[adapted from Jewels by Electra]
by Izzy Lennon
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!!!!!!”
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 Schwarzenegger 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 sparkling 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 honoured. 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?”
“OK then, tolerate it?”
“Wish it wasn’t QUITE so big?”
“Do you like it?”
“Get a kick out of it yourself, even when no-one else is around?”
“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.
Your Blind Sex Slave”
The next fortnight dragged by. I couldn't wait to see David again and had to work hard to focus on my studies. Having that old pair of his glasses really helped me get through...of course, there's nothing like the real thing. Getting together every two weeks became the norm for us through the rest of the semester.
At last, finals were over and the summer stretched before us like the blue ocean. To celebrate my freedom I was going to spend a week at David’s—and meet his parents. I found the prospect rather intimidating really. I just wanted to be alone with him, instead I’d have to make polite conversation with these upmarket people. But I knew I would have to do it sooner or later, especially if he was to become a fixture in my life. That was the plan after all.
But first I spent my last evening with my roomies, the ever dour RonE and the crazy Helmut. After a few drinks RonE wasn’t so uptight, and Helmut was, well, he was Helmut. Despite some differences we cried at our parting of the ways, and promised to keep in touch. As far as Helmut was concerned I really meant it. We’d lived in each others pockets for three years and there was a bond. Helmut also got hired by a local company that sponsored his visa, thus allowing him to stay in the US, making it that much easier to stay in touch. RonE was going back to India so there wasn’t much chance we’d see each other again, but I took his home address anyway, and fantasized, rather nastily really, that I’d use it for a civil union invitation he’d have to turn down. Eventually it was too late, we all headed for bed, but RonE turned back. Then he did a really strange thing. He hugged me.
“Dana, this is going to sound like jealousy or sour grapes or something, but I want you to listen to me. Before you get seriously involved with that boy think carefully about the future.”
He sounded so sincere, so, un-RonE-like, that for once I did really listen. But I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I asked him outright.
“It’s hard to put into words without sounding insulting,” he replied “but let’s say some of his choices don’t make any sense. In fact they’re quite disturbing. Think about it.”
I did. I couldn’t sleep. I kept going over it in my head. But I was in too deep now.
David collected me and all my junk in his father’s SUV. What a great car. It had a hitch on the back, and he told me we were going out on his parents’ boat one last time before they sold it.
“They’re retiring” he said “and moving to the East, that’s where they come from. I’m staying out here, so I’ll have to find a place of my own.”
I was hoping, maybe even half-expecting him to ask me there and then to share it with him, but nothing more was said. I thought it would be a bit much to suggest it, so I put that idea on hold. It was a rather nice idea though.
As always, David and I had plenty to chat about as we drove to his parents'. I always love watching David drive—there's still something erotic about the way those beautiful glasses enable him to see the road ahead—I can’t explain it...and today, being sunny, he had clip on shades attached to them. The clip ons had blue lenses and were held onto his glasses by extra long metal clips. His optician had a jeweller extend them in order to fit on David's deliciously thick lenses.
A few times during the drive, the sun would hit David's face in the most beautiful way. The polished edges of his lenses sparkled like diamonds. The blue clip on added a bit of sapphire...and those green eyes...God...emeralds.
"Jewels!" I said
"Huh?" David asked.
"Jewels. Your glasses and eyes are sparkling like jewels...diamonds...sapphires...emeralds...I feel like I'm travelling with my own personal jewellery store."
David smiled, took my hand, kissed it and said "Dana, I love you so much. I've never met anyone like you. We so belong together. You're the the gold and platinum band that completes the jewellery."
"I love you too David. I have never met anyone like you either. I was just thinking about Ronnie at The Park and how he and Julian are going on six years together. I would love that to be us someday."
"Me, too!" David said "You know, The Park is just off the next exit. Do you want to stop by and say hi to Ronnie? It's Saturday. He should be there. He told me that he only works on Saturdays"
"Sure! He was so nice. Let's go." We arrived at The Park as they were opening. David and I were the first customers. We held hands as we walked in. Ronnie was not behind the bar, but the bartender, an exotically handsome man smiled as we walked in.
"Hi, welcome to The Park, what can I get you guys today?"
David ordered two frozen virgin margaritas and asked "Is Ronnie working today?"
As the bartender prepared the drinks he said "Ronnie will be here in a couple of hours. He had an appointment. I'm Julian, his partner. Do you want me to give him a message?" While he was talking, David removed the clip on shade exposing those thick glasses. A big smile came to Julian's face as he said "You must be David and Dana. Ronnie told me about you two and how we should all get together. He kept hoping that you would come in again. He's going to be disappointed that he missed you. Please leave me your number. I will have Ronnie call and arrange dinner or something."
