“There was a young man. He always roamed about in his big bare feet—never ever wore shoes. I liked him a whole lot, and he had no interest in me whatsoever," Hans Jarslon recalls. “But despite his cold shoulder, on his birthday I invited him to my secret place for dinner and wooed the lad with a bottle of wine and food. However, he ate the dinner … and I drank the whole bottle of wine myself."
Lars, his son, listens patiently. He wants to scream though. The revelation that his father had had relationships with men had his head spinning.
Hans continues, "So I’m all ‘My house looks well doesn't it? See how the whole front of it catches the light.’ I thought if the young man saw how secluded my hideaway was he’d agree to meet me there for a few discreet encounters now and again. When he finally agreed to me giving him a guided tour of the place, I left nothing out. I pointed out all the lavish possessions that I owned in hopes of wooing him. When he saw the piles of silk socks he actually broke down in tears!”
“Wow.” Said nineteen-year-old Lars, wide-eyed. He’d never heard his father tell these tales before. They were far more interesting than his tales of wooing and capturing the hearts of women. Who was this mysterious gold-digging gigolo he was speaking of?
His father had a forlorn look on his face. “There’s a reason I’m telling you all this now, Lars.” Hans said. “When this election heats up my enemies are going to come at me with both barrels. They’re going to bring up things from my past that I’m not too proud of, you see. So I thought it would be best if I came clean about everything fir—“
“Okay, okay okay … get back to the barefooted boy!” insisted Lars.
Hans couldn’t help but to be amused by his son’s antics and priorities. “Okay! Well anyway, when he saw how much loot I possessed, he almost immediately tried on a pair of the silk socks, lay back on the bed and spread his legs in such a way that his hairy naked thighs between his briefs and the socks was displayed erotically. I stripped off my clothes, got between his legs and used his socked feet to jerk myself off. Well, rather he jerked me off with his socked feet! We did that a few more times over the course of about two months. And I also bought him things like watches and suits and so on. And certainly lots of silk socks. Eventually though, we went our separate ways.”
His son’s jaw had dropped. He was more surprised that his father was an interesting person than he was shocked that he’d had what some would call homosexual experiences.
