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Bi-Sexual Male / 59
After Losing Everything I Put My Toe In The Water In The Gay World
I never thought I would be someone who lost everything. I lost my job, and slowly I lost everything I owned as I sold it to pay for my rent. I had to move to a small house renting a room, with three other people. I was 55 and I just couldn't lad a job. My car, my last real possession needed work, I wasn't able to pay the insurance, and I sold it for 1600 dollars. Maybe I could make that last two months.
One of the other men living told me that he made some money selling blood. If I didn't have AIDS or other deceases I could probably make fifty a week. That would cover half the rent. He also told me that for a while, before he got the job he had, he could work taking care of older women, that is if I could keep it up. He still had connections with the man that could set me up.
Because of my character and demeanor the man suggested that I needed to focus on men and not women. And men paid more and there was much more opportunity. How hard could it be, you suck a man off, you let a man fuck you. No names, no involvement, no strings attached. He sent me to this address and I man in his seventies let me in. He was a cocksucker and what he wanted was to suck me. He had everything prepared, the room, the chair for me to sit in, it was dark, I had taken V before getting there and he worked me till I was hard and he sucked me till he got me off. My first client, my first trick, I made 200 bucks. Less the cost of the Uber and the V, about 100 bucks. Helped with the rent.
Over the next year I became a regular to men who wanted to be serviced, men who wanted to shower together, men who wanted to fuck. I took precautions, no penetration without a condom, I carried lubricants with me. I dressed for the occasion. I made enough to cover my rent and other out of pocket expenses. Tax free, but not free of 'fees', half went to the man who organized the clients. Then I had a heart attack.
That put me out of business for three months, and I had to stop taking V and I couldn't keep it up. And then the pandemic hit and everything went to hell. I applied for assistance and I got it, even if my job had been two years earlier. I found a doctor who got me on disability because of my heart attack. I got rent assistance, and food stamps and I was living better than I was when I was working, except I lived in a house with two other men. Stuck in the house, one late night I offered to suck my housemates , he looked like he could use it. I really enjoyed sucking his cock, it gave me great pleasure to suck him off.
He came to my room a couple of nights later and told me he wanted to get off, but this time he wanted more physical touch, he got in bed with me and I had barely enough time to lube up and he got off while he had is cock in me. Unlike my other experiences when I was doing it for money, I really enjoyed it and I found that I was getting a short erection from it. He let me know that in his real life, away from everything he was gay and when he worked for the man who set up clients, he was solely gay. And he really liked being able to fuck me. I told him anytime, we weren't going anywhere, so as often as he liked.
So for the pandemic we became lovers, serious lovers. We didn't sleep together, but we spent a lot of time together in a bed. One morning he didn't come out for breakfast and I went to see if he was alright, and he had died in his sleep, I found out later from an aneurism. And he had four times the amount of V in his bloodstream. The pandemic made everything normal much more difficult. I managed to get ahold of his sister, she said she would pay for the burial and I got a cut rate price at a mortuary.
Several months later, his sister called me. She told me that John (I call him that for this purpose) had told her that if anything happened he wanted me to get his share. His share of the sale of his grandparents farm. His share was 130,000 and his sister insisted that I take it.
With some money to get my life in order and with the opening of life post pandemic I got called back by my old company and got my job back. I should say I work for the insurance industry as an analyst and with the return from the pandemic all the old models have to be updated. I managed to find a small house and I rent it out a room to a boarder.
My short stint into the world of sex for rent and my relationship with John is a carefully guarded secret. But my developing interest in and desire for spending some time with another man is burning a whole in soul. I have matched up on senior gay dating sights a couple of times but so far not made a connection. I have on one occasion left a bar with a man I met there. But that was too much like my experience when I was doing it for money. I supposed that I want to find another friend with benefits, from across the hall.
One of the other men living told me that he made some money selling blood. If I didn't have AIDS or other deceases I could probably make fifty a week. That would cover half the rent. He also told me that for a while, before he got the job he had, he could work taking care of older women, that is if I could keep it up. He still had connections with the man that could set me up.
Because of my character and demeanor the man suggested that I needed to focus on men and not women. And men paid more and there was much more opportunity. How hard could it be, you suck a man off, you let a man fuck you. No names, no involvement, no strings attached. He sent me to this address and I man in his seventies let me in. He was a cocksucker and what he wanted was to suck me. He had everything prepared, the room, the chair for me to sit in, it was dark, I had taken V before getting there and he worked me till I was hard and he sucked me till he got me off. My first client, my first trick, I made 200 bucks. Less the cost of the Uber and the V, about 100 bucks. Helped with the rent.
Over the next year I became a regular to men who wanted to be serviced, men who wanted to shower together, men who wanted to fuck. I took precautions, no penetration without a condom, I carried lubricants with me. I dressed for the occasion. I made enough to cover my rent and other out of pocket expenses. Tax free, but not free of 'fees', half went to the man who organized the clients. Then I had a heart attack.
That put me out of business for three months, and I had to stop taking V and I couldn't keep it up. And then the pandemic hit and everything went to hell. I applied for assistance and I got it, even if my job had been two years earlier. I found a doctor who got me on disability because of my heart attack. I got rent assistance, and food stamps and I was living better than I was when I was working, except I lived in a house with two other men. Stuck in the house, one late night I offered to suck my housemates , he looked like he could use it. I really enjoyed sucking his cock, it gave me great pleasure to suck him off.
He came to my room a couple of nights later and told me he wanted to get off, but this time he wanted more physical touch, he got in bed with me and I had barely enough time to lube up and he got off while he had is cock in me. Unlike my other experiences when I was doing it for money, I really enjoyed it and I found that I was getting a short erection from it. He let me know that in his real life, away from everything he was gay and when he worked for the man who set up clients, he was solely gay. And he really liked being able to fuck me. I told him anytime, we weren't going anywhere, so as often as he liked.
So for the pandemic we became lovers, serious lovers. We didn't sleep together, but we spent a lot of time together in a bed. One morning he didn't come out for breakfast and I went to see if he was alright, and he had died in his sleep, I found out later from an aneurism. And he had four times the amount of V in his bloodstream. The pandemic made everything normal much more difficult. I managed to get ahold of his sister, she said she would pay for the burial and I got a cut rate price at a mortuary.
Several months later, his sister called me. She told me that John (I call him that for this purpose) had told her that if anything happened he wanted me to get his share. His share of the sale of his grandparents farm. His share was 130,000 and his sister insisted that I take it.
With some money to get my life in order and with the opening of life post pandemic I got called back by my old company and got my job back. I should say I work for the insurance industry as an analyst and with the return from the pandemic all the old models have to be updated. I managed to find a small house and I rent it out a room to a boarder.
My short stint into the world of sex for rent and my relationship with John is a carefully guarded secret. But my developing interest in and desire for spending some time with another man is burning a whole in soul. I have matched up on senior gay dating sights a couple of times but so far not made a connection. I have on one occasion left a bar with a man I met there. But that was too much like my experience when I was doing it for money. I supposed that I want to find another friend with benefits, from across the hall.
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