So I slipped discreetly back under the covers of the bed and just said, “OK”, patting the top of the duvet beside me. Actually, the words he used were, “I think I might be gay.” Yeah, well! Indian hot sex But I digress…….. His arm was still clutched around my middle but his face was now buried in the back of my neck and his bulge (which I was rather aware of by this time) was pressing against the cheeks of my backside. So I slipped discreetly back under the covers of the bed and just said, “OK”, patting the top of the duvet beside me. I put my hand out, pulled his face to me and kissed him warmly on the lips. After he calmed down a bit and the tears began to dry up, I made coffee and we sat on the bed for nearly an hour, with poor David recounting (for the umpteenth time) every detail his life-story with Gavin, interrupted with bouts of tears and sobbing and more tissues, until, when he had just about exhausted his supply of tears, he said,
“Can I stay with you tonight?
