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I really was such an arrogant bastard back then. What do I mean `back then'? I had everything I wanted, all I had to do was ask; although I demanded rather than asked, and what I couldn't get for nothing I paid for. My parents are extremely wealthy (and we're talking hundreds of millions sterling here) and their only child, Raymond Frederick North, yours truly, wanted for nothing. Anybody who called me Raymond, however, got the rough edge of my tongue as I hated the awful name. I much preferred Freddie, and even my parents conceded to my preference.
I knew from a fairly early age that I liked boys as much as girls, if not a little more, and as I always had money to burn I was never short of a partner for one kind of sex or another. That's all it was at that stage -- sex. But my sex life came to an abrupt halt, along with my brand new BMW when I wrapped it round a tree the day after I passed my driving test on my seventeenth birthday. I'd been out celebrating with a walletful of cash and cards and a crowd of hangers-on. When I asked if anybody wanted a lift, nobody took me up on it, but on the other hand nobody tried to stop me driving. They just left me to drive slap bang into a tree. Thank God for seat belts and airbags. I escaped with a few bruises and scratches and a slightly wounded pride. But what was worse, I totally lost any interest in sex, and I mean TOTALLY; whatever I did I couldn't muster an erection.
The car was a write-off, but ten days later an identical one turned up in the drive. I didn't even have to ask for it. You'll understand the power of money when I tell you that the normal waiting list for this particular model of car in this particular colour is usually sixteen weeks.
The crunch came, however, three weeks later when I was found guilty of driving whilst unfit through drink. I lost my licence for a year and was fined a thousand pounds. I was also sentenced to one hundred hours community service.
For those of you unfamiliar with the British punishment system, `community service' is where the guilty person has to voluntarily serve the community in some way or another without reward. Sometimes it is street sweeping, sometimes decorating houses for the elderly or disabled, but in my case I was given a rather unusual task. The school holidays had just started, and I was to be the escort of a blind boy, whose regular paid carer was taking a holiday. I was to be there for him seven days a week, seven hours a day for two weeks. I thought this was far too much, but when I worked it out, I would only be doing ninety-eight hours. I was to start the following Monday at 8am and would be given the address a couple of days beforehand.
The next few days were sheer hell. None of my so-called friends wanted to know me since the accident, the local pub and supermarkets would no longer sell me booze (even when offered a bribe) and, what panicked me most, I still couldn't get an erection, even though my balls were blue and I was desperate for release. You can imagine, therefore, that by the following Monday I wasn't in the best of moods going to meet this blind idiot that I was going to have to wet nurse for the next two weeks. I had only known two blind people up until now. One of them was our piano tuner, and he was middle-aged and always wore dark glasses; the other was a woman who worked as a telephonist at my father's business. She was okay, but it was obvious that something was wrong because she held her head in a strange way and her eyes pointed in different directions. She also had a habit of spilling food and drinks down her dress where she couldn't see what she was doing, so there were always stains on her bosom, which was rather large I remember, and extremely firm. I wouldn't have minded ... ... but no, I won't go there."
Monday morning dawned damp and grey, matching my mood. I phoned for a taxi to take me to the blind guy's house and arrived about five minutes early. If it had been a dry day I would have wandered around until the appointed hour, not wanting to give any more than the ninety-eight hours I was committed to, but I rang the bell and waited. It was an impressive-looking house, probably about the same size as my own but much more modern and rather out of place among its older neighbours. I wondered how they'd managed to get planning permission for such an edifice in these surroundings, but I supposed that the answer was `money'.
The door was soon answered by a vision. He was tall and slim with an unruly mop of blond curls and the most fantastic pale lavender coloured eyes, the like of which I had never seen before. He was barefoot, and dressed in a pair of green silk pyjamas. Maybe his mouth was a fraction too wide and his nose a little one-sided, but he was a vision nonetheless.
"I'm here for the blind guy." I said, bluntly.
"You must be Mr North," he said, " Or should I call you Raymond. You'd better come in." He closed the door behind me and padded down the hall. "Come with me."
"Before we go any further," I said belligerently, "Don't start calling me Raymond unless you want to lose your teeth. You'd better call me Freddie."
"Whatever you say," he said, seemingly unaffected by my tone of voice.
I followed him into the kitchen. "Sit down then, Freddie. Do you want a coffee? It's only instant, I'm afraid." He said.
"Um, yea, okay." I said, "but I'm supposed to be with the blind guy from eight o'clock, so don't hold it against me if I'm delayed because of you. And what's this guy's name anyway? And who are you?"
"The blind guy, as you call him, is named Benjamin James Walker, but he likes to be called `BJ'" he replied.
"BJ?!!" I sniggered, "BJ only means one thing to me," I raised my eyebrows.
"Yea, and if you're lucky he might let you give him one." My host said.
