Keven was sitting in the living room with one of my notepads in his lap. He had a pencil flying over the paper, sketching something. As I entered the ...oom, his dark eyes rose from the paper and he smiled. Closing the notepad and setting it aside, he rose to his feet and walked up to me, taking my hands in his. ‘How do you feel this morning?’ I looked down, noticing small scars on the back of his hands and I wondered what had caused them. ‘I feel like an idiot – like some bimbo.’ I looked back. I knew what I had to do.We had a great, light meal and ended up sitting together on the sofa. We chatted for a while and got on well. Then the other two left. I was alone with a twenty-five-year-old gay guy who loved cross-dressers. His name was Tom. I moved the conversation on to sex and asked him what he liked. He wanted his cock sucked like mad and asked if I swallowed. I told Tom how much I loved cock and always swallowed. He was ready and so was I. We kissed and my hand went down between. Doing so has many hazards, and many advantages. The hazards are obvious and well-known; #1, babies. This is the way they're made. #2, STDs. This is the most common way they're transmitted. Fortunately there is a solution, the condom.It is very educational to watch a condom on a cock. It clings to it tighter than Saran Wrap does to a bowl. There should always be a little bit of free space at the far end to the male ejaculate, and a girl can learn a lot by watching a guy fill one up. Putting one. She didn’t seem sure but as I said it is only coffee.We got off the train together and at the station we made our way to the coffee shop She was originally from Kenya however she is now living in Dublin but was on her way for a Job interview the following day we sat down and the blouse gapped again she say me looking again and I moved my leg to touch hers again I asked her, what her name was, she told me it was MaryWe continued to make small talk and she said it was a shame that I did not get.