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Jewels Too - The Gay PerSPECtive

by Electra with Dale Gaye

I promised myself that I wouldn’t get romantically involved while I was at college. It’s just too complicated, and I wanted to concentrate on my studies. I’d seen too many friends allow their love-lives to get in the way of their education. To avoid this, I chose to attend a school where the distractions would be minimal and thus became one of the first 100 males at a former all-women’s college. By the way, I’m gay.

I was sure that the other 99 men enrolling in this school would be straight horny guys. Wrong, Dana! Most of them were gay, including my roommates Helmut and RonE. Since I didn’t participate in many of their activities, I had this reputation as a frosty snob, rumors even circulated that I was straight, or maybe just an unusually pious Catholic, but I didn’t let it get to me.

But a man has needs, and I tried to placate them with the Internet. I chatted to guys on-line, fantasized a bit, and dealt with my own needs privately. Then I met David in a gay body builder’s chat room and all my plans went awry.

It started out the usual way, with us finding we agreed with each other on some issues, all quite scholarly. Then we swapped a few e-mails, chatted privately on Messenger, you know the deal, we all do it! It was a nice friendship, but I spent more and more time talking to him. We got to know each other really well, because of the wide variety of things we talked about. He was really quite fascinating, very smart, very funny.

So I had this crazy idea to send him a photo of myself. I was really rather proud of it. It was taken by my roommate Helmut, and was very flattering. Made me look a bit like Brad Pitt even. Well, a little. So I e-mailed this to David, half-expecting one of him in return. Lots of nice comments, but no pic, dammit! He ignored two hints that I wanted one of him, and eventually I found my druthers and asked him outright. He said OK, but as he didn’t have one ready, it might take a day or two.

As you can imagine, that had me wondering. Had I gotten myself interested in someone spotty and buck-toothed, weighing 400lb? It was an unpleasant thought, because I had started to fantasize about the two of us. Silly. I put it as far back it my mind as it would go, but it keep popping back out.

A week passed where he disappeared off the face of the planet. I was convinced he must be a really ugly guy. Why else would someone put off sending a photo that long? I mean, how hard is it to get one scanned? And this silence?

Then when I really wasn’t expecting it, because I’d given up ever even hearing from him again, suddenly this e-mail arrived from him with an attachment. Took me quite a while to open it, because I didn’t want to face the horror........

I was speechless. He was GORGEOUS. Light brown hair with sun streaks, and a tan, and piercing brilliant green eyes. Great physique. He looked like a surfer. I just sat there gazing at him. What a photo! It looked like a publicity shot for a movie star. Then it dawned on me. This wasn’t really him. He’d sent me this....why? It was cruel.

So, I didn’t know what to do next. Call him a jerk? Not reply? No, silly old Dana, I asked him really nicely “Is that really you? Because if it is, well.......woah!”. Then, not wanting to seem shallow, added “You look as good as your personality.” Yep, that was good, I liked that. And I sent it.

He thanked me for my opinion, said he’d had it taken in a proper studio, but yes it was really him. Then he apologized for not having spoken to me all week, but his father had been ill. I felt rather guilty. Well, I asked all the right questions about his Dad, everything was smoothed over and our relationship went back to normal.

Who am I trying to fool? No it didn’t. I had the hugest crush on him now. Every time I chatted to him I had his photo in front of me. I’d printed it out, and when it wasn’t as good quality as I’d have liked, I took the file into a photo store on a disk and had it printed properly. Then I framed it. It sat beside my bed and satisfied many a lonely student’s dreams.

Six full months passed. You can’t accuse me of rushing these things. I sent him more of me, and he was always polite about them, but never enthused. Maybe he just didn’t want to give the wrong impression. He enthused enough over my thoughts and opinions. He loved my mind, he said, and I told him that was mutual. But he never made any suggestion about getting to know my body.

It wasn’t that he was so very far away. It was just an hour’s drive and I would have made the trek if need be, but I didn’t want to make the first move. Didn’t want to, but ultimately had to. I plucked up all the courage I had, which wasn’t much, and suggested a meet. At his convenience. Somewhere public so we could both run away if we needed too. No reply. My thoughts again drifted to the photo being bogus, to him really looking like Igor, to him really being maybe a straight guy playing a cruel joke. And some thoughts scarier than that, I don’t even want to remember.

