So, all my gay pals are asking me if we've done the nasty yet. When I say no, they can't believe it. "But you're so hot!" "What's his problem?" and "Aren't you at least making out in the parking lot?" I was beginning to wonder what the deal was myself, when one of my gay buds solved it for me. "You're his client. He doesn't want to mess that up." So, I have to have the frank talk with him. Obviously, waiting for him to make the move is getting me nowhere. He might be worried about his job, or losing me as a client. I have to get the nerve up to tell him that I want to fuck around, NSA, and let's get it on.
So, he noticeably cooled when I told him I couldn't go. "Don't get me wrong," I told him, "I do want to go, it's just that I can't." He kept saying that's cool, but I think I hurt his little 22 yr old feelings. We had several more sessions after that, but it was never the same. I know, I blew it, but what could I do? You so don't even know how bad I wanted to go to Vegas with him.