Entry 92
Cultural event
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Last night was the New Years ball. It was big and wonderful as it always is. Music, dancing, food galor. The biggest downside to the ball is the expectation that I'll dance with several young women throughout the night. THat's all fine and good but I long to be able to dance with a partner of my choosing.
I did manage to sneak out a few times to get some air.
I was asked about my recovery far too many times and one young woman actually tried to get her hands in my hair to check on my scar.
At that point Milton appeared like a night and extracted me with a flimsy "May I have a word, sir."
He and I retreated to my rooms for a bit taking some much needed respite from the intrusive questions.
It was than that Milton decided to give me my Christmas present.
I tore the paper and found a box filled with neatly folded, colourful fabrics. I held one up to realize it was a pair of designer pants. It had no covering for the arse and just a little pouch to contain the forward bits. I'd only ever seen pants like these in the bluest of internet videos. There was a wide variety of pairs, mostly 'jock straps' though I can't imagine them having any athletic value.
Despite that, they are wildly sexy. I told him I'd model them for him after the ball if he'd like.
Milton's face lit up but he also suggested I put on a pair right then and wear them the rest of the night. As incredibly erotic and forbidden as that sounded, I reminded him that time was against us.
After the ball, I did as I promised and he sat on the sofa in the adjoining sitting room to my bedroom as I took off everything and put just the pants back on.
When I came into the sitting room in just the jock strap, Milton was still fully dressed. I walked around and sat or laid on the floor in various poses. By the time I'd done this in the fourth pair, Milton was groping himself through his trousers just as he had when he described by body to me, in great detail.
That was an incredible thing, thinking I was the reason Milton was so clearly hard. I modeled a few more pairs of the pants. And then sat down on the sofa with him.
The atmosphere in the room felt thick and charged. When Milton suggested we watch each other wank off again, I did not answer. Instead I pulled my erection from the jockstrap and started wanking myself.
We did not touch each other but we certainly made a mess.
I don't know if he's still angry with me about diving, but he certainly was able to put it aside last night.
