MY RENT BOY

Masculine Down to Earth Guy

Laid back masculine guy paying my way through college. Just a chill dude who wants to give you a great experience. I provide a professional quality service. Don't party, dd free. Always show up, always on time. It's all about you from the the first contact. You can expect prompt responses to text or voice messages, unless I'm with another client, of course. Let me remove all the anxiety of a first date. What would you like to do with a super hot muscle boy?

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Hi Luke,
This is my second time paying for sex and I would really like it to be special.  It's been way too long since I've been with a guy and I live in a place where it's really hard to hook up.  You have an amazing body and your reviews make you sound like a great guy.  I am really into kissing and would love to spend some time on that hot ass of yours.  I would love to massage you and maybe get one in return.  Love to worship your body and cock.  I'm thinking about next Tuesday.  Let me know if that works for you. 

Thanks

Hi, all that you mentioned sounds fine, tues works.

Hi Luke,
Any chance of you hosting?  Let me know.  My schedule changed and is it possible to hook up Monday in the late afternoon?  Thanks for the face pic.  Love your lips.

Thanks

I can host during the day only before 5. So does 4 work?

Great!  Where do you live?

ADDRESS

C u then.  Looking forward to it.

One big request.  I want your load.  OK?  Thx

OK

Thanks

I arrived a little early of the appointed time, found parking and parked the car. I walked up the street to a Walgreens and bought a bottle of water. On the way to his building I marveled at modern technology that allows for very little personal contact, but very efficiently gets the job done. Connection made, terms agreed upon, date and time set and I had never even talked to him on the phone.

I looked across the street and saw that he lived across from the Carlton Hotel. I chuckled to myself as I remembered staying there with a buddy at least eighteen years ago.

Darren came to San Francisco to audition for the American Conservatory Theatre MFA Actor Training Program . We rented a room at the Carlton and then went out to dinner. After dinner we walked around the area and ended up at the Mother Lode in the Polk Street District. The Mother Lode was a gay bar that catered to mostly Pacific Rim Transvestites and Transexuals and the usual suspects that like to prey upon them. I have never been attracted to men posing as women or men who want to be women, but that night a particular beauty caught me eye. She was in her mid twenties and had shoulder length very curly auburn hair. An amazing body and seemed very confident. There was a small stage at one end of the dance floor and periodically one or more of the “girls” would step up and dance. The Crying Game had come out a couple of years before and my attraction reminded me of the actor who played that role, only prettier. Similar hair though.

I moved my wallet to my front pocket as we made our way through the crowd. My ass was getting a lot of attention. I watched my girl step up onto the platform and perform an amazingly sensual dance. She played with her hair and ran her hands over her small breasts and down her body. She danced as if she was only dancing for herself and like no one was watching. It was incredibly sexy and I started to bone up in my pants. About that time someone grabbed my crotch from behind and I jumped.

“Sorry, baby, but you gotta a nice package. Want me take care of that for you?”

“No thanks.”

“OK, but you let me know if you need some help with it.”  She winked and kissed the air.

I nodded and turned back to my beer and when I looked to the stage she was gone. Darren was talking with a good looking tranny who kept touching his face. He looked over at me and raised his beer. I raised mine back and searched the bar for my “Crying Game”. It was the first time I had ever even considered hooking up with a transvestite and now she was gone. I wondered what was going on down below with her. Was she still a man down there?  I moved to another area of the bar searching her out and finally spotted her sitting alone. She looked sad and aloof. There was an intelligence and sophistication about her that set her apart from the others. The bar was loud and filled with laughter; high pitched and false. The music was loud. I tried to catch her eye. She looked up and saw me staring at her, holding my gaze for a moment and then turned away. She had a drink in her hand. She took a drink and looked back at me with a look that seemed to be gauging her options. She drained her glass and got up, walking away quickly. She gave me no indication if I should follow her. I stood for a moment weighing my options. She was quickly gone and I had no idea where to look for her.

“Hey man, I'm going back to the room. Can I have the key?” I pulled it out of my pocket and gave it to him. “Thanks, man, I'll see you in a bit. Give me about an hour. OK?”

Darren was standing next to me.

“OK.”

“Thanks.”

I watched him and his tranny make their way through the crowded bar.

This was not happening. Darren was straight and my best friend at the time. We had been through a lot and he knew I was gay and I had told him many times that I was attracted to him. We had even kissed a few times and he was always quick to tell me it did nothing for him.  He should be taking me back to the room and fucking my brains out. Anger and humiliation welled up inside of me as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I finished my beer and made my way out of the bar to the street. There was a cool breeze and I started walking.

I walked for what seemed like an hour and then made my way back to the room. There was a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door knob and I could hear sounds in the room. Fuck! I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. After a few minutes I decided I didn't want to be seen waiting outside the door when she exited, so I got up and walked to a bar a few doors down and had a beer. When I finished the beer I paid the bartender and made my way back to our room. The sign was gone, so I knocked.

I walked up to his building and found his apartment number and pushed the appropriate buttons. The buzzer buzzed and I opened the door.

