Gay Age Gap Erotica: I work out three times a week, eat healthy, and am a nutrition supplement freak. I’m what would be called the all American male. I have a great job, make a lot of money, and was bored shitless with my life. Sex with my wife was like it had always been. Perfunctory, missionary, over in ten minutes, and not at all satisfying. It wasn’t her fault, it was mine. Instead of being inside her, I wanted someone inside me, aham.
One day while stopping at a coffee shop not far from my office, I spied a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, maybe twenty-one or two. He had dark wavy hair and ice blue eyes with long sooty lashes. He smiled at the barista behind the counter and flashed the boy a killer smile that would have melted the heart of any man or woman. He also looked to be about three hundred and seventy, or so, pounds. All I could think about was touching him. I wanted to see him with his clothes off. I wanted to have sex with him. I’d never felt anything so strong in my life and I wasn’t about to let him go. As he paid for his coffee, bagel and schmear, I made my way closer to him and when he turned to leave I made sure my face was the only thing he could see.
“Hi, are the bagels here very good?”
“The best. Want a bite of mine?”