David said "Julian, it is great to finally meet you. Ronnie was so nice to us and told us about you too. I'm sorry we never made it back here. We both got busy with school but now that summer is here, we will. Here's my cell phone number. Have Ronnie call me." We finished our drinks and thanked Julian for his hospitality. He came around to the other side of the bar and hugged us.
Everything brought back memories of our first date. It, again, was a nice drive down the coast. When we arrived his parents greeted him as if he’d been away a week instead of a couple of hours, but they greeted me just as warmly. It was a bit overwhelming, but nice at the same time. They put me completely at ease in fact. We had lunch, and then David excused himself to help his father get the boat ready. This was all new to me. My family’s sole vehicle was a truck, but I didn’t mention that. I just said we lived in the country and when they asked what my father did I told them he was a salesman and didn’t offer anything further. David would learn about my humble origins soon enough, maybe, if I ever had to tell him. I just wanted to forget it.
Joan, David’s mother was easy to talk to, and we chatted while getting a few things together for our boat trip, but I wasn’t expecting what came next at all.
“I expect you're wondering why we're so cool about David being gay and why we don’t mind you sleeping with him.”
You could have knocked me down with a feather. A very small feather. Nothing had actually been mentioned about exactly where I’d be sleeping during my stay, and I didn’t see where David’s father put my larger bags. But they had disappeared. Obviously they’d been put in David’s room. I didn’t know what to say, so I told the truth. She laughed.
“Oh, Dana, I’m sorry, he should have told you. Don’t worry, we’re not going to make a big thing out of it, in fact we’ll act as if it was nothing, but I ought to tell you that it means a lot to me that David has found a guy like you.”
Like me? What on earth had he said?
“I’m really very ordinary actually…” I begun, but Joan had something to get off her mind.
“Dana, we are aware that David is different to other boys because of his bad eyesight. We’ve always done everything we could to make up for that. David and I have always been close and have had such a great open relationship. Being a woman, I know how girls can be, and I feared he would only fall for the type that would not get past the thick glasses to appreciate him for all his great qualities.
David was 16 when he told me that he thought he was gay. Bill and I had gone to a wedding and got home late. We were surprised to see David waiting up for us. He asked us about the wedding but couldn't wait to tell us about HIS day. He spent the afternoon studying with a boy in his drivers ed class. We knew that David was excited about this new friend. They both enjoyed music and cooking. They quizzed each other on the driver's manual, played CDs, and made lunch.
David had always enjoyed helping me in the kitchen but told me that cooking with his friend was a totally different experience. He compared it to ballroom dancing and told me that they moved about the kitchen so well together. For dessert they each grabbed a pint of ice cream and ate it on the couch while watching MTV. Before long they were feeding each other...soon after, they were hugging and kissing. David was beaming as he told us about how passionate it all was. He was so excited to be kissing someone who was kissing back and not trying to pull his glasses off.
He told me that the few girls that had acted interested in him always wanted him to take off his glasses. Being so helpless without his glasses, David wouldn't take them off and he never got kissed until that day. My boy was sweet sixteen and had never been kissed. Besides the kissing, what excited David the most was that he found someone who liked him as he was—thick glasses and all. The only time the glasses came off his face that day was after his friend left. David realized how sweaty and dirty his glasses had gotten, and gave them a good cleaning.
I remember it being a Saturday because the next day at church I lit a candle and thanked God for helping my boy experience love. I also prayed that he watch over David and send him the perfect life partner, be it male or female, when the time is right. I thought being gay would be easier for David but he’s never had any real luck romantically. Now that he’s found you, someone who, well, loves him for who he is, the least I can do is not get in your way. Especially as it’s my fault.”
A look of regret that only a mother can have came over her, and I told her to continue.
“You seem like the sort of person who’ll understand, Dana. David’s biological father, and that’s about all he was, he may as well have been a sperm donor for all that he’s done for his son, well, he was in a band. We were on the road when David was born.”
“Oh my God” I blurted out, I couldn’t hold it back “You don’t seem the type!”
“Well, you see, I was, very much the type. No more than a groupie really Dana. We had a relationship of sorts, but it was very short-lived. I’m not sure it would have lasted anyway but after… like I said, we were on the road, and David was a healthy baby, thankfully, so we never saw a doctor, and I just got behind on things, like his shots. I kept meaning to get them done, but we were always on the move. Well, before I got round to it, David got measles. He was really ill, I thought I was going to lose him…”
She broke down. I put my hand on her shoulder.
“…it’s OK Dana, just a lot of guilt. I’ve never told anyone this before. Not even Bill. Actually…not even David.”
She wiped her tears.
