Jasper was a thrilling new episode in my life. I had never been with a Portuguese before but Boy! Do they have spunk.
I met him at a barbecue when vacating in Spain, Madrid to be exact. He approached me with some zest making me feel really special offering me a spare rip freshly barbequed. Having just arrived I was peckish and was glad of his offer, there were hoards of people around the barbecue area so it would have taken ages to get served,
"Where are you from, mate?" he asked introducing himself as Jasper and in turn I said my name was Pete.
"I'm from Devon in England" I replied watching his eyes scan me with some relish. Straight away I knew he of my leaning and I immediately took to him. Just occasionally in life, and you the reader may have experienced the same, there is this person standing in front of you, who has suddenly come from nowhere and you feel you know that person. Such was the case with Jasper and I was told he felt exactly the same.
It did not take long for us then to get acquainted big time and he was a sheer delight, both physically and conversationally, he had a body like an Adonis of which I wanted to sample and a mind like a sparkling chasm - full of zest and interest, wanting to know all about me, my likes and dislikes and the rest of it, the intimacies too.
So the first time I felt his touch, his fingers stroking the back of my neck - I easily succumbed to him and felt the thrill spasm my being and that certain wonderful feeling I have not had since I shared the allotment shed with poor old Badger who sadly passed away last summer. I knew I felt lost about being with an old man but his urge was young enough to give me a good seeing too so when he went, he did so with a broad smile on his face, I had to pretend I had seen him collapsed in the allotment when I called the paramedics.
Interestingly, Jasper was a good ten years older than me at least, what it with me taking to older guys! I guess it maybe because I like maturity and experience, certainly Badger's sweet fuck incensed me to the degree that when he was fully erect inside me I felt a passion unsurpassed with younger guys who had, me before. Well two that is, I don't want the reader to think I am that promiscuous although I have to admit I have had some rollicking affairs with both sexes. That's the beauty of being bisexual, you get the best of both worlds!
But anyway back to Jasper and there was I in my element when he suggested we go to his holiday cottage and he'd show me his etchings ( laughing of course) I replied that I'd just adore to see his etchings and anything else he'd like to show me.
The smile he gave me was so broad and happy, his eyes wide opened like he really wanted me to agree.
As we took a stroll up a hill to his cottage, we paused awhile to take ion the view, that's when he stroked my rear with a sort of touch that told me just how much he wanted me, and there was I willing, ready and able and longing for that very first experience with a lovely fresh new guy in my life, there's something really special about that, when you have a mutual feeling that is - not like the first guy who had me, I just went for the fuck and not the personality, take it from me the combination makes for a perfect union and after that first guy who hurt me, although I was thankful to him for breaking me in, I was intent to put the sexual attraction aside if I did not fancy a guy for the person his personality too, because otherwise it was all rather clinical, especially experiencing that first male fuck in the back of a truck which was most stark and uncomfortable, and when he had me suck his cock, that was not good at all, I had been fucked and was not in the mood for anything more to do with him, but he insisted and thrust his prick into my mouth so I was forced to suck him off until he shot his lot all over, Ugh!
Jasper ticked all the boxes. Was a gentle guy and I knew his passion would be fruitful and I would enjoy him to the core, I would have no apprehension at all about having oral with him.
When we got to his luxury cottage he served me coffee, suggesting I slip off my gear down to my underwear like he was doing so we both had our beverage feeling cool and belonging. He said I had such a beautiful body and an ass to die for and my feelings for him were mutual, all the time I could not help glancing down at his lunch box, looking so good and snug inside those white and red rimmed boxer shorts.