The first time I heard Sam singing his version of a Beatles number, 'All My Lovin' I just knew I was hooked.
He performed at the local bar, I had not heard of him until then but I grabbed the opportunity to buy him a drink after he'd performed and received rapturous applause.
That was then and now is now, we got talking like it was magic, like we both had so much in common and he said, if he could drive me home he would be glad to give me some more renditions of his talent.
I went for that, I had never felt so lucky. To have actually been noticed by Sam who really was so sweet. So there we were, planted on his gorgeous leather settee and me being treated to a really wonderful excusive performance of his songs given the accompaniment of his recorded backing music.
He has a large detached house in the country, some way from his nearest number so he was really able to let himself go.
Very soon we exchanged our wants and our ambitions, he'd had two or three bad relationships and I felt empathy for him. He announced he just didn't think he was cut out for a heterosexual relationship any more and was turning his thoughts to coming out, because he knew that was the basis of his broken relationships, that he could just not perform any more with girls, although he loved and adored them, but to be intimate with them was something else.
"Nothing wrong in that at all" I said. "At the end of the day you are you and nothing can change that, Sam, you sing beautifully and I cherish your sound."
He looked good to me, he wore nice snugly fitted beige trousers which suited hum perfectly and I adored his tailored shirt. I just don't know how it happened but he prompted me just to lay my head on his lap and stretch out with my legs on the sofa. It all seemed so wonderful, just laying there listening to his sweet murmurings and the occasional singing. - without the musical accompaniment now, just Sam quietly singing, his fingers running through y hear. It was perfect.
"Where have you been al my life, Alex? He whispered to me, his fingers wondering then, stroking my neck , my Adam's Apple.
"Been waiting for someone like you" I replied happily enjoying his gentle finger tip touches.
He said he had never been so happy for a along time and I saw that he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his fingers, just the very touch of his warm caresses, were just magic.
I never imagined it could be so wonderfully different and diverse with Sam, He wasn't like any of the others, his approach, everything.
Mind you it was always nice with Badger, the rough hands of an old man were always a great turn on in his allotment shed, his fuck was slow and enjoyable and he had me more times than I can number.
And with Danny too, his fuck was always a thrill, not to mention the build up. I simply adored the way he held his cock inside me, stopping awhile and letting me feel its deep probing throb, especially when he took me sitting on top for an even deeper penetration, I always enjoyed that and imagined there could never be anyone better than Danny for the ultimate quality fuck..
Phil too was nice, they wee all different, no fuck was ever quite like another - with Phil his thing was to tie his soiled underwear around my neck, making me taste him as he fucked me, I felt repelled at first and yet there was a certain relish about it once I got into the mood, his fingers having done their job all under me, his mouth too and always that deep probing very long tongue of his.