Fancy the boxers off Jon. © Alex Carr 2008

I never from the very start, thought it would be easy with Jon. But I fancied the boxers off him, His whole charisma lured my whole being to him. But how would he feel about me - I mean would he think of me just as another guy, another colleague who just happens to work in the same office.

I got to talking to him quite a lot - because the nature of the work in a newspaper office called for dealing a lot with the letter’s editor, we spent an hour a day going through the letters and deciding which ones we should print in the letter’s pages.

I had to check out his credentials, if or not he was married, did he have a girl friend, did he have a boy friend come to that - I mean I knew nothing about his personal life - but I wanted to, very much so.

I was so glad to discover he was single, that he had not committed relationships or otherwise come to that. But was he gay, or even, like me, bi?

Knowing he was into rugby I went for it, decided on an up and over, up to my place and over to join me in a couple of drinks and an afternoon of rugby on TV. All the time my having very carnal imaginings of a different ball game all together. But would he go for it. Surprising, yes, I say surprising because he never seemed to show any real interest in me, even as a prospective colleague so, well yes, it was a very pleasant surprise, But I must not jump to conclusions, well must I?

After a couple of drinks and an hour of rugby I was beginning to lose heart over he and I being lovers because he was so involved in the rugby. But then, it was just something he said that enlightened my hopes, there was a God! And all he said was that he though one of the players had great thighs. “I mean, Pete - just look at them, I could go for a tackle with him any time. That’s what I like about rugby, one can get away with murder if you are a touchy feely.”

“I see what you mean,” I returned as one of the defenders was being sat upon full facial by another. “Imagine a face full of that!”

Jon just turned to me. For just a moment I wondered if I had said anything out of order - and would that be the end of it, my hopes and my meanings, how good it would be for him to sit on me!

But he smiled so wonderfully, now he was looking and noticing me like never before. It was as if his whole face lit up. For the first time I felt I was now on a promise with Jon.

All he did then was to pull his legs up over the arms of the settee, turn and lay on my lap, his face glowing as he nudged the back of his head into my groin. It was as if I had been set alight, Everything was turned on I felt and if I wanted to resist the acute swelling in my jeans I wouldn’t have stood one iota of a chance - why? Because not only was Jon moving his head deeper into my crutch, his hand ventured up and under my top, his fingers exploring my chest.

I felt an inner warmth and closed my eyes as I stretched my head back,