When I turned 50 I was depressed as hell. I thought, "There goes the ball game." I had always had a very active sex life. I'm a top and love to fuck barely legal boys. Figured not many boys would want to turn up their asses for a member of AARP. Of course, I could buy butt, and had bought a lot of ass, even when I was young. You see I've got a lot of money. My parents left me a good-sized fortune and an old friend was an ace investment counselor and broker. He tripled my money.
On my birthday I arranged a few things. I made reservations for a vacation in the Bahamas. I called a real estate agent and told him to buy a house I'd had my eye on for years. And I called a contractor and told him to work with the agent and plan an atrium gym on the property.
When I checked in to my hotel in the Bahamas, the desk clerk said, "Alone Mr. Jordan?" When I said yes, he put a card with my key. In my room, I looked at the card. An "escort" service. Well, maybe tomorrow. The next day, I hit the beach. As I worked on my tan, I occupied my mind by guessing the ages of hot men in their swimsuits. I compared their bodies with mine. Not too fucking bad for an old timer. Actually I was in very good shape, having worked out and ran for years.
Back in the room, I called the escort service. The man on the line was very polite and business-like, "And, sir, what type of boy are you interested in?"
On my birthday I arranged a few things. I made reservations for a vacation in the Bahamas. I called a real estate agent and told him to buy a house I'd had my eye on for years. And I called a contractor and told him to work with the agent and plan an atrium gym on the property.
When I checked in to my hotel in the Bahamas, the desk clerk said, "Alone Mr. Jordan?" When I said yes, he put a card with my key. In my room, I looked at the card. An "escort" service. Well, maybe tomorrow. The next day, I hit the beach. As I worked on my tan, I occupied my mind by guessing the ages of hot men in their swimsuits. I compared their bodies with mine. Not too fucking bad for an old timer. Actually I was in very good shape, having worked out and ran for years.
Back in the room, I called the escort service. The man on the line was very polite and business-like, "And, sir, what type of boy are you interested in?"