It wasn’t but I was happier for the re-assurance. I was also please that he pulled out of me to shoot his load as I was concerned of him shooting in me with maybe a broken rubber. Gay sex I was happy to be with him and he wasn’t at all pushy and over eager to fuck me. I was walking back after a lecture back to my digs along Park Row when there was a sudden and violent downpour and I needed to shelter. Well, it was peaceful and quiet until the weather changed and the gales blew in from across the Minches and the rain changed from falling vertically to blowing at you horizontally. I heard a gasp and a “holy fuck”, and felt a warm and wet feeling around my dick that was wonderful, and my cock felt harder that ever before. I had no idea what he meant by a cottage and he told me it was gay slang for a public convenience, I learned a few more terms from him like Glory hole, and so on.