"Oh yea," I replied, "I think the boot might be on the other foot. I don't suck cock for anyone."
He put the kettle on and spooned the instant coffee into the mugs. "Milk and sugar?" He asked.
"No sugar for me." I replied. He took the milk from the fridge and poured some into each mug, replaced the milk and leaned back on the kitchen unit while he waited for the kettle to boil.
As he leaned back so the fly in his pyjamas opened and I caught sight of his cock. Like me and most of the kids in England, he was uncut, and he seemed to have a respectable package down there. Then the unexpected happened and I began to get hard. I hadn't had an erection since the accident.
What are you looking at?" He asked, suddenly.
"You." I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because you're flashing your cock." I stated bluntly, trying to hide the excitement I felt.
"You must have been looking." He said with a smirk. He made me feel a little uncomfortable; nobody else has that effect on me, and he wasn't making any attempt to close his gaping flies.
"Don't you think I ought to get started on babysitting this blind kid?" I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"You already are," He said, turning and pouring the boiling water into the coffee mugs.
"You're not serious!" I said. "You?"
"Finally the penny dropped." He said.
"You're BJ?"
He picked up the mugs and brought them to the table. "Got it in one." He said, sitting down opposite me and placing the mug directly in front of me.
"But you've just poured boiling water into two mugs without spilling a drop!" I said. "You're kidding me. And how did you know I was looking at you?"
"I sensed it." He said. "And as for making the coffee, it's something I do several times a day, so I'm used to it." He looked at me as he was talking and there was honestly no indication that his eyes were unseeing. They looked perfectly formed. They looked perfectly focused. They looked just ... perfect. I was in danger of letting my attitude slip here, but there was little I could do about it. "Come on, bring your coffee upstairs while I get dressed." BJ said, standing and pushing his chair under the table then grabbing his mug.
"Okay," I said. "What exactly am I expected to do for the next two weeks?" I adjusted my still hard cock as I followed him.
"I don't really know." He replied. "Today I want to go clothes shopping. I have to have somebody with me, otherwise I would be at the mercy of the shop assistants and I could end up with a load of old tat. You do have a decent taste in clothes?" He asked.
"I like to think so." I replied.
When we reached BJ's bedroom he asked me to select something from his wardrobe for him to wear. There was certainly a large selection of quality clothes in his collection and I chose a green shirt and a beige pair of slacks. I chose the shirt because he looked good in his green pyjamas, but when I turned to hand him my selection he looked even better. He was stark naked.
"Well, have you chosen?" he asked.
"Umm ... er ... umm," I stammered
BJ laughed. "If you're going to `babysit' me, you'll have to get used to this. I love to be naked around the house when I'm on my own." He said, "Sometimes I even go naked when my parents are around. They don't really approve, but they tolerate it."
"But you're not on your own," I said, staring at the beautiful body before me.
"As good as." He said. I drank in the perfect body before me. Although he wasn't exactly muscular, his bones were nicely covered and there wasn't a spare ounce of fat on him. I was right about him having a nice package. He was around four inches soft with more of the unruly blond curls above and a wonderful low-hanging sack below. I could feel myself reacting strongly down below and I didn't think it would have taken much to send me over the edge at this precise moment.
"Oh, so I don't count then." I said, experiencing the feeling for probably the first time in my life."
"Well, you are a common criminal." He replied. That hit me like a brick. I just didn't know what to say.
"Have I overstepped the mark?" JB asked after I was silent for a while.
"Well, you certainly call a spade a spade!" I said, "But I suppose I deserved that. Here, you'd better put these on and spare my blushes." I added as I handed him a pair of sheer white briefs.
"I only wore the pyjamas in case I frightened you off when you arrived, otherwise I'd have been naked then." He remarked.
"And your parents are okay with it?" I asked.
"They don't much care about me nowadays." He said with a hint of sadness. "Mum's a pretty high flyer and up until I was eleven I was the apple of her eye. I could do no wrong and she used to show off her `perfect little boy' to her friends and business associates. Then when I was eleven I started having problems with my eyesight and had to wear glasses and I wasn't so perfect then, so I wasn't wheeled out as often. Then when she found out that I was actually going blind, she acted like we were a team and we were going to battle through it together and find a way of saving my sight. Of course, it turned out that there was no cure for my blindness, so she dropped me like a hot brick. As far as her friends and colleagues were concerned, I didn't exist. Of course, Mum and Dad are very generous towards me; I have a platinum credit card and can spend whatever I like. I have a full time paid carer, a car to take me to school every day, and if I need transport any other time I just have to pick up the phone and ask."
"Shit, I thought you were blind from birth." I said. "It must have been pretty devastating when you found out about losing your sight." This comment was contrary to my usual uncaring attitude, but I couldn't help myself.
