Tom where are you now
So I met Tom when we were both in our early twenties, at college doing A levels. There was no sexual attraction on either side, just two uncool nerds and good friends doing the same A levels meeting up in the evening etc. He didn’t really have any other friends, I suspect because he was too rude. He had a history of falling out with people, getting expelled, getting thumped (he never hit back mind), psychiatric treatment which he never talked about but I’m sure he is autistic - I am too, so I sort of understood him. Brought up in care, his mother died when he was little, he was damaged if I’m honest.
I don’t have any pictures from then, we didn’t have cameras unfortunately. He was no oil painting, had his hair cropped, looked a bit hard but not in a threatening way, slim then and average otherwise. I remember the only time back then that I registered anything sexual about him was one day when I was sitting in the row behind him in the physics lab, we sat on wooden stools at those tall benches. I noticed he had a really beautiful ass, that’s all. I’ve always loved bums but just thought lucky Tom. He was definitely heterosexual, we both were, pervy and obsessed with sex.
So I went away to uni, he went to a London poly. He didn’t finish his degree though, and couldn’t really hold down a job, just lived on benefits. We occasionally stayed at each others places, his were a bit rough, we might look at porn together and talk about sex that’s all. Both transport freaks, we did a few train trips together, Isle of Wight and a couple of rail rovers, Newcastle including the metro. It was on the latter that he started talking intimately, about his erections. He was very forward with girls and women, fairly successful - they were a bit nerdy too but I wouldn’t say no. They didn’t hang around long because he wasn’t very nice to them, completely unromantic for one thing but he did like shagging them. Definitely not gay, didn’t like crossdresser porn like me.
Anyway he really did seem to like my company, I was quite flattered and liked his too, could talk about anything with him, like I could with no-one else, spoke regularly on the phone together. I was a bit puzzled as to why he was talking about what girls had said about his cock, I wondered if he was just testing me out to see if the reason I was friendly was because I was interested in his cock. I really wasn’t then, I didn’t ask him any questions or try to be flirty. So I thought I would ignore it because he didn’t really repeat the exercise, though he did tell me that when he was in care he and a small number of other boys used to wank each other off, which I did find a bit arousing. He told me he used to let one of the boys suck him off regularly, not because he enjoyed it particularly but because he did it as a sort of favour, this boy was bi or gay, a friend having a difficult time and he felt sorry for him – and he could see how much coming in his mouth meant to him. Anyway I tried to ignore it, but over the following weeks and months I found I couldn’t, that I did start to think about him sexually.
I can’t remember exactly what and when but I did start to talk to him about how my sexuality, admitting to him that I did have thoughts about wanting to be dominated and fantasized about being made to perform submissive acts on males as well as females. On the male thing, I didn’t feel gay, I don’t particularly like masculinity but to be honest I was pretty crap at sex with females, always have been afraid (like huge anxiety about penetrative sex – coming too quickly, unable to get an erection at the key moment). After a while I couldn’t stop fantasizing about sucking him off, and eventually admitted it too him at his flat in London when we were looking at internet porn in his bedroom. Without a word he took off his jeans and underwear and put his penis in my mouth, I felt like the luckiest person in the world at that moment, and it was that simple - I only had to ask. It was the best sexual experience I had ever had, at last a sex act I enjoyed and I could do properly. I found his power over me intoxicating - a momentary casual whim on his part, he granted me the most thrilling adventure.
He told me afterwards that he wasn’t that bothered about being sucked off, he preferred missionary sex with a vagina, but he seemed happy to indulge me. It was just a cheap thrill to him. By the way, he definitely did have a lovely girl’s bum, and he definitely did like me putting my tongue up there, no girl would do that for him.
So that was how it started. The next big thing, after I lost touch with him, was Craig’s List which I thought was great – I haven’t found anything to equal it. The looking for female side of it was crap, just full of scammers and spammers, but the looking for male stuff was genuine, made a few good local contacts there, men who just wanted to sit on people’s faces, cum in your mouth, an amazing range of fetishes. Craig’s List RIP.
I don’t have any pictures from then, we didn’t have cameras unfortunately. He was no oil painting, had his hair cropped, looked a bit hard but not in a threatening way, slim then and average otherwise. I remember the only time back then that I registered anything sexual about him was one day when I was sitting in the row behind him in the physics lab, we sat on wooden stools at those tall benches. I noticed he had a really beautiful ass, that’s all. I’ve always loved bums but just thought lucky Tom. He was definitely heterosexual, we both were, pervy and obsessed with sex.
So I went away to uni, he went to a London poly. He didn’t finish his degree though, and couldn’t really hold down a job, just lived on benefits. We occasionally stayed at each others places, his were a bit rough, we might look at porn together and talk about sex that’s all. Both transport freaks, we did a few train trips together, Isle of Wight and a couple of rail rovers, Newcastle including the metro. It was on the latter that he started talking intimately, about his erections. He was very forward with girls and women, fairly successful - they were a bit nerdy too but I wouldn’t say no. They didn’t hang around long because he wasn’t very nice to them, completely unromantic for one thing but he did like shagging them. Definitely not gay, didn’t like crossdresser porn like me.
Anyway he really did seem to like my company, I was quite flattered and liked his too, could talk about anything with him, like I could with no-one else, spoke regularly on the phone together. I was a bit puzzled as to why he was talking about what girls had said about his cock, I wondered if he was just testing me out to see if the reason I was friendly was because I was interested in his cock. I really wasn’t then, I didn’t ask him any questions or try to be flirty. So I thought I would ignore it because he didn’t really repeat the exercise, though he did tell me that when he was in care he and a small number of other boys used to wank each other off, which I did find a bit arousing. He told me he used to let one of the boys suck him off regularly, not because he enjoyed it particularly but because he did it as a sort of favour, this boy was bi or gay, a friend having a difficult time and he felt sorry for him – and he could see how much coming in his mouth meant to him. Anyway I tried to ignore it, but over the following weeks and months I found I couldn’t, that I did start to think about him sexually.
I can’t remember exactly what and when but I did start to talk to him about how my sexuality, admitting to him that I did have thoughts about wanting to be dominated and fantasized about being made to perform submissive acts on males as well as females. On the male thing, I didn’t feel gay, I don’t particularly like masculinity but to be honest I was pretty crap at sex with females, always have been afraid (like huge anxiety about penetrative sex – coming too quickly, unable to get an erection at the key moment). After a while I couldn’t stop fantasizing about sucking him off, and eventually admitted it too him at his flat in London when we were looking at internet porn in his bedroom. Without a word he took off his jeans and underwear and put his penis in my mouth, I felt like the luckiest person in the world at that moment, and it was that simple - I only had to ask. It was the best sexual experience I had ever had, at last a sex act I enjoyed and I could do properly. I found his power over me intoxicating - a momentary casual whim on his part, he granted me the most thrilling adventure.
He told me afterwards that he wasn’t that bothered about being sucked off, he preferred missionary sex with a vagina, but he seemed happy to indulge me. It was just a cheap thrill to him. By the way, he definitely did have a lovely girl’s bum, and he definitely did like me putting my tongue up there, no girl would do that for him.
So that was how it started. The next big thing, after I lost touch with him, was Craig’s List which I thought was great – I haven’t found anything to equal it. The looking for female side of it was crap, just full of scammers and spammers, but the looking for male stuff was genuine, made a few good local contacts there, men who just wanted to sit on people’s faces, cum in your mouth, an amazing range of fetishes. Craig’s List RIP.
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