Sixteen

First there was Josh, he was cocky and self absorbed, but sexy as hell. Young and virile, but not a boy to be messed with, because he would get even.

Next there was Carlos, closeted and careless, then demeaning and threatening.

Alan was number three, artistic and carefree, just wanted me for me. He helped me find and accept myself.

Another Josh came along and taught me how it felt to be loved by a man, in bed and out. 

Derek. A man just like me. Mormon, married and depressed, until we got undressed.

Brad. Just a midnight fantastic fuck...

Joel, the older man who adored me, but couldn't commit, because he had too many scattered commitments and emotions.

Along came Brian, the man love of my life, sweet, tender, sexy but emotionally inept and unwilling to deal with me.

Isaac was sweet in the sheets, young and trusting and naked for hours.

Robert, rushed in wanting a daddy type for a husband, only to rush out again without trying to understand me.

Sliding in eleventh, Slade, a young buck of a stud who taught me that being a bottom was fucking fantastic, with a monster dick for a boy so short.

Steven. My love, my heart, my man. Sexy and speedy. We wanted to be soul mates, but we clashed emotionally and burned each other out.

Frederick. Older, serious, settled. He just wanted fucked, still waiting to find out...

Fourteenth. Dan. Boy did we have fun. He's coming back next week.

Joey. A delicious joy of a bottom. Perfect body, but he never wanted to kiss me. His face was off limits.

Sixteen. Lance. Lonely daddy type. He cheated, but we had fun, despite his prior commitments. Still thinking he might be back for more of me.