"At first it was." BJ said, "But I had to come to terms with it, and once I did I never looked back. It was only a few months before I was completely blind."
BJ put on the pants that I handed him and it wasn't until they were fully on and he'd slipped his hand inside to adjust himself that I realised that they were so sheer that they were transparent. I could clearly see his cock nestled inside and I had to fight hard to stop myself from reaching out and caressing it. I handed him the rest of his clothes and he continued dressing.
"Added to everything else, I came out to them shortly after I lost my sight completely. I think they might have reacted worse than they did, but they figured I'd already gone through enough with the blindness and everything." He said matter-of-factly. I just wished that I had half the courage to talk about it so openly. I couldn't even admit that I was gay to another gay guy; hell, I didn't even like to admit it to myself!
"I'll call for a car and we'll go and have breakfast, and then on to the shops." He said. "If that's alright with you." He added.
"I'm at your disposal until three o'clock." I said. "Whatever you say goes." I added.
As we got to the front door BJ slipped his arm into mine and went to walk out. "Hey," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I can't see, remember?" He said. "I need to know where we're going."
"But what will people think if they see us arm in arm?" I asked
"I don't give a shit what they think." He countered.
"No, but I do." I said.
How about if I take your arm and carry my white stick so that they know I'm blind? He asked.
I thought about it for a moment. "Yea, I think that would work." I said, and indeed it did work, nobody too the slightest notice of us; and I have to confess that his arm felt good in mine. It made me sort of tingle inside, and my cock was never completely soft.
We had breakfast at a local hotel and clearly BJ was a regular. Several people asked him where Sammy was, and he told me that Sammy was his usual carer; also that Sammy was Jewish but immensely enjoyed the way the hotel served its bacon; crisp but not brittle. I had to agree.
The rest of the day went very well and I got to see BJ's almost naked body for a lot of the time as he tried on practically every item that he bought and insisted that I help him in the changing room on each occasion. Of course, it was no hardship at all for me, but for the sake of form I objected from time to time. Of course, I had a lot of input into the clothes he bought, and occasionally I bought something the same or similar for myself, on a couple of occasions sharing the changing room with BJ and `accidentally' rubbing my body against his. It's a good job we were left alone in there because my cock was hard and throbbing a lot of the time and at one point I had to buy some new underpants because the wet spot on the front of mine was in danger of seeping through to my slacks. I couldn't wait to get home and give myself a good seeing-to.
When one-thirty came BJ decided he was hungry and so we went to a little restaurant close to his home for lunch. Again he was well-known there and everybody made a great fuss of him. He was certainly a popular guy, and I got the impression that it wasn't just because he spent a lot of money in there.
I left him at his house on the dot of three, and got a taxi home. I was hardly through the front door before I was throwing my clothes off and running up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door behind me and stripped of my underwear, which was all that was left. I looked down at my raging erection and slowly began to work myself up and down. My knees felt weak so I lay on my bed and continued rubbing myself. It felt so good to know that I was still in working order down there and that my enforced celibate period had ended. Of course, BJ's wonderful body occupied my thoughts entirely, so it wasn't long before I felt my juices beginning to gather and that all too familiar tickly sensation started to take hold of me. On the one hand I wanted this to last as long as possible, but on the other hand I wanted to reach my orgasm without delay. The latter won and I soon shot one of the biggest loads of my life, and the intense orgasm that accompanied it was one of the best I'd ever experienced, probably THE best. When I came down from my high I realised that my love juice had shot right over my head and was running down the headboard of the bed, as well as covering my face and chest. I dipped my finger into a puddle and brought it to my lips. It tasted stronger than any I had previously produced, but I assumed it was because of the build up of the past few weeks.
Eventually I mustered the strength to stand and made my way to the bathroom where I turned on the shower and let it warm up while I emptied my bladder, which I did sitting down because I was still at half mast and rather unsteady on my feet, so my aim would have been seriously affected if I had remained standing.
I showered thoroughly and gave particular attention to my nether regions, thus renewing my erection, which had never totally subsided, and then shot another load over the shower wall which was almost as big as the first, and nearly as intense. When I returned to my bedroom I took with me a damp cloth and cleared up my headboard as best I could and stripped my sheets which were also liberally sprinkled with semen. I grew hard again just thinking about what had happened, but resisted a third consecutive jack-off as I doubted my body could stand it. I remade the bed and put the soiled sheets straight into the washing machine (something I usually did under similar circumstances) ready for the housekeeper to attend to.
The remainder of the day passed with nothing worth mentioning except that neither my mother nor my father bothered asking how my first day's Community Service had gone.
The next morning I was awake before the alarm went off and, although I wouldn't admit it to anybody, I was looking forward to the day ahead. I got to BJ's about ten minutes early and rang the doorbell. I was secretly hoping that he would answer the door naked, but sadly he still wore the green pyjamas from the previous day, although it was clear that they had not been slept in as there wasn't a crease to be seen. We repeated the coffee-making and went upstairs to JB's bedroom where he already had some clothes laid out. "My mother laid these out before she went." He said, "What do you think?"
