Torsten lives in a small village in Niedersachsen in the northwest part of Germany. He is a small man, good looking with a well defined physique. He plays racquet ball with his best friend and goes jogging every evening before dinner. Torsten describes himself as one of the dark Germans. He has dark hair, intense brown eyes and the dark shadow of a new beard at five each afternoon. Torsten likes to think of himself as a ladies’ man. In private conversations with his male companions he likes to describe how he makes love to women, who are always grateful to have had the privilege of being penetrated by Torsten. They always end the experience, according to Torsten, by telling him he is the first man to bring them to orgasm.

"I always do it without a condom!" Torsten declares as he prepares to tell his story to a new audience. "Condoms get in the way of feeling the total experience."

According to Torsten women prefer a man with a medium or small penis who knows what to do with it. He emphasizes that a big penis is a turn-off to a woman because of the pain. Torsten is never clear about which size he is, but he is very clear that he knows what to do with his. He believes foreplay is the most important aspect to bringing a woman to orgasm. He explains to his captive audience how to insert the finger to stimulate the woman until she becomes moist. With a serious look on his face he instructs them to be cautious about inserting the penis too soon. He then describes the steady rhythm with breaks each time he comes too close to orgasm. He explores the many places inside until he finds the one which gets the best response. He then continues the rhythm, holding back from his own pleasure, until he feels what he calls the velvet of her orgasm. To an amazed and envious crowd Torsten then describes how he stays hard after his orgasm and begins his second round without stopping. Torsten is excited now as he adjusts himself in his underwear.

"One should never confuse sex with love!" Torsten then adds as his departing wisdom. "I give myself to these women selflessly. It is for their enjoyment, not mine!"

Torsten is the kind of boy who would make any father proud. He has a beautiful wife, two wonderful children, a good job, a nice home and two beautiful new cars in the double garage. Each spring he takes two weeks holiday alone and each autumn his wife does the same. In the summer the entire family goes on holiday together to the Baltic Sea. They are the epitome of the modern German family.

At 6:15 P.M. Torsten prepares for his nightly ritual of jogging through the park. He has more than once explained to his family how important this time is for him to be alone. No one dares to question his right to have the next hour to himself. He reaches into the closet in the hallway and slips a new package of taschentuch, paper handkerchiefs, into the pocket of his sweatpants. Without a word he goes out the door and begins running down the middle of the street waving to the neighbors as he passes. At the end of the street Torsten turns into the park, a large wooded area at the edge of town. Here he increases his pace, feeling his heartbeat increase with both the physical movement and the anticipation of reaching his destination. At the other end of the park is a public toilet. Torsten enters the building and walks to one of the five urinals which line the opposite wall. He has noticed a stranger standing at the second urinal from his. He has deliberately left the space between them. Torsten is filled with joy at the prospect of meeting someone new. It has been at least six months since he saw a new face.

Torsten carefully glances in the direction of the stranger. He moves his eyes more than his head so he won’t be too obvious. He notices the stranger’s right hand moving slowly back and forth in front of him. Torsten moves both feet back one step in order to give the stranger a better view. Torsten is excited and feels the warm blood pulsating between his fingers. The stranger takes the cue to move to the urinal beside Torsten. Torsten fixes his eyes upon the shaft of the stranger’s penis. He is excited by the size. He is glad it would be rejected by his women friends. A voice inside his head cautions him not to look into the eyes. Another voice superimposed on this voice reminds him to never confuse sex with love. Torsten is more excited than usual and loses control. The sight of such a huge appendage has confused him to a point where he forgets his own rules.

Torsten turns to the stranger and looks directly into his eyes. Before he understands what has happened the man has inserted his tongue into Torsten’s mouth. Torsten quickly releases his hold on his penis hoping to stop the tide of sexual energy overtaking him. The voice in his head repeats the warning to stop before he gets too close to orgasm. It is of no use! The kiss of the stranger brings an explosion into Torsten’s hand. His whole body is shaking as he attempts to find the package of taschentuch in his pocket. The stranger pulls out his own and cleans Torsten then tucks him neatly back into his sweatpants. Torsten stands terrified as the stranger looks once more into his eyes and gives him a very passionate good-bye kiss.

Torsten runs frantically through the forest toward his home. He is suddenly compelled to drop to the ground barely able to lean himself against an oak tree. Torsten grasps his heart with both hands and begins to cry. He understood in this moment why it is so important to keep sex and love separate. He thought about the promotion he had gotten soon after his marriage. Now he wanted to run back to the stranger and profess his undying love for eternity. His heart could not accept such an unacceptable proposition, so it just stopped beating. Torsten’s death was seen as symbolic of the life he had lead. He died beneath an oak tree. The only unfulfilled part of his dream as a real German man was the fact he had never planted an oak tree beside his beautiful home.