Once bitten...
I need to confess being with Sam was a mistake. He was using me to the ultimate and I am not the sort of guy who goes for just a quick fling. For me, the relationship has to be whole and wholesome with consideration and caring and a sincere liking for each other, not just to gratify a sexual need.
It was fine at first, the way we met on a summer vacation. I was vulnerable then and I did not have the confidence to attempt a conversation with anyone - I just relaxed on the beach on a hot Summer Sunday, and read Fifty Shades of Grey on my Kindle which was riveting stuff, but I could only fantasise given the explicit writing and found myself changing the sex of the main character just to fit my leanings which have always been homosexual.
Girls often gave me the eyeball as they passed by; giggling as they do - but I was more interested in the guys of course and isn't it typical - like most good things in life, they seem unobtainable when most desired. That's what I was thinking before Sam came into my life.
So I guess that is why I was almost up for anything that came along. In male form that is - I did see a couple of old guys looking, as if contemplating a chat but I quickly closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep.
Not as if I don't go for older guys - I have had a couple of wonderful meaningful times with guys that are twenty years my senior; like Badger -discovering generally that they are more lasting in a sexual way than a young counterpart, who ejaculates prematurely and is off like a shot afterwards, with absolutely no chance of real lasting foreplay.
But this guy, almost tripping over my toes dropped an ice cream cornet, went to pick it up but of course it was covered with sand and entirely ruined
I apologised for my feet getting in his way.
First he looked aggravated and angry, and then he laughed I guess seeing the funny side of it.
Well all that led to a very long and explicit conversation with no holds barred and to tell you the truth I was feeling somewhat embarrassed about someone nearby hearing the things he said - I mean the compliments were fine in private about the sexual attributes of my ass and how he'd like to ravish it and so on and so on... I said for him to hush but he simply laughed at me suggesting that we should find somewhere private so that he could really shout it out what he would like to do with me. And then he said he knew just the place and would I like to go there.
I did find that exciting. When we first chatted I had no thoughts that way, again he was about ten years my senior, had a moustache which I don't like anyway ( remembering a former experience and how it itched me) and I did not find him at all attractive.
Yet the conversation changed all that which goes to show I guess there is much more to a person than just the looks.
He took me to this beach hut and prompted me to join him inside, it was well fitted with a nice mini sofa and a calor gas stove for cooking.
I took the bait finding the sequence so very unusual having never been invited to join someone in a beach hut before; and the guy, introducing himself as Sam fixed me a coffee and I gave him my name.
