Mike managed to get down the bowl of cold sticky yellow stuff, afraid he would make a fool of himself by throwing up, but to his surprise he rather felt a warm, comforting feeling in his stomach. He looked up again at Bruce who was smiling ironically in sympathy.
Mike felt immense gratitude that this ultimate lad was sympathetic and not mocking him cruelly. He smiled back sheepishly, and as he did so he was aware of a happiness in his whole being that he had never known before. Bruce was all that a man could be, and Mike was aware of how deeply he admired him. More than just admiration. Immense gratitude that this hunk should want to be Mike’s friend.
“Not so fucking bad, eh?” said Bruce.
“Not so bad, mate,” replied Mike as his stomach turned over. In the days that followed the sound of Bruce’s voice, the sight of Bruce’s magnificent naked body, what Bruce had said and the way Bruce moved would fill his mind all the time he was not thinking of something else.
For the first time in his life, Mike was deeply, helplessly, head over heels in love.