Given these obvious advantages, one would be astonished to learn that, at eighteen years old, Kevin Hartman was still very much a virgin.
"Ah, whatever," he mumbled, reaching for a tub of lubricant that he always kept in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. "It's Friday night, goddammit..."
His poor track record with the opposite s*x could be blamed on the boy's nearly total lack of social acumen. He was very shy, and quite awkward around almost everyone. In a typical, spiral-like fashion, he tended to avoid social situations if he could help it; which, in turn, made him even worse at handling them; which then resulted in him avoiding those situations even more; and so on.
His physical fitness, which should be an obvious asset, didn't really seem to help either. For one, it didn't at al
