This story is a two-for-one, as it’s about the time my best friend’s girlfriend seduced me out of what can only be described as curiosity. Everyone in this story is 21 years of age or older.
A little unglamorous context: I grew up in the UK, where it’s extremely uncommon for men to be circumcised. Absent a religious reason, it’s something that’s only done for medical reasons and as such, many women go their entire lives without ever encountering a cut cock.
By the time I reached my twenties, with some of the worst handjobs in history in my past, I’d learned to love my unorthodox manhood and more importantly, how to teach others to love it too. I haven’t been with a huge number of women, but I’ve been a first for all of them.
One such occasion was Glastonbury – a huge music and arts festival in England – during my first year of college. It’s hard to explain the atmosphere of Glastonbury; the “anything goes” vibe, the sense that the real world is on hold and that anything that happens there was inevitable, and has no bearing on the rest of your life. Over 100,000 people in a field in rural Somerset; three days of music from the biggest artists in the world, bands you’ve never heard of in tiny tents, performance art, and hippies trying to sell you crystals to heal your chakra. A different world.