Facing The Future And Accepting The Past

Slowly he began to move back and forth, catching the pre-cum, which was leaking copiously from the head of Gray’s dick, and lubricating the length with it.
******
The sound reverberated through his mind, the cold sweat breaking out almost immediately and Gray cried out involuntarily as he shot up in his bed.
“Oh, God.” He ran his hands through his dirty blond hair, his breath coming in gasps as he tried, unsuccessfully, to get himself back under control. It didn’t matter that it had been almost four years, that he knew he was safe in his own home, or that lightening wasn’t supposed to strike twice. All that did matter was he was alone, always alone with his demons, and he knew that would never change.
“Morning, Mr. Watson, how’s it goin’?” The voice of the doorman broke into his dark early morning thoughts and Grayling Watson looked up.
“Like usual, Jim, how ’bout you?”
“Yeah, me too. Still, school’s out Friday isn’t it? You get what, six weeks off?”
The older man understood the rueful smile he got in reply. What good were six weeks holiday when the young man would spend them by himself? At least if he was in school he would be surrounded by people; still alone, but there would be others to interact with, chat to, pretend to be interested in. Jim watched Grayling pass through the ornate double exterior doors. He wished there was something he could do. He’d tried, so had others, he wasn’t sure what, if anything, could improve Grayling Watson’s quality of life. He would keep an eye on him; it seemed like the only thing left.
The walk to the large, unimposing, building took him just over ten minutes; if he drove it took twenty-five. Car horns honked, drivers swore, bikers weaved in and out of the...