Earlier this year, my partner and I had to cut short a holiday abroad to come home and help bury a friend in London. He was just 31; a personal trainer and an escort/porn star on the side. He was also the first person we ever had a threesome with.
He was classically handsome and no one ever guessed that he was Polish because he looked Italian or German. He was tall, dark haired with fair skin and with a tight, muscled body sculpted from many hours of hard work in the gym. He was also one of the gentlest and kindest people you could ever hope to meet. In this article, we’ll refer to him as Paul, which is not his real name.