Just to remind you - David was 19 and he lived with his younger Sister, a smothering mother and a rather authoritarian father in the apartment upstairs. He was about 5'8 ”, slightly built and his heart, as I recall, were greyish-blue. He was a studious case, bright and articulate and he always had neat, gelled hair - except on the juncture when his mate dumped him, drunk, on my doorstep that nighttime ! But that's the earlier news report. This is a few calendar month later.

In the meantime, Jacques Louis 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 give him the courage to get going 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 habitation from a nighttime out. It was all quite platonic and ‘ proper'and I gave him coffee tree and we talked about all sorts of clobber. I effectively became a form of unofficial counsellor for him.

One of the good things that seemed to receive come from these Old World chat was his increasing confidence and Independence from his overbearing parents. After his natal day, when he was out all night for the offset time in his spirit ( 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 feed him more freedom to be the unseasoned man that he was. And a gorgeous youthful man he was too ! Every time he came around, I couldn't plosive consonant from remembering my having to pull his trousers off his inebriate and sleeping dead body ; and his adorable tight bootleg underpants ( with the white trim and pipage ! ) - and all the rest. But I digress……..

I suppose he must sustain known that I had grown quite fond of him but I couldn't quite figure-out why he liked outlay so practically time with me until I got him onto the subject of sex one night. My distrust proved right. He knew that I was gay right wing from the outset ; so did his parents, because I had been fairly open about my erstwhile partner, now long gone, but it was only now that David admitted that he was gay too. Actually, the words he used were,"I think I might be gay."Yeah, well ! The trouble was he wasn't sure because, although he had never had any interest in girls, his only ‘ family relationship'was with this former lad, Gavin, who sounded to me pretty messed-up and who was driving David up the rampart !

St. David was besotted with Gavin though. Gavin was ‘ Mr Wonderful ’, in every respect. He had been his best admirer at school and they had spent a lot of fourth dimension together, in division, at each other's homes, in each other's way's, etc. They had"messed around ”, as Jacques Louis David so coyly put it, but had not"done anything serious ”. The cause for that was not because of any hesitancy on David's part but because Gavin wasn't sure. According to David, Gavin wasn't for 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 David told me about him, there didn't seem to me to be a whole lot Gavin was indisputable about ! He wasn't doing David any good, that's for sure, but like a good pleader, I didn't say this to David. But I did advance David to keep questioning what he was doing and whether it was getting him anywhere.

Eventually, David resolved to take it out ( so to speak ) with Gavin, once and for all, and to tell him that he had to make up his intellect if he wanted to continue his kinship with Jacques Louis David. If so, it was going to stimulate to take"doing sex properly ”, as 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 come beat later to differentiate you how it went ? ”.
"Of row,"I said.
By 11.30, I figured they were probably"doing sex properly ”, to use David's words, so I went to bed. The doorbell rang about 11.45 and I threw on my dressing-gown and answered the door to find out David standing there, looking forlorn and with blood-shot optic. I suspected he'd been crying.
At this stop, 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 breast door to him but that was as far as it had gone. So I was a slight taken by surprise when, as soon as the door was closed, he threw his arms around me and split into snag !

"I've lost him !"he sobbed into my dressing-gown,"He's gone for proficient 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 erection under my dressing-gown and I was heroic that he shouldn't find out, so I managed to pull him away from me and I steered him into the bedroom, as the rest of the flat was in swarthiness and the heat was off. I sat him on the bed, gave him a box of tissue paper and let him becalm down enough to start telling me what had happened. fountainhead 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 tear began to dry up, I made coffee and we sat on the bed for nearly an time of day, with poor David telling ( for the umptieth sentence ) every detail his life-story with Gavin, interrupted with bouts of tears and sobbing and to a greater extent tissues, until, when he had just about exhausted his supply of tears, he said,

"Can I stay with you tonight ? I can't go abode now and risk of infection 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 Nox on his natal day, 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 physical comforter of a champion beside him tonight, not just a cold couch to doss-down on for the night. So I slipped discreetly back under the cover version of the bed and just said,"OK ”, patting the top of the duvet beside me.

I pretended not to see as he shyly turned his rachis to me, taking his shirt and trouser off and laying them over the chair. But even from the book binding, the panorama of his slim, young body and his blemish-free skin sent shudder of excitement through me. I saw his lovely saucy bum, tonight clad in a rather jazzy pair of garden pink and yellow legal brief, which he left on. As he climbed into bed on the other incline, I found myself saying,

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

Slightly embarrassed that he might discover my erection, I rolled onto my side, facing away from him but still holding him to me. His arm was still clutched around my centre but his face was now buried in the dorsum of my cervix and his jut ( which I was rather aware of by this time ) was pressing against the face of my backside.

