It's too late to back out now; I'm just too far gone for any of it to matter, not to me at least.
But you might still have a chance, if you heed my warning.
* * *
I was way too old for staring at cute boys online, but there I was, scrolling through Tumblr looking at the cute boys online. I'd just turned 50, and my life was mostly satisfactory -- in all but one area.
See, I'd managed to get through the first 20 years of my marriage, and the first two kids, completely suppressing my bisexuality. But then the Internet happened, and getting caught just looking at the wrong stuff meant my marriage spiraled out, and Carol left, taking the kids with her. It only took five years to rebuild any semblance of a relationship there, but both kids were surprisingly cool about the whole thing. I guess it is a different world now. Anyway, Bobby and Charlotte were grown up enough and I guess they worked on Carol to the point where she was over being mad, finally. A little therapy for her meant she stopped internalizing my bi issues as her failure, and she's much happier now. Hell, I even liked that guy she started dating last year.
To be fair, the guy -- Eddie -- was hot. Hot like I used to be, before 20 years of desk jockeying and self-loathing took their toll. I'd gotten flabby, my college hunk days long behind me. Eddie, unlike me, had stayed active in sports and went to the gym regularly, and ate properly. He also played the guitar rather well, which I found unfair.
But he was a good guy, good to my ex-wife and good to my kids, even if he was a few years younger than Carol. He'd even got Carol on the bandwagon, and she looked better than she had in ages -- practically a MILF.
I tried to be glad they were happy, but I'd had a rough few years, between the divorce and the foreclosure and the health scare with my ticker. And through all of it, I'd been pretty lonely.
But then I got a better job, and while at a conference in Vegas, I hit a jackpot and was able to clear my debts and cover my kids' college needs. Bought the kids cars, too, which made me at least feel like a proper dad again. So for the last year, I'd been on an upswing.
But one thing I had not done was find someone to come home to, and I missed it. I also missed having someone to fool around in bed with, or cuddle with, or argue about the laundry or dishes with. And I was years overdue for a good fuck.
So there I was, pathetic and middle-aged and too lazy to get in shape and go looking, not when I could fantasize about those sexy online boys. Tomorrow, it would be hot chicks, but today, it was chiseled, sculpted 20-somethings. The same thing that had got me in trouble in the first place. I'd get my rocks off stroking my slightly-less-than-average cock, and then go to bed.
When the popup chat window appeared, I closed it.. But it was persistent.
FAIRTRADER123: Hi! Let's talk.
ME: Not really in the mood, just here to get my rocks off.
FAIRTRADER123: Obviously. But I have a proposition for you. No money involved.
I yawned.
FAIRTRADER123: totally legit -- nothing illegal here. Just tell me what you want, and I'll tell you if I can get it, and if you want it, we'll make it happen.
ME: Cute RP idea
FAIRTRADER123: It's real dude. Your name is Michael, and you're 50, and you're currently looking at hot young stud.
ME: You're creeping me out.
FAIRTRADER123: Sorry did't mean to creep you out.
ME: It's okay.
FAIRTRADER123: But the offer is real.
ME: The list of shit I'd change is pretty long. I'm guessing I can't afford it.
FAIRTRADER123: I never charge more than you're willing to give up, And don't worry too much about payment. It's always a fair trade.
ME: .....
FAIRTRADER123: So what are you unhappy with? What would you change, and what would you trade to get it?
I thought about it. And I thought about Eddie, and about those boys on those sites. I'd never really enjoyed my young adulthood, between job and kids. I'd never really partied, never fucked around. I'd never really experienced the vitality of my younger years, never been young-dumb-and-full-of-cum. Never been really hot, just sort of attractive, back in the day.
FAIRTRADER123: Come to a decision?
ME: Well, I'd trade a lot for youthful vitality. The "me" I could have been if I'd taken a different road.
FAIRTRADER123: That's a pretty big ask.
ME: Since we're just joking, who cares?
FAIRTRADER123: How about every improvement costs you a year of your life.
ME: You mean I'd forget them? Well, a few memories I could manage without.
FAIRTRADER123: You're certain about this?
ME: What the hell. yeah. How do I do it?
FAIRTRADER123: You just say you'll trade for something. So long as it seems like a fair trade.
ME: What, like "I'll trade for a bigger cock" or something?
FAIRTRADER123:....you might want to be careful. Specifics are best.
