"You just have to be honest with yourself and accept what is what" I scoffed.
David was really beginning to annoy and aggravate me with his self-examining; coming up with all the old rubbish about being homosexual is unreal, dirty and not very nice.
His mum says it is ugly, depraving and unnatural to have sex with one's own gender and what mum says goes.
But he was curious and apprehensive at the same time to involve himself. I love him dearly which was even more annoying because, although he would never admit it, I know he felt the same way about me and has his amorous 'sexpectations' were obvious. But always there in his mind was his mum holding him back.
He was plainly interested in girls that were evident. He liked them of course but that was as far as it went and he soon discovered the truth, when one rather forward girl tried vainly to seduce him in the park, he vamoosed like a scared rabbit.
He told me about it, how she kissed him and how he sort of liked that. He said it was wet and sexy. But when she tried other things it ended up with the girl being very upset that he couldn't raise even an eyebrow, no matter how she ventured to try.
"Then don't you see David? You are truly like me and the sooner you come out and see that, you will feel much better and complete. You pretend I am only a friend but I know you have intimate feelings for me. I just wish you would chill out and let yourself discover your true self."
"But what if ... what if mum finds out, Peter?"
"Fucking hell, you are a grown man. You are twenty for God's sake and it is your life and your business."
I was yelling at him like a Dutch uncle and it crossed my mind that he could turn off me if I didn't watch it. But instead the opposite happened.. David really was thinking about it, I could tell, the way he looked with those gorgeous deep brown eyes. He was some lovely guy and I fancied the pants off of him. But of late I was starting to believe that this could not go on, because all the time I was getting more and more aggravated and frustrated - and in the end it would finish up that I would lose control and take him, no matter what. And that would do no good at all.
Seeing he was trying hard to express himself I decided to prompt him. Why not? The way things going it could all end anyway so I needed to take chances.
I gently placed a hand on his right thigh, stroked it some, telling him how good it would be if he and I could really let go.
"You do like me David don't you?"
He stuttered a bit and then came out with it. That he liked me more than I would think.
"Tell me David?" I asked. I felt there was at last a breakthrough and instead of simply stroking his thigh I took the plunge and did what I had always wanted to do since we first met at the bowling club, when I saw a wonderful display of his bending butt, looking so absolutely tight and sexy in those skin tight jeans he wears, he ticked all my boxes and caused a stir in my pants.
I moved my hand gently into his groin and teasingly placed it over his centrepiece, very nice.
"What would he do, how would he react?" my thoughts.
His face flushed and I think at that moment he made a decision to be himself.
"You have yelled and called me all the names under the sun, Peter" he said, "and I think it is that which has made me see reason. I do have feelings for you. I guess I have for a long time, but to be honest I am plain scared, not just of my mum's strict doctrine but of going further sexually with another guy. But with you it all seems okay."
He parted his thighs a little which were wonderful and very appealing so I went a step further and squeezed him there.
"There, that's not so bad. You feel so warm and essential "I told him and then to break the ice I added; "No problem there about eyebrows not rising!" I laughed and he immediately responded. I bent down and sniffed him up a little over his bulge which I always enjoy. I asked him to slip himself to the edge of the chair so I could enjoy him some more. He immediately responded and looked very sexy wiggling himself down to me. I felt so worked up and simply placed my face against his bulge, sniffed some more and licked over his jeans. I could feel him ripening as the bulge swelled.
Although I could tell he was still struggling I simply continued just gently massaging him so he knew he wasn't under any pressure. It felt nice and yielding though so we were half way there