"I suppose they're OK," I began, "but they're a little dull, brown and beige. I think colours would probably suit you better."
"Yea, she always was a bit conventional," he said. "You'd better choose something else."
I chose some brighter clothes for him and handed him a pair of briefs for him to put on first.
"No, I think I'll wear something a little more daring today." He said, smiling. "Open the second drawer down on the right and you'll see what I mean."
I went to the drawer indicated and when I opened it I found about a dozen thongs of various colours and designs (for the benefit of my Australian readers, I'm NOT referring to what we Brits call flip-flops here). I've never been daring enough to wear a thong and had often wondered what it would feel like.
"There's a purple one in there," BJ said, "I think I'd like to wear that one today."
I pulled out the item in question and wondered how on earth he was going to get everything tucked into the tiny pocket. I couldn't wait to find out. "Here you are," I said. My hand touched his as I passed it to him and it was as though a bolt of electricity shot up my arm and through my body to my heart, which began beating wildly.
"Freddie?" I suddenly heard him say.
I must have zoned out for a few seconds. "What?" I said.
"Didn't you hear me? I asked whether you had ever tried a thong." As he said it he removed his pyjamas and stood naked in front of me again. I thought I could detect a slight pulse in his cock and it seemed to be standing out slightly.
"N..n..no, never." I said.
"Want to try one of mine?" He asked.
I took a deep breath and tried to think which way to jump. I didn't want to pass up the opportunity, but I didn't want to seem too eager to indulge in what I considered to be a mildly erotic experiment, although my cock seemed to think that its eroticism was more than mild.
"Do I take your silence as a Yes?" He asked. "Why don't you try the beige one. It's just a little more accommodating than this one. I'll tell you what, if you wear it today and you like it, you can have it as a gift."
I still couldn't think of what to say, but my cock told me that I needed to feel what it would be like to wear it, so I took it from the drawer and stammered my thanks. It felt strange to undress in front of this comparative stranger who seemed to be making no secret of the fact that he was open to a little gay play if not more. If he had been sighted there is no way I would have done it, but I looked over at BJ and it was now obvious that he was well on the way to a full erection and his cock was really battling to escape the confines of his thong.
"Thanks, I will." I finally managed to croak as I undid my belt and lowered my trousers. I took them off and with them my boxers, my rock hard cock swinging in front of me.
"Hmmm, I smell musk." BJ said. "You must be pretty hard to smell that good." He added with a leering grin.
"I don't know what you mean," I said, pulling on the thong, the rear string slipping easily between my butt cheeks. I had difficulty confining my cock inside the transparent beige packet at the front, and as I struggled I realised that JB was now standing next to me.
"Do you want a hand with that?" He asked, reaching out towards the battlefield.
"Umm, I think I can manage." I said, taking a step backwards.
JB laughed. "Hey, don't worry." He said. "If you're not up for it, I won't press you."
Oh, I was up for it alright, and I'd have loved him to press me; or to press himself against me, but I wouldn't ever admit it in a month of Sundays.
"Look, thanks for the loan of the thong," I said, "and I think I'm going to like it, but that's as far as it goes."
"Whatever you say" JB said, but if you change your mind, the offer's always open."
I thought for a moment and said, "How can you say that? You know hardly anything about me. You don't even know what I look like."
JB laughed again. "Do you think it matters to me what you look like? I can't see you after all."
"But you're a great looking boy, you could probably have anybody you wanted, male or female." I replied.
"Yea, I probably could; until they find out that I'm blind; then they don't want to know me."
"Yea, I suppose I can understand that." I said sadly. "Now, where are we off to today?" I asked, changing the subject and pulling up my slacks, feeling the soft material against my unprotected butt cheeks. I had occasionally gone commando in the past, but always with jeans and the denim had felt rough. The soft material of my slacks felt totally different and not a little arousing.
"I thought we'd go to the cinema." BJ said. "I'd like to see the new Harry Potter film, and it would be nice to have somebody with me to describe what's on the screen. If we go to an early show, there won't be too many people there and we could probably sit where we won't be disturbing anybody. I've been before with Sammy and they're very accommodating about that sort of thing."
I looked at BJ and said, "You know, you really do look good in colours. You have a pale yellow polo shirt and cornflower blue slacks."
"Yea, I always liked bright colours when I could see." He replied, a little wistfully.
"You really should do something about the decor in this room." I said.
"No, I like it green." He said.
"But it's not green, it's a sort of pumpkin orange colour." I said.
"No, today it's green. Yesterday it was yellow and tomorrow I think it'll be black and white." He said with a grin.
