My Life In Miami Is Just Like Agador From The Birdcage

I came to college in Florida from Puerto Rico. I was surprised as to how open south beach was, so many gay people. I wanted to be like them but I wasn't like them. I liked to see the young men who wore small bikini on roller blades. I dreamt about them, pulling their bikini down and their sausage jumping out at me. I was gay in San Juan, but very in the closet. Now in Miami I could go anywhere and I would be around gay people. I met this one guy, Roberto, but he did cocaine and I wasn't comfortable with that. I was in Miami for over six months before I met someone to kiss me. He was older for me, and drove a Mercedes. He sold real estate and liked young boys.

I was in Miami to go to school, but on weekends it was south beach. I can't count how many cocks I sucked that first year. Or how many cocks busted my buns for me. I was in seventh heaven by the end of the first year in college. But I knew I was overdoing it, I wasn't getting ahead I was becoming one of them, and maybe if I was lucky I would be waiter. I had to stay in college, I needed a degree. I made myself a promise and I called the realtor and told him I was ready to be his boyfriend, if he still meant that he would take care of me. I watched that movie The Birdcage over and over, I pretended to be Agador. I was the perfect boyfriend. Agador was my role model.

When I graduated my parents and my grandmother came to the graduation. They wanted to see where I lived. I couldn't take them to my gay Daddy's place, so I borrowed an apartment of straight friend. Nothing but girls for me. I hated every minute of it. I missed my gay Daddy, but my parents stayed two weeks while I had to pretend I was straight. I missed Agador.

Finally my parents left and I was able to return to my gay Daddy. I am now in real estate for my gay Daddy, I do some sales but I am mostly in the office. For my graduation my gay Daddy gave me 300 coupe convertible. Not new, almost new, but beautiful.