FAIRTRADER123: so do we have a deal?
Me: why not.
But you might still have a chance, if you heed my warning.
* * *
I was way too old for staring at cute boys online, but there I was, scrolling through Tumblr looking at the cute boys online. I'd just turned 50, and my life was mostly satisfactory -- in all but one area.
See, I'd managed to get through the first 20 years of my marriage, and the first two kids, completely suppressing my bisexuality. But then the Internet happened, and getting caught just looking at the wrong stuff meant my marriage spiraled out, and Carol left, taking the kids with her. It only took five years to rebuild any semblance of a relationship there, but both kids were surprisingly cool about the whole thing. I guess it is a different world now. Anyway, Bobby and Charlotte were grown up enough and I guess they worked on Carol to the point where she was over being mad, finally. A little therapy for her meant she stopped internalizing my bi issues as her failure, and she's much happier now. Hell, I even liked that guy she started dating last year.
To be fair, the guy -- Eddie -- was hot. Hot like I used to be, before 20 years of desk jockeying and self-loathing took their toll. I'd gotten flabby, my college hunk days long behind me. Eddie, unlike me, had stayed active in sports and went to the gym regularly, and ate properly. He also played the guitar rather well, which I found unfair.
But he was a good guy, good to my ex-wife and good to my kids, even if he was a few years younger than Carol. He'd even got Carol on the bandwagon, and she looked better than she had in ages -- practically a MILF.
I tried to be glad they were happy, but I'd had a rough few years, between the divorce and the foreclosure and the health scare with my ticker. And through all of it, I'd been pretty lonely.
But then I got a better job, and while at a conference in Vegas, I hit a jackpot and was able to clear my debts and cover my kids' college needs. Bought the kids cars, too, which made me at least feel like a proper dad again. So for the last year, I'd been on an upswing.
But one thing I had not done was find someone to come home to, and I missed it. I also missed having someone to fool around in bed with, or cuddle with, or argue about the laundry or dishes with. And I was years overdue for a good fuck.
So there I was, pathetic and middle-aged and too lazy to get in shape and go looking, not when I could fantasize about those sexy online boys. Tomorrow, it would be hot chicks, but today, it was chiseled, sculpted 20-somethings. The same thing that had got me in trouble in the first place. I'd get my rocks off stroking my slightly-less-than-average cock, and then go to bed.
When the popup chat window appeared, I closed it.. But it was persistent.
FAIRTRADER123: Hi! Let's talk.
ME: Not really in the mood, just here to get my rocks off.
FAIRTRADER123: Obviously. But I have a proposition for you. No money involved.
I yawned.
FAIRTRADER123: totally legit -- nothing illegal here. Just tell me what you want, and I'll tell you if I can get it, and if you want it, we'll make it happen.
ME: Cute RP idea
FAIRTRADER123: It's real dude. Your name is Michael, and you're 50, and you're currently looking at hot young stud.
ME: You're creeping me out.
FAIRTRADER123: Sorry did't mean to creep you out.
ME: It's okay.
FAIRTRADER123: But the offer is real.
ME: The list of shit I'd change is pretty long. I'm guessing I can't afford it.
FAIRTRADER123: I never charge more than you're willing to give up, And don't worry too much about payment. It's always a fair trade.
ME: .....
FAIRTRADER123: So what are you unhappy with? What would you change, and what would you trade to get it?
I thought about it. And I thought about Eddie, and about those boys on those sites. I'd never really enjoyed my young adulthood, between job and kids. I'd never really partied, never fucked around. I'd never really experienced the vitality of my younger years, never been young-dumb-and-full-of-cum. Never been really hot, just sort of attractive, back in the day.
FAIRTRADER123: Come to a decision?
ME: Well, I'd trade a lot for youthful vitality. The "me" I could have been if I'd taken a different road.
FAIRTRADER123: That's a pretty big ask.
ME: Since we're just joking, who cares?
FAIRTRADER123: How about every improvement costs you a year of your life.
ME: You mean I'd forget them? Well, a few memories I could manage without.
FAIRTRADER123: You're certain about this?
ME: What the hell. yeah. How do I do it?
FAIRTRADER123: You just say you'll trade for something. So long as it seems like a fair trade.
ME: What, like "I'll trade for a bigger cock" or something?
FAIRTRADER123:....you might want to be careful. Specifics are best.
FAIRTRADER123: so do we have a deal?
Me: why not.