"OK, OK, point taken." I said with a grin.
"Come on, let's go and eat and then we'll go to and see Harry Potter." He said.
We breakfasted at a small French café close to where JB lived and again he was well-known and a great fuss was made of us. The French proprietor kissed JB on both cheeks and insisted on doing the same to me when we were introduced; this was the first time I had been kissed in any way by any man other than my father. Most of the other customers stopped by to talk, and the food was wonderful. After more kisses on our departure we made for the cinema. We were far too early, but once again BJ was well known here and they let us sit in the staff room where I made coffee for us, and we relaxed until the auditorium was open to the public.
"How's the thong?" BJ asked suddenly.
"Surprisingly comfortable." I said. "Now."
"Now that you haven't got a hard-on." He said, grinning.
"I didn't say that." I said.
"No, but that's what you meant." He replied.
"No comment." I countered, frightened (for the first time in many years) to say any more.
We sat in silence for a minute until BJ said, "Sorry Freddie, I overstepped the mark again there. I was only kidding you."
"No, I was being oversensitive." I said, wondering where this soft side of me was suddenly coming from. Just then the cinema manager came in and took us into the auditorium. He seated us a little to one side towards the back and told us that we'd be left to our own devices. I made sure that BJ was OK and then went out into the foyer and bought some sweets and drinks and took them back inside. We chatted for a little while and I described people as they came in and were seated. There was quite a wide range of people from small groups of kids to lonely elderly people.
Eventually the lights dimmed and the curtains opened. As the film hit the screen BJ slipped his arm through mine and squeezed it gently. I know I should have taken my arm away to maintain the facade of being straight, but I didn't have the heart; yet another indication that BJ was breaking down my barriers.
The film was great and I secretly salivated over Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint, although given the choice, I think I would have chosen the guy sitting next to me.
After escorting JB back to his place I went home and stripped to his, or should I say my, thong and examined myself closely in the mirror, my cock getting harder by the second. I have to say that I liked what I saw, so much so that I wanted to see the rear view. I slipped out of my bedroom and padded downstairs to get the hall mirror, my full erection leading the way inside the thong. I was halfway upstairs again when I heard a key turning in the front door. I sprinted the rest of the way up and got into my bedroom just in time, slamming the door behind me. I arranged the mirrors so that I could see my backside and thought it looked really sexy. I'd have to get some more of these, but I don't think Mum would approve, so I'd have to make sure that I washed them myself.
I heard Mum's footsteps on the landing and there was a knock at my door. I slipped quickly into bed and called, "Come in Mum."
When she opened the door her eyebrows shot up to find me in bed. "What's up Freddie, are you ill?" She asked.
I laughed and said, "No, Just naked." Stretching the truth just slightly.
Mum laughed. "I just wanted to see if you had the hall mirror and I see that you have. What did you want it for?"
"Oh, I bought some new jeans and I just wanted to see how they fit me." I lied.
"Oh? My son ... vain? There must be a girl involved here somewhere." She said, grinning slyly.
"If you say so," I said, grinning back non-committally.
"OK, as long as you put it back when you've finished with it." She said, and left the room. My erection had subsided as a result of nearly being caught, so I slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and padded barefoot down the stairs to replace the mirror. Mum asked how the community service was going and I told her that the blind guy was OK and that I was just acting as his guide. "Trust you to get a cushy little number for your community service," she remarked.
That evening the weather turned hot and sultry. There just didn't seem to be any air about and my breathing became laboured. Sleep just wouldn't come no matter what I did, and Little Freddie was getting a little sore after being fondled for hours on end. When sleep eventually came it was troubled and full of impossible dreams, and Wednesday morning dawned before I was anywhere near ready to wake. In fact, when the alarm sounded I almost turned over and went back to sleep, but when I remembered BJ I managed to drag myself from my bed and into the shower. The water refreshed me somewhat and I returned to my room to dress.
When I got to BJ's I was exhausted as it was still difficult to breathe, so it took me a few seconds to realise that he was naked when he opened the front door to me.
"God, JB, You are such a pervert!" I said, getting inside quickly and closing the door. "I could have been anybody." I said, giving him a long lustful look which was, of course, wasted on him.
"Like who?" He asked.
"I don't know; Jehovah's Witnesses or somebody."
"Then they'd have witnessed a lot more than they'd expected, wouldn't they?" He asked with a snigger as we went into the kitchen for our now familiar coffee ritual.
"What's on the agenda today?" I asked.
"I think we may stay at home today." He replied. "It's really aggressively humid and I don't hold up well in this sort of weather. At least it's air-conditioned here."
It was only as he said it that I realised that it was indeed a lot cooler in here than it was outside.
"Does that mean you're going to stay naked all day?" I asked, my cock rising to attention.
"Why, does that make you uncomfortable?" He asked.
