Dear David, it comes a day when one of my agencies text me on WhatsApp to go to a client. She told me what I need to know about this request, how I should act and the address. Plus, the client wants me for 3 hours! OMFD!
When I am thinking now I didn’t know why I was nervous. Of course, I was. It is not like I didn’t have sex before, but at least until then, I chose people.
I took an Uber and here I am. It was 6.30 pm. His house is like a dream. Living in a big townhouse in Mayfair with butler and so on. He was dressed very elegant and was waiting for me with a glass of old fashioned on his right hand. I was sure that he liked me, so at that moment my confidence was with me. Then I saw what painting has hung on the walls. He loves Old Masters. Wow! He asked about me. I asked about him. He is in his 70’s. His long life partner died a few years ago. I didn’t ask where he has money, but I had to discover that he has it from is family. That kind of guy with Old Money.
We started to talk about artists, his collection, about what exhibitions we saw and make the plan to go together at the weekend to see a show at a museum or at a gallery. Times fly so at 7.30 we live the house with his car and driver to have dinner at a club where he is a member. I put a stupid question and I asked if that restaurant is a membership club. He replayed: it is all about membership! I felt like shit.
The location was impressive for me. I cannot say the name of that club. He was known by everybody and we were treated very well. I was happy that I was the youngest guy in that building. It was funny. He introduced me as his nephew to a guy who was there somebody important. Of course, that guy knows that I wasn’t his nephew. Thinking at the meal was ok, but nothing to remember.
He, Ill call him John, told me that his dream was to find a guy like me: smart, funny, young and who has so much passion for art. I couldn’t say the same. He is older than my father.
Then, after dinner, we returned to his place. His bedroom was bigger than all my apartment. Some people are born lucky, indeed.
Then was the sexual part. My rule is not to kiss on the mouth. So, he opened the TV and put a porn movie. The strange part for me was when he put his teeth out. And he started to suck me. So that was a gumjob, not a blowjob. It was my first time when a guy put his teeth out to suck my dick. But was also something good. No pain, teethless on my dick. Everything was soft.
In the end, both of us were happy. Not bad at all! Next!
Yours,
Il Principe AG
PS
I am writing in this… bad English because I don’t know better English. It is not my mother tongue. But Bad English is still Good English! And I prefer to be better with tongue doing other… stuff. 🙂