“I really thought I was going to lose my little boy. He was such a sweet age, about 18 months old, and full of energy. I just enjoyed him so much, and then he was so sick. I didn’t even take him to a doctor then, I just kept him cool, and hugged him. But eventually his fever went down, and the rash went away, but he wasn’t right. He wasn’t David anymore. Instead of the bouncy fun little guy I knew he just sat there all day hugging his toys. His…father…thought he was brain-damaged, and he told me to get rid of him…”
That was it, the floodgates. She sobbed until I swear I heard her heart break—how many years had she held this all in?
“He wanted to just leave him in a church, or a mall or somewhere, it was all too inconvenient for him…so I collected what things I had together, took David and left. I had nowhere to go. I’d travelled right across the country with the band. I had no money, nothing. I didn’t have the courage to call my parents. I didn’t know what to do Dana, all I had in the world was David, and I didn’t know what was wrong with him, and I was on the street.”
“Well, I just started walking and it started to rain, so I stopped inside a doorway, and a lady coming by asked me if I needed any help. I told her I was homeless, and she was so kind, she got me a room in her building for free until I found a job, and she watched David while I worked. Then one day when I was picking him up she said to me “I think there’s something wrong with your boy’s eyes”. I hadn’t even thought of that. I thought it was his mind you see. We took him to her doctor, and he said the illness had damaged his eyes. It seemed so simple when they said he just needed glasses, and he’d be fine, and he was. I mean he started to run and jump and play again. It made such a difference to him. But you never saw such a little boy in such strong glasses. Then as he got older it got worse, they warned me that would happen.”
“Of course he got teased at school, but I always made sure he had the right answers, and knew how to run if he needed to. And when he got bigger, well I’d met Bill by then, and he taught him how to fight. Bill was so good. He has been a real father to him. He’s always been there for him. And, I don’t need to tell you, Bill has provided well for us. His business has been really successful, we’ve had everything we needed and more…David has had everything. Except someone, you see, and now…I just want you two to be happy.”
It made sense. I was proud of her, she wasn’t cosseting her only child, like it would be so easy to do, she was giving him wings.
David and his father arrived back and ended our chat abruptly, but I thought I understood what she was trying to get across to me. Her boy was so precious to her.
We carried food and drinks down to the jetty and got into the boat. It was a beautiful afternoon with a breeze and the guys took turns at the wheel. Each time it was David’s turn I stood next to him and he showed me places along the coast that he knew, and promised to take me. Finally his parents went below and gave us some space. I swear I saw Bill wink at me.
This was the return journey, and it was so incredibly romantic being beside him, as the sky got redder over the water, and we watched the sun go down together, just before we reached his home. Even then we stayed on the boat after it was tied up, and just sat talking. I saw his parents pull the drapes across up in the house, and I understood. He did too.
“Did you ever make love on a boat?” he asked, and moved closer.
“Actually, I’ve never been on a boat before.”
“Really? Then we MUST introduce you to the movement of the ocean.”
My khaki shorts had a six button fly. David started at the bottom, and as he opened each one I felt my desire for him rising inside me. By the time he reached the third button I wanted him to hurry, but he was savouring each one. Finally he opened the top button and my shorts just fell away. I had no underwear on underneath. He seemed surprised at that, but delighted. He looked up at me and the lights from the jetty reflected in his thick glasses. Without a word he reached for a blanket under the bench, laid it down on the deck, lifted me with his strong arms and lowered me face down onto it. He ran his hands up and down my back and shoulders, and I tingled all over, I wanted his hardness inside me, and he didn’t make me wait any longer. Quickly he took off his pants, entered me firmly, and a huge smile came over my face. As he thrusted he told me he loved me over and over. When it was all over, I turned over and held him very tight, and I told him,
“I love you so much it terrifies me.”
He kissed me and nuzzled my face and I could feel his glasses against my cheek. It was so fantastic that I started to cry, and he thought he’d hurt me, but I reassured him.
“Oh my God I love it when you do that” I told him “and I can’t explain why, but please, do it again.”
He laughed, and laid his head on my shoulder. I could feel the thickness of the lenses against my neck. It was so beautiful, that I totally lost myself in the sensation. We lay there for so long it started to cool off. I half got up, intending to button up my shorts, but as I looked at him I was overwhelmed again with the way his eyes looked, the sparkle of the lights in those amazing lenses, and the metal arms reaching into his blond hair. I reached down to feel if his pants were still undone and was greeted instead by a big erection, which I eagerly slid onto, and I rode him like a pony. In my passions, sweat dripped from my brow onto his glasses, and when we were done I took them from him, to clean them on my tee shirt. It was a service I hoped to perform regularly, and he seemed happy to let me.
Even at just a couple of feet away, I guess I was a blur he didn’t even attempt to focus on, but as I got slowly closer to kiss him I saw him squint for the first time as I was almost, but not quite sharp.
