Just to remind you - David was 19 and he lived with his younger sister, a smothering mother and a rather authoritarian sire in the apartment upstairs. He was about 5'8 ”, slightly built and his eyes, as I recall, were greyish-blue. He was a studious case, brilliant and articulate and he always had neat, gelled hair - except on the occasion when his married person dumped him, drunk, on my doorstep that night ! But that's the before story. This is a few calendar month later.

In the meantime, David and I had become friends. After I gave him refuge on the night of his Birthday, he eventually wheedled out of me what had happened and that seemed to yield him the courage to bug out confiding in me. First, if he passed through the car park when I was cleaning the car, he would hang around, just making conversation. Then he began dropping-in on me in the apartment whenever he could - often late in the evening on his way home from a night out. It was all quite Platonic and ‘ proper'and I gave him coffee and we talked about all variety of stuff. I effectively became a sort of unofficial counsel for him.

One of the good things that seemed to bear come from these schmooze was his increasing confidence and independence from his overbearing parents. After his birthday, when he was out all night for the first gear clip in his life ( his parents never knew that he spent the Night zonked-out out on my bed, thank goodness ! ) they questioned him less and less about his comings and goings and seemed to pay him more freedom to be the Young man that he was. And a gorgeous Lester Willis Young man he was too ! Every prison term he came around, I couldn't stop from remembering my having to pull his trouser off his inebriate and sleeping organic structure ; and his lovely tight black underpants ( with the egg white clipping and piping ! ) - and all the balance. But I digress……..

I suppose he must have known that I had grown quite fond of him but I couldn't quite figure-out why he liked spending so lots prison term with me until I got him onto the subject of sex one dark. My distrust proved right. He knew that I was gay right from the start ; so did his parents, because I had been fairly open about my erstwhile collaborator, now long gone, but it was only now that Jacques Louis David admitted that he was gay too. Actually, the words he used were,"I think I might be gay."Yeah, well ! The hassle was he wasn't sure because, although he had never had any interest in little girl, his simply ‘ relationship'was with this other lad, Gavin, who sounded to me moderately messed-up and who was driving St. David up the wall !

David was besotted with Gavin though. Gavin was ‘ Mr Wonderful ’, in every respect. He had been his unspoiled friend at school and they had spent a lot of prison term together, in socio-economic class, at each other's household, in each former's room's, etc. They had"messed around ”, as Saint David so coyly put it, but had not"done anything serious ”. The ground for that was not because of any reluctance on David's role but because Gavin wasn't sure. According to David, Gavin wasn't sure about himself ; he wasn't sure what he was and he wasn't sure what he wanted ; in fact, although I had never met Gavin, from what St. David told me about him, there didn't seem to me to be a unharmed lot Gavin was for sure about ! He wasn't doing David any skilful, that's for sure, but like a estimable counsellor, I didn't say this to David. But I did encourage Saint David to keep on questioning what he was doing and whether it was getting him anywhere.

Eventually, David resolved to have it out ( so to address ) with Gavin, once and for all, and to tell him that he had to make up his creative thinker if he wanted to carry on his relationship with Saint David. If so, it was going to hold to imply"doing sex properly ”, as Jacques Louis David so quaintly put it. David rang me on his mobile earlier in the evening to say he was going over to see Gavin ( again ) and that he expected tonight to be the dénouement and"can I arrive round later to tell you how it went ? ”.
"Of course of action,"I said.
By 11.30, I figured they were probably"doing sex properly ”, to use Saint David's words, so I went to bed. The buzzer rang about 11.45 and I threw on my dressing-gown and answered the door to incur David standing there, looking forlorn and with blood-shot eyes. I suspected he'd been crying.
At this point, I should mention that we had not been particularly tactile in our friendly relationship up to now. Once the G-word had been discussed, David had taken to hugging me affectionately when I answered my front door to him but that was as far as it had gone. So I was a piddling taken by surprise when, as soon as the door was closed, he threw his arms around me and abound into tears !

"I've lost him !"he sobbed into my dressing-gown,"He's gone for goodness now ! What am I going to do ?"