After a time you get to a now or never point with these things, and one day when I’d got him on Messenger I said “David, is there some reason why you don’t want to meet me? Be honest, whatever it is I can take it?”

There was a long pause, maybe five minutes. It seemed like an hour.

“OK,” he said “I haven’t been entirely honest with you. Look, I have really come to like you so much I don’t want you to go out of my life, OK?”

I promised him that was not even an option.

“Well, you say that now, but, well.......that photo I sent you....yes, it was me, but it wasn’t the whole truth”

Now I expected him to say it was completely retouched or partly superimposed or something.

“Normally, I wear glasses.”

“Oh big fat deal David,” I said.

“No, wait,” he said “Really strong glasses. They’re minus 20"

That meant absolutely nothing to me, it just sounded like a really really cold temperature. But clearly this was notable. I understood that much from his serious tone. Then I tried to imagine how his beautiful face would look in glasses, but I couldn’t picture it, and certainly couldn’t visualize what he was trying to tell me. So I said “Send me a photo!”

“OK,” he said “But I warned you. It’s not that I don’t want to meet you Dana, I really do. I’m free on Saturday, and I have a car. What I don’t want is to meet you and get rejected...... I’ll get a new photo for you.”

Again a wait of several days. I assumed he’d trotted back to the studio to get the most flattering shot he could, if he was so worried it was going to put me off. I started looking around at guys in glasses. They looked OK. Some of them were hot. I looked for blond surfer boy types in glasses. They looked fine. I don’t think I caught on at all.

I opened this attachment when it came far more eagerly, and I was......shocked.

I closed it again.

I stood up, felt a bit dizzy, and sat down again. I forced myself to open it again, and look, really look. I told myself he was still the same person, still the same lovely beach bum hair, and his eyes sparkled like emeralds behind those thick lenses. And his smile.........oh what a cruel trick of nature. I started to cry.

Helmut walked in, saw the picture, and in his sexy German accent exclaimed “Woah! Cool glasses!”. Cool? How could you say cool? I hid my tears and told him “That’s my David”.

You have to understand that at some level, impossible as it may seem - as we’d never met, I had fallen in love with him. I had pictured myself with him, showing him off to my friends, going to parties, talking for hours into the night, running my fingers through his hair.......

Helmut, never one to know what to say, announced “Well, he’s different for an American. Back home you see more guys in glasses. Here, everyone is funny about them and wears contacts. RonE is a perfect example.” I ignored him.

I didn’t want to make him wait for my reply. I wanted to deal with this. I took the photo on disk to the same place, and had it printed properly. I framed it. I sat and looked at it all evening.

Now, I’m not sure what happened next. I’m not sure if Cupid shot me, or what it was, but I started thinking that maybe I liked what I was looking at. I don’t want you to think I just got past the glasses. That I had realized I was being shallow, or anything virtuous like that. I’m not even saying they grew on me. Really. I’d like to think I was a nice person who could see inner beauty or some nonsense. But that wasn’t it. Some guard somewhere dropped. The preconceptions I’d learned over the years fell away. At first, I thought to myself that his glasses were “interesting”. Yes, that was the word. More specific than Helmut’s “Cool”. And Helmut said David was different. Well, different is good, isn’t it? Different is the opposite of plain, boring, same old same old. And I thought I really liked the way they looked. And then....something stirred deep inside me, and it was a sensation I knew only too well. His glasses were turning me on. It was unbearable. I had to go into the bathroom (carrying his picture!) and deal with it. And that was pretty much that. Damn, I wanted him and THOSE glasses. No other glasses would do. I figured this out while I was in the bathroom and tried on RonE’s glasses which were folded next to his contact lens case. They did nothing for me. They didn’t even seem to have much power.

I found David on Messenger. I didn’t bother with any preliminaries, I just typed in: “I LOVE your glasses, can’t wait to see you on Saturday.”

Another 5 minute pause and he replied: “OK!!!!!!”

Now read......Part Two

Jewels Too - The Gay PerSPECtive - Part Two

I really was looking forward to seeing David on Saturday. And yet even then, even though his photo with his glasses on had kept me comfortable every night through the week, or maybe because of that - I was still a bundle of nerves. I wasn’t sure exactly what I had gotten myself into here - this was unknown territory. This was stepping over that line, you know, the comfort zone. I was stepping into another world, a world of Victorian style freak-show carnality almost, lusting for someone’s disability. Good grief what was I DOING? And - instead of running from the reality of the darkness of it all there I was eagerly looking for my sideshow attraction. Ladies and Gentlemen, the very myopic man......

