The next morning I woke up to an empty flat. Roy had left early. All the next week at work, and for the couple of weeks after that Roy seemed to be avoiding me. Eventually I managed to convince him to come out for a drink after work one Friday. As we sat drinking he opened up to me saying that he had enjoyed what happened but that he was scared because he was only twenty, and at the time homosexual acts were illegal. My take on it was that I had enjoyed it and if he had too then we'd write it off as 'horseplay' between two drunk guys and say nothing more. Roy seemed happy with that and we went our separate ways.

Soon after that I got a job in a warehouse and left the hospital. Roy gave me his phone number before I left and we kept in touch, meeting up more occasionally for drinks.

This went on for a few months and Roy's 21st birthday crept closer as Roy seemed to become less talkative and maybe even depressed. I couldn't work it out, and Roy wouldn't give me a clue. Still, the week of Roy's birthday eventually arrived and on the day I shaved carefully, which I had taken to doing recently, and rinsed my arse clean in the hope that I might introduce him to some further 'delights' that evening. Roy turned up with some workmates, obviously drunk since the lads from work had been out with him since lunch. He was dead on his feet, and by nine o'clock I said I'd put him on a train home. Arms round each other's shoulders we made it out the door heading down to the tube station. I steered Roy down to the tube and took him back to mine where he fell asleep as soon as he sat on the sofa. I manhandled him into a laying position and placed a few 'emergency' items to hand in case he was sick, and went to bed.

Roy hung around for most of the next day, nursing his hangover. Once he felt a bit better in the late afternoon we went to the pub for a couple and made arrangements to go for a meal on the following Friday.Then he headed home.

The next Friday we met up for beer and then went for a Chinese. By unspoken agreement we ended up back at mine with some tins. We watched some TV and talked until finally I

said;

"What the fuck are we doing? Do you want a suck or what?"

There was a long silence.

"No, I want to suck you. I want to find out what it's like, what you did last time."

"So what are you waiting for?" I said.

Roy stared at me, then reached over and unzipped my fly. He delved in and squeezed my cock gently.I undid my waistband, lifted my hips and slid my pants down. Roy knelt down between my legs and took my hardening cock into his hot mouth. He sucked for a few minutes, gripping my hips, until I said:

"Let's go to bed."

I led him into the bedroom. I undressed him and pushed him onto the bed. Quickly I threw my clothes off and laid down to 69 him. As I licked around his bell-end, and along his shaft, or sucked his hairy balls, Roy copied my actions. I sucked my finger and pushed it into his arse. Roy stopped sucking, shocked,then grinned and after a few moments he returned to sucking me. I felt his finger explore my hole too.

"Put another one in."

"What?"

"Another finger. Put it in."

Roy pushed a second finger into me, and I began to relax. Roy was getting increasingly anxious and came with a lot of thrashing and shuddering. The taste of his cum made me cum too and I unloaded into his mouth with a deep groan.

I turned so my head was on the pillow.

"That was wonderful."

"It was." I said.

"Can I ask, what happened to your pubes?"

"I shave."

"No shit! I mean why?"

"I found it's more comfortable."

"Oh!"

We lay there wanking each other for a few minutes. Gradually our cocks began to recover. I broke off and went over to my chest of drawers and got a box of condoms and a tube of lube. Going back to Roy I knelt on the bed and slid his semi-hard cock between my lips, encouraging it to full hardness. At the same time I squeezed lube onto my fingers and worked it into my arse. I applied a condom to Roy's cock and straddled him. He was panting with excitement as I pulled my buttocks apart and felt his bell-end prodding my ring.

Reaching back I held his cock as I lowered onto it. Roy was staring up at me, rapt. I began moving gently up and down, gradually building up the pace. I decided it was time for Roy to do some work and slipped off him.

"Stand up." I said. I turned over and wriggled to the edge of the bed so that I could half-lay on the bed with my feet on the floor. Applying more lube to my ring was the work of a moment, then Roy was quickly invading my arse again. I tried to squeeze his cock with my arse each time he withdrew and relax for each thrust but soon Roy was going too fast and I just submitted and enjoyed the pounding. Roy's breathing was heavy and ragged, and suddenly he buried himself deep into my arse as he filled the condom. He collapsed onto my back as he regained his breath, then we both crawled into bed. Within seconds Roy was asleep.