Gay Male / 55
Older Gay Male, Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places
I was in a bar and I was watching this girl. A guy pulled up beside me and told me she was a guy, a transvestite. But if I liked that, maybe he could be of service. We left the bar and went to a strip joint. We had several girls give us a table dance, and we had a drink or two. We left the strip joint and went to this night bar, where men dance with each other. We sat in a booth watching the dance floor. He moved close and kept his hand on my thigh and I put my arm around him. In the darkness with men dancing we kissed several times before leaving.
We went to my apartment and got naked. I asked him if he had a problem with a man my age. He reminded me I was paying. We shared a few minutes of cock worship and sucking, he asked me if I wanted him to service me. I told him not yet I wanted to warm up to him. We laid on the bed and made out and got hot and heavy. After a long session of kissing, I let him finger me, and then I reached in the drawer of the nightstand and gave him a condom and some lube and laid down for him.
He was at that point doing his job, it wasn't out of love, or lack of practice. He was all business and I had to accept that. After he finished and we had washed up and showered I asked him to stay the night with me. We woke up and he let me kiss him. All night was expensive, plus the bars and the strippers. I had to open my safe to get out some cash, and give him a tip and say thank you.
Another night, another professional. I want to make love, not have sex. I want to wake up and have breakfast, not wake up and thank him for his service.
We went to my apartment and got naked. I asked him if he had a problem with a man my age. He reminded me I was paying. We shared a few minutes of cock worship and sucking, he asked me if I wanted him to service me. I told him not yet I wanted to warm up to him. We laid on the bed and made out and got hot and heavy. After a long session of kissing, I let him finger me, and then I reached in the drawer of the nightstand and gave him a condom and some lube and laid down for him.
He was at that point doing his job, it wasn't out of love, or lack of practice. He was all business and I had to accept that. After he finished and we had washed up and showered I asked him to stay the night with me. We woke up and he let me kiss him. All night was expensive, plus the bars and the strippers. I had to open my safe to get out some cash, and give him a tip and say thank you.
Another night, another professional. I want to make love, not have sex. I want to wake up and have breakfast, not wake up and thank him for his service.
