By the time we'd got to my flat we were both up for it I could see Dean's hard on through his sweat pants, fuck did he make me horny as he walked up t... my flat.I told Dean to make himself at home and he kicked his trainers off and went a made himself comparable on the sofa. I went to the fridge a pulled out a couple of beers, I thought a drink may relax him a bit but when I seen him on the sofa with his legs spread apart he looked well relaxed. Seeing it was a Saturday I asked Dean if he wanted. Hehad been a shy boy, undoubtedly due to his mild autism, and I'd rarelyhad anything to say to him, nor him to me. On the odd occasion he wouldopen his mouth in class, he'd often use the opportunity to say somepretty bad stuff, often racist, ignorant or discriminatory. He wasn'tall bad though, it was clear he didn't have anyone to tell him not tosay those things. I pitied him a little, if I wasn't arguing with him.Right now though, there was no pity, but neither was there fear. Uponrecognising. I passed over several more portages before I stopped to grab a bite to eat. I boiled some water on my compact stove and prepared some oatmeal, tossing in some dried fruit. It is surprising how little food you really need to eat in a day. I looked out over the water and marveled as an otter surfaced and then rolled over on his back, floating effortlessly. The colors and sights are so intense when one is out in nature. I was finally beginning to feel some of my pain slowly ebb away.I sat and. .." _______________ What I noticed first was the difference in sound. There was that shushing roar of breaking waves that had always relaxed me to near bonelessness. A few seabirds spoke to one another in the distance. The air smelled like salt and sunshine. Even the feel of water lapping at my feet did not alarm me. My hands dug into warm silkiness beside my hips. I let the sand slide out between my fingers. The touch of a hand on my ankle stilled me even further. The firm grasp was tender and.