Chapter 7: Horrified At The Idea

‘My cock shot up very hard just like it is now and flexed like mad. She felt it banging against her head and laughed. ‘I think your cock it trying to tell me how much you’re enjoying feeling my breast’ she commented. I didn’t know what to say.’

‘Anyway, we stood up and kissed, this time I had my hand on her breast and her hand was between my legs. It was so exciting. We arranged our next date as I walked her home. Then three days later the attack happened.’

‘I couldn’t bear the idea of any contact with anyone after that and made an excuse to cancel our date. I haven’t seen her since or even been hard since.’ Cliff told him to sit up, and they hugged. ‘We’re going to change position in a moment, and you can tell me what happened.’

‘This is the last time you’ll need to remember it. Stay sitting up.’ he instructed. Then he moved to the end of the settee. Michael lay down with his head on Cliff’s lap and gave him a smile. ‘I was terrified about reaching this point.’ he confided.

‘But now I’m here, and it’s about to happen, it doesn’t seem like a problem anymore, even though I know it will upset me.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ Cliff told him, ‘It’s the last time that it ever will.’ Cliff stroked his head gently and rested his other hand flat on Michael’s hairs.

With his cock still being hard, it stood up tall between Cliff’s thumb and forefinger. The touch of both Cliffs hands felt lovely and Michael couldn’t stop his cock giving frequent flexes. Not that he really tried or even wanted to.

‘In your own time, tell me every little detail of what happened with John Kirkham,’ Cliff instructed. ‘Don’t miss anything out. I need to know all about it but telling me will also help you get rid of it from your mind. Start when you feel ready.’

Michael lay still collecting his thoughts. He couldn’t believe how relaxed he felt about what he was about to do. ‘I was in the canteen at the hospital one day, I’d been working there about nine months by then. I was sitting on my own and John came over and asked if he could join me.’

‘I said yes, and as he sat down, he introduced himself. We chatted a little bit in between eating and that was that. As I got up to go, John told me, ‘It was nice meeting you. I don’t like eating alone so if you see me here again, feel free to join me. I thanked him and left.’

‘I felt pleased to know I was meeting people, then I thought no more about it until three days later. I had collected my lunch and was standing with the tray looking for a seat. I saw a hand go up and wave. It was John, so I went over and sat with him.’

‘Hi, Michael,’ he said, ‘Nice to see you, how’s the job going?’ ‘It’s ok,’ I told him, ‘It pays the rent and I like the feeling that I’m helping people, but I’d like something a bit more challenging long term.’ We finished eating and this time it was him leaving first.’

‘See you soon.’ he said and was gone. It was the following week before we met up again. This time we were in the queue at the same time, so we naturally moved over to the same table. Other people joined us, so conversation was very limited.’

‘After the others had left, John looked at me and said, ‘Michael, I have a problem that you might be able to help me with.’ ‘If I can, I will.’ I told him. ‘He wasn’t someone I particularly took to, but he’d been pleasant enough and had given me company.’

‘I live with my wife about five minutes’ walk from here,’ he told me. ‘She won’t be in until late tonight, and I’ve bought a picture she was admiring. ‘I’d like to hang it up on the wall whilst she’s out as a surprise. The trouble is, I’m terrified of heights.’

‘Even a little step ladder scares me. But I’d probably be ok if I had someone to hold it steady for me, so I wondered if when you finish work, you’d spare me ten minutes or so?’ ‘Sure.’ I told him, it seemed a simple request, and I was happy to help.’

‘Perhaps you could hold the steps, and I could go up for you,’ I suggested, ‘I don’t mind heights.’ ‘I’m so grateful,’ he said, ‘Can we meet at the main gate just after five.’ That was arranged and we duly met and walked round to his house.’