This seemed amercement for a while and I thought he was settling-down to drowse. But then I felt his arm movement and his hand start to stroke my chest, softly and gently at first gear, exploring and discovering my nipple. I didn't want his deal ‘ wandering'any further, so I took hold of it with my own and gave it an affectionate clinch. 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 breadbasket. As he did so, I felt his hand brush against my put up organ, unconstrained beneath the eiderdown. phonograph needle to say, my gist was racing, surely gaudy enough for him to listen it ! His handwriting came to rest on my erect and sensitive penis and he closed his fingerbreadth around it softly. I tried not to nip but, you know how it is, you can't assist it ; an unvoluntary spasm occurred in my groin that manifested itself in a twitch in my penis - followed by that companion tone of a drop of pre-cum ooze from my tool.

Part of me wanted to discontinue him now, before it went any further, but I'm sorry to say that I was so excited by this gorgeous young man pressed tightly up against me and with his hired hand around my organ that I just lay there, allowing him to hold the adjacent move. Which he did.

He then began slowly masturbating me, using my own pre-cum as a lubricator. I'm uncut, and he was gently pulling my foreskin up and down over the moist head of my rear organ and this just encouraged more pre-cum to flow. His finger's breadth seemed to be almost lovingly massaging the now egotistic and dampish head of my tool. I was so highly aroused by all this - and him especially - that I knew I wasn't going to be able-bodied to hold it. It was just too exciting. Plus, I hadn't had sex or masturbated in the hold up three sidereal day !

Before I knew it, I felt that familiar aching flavour in my clump ; his continued motions up and down with my prepuce and around and around with my penis-head, so firmly and yet so gently, soon elicited the inevitable result - and I came. As I climaxed, I gasped in relief 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 hired man became more sweeping ; his finger's breadth clasped and enveloped the head of my phallus, as I shot 3 or 4 more onus of my sperm into his eager hand and fingers. I was in agony and cristal at the same prison term, as my spasms continued until they subsided in his bridge player. It was then that he kissed me - on the backbone of the neck - as we lay there. I was just breathing heavily, catching my breath, as I hugged him secretive to me, as an unspoken acknowledgement of warmheartedness for what he had just done. I thought that would be it.

Quietly, he murmured my name and then said,

"will you let me do it to you ?"He said the Word of God with a sort of soft pleading in his voice and I could feel his own erection bulging in his underpants, pressed hard against my buttocks.
"Don't you want to keep that for individual special ?"was all I could believe to say.

He said,"But you are someone special,"and I breathed-in a deep breath of resignation, as I turned on the light and rolled over to look him in the font. His lovely blue-grey optic were still sad and blood-shot from all his crying earlier but his cheek just looked like a poor little pup that wanted to be loved. I couldn't help it. I put my hand out, pulled his case to me and kissed him warmly on the back talk. Such full, soft, delectable and toothsome lips.

I thought that, possibly, I might cause shocked him ; but no. He simply copied my move and put his hired man behind my head, as we both melted into each early in such a loving osculation that, to me, tasted like sweet honey ! My head raced as I thought of all the oral 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 give birth known that he was old enough and reasonable 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 safe from the draftsman. 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 smiling that rundle 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 climb over, astride and behind me.
I guess it was because it was his first clip doing this that he was a bit phrenetic at first and I had to chill out him down.

"lead it slowly - gently. I'm not going anywhere !"I assured him, as he nervously prodded around for his first appearance. I reached behind myself with one handwriting and took hold of his rock-hard erection, now clad in its screen, all slippery with lube, and I guided it to its destination. He pushed into me - a bit too severe and a bit too far really - and I gasped in pain in the neck as his dick crashed my outer and inner sphincters 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 while and let me relax."commodity as gold, he waited for me to signal that he could carry on.

Once he began thrusting in and out of me, it didn't take him long. His motion quickly became urgent, as I felt his whole humanity pushing up, deeply into my interior. I had cum already less than half-an-hour ago and yet the excitement of feeling him slapping his jetty against my buttocks, his arms astride my trunk and his organ inside me was getting me aroused again. He didn't realise it but his arduous pecker was also rubbing back and forth across my prostate and it was driving me towards another orgasm.

Within just a instant or two, his thrusting became more heroic and forceful. He started moaning and whimpering, as he made lurch after passado, hard into me. All the repressed emotions and thwarting of his last year now came surging out of him and into me. I felt his reed organ throbbing and pulsing inside of me, as he shouted out his relievo and then collapsed against my binding with his blazon clasped tightly around my dresser, his nerve buried in the nape of my neck. He was crying again, sobbing his ticker out, and I realised at that moment that at the height of his climax, he had been imagining that he was at endure fulfilling his wish to name love to his love Gavin.

He had slipped out of me by this metre and I let him sob against my neck opening for a moment or two, his tears and dribble running down the English of my cervix and brass. 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 dismal,"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 early's arms.

I need not induce worried about him. It was me that probably got hurt because we never made love again, although we became even unshakable, deeper friends than before. He still called around for belatedly nighttime chats but we never talked about that night and soon our conversations would include tales of his in vogue conquests and then his new"beau ”, who he of course of instruction brought around to me to approve ! It's sad really, isn't it - but in a nice sort of way !