phoned me because his roommate had a hot date, and could hardly finger her or lick her, or whatever other disgusting things they do, with Johnny in the offing.

So Johnny, in the full knowledge of what might transpire, decided to bum a bed off me and entrust his bod to me for the night. I should add that he was not only a great deal younger than me, but he was also sufficiently well muscled to ward off any unwanted advances if he wished.

In any case, rape was not on my menu (well, there was that Welsh soldier, way back, who will be covered somewhere in these memoirs, but he was a willing Welsh lamb to the sacrifice, really!).

A coffee, a cognac, and a het videotape took things a stage further, but not much. He was nervous, or something (not turned on?) and couldn’t get an erection. So I tried a gay tape, and - unexpectedly - that worked better. In the end, at his suggestion, we went to bed, and there everything panned out smoothly, though I was left to do the work, and was firmly discouraged from any application at the rump, even of a finger.

But licking and sucking anywhere else (by me) was much appreciated, and I was eventually rewarded with a hefty load of sweetish, tasty love juice.

Reflecting, after he had gone to work in the early hours, it occurred to me that Johnny and his twin had probably used Joe as their sex object, in the orphanage, on a nightly basis. You know what teenagers are! This would also explain why Joe enjoyed getting screwed, while Johnny didn’t. Can’t speak for J-J.