We’d arranged to meet at The Park, a gay bar and entertainment complex laid out like a park in a major city. We had both heard about The Park and felt it was an appropriate place to meet since, after all, it hosts the chat room that David and I met on. We also felt it would be a neutral zone. It was busy, but you couldn’t miss those glasses, and he would stand out in any crowd anyway. He was well over six feet tall and extremely buff. He dressed to show off his muscles and I didn’t blame him one bit. Yes, some guys were looking at him. The buff bartender, who wore only a jockstrap and a baseball cap, looked at David discreetly, but others were more obvious, and a group of three perfectly groomed clones were pointing and giggling. A wave of protectiveness came over me and instead of the carefully rehearsed words I had planned, I found myself making a big display of rushing towards him and embracing him, right in front of our “audience.” Their reaction was priceless, and I knew exactly what they were thinking - “How did the guy in the weird glasses get that hunky blonde in the leather pants that really displayed his package” - because one of them stopped laughing and looked at me pathetically. I gave him the finger, and hugged my man tighter.

I guess I’d taken him aback a little, he smiled at me but seemed overcome.

“I’m sorry” I said “I’ve just waited so long!”

He seemed completely reassured by that, and then we both trotted out our rehearsed pieces, both realizing exactly what we were doing, and then both falling into fits of laughter and hugging again, even more warmly. I was suddenly very grateful that we’d agreed to meet in a public place because I think if we’d been alone I’d have jumped him right there - I suddenly found the song “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road” was playing in my head.

The bartender smiled, gave us a thumbs up, and motioned for us to approach the bar. He then brought us a large cocktail in a heart shaped glass with two straws and said “This is my specialty. It’s called Love in Bloom. It’s on the house.” David thanked him and asked “ Are you sure? I don’t want you to get into trouble.” “Don’t worry” said the bartender “My partner Julian is the owner and he, like me, is a hopeless romantic. This place becomes such a meat market at times. It’s rare and beautiful to see young love in bloom like the two of you. I wish you many years together. Julian and I just celebrated our Fifth anniversary”

David then extended his hand to the bartender and introduced himself saying “Thank you so much. That is so sweet. I’m David and this is my soul mate Dana.” David then kissed me on the cheek. The bartender then told us his name - Ronnie.

Both David and Ronnie gave me a puzzled look when I asked how he spelled it.

“R-o-n-n-i-e How else would you spell it?”

I then told him that “My pretentious roommate RonE used to spell it that way too but now spells it uppercase R - lowercase o - lower case n - upper case E like this” I wrote it out on a napkin ‘RonE’

Ronnie rolled his eyes and said “That’s so gay!” The three of us had a great laugh. While laughing, I noticed Ronnie’s eyes examining David’s beautiful thick glasses. This time he was less discreet than when I first arrived at The Park. I also noticed that Ronnie was wearing contacts and wondered if there was a chance that they could be a strong as David’s -20s. Unlike strong glasses, strong contact lenses seemed less obvious to spot. Until Ronnie, the only other person I knew who wore contacts was RonE. According to the boxes of lenses in the bathroom his Rx is only -1.25.

Ronnie left us as he served some customers who had just walked in. David and I continued the conversation we were having before meeting Ronnie. We had another Love in Bloom. I had to excuse myself to go to the men’s room and asked Ronnie where it was.

“That depends” he said “If you really have to go and can’t wait, there is a basic toilet to the left. If you want to see our BEST bathroom, take that elevator up to the third floor and follow the path of park benches.”

“Nothing but the best for my baby” David said “go for it. We have plenty of time.” On the way to the bathroom I would also have plenty of time. Plenty of time to fantasize that is...about seeing Ronnie in glasses as strong as David’s, spotting David in the weight room...both of them wearing nothing but their jockstraps and glasses.

“I’ll be back” I said in a bad Arnold Schwartzeneggar accent as I rushed to the elevator

David and Ronnie laughed. While I was gone Ronnie said “Dana’s great! And funny too. You are one lucky man David. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”

David replied “It all depends on the question.”

“OK. Here goes. How does Dana feel about your glasses?”

