“Why? Weren’t you enjoying it?”
Oh shit he probably hated it. He probably only did it out of pity…. SHIT! He felt his eyes brim with tears again and the previous uncomfortable feeling in his shorts disappeared completely. He brought his knees to his chest and cried into them.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Dave.”
“What? No!” Fuck! “No, Kurt don’t cry… shit.”
He shifted around so he was sitting next to him. He hugged him. “Please don’t. I… have the self control of a Catholic priest in a day care.” … Now there was a line that screamed ‘I’m sorry’. “Look, I… I was really enjoying it. But things were… happening. A-and I, um, I panicked. Because I don’t know if I could have stopped if things started to g-go further, and I, um… I got scared. Just, please don’t cry…”