Then, just a couple of inches from his eyes he said, “I can see you there”. And he smiled. I think that was the moment when I realized just how very bad his eyes were, and how helpless he was. RonE’s words went through my head. He was happy with this situation, everyone worried about him, but he seemed to revel in it. I was curious about something, but now was not the time to ask. I wondered how he explained his preference for the older-style lenses to his eye doctor and family. Also, considering how the cost would be no big deal, his parents were bound to have offered to pay for him to have laser surgery at some point. How had he explained that he didn’t want it? No, now was not the time to ask. I was afraid he might misunderstand my questions, he might think I wasn’t happy with him as he was—but I was. I wasn’t like the others. And I didn’t want to give him ANY doubts.
As I finished polishing his glasses and put them back on him, I couldn’t resist asking him however,
“Do you feel vulnerable?”
He grinned, broadly, but said nothing. I wasn’t sure, but I got the feeling that meant the answer was yes, and he liked it. There was something more he wasn’t telling me. He was enjoying this.
We dressed ourselves, straightened each others hair out, and made our way back up to the house. It was quite a steep path and he went ahead, holding my hand and pulling gently so that the ascent was effortless. I really hadn’t chosen my shoes very carefully, well, I hadn’t packed for a boat trip, I had only the flimsiest flip-flops, but sneakers or boat shoes would have been better, and as I stumbled slightly on an unlevel step he felt it immediately and grasped my hand much tighter, stopping me from falling.
“Do you feel vulnerable?” he asked, and beamed.
When we got back into David's room, he picked up his mobile phone and retrieved his messages. "Oh great!" he said "Ronnie left me a message. He and Julian want to get together next weekend. Sunday is best for them. Any ideas?"
"Maybe we could take them out on the boat...like we just did."
"I love it!" David exclaimed "I'd like my parents to meet them too. I'll call him right now."
I excused myself to take a take a long hot shower "Say hello to both of them for me."
"Hi Ronnie, it's David. "I got your message. How are you?"
"David! Thanks for calling back. I'm doing really well. I'm sorry that I wasn't at The Park this morning. I was at the eye doctor and guess what?"
"I'm no longer wearing -18.5 glasses!" "Did you get Lasik?"
"No." Ronnie said laughing "I'm now wearing -20 glasses. My vision has caught up to yours. Julian loves my new glasses. They're rectangular black plastic. I also got some sunglasses for me and for Julian."
"I didn't think Julian wore glasses."
"Well...technically, he doesn't. He has glasses over contacts that he wears when we're alone."
"Glasses over contacts?" David asked "What do you mean? Is it glasses or is it contacts?"
"Julian has always loved to play with my glasses and a few months after we started dating, we were in a drugstore and he tried on the strongest pair of reading glasses. I think they were +4. He asked me for my glasses, placed them over the reading glasses, and realized that this made things less blurry, but still quite blurry. He thought that if he got contact lenses in a plus power as strong as my minus power, that he would be able to see clearly through my glasses. Well, I took my prescription for contact lenses and, easily enough, turned the minuses to pluses and ordered a pair of contacts for him."
"So," said David "I guess it worked, huh? Is that what he does now?"
"Yes, it did work but he had a tough time adjusting to the mininification and distortion. Sure, you and I are used to it, but there's a big difference between gradually becoming this nearsighted and instant myopia."
"Instant myopia. That's funny" David laughed "So, what did he do about it?"
"We played around with combinations in weaker prescriptions getting gradually stronger. He's currently up to -12."
"What's so funny?" Ronnie asked
"The last time I was -12 must have been when I was about 12."
Ronnie laughed too and said "I think I had -12s at 12 too."
"Ronnie, your glasses sound great. I can't wait to see them. About the four of us getting together...next Sunday is perfect for us. Do you want to join us on my parents' boat"
"That sounds like fun." Ronnie said "Julian loves boats. He wanted to build a miniature lake at The Park complete with paddle boats but his attorney felt that the liability would be too high. Should we make it a picnic? Julian and I love to cook. We'll pack a basket."
"Sounds great! We'll make dessert. If you don't mind, I'd like to invite my parents to join us. I'm glad that we're finally doing this. Dana will be so happy. By the way, he says hello. He's in the shower and is probably just about done so I've got to talk quickly. Do you want to have lunch with me on Monday? I need some help with a gift I'm getting Dana."
"Lunch, Monday? Sure! Is 12 noon good for you? Let's meet at the food court at the mall. It will be fun to see people's expressions as they watch the two guys in thick glasses."
David laughed and said "See you AND your thick glasses then. We'll set a time for our picnic then too."
Sunday was a fairly lazy day for David and me. We spent most if it sitting around reading the newspaper. The next day I spent time with Joan while David went into town to run errands do some shopping.
