Scott

I’d known for quite some time that Scott wanted to have sex with me.

The problem was that I just wasn’t interested.

He was a good-looking boy, all right.

The sort who turned heads wherever he went.

I know dozens of guys - and plenty of boys his own age - who’d have jumped at the chance.

But not me.

I just couldn’t.

But that just seemed to make it worse. I knew Scott of old - and, if there was ever anything he was told he couldn’t have, then it just made him more and more determined to get it.

Let me tell you what happened last week.

Scott invited me up to his room. He’d just got a new bed and wanted me to take a look at it.

If you ask me, it was a pretty queeny sort of bed - one of those Olde English four-poster things - but, when Scott told his mom that’s what he wanted, as usual he got it.

Scott loved it.

He sat on it in every position, closed the net curtains around it, opened them again, and then lay down on the bed.

I knew what was going to come next.

“Hey, the mattress is real comfortable. Have a try!”

I declined on the basis that I had dirty clothes on. A mistake. It only led him on to suggest that, in that case, maybe I ought to take them off before I joined him.

When that in turn got no response, Scott, in his usual brazen in-your-face way, decided to resort to more direct tactics.

He pulled up his grey T-shirt, revealing his smooth, hairless chest. Enough to make any other guy drool with anticipation. But not me. I just couldn’t.

“You know”, he drawled, “I am sure whacked today - and this bed is just so great. I think I could take a nap here right now.”

And with no more ado than that he proceeded to unbutton his jeans and slide them off.

Now I guess that I’m a guy - and a gay guy at that - just like any other. But even though I could see what a great looking body he had, I just couldn’t go for Scott in the way he wanted.

I guess it’s because I knew him from when he was just a small kid. We used to get on great then - just like a father and son, I suppose.

But since he realised that he was gay - and, shortly after, saw me in a bar and worked out that I was gay too - he’s become a real pain.

I hear you ask why I don’t just sleep with him and let him get his teenage crush out of his system.