The lobby was carpeted with a colorfully patterned old carpet and an old elevator with a door was directly opposite the front door. The stairs were next to it. He lived on the third floor and I debated whether or not to take the elevator, opting for the stairs because the elevator would probably take forever.

I was remarkably calm. I felt a slight excitement but no nerves. It had been a long time. Too long and after several disappointing dates and almost dates, I was ready. But still there was that still small voice accusing me, trying to make me feel guilty. As a sixty-one year old man I should know better. What I did know was that at my age I would never have the opportunity to make love to a young man like Luke without paying for it.

I found his door and knocked. He opened it and smiled a slightly sheepish smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi, come in.”

He was wearing a tank top and blue nylon workout shorts.

“You're much better looking than your picture.”

“Thanks.”

I closed the door and he led me into the bedroom. For a student he was doing very well. The apartment was painted a sage green with white trim. The furniture was not expensive, but stylish and very masculine. There were two large screen TVs, one in the living room and the other in the bedroom on the wall. A queen size bed with a white comforter sat waiting for us.

“May I use the restroom?”

“Sure.”

I had to pee from my large bottled water I downed just before I arrived. I gave myself a few strokes to stoke the fire before I flushed. I had warned him that I might have problems. My age combined with my blood pressure medication were not conducive to achieving and maintaining the hardest erection. I washed my hands and came back to the bedroom. He was standing next to the bed looking a bit nervous. It made me feel in control, so I approached him and put my hands on his chest. My excitement began to take over and my hands started to shake. I kissed him. Softly, gently at first. Just our lips. Then I began to explore his mouth with my tongue. My hands were still shaking as they made their way up his shirt, feeling his torso and chest. I pinched his erect nipples.

“Jesus.” I exclaimed. I had never been with a dude that was this built. I usually prefer jocks with swimmers builds, but the strength of his body and muscles felt really good. “You feel really good.”

“Thanks.”

I took the edge of his shirt and pulled it up. He took it off. I explored his chest and abs with my hands, mouth and tongue. I sucked on his nipples. I kissed his neck and then I pushed him down on the bed, pulling his legs apart as I got on my knees between his legs. I ran my hands over his immense thighs, reaching up under his shorts. No underwear. I grabbed his semi-erect cock and stroked it. He lay down on his back and sighed. I put my mouth on his cock through his shorts and with my lips ran my mouth up and down the length of it over the material. Grabbing the waistband I slowly slid his shorts off. He was fully hard by now and I took his cock in my hand and stroked it while I licked his balls. He was shaved and smelled clean. My hands were still shaking with excitement and I wished I could get them under control.

As I sucked his cock, I reached down and undid my belt buckle. God, it felt good. I felt emotion rise up in me as I thought about how much I missed this and how grateful I was that I had made this happen. It felt so right. The frustration and pain of being celibate for so long washed away.

I took off my sandals and jeans. I stroked myself as I continued to suck his dick. Slowly my penis responded. He had a nice cock. About eight inches and I attempted to take it all. Like falling off a log. I was happy I hadn't lost that skill. I gagged a little, but I went right back at it and eventually was sucking it like an old whore.

I lifted his legs, making my way down to his hole. I got lost in his ass as he moaned and groaned. I fingered it, ate it and tongue fucked it. I couldn't get enough of his ass.

“Oh yeah.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”

We sounded like a pornographic movie.

I climbed up on the bed, lying down next to him.

“Let me watch you jack off.”

He sat up and positioned himself at the head of the bed so I could see him better. He stroked himself and with his other hand played with his hole. I stroked myself as I enjoyed the show. Precum flowing freely.

“Come over here and fuck my mouth.”

He crawled across the bed, positioning himself above me. He leaned forward and I took his cock in my mouth. He leaned over, taking my dick in his mouth.

Back and forth we stroked and sucked. I made him get on his knees and ate some more of that delicious ass.

“You want it?”

“Yes.”

He was kneeling over my face stroking his cock.

“Give it to me. Give me your load.”

He came in my mouth and I ate it all. It tasted slightly bitter. I figured it was all the protein he ate.

He lay down on his side and kept stroking himself as I jacked off.

He sat up and positioned himself so that his ass was facing me while he stroked himself and played with his hole. I thought how much he knew what to do. He seemed very intuitive. I was going crazy with lust. I came and he reached down and scooped it up, using it for lube as he jacked off, coming a second time in my mouth.

We lay on our backs, hot and sweating. He sat up and opened the window a little more next to the bed. The white curtains billowed as the cool afternoon breeze blew over our bodies.

“That feels nice.” I said.

We chatted. I found out he had a boyfriend.

“Really, I thought you were straight.”

He was from South Carolina and a finance major. He would be graduating in December, so I made a mental note to make sure I had at least one or two more times with him because he said he would be quitting then.

I washed off a little in the bathroom. He went after me and while he was in there I dressed and put the money on his desk.

“The money's on the desk.”

“Thanks.” he shouted from the bathroom.

We hugged and I kissed his cheek. I said I would be back.

“Great.”

I made my way back to my car and felt wonderful. I felt like I had gained some of the confidence I had lost over the past few years. So what that I paid him two hundred and fifty dollars. It was worth every penny.