I was wondering what I had done to deserve such a headache like this when the fog started to lift on the details of the previous night out. And I remembered why I rarely, if ever drank. And I wondered if I’d really said what I seemed to recall saying. Fuck this could be bad, really bad.Years ago, my friend Dave had confessed when he’d first come to town he’d worked briefly as a male escort. I was one of the only people he had shared this with and I’d always kept that confidence. I get it. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive. Though if I had to be completely honest with myself, Dave had fueled more than a few of my fantasies over the years. He was tall, athletic, and solid though he could probably stand to lose ten-fifteen pounds or so, that only made him more attractive in my mind. Even pushing fifty he was my own personal DILF and yes, deep down I admitted to myself I had a secret crush on him. But though I had always been very attracted to him, that feeling only went one way. He had a deep affection for guys in their twenties that were pierced,
