Jasper has a handlebar moustache which was altogether off putting when I first met him after an arrangement on the online gay line.
He never said he had one but then I don't suppose it is necessarily the sort of thing one would mention.
He had sent me a picture. He didn't have a moustache in th3e picture, but I discovered that is because it was taken before he grew one.
He said he had grown it for a part he was playing in his local amateur dram society so I couldn't really ask him to shave it off on the premise I didn't like it.
But now I am glad I didn't ask and glad he didn't shave it off because it made for the most delightful episode in our intimacy that I had never imagined could be so nice.
The first time we met was electric. We had talked online about what we liked to do - like going to gay clubs, shows and the like - but also what sort of things we were up for.
"Best to get it out in the open" was Jasper's notion and then we could decide if were are right for each other.
That was nice, there was no beating around the bush with Jasper and I appreciated him for that. On the premise I was the taker and he the giver was just fine. He said that was just what he was looking for and wasted no time in asking about my ass. Crazy me I sent him a picture in an email attachment and I thought afterwards; was it too much information?, me imagining the picture of what I think is a well curved tight ass, that looked really good in nice tight jeans, could be plastered all over the internet.
But it didn't come to that and that is why I think much of Jasper. He complimented me saying quite bluntly and candidly that he just couldn't wait to fuck that.
That statement did make me all of a flurry I have to admit. For a long time I had fantasized about how it would be with a gay lover, how it would feel. Call me sad or what but I have actually experimented with things like tool; handles, candles and even a hard carrot which hurt me a bit because I hadn't out enough Vaseline inside
But it turned out after much experimentation that a bulbous screwdriver handle served to be the most beneficial of all and there I was, stretched out in a prostrate position on the carpet in my bedroom, with a mirror placed conveniently beside me, exquisitely watching the handle squelch in and out of my anus, imagining it was a real live cock, closing my eyes then when the insertion was deep and enjoying the sheer ecstasy of a screwdriver fuck. I even sucked the think making myself believe it was the real thing!