Any one-night stand had to be hidden even from your friends and anything else had to be about finding the right partner. Luckily there was a medical tent for the event so his friends helped him over and asked if the event doctor could take a look at it.
To begin with the staff didn’t seem to keen to assist but just before his friends were forced to seek help somewhere else, the tour event doctor walked in.“I’ve stepped on some glass,” Gerry said, looking up at the very tall, scruffy blonde-haired doctor.
Aware that time was running out, Gerry blocked out the noises from outside the tent and carefully ran his hands around the waistband of the doctor’s Bermuda shorts.
As he cupped the firmer-than-expected buttocks in his hands he heard a gentle moan. and his friends would be suitably horrified (but secretly jealous).
Chasing his future as an actor hadn’t gone as well as he’d expected – it never did for any actor – but he found his youthful good looks, even into his early 40’s (sorry mid 30’s) were particularly in demand from advertisers.
He’d always found himself more attracted to boys that came from either Southern European Catholic countries or Eastern Europe.
He stuck his tongue in the crack and was rewarded with the heady taste of sweat and salt.
If anything made him fall in love with this surfer-dude doctor, that was it.
He suspected it had something to do with a belief that running away to London – from the intruding gaze of their family or culture – made the sex just that more thrilling. His thin build and his naturally pasty white skin had been a look that he would never admit to have cultivated but if he was honest, he had done nothing to prevent it from happening.
He liked those young boys, the fumbling in bed that came with them, the fact that it still – after all these years – felt like youthful encounters.