I guess James was one of the most well educated guys I have been with.
We met through the gay chat rooms - our conversation was slow at first but gradually it started to become more interesting. I realised that at last here was a guy that didn't just want to share things online or on-cam and say that he would like to meet you and then, when it came to the crunch didn't turn up and you are left frustrated and lost. All those promises and things talked about online and how it would be making me really revved up came to sweet fanny Adams and all I was left with was a big frustrating heard on which I had to satisfy with a good stiff wank.
But James kept to his word and there he was, in the pre-arranged place in a local Morrison's car park. He'd told me the number plate to look out for and there he was, looking very approachable and just like the image on screen, not one of those guys who pretends to be someone else and when you realise he's not you are in for a great big shock which is an immediate turn off.
But somehow James seemed genuine from the start, he was open and honest about his disability from the onset, and I guessed he would not have mentioned that otherwise than he was a genuine looking for fun guy.
As soon as he saw me heading towards his four wheel drive with shaded rear windows he gave me that wonderful warming smile, a smile which said he wanted a relationship like we had spoken about online and how it would make all the difference to him, to just come out with someone so to speak and declare his true sexuality.
Having gone through that stage myself I quite understood and soon I was there in the passenger seat beside this guy who was just about ten years my elder but I felt we were immediately compatible and realised with great relief that I could go for this guy big time and I would have absolutely no hesitation about sharing sex with him.
"Have you been with a guy before, Pete? He asked looking a little pensive, "I never asked you before - mot that it makes any difference, but I would just like to know."
I said I had a five year relationship with a guy called Danny which ended about a year ago when he emigrated to Australia and since then I have been 'guy-less.'
James smiled and looked happy with that, Although I could see he wanted to ask more questions so I spurred him on; " just ask me, James - if our relationship it going to work, which I hope it does because I already have a feel for you, you need to want to feel happy about me before we start anything huh?" He sat there for a bit, then he gulped, looked at me straight in the eyes which I liked and asked if Danny used to penetrate me or the other way around.
From there I thought the best way was to be entirely honest and pout James in the picture, so that if he felt we were not compatible after all fair enough, we could end it there and then! "It was Danny who always fucked me from the start and it grew that I could not do without his fortnightly visit."
James looked relieved and I soon realised that he wanted to take the male place; his face went pink when I used the word fuck instead of penetration, and I teased him that he was a posh sod.
"I agree" he said, it sounds so much sensual when you use the fuck word.
He was a shy guy I could see that, he told me the problem was he lived with his aging mother and would not like for her to find out he was gay and anyway it would be difficult for us to do it in his house. I told him no problem because I had the perfect solution, we'd use a place I rented out for holidaymakers which I could fit in quite well.
