No. Prep for Friday [Cypher's Tales]

“What?… oh sorry, I’m good. I’ve just had a lot on my mind. You know… my car and everything… money. That kind of stuff,” I assured him, not wanting to admit anything.

“Are you sure? Because you seem different… just as long as you tell me if anything is wrong…” Max said, sounding genuine.

“Yeah, of course,” I said with a smile to him.

I thanked him for driving me and he left, still watching me curiously as he drove away from the curb and down the road.

The big night isn’t until Friday and on Wednesday I spent most of my time—after Uni and studying—looking up information on the internet. I was quite hesitant to actually do anything with another man, and I needed more information to proceed. I found forums where people—I assume young and inexperienced… like me—were asking for advice on pleasing a man. After far too much time perusing this forum, I just sighed and laughed at myself. I am a guy… I know what I like girls to do with me, why should it be any different.

I learned quite a few things I hadn’t expected to learn, though. Like so many people were giving advice on preparation for… going all the way. I wasn’t planning on doing that, but I still took in all the confusing opinions of everyone—most seeming to contradict each other. From waxing to far more **** preparations to do with cleanliness, I was finding myself rather overwhelmed and wondering how I even got myself into this mess.

I opted for just figuring out how to best initiate something with another man. Again, everyone had different opinions and when it came to how to perform something even as basic as a hand job, everyone again seems to have their own ideas. It wasn’t until watching the real thing happen that I started really considering how I would do it. I don’t know why I didn’t just watch straight porn—it’s not like women and men have different hands, after all—but I found the most useful information in watching men please other men. Embarrassingly, I found myself enjoying these videos far more than I had expected to.

I hardly thought 20 thousand dollars was worth just a hand job and decided that if I was going to make his time enjoyable and ‘earn’ the money Richard was paying me, I had to go at least one step further. Much more nerve-wracking, I also watched men performing oral on other men. This too, had an effect on me that I hadn’t expected. Although, at this point, deep in this strange situation, I suppose maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised.

Thinking about Friday was now one of my biggest turn-ons. I lied to myself that watching gay porn was just for learning purposes and spent most of my Wednesday and Thursday ‘researching’ in my bedroom. I finally picked up my car on Thursday afternoon and messaged Max to tell him that I wouldn’t need him anymore.

The closer Friday got the more anxious… and excited I became. Harvey seemed like a nice enough guy and from the brief interaction I had with him during our last session I get the feeling tomorrow is going to go as planned. Richard’s endorsement that Harvey wasn’t the kind of guy that would try to push me further both eased my mind and encouraged my fantasies. I told myself that I would never let that happen, but my mind concocted so many scenarios, and they all turned me on more.

I told myself it was just as a precaution, but I tried my hand at waxing myself on Thursday night… everywhere—below my waist at least. It was possibly the strangest, most painful and annoying task to complete but I did the best job that I could with the very limited knowledge I had.

Friday came and passed and by nighttime, I was a nervous wreck. The time had come, and my mind raced with nerves. What if Harvey had had a bad day? What if Richard and I had everything all wrong, despite everything I already knew? I was almost hyperventilating when I parked in the staff parking lot and made my way to my room.

There were quite a few more cleaners still working than there were usually and the remnants of a rather large party was in its final stages of being cleaned up. I could hear many male voices still echoing laughs and loud conversation down hallways as I got to the room. I couldn’t make anything out nor pick out Harvey or Richard's voice from any of them, but it put me on edge. Closing the door once inside, I paced nervously and contemplated leaving. What am I doing here? I thought to myself, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

Before another moment of anxiety could pass, there was a knock at the door.