How did a gorgeous straight 22-year-old blond god come to be sitting and stroking his beautiful big dick on an old Manhattan gay man’s couch without money exchanging hands? It began with an email:
Hi! I hope this finds you well. My name is Connor and I was in the Off-Broadway show "A Prisoner’s Tale,” which you reviewed. I am contacting you because I have recently founded a theater company and our second production is coming up March 10th on Zoom. It would be great if you could pop in for a bit and check it out, I'll send you the Zoom link if you're interested. Also feel free to look at our inaugural performance on our website.
I am the editor-in chief of and the chief drama critic for a reputable New York City-based theater-centric website. I created it 15 years ago, after the newspaper I worked at for 12 years was sold and I had the offer of a buyout. Now, I’m able eke out a living from the website’s advertising revenue and occasional freelance writing assignments. It also helps to have had a modest rent-stabilized Hell’s Kitchen apartment for over 30 years.
I’m a 57-year-old single gay man, medium height and in decent shape. I have good friends but haven’t dated in years. My sex life was previously confined to Craigs List’s Men Seeking Men postings before that was suspended. So, I haven’t indulged in my type of man and interest for quite some time. Of course, my interest is in sucking off attractive guys in their 20’s. I’m as shallow as most everyone else and was in the habit of often paying. There were many broke handsome college guys putting up Craigs List ads offering their dicks for a reasonable cash fee to old men. I had many such happy encounters. I’ve learned to live without that pleasure.
I had no memory of Connor or his play. That’s not unusual as before the pandemic I was seeing and writing about four shows a week on average. Searching my website’s archives, I saw that I reviewed it in September 2019. It was a rave for the play and for Connor. No wonder! Now, I remembered him from the pictures, especially that bulge in his prison jumpsuit. He was very tall, curly blond hair, thin but toned and so cute and masculine. “Commanding” was how I described his performance. The play, was the memoir of privileged white guy who served time for drunk driving. The novelty was the actual guy now in his 50’s appeared at the beginning and the end, while Connor played him as a young man on the inside. It honestly was very good, and I raved not just because it had a dreamboat in the lead.
Searching Connor’s Facebook, I learned that he was from Illinois, was interested in women and had an attractive young girlfriend. The year he graduated high school established him as now being 22. His pictures were normal stuff and nothing too revealing. Ah! There he was alluringly shirtless, displaying a treasure trail on a beach with his amiable parents during a Florida vacation last year. Upon intense scrutiny, that fitted light blue swim suit revealed the outline of his semi-hard large dick and it’s no doubt luscious head. I got hard looking at it. I jerked off while looking at it.
Connor,
In the next few weeks there could be a story along the lines of "A new theatre company's creation in the aftermath of the pandemic, etc..."
I have ethics and a sense of morality. If a 70-year-old woman had written me about a theater company she had created, I would do the same thing. I seek to champion those making theater especially in this era when there are no live shows to review.
Connor’s first Zoom show were two-character scenes from five classic plays capably performed by him and the cast. I had no desire to watch another such event, hence my offer to post a feature story on his new theater company which would get him exposure. “Thank you so much, I appreciate it more than you know!” he replied.
My breezy copy was accompanied by performance pictures and a gorgeous headshot of him posing a against a brick wall. I jerked off several times while looking at it. The story was professional and of paid-publicist quality. I emailed the link to Connor who again thanked me.
Weeks later, after his company’s Zoom show he reached out:
We had such a great response in terms of ticket sales due to your great story! What is your mailing address? I’d like send you something in appreciation.
I replied with my address, best wishes and thought nothing off this offer. A few days after, I had an email from Connor: “Hey! I had things to do in your area and if you’re not busy I’d like to stop by.” It was 2:00 PM and I shut off a Netflix series and replied that I was free. This was certainly dramatic. 10 minutes later, I buzzed the downstairs door, opened my front door and stood in the doorway. I heard Connor walking up the steps to my third floor apartment. There he was! I felt faint. He was wearing blue Champion sweatpants, sneakers and a blue sweatshirt. “Glad we could met up” he smiled. “Likewise!” I led him into my apartment. He towered over me. He was even more stunningly youthful and blond in person.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked.
“No thanks, I’m good” Connor said as he sat on my living room couch. “Actually, I don’t have much time. I’ve learned that in this business, you have to blunt and aggressive. I’m grateful for what you’ve did for me, and I’d like to give you this in return” he said as he spread his legs and tugged his crotch. I just stared at him speechless.
“I’ve looked at your Facebook, you’re obviously gay. Hey, I’ve gone in to meet casting directors and offering this up is expected, that’s just part of the business. I’m cool with it” he said as he pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs. He was as gorgeous below the waist as he was above. He was now stroking his big beautiful cut young dick. He had a trimmed blond bush and fantastic smooth balls. Wonder of wonders, miracles of miracles. I’d never expected this, nor unlike some of my colleagues did I demand this in return for my work.
I dropped down to my knees which creaked and got between this god’s legs. Connor closed his eyes. I lifted up his sweatshirt and felt his warm solid chest, pecs, nipples and his ridged abs. Then I held his heavy balls and played with his throbbing dick and ran my fingers over his slit which was oozing precum. Oh, to experience boyflesh again.
He was around seven and half perfect inches of which I kissed the magnificently sculpted head and licked the underside of. It was just as luscious as I imagined it to be from his swimsuit picture. I took him in my hungry thirsty mouth. His scent was clean and fresh. I licked and savored his cock. It had been so long for me, tasting his precum made me shiver. I tongued his magnificent balls. He moaned. Then I began earnestly deepthroating him like the very practiced old cocksucker that I am. I never wanted this to end. This life affirming joy of being on my knees before a beautiful boy and having the privilege of serving him.
Alas, because of his youth and my superior oral skills, this event was coming to an end. As Connor moaned feverishly, I felt his cock spasm and then there was the glorious rush of his delectable hot boy juice flooding my throat. I eagerly gulped down every bit of it. I took my mouth of his cock and took my distance from him.
“Sweet” he said as he opened his eyes and smiled. He pulled up his boxer briefs and sweatpants. I saw him to the door, and he left. I’d been fighting back tears, but now I wept openly.