“Truth?...He absolutely loves them. I think they turn him on.”

“Same thing with Julian”

“Huh?” David puzzledly asked

“My glasses! Julian is so turned on by my glasses. During the week, I run the administrative end of the business from home. This is the only day I work here. It’s also the only day that I wear these damn contacts and jock. The rest of the time my -18s are on my nose.”

“I’ve got you beat. My glasses are -20. Even if I could wear contacts, I wouldn’t. I like my glasses.”

“Me too” Ronnie said as he squinted to see the clock on the far wall “3 hours ‘til I leave here. 3 hours and 1 second until I take these contacts out.” David didn’t see the squint for Ronnie’s back was turned. “I don’t know what’s more uncomfortable - the contacts or this tight jockstrap.” David and Ronnie laughed hysterically.

At that time, I returned from the bathroom and asked what they were laughing about. In unison they replied “Jockstraps!” The three of us laughed. “Speaking of jockstraps,” David said as he reached over the bar and placed a twenty dollar bill in Ronnie’s leg strap “Ronnie, this is for you. You have been great. Thanks!”

“Yeah, thanks Ronnie” I said as I blew him a kiss “this has been great. I hope we will see you again. Maybe even meet Julian.”

“No, thank you! The pleasure has been all mine. Please come again. I’m here every Saturday. Julian’s usually here too. I’m sure he’d love to meet you guys too. I can’t wait to tell him about you. You two remind me of us two.”

I then grabbed David’s hand and said “David, you’ve got to see the rest of this place” We wandered through The Park, hand in hand, and we talked about all sorts of things. For someone tall and with an obvious difference, he stood very straight and confident, and walked with a good stride. I got the feeling his self-esteem was generally high, after all, he really was a handsome guy, but gay guys can be strange. I should know. Looking up at him as we chatted I got to see his glasses from other angles. They were amazing, the lenses were half an inch thick at the sides. They sparkled in the club’s lights like jewels. I felt like I was on a date with a huge blond mirror ball.

By this time we’d reached the carousel. No kidding this place had an operating carousel. We each mounted our horse - side by side. It was hot but the breeze took the edge off, and we were able to relax completely. I couldn’t take my eyes off his glasses, but I didn’t have to. I was doing what any dutiful guy does on a date, gazing into his man’s eyes. I’d made my mind up, 100% by this point. This was what I wanted. It was going to be a wild ride though. Speaking of wild ride, a few times David even hung his body my may and kissed me. I was afraid that his glasses were going to slide off and hit the carousel’s hard wood floor.

The Park has a section with mini movie theaters showing films of park activities such as softball games and street performers. David suggested a movie. I hadn’t been to the movies in such a long time, and it sounded like a very romantic proposition, intimate and yet still public, for delicacy. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea - ah there’s the rub. My desires for him went beyond romantic, but I couldn’t rush it and put him off. He seemed so wholesome, so well brought-up and gentlemanly.

We chose a fun movie about a juggling mime. I cursed the armrest between us but he did at least put his arm around my shoulder. So I put my head on his. I was enjoying the show but it didn’t have my full attention. I found myself gazing at him instead, and then, oh my, it happened again - I started to get really turned on. Maybe I gave off some hormone at that point, or it was just a coincidence but he chose that moment to stroke my hair and kiss me, just quickly. Ooh! That was nice! Too nice in fact.....I was excited. I had to hold back. I didn’t want to give the impression that I didn’t like it. I loved it, but I couldn’t let this continue here. I gave him a peck on the cheek in return, and my face touched his glasses which felt cool from the air-conditioning. That was it. I had to excuse myself

“I’ll be right back, hold on, don’t go anywhere....” I said and rushed for the men’s room, where I had to relieve my frustration. Then I had to get myself back together very quickly. I splashed some water on my face, counted to twenty, took a deep breath, and returned.

He began to kiss me again. I couldn’t do this.

“Not here, I said” grabbed his hand and led him out of the theater. I remembered from the banner ad on the chat room that there were privacy rooms at The Park, all of which were named with the initials P and R for privacy room. When I used the men’s room, I passed two of them labeled ‘Park Rakes’ and ‘Public Relations.’ They were nearby yet far enough that by the time we got to one I felt a sense of urgency I can’t describe. He didn’t push me away when I put my hand right on his crotch, and from what I felt inside he was as ready for this as I was. I undid the metal buttons on my leather pants for him! I’m proud of my cock, it’s the real thing, and way oversized for my frame, and he seemed to like it too, especially when he felt it in his mouth.

