Gay Sugar Daddy

7

"So we'll bond these two weeks at full speed," I summarise the lengthy discussion we've had while cooking and over dinner just now, "Then perhaps take a snail pace when I start my internship, and go at a comfortable speed once I've adjusted to my new life."

He agrees as he tops up my Rose, "Sounds like a perfect plan."

Treating me with good food and prepares my choice of champagne beforehand, he really is trying his best to keep me here for his mission of sexual exploration.

Honestly, he's so easy going I don't think it will be a bumpy ride. We've spent hours talking and being in each other's space but I haven't even once find myself to have any negative feelings towards him.

"So on the full speed part, besides getting to know each other, should we start having sex too?" I ask in the most nonchalant tone I can muster when deep down I'm wondering if I'm stepping on the boundary. I mean, this is only our first day.

No, tomorrow is our first day. Today is the goal setting day. Strategy planning day. Heck, I only know he's gay three hours ago.

He rests his back to the one seater outdoor sofa he's sitting on, doesn't even look like he wants to say anything to my enquiry let alone answering it.

"We're on borrowed time that's why I wanna know beforehand. But it's okay. We'll go with the flow." I answer myself and turn my gaze from the view to my manicured fingernails, fiddle with them.

After the dinner he brought me to this amazing backyard, chilling out while having our choice of drink with a view of the infinity swimming pool.

"We can have sex, I guess." He murmurs, grabbing my attention that instant.

We can? I wanted to playfully ask him that, because I know I can. But can he? Can he get it up?

I giggle at my evil thought. But there's no way I'm sharing it. I'm not stupid to condemn my client to his face when his main objective is to tackle that problem in the first place.

Wait, it's not a problem. It's just a matter of preference. He doesn't prefer the female, it's definitely not a problem. Just like us heterosexual girls prefer those badboys; it's a matter of preference.

"Perhaps," he adjusts himself, angling his body to directly face me instead of the infinity pool, "First week, let's just get to know each other. But maybe on the weekend... we share the bed?"

I nod, sure.

"Then uhh next week, perhaps we can do something sexual. I don't know how but I'm open to discussion." Cute. It feels like I'm dealing with a virgin, planning his first time.

I quickly turn to my nails again to avoid looking at his face. I really don't wanna laugh at such delicate situation.

Remembering my horrible experience when losing my virginity to an inexperience boy in high school, perhaps planning it would be good for him. At least he'd get a good memory if it turns out he really likes just men.

"Maybe I'll suck you off or something," I begin, "If I'm too unappetising, I'll just blindfold you so you can pretend I'm a guy. Get you used to my mouth. Then maybe later," when I finally raise my gaze from inspecting my manicured fingers to his face, I laugh, "Am I too straight-forward?"

"Yes," he grins, already leaving that shocked expression, "But I like it. I like the effort you're already putting in, throwing ideas and stuffs. Very detailed ideas indeed."

"What can I say, I'm an active participant."

"Absolutely worth every penny."

It's one thing about taking money for sex, but it's another at saying it out loud.