`Only in the trouser department,' I thought to myself. "Not really," I said, "I just think you're a little strange." I lied, hoping against hope that he wouldn't take pity on me.
"Well, as I said before, I think you'd better get used to it." He said, plugging in the kettle. "You never know, you might even decide to join me."
`Oh, yes please' I thought. "No thanks" I said. "I'll stay as I am." I quietly unzipped my flies as I spoke and reached inside to adjust my half-hard cock.
Great,' I thought to myself. Why did I have to be so arrogant and pig-headed? Why couldn't I admit that I was gay, randy and that I fancied this guy like never before? Now I would have to put up with looking at him naked all day and not be able to do anything about it. I suppose I could disappear occasionally and beat off in the bog, but he'd be bound to get suspicious.'
My thoughts were interrupted when I realised that BJ was looking at me with a strange little smile on his face. What really grabbed my attention, however, was that he was absent-mindedly fingering himself as he did so and his cock was beginning to stiffen up. Mine was already hard inside my shorts and it was getting very uncomfortable with this extra visual stimulus.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked, trying to stop him from playing with his cock.
He seemed startled by my question and had the grace to blush when he realised what he had been doing. He looked gorgeous when he blushed ... he looked gorgeous anyway.
"I hadn't given it much thought." He said. "I suppose we could watch DVD's and you could talk me through them. Sammy hates doing that so it would be a nice change for me. Maybe you could talk me through `Brokeback Mountain' he suggested.
"Ummm, does it have to be that film?" I asked, a little embarrassed.
"I suppose not." BJ said with a knowing grin. Hell, I could swear this guy knew that I fancied him and he was playing with me. "I have a few gay porn DVD's if you'd rather we watched those." He said with a deadpan expression.
"OK, Brokeback Mountain it is then." I said, plumping for the lesser of two evils as I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him if we watched real porn.
"Before we do that, would you describe yourself to me?" He asked.
"Yea." I said, "I suppose it must be impossible for you to imagine what people look like."
"Sometimes it is, but I already have a general impression of you. For example, I know that we're pretty much the same height. I know you're pretty fit and certainly not fat. You always smell nice, so I know you're particular about your body, but what I really want to know is what your face is like and your general build. At one time we used to `see' by touch, but nowadays that is considered improper, so it's all done by description, which is not very satisfactory.
"What do you mean, see by touching?" I asked.
"Well, I can tell what your facial features are like by running my fingers over your face. Normal people wouldn't be able to tell, but my fingers are extra sensitive, especially as I've been trained to read Braille. Let me show you." BJ said. He went to the cupboard under the sink and, after feeling around, he took out a bottle of bleach and a bottle of disinfectant. Then from the fridge he took a bottle of milk. "All of these bottles have Braille lettering on them. I want you to close your eyes and then feel each bottle and see if you can tell the difference." He said.
I did as I was told, but although I could feel the raised dots on each bottle there was no way I could have told the difference. "And you can tell which is which just by feeling these dots?" I asked.
"Sure can." BJ said, and easily identified which was which just by feel.
"So you can tell what I look like just by feeling my face?" I asked.
"Yes, of course." He said. "May I?"
"OK" I said, sitting on a kitchen chair.
BJ came and stood in front of me and placed his hands on my head, his cock resting right in front of my face causing mine to harden again. As his fingertips moved down my face it sent a shudder down my spine and I could feel precum leaking from down below. It took me all my will power not to kiss his fingers as they passed over my lips. "You're bloody good-looking, Freddie," he said, still feeling my features. I was really getting off on this and if he continued much longer I knew that I would be creaming my pants. I didn't dare speak in case I gave myself away, so with shaking hands I reached up and took his hands from my face, once again feeling that electric shock feeling shoot through my body, causing more precum to leak from my cock. I stared again at BJ's cock in front of my face, and how I stopped myself from leaning a few inches forward and kissing it I'll never know.
Then something snapped. I just couldn't control myself any longer. I leaned forward, pursed my lips and kissed his foreskin. BJ snatched his breath in, but when I looked up at him he relaxed and there was only one word to describe the look on his face: smug.
"You bastard." I said. BJ laughed out loud. "You planned this, didn't you? You planned every move didn't you?"
BJ grinned like the cat that'd got the cream and nodded. I no longer cared so I leaned forward again and took the tip of his hardening cock into my mouth, raising my left hand and caressing his balls inside that gorgeous hanging sack. BJ moaned and placed is hands back on my head and then ran his fingers through my hair. My own cock was as hard as it had ever been and the discomfort of confinement was getting dangerously like pain. BJ pulled me to my feet. "I want to see the rest of you now." He said, smiling.
