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Virgin Tales 1

I sat in my small booth behind the mirrored glass going through the paperwork and wondered how this de-virginizing scene would end. I’d seen this kind of thing before. A kid who’s never had sex turns eighteen and his friends drag him to the club to punch his V card. They pick a fantasy, pay the cash to make it happen, and leave him there. They then come back for him in an hour or two, clap him on the back, beg for details, and go grab a pizza. It had been done a thousand times, and I was certain this would be no different.

I sighed from my seat in the security room, wondering how much I would cringe through this one. The last one I had to watch through my fingers. It was the most awkward scene I’d ever had the displeasure of watching.

I settled in and read through the kid’s spec sheet.

“Sean” had just turned eighteen last week. His one and only requirement was to get someone to pop his cherry. Jesus, this kid had to be naïve—or incredibly stupid. He hadn’t even listed any hard limits or scene-ending boundaries. I knew the admin staff would have red-flagged his very blank request form and only screened it as available to a select few clients. Definitely nothing hard-core, no rough-play, no one that would take a perverse pleasure in fucking a virgin and wrecking this guy’s asshole in the process.

This was what I was here for. If a scene got out of hand, or if a kid was in over his damn head and wanted out, I would first flick the lights on and off as a non-confrontational warning that the scene was finished. If the guy didn’t stop, I would enter the room and stop it for him.

I hoped like hell I wouldn’t need to do that for this kid.

The door opened and in walked Sean. Jesus. His picture should be in the dictionary under the word “twink.” He was tallish, too-thin, had longish blond hair, with a pretty face. His jaw was sharp angles, his lips plump, his eyes were wide open and screamed first time.

He wore skinny jeans and a shirt with some brand name across the front of it. He walked into the room and looked around nervously. It was one of the rooms that looked like a fancy hotel room. There was no “play equipment” in here, just a king-sized bed and some expensive soft furnishings.

Sean sat on the bed and nervously wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans, just as the other door opened. I smiled when I saw who walked in and instantly felt relieved. I’d seen him do scenes here before. He was a decent man. Certainly not what the kid was probably expecting to see, given he was about thirty-two years old. But Sean seriously couldn’t have been luckier to have him walk through that door, rather than some of the other guys I’d watched.

Sean stood up. “Oh.”

The guy walked over to him, purposefully, confidently, and with a reassuring smile, he held out his hand. “I’m Dale.”

Okay, so he was playing Dale tonight.

“You’re nervous,” Dale stated. “You don’t need to be. We’ve got as long or as little time as you need.”

Sean looked back at the door he’d come through, now his exit. “I um, I wasn’t expecting….”

Dale smiled. “Someone my age?”

Sean swallowed hard and cringed. “I um, I don’t know what I was expecting….”

“You thought you’d get some jock-looking guy or some guy from a Calvin Klein ad,” Dale said. His tone was light and even a little amused. He put his finger to Sean’s chin and swiped his thumb across Sean’s bottom lip. “You know what? You could have some guy who’s only interested in fucking a virgin and getting himself off, or you can have me.” Dale slipped the tip of his thumb into Sean’s mouth. “I will make every inch of your body sing, and I will make your body sing as many times as it’s able. Because I will make this all about you.”

Sean swallowed hard. I doubt the kid even breathed.

Dale moved in a little closer. “Do you want me to go find you someone else?”

Sean shook his head and breathed the word, “No.”

Dale smiled and stepped back. “Good.” He shucked off his coat and pulled his shirt over his head. “I think we should get undressed.”

“Oh, okay,” Sean said quickly, rushing to get his clothes off.

Dale put his hand on Sean’s arm. “Slow down. I want to talk with you, explain some things, discuss some things, but I think we should do it naked. I want you to be comfortable with me.” Dale was so relaxed, so calm. He slowly undid his belt, then his jeans. “Sex shouldn’t be rushed into, or just be a fumble in the dark. It should be about exploring bodies and enjoying the journey, not just the destination. Know what I’m saying?”

Sean nodded. I doubted he knew what Dale was saying, but he took a deep breath and started to strip off his clothes, slower this time. He kept his briefs on though. A modesty thing or a trust thing, I wasn’t sure.

Dale didn’t seem to mind, because he never questioned it. He did, however, strip completely naked.

He had a runner’s body, lean but muscular, and had chest hair and a happy trail. Sean on the other hand, was almost hairless. If he had some fine blond hair on his chest, I couldn’t see it.

Dale stood there completely naked, his gorgeous cock hung heavy and thick.

Sean stared at him, his mouth hanging open, and the bulge in his underpants got bigger.

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