Now, I don't wear pyjamas to bed and I'm ashamed to say that I already had a hard-on under my dressing-gown and I was do-or-die that he shouldn't find out, so I managed to rend him away from me and I steered him into the chamber, as the rest period of the flat was in duskiness and the heating was off. I sat him on the bed, gave him a box of tissue paper and let him calm down enough to pop telling me what had happened. well yes, I knew what had happened but that's what you do, don't you, at times like this !

After he calmed down a bit and the crying began to dry up, I made coffee and we sat on the bed for nearly an hour, with pitiable Saint David recounting ( for the umteenth prison term ) every detail his life-story with Gavin, interrupted with turn of tears and sobbing and more than tissue paper, until, when he had just about exhausted his supplying of tears, he said,

"Can I stay on with you tonight ? I can't go home now and endangerment waking Mum & Dad. If they see me like this, what would I say ?"

What could I say ? After all that had passed between us and after what happened that dark on his Birthday, I couldn't turn him out now. I suppose, what I should possess done is let him sleep on the couch but I somehow knew that he needed the strong-arm comfort of a booster beside him tonight, not just a stale couch to doss-down on for the nighttime. So I slipped discreetly back under the covers of the bed and just said,"OK ”, patting the top of the eiderdown beside me.

I pretended not to look as he shyly turned his back to me, taking his shirt and trousers off and laying them over the electric chair. But even from the book binding, the horizon of his slim, young soundbox and his blemish-free tegument sent tingle of fervour through me. I saw his adorable pert bum, tonight clad in a rather jazzy duo of pinko and chicken Jockey shorts, which he left on. As he climbed into bed on the other slope, I found myself saying,

"Do you want to cuddle a piece ?"and I raised my arm as he quickly rolled across and snuggled up beside me, putting one arm around my middle and resting his principal on my chest. His underpant-clad bulwark was pressed against my thigh and I had an erecting again !

Slightly embarrassed that he might discover my erection, I rolled onto my incline, facing away from him but still holding him to me. His arm was still clutched around my center but his brass was now buried in the back of my neck and his protuberance ( which I was rather cognisant of by this time ) was pressing against the brass of my backside.

This look amercement for a while and I thought he was settling-down to snooze. But then I felt his arm move and his hand start to stroke my dresser, softly and gently at first, exploring and discovering my nipple. I didn't want his hired hand ‘ vagabondage'any further, so I took hold of it with my own and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Unfortunately, I think he must have taken that as a signal to go further because his hand now pulled away and began ‘ wandering'down across my stomach. As he did so, I felt his hand skirmish against my erect organ, unconstrained beneath the duvet. Needless to say, my heart was racing, surely loud enough for him to see it ! His hand came to rest on my erect and spiritualist penis and he closed his fingerbreadth around it softly. I tried not to twitch but, you know how it is, you can't helper it ; an involuntary cramp occurred in my mole that manifested itself in a twitch in my penis - followed by that familiar feeling of a drib of pre-cum ooze from my tool.

Part of me wanted to stop him now, before it went any farther, but I'm sorry to say that I was so excited by this gorgeous youthful man pressed tightly up against me and with his hired man around my organ that I just lay there, allowing him to make the future movement. Which he did.

He then began slowly masturbating me, using my own pre-cum as a lube. I'm uncut, and he was gently pulling my foreskin up and down over the dampish straits of my erect pipe organ and this just encouraged more pre-cum to flow. His fingers seemed to be almost lovingly massaging the now conceited and moist drumhead of my tool. I was so highly aroused by all this - and him especially - that I knew I wasn't going to be able to withstand it. It was just too arouse. Plus, I hadn't had sex or masturbated in the last three days !

Before I knew it, I felt that intimate aching feeling in my globe ; his continued motions up and down with my foreskin and around and around with my penis-head, so firmly and yet so gently, soon elicited the inevitable issue - and I came. As I climaxed, I gasped in rest period as my jism erupted though my tool and onto the bed-sheets. He soon realised what was happening under the bed-clothes and the motions of his deal became more sweeping ; his finger's breadth clasped and enveloped the principal of my penis, as I shot 3 or 4 more loads of my sperm cell into his bore hand and fingers. I was in suffering and ecstasy at the like time, as my spasms continued until they subsided in his hand. It was then that he kissed me - on the back of the cervix - as we lay there. I was just breathing heavily, catching my breathing spell, as I hugged him closer to me, as an unvoiced acknowledgement of affection for what he had just done. I thought that would be it.

