My perverted life really started the day I moved into my own home. In the past I had met up with guys and done some things but none of it was what I would refer to these days as hard core. Yet probably when I was younger I would have seen it very much as hard core. As I have said before the first sexual experience was probably one I would prefer to forget... I was desperate to have "fun" and have anal sex. I was at university still and had been talking to a guy from the Internet and arranged to meet him. He lived in Barnsley so the plan was to go home from univisity for my nans birthday (which we were having at my uncles house) but en route call in a see this guy. It was the first time I had met this guy but he was the first guy I had met who was into gloves, rubber etc. So I was very intrugued (at this point I must have been about 23). He showed me some of the things he had... even though he was an unnatractive guy my cock was rock hard. After a short discussion I had worked out he was a oppertunistic litigator who pretty much tried to sue everyone under the sun! While I did not agree with his occupation, and whilst I thought he was as ugly as sin my cock was ruling my brain. He put on his shoulder length rubber gloves and started rubbing my body.... slowly working his hand down to my pants.... at this point sensory overload took over... I dropped my pants and bent over his sofa.... the rest as they say is history. I went to my nans birthday feeling very disturbed at myself and pretty upset. But I had wanted it to happen so there was no one to blame but myself. I put on a brave face and escaped at the first oppertunity, heading back to univerisity to go an cry to myself. Later that year I pretty much had what can only be discribed as a complete mental break down... I suspect everything that was going on at that point in my life including this contributed to that. You know you have hit rock bottom when the only thought going through your head is how do you end things.... this feeling did a re-prise only a few years ago.... when living on my own in the south... thankfully I have some good friends who have the ability to drag me out of this - although I have a new found sympathy for people with mental issues... the brain is a very powerful piece of hardware that has the ability to create powerful emotions both good and bad. Once I was in my new house I was able to be much more open. I could now invite people over to my home for fun, and actually I did this much more when I lived up north than when I moved down south... in fact when I moved into London the amount of people that came to my house changed to zero... I can honestly say in the past 18 months only 1 person has made a house call... maybe this is a factor of age? I can only guess! The first guy to come visit my house in Barnsley was a guy I had been talking to for longer than I can actually remember.. in fact I think he was the first ever guy I talked to on recon (the perversion system utilised by gay guys into kink and rubber!). Darrel Hearne came to visit me for an entire weekend.... I remember picking him up from Doncaster train station and the first thing that went through my head looking at this drab dressed "chav" who was head to toe in addidas gear was... shit how many hours till I have to drop him back at the train station. Luckily when he got into the car we managed to break through the silence and had a good chat on the way to my apartment. We arrived and settled down on the sofa... my new leather one that had been delivered only days earlier. We chilled out and little bit, watched some of my favourite DVD (league of gentlemen, filmed just up the road with a huge amount of black humour!). It was pretty good! I was actually darn happy that day. We went into the bedroom and had a bit of a play - I still have the pictures from that day! Darrel wearing hi viz gear strapped to my bed. I have stuck a gas mask on him and force fed him poppers... He deffinately was enjoying himself squirming in the hi viz gear while gas masked poppered up and I was playing with his cock. It didnt take long till his cock exploded, and when I say exploded, I have never seen a guy shoot as far in my life. It shot past his head and a line of cum was all over the newly painted wall of my bedroom... Darrell was screaming as I continued to play with his cock. I then realised I had probably over fed him poppers, being new to the poppers thing I had just given him as much as I thought was necessary - which maybe was too much. It took a while for him to calm down... and me another 6 months to re-paint the walls so that the marks from the cum staines could not be seen! We had arranged to meet Kevin from Newcastle later that evening as again we had both talked to Kevin but not yet got around to meeting him. Kevin came over in his 4x4 land rover thingy and parked in the visitors car park. We quickly dashed out for something to eat and to break the ice with Kevin. He was an absolutely sound guy (and still is one of the people I would happily trust - someone who I could certainly rely on as a true friend!). It was ace, we tied Darrel up... then they both ganged up on me and I ended up tied up on the floor of my own house, being used as a foot stool by Kev. Next me and Darrel decided we would get our own back on Kev and pretty much tried to overpower him, now I suspect he must have let us do this as he's a bit stronger than both of us. we managed to get him tied up on the floor and abused him a little bit. It was fun! Kev had brought a few toys over to play with - well ok a huge box full. One of his items in the box was a straight jacket, so after the abuse I had orchastrated against Kev I ended up getting dragged kicking and screaming into the bedroom... ok maybe I was a little bit more complicit as after all I knew I would enjoy it. I was stuck in the straight jacket, tied tight with just my cock out at the bottom. Kev then got annoyed that I was constantly taunting him... I have a vile mouth when I try hard :P Next thing I know I have gas mask on, and they leave me... I was still super rock hard. The bondage part of my life was now certainly in full swing. A part of me was a little jealous as I wanted to know what Darrel and Kev were upto in the living room, I can be a bit selfish at times :) Kev then came to see if I was ok... and decided that he should relieve this giant hard on I had. So he stuck on thick rubber gloves and gently started playing with my cock while rubbing my body with the other rubber clad hand. My cock had precum all over and I was deffinately enjoying myself, and trying desperately not to blow my load. It was so hard, I had never been in this position before, with a very hot guy with rubber gloves on stroking my cock. The turning point came when he started to go for it, restricting my breath through the gas mask and thoroughly wanking my cock hard. I couldnt take it anymore my load shot all over the place, I had not had a wank for a few days and was saving it for Darrel but Kev was just as good. My god the experience was awesome, I loves it, as I was cumming he continued to stroke my cock, I was screaming into the gas mask and Kev was giggling finding it very horny that I was squirming. After the mess he again left me to calm down and went back to watch TV. God that was an awesome event I will never forget! We had a few hours sleep together - three in a bed.. Kev had to leave at like 2am though as he was going to pick his mum up from an airport. So we got up and helped him pack everything after we had our nap, and proceeded downstairs. Two huge clear plastic containers filled with gear, from dildos to butt plugs and everything else kinky you can think of, I was very jealous! On the staircase to the car is unfortunately where we met my new neighbours who live below me. A lovely couple who I actually got to know pretty well and are still freinds. My neighbours were drunk and very friendly, I was evidently bright red as I was carrying a plastic container filled with kink gear that could be seen inside... luckily I later found out that my neighbours can only vaguely rememeber the event as they were so drunk that night. It wasnt long before they realised I was a very naughty boy! The weekend came to an end on Monday afternoon when Darrel had to head back home to Basingstoke, I was very sad to see him go as had so much fun with him. It was then I realised that acutally this is what I wanted. This was me, being with friends who I could relate to and be with a guy who I could have a great amount of fun with while still being able to talk about techy stuff. I had in essence falled in love with Darrel, as I wanted to look after him and play with him, do stuff together. Unfortunately as you have already read, this did not work out the way I wanted. And all I can do is appologies for this. Sometimes things dont quit work out the way you want to and this is just a fact of life... and the fact that I am pretty much an arrogant twat at times - there are a few people who would agree with me on this one! A new chapter had opened in my life, I had a place to play, people to play with and an income that could support this new kink lifestyle.