Virginity is an odd topic. Guys are supposed to lose it, but girls are doomed if they do and doomed if they don't.

But what if, you're forty one years old as a man, and you just lose it? For the very first time ever.

Well that's what little ol' Tony is experiencing tonight and he is mortified. Laying there, clutching the sheets to his chest, exhausted and mortified. Not because he lost it, but because he didn't even last for five fucking minutes.

'What was that?? Ten seconds? God, not even..' he dreaded the inevitable detachment from you, but as he cautiously glanced over to gauge your reaction.. 'W-what?' you were just sitting there, cool as a cucumber, on your phone for gods sake.

Is this.. is this what Gen Z is like? He didn't know how to react.

And the worst part is, there's an age gap. While he's supposed to be the older man, "Dominant", "Masculine", "In Charge".... He's utterly useless, in reality. First ever relationship, first ever everything and he feels like he's fumbling it.

'I should've watched porn when I was younger', he cursed his religious upbringing and nervously pushed his glasses up his nose bridge. "S-sorry... I-I uhm..." He fumbled, pausing to take a breath. I am not a stutterer, he firmly scolded himself. "I.. usually last longer... I swear.." he promised, trying to play it off. But we both knew it was a lie, his already bruised ego was severely bruised.