David undid his pants, then pulled mine down further, and asked “Are you a top or a bottom?”

“Versatile.” I said

David said “Great! Me too. I’d love to go down on you first”

I got down on all fours and he pushed his erection inside me. It’s not true what they say about tall guys, he was big everywhere. I don’t think I’ve ever made love so passionately before or since. After all I was sex-starved and I think maybe he was too. We switched places and what a beautiful high it was. I heard a voice cry out somewhere, then realized it was mine. He was in no hurry to leave me and I was in no hurry for him to go. After some more kisses and our hands and mouths exploring every square inch of our cocks we made love again, a little less hurried this time. He stroked my hair, and my cheek, and I did his, and I made sure I included his glasses as I was stroking. He smiled. Maybe he knew.

I wanted him to meet my friends. I was very proud of him yet I felt certain they’d not understand. So maybe not yet, I had to have time to think about that. Instead, I accepted his invitation to go back with him and stay the rest of the weekend at his parents’ home, which quite conveniently, we would have all to ourselves. “They’re in Atlanta, and no-one else has a key, we’ll be completely undisturbed.”

It was a nice drive down the coast, we chatted very comfortably, and the journey seemed to be too soon over. I loved watching him drive - there was something erotic about the way those beautiful glasses enabled him to see the road ahead - I can’t explain it. Where he lived was stunning. His family were obviously not short of money, as they’d bought him a brand new car for college and there were two others parked in the garage. I knew he was an only child so these were obviously his parents’. Very nice.

The house was open-plan, very light, very modern. So different to the gothic pile I came from out east. His room was large and had a king-size bed “It’s the only one long enough for me” he laughed. He left the drapes wide open - the house was surrounded by trees, and we had total privacy. We wasted no time and undressed each other fully. He looked at me all over, ran his hands up and down my body, and pronounced me perfect. He knelt before me like a medieval knight worshipping his man, bowed his head, and joked that he was not worthy. I lifted his chin, looked him straight in the eye and said he was the only one worthy. He smiled so warmly I thought I’d melt. It was a special knowing smile. He knew I’d accepted him without any proviso.

He’d had so many of those before apparently. Guys would show interest in him, or at least pretend to, because he really was a very attractive guy, but they always ended up asking him could he perhaps wear contacts, and then he knew. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be accepted as is. I had demonstrated that I accepted him fully, with no questions. With no ifs or buts. So he offered me the information freely. No, he couldn’t wear contacts, it wasn’t an option. And he could see nothing at all without his glasses, so that was who he was. Take it or leave it. I took it. Twice more that night actually, and then we slept peacefully until midday on Sunday......

I woke first and got my first chance to see him without his glasses on. I realized it was something I wasn’t going to see very often, so I relished it, and there he was, just like the first photo he sent me, he looked like an angel as he slept. His glasses were on the nightstand beside him, and not knowing how soundly asleep he was, I resisted the urge to reach over and handle them. I knew I’d get a chance eventually. It could wait. I expected him to put them on the moment he woke, but he didn’t. He turned to me, smiled, and made love to me again, this time in his blindness. I felt like I was getting a treat, something others didn’t see. Yes, that was it, this version of him, was mine. And it was precious. I later found out that the photo I had of him not wearing his glasses was the only one in existence.

I found out lots of other things too. How he never remembered a time when he didn’t wear glasses. He showed me baby photos of him in tiny glasses. I found out he was so helpless without them that he never went anywhere without a spare pair in a pocket somewhere. I also found out something else that I really didn’t expect - he had no animosity towards his poor sight, and he liked his glasses. His animosity was reserved for people who didn’t share his feelings! He was very comfortable with who he was, and was delighted - and surprised - that he’d finally met someone like me.

Someone like me. A weirdo. Oh but the truth could wait. Despite all his openness and honesty I still had to hold back the awful truth. I’d developed a fetish. There was no other way to describe it. I only had to THINK about his glasses and I felt a twinge of pleasure. I wasn’t sure if he could handle that. He was a very passionate man, but I really didn’t know about that.

