When they came in after a night out, you might notice a girl taking her clothes off to get ready for bed, and you could see she was not wearing any kn...ckers. Or sometimes, after she hung up her coat in her locker, she would reach into the pocket and take out her knickers and put them with other items to be laundered. It was not really talked about, as that would have been too personal. Still, that was the reality at the time. Ray asked me out again during the week, then again on the Friday. He was of much better build though. No body builder but had a decent amount of muscle about him. He had short black hair, brown eyes and a bit of facial hair growth about his face. He was still saying something to me as I slowly came back to my senses.“Jacob?! Jac mate?!” He continued to say in my face, I snapped back to reality. The noise of dozens of teenagers laughing at me and the chants of “looosserrr” fillingu the corridor.“What did I do?” I asked completely bewildered. “You just asked. I still think and act as though I were only a hundred and seventy-five pounds. If I'm not real familiar with my surroundings, then I have to go real slow or-" Or you're like a bull in a china shop?"Paul smiled. "Exactly." Anything else?" Yeah, but I hesitate to talk about it. It's a little private." Hey, if you can't talk private stuff with your family, who can you talk with?" Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you. The fact is, every wish increased the size of my penis. Proverbially. I wait for him to cuddle me, but he's muchtoo respectful so after a few moments I link arms with him and let my headsink into the cosy hollow where his shoulder meets his chest. All I can doafter that is relax to the rhythm of his breathing as the grandfatherclock in the corner of the room ticks relentlessly towards daybreak andthe telephone maintains its stubborn silence.*I wake to the sound of Gerald yawning. He stands up, steals out of theroom in his stockinged feet and closes the door.