As I walked out, I put on my shoes in the dark and walked down the stairs. I inhaled a hit, hoping the high would switch the tickling into excitement. Gay sex I used to write men like him off — too old, too much. He’s not 37—he’s probably 67!“What’s your name?” the raspy voice said from behind the curtain.“Reggie. He sniffed, then coughed—not once, but several times. I took off my shoes outside and placed them next to another pair, slightly larger than mine, then walked into the dimmed apartment. I closed the door and found myself face to face with a large sitting Buddha statue. If he’s lying about his age, what else could he be lying about?Maybe the clean corridor with the Buddha statue, the incense, and the spa music was just a front—an illusionary device to lure men into his trap, his web of lies.A deep grunt pulled me back into the moment. I love it.”There was something alluring about his voice, but it brought me back to questioning his identity. To not know.“Mmm, I love sucking your cock.”Stop talking, old dude pretending to be young.I lost my erection again.
