i'm feelin' ya, trevor

well, what would you have done?

you gotta understand--i have a special thing for brazilians colombians costa ricans venezuelans--especially ones that look like this boy here--and, possessed as i am of a selfless, giving nature, will go to great lengths to make 'em happy.  my givingness, however, was tested tonight.

preliminary negotiations went smoothly, right up until he said, "there's just one thing."

ah, here we go--there's always just one thing.  i rolled my eyes:  what was it gonna be this time?

see, if i had a nickel for every "just one thing" i've accommodated over the years--round-trip taxi service, roleplay the teacher, coach or pervy uncle, smoke a cigarette and ignore 'em while they blow me, wear fancy underwear or black dress socks, let 'em suck my toes, climb carefully and quietly in through windows, hurl myself head-first and half-naked outta windows, ruin their bathrooms, fuck their roommates--well, you get the idea.  but this one?  this was new.

"you want me to do what?"

i quickly worked the pleasure/pain equation:  aside from the weirdness, this one would have long-term consequences, not to mention the explanations to every new customer for weeks if not months thereafter.  then i looked at his pictures again.

"but can't we just--"

"no.  the smooth down there, i like it."

well, when you put it that way...

"ok, fine--you want smooth, i'll give you smooth.  but you have to do it for me when you get here."

"why?"

because if i denude myself into an 8-year-old boy and then you don't show up, i will have to hunt you down and kill you.

"because it'll be sexier that way."

deciding that my 8-for-a-dollar disposables might not cut it, i went to rite-aid, picked up a deluxe gillette three-blade number and some shaving cream, and awaited sweeney todd.  he did not disappoint.

the deforestation went pretty well--i tried not to watch--until he started heading down the back forty, which is where i drew the line.

"whoa, boy--you plan on spending any special time back there later?"

"no, but--"

"then forget it."

when all was said and done, i gotta admit--the novelty of fresh, tingly, slick, hairless sex does have its appeal (and oh my god, you oughta feel my balls). but was the hour or so of pleasure experienced worth the price to be paid?  i'll let you know in about three days.