After a week at David's home there was no doubt in anyone's mind that we were an item. I adored his parents, and got the feeling it was mutual. There was a lot of whispering beteen them on Saturday, and at dinner Bill appeared to have something on his mind, and finally, he launched into a speech.
"As you all know, I have had some health problems recently, and we've decided to retire to our old stomping grounds. I've given it a lot of thought, and having seen how, David, you have grown into a man, I'd like you to consider taking over the business for me. "
There was a stunned silence. Clearly this had come as a surprise to David.
"I know you can do it David, especially now you have a good man to support you. You know, of course, that you will have this house...it's yours to do as you wish, live here or sell it and buy something else, but there's room for two…"
David exchanged a strange look with his stepfather, then smiled and got up from the table. He returned quickly with a small box, and looked at Bill, who nodded, and Bill and Joan left us alone. I was totally lost.
Then David knelt on the floor beside me, and opened the box. It was a ring.
"I know if I was to do this properly, I'd ask your Father first, but I know you aren't close to your family, so I'm taking a chance that you won't mind…Dana, will you marry me?" If you've ever stood on a very high platform and looked down, that feeling is what went through me. Although I was sitting down I felt like I was going to faint, but I held it together. The rest of the world had flown away somewhere, all there was left in the universe was my man, looking up at me, his green eyes behind his thick glasses matching the emerald on the ring. I didn't have to think about it, I just had to make my mouth work. My throat was bone dry, but I managed a whisper, the best I could muster, and told him
His face lit up, he put the ring on my finger, and kissed my hand. Chivalry, I decided, was NOT dead. I just threw my arms around his neck, and he stood up, scooping me up in his strong arms as he did so. We kissed, over and over, and smiled, and…it was magic, pure magic. We were going to be together forever.
Bill and Joan returned with champagne, and apologies for knowing about it before I did. But I didn't mind. David had had a surprise too. At the age of 21 he was the owner of a very successful business, had his own home and a fiancÈe who thought the sun shone from him. Well he deserved it. They talked business for over an hour, and I wasn't really listening, but I held his hand tight, and never flinched in my mock attention to these details.
"There's just one thing I do suggest" said Bill "Before I introduce you as my successor, get a haircut!"
"Not a chance" said David.
Later that night, I was running my fingers through David's hair. As always, I made sure to include his glasses. I asked him if he had given any thought to what his father had suggested.
"You were there while we were discussing it, of course I am going to take over his business"
"Not that, you silly boy." I said "His suggestion about getting a haircut…You're so gorgeous, that any hairstyle, even a short one. will look good on you. I can do it for you. My mom is a hairdresser. She taught how to cut hair. I used to cut Helmut and RonE's hair all the time."
"RonE's hair too?" David asked in disbelief "He has that hundred dollar haircut look. You really cut it? You're good!"
"Yes, David, I did. And I promise to do a good job on you, if you let me and unlike most hairstylists, I will let you keep your glasses on. Or, if you prefer, we could, um, play blind sex-slave salon. I will strip you naked, take your glasses away from you, have my way with you, give you a haircut, take a shower with you as I trim your pubic hair, towel you off, dress you, and return your glasses."
David's smile, alone, revealed his choice.
"We'll do it tomorrow morning while my parents are at church. I'd love to surprise my dad when he gets home"
David was very pleased with his haircut, not to mention, the haircut experience which was like no other. Joan and Bill returned from church at the exact moment that I finished buttoning David's shirt, and was about to place his glasses back on his face.
"Dad!" David called down "Do you have a minute?"
"Sure. What is it?" Bill asked
"Can you come up and show me how to make a tie knot?"
This, of course was lie to lure Bill up to see his haircut.
"I'll be right there!"
As Bill saw David's haircut, he smiled wider than I had ever seen. "Joan!" Bill shouted down "I think Dana is cheating on David with a handsome man in a smart haircut!" Joan came into the room and said "David, you look so handsome. How did you ever find a barber on a Sunday morning?"
"Actually, the barber found me." David said as he put his arm around my shoulder "Dana cut my hair. He's pretty good, huh?"
"Thanks Dana." Joan said "You’re constantly surprising us. You make Bill and me so happy. I can't even begin to think about how happy you make David."
The four of us hugged.
Bill then said "We still have two bottles of champagne in the fridge, let's all go downstairs, have a light brunch and make some desserts for our picnic. Your friends will be here in a few hours."
Ronnie and Julian arrived right on time. We greeted each other with hugs.
"I love the glasses, Ronnie!" I said "David, don't they look great?
"They sure do but I already told him that I liked them" David replied
"When?" I asked
"Monday...at the mall. I asked Ronnie to help me pick out your ring. It's really similar to Julian's. See?"
"Ronnie knew about it too?" I asked with a big smile "Everyone knew but me. Damn you're all good at keeping a secret. Thanks Ronnie, it's beautiful. It matches David's eyes."