He reached for my shirt and unbuttoned it, pushing it off my shoulders. Then he knelt at my feet and reached up for my belt and undid it. He untied my shoelaces and I stepped out of my shoes. "Lift up" he said, tapping my foot. I raised one and then the other and he removed my socks, then pulled down my trousers and I stepped out of them.
JB stood and placed his hands on my shoulders. Yet another bolt of electricity shot through my body and I could feel my love juice gathering at the base of my cock. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer and I hadn't even been touched there. His hands moved down to my chest and thence to my nipples; then he bent his head and kissed each one with a little tongue action following his kiss. My knees were in danger of giving way and I knew that I was going to shoot my load any minute. I would have asked him to take it easy, but I just couldn't form the words.
His hands then resumed their search and found my navel, which he also bent to kiss. Then he turned me round and traced out my shoulder blades, again kissing each one, thence down to my waist where he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my underpants, reached around me to the front and pulled the waistband out and over my leaking, throbbing cock and downwards. He then knelt and pulled them down to my ankles and unsteadily I stepped out of them. I was now as naked as he was. As I felt his hands cupping my butt cheeks I could feel his breath in uneven spurts against my back. It seemed that he was having as much difficulty breathing as I was.
His hands continued down my legs, tracing every inch of my calf muscles and I suddenly felt his lips on my butt cheeks, first the right then the left, and I couldn't believe it when I felt his nose prod into my crack and felt his lips kiss the opening to my love chute. I really could hold out no longer and I shot my load there and then with a wail of pleasure. BJ realised what had happened and quickly turned me around, ready to take the remnants of my love juice in his mouth.
He then got to his feet and leaned towards me and kissed me gently on the lips. I'm pretty sure that he was the first guy I had ever kissed on the lips. I felt his tongue against my lips and without thinking I opened up to him and tasted my own semen. Things had now taken a totally unexpected turn. Until now I had always taken the initiative and everything had gone my way. Now I was being led by this beautiful, blond blind guy and I was loving every minute.
"My turn now." BJ announced. I knelt down ready to take him in my mouth, but suddenly realised that I had never done this before. I'd been on the receiving end countless times, but I had never actually sucked anyone off, at least, not until they came.
"No, not like that." BJ said. "I want to have you properly." He took my hand and led me towards the bed.
"You m ... mean ..." I stammered.
"Yea." He whispered in reply.
"But I've never ..." I began
"Don't worry, just leave it all to me. I promise it'll be good."
For some strange reason I believed him. "On your knees on the bed." He said quietly. I looked up at his face and saw only love there. His blind eyes were shining and his lips were smiling. Then I looked down at his cock and it was hard and throbbing; I could almost imagine him inside me and what I thought would frighten me to death I now wanted deep inside me.
BJ was at his bedside cabinet and came back to me with a black tub in his hand. "This is my favourite lube." He said, "Leather scented."
"What are you, kinky or something?" I asked jokingly.
"Definitely," he said as he scooped a generous amount on to his ring finger (if you'll pardon the expression) and with the help of his other hand he manoeuvred it to my love chute and slowly worked his finger in, firstly up to his knuckle and then the whole length. It felt wonderful, and before I knew it I was hard again. Once I was fully comfortable, he increased it to two fingers; this time it felt fantastic. Eventually, when I was ready he inserted the third finger. I would never have believed that I could have accommodated three fingers so easily, but I did.
Finally, he asked how I wanted it. Doggy style or on my back. "Whatever's best for you." He said.
"No, no. This is all about you." I said, "I want you to get the greatest possible pleasure out of this." Again, this was a completely new philosophy for me. In the past sex had centred on three things; me, me and me. This time I wanted to take a back seat and give total pleasure to my new lover.
"On your back it is then." He said, gently slipping his fingers out of my butt. Immediately I felt empty and wanted him inside me as soon as possible. As I turned on to my back he lubed up his cock and prepared for entry. "Ready?" he asked?
"More than ready." I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"OK this may hurt a little at first, but it WILL get better, trust me."
Strangely I did trust this guy; a situation that was completely alien to me; I'd never wholly trusted anybody before.
"Now raise your legs up so I can get to your service hatch," he said. I complied and he straddled me and then lay over me. He supported himself on one arm and with the other hand he guided his cock into position where I could feel it resting against my pucker.
"OK, take a deep breath and relax, and maybe press outwards like you need to fart." He instructed. As I did a small fart did, indeed, escape. I giggled, and as I did so I relaxed and he pressed against me and his cock head slipped effortlessly inside me. I winced, but with surprise rather than with pain, and I found that the sensation had totally taken my breath away. In fact, there was no pain; just a little discomfort.
"Are you OK?" he asked with some concern.
I nodded, and when I got my breath back I relaxed again. BJ slowly pushed himself further in until I felt his pubes pressing into my groin. To this day I find it impossible to accurately describe what I felt right then, but I had the sensation of utter fulfilment, complete perfection and total submission to this wonderful guy. I also felt my love juices gathering again and I knew I was in for another orgasm soon.
