I was so pleased and happy when I started to realize my true leaning. For years I lived under the misconception that, because I wasn't particularly attracted tin a physical sense o girls, there was something fundamentally wrong with me.
It didn't occur to me that I was gay or anything like that. There were guys who turned my head for a second look but that is all. I never ever imagined I could have any sort of committed relationship with another guy.
And yet I was fully aware of my sexual feelings. Sadly getting some sort of satisfaction out of doing things with substitutes, like screwdriver handles and anal vibrates I picked up from a locale private shop.
But oddly even that didn't turn my thoughts to how would it be with the real thing. For example, instead of pushing substitutes up my ass - I front of a large mirror, finding all sorts of ways to try and make it for real by strapping my ass cheeks together with duct tape, to stop the handle, or whatever it was on a given day, from popping out of me just as I was starting to get a real climax.
Would you believe that also sometimes, that was when I was in a certain mood; I would spank myself silly until my ass cheeks went plum red. I tried sticks, hair brush backs and canes, stretching myself proudly over the arm of my sofa and gave it a real tanning until the pain was overwhelming.
And yet, all that seemed to give me lots of pleasure when, as the pain subdued, my bum became numb and created a most wonderful feeling of pure sexual ecstasy, which soon mean yet another good probing with the anal throbbing vibrator.
For months I was quite happy to please myself this way. I started to spend times at car boot sales. It is amazing what one can pick up from those places.
With a wild imagination I found several items with which to experiment, like an old type hose with deep ridges on the nozzle. That gave me lots of wonderful sensations, and to stand up from the crouching position when I inserted it, it was doubly as thrilling to feel it nudge and move inside me as I walked around squeezing my ass cheeks tight together to get maximum sensitivity.
Then I met this guy called Joe. About ten years older than me he was. I imagined him to be in his mid-thirties but he did have a nice way about him, and I found him so easy and cook to talk with.
He was running one of the knick knack stalls and, seeing me looking intently at a box selection of bulbous handled screwdrivers he asked what I was looking for.
I was taken aback by his sudden question, not daring to tell him what was in my mind when feeling the size of those bulbous handles.
But I did wonder if he had guessed because knew I flushed and stuttered with words, so much I was unable to reply to his question.
He looked at me intently, his wide brown eyes wide open and alert. It made me think did he know what was thinking, maybe because of the way I was feeling and stroking those handles!
"'I've got a much better selection back in the van if you'd like to see them?" He asked
"How do you mean?" I ventured.
"Well I live alone in a mobile caravan and delving with knickknacks and selling then at car boot sales keeps me fed and happy. I finish in an hour so if you can come back, when you have finished looking around, I will be packing up and you can come and have a look-see. My name's Joe by the way."
"I'm Peter" I replied. He was friendly enough and I felt comfortable with him somehow, I can't explain why but he has a certain charisma about him.
I found myself happy to do that. I don't know what it was but there was something about Joe that pulled me. And I just had a notion that he liked me also.
In fact, looking around at the other stalls I was wishing the hour would soon go by when I could get to know Joe some more and examine those screwdrivers he was on about.
But it did and there was Joe, all packed up and ready to go. It was a hot summer day and I can't deny just how attracted I was to him. He looked so cool and good in short, shorts and a cool vest.
"Come on then Peter" he said rather masterfully which I adored. He reminded me of a rather bossy elder brother when I was small but in a different way.
He led me to a beautifully designed mobile caravan which he had rented land to0parkit for the summer season.
"I work as a beach hand" he said, "so this is very close and I am able to enjoy the beach too.. Where do you work Peter?"
"I work as an electrician. Mainly call-out work for a big firm.. You can call me Pete by the way."
"Fancy a lager, Pete?"
"I wouldn't mind, it is bloody hot today, I could murder a nice cool lager."
He showed me the fridge neatly packed away in a corner and said to help myself whilst he got showered.
"You can have one after me if you'd like?"
"What a shower you mean?" I asked.
"What else?" he grinned looking at me in a certain way which made me quiver. I guess I was getting into something I could never have envisaged, and it was nice.
I chilled and took a lager from the fridge; relaxed on the small sofa and sucked it up like there was no tomorrow. I was that thirsty.
