“Then we pick out what your first real job should be so you can get exposure to different opportunities, or we pick a topic or skill you already like and have success at and you focus on that.” Like anything to do with what the hot religious men taught at the co-op. “You talked about speaking at least a little bit of Italian. I don’t know how well you do it but that’s an impressive skill.”
I knew a handful of useful phrases in a variety of languages but most related to explaining I didn’t speak the local language or asking for a bathroom. So useful, but nothing I could put on a resume. “You seem to handle difficult people well. At dinner you were telling me those stories about the older people you met through some of your grandma’s friends. Just dealing with them is hard for a lot of people.”
And as much as he didn’t always understand people his own age, he liked being around people and seemed to like chatting to anyone and everyone.
“Talking to old people is something you do because you’re not mean.” He shrugged and sighed. “I’m not mean.”
No, but he didn’t have a lot of real-world knowledge.
“There are lots of ways that you can have a job talking to old people.” When he went still, I knew he was listening, so I kissed the side of his head and started stroking his back as I rambled. “You could work at a business like a café or something like that were most of the customers are older. You could work at someplace like the library. I did a local charity thing there last year and everyone in there was over eighty.”
They’d been polite but slightly confused about what constituted art.
“I like books.” That clearly meant it was something we could look at, so I mentally put it on my list. “We used to go to the library a lot when I was a kid because they had a lot of educational stuff. I liked going there.”
Well, we had one option.
“I think you can also volunteer there to have something to put on your resume besides being incredibly smart in a variety of ways.” His quiet giggle said he was feeling a bit more confident. “You can also work in retirement homes and places that actually help older people who can’t live on their own or who just need someone to come into their homes and do a few easy tasks while you keep them company.”
I thought that sounded painful and like a slow brand of torture, but Cece’s head popped up and he gave me wide eyes. “I saw commercials for that.”
“You’d be good at it and from what little I know, there seem to be a variety of ways to do that job.” And they couldn’t need someone with a lot of experience to do it. “For some people the job wouldn’t pay enough to support them, but you’re looking for exposure and something to do while you figure out the next steps when it comes to working.”
My boy’s excited grin lit up his whole face. “You’re right. I don’t need lots of money.”
“You’d have older people to talk to and you’d be doing simple things for them that don’t involve knowledge of currententertainment or talking to confusing people.” His knowledge of religious topics might be something he could use too, but I was pretty sure that would be setting him up for drama.
“And then I could take time to figure out other stuff.” He curled into me again, doing a happy dance wiggle that time which had my dick getting slightly confused about what we were doing. “I’m already feeling so much better, Master.”
I could tell.
Patting his ass got another giggle out of him and had him rocking against me again. “A lot better.”
But we still had a few more things to cover.
“Alright, back to education. It sounds like we’re putting off focusing on another degree, but if you want to continue to learn about new topics there are a variety of online courses and universities that’ll let you take free or nearly free classes. It would keep you learning and would give you a chance to explore different topics.”
“Oh.” Popping up again, his wide eyes made me want to laugh. “One of the models is doing that. He took a class about space and now he’s doing one about ancient Greece.”
That was an interesting combination.
“That might give you a chance to explore careers you hadn’t thought about without having to commit to a degree.” That was actually a ridiculous way to do things anyway. “How does that sound?”
“Wonderful.” His whole body seemed lighter as he threw his arms around me. “Having a Master is amazing.”
No, he just talked enough that it wasn’t hard to help him.
“Alright, what else did we need to handle?” There were still a few things on my mental list but the rest were random. “Some of these aren’t connected at all, but we’re going to handle as many as we can before I take your virginity.”
He couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or moan, so he settled on a shiver as he pushed his hard cock against mine. “Yes. I like that plan.”
“Jeans. You have jeans but you don’t like them.” He sighed before I could ask him to elaborate on that, so I waited for him to verbalize something.
“Guys are supposed to wear them. Everyone does. It’s all over TV and there are lots of fashion men online who tell you how to style them different ways. They’re very versatile.” He sounded like that was painful to say, which was confusing and adorable.
“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to.” If he’d grown up around religious men and old people, it was entirely possible he’d never seen the adults he connected with wearing them. “A lot of men dress nicer in their everyday life and wear slacks or dress pants or khaki pants. We could dress you up like a little golfer doll or a preppy boy doll. I think that would be cute.”
“I can do that?” Head springing up again, I was incredibly glad he hadn’t already brained me. “Grandma liked me fancy but she seemed to be wrong about everything.”
