He was much, much older than me, a retired school teacher. Whether it was true or not, I assumed he liked younger boys and contacted him. He still loo...ed great for his age, fit and tan from hours spent laying out by his pool. I was nervous, but just seeing him put me at ease. Soft spoken and nice, he was so different than the older boy that I was with before. As much as I needed to cum, I felt it so easy and natural to lay with him. Our naked bodies pressed against each other’s. He felt so good. "Tea or coffee?"She followed me into the kitchen. It wasn't much, like I'd said I didn'thave much cash, but it was clean and filled with cool stuff I'd found incharity shops."There's a girl," she said, running her fingers along the edge of aworktop, as though she was going to find dust or grease on it."Just me." You're gay?"I shook my head. "Not a bit of it. Just neat." Tea. White, one. Please." Phone's on there," I pointed."Cheers." Kirsty started looking through cupboards, at my packets. . it was an accident really, I just didn't want to get caught so I stashed them until I could put them back. I'm just too curious for my own good." Well, that's my other condition... I didn't just buy you those to put in a drawer or do your business with them and then forget about them. I want you to wear them... I want you wear them as they're intended, as underwear. Do you understand?" What... now you mean?" Yes, now... and every day you're here with me. I want them to be you're underwear.. And this is why when Diane told me about the hen night and I thought about everything, I got scared again. I know now I was silly, I do, I really do know I can tell you everything, but the little girl that was going out with you all those years ago came back and it terrified me thinking ‘what if’, I’m so sorry.”I could feel the dampness from her tears soaking through my sweatshirt as I pulled her round into a tight hug kissing her silently on the top of my head while we both processed what she.