David and I introduced them to Joan and Bill who smiled all day long. I think they were happy that David was not the only boy in thick glasses that found someone who loved him as he was. Being with Joan, Bill, Ronnie and Julian was a great way to spend my first day as an engaged man.
A few days later I was kissing David goodbye in a sharp business suit, as Bill took him for various legal formalities, and I went shopping with Joan. This was the pattern for a few weeks as she helped me prepare for a late summer wedding, and David got used to being a working man. What I had been putting off for so long had to be dealt with though, and when I had the place to myself one afternoon, I phoned home. My brother answered the phone, and simply called to my Mom. Gee, I've missed you too Kyle. Mom sounded breezy enough.
"We expected you home by now, what's going on?"
"Well, a lot has happened, very quickly really. I'm getting married!"
There was total silence on the other end, and then a scream. I think she was excited.
"When?" she asked, then quickly "Are you dating women again? She's not pregnant, is she?"
"No! I still like men. It is a bit sudden, but there's no point waiting, I love him Mom, he's my soulmate, I know this."
"You're not just jumping into this California gay marriage trend. Are you? I have been following this on CNN and on Oprah. But you're so young, what about jobs?"
"He has a great job, and we have somewhere to live, there's no problem. So we don't have any reason to wait. You will come, won't you?"
"Honey, you know we can't afford to come to California, or we would have visited you before—oh Dana, of course we WANT to come, but I don't see how we can?"
"Mom, we're paying."
Now all I could hear was crying. I knew why. My family had never had two cents to call their own, I'd got into college on a scholarship, and taken out a loan for the rest. And yes, I had blamed them. As far as I was concerned they were a bunch of losers, that may sound harsh, but that's how I saw it. They had dead-end jobs, no drive. They weren't bad people, but I wasn't exactly proud of them. That's why I'd gone to college, to be different—like my being gay wasn't different enough. But, they were my folks, so I wanted them at my wedding.
My Dad came on the phone.
"My number one son is getting married? He's a lucky guy. What does he do?" "He's running the family business"
"Well so do I!"
Not quite the same thing Dad. My Dad called himself an entrepreneur. Actually he bought and sold things, some of it not exactly legal, just like his father before him. He lost more than he made on most of his deals. He dressed like a gangster, talked as if he came from the Bronx, and paid cash for everything. He was going to stand out at a middle-class west coast wedding, but...he was my Dad. And Mom, Mom was a hairdresser…she came back on the line. She had calmed down.
"So what's he like, tall dark and handsome?"
"He's tall blond and handsome"
"Oh cute! Does he look like Brad Pitt?"
"Um, a bit, I guess. Actually Mom, he looks a bit different and I have to tell you now so that you can get over it before you get here, OK?"
"Not piercings and tattoos?"
"No!" I laughed, unsure if she was going to be relieved or not at what I was going to say, "he has really bad eyes Mom, he wears really thick glasses, like Dad would call coke bottles. It's Dad I'm worried about, I don't want him to try and be funny. It's not fair on David."
"Oh honey, don't WORRY! He can just wear contacts!"
"Um, no actually he can't. Look…You're just going to have to get over it, OK? I'm relying on you here Mom, you're going to have to get Dad and Kyle to keep their thoughts to themselves. Threaten them if you have to. I'll send you a photo so they can laugh or do whatever they want to do. Just remind them I love him."
"OK Dana, I understand. Trust me."
I didn't, but what else could I do. I'd warned them. I sent a photo of the two of us together the next morning, along with air tickets.
Three days later my Mom called me.
"Well honey, he is different, but you know what, I think he's cute."
I was stunned.
"Really? You're not just saying that to spare my feelings?"
"No, I mean it. And I showed him to the girls and boys at work. They all said the same thing, except for Fred, who went off on a tangent for five minutes. Sometimes he can be such a drama queen. But what I say is, hey if he has to wear them, he has to. He's still cute."
It meant a lot to me, for some reason. Why it mattered to me what other people thought, I have no idea. It was me who was marrying him. Not that I could wait for that.
I must admit that while my family is not as worldly and open as David's, but they sure have come a long way since they heard I was gay. I think that being a hairdresser, working along side many gay men, has opened her mind. Dad seems to finally have come to terms with it thanks to Will and Grace. He thinks that all gay people are successful like Will or funny like Jack. And Kyle...well...Kyle is still young but he has never been wierded out by my being gay but when he a kid, he was cruel to the kids that wore glasses. I worry a little that he might do or say something stupid to David. Perhaps I'm worrying for nothing. Kyle's seventeen now. Maybe he's grown up.
