His name was Marco, and that’s his real name, because he’s an asshole and I don’t care about his privacy. No details, but it’s definitely a plus, because I have a long and tortured history with this particular type of foreplay. He has a lot of great qualities, but one of them (and this may be oversharing, but that’s kind of the point of this) is that it’s really easy to give him a hand-job. My boyfriend (who agreed to feature in these essays on the condition he be called Sergio Danger) is fantastic, and I’m not just saying this because he’s right next to me.
