Hull is a hanky panky hotspot (Rousse)

TPR’s muscles were a source of fascination for the slim, dark teenager on the boat. I left them sitting together on the bench on the deck as we came into dock in Newcastle.

When we arrived TPR looked a bit sheepish. Did he have something to confess? Apparently not on this occasion, but there was something that had been on his mind for some time. He reminded me of the evening in Hull when he made T shirts for the performers at two comedy and music gigs that we attended. He’d slept with S that night. C knew, but didn’t seem to mind.

Now I understood why TPR was spending so much time with S these days.

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