A little while ago I wrote about the strangest request I’ve ever gotten from a friend.

She wanted to give her great-nephew a birthday present he’d never forget.

Me.

Well, mission accomplished.

When I arrived, she introduced us exactly as she’d promised. He was twenty-two, nervous as hell, and looked back and forth between the two of us while his aunt explained that this was her gift. He started laughing because he genuinely thought she was joking.

She wasn’t.

What I respected most was the way she handled it. She made it crystal clear that this was entirely his decision. If he wasn’t interested, that was the end of it. No pressure. No expectations. She told him to keep an open mind, wished him a happy birthday, and quietly left.

The room got very quiet.

He sat there looking at me, waiting for me to make the first move.

So I did.

I reached into my bag and started laying out a few things I’d brought with me. I looked him in the eye and told him he had a choice. If he wanted to explore, he would follow my instructions. If he didn’t, he was free to walk out the door with absolutely no hard feelings.

Then I told him to get undressed.

The funny part?

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation.

He stood up immediately and started stripping. I laughed when I saw he was wearing batman briefs – so cute.

That’s when I knew his aunt had understood him better than he realized himself.

The rest of the evening was exactly what a first experience should be. We talked. I explained things. I watched his reactions. I corrected him when he needed correcting and encouraged him when he was doing well. There were moments where he was obviously outside his comfort zone, but instead of panicking, he listened. Every time I asked if he wanted to continue, his answer was yes.

I had to go slow at first, but by the end of our session he was taking my full strap, balls deep in that cute little ass.

By the end of the night he looked completely different from the nervous young man who had answered the door. Still a little overwhelmed, sure, but smiling in a way that told me he’d learned something about himself.

The next day I called his aunt.

She answered the phone with one question.

“Well?”

I laughed.

“He did a great job, took everything I gave him for his birthday.”

She laughed too, apparently not surprised in the slightest.

I have no idea where his journey goes from here. Maybe it was a one-time birthday adventure. Maybe it becomes something much bigger in his life.

Either way, I think it’s safe to say he’ll remember what he got for his twenty-second birthday.

And honestly?

It might be the weirdest birthday gift I’ve ever been asked to give.