anyway so had no greater success than I did.

“Steve,” he would say, “There’s no need to stay and look after me if you look like getting off with someone.” He had obviously noticed that once or twice I had turned down an opportunity, as he hadn’t pulled.

“I don’t like leaving you alone if we both haven’t pulled,” I would say.

One night he did pull on his own and I didn’t. He asked my permission to go off with the girl, which I gave. I had a few more drinks and then went home. I was feeling unwell and couldn’t work out the problem. I started my evening wank and realized that I was thinking of Grant fucking this girl, then cumming in her and me going straight in after him. He sat behind me and put his finger into my hole and pushed it up and down as I fucked and I shot a load that seemed to come from deep inside me. I actually did shoot too and the load went straight over my shoulder. I realized two things. Firstly, I wasn’t ill, I was jealous and secondly, I wasn’t jealous of him getting the girl, I was jealous of the girl getting him.

I cried that night and I didn’t know why.

Next day, I asked him how things had been and he just said “Great.” I couldn’t push him into any detail though he had obviously screwed her.

By lunchtime he noticed my bad mood. I told him I had a headache. I had this enormous urge to hold him and kiss him. “KISS HIM,” was I turning queer???

I ignored Grant for the rest of the day but by the following day, we were planning the weekend with the lads and had soon returned to normal. Things continued like this for a few more weeks and I was aware I was ill when he wasn’t around, I was jealous when he looked at a girl or talked about one and angry if he spent too much time with any of my other mates. I hid all this as best I could but I was also aware that Grant was straight with a capital “S.”

Three months later and the local team had won a place in the UEFA cup to play in Europe and a small group of 8 are planning a trip to Barcelona to see the match. Grant was keen to come with us and so tickets were obtained as well as flights. At an exorbitant rate, we managed to secure four twin rooms not too far out of the city centre and before long, the weekend had come.

I had been like a love struck teenager since I realized I would be sharing a room with Grant. No one, but no one, was getting that privilege, but then, no one was much interested whom they shared with other than me. I masturbated nightly on the build-up. I wondered if I would see his cock, I wondered if he would bring a girl back, I wondered if he might see me naked and develop an interest in me. I also wondered if nothing at all would happen and life would stay exactly the same. At least I would be four nights in the same room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.

On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by the time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few drinks there