in an inescapable pocket of hot and moist flesh. I could no longer contain the swell of pleasure building up inside of my genitals and with one last heavy sigh I released a surge of come into his arsehole, just as we were exiting the tunnel.

We laid together in the bed sticky from each other’s come until we approached London. After a bit of cleansing and dressing, we had a long, passionate kiss goodbye. Luckily for me, it was not our last kiss. We became fencing buddies, in the many senses of the phrase, and continued on at Cambridge until he had to return to America. It was terrible to see Anthony go after University, but at least because of him, I never quite minded taking the train back to York anymore!