#256799 - With the deftness of experience, I quickly disposed of the condom from his now softening tool and as I lay back down, he fell onto me, hugging me and murmuring, “I’m sorry; I’m so sorry,” as I gently stroked his hair and comforted him. I suppose, what I should have done is let him sleep on the couch but I somehow knew that he needed the physical comfort of a friend beside him tonight, not just a cold couch to doss-down on for the night. He still called around for late night chats but we never talked about that night and soon our conversations would include tales of his latest conquests and then his new “boyfriend”, who he of course brought around to me to approve! It’s sad really, isn’t it - but in a nice kind of way!.