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Hair type: Blond

Ethinicity: Western European

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Pictures: 76 | Added: 11-05-2001

None of our friends ever really worked us out - not even the ones who’d known us ever since we’d got together a couple of years earlier.

After all, appearances, as the cliché goes, are deceptive.

When people meet us, I guess that their immediate assumptions are based on appearances.

Because I am a big, friendly and talkative guy I am labelled as the outgoing and sexy one.

Whereas my boyfriend Jordan - who’s slightly built, quiet and wears a permanent blush on his face - is thought to be the mousy type and completely under my thumb.

In fact nothing could be further from the truth.

Sure, when you first take a look at him, Jordan seems a sweet but pretty unremarkable guy. To resort to another cliché, you’d think that butter wouldn’t melt in his both.

But how wrong, in reality, you’d be.

I may only be 20, but I’ve had plenty of boyfriends - and even more sexual experiences - in my time. And let me tell you, between the sheets Jordan is the hottest, dirtiest little slut you could find within a hundred miles.

Because he’s got that medical condition - I forget the name - which makes his cheeks permanently red, people think he must be easily embarrassed.

But they’re wrong.

Nothing - but nothing! - embarrasses Jordan.

More often, in fact, he’ll amuse himself by embarrassing me.

Like the other night when my folks were coming round at 7.30 to collect us and take us out to dinner.

By ten past seven Jordan was still watching television and hadn’t yet changed. And the more I told him to hurry up because time was short, the less interest he showed in doing so.

Finally I got up and switched off the TV.

That was a mistake.

He fixed me with an unrelenting icy stare.

And spoke.

“Well, Benjamin.”

Whenever he called me by my full name, I knew I was in for trouble.

“OK, if it’s that important to you, then I guess I’d better get changed.”

And with that he stood up, staring at me all the time, and took off his shirt.

And then he sat back down again.

In the silence that followed I was conscious only of the clock ticking away the minutes until mom and dad were due.

While they might be liberal enough to accept the idea of having dinner with their gay son and his boy friend, somehow I thought that the thought of sharing the dinner table with a boy stripped to the waist (thank God he wasn’t wearing the nipple rings!) might be going just a little bit too far.

However, Jordan soon made it clear that, if I thought the problem couldn’t actually get any worse, then I was very much mistaken.

After three or four minutes of ongoing confrontation, with neither of us prepared to back down, he stood up again.

And undid the top button of his pants.

And slowly and deliberately began to unzip them.

And then he lay back down on the couch.

And, for the next few minutes, just stared at me.

I don’t know how I felt at that stage.

On the one hand I was terrified that my parents would see him like that.

On the other I was still not prepared to back down in the battle of wills between us.

And on the third hand - if you can have such a thing! - I was getting as hot and bothered as I always did whenever I looked at Jordan’s hot young body.

He didn’t get up from the couch.

But he didn’t stop playing his game either.

Raising his right knee up to his chin, he slowly began slipping off his underwear - which was the only thing he was still wearing by now.

As I said before, outsiders always assume that I’m the boss in our relationship. But that’s not actually true. Usually, if Jordan and I disagree on something, I’m the one who gives way. So perhaps it was in reaction to that that, on this occasion at least, I promised myself that I wouldn’t back down now.

But meanwhile my boyfriend just continued to lounge back on the couch as though he hadn’t a care in the world.

We’d actually reached 7.28pm when the thought of my mom’s reaction to sharing the couch with a naked boy made me finally give way - as, I guess, Jordan had known all along that I would.

“OK”, I said.

“I’m sorry that I switched off the TV. I apologise. Would you please go and get changed now? When they arrive, I’ll explain that you’ll just be a few minutes.”

Jordan got up off the couch, a look of pure triumph on his face.

“Thank you for your apology, which I accept. Now you’ve done that I can pass on a message. Your folks rang this afternoon to cancel. They can’t make it tonight. I was going to tell you before you got so mean.

“We’ve got the evening just to ourselves after all.”

At this point the look of triumph on Jordan’s face transformed itself into one of pure playfulness.

“So what would you like to do now?”