Things Have Gotten Difficult For A Sideline Getaway With A Toyboy

All I want is to have an escape weekend. Let me explain, I have a sideline activity which requires me to be far from home. Anonymously. I'm not famous or important, but today's electronic surveillance capabilities are quite scary. No cards, of any kind. Facial recognition. Border crossing is out of the question, passport coming and going. What's a man to do?

I went on the dark web and got an identity, the same way illegals get working papers. Got some hair coloring, cut my hair short to make that change easier. Dark glasses, baseball caps hide my face from cameras, and padded coats and pants make me look heavier. Uber to dark bars, order carefully, pay cash. And look for a target.

Picking a young guy, buy him a drink, show him the cash. I rent a room in a cheap drive by motel, cash in advance. Have some fun, get that feeling back. Hide the outfit, Uber back to my car. No weekend, a couple of hours only.

My dream, a trip to somewhere warm and sunny. A long weekend. A toyboy, cabana boy, poolside boy, all wrapped in one, whose purpose is pleasing an old man who can get it up and keep it up. Who needs to go out, stay in the cabana, let room service do their job.

But the passport thing gets in the way, the airports, excuse for being gone that doesn't raise eyebrows, cash up front doesn't work for resorts, need a credit card. Every movement under surveillance, 'for your safety'. So, a couple of hours in a cheap hotel with a two dollar whore boy. Not the same thing. I need an escape weekend.