When David came home at night all I could think of was getting him into bed. Joan and Bill were away at that point, due to come back for the wedding, so we did as we pleased. I never tired of his body. Sometimes I watched him working out, and sometimes, when I asked him, he worked out naked. Naked, that is, except for his glasses.
I did send wedding invitations to Helmut and RonE, and a few other guys from college. To my surprise AND delight, they all said they were coming. Even RonE! All the way from India. David and I were excited that Ronnie and Julian were also coming.
We did a block booking at a nearby hotel for everyone, including my folks, and eventually the big day came. Keeping things traditional I stayed at the same hotel the night before so that David wouldn't see me on the day before the ceremony. I'm really glad I did for I got to spend some time with my parents and Kyle.
Despite the "gay marriage trend" that was taking place in California, we were lucky to find a church that was conveniently located. No worries about Saturday traffic, and as my whirlwind summer came to its end the bells of Our Lady of the Sea rang out and we two became one. At the risk of sounding conceited, we looked great in our matching black tuxedos. David surprised me by buying new glasses for the wedding—thick black plastic frames in a wide rectangular shape. They were very similar to Ronnie's but in a shinier plastic. He had tried on Ronnie's glasses on the day that he bought my ring and liked the way they looked. His glasses looked great from the front but from the side...oh my God...talk about thick...the edges were nearly an inch thick and they touched his cheek. Later, when I got to take them off his face, I read the lens width on the frame...it was 62mm
It was back to OUR home where we entertained our guests on the clifftop. It was hard to tear myself away from David, but I was expected to mingle. My parents didn't show up which hurt a little for we had made so much progress lately. I was happy that Kyle came—although he did make a remark—to me—about David's glasses being bombproof. I told him David could take him, "His eyes might be weak but his body is strong. He has a Soloflex body." Kyle shut up.
Everything went so well, the wind didn't blow too much, the food was good, no-one got too drunk, it was convivial and warm, and David and I made our rounds greeting our guests.
I was even pleased to see RonE. He congratulated me enthusiastically, and there was a real warmth in his hug.
"Well, you didn't listen to me, but you look very happy."
"I have to be honest RonE, I never understood what your problem was."
He looked at me, with that look, wiser than his years and shook his head.
"You're so innocent Dana, but surely you realize by now, he has a fetish."
Him? I thought it was me?
"I'm sorry RonE, I don't…"
"Well, maybe I'm wrong then. Ignore me."
"No, say what you're thinking."
"He wears those glasses by choice Dana, he could have had surgery, he could at least minimize the look and feel by wearing high index lenses, but he revels in his weirdness."
"That's unkind RonE"
"Ask him. You're his partner now, you should have no secrets. Ask him. If I'm wrong, I apologize. Back in India I know of men who wear powerful contact lenses of the opposite strength to allow themselves to wear glasses that strong. They have a special fetish, they get off on their own look."
"David needs those glasses to see RonE, it's not cosmetic"
"No, so he has a head start, but…don't listen to me, ask him"
And he kissed me, handed me a small gift, and went back to talk to the other college guys. It was a tiny Ganesh figure.
While I spent time with my college friends, David spent time with Ronnie and Julian who looked sharp in their matching linen suits. Linen was the perfect weight for the weather. Perfect also were their prescription sunglasses. Ronnie's were Ray Ban aviator frames holding -20 yellow lenses. Julian wore his glasses over contacts combination. His -12 deep red lenses were held in a gold oval frame. Our photographer took a beautiful portrait of them. Their glasses looked like Topazes and Rubies.
David also talked and laughed with Kyle. They seemed to be enjoying each other's company as David taught Kyle how to use chopsticks and eat sushi. They must have also talked about working out because at one point, they were feeling each other's flexed muscles. David later told me that Kyle asked him a lot of questions about fitness and about applying to colleges. Not a word about glasses though. That was a sigh of relief.
Eventually it was time to make our dramatic departure. Before we did, Kyle asked David if he could talk to him. I thought, Oh my God, he's been so good...I hope he doesn't say something stupid to David about his glasses.
Kyle put his arm around David, looked him in the eye and said "Thank you for making Dana so happy. I'm sorry that our folks didn't come to the reception. They've missed out on getting to know you."
Kyle hugged David tightly and kissed him on the cheek. His nose touched David's glasses—moving them slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your glasses" David adjusted his glasses, smiled, kissed Kyle on the cheek and said "Don't worry about it—your brother does it all the time. Dana makes me so happy too. Thanks for coming out for the wedding. It really means a lot to us."
Kyle then hugged and kissed me goodbye and told me "Sorry about what I said earlier. I really like David. You're both very lucky"
As Kyle hugged me, I realized that my little brother had grown up. It was the first time I had seen him cry since he was a baby.
