Sweet charity

ON THE whole, I’m a pretty decent human being.

I am kind; I am compassionate.

I am generous on my own terms.

Those people who say that I’m not generous are those people who demand me to give them something.

***

I always point to the charity of my foundation, The Peter Solis Nery Foundation for Hiligaynon Literature and the Arts, Inc., as proof of my generosity.

I mean, who has given as much as I have in the promotion of Hiligaynon literature and Filipino arts?

My foundation is operated by my own money.

And to start it, I had to finance everything from my earnings as a nurse in California.

***

I can tell you one person who will say that I am the opposite of generosity: My youngest sister.

She’s a nurse in the UK for over 17 years now.

She has a family of five: herself, a husband, and three kids.

Now, tell me: Is it fair for her to plan how I should spend my own money?

Is it a matter of generosity that she demands that I help her buy a house in the time of the pandemic just because I have some money after I sold my house?

***

I love my sister.

But I hate her craziness.

Still, I might visit her before the end of the year.

Just to make sure she’s not depressed, or bipolar, or psycho-whatever.

I mean, I understand her isolation: She’s “alone” in the UK, while I got two other siblings with me in the US (in California, and in Maryland).

***

I’m talking about my generosity because after six years, I wanted to engage in escort services again.

It’s actually prostitution.

But they have fancier names these days: escort services, erotic massage, boyfriend experience, et cetera.

***

Didn’t I tell you?

After my husband died, I actually hired a pornstar.

One of those stories I have to tell.

Was it worth the trip?

Definitely, yes!

Still rocks me, even just in my memory.

***

So, anyway, a friend of a friend suggested that I visited one site.

I guess I was overheard when I said, “All these money, and only ugly people to shag!”

So, he asked me if I was willing to pay.

It’s not “some pretty boys have a price”; it’s really more like “some gorgeous boys have a pretty price.”

***

Search for cutefacebigd*ck.

And tell me he isn’t worth the price.

Any price! Haha.

But I’m such a principled man as a high school principal.

Long story short, I met “Ryan”.

He is gorgeous.

But we didn’t go where I wanted because I was “too tight.”

Tight, not tightfisted!

***

Backstory: I’m a virgin. Again.

Remember that I had a hemorrhoidectomy procedure in early June?

Well, I was afraid it stretched me too much down there!

And now, the sadness of things: I am too tight to bottom!

***

I was a little disappointed for not getting what I wanted from Ryan.

But at the back of my mind, I was smiling.

Me, so tight at 52! Haha.

Luckily for me, Ryan was a nice kid. (All of 23.)

He pleasured me, and made me appreciate my body in the one hour we were together.

***

He offered a reversed role in the contracted service.

For double the price.

I said, No, that’s not what I wanted.

(‘Cause I can easily get that in a world of bottoms.)

And also, because I’m cheap; and double the price is quite a budget. Haha.

***

In the end, Ryan took only half of the contracted price.

I’m thinking, I might see him again!

Because I don’t easily give up in getting what I really wanted.

If I’m using the word “contract” for service and price, that’s because I’m watching movies about assassins.

And they talk about targets as contracts, about price, transactions, and services.

***

I do not want to promote prostitution.

I think it’s disgusting.

But once every six years, I can be a hypocrite.

And since Ryan didn’t really happen as I wanted it, I think it shouldn’t count.

What it was, what really happened, was charity.

His charity; not mine.

***

My silly heart is in love with Ryan now.

And he’s someone who is hard…

to get over with.

Because in our sweet encounter, he was a perfect gentleman.

Rent boy, maybe, but a true gentleman.

He thought more of my welfare than his own income.

He didn’t want me rushed to the emergency room bleeding down there in Australia.

After all, he was cutefacebigd*ck, but with a bigger heart.

And I love big…

Hearts!/PN

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