Gay Male / 48
Sometimes Pleasures Come From Different Behavior
Being an educated white collar type my taste in women leans heavily to intellectuals. However, intellectuals tend not to be kinky, like the out of the ordinary. For that I travelled in a different circle, no opera, no three syllable words. There are clubs for this facilitated by the internet. My deviance tended towards males. I am a closeted homosexual sex addict.
It was in precisely one of these clubs that I was exposed. A raid by the police, underage alcohol, sexual, smoking weed, and other enhancements which was normal. Some appetites lean towards younger players. Not mine, I needed another partner, one with the proverbial whips snd chains. That's how I was found, in red panties, a leather harness, and a large plug up my ass.
I was booked for deviance, and for evidence of consumption, and for facilitation. Helping a younger player, who testified against me. I had met him online and guided him to there, but never engaged with him. I was helping him get a job, so to speak.
I never served time, eventuality my charges dismissed. But the embarrassment and exposure can never be cured. I became a pariah, except to this one intellectual, who confided in me, sometimes she went fishing, in the darkest part of town, to see if she could entice some dark man to follow her and r**e her.
It was in precisely one of these clubs that I was exposed. A raid by the police, underage alcohol, sexual, smoking weed, and other enhancements which was normal. Some appetites lean towards younger players. Not mine, I needed another partner, one with the proverbial whips snd chains. That's how I was found, in red panties, a leather harness, and a large plug up my ass.
I was booked for deviance, and for evidence of consumption, and for facilitation. Helping a younger player, who testified against me. I had met him online and guided him to there, but never engaged with him. I was helping him get a job, so to speak.
I never served time, eventuality my charges dismissed. But the embarrassment and exposure can never be cured. I became a pariah, except to this one intellectual, who confided in me, sometimes she went fishing, in the darkest part of town, to see if she could entice some dark man to follow her and r**e her.
