I was suffering a lot from depression since the bout of a drug obsession and all the time, I was being falsely advised to keep on taking Ecstasy and I would feel on top- of the world, but of course when I ran out of money and could not afford anymore I was really in the doldrums and next to suicide.
It was like a guardian Angel turned up out of nowhere in the form of a guy I had known at high school, who remembered me quite well but I had forgotten him.
He took me in after seeing me perched hopelessly in a shop front and let me have my own room in which I could slowly recover given the heed of this guy called Stefan.
When we spoke more it suddenly dawned on me who he was, I remember the other scholars teasing him because of his sexual leaning, but I befriended him because I sincerely liked him as a buddy and never more.
He told me he had never forgotten that and thought of us as still good buddies and that is why he wanted to help me regain my confidence and everything..
Somehow, during our deep meaningful conversations I got to lay my head upon his chest and when he started to gently stroke my cheek I felt warm and right.
One thing led to another and just the simple touch of his fingers rimming my lips aroused something in me that had been dormant for so very long. But I realised then my feeling for Stefan were much more than just friendly because I was enjoying his touch and so, after wiping my tears away, consoling me after he had got me to get all the nasty things in my life out of my mind I felt the warmth of his hand teasing my chest. It was lovely and warm and I felt so close to him, that when he gently pulled off my polo necked shirt and my chino's I felt so benevolent towards him.