It's Addictive, The Alcohol And The Dancers, Both Are Abundant Here

I am an expat resident abroad. I chose this country because of its natural beauty. Cost of living has gone up, the SS doesn't go as far. I had to relent, and take a roommate. He is a man from Corsica, a retired electrician. I had no idea he favored male lovers.

I set a rule, he didn't come home with overnight company. He agreed, but not happy about it. I learned from him, that when he had company he went to the small hotel around the corner.

One night he offered to help me find overnight company, he was well connected. I refused, not my cup of tea I told him. He laughed. He opted to take me with him. A club in a part of town I was unfamiliar with. An all male strip joint. Nothing was off limits, as long as you paid for it. Several drinks later, a dancer in front of us. Swinging his dick in my face, smooth, make up, disassociated, swinging his dick over me.

I reacted, in a second I stood up and took his dick in my mouth. I relapsed, too much to drink, too much excitement. I woke up with midnight company, still disassociated, robotic. It was expensive for a man on a fixed income. And that is how I lost my composure, I went back to drinking, whoring, going broke, crawling back down in the sewer.

I lost the apartment, ended up in a hospital. I was run over by a motorcycle.

I'm recovering, AA, and PT. What I fear most is my dirty habit, there's no support group. I got a bail out from a long distance friend to get back on my feet. I won't take a roommate, the place I'm living is an Aparthotel, one room and bathroom.

That's all my SS can afford now.