Paying For Sex

Have you?

I know in my past, before I got married, I sure as hell did. I mean come on, I am not skinny, not young or well built, so what else was there? I mean no one, until I met David, was remotely interested in getting it on with a fat old fart, and that was even when I was in my twenties.

There are lots of ways we pay for our sex, whether it is outright cash, or expensive gifts, fancy dinners out, and so on. Somehow, it seems we are always paying for it, doesn’t it?

Looking back on all those boys, I have to admit, they weren’t all exactly the cream of the crop. Yeah, some were rather attractive, had nice dicks, but you know, nothing like how it is in any of the stories, including my own.  Like in  ”Harvard Freshman“, the hustler is hot, but I never met one quite like him, in the real world. Wish I had, but not my luck.

I mean you read a lot of sex for pay stories, and it is funny how damn hot they are, but in reality, there simply aren’t that many hot guys selling their asses. Least not in any of the bars I’ve been to, and that has been a few. From Toronto to Honolulu, London to San Francisco, there were lots of guys, just none that were what I’d call, Grade A.

I’d remember if I ever found one like him. Guess that is one reason why adult sites like Boyz Party are popular, least there you are pretty certain of finding just the right type of guy, to help make your fantasy seem a bit more real, a bit more obtainable.