He drove me home quite late. We’d had a fabulous weekend, and now we had to concentrate on our studies at our respective places of learning. He was in his post-graduate year and had a lot to do. He’d given up two whole days to me and would probably have to work through the night now. I was a bit behind myself. So we agreed that we would see each other again in two weeks. He kissed me 14 times as if to mark off each day. I watched him drive away, and I went up to face the music. Helmut and RonE were absolutely frantic to hear where I’d been all this time, and I just smiled and winked.

“Oh my God!” yelled Helmut, “you’ve been screwing David!” He really had a way with words. Breathlessly, he turned to a bemused RonE, who remembered hearing me mention David, but couldn’t remember where. “You remember” Helmut berated RonE “the guy he talks to on-line all the time - THEY GOT TOGETHER!!”.

Then Helmut remembered - “Did he wear those glasses?” and I told him he wore them all the time, except when sleeping, the whole story. Well, not quite the whole story. RonE insisted on seeing the photos of David, and just gave me one of his looks. You never quite knew what he was thinking, but I got the impression he thought I’d lost it. RonE said nothing.

“Anyway” I told them, “you’ll get to meet him in two weeks time, so be nice to him, OK?”

“Damn” said Helmut “I’m going to be away most of that weekend.”

“Your loss” I said.

Two weeks can drag, but I kept myself busy. I got everything up to date then spent Friday evening cleaning our apartment. Helmut was not what you’d call house proud, and RonE was hardly ever in for he was one of the library denizens. A serious student who could teach me a thing or two about sticking to my plans. But only a few weeks to go until finals and I could relax.

David arrived exactly when he said he would, and RonE had already left. Helmut was just leaving and I introduced David to him. Helmut winked at me as he left. David noticed, grinned, and said “Helmut seems very nice. And that accent is so sexy.”

I replied “He’s from Germany. He’s the best. He’s the one that took that first picture I sent you. Remember it”

“Remember it?” David exclaimed “It’s in a frame in my dorm. My roommate thinks I’m dating Brad Pitt. I hope Jennifer doesn’t mind sharing you Brad.” We both laughed.

“So” I said “Welcome to my spider’s web”.

“Am I trapped?” he laughed, and looked confused. Well, I’d started now, so I ought to go through with it, I’d spent two weeks planning this, and going crazy with desire for him.

“Well, maybe” I said, cautiously “I, um, had this idea”

“OK, tell me.” He gave me a look that reassured me. I felt he was open to anything. I crossed my fingers.

“Well, I hope this doesn’t scare you......I was thinking that maybe I could take your glasses away from you, and hold you as my blind sex-slave. Just for a few hours anyway. You can have them back any time if you ask, of course.”

“You’re a very soft jailer” he said. “OK”

Simple as that! Wow! So that’s what we did. He submitted, I made all the moves. I deadlocked the door, in the rare chance that RonE would come back. I took his glasses off, stripped him naked, and led him to my bed. The smile never left his face...and those huge sparling emeralds...Oh...He placed so much trust in me. We did it until we could do it no more. I dressed him, and gave him his glasses back. I loved putting them on him and watching his look change and seeing those emerald eyes returning to miniature size.

“If we keep this up” he said “you’ll go blind too!”

“Aha!” I said “We know how you spent your previous lives then!”

Somehow I saw him as a Viking. A big strong Viking marching into villages and having the gay men beg to be taken first.

At precisely the time I expected RonE to return, after we were both decent, had eaten, and were just hugging on the couch in front of the TV, he walked in and gave David a cold greeting. I wasn’t very happy with him. I was particularly displeased when he joined us without asking and said “Those are some glasses you’ve got there, what’s your Rx?” RonE always seemed to know the technical side to everything, even though he was a business major. But of course he wore glasses himself, so maybe this was fair conversation between two “fellow” myopes. I hoped he didn’t mind. He actually seemed amused, and told him readily. “-20!”

“Interesting” RonE said “I thought these days even at that strength you could get thinner lenses.”

“Yes,” David said “you can.....but I like these”.

They exchanged an odd look which was lost on me. RonE shrugged, finished what he was eating and went back out. I apologized for his rudeness.

“It’s OK” David said “That reply surprises most people.” and he laughed to himself.

The next morning when I awoke, David was already up. He was sitting drinking coffee at the table and talking to RonE. I hoped his coldness wasn’t covering sinister motives, and I was somewhat jealous. Instead of making my presence known straight-away I eavesdropped.

