It had been a tight month and that's what had decided him. His rent was due – and he'd make it – but he wouldn't be eating for the rest of the week. Male escort work beckoned...
He knew enough about the industry though to know that if he wanted to do well, he'd need to be available to male clients or he just wouldn't make it in his city. So, here he was sitting in his car, in front of the house of someone he'd met on a dating website...
Single Guy 50s...horny...looking for men 25 to 45 for casual but safe sex only...drop me a line and lets see what happens from there. Beginners extremely welcome...
They had chatted for weeks, discussed what fantasies he was considering – and to be honest, he was curious about having a man – and there was a fair idea of what could...would...happen when the meeting finally took place. His mouth was dry from the nerves...
Minutes passed...and before he knew it, he was standing at the door. The house was a villa, probably early 1900s, surrounded by hedges and very discreet. The door opened.
First impressions count they say...he was tall, slim, greying and in his 50s as he'd said in the ad. Nice smile, friendly voice..."Come on in," he said "My name's Jason."
He followed Jason through the house and into the bedroom. A heater blazed out warming the room which was stylishly decorated. Tasteful pictures of naked men with muscled physiques adorned the walls...the floor was polished wood and the bed was covered with a rich purple spread. The walls were cream in shade and the curtains – which Jason began to close – matched the bed linen.
Jason moved towards him and began to undress him – no further conversation seemed necessary. He lifted up his arms to allow his t-shirt to be removed, still surprised in his own mind that he was trying this. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." he thought to himself.
The older man reached for his trousers, and he stopped him for a moment...eyes met...he spoke. "Allow me..."
