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    His partner had no such fear, however, and Michael felt large hands on his backside, pulling him more tightly against David. Michael’s body was on fire, need pulsing through him as they moved together, kissing frantically. Close to spending, he gasped against David’s mouth when he felt a hand reach into his trousers. For the first time in his life, he felt another person touch his hard flesh, tight and warm, a hundred times—a thousand—better than touching himself.
    “David!” He pulled away, afraid of embarrassing himself even as he wanted—needed—more.
    David didn’t let him go, quickly undoing both of their trousers, freeing their hard pricks to the cold night air. “Touch me. Touch me.” Michael couldn’t ignore the plea and grasped David as their lips met again. The new sensations on his body, the feel of David’s flesh in his hand, and the taste of David’s mouth all worked together to cause him to spill after only a few strokes. Lost in the incredible feeling of his body spending into David’s hand, he was barely aware when David’s release hit his own hand and wrist.
    They breathed heavily, leaning together as they kissed and teased with lips and tongues. “That was… it was almost… almost… too much. I’ve never….”
    “Oh, my friend, it could be so much more. Come back to my room with me?”
    Michael pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned himself before fastening his trousers and straightening his clothes. “I don’t believe… I can’t….” He didn’t know why he was suddenly frightened. His earlier confidence seemed to dissipate into the cold night and he was once again the shy day-student who could never measure up to the beautiful man in front of him. Unable to explain, he pulled away from David’s arms and ran up the path, turning not in the direction of the ball room, but toward the village and his own house.
    The experience with David was more than he ever hoped it could be and he couldn’t wait to repeat it. This thought brought him up short and he stood still at the side of the road, realizing that he had never told David who he was. For Michael, the evening had been the culmination of six years of admiration, but for David it was no more than the furtive meetings in empty classrooms that Michael had always avoided. He had dared to hope, after Dr. Kennedy’s revelation, that there would be happiness in his future, but he knew now that it was not to be. The feeling of release in another’s arms was magnificent, but he recognized that it was not in his nature to repeat the experience without love or affection.
     
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    The weekend was spent in his room, refusing meals, neither expecting nor receiving a visit from any of his family, his eyes red from the tears shed in mourning for the life that he would never have.
    Out of habit more than any sense of responsibility, he went to school on Monday morning and sat, as usual, in the back of the hall. His fellow students were in high spirits, talking about Christmas plans with their families and arranging visits over the holiday break. He picked at a loose thread on his frayed trousers and focused on his lap as he listened to the usual prayers and announcements. Afraid to see David, he remained seated as the hall emptied, only standing when the last footstep faded. Shuffling to the door, he was so deep in his own sorrow that he didn’t notice the first year with the note until he bumped into him.
    The note, predictably, was from Dr. Kennedy and asked him to present himself at the headmaster’s office immediately. No longer able to find it in himself to worry about being accused of a crime or being expelled, he shuffled to the headmaster’s office. When he was led into the office, he found the headmaster, Dr. Kennedy and a well-dressed man sitting at the conference table at the side of the office.
    “Mr. Taylor, please have a seat. I’m sorry to pull you from your classes, but we have an