I'm a personal trainer and licensed massage therapist working my way through a Masters in Social work. There is a busy gas station by a major intersection near my campus. There are always sad old gay men there, mostly retired shop bottoms but occasionally some wealthier looking saps. This one was just so pathetic and I figured I could do some field work for this paper I have to write for my Geriatrics Class on eldergays and poverty.
After a while, he pops the question. "You need a bath and your clothes need to be in the laundry. I live a mile up the road. We'll stop an---d I'll get a gram of coke and party." He thinks I'm homeless and he's my grande benefactor.
I tell him I won't harm him in anyway. I say I'm straight (I'm gay) and the entire offer is "too good to be true."
I let him bathe me a tub full of greasy feeling Walmart bubble bath. I figured it would put him at ease if couldn't see my sublime youthful naked body under the suds, my massive cock. I was distracted, making an inventory of his sad fading barely middle class material possessions and life-style. The he said, with a grand flourish "And now I'm going to soap your asshole, is that alright with you? I won't enter it."
It just got better and better. Which means worse and worse. I wanted to laugh and cry and thought seriously I should get the fuck out of there. But what can I say, I'm a coke whore and he scored some surprisingly good dope.
I spent the night with him in his sateen pink bed, naked, me on the "divan", he called it, hoovering his coke, watching straight porn on Pornhub, and he was constantly jacking off his disgusting nub and I was thinking, eek god, I will kill myself before I get to that point, my dick shrivelled into my F.U.P.A., and I felt immense pity for him. I'll give him a pity load. The perv has been eyeing my size 12 wide feet so I ask him to rub the Lubriderm into my "tired feet". I'm thinking, sure! Why the Hell not? I'm so coked up, WHY THE HELL NOT?
He is jacking off ferociously while he's rubbing lotion into my feet and I can see by his face he is absolutely wild about this! And then, somehow I knew---I just figured it out all by myself because well I'm smart - I'm in graduate school did I mention that? He wants to suck my feet and toes. As if its so scandalous and adventurous. I spend every other weekend in wild S/M orgies but feign innocence and naiveté. Oh, not my feet, yes please my feet, sir.
And of course I'm still thinking, FUCKING A - THE OLD COOT SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT AT LEAST TWO GRAMS OF COKE FOR ME!!!
It was ridiculous. Laughable. I never thought I could get into grand daddy sex and I was right! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the horse-hung cuban cop who had prolapsed my hole for last Friday night and I managed to eek out a load for my "benefactor". He seemed satisfied by the entire, shoddy, B-movie role play.
I personally never felt so unclean. He's sleeping now. I'm exploring his closets and kitchen cabinets, taking notes. I'm making visual mental inventory of his hideous furniture and kitchenware. The dirty cat litter (where is the cat!? I hope there IS in fact a cat, right? There should be 2, considering the stink.) I feel insights will come to me but I'm holding back for fear they will be horrifying and kill me inside.
Eldergays, this is aging? I don't want this I don't want this please don't let this happen to me I don't want this I don't want this Please don't let this happen to me!