Jeremy was utterly confused with his life. Ever since he'd left high school he'd been aware of an overriding problem regarding his sexuality.
I met him at his eighteenth birthday party laid on by his parents. I was invited, being the son of his mother's friend . They both attend the women's institute in Peckham, London.
They thought I would be a good influence on their wayward son because of my interest in politics, they seemed to think that was the direction Jeremy wanted to go.
I heard them talking to my parents about how he seemed always so shy and not wanting to take interest in anything.
They imagined that he may have some sort of mental ailment but did not want to mention that to him, because of his very sensitive deposition.
Seeing I was a well-balanced sort of a guy they had actually asked me if I could try to befriend him. They did not wish to pressurise me but felt if I could persuade him to take some interest t in what I was doing, it may just help his dilemma.
When I was eighteen I guess I had similar feelings - I am twenty two now and am well sorted thanks to a wonderful guy called Tony who took me under his wing and made me come out.
It is often the case with young people when ,on reaching puberty and seeing how their friends behave, who find that they don't necessarily have the same interest in the opposite sex, who find in fact they are more interested in people of their own sex.
My parents, who know I am gay, recognise this because they said that it was not too long ago when homosexuality was frowned upon and one was treated as being grossly unnatural and not very nice if he (or she) was discovered copulating with another of one's own leaning.
So I recognised the problem with Jeremy was not mental or serious as his parents imagined. But it would have to take some real understanding on their part to accept, like my parents did with me, that their son was gay.
I was so glad to have had the opportunity to take some time out with Jeremy at his home when his parents and mine, went to see a theatre show together, else his dilemma may have continued until this day. I guess it was purposeful on my parents part, t give us some private time together.
He was a nice guy. I could see straight away why he was so very confused and I aimed to see him right and steer him along the right road, so he could accept once and for all his disposition.
I felt so sorry for him. I spoke to my lover about it and he said, sure -go ahead. He was open minded like that, another reason why John and I got on so well together in bed and out.
So having taken in some films on the TV I took his hand as he made some tea in the kitchen.
He seemed a little bashful but I felt an instant warmth there and recognised instantly all this guy wanted was a little loving care. For a moment he froze. I said to relax. That he and I were of the same leaning. He looked at me with so much trust I felt an instant attraction to him, that we might be a little more than just friends.
I took the spur and led him to the bathroom, somewhere small and private like we were hidden in our own little cone, where I could show him the pleasures aligned to our kin.
That would be so nice and soothing, and I would feel I will have done my real good deed for the day, if at least I could show Jeremy what he was all about and how to enjoy and make the best of what you are.
I held his hand tight as we headed up the stairs and I knew by then he would not push me away. I felt he was beginning to realise his leaning.
I led him in the bathroom and said to him just to relax and enjoy.
His blue eyes focussed deeply into mine and I saw a glow of expectation there.
He had a very trim figure and a delectable hind which looked very appetising.
"I can't tell you how unhappy I have been, with all my old mates taking the piss out of me just because I don't like girls, not the way they do."
