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He reached between my legs and grabbed the blue ones…

I was working at a corporate event today (I’m a media whore; mail me if you need stuff promoting) and we were running card and roulette tables – we had a whole ‘James Bond’ thing going. Everyone was well dressed and I looked pretty damn good in my tux I reckon.

Anyway, I had the pleasure of working alongside young Richard today, and he’s a delight. He’s probably 25 but he seems so much younger on account of how innocent and trusting he is. It’s like every day is a big surprise to him, everything is new a fresh to him. He doesn’t have a cynical bone in his body – he is totally untouched by the grubbiness of the world.

For instance, he didn’t ‘get’ a single one of my double entendres today, nor did he notice when I ‘camped it up’ on the roulette wheel. Such (un)subtle nuances pass him by – in his mind that’s “just how people are” and he takes everyone at face value. It’s rather endearing.

We’re each carrying an armful of chips (the gambling kind, not the fried…) across the hall and we’re obviously overladen. He starts to drop his load and inadvertently careens into me, so now we’re both on the floor, sweeping up chips. We’re kneeling, facing each other and our heads come so close as we each reach forward for more chips that I could turn and kiss his cheek. So close.

We’re each getting our own colours; I’m scooping up scores of green and red, he’s reaching for blue, pink and orange. As we stretch for our colours, our hands reach closer to each other, until he’s literally scrabbling round between my legs and reaching under me, and I’m doing the same. We’re kneeling, reaching and leaning forward, coz y’gotta catch ‘em all.

His hand grazes the inside of my thigh as he goes for the last few blues that are virtually under my ass. He has no concerns, no worries, it doesn’t enter his head that I find it all a turn on – he’s pure innocence, he’s just picking up spilt casino chips, nothing wrong with that. Even if our faces are so close I can feel the heat from his cheek. Even if we’re sat almost on top of each other as we reach for those last chips. The frisson is killing me, but he doesn’t even notice that I’m extra smiley with him as we stand and continue on our way together. No ego; Richard doesn’t know how cute he is, or how attractive his purity is.

I genuinely want to reach out to him and let him know he’s got a lot of potential, that he’s smarter than he thinks he is, that he can earn more and do more than he’s doing. But it’s not my place, and I know I just wanna ‘rescue’ him coz I’d like to introduce him to good blow jobs and rimming. Straight boys are always bowled over by good BJs and a tongue lashing.

But it’s not to be; I gotta leave him be. Still, I ache to see such innocence.