He was a great guy. Besides, I really didn't want to be alone so having company would be nice. I told my brother it was fine and headed up the stairs....As I headed up the stairs Barry asked if I'd eaten. I told him I hadn't. "Would you like anything?" he asked. "Ice cream," I quipped, followed by "Whatever is ok with me." I continued upstairs. I got to my room and sat on my bed. I wasn't really sad about losing Roy, I was more mad at myself for being fooled. I also again started worrying about. I fucking hated masturbating with my left hand. I kicked off my pants as I swung back out of bed. I shook away my insignificant blood loss. I looked at the spatter on the wall. I could smell my piss in the air.“Yeah, maybe I’m right? Maybe I have no business around kids.” I frowned and headed back for the couch.“Her name is Noel, I have a dream about her...” I murmured to myself. My mind on my daughter’s chubby face before my view rolled up to see the soft smile on Amanda’s. She was beautiful.. I had no ideas worth using...but he did. ...."Let's kiss" he said. Just like that. No hesitation, embarrassment or uncertainty. Like it was the most natural and obvious next step.I think I was a little shocked at first, and didn't really know how to respond. I didn't say no though and he took the initiative and moved to sit next to me. There was nothing overly sexual about the kisses we shared. It was just boys touching their lips together. No tongues or open mouths. We were far too young for. Guys must have been shorter in those days, I told myself. The octagonal interior of the little concrete building was a little disconcerting at first. Piles of sand had encroached quite a lot, but there was just about sufficient height for us to be able to stand. The place smelt a bit of piss, of course. These places always do! There were beer cans – local bitter, strangely – and empty Sterling fag packets. Someone must have bought a job lot! “Well?” he asked again, somewhat impatiently, “Are.