I was recently asked what my body count was. Honestly, it’s not very high. My first ever experience was with my first boyfriend. Overall, I’d have to say, it was rather disappointing. He was clumsy and, well, small. I was able to better pleasure myself with my fingers. My latest boyfriend, I have been with for a long time, so everything is good. This story is about that one guy in between. The one that got away. It was my...

I had just returned home. It was 11:30 p.m. This was new for me—I had worked the midnight shift for a long time, but now I was on evenings. I entered my apartment, dark, empty, lonely. I’d only been here seven months. My girlfriend had left a couple of months ago. The gratitude; I’d moved down here to be with her, and after only five months, she abandoned me. That’s life. So, there I was—a boring Monday evening, no plans,...

I’m typically a very modest man. A bit shy, and always misreading signs from members of the opposite sex, thinking ‘I’m just imagining it, there’s no way she’s interested in me’. To this end, I’ve never been a “lady’s man”, with multiple partners, side chicks etc. My body count is small, usurped by nearly every partner I’ve had, except maybe one. Now before you go making assumptions, no, I’m not ugly. Or so I’ve been told...