I think initially the deal was that I was just going to suck him off. We had chatted a few times before, but one evening we were both at a loose end, and I had an empty flat, so he came over. Who isn’t particularly my type to be honest, but he certain wasn’t ugly and he was a nice guy. So yeah, I’m gonna have to call this guy James, because (i) I don’t know his real name and (ii) he looked a bit like James McAvoy. I’m also aware that this story involves a guy fucking me but me still not knowing his name, so I’m gonna find it difficult to defend against accusations of being a slut! I probably don’t actually meet more than one guy a month, but obviously that adds up over a period of a few years. I’m on 16 now, and I must confess to being some way behind, so as I catch up it’s going to look like I’m a little bit of a cock whore. I’m in two minds about whether to keep numbering these hook-up experiences.