I am beginning to understand the male predilection with virginity and the excitement of being "first."
Last night I had a private gig as a "birthday present" for a young man reaching a milestone age, booked by his father.
His dad (widower) is a regular client of mine and approached me about doing this for his son a couple of weeks ago.
Of course I said yes...
I have done this before, and there is a little thrill in being the first. :P
Father and son had gone out in the afternoon for a couple of things the lad wished to do, and came home, ostensibly to order a pizza and hang at home.
I arrived right at 7, bearing a large uncooked pizza.
The birthday boy answered the door expecting a delivery guy and got me.
I handed him the pizza and told him I had a gift from his dad.
He looked confused until I took his hand and told him he should show me his room.
Dad came out and took the pizza from him without a word.
I said, "We can text your dad when we are ready to eat.
He showed me his room (and everything else) for the next hour and a half.
After I had wrung him out like a washcloth, we went downstairs in robes, where Dad had the pizza ready. We ate, had a beer, and before I left took him back upstairs for a last round.
I love young guys. They have a lot of stamina, even if they don't know what they are doing.
This kid had 5 shots on goal and still walked me to my car.
I love my job.
I am beginning to understand the male predilection with virginity and the excitement of being "first."
Last night I had a private gig as a "birthday present" for a young man reaching a milestone age, booked by his father.
His dad (widower) is a regular client of mine and approached me about doing this for his son a couple of weeks ago.
Of course I said yes...
I have done this before, and there is a little thrill in being the first. :P
Father and son had gone out in the afternoon for a couple of things the lad wished to do, and came home, ostensibly to order a pizza and hang at home.
I arrived right at 7, bearing a large uncooked pizza.
The birthday boy answered the door expecting a delivery guy and got me.
I handed him the pizza and told him I had a gift from his dad.
He looked confused until I took his hand and told him he should show me his room.
Dad came out and took the pizza from him without a word.
I said, "We can text your dad when we are ready to eat.
He showed me his room (and everything else) for the next hour and a half.
After I had wrung him out like a washcloth, we went downstairs in robes, where Dad had the pizza ready. We ate, had a beer, and before I left took him back upstairs for a last round.
I love young guys. They have a lot of stamina, even if they don't know what they are doing.
This kid had 5 shots on goal and still walked me to my car.
I love my job.
