The boys who stay here exist, if I so choose, in total silence. I pull down the sleeping platform, and rest a moment on the mattress. I remember past ...ccupants of this bare box and think of what they must have felt when I left them here, alone, over a weekend or longer. I consider how they must have reflected upon their limited futures. I wonder what went through their minds, after two days of total isolation, when they heard my boots in the corridor, returning. I speculate on whether, as I. I want to see you when I am in you, feeling you divine juices flooding me. And she opened her eyes, looking at me most coyly, wrapping her legs around me, with her anklets making gentle sounds, keeping time to my thrusts. And we fucked like this, calling out to each other, probing, groping, licking and fucking, till I started coming and discharged in her in mighty spurts that drained me out. I still lay on her, and now her hands with firmly encircled on my back, while she was calling out to me. There was only a slight breeze which made the trees sway gently in the morning sun.I paused for a few moments as I reached his gate. I knew I had to do this but part of me started to feel as though it was a bad idea. I then saw his silhouette through the window which sparked my confidence. I marched up to the front door and gave it a solid knock.I practiced my speech as I waited for him to answer. It was a few moments until finally, the door opened slowly. He greeted me with a shocked look on. He calls to another Monk to take my bike then helps me into a large sitting room while he goes and gets a first aid kit. He returns with another man who introduces himself as the Abbot of the Monastery and they begin to treat my sc****d knee. They are very gentle as the Abbot holds my leg on his lap while the other cleans and bandages my knee, but I notice their hands tremble as they touch my bare smooth leg and I feel a large lump between my thigh and his lap. I have no experience with men so.