Thoughts of work tomorrow fade away. It now seems like we have all the time in the world. I insist on going down to the beach and we walk along the sand, holding hands as we kick at bits of seaweed and listen to the gentle sounds of the breaking waves. There is the slightest of breezes blowing gently in from the sea and the air has that tang of salt and ozone that one simply cannot escape here. There are a few other people about, mostly couples enjoying a pleasant evening walk, just like us.

“I may have mentioned the fact that I’m not an expert in dates,” I tell Andy when we stop heading north and turn back in the direction of the campus. “You’ll have to help me navigate this.”

“Well, if the date is going well, you might do this…” He turns me towards him and leans in, having to turn his head slightly upwards to account for my being a fair few centimetres taller than he is. He reaches his free hand up to rest it gently on the back of my neck and presses our lips together in a very slow and gentle kiss.

I allow myself to savour the softness of his lips on mine before wrapping my own free hand around his lower back and pulling him tighter to me. As our kisses deepen and become more passionate, I let go of his hand to wrap my other arm around his back as well. “Yes,” he murmurs. “You seem to be getting the hang of it.”

We finally break apart and begin to walk back with a bit more urgency. I allow my arm to rest across his shoulders and he leans into me with his arm around my waist. Whatever jumble of thoughts I have in my head, one that seems to be strongly winning out is that I could get used to this.

“So,” I ask as we walk along, “when things are going well, what might happen next?”

“Oh, I guess that depends on how well both parties really think things are going. One might ask how close to the other’s apartment they currently are?”

“Yes, I see. And then the other might point out that they are already outside his apartment block right now?”

“Indeed. Then he might ask his companion if they wanted to come in for some innocuous reason or other.”

“Damn. I don’t have a collection of erotic etchings and I’ve had more than enough to drink. That rules out the offer of a night-cap. See, I’m totally unprepared for this.”

“I see. We’ll think of something.” Andy pretends to be deep in thought for a few seconds before continuing. “Oh, do you have that book you mentioned?”

“Book? What bloody boo… Oh, sorry, yes, I see. Andy, do you want to come in while I find that book you wanted to borrow?”

By this time, we’re both shaking and giggling almost uncontrollably. I think Andy could sense that we needed to lighten the mood. I was beginning to take things far too seriously. Holding onto one another for both moral and physical support we make it to the door of my apartment without serious injury and the door opens as I touch the handle.

I’ve barely managed to turn on the lights before Andy has pushed me back against the closing front door with a resounding thud. “I hope you don’t need lessons from here on”, he mumbles between kisses.

“No, I think I remember how this goes from here,” I mumble in response as I try to get his shirt over his head without stopping our kiss. When we both realize that this isn’t going to work, we reluctantly break apart and remove our shirts as I steer Andy and myself towards the couch in the middle of the main room.

Andy now takes control, turning me around and pushing me gently but firmly back onto the couch while he kneels on the rug beside me. I don’t want to stop kissing him, but his hands are moving down my sides and it’s driving me pretty crazy. He’s kneeling on my left side and as his free hand slips down my ribs and across my waist, I shudder in pleasure and anticipation.

I know I’m moaning slightly from the intensity of his kisses, the pressure of his teeth on my lower lip and the darting taste of his tongue as it probes gently into my willing mouth almost making me writhe in pleasure. His fingertips are slipping along the waistband of my shorts as he applies a gentle but insistent pressure against my abdomen, just below my navel.

For my part, I’m trying my best to slip my fingers down his lower back and under the edge of his trousers. His back is firm and muscular, his backside straining the fabric and limiting my ability to touch more of him. I break for a moment and reach between us to unfasten the button on my shorts, allowing Andy to similarly release the catch on his trousers and loosen the zipper.

Now, we both have the access that we seem to crave. Andy’s fingers slip below the waistband of my boxers, fingertips gently caressing the tip of my throbbing arousal. He strokes slowly up and down the length of my shaft, drawing my foreskin back and forth across my glans that is now slick with pre-come.

My hand slips down beneath his own briefs, sliding across his buttock and squeezing him gently as my fingers explore and caress his crack. With a stretch of my wrist and a turn of my arm, I force his briefs down, bringing my hand around across his hip as I do so to free him from the front. My hand continues this exploration, wrapping around his thick, rock-hard member and stroking him slowly.

Andy wriggles in ecstasy as I slowly tighten my grip and increase the length of my stroke. His lips break away from mine and begin to trace the outline of my cheekbone, pausing momentarily to bite gently on my ear-lobe before moving down across my neck and onto my collarbone. Each new touch of his lips makes me almost shiver in anticipation.

By the time he’s moved his kisses across my chest and abdomen, lingering around my navel for a few moments, he’s managed to get my boxers down around my thighs and my cock is now upright in his hand, dripping and begging for more attention than his hand alone can give.

That first touch of his lips on the base of my shaft almost pushes me over the edge, a long, drawn-out sigh bursting from my lips as he allows his lips and tongue to caress their way up the length of my shaft. I shudder and moan incoherently as his lips finally surround my tip and push my foreskin back to allow his warm mouth to engulf my throbbing head.

“Together…” I mutter, urging him to move slightly as I turn my upper body and move my head to get within range of his own cock, eager to taste what he has to offer. His tip is wet with his juices, sticky and sweet at my first taste of him. His back arches slightly as I take as much of his length as I can into my mouth. He’s so thick that it’s an effort to get more than the head into my mouth, but his reactions suggest that I’m doing fine.

I’d be lying if I said that I don’t enjoy sex, it’s just that I’ve never really felt that I need to be having it all the time. Consequently, it’s been far too long since I was last in such an intimate situation. The inevitable consequence of this is that there’s no way I’m going to last for very long under such intense stimulation.

As Andy slips his fingers across my balls and down between my thighs, pushing my legs slightly apart and brushing his fingertips over my taint, I can’t last any longer. I let out a low moan as I ejaculate into his mouth, pulsing again and again, back arching and knees wobbling. Andy is only seconds behind me, thrusting into my mouth and releasing spurts of come across my tongue and down my throat.