RonE was going on about thinner lenses again. I wanted to smack him and tell him to leave David alone, but he had the upper hand.

“Then I’d be missing out on half the fun” David said “don’t you understand?”

I certainly didn’t, and I walked forward, not even trying to cover the fact I’d been listening. I glared at RonE, and sat down beside David, looking confused. RonE grabbed his book bag and walked out.

“I don’t understand, David” I said “What is he saying”

“He’s saying that modern optics can produce thinner, lighter lenses with the same strength. They’ve become the norm, everyone wants them. They’re expensive for my Rx, but I can afford it, I choose to stay with these thicker, heavier lenses. I like them. I like the way they feel, and I like the way I look in them. But most of all I like the effect they have on you.”

“I think they’re great,” I told him honestly “in fact....well.....they turn me on.”

“I know,” he said, laughing “it’s obvious! So, you think I want to mess that up? Not a chance!”

I felt a bit silly, but also relieved. He saw right through me, and I hadn’t realized. But I had to add “but you know I’d love you anyway, you do know that, right? I mean, I fell in love with you before I saw them, you must know that. They’re just...a bonus!”

He nodded, he understood very well. Something told me I hadn’t been the first.

“You’d be surprised” he confirmed “Quite a few men, more than you’d expect, really go for guys in strong glasses. I don’t exactly know why, and I don’t care. I’ve come across some, OK I admit I sought them out, but in other ways, they weren’t really my type. Anyway, I was just a young guy getting some action. It was OK. But you, you’re everything I could ever want in a man, and, you love me as I am, and you love me as I’m not. You love me helpless and you love me strong. I can’t ask for any more than that. You can indulge your fetish and so can I. We’re made for each other.”

“Well,” I said laughing “if you put it like that!”

Then he explained how he never let anyone try them on no matter how insistent they were. He said “I’ve had to deck a few guys in my time. They always seem surprised I can fight. I tell them it’s only my eyes that are weak.” Well, if they didn’t realize that, then they deserved all they got, it was obvious what a powerful man he was. But he said I could try them on, so that I knew. I felt really honored. It was like the ultimate gesture of trust. I couldn’t see a thing through them, and they were very heavy, and of course still warm. I handed them back.

“But really” I said “It doesn’t bother you that I have..this fetish..which incidentally I didn’t KNOW I had until you came along.....you don’t think I’m weird, you really don’t mind?”

“Mind? I love it! Look...how can I feel any other way, when you are just reflecting my vibe? Oh how can I explain it to you Dana....I know, you’ve got really huge cock, and it’s fabulous. It gets me right HERE...” and he took my hand and put it on his the bulge in his jeans, which was growing as we spoke......”well, tell me, how do you feel about your own cock? Do you hate it?”

“No”

“OK then, tolerate it?”

“No”

“Wish it wasn’t QUITE so big?”

“No”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes”

“Love it?”

“Yes”

“Get a kick out of it yourself, even when no-one else is around?”

“Yes”

“And it’s part of who you are right? And you enjoy your own attribute? And as an added bonus others enjoy it too? You don’t mind that do you? If someone makes fun of it do you care?”

Then I understood. I understood exactly what he was trying to tell me. I never needed to doubt it, this was going to be incredible.

The next few hours talking and making love with David was great. Again we agreed that we would see each other again in two weeks. Again he kissed me 14 times as if to mark off each day. I watched him drive away, and I went to my room and found a small package on my pillow, obviously from David, with a red ribbon bow tied to it. I opened the package to find a pair of his glasses which excited me at first. Excitement soon turned to concern. What had I done by telling David about my fetish? I thought ‘Oh my God, David is so helpless without his glasses that he never goes anywhere without a spare pair in a pocket somewhere. And now he has left that pair with me. What if he breaks his glasses on his way home. What if ... What if...’

I then noticed a small white envelope. I must have missed it before because it blended in with the white pillow. I opened it.

The note card was engraved with David’s initials...God, he’s classy...The card read:

“I hope these get you through the next 2 weeks. sorry they’re an old prescription. Only -18.5. My spare -20s are in my jacket’s left pocket.
As you are reading this, I am stroking them with my left hand and steering with my right.
Thank God my parents bought me a car with an automatic transmission.
Love,
Your Blind Sex Slave”