His cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and his teeth sink into his plump bottom lip.
“Why are you here?” he asks.
“I have a niche need that isn’t easy to fulfill elsewhere.”
“What is it?” he asks, and I consider telling him.
The words are right there, on the tip of my tongue. But I have a process to follow. Not following it causes unwanted problems.
“I appreciate your curiosity, but with your lack of experience—”
“I can handle it,” he says quickly. “I promise.”
I stare at him for a moment. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two.”
Much younger than me, and much younger than what I typically go for.
“I’m old enough to be your father,” is what I say.
“That’s okay.”
I huff a laugh and ask, “What is your sexual orientation?”
“I like men.”
I appreciate that he says he likes men and not boys.
“And your preferred position?” I ask.
“Bottom.”
“Always?”
“Yes.”
What I’m after does not include sex, but there is a type of personality that goes along with that, that I am looking for. I need someone submissive, and typically tops are not that.
“Do my questions make you nervous?” I ask, noting his fidgeting.
“A little.”
“I appreciate your honesty.” I gesture to the couch. “Let’s sit.” We move to the couch and take a seat, him on my right. There is enough space between us that we can turn toward one another and speak comfortably. “Honesty is important. Do not allow yourself to be uncomfortable because you think you haveto please me. I can guarantee that you have no idea what that would even be.”
“I’m not uncomfortable. Still just… slightly nervous.”
“I can deal with that.” I sigh, leaning against the back of the couch to take him in. “You are quite attractive.”
He smiles proudly. “So are you.”
“Am I your usual type?”
“No, not really.”
That’s also a plus. If I’m not his type, I don’t have to worry about feelings.
“What are you looking for here?” I ask.