We changed into travelling clothes, and got into the car to head for the airport. I had no idea where we were going, it was a surprise—all I knew was that I needed my passport. Two hours later I was on a flight to Greece, and falling asleep on the shoulder of my new partner. Greece...how ironic?
The morning I awoke in our hotel room in Mykonos, I looked at David and felt like I was the luckiest man alive. Outside was a breathtaking view too, but that could wait. I sat and watched him sleep until perhaps my watching him stirred him. Eventually he awoke, a few moments elapsed as he remembered where he was, and then, realizing I was there, he pulled me toward him so he could see me. I loved it when he did that. He pushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me.
"Hello Mr Wilson-Andersen" "Good morning Mr. Andersen-Wilson" I said with a smile
He pulled the thin cover back, and flipped it over me. I reached down and found his early morning greeting ready for me, so turned over on my stomach. He straddled me and pushed himself hard into me. He took long slow strokes, pulling hard on his pelvic muscles to give me the most pleasure possible, yet make it last as long as he could. Then he lay on top of me while he was still inside me, because he never wanted to withdraw. But nothing lasts forever, and of course eventually we pulled apart and just took in the breeze from the window and the sound of each other breathing. Now seemed like a good time to ask him a few questions. I had demonstrated my undying love for him, promised it too, and I had a right to know my love's innermost desires.
I reached for his glasses and put them on him. He smiled.
"David, this is going to sound funny, but you'd better not hold back. I'm crazy about your glasses, but then…I don't have to wear them. I'm just enjoying them from the convenience of here. I want to know why you enjoy wearing them so much, when most people wouldn't."
"Ah, well, yes, that is hard to answer. I didn't always."
"I thought not"
"Well, I didn't mind them, I was never one of those kids who hated wearing glasses. I never had to suffer too many taunts really, compared to some. But I think, when I was very young, if you'd asked me if I like wearing them, I'd have said no."
"So when did you change your mind?"
"Well it was a boy actually, when I was 16. I used to like girls, you know, you turn 13, puberty strikes and suddenly the opposite sex doesn't seem so revolting. And I'd discovered that this thing between my legs had a mind of its own…well, it was easily aroused by girls anyway, but whenever I would try to kiss a girl, they would try to pull off my glasses.
None of the girls would let me kiss them and believe me I tried...for over three years. Like I started saying—I was 16 and I was kissing this boy on the couch and he liked my glasses. He never actually said it, but I knew by the way he gently touched them as he touched my face or ran his fingers through my hair. After he left I went into the bathroom to jerk off. I was so turned on by the fact that he liked me as I am and that he never tried to take my glasses off like the girls always did. I've never forgotten that. I've forgotten his face, his name, but I remember the association."
I laughed, remembering our first date and the movie theatre.
"Oh I understand"
"Oh yes, well, in a way, but it is a bit different, I mean, I get turned on, HOPELESSLY turned on by your glasses, but are you saying you get turned on by them yourself"
"Not QUITE, I think what turns me on is other people's reaction, obviously in my teens it was quite an obsession, oh you know what we're like, we're the weaker sex. And then when I met you and you went overboard…well, you did!"
"But you don't make that public do you, I mean, you don't tell your parents"
"So how do you explain to them, and to your doctor, that you don't want high index lenses"
"Yes, that WAS a problem. I did get some once actually, and when I got them I wore them for like two days, then told my parents I hated them—they felt too light, not right, and eventually I got what I wanted. Eventually they stopped asking. They also suggested I get surgery but I just kept turning it down. People ask why a lot you know but they give up eventually. And as I've got older I've got more creative. I don't care what people think. They can't read my mind so they can only guess anyway. I don't care what anyone thinks except you. If you ever change your mind, and decide the way I look is too weird for you Dana, I will do something about it."
Wow. I couldn't believe he said that. I understood how important it was to him, and yet, he'd do that, for me?
"It's never going to happen David, I think I'm addicted to your glasses, I think they're connected by some invisible cord directly to me—and you know where!"
And he gave me THAT look. That look through his sparkling lenses that made me… moist. And he rolled me over and pulled my legs apart. I just welcomed him in. Lucky me, I just married a man with thick glasses and a huge dick too. He knew how to use both to please me, he knew exactly how to move his head around mine so that his glasses caressed my face. He knew how to move on top of me to thrill me beyond words. He knew when to hold back, and when to thrust harder. And he knew how to hold me afterwards, entwined so I could look into his eyes. He knew how to love me. We lay there silently a long time. Then he remembered
"Addicted huh?" he asked.
"Yes addicted, and it couldn't get any worse…er, better"
"I think it could" he said smiling "When we get home it's time for my next check-up, and I KNOW I'll need stronger lenses"
I beamed in delight and sat up.
"Please no more" he pleaded, laughing.
"You brought this on yourself" I said, as I went down on him.
[To be continued]
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