Shortly after our first and only failed attempt at intimacy, my father announced he had gained a substantial promotion at work, which required us to move to another part of the UK. Sex vedio I think the song, Angels, sums up my feelings best – “I’m not scared of dying, I just don’t want to.”, yet. As an old man, in my seventies, who has been given the nod by my doctors that my days are numbered, I spend a lot of time looking back at my life. I was not deflowering multiple virgins on a weekly basis, giving them back-to-back orgasms during their first sexual experience. It just seemed the natural thing to do. In retrospect, it was just as well. That came in an unexpected form, one hot summers day, a few months later. Although arguably too old for such antics, one of my fellow ‘doctors’, my best mate John and I, had spent the afternoon playing in a paddling pool in our garden, a welcome relief from the summer heat. Many years later, through the fledgling social media site “Friends Reunited”, I tried to reconnect with John. John had a “very troubled life”, growing up gay in an age where being so was still mostly criminalised (thank fuck that is no longer the case!) He became “very ill” and died in