Quietly, he murmured my name and then said,

"volition you let me do it to you ?"He said the words with a kind of flabby pleading in his part and I could find his own erecting bulging in his underpants, pressed hard against my buttocks.
"Don't you want to keep that for someone special ?"was all I could cogitate to say.

He said,"But you are individual special,"and I breathed-in a deep breathing spell of resignation, as I turned on the light and rolled over to front him in the grimace. His adorable bluish-gray eyes were still sad and blood-shot from all his crying earlier but his face just looked like a poor minuscule puppy that wanted to be loved. I couldn't assist it. I put my script out, pulled his expression to me and kissed him warmly on the lip. Such wax, voiced, luscious and delicious lips.

I thought that, possibly, I might suffer shocked him ; but no. He simply copied my move and put his hand behind my head, as we both melted into each other in such a loving kiss that, to me, tasted like honeyed dear ! My mind raced as I thought of all the unwritten rules I had just broken and I realised what thin ice I was on. I wouldn't be capable to forgive myself if he ended-up being hurt even more by what I had just done but somehow I must make known that he was old enough and sensitive enough and that it was all going to be alright.

As he took his underpants off, I reached over to the cabinet and got a condom from the drawer. I gave it to him and said,

"I suppose you know what to do with this ?"

He looked at me with a sort of sheepish grin that spoke of naughtiness and guilt. He took it from me and began opening it, as I rolled onto my front with a pillow under me. I reached out and passed him the lube, as I felt him rise over, astride and behind me.
I guess it was because it was his number one time doing this that he was a bit frenetic at offset and I had to cool it him down.

"Take it slowly - gently. I'm not going anywhere !"I assured him, as he nervously prodded around for his entry. I reached behind myself with one mitt and took grasp of his rock-hard erection, now clad in its back, all slippery with lube, and I guided it to its destination. He pushed into me - a bit too intemperate and a bit too far really - and I gasped in pain as his instrument crashed my outer and inner sphincter muscle almost simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he said,"Did I do it wrong ?"

I reassured him,"No. No, it's alright ; just hold there a spell and let me relax."Good as gold, he waited for me to betoken that he could expect on.

Once he began thrusting in and out of me, it didn't take him long. His apparent movement quickly became urgent, as I felt his solidness manhood pushing up, deeply into my interior. I had cum already less than half-an-hour ago and yet the inflammation of feeling him slapping his breakwater against my buttocks, his arms astride my body and his Hammond organ inside me was getting me kindle again. He didn't realise it but his hard tool was also rubbing back and forth across my prostate and it was driving me towards another orgasm.

Within just a minute or two, his thrusting became more desperate and emphatic. He started moaning and whimpering, as he made lunge after straight thrust, hard into me. All the pent-up emotions and frustrations of his net year now came surging out of him and into me. I felt his organ throbbing and pulsing interior of me, as he shouted out his relief and then collapsed against my back with his arms clasped tightly around my thorax, his face buried in the nape of my neck. He was crying again, sobbing his heart out, and I realised at that moment that at the tallness of his climax, he had been imagining that he was at last fulfilling his wish to cook passion to his honey Gavin.

He had slipped out of me by this time and I let him sob against my neck for a moment or two, his bust and carry running down the incline of my neck and cheek. Then I moved around and turned over. With the deftness of experience, I quickly disposed of the condom from his now softening tool and as I lay back down, he fell onto me, hugging me and murmuring,

"I'm sorry ; I'm so sorry,"as I gently stroked his hair and comforted him. He knew that I knew - and that I understood. We both drifted-off to sleep in each other's arms.

I need not have worried about him. It was me that probably got hurt because we never made dearest again, although we became even firmer, deeper booster than before. He still called around for late Nox chats but we never talked about that Night and soon our conversations would include narration of his late subjugation and then his new"boyfriend ”, who he of course of action brought around to me to sanction ! It's sad really, isn't it - but in a courteous kind of way !