It would be a hell of a lifestyle change, I thought.
But after all, it wasn’t as if I had to give up women. I just meant that if I ever again met a guy who I felt something for, I could be sure of being able to offer him a good time.
“How long would it take,” I asked timidly, “and what would I have to do?”
“A few days,” he said, “and you wouldn’t have to do much beyond lie back and let me bugger you. A lot.”
I laughed and reached for the shampoo.
“Okay,” I said, blushing at the thought, but excited and nervous too. “Make me into your perfect toyboy.”