I didnt want to startle him so I pretended to sleep to see what would happen. I couldnt help but get a boner in no time, feeling his soft bubbly ass w...th golden hair right next to my cock. As he felt my hot rod growing in between his ass cheeks, the boy carefully held it by the shaft and started rubbing it onto his hole. I knew that if I had opened my eyes, he would just move away and act like nothing had happened so I kept my eyes closed. Slowly I felt my cock head penetrating his tight hole.. Like I said, I had always enjoyed the cold air. Those winds of change carried upon them a path for me I could’ve never dreamed of. It harkened me back once more to Nick’s talk about the future, about going where life takes me. As I glanced down and watched my shoes dangle back and forth, I knew I was slowly moving forward into the future. It wasn’t about things changing, it was about progressing, progressing on to the next chapter of my life. I had attained so much confidence and grew so much. “Why is it important that the bathrooms have windows?” I mutter aloud.“Huh?” he asks, “Oh that is weird.”“Right? They’re not small, either.”“Maybe because we’re not on the ground floor? It’s still weird, but at least it’s less of a privacy issue.”“…Maybe we shouldn’t try to make sense of it.”He considers and half smiles in sarcastic commiseration, “You’re probably right.”“I almost always am.”“I like that about you.”“You don’t even know if that’s true yet.”“Perhaps...” his voice wanders away. I have chosen to call this story 'Not So Proud', because I am not so proud of what occurred. It happened a couple of years ago, and I only wrote it down because doing so was a therapeutic act. At the time I would rather have forgotten about the experience; today I am quite glad I did write it down. These days I don't feel so guilty about some of the things that have happened.I met Greg, the guy in the story, when I was studying in Glasgow. He was a fellow student and we lived in the same.