My pal Stefan

About 2 years ago I was staying in a tourist hostel in Dublin and while I was having a cup of tea one morning this rather cute guy started chatting and then said why not get a few beers and go to the park or something/ Of course I said sure and so began our friendship. He was 26 yrs o;d with black hair, green eyes, tall and slim. I don't normally tell people I am bi/gay but somehow it came out and he took it in his stride but said he was straight although sometimes people took him for gay cos of his long eyelashes. I rapidly fell under his spell and when he found a bedsit I asked if I could stay with him paying a little less than the hostel. There were 2 mattresses in the really crummy bedsit but most nights we'd be too pissed ti bother and ended up sleeping together. I was as happy as I'd ever been especially as one night while he slept I surreptiously started fiddling with his dick and when it got hard I moved my mouth there. Ah the aroma of a slightly dirty dick with a long foreskin which,even fully erect, still covered the head was intoxicating. Plus his balls seemed to have an aroma of thir own. He woke up but didn't stop me -just pushed my head down a few times and then as he was about to come pushed my head away and came on his t-shirt. I was to find out why a few weeks later (to be contd)