BJ slowly began to slide in and out of me and as he got into a rhythm so I began to clamp down on him with muscles I never knew I had. We were both making whimpering noises by this time which slowly became louder and more intense until with a howl BJ shot his load inside me, which sent me over the edge and my own juices burst out and coated my stomach and chest before he collapsed on top of me, pressing his lips hard against mine as our tongues did battle until we exhausted ourselves and lay together, soaked in my love juice. I gazed into his eyes and marvelled once again that such beautiful eyes could be unseeing.
"What are you thinking?" BJ asked.
"I'm thinking that you are so beautiful and your eyes are so incredibly gorgeous that I find it difficult to believe that they don't work. I'm also thinking that I couldn't imagine doing this with anybody else on earth, and I hope and pray that we can be together for the rest of our lives." I replied, much to my own surprise that I could make such an honest statement of commitment.
"Don't speak too soon." BJ said, looking worried. "You won't want to be lumbered with a blind guy for the rest of your life. You could do a lot better than me."
I thought for a moment and then said, "I don't want better than you. I don't believe there is anyone better for me than you."
BJ smiled sadly. "Despite my imperfections?"
"What imperfections?" I asked honestly.
"Don't be bloody daft." He replied. "As well as being blind, I've got a big mouth and a bent nose. On top of all that, I'm gay. What would your mates think?"
I thought about that for a moment. "OK, you're blind. Your mouth is a little on the generous side and your cute little nose is a trifle one-sided. As for being gay. We wouldn't be having this conversation if you weren't." Then I had an inspired thought. "Have you ever heard of a guy named Tom Milsom?"
"I don't think so. Who is he?"
"He's a rather cute, very talented British singer and songwriter who performs all his own compositions. He's also a great musician and he has a zany sense of humour."
"What has he got to do with all this?" BJ asked. "Do you fancy him or something?"
I laughed quietly. "I could easily fancy him, but unfortunately he's straight. What he's got to do with all this is actually in one of his songs. He wrote a song called `Imperfections'. The song is about a guy who loses his girlfriend to someone else, and although he says she's not perfect, her imperfections make her perfect to him. The song ends:
`Your imperfections make you beautiful In ways that only you could be And it turns out that my biggest imperfection Was dreaming all the time of you and me'
"I just hope that my dreams about you and me are not an imperfection, but rather a dream of things to come." I added. "I just hope that that dream is not in vain."
BJ though for a moment and then said, "If you're really sure ..."
"Hey, I know what I want, and I'm used to getting it." I said.
"We may fight over that," he said. "I'm used to getting my own way too."
"OK, so we fight over it." I said; "but making up after fights is going to be one hell of a lot of fun." I said.
BJ leaned forward and kissed me gently before we drifted off to sleep.
EPILOGUE
The remainder of my Community Service' went pretty much the same way, although we didn't make it out of the house much (snigger). I continued to see BJ regularly for the rest of the school holidays, and a fortnight before we returned to school BJ and I sat down with his parents and announced our relationship. At first I was surprised that his parents took it so well, but then I realised that I was being looked upon as somebody to take him off their hands'. Once this had been established, we knew we could call the shots and we had BJ transfer to my school. Since there was no affection lost between my own parents and me, they didn't object when I started staying overnight at my best mate's' house or when he stayed at mine, so we got to sleep together most of the time, and I became BJ's guide around the school, so we were united almost 24/7. College followed where we did the same courses (mostly business studies and IT) at the same university (London) and we both graduated with honours and at our suggestion each pair of parents put up fifty percent of the cash to start our own business, so we were well and truly out of their hair. BJ takes care of personnel and customer services (he can charm the birds out of the trees, after all he charmed me!) and I look after the technical side of things. We were united in a civil ceremony earlier this year to which our parents were invited, but both couples cried off pleading that their businesses were far too demanding. After all, it's not a proper wedding, is it?' Bastards!!
So there we have it in a nutshell; the self deprecating blind boy and the arrogant bastard -- happily united and equal partners in every sense. Who would have thought it possible? Sure we have our arguments and differences, but as I said earlier, making up is a hell of a lot of fun!
The End
Author's Note: Tom Milsom is a real person, and is exactly what I say he is. He kindly gave his permission for me to use the lyrics of his song Imperfections' and I thank him for it; it brought the story to a nice conclusion. If you would like to hear the song or find out more about Tom, check out his websites: www.tommilsom.com or www.tmtunes.com. His album Awkward Ballads For The Easily Pleased' contains the track mentioned. My favourite track of his, Indigo', is from his latest album, Painfully Mainstream' and both can be purchased on his website, either as downloads or as a CD's.
If you'd like to contact me about the story, you can do so at luckylex@luckymail.com