No Man Is An Island - Sex Stories

No Man Is An Island

No man is an island I was reading a newspaper on the train, and in the problem/ relationship advice page was a note from a very lonely man, who said basically he could not meet girls, and people took the piss out of him for the way he looked , and for his interest in model trains. He concluded by saying he was autistic. I thought "What BASTARD-BITCHES!!!" I also thought I had better get in touch with him to see if I could help. So I did. I have contacts in publishing and they were able to chase this guy down. I rang him one evening on his landline. He took a while to pick up and sounded very out of breath. I don't know if it was entirely the run up from his basement or the shock of receiving a phone call. "H..Hello?" I used my most calm and soothing voice. "Hello, Eric? My name is Lyn, and I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to talk to you about your letter to the paper about finding a partner" "How on EARTH did you get this number?" he asked, pointedly "Let's just say I have my ways. The important thing though, is I wanted to help ,if I can" "What? You wanted to be my girlfriend? Why?" "Not exactly but.... I thought ... if we met, then perhaps we could find a way for you to meet someone, perhaps boost your... confidence. The other rather amazing coincidence is that I actually like model trains!" "You DON'T!!" "I do, honestly. My real dad had a big layout, I grew up with it. I even kept some, I have them at home" He didn't believe me at first , but then he asked me a ...

... "technical" question, which I answered easily, from memory, as what I was telling him was, indeed absolutely true. Having then gained a little bit of his trust, perhaps, I asked to meet him. He haltingly asked me why. "So we can meet , face to face, and I will see if I can help, and I'm happy to have sex with you. I am assuming you haven't and you would like to?? " I replied "Good god, Lyn, I'd be p p PETRIFIED " he admitted "Not with ME you won't be" I reassured him "I'm VERY experienced, and we will just take it slow" "Lyn - that's what I'm worried about!" he laughed A sense of humour - result ! As it turned out, he had a superb one. I ended by asking him if he masturbated. He absolutely refused to answer me, so I told him if he did, then not to, for three days prior to my visit, and if he didn't do it , then carry on .. not doing it until I got there. Leave that cock alone, let ME deal with it. Realising he would probably be most comfortable in his own familiar surroundings, I arranged to visit him at home, when he had the house to himself. I just told him to get eveything squeaky clean. "YES, MA'AM!" he laughed I am positive he thought it was all a hoax until I rang his doorbell. He was twenty, I was 46 then, but he still seemed impressed by me. He was actually a nice looking lad, but (I am sure when he reads this he would not be offended) but a touch geeky, with horn rimmed glasses and rather untidy auburn hair. His dress sense wasn't great, but all in all it all pointed more ...