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This story is loosely based on my experiences, all characters are over 18 years of age and fictional.
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Sometimes, when people with a very high sex drive find themselves going through a dry patch, they get creative. My name is Mike. I'm a late 20's, all American male with a good job in sales. I have a nice car and a nice apartment, but I haven't had a serious girlfriend in almost a year.
I'm a little over 6 feet, four inches tall, and I'm very physically fit. I spend plenty of time lifting weights at the gym, or running out on the trails. People tell me I'm funny, and I don't think I'm a dork, so I've become a little frustrated that I still find myself alone. I'm very disappointed that my only sexual outlet at the moment is internet porn and, well, you get the picture.
One weeknight, after maybe one too many cocktails, I decided to turn to craigslist to see if I could find someone who might be as desperate as I. Scrolling thought the list of categories, I quickly found "Girls Seeking Guys," and clicked the link. To my despair, most of the posts were very old, and few seemed like someone my type. After all, I wasn't looking for a BBW who wanted to be a pillow princess, and I certainly wasn't looking to be "generous".
Out of curiosity, I clicked on the "Guys seeking Guys" link, and was frankly surprised by the number of posts. There seemed to be pages of recent posts, and these horn dogs were getting right to the point in their graphic titles. As I glanced down the list, I couldn't deny that I was getting very aroused reading just the titles of each post.
Somewhere, in the middle of the first page, one post jumped out at me.
"Doctor seeks houseboy," the title said. I clicked on the post and started reading the contents.
"Doctor in his 50's seeks younger man to perform duties at my private home, 3 days a week," that was it. That was the entire post.
I was oddly curious about what this doctor was seeking. I wondered why he needed a houseboy, and what "duties" would he need performed.
So, I clicked reply.
"Hi, I'm 28, I have a full time job in sales, but I could be available after work if that interests you," I typed.
I then entered my email in the box as requested, and paused.
"What the hell," I thought, and pressed send.
I closed my laptop, poured myself another cocktail and planted myself on the couch in front of the TV.
Unexpected Response Comes Quickly
A few minutes later, my phone made the familiar "ding" of an incoming email. I looked down at my phone, expected some annoying work email, but instead, I found a new email in my personal inbox. It was a reply from the craigslist doctor.
"Are you willing to work naked?" was the entire reply.
I smiled my usual mischievous smile I get when moderately buzzed, and typed, "Yes."
A few seconds later, the doctor again replied, "When would you like to interview?"
"Interview? Who the hell is this guy, and is he actually serious?" I wondered.
