Bronze Monument to Virility

That afternoon, the gym was not too busy. By the time Paul had done a little more than half of his workout, he and a Black guy were the only remaining clients. Paul had a hard time to concentrate on the weight exercises because he constantly and a firm butt at his reach. And the owner kept scratching his crotch. Was that a message?

The stars seemed to be well aligned because both gym members headed for the locker room and the shower at the same time. In fact, Paul followed the bronze color guy who seemed to be around forty-five-fifty years old. He discreetly watched remove his gym short and was amaze by the scene: a perfect incarnation of the two hemispheres. When Paul tried to approach him in the shower, this dude briefly stepped back and engaged in a short conversation:

- I’m for rent. Cash only.

- No problem, is $1 a minute OK?

- I won’t take less that $2 a minute.

- Hired. I’m Paul, what is your name?

- Michael, but my intimate friends call me Adonis.

- I can see why; you are so mouth watering.

He was a mature Adonis with the butt of a young stallion. Paul relished in the scenario he was imagining for his hired dude. When they reached his apartment, Paul indicated that since he was paying, he was giving the orders. And since Adonis was wearing tight faded jeans, the first order was “On your knees, you’re in for a spanking.” Paul did not so much slap the butt itself, but directed his hand inside the crotch where the jean seams meet. That triggered a slight “Ouch!” at first, followed by moans of pleasure.

Adonis was 6’1” and Paul 6’2”. The dude weighed about 220 and Paul a little over 200 lbs. But there was not one once of fat on Adonis’ athletic body. He ordered his rent-man to remove 99% of his clothes and stand at attention in his jockstrap. Paul had in front of him a bronze Monument to Virility.

- I’m going to lick, kiss, bite and suck every inch of your fucking body.

- Sorry, but I’m not keen on kissing a stranger on the lips.

- Will an extra dollar-a-minute change your disposition?

- Yes, Sir!

- That’s the way I like it. You call me Sir from now on.

Paul choreographed an oral ballet in which Adonis proved to be a bit hesitant at first and then gradually becoming a pure slut. Paul did not have to give the next order, Adonis positioned himself for a 69 exam, master and slave sucking each other’s hard dick with appetite. Cut or uncut, the rod always offers a succulent mushroom. Feeling that Adonis was almost on the verge of cumming or making soup, Paul abruptly stopped:

- Don’t cum now, the best is to come.

- What do you mean, Sir?

- I want to rim you.

- My partner is not into that, but I adore it.

- You are in for a treat, but I will deduct $1 for that period since I’m the one who’s giving the pleasure.

- You are a nasty negotiator, Sir, and I am your obedient servant.

Paul slid his tongue on Adonis’ cock, balls and ass crack to reach the anus. “In French, we call it rosette or rose bud.” Sir darted his servant’s ass hole with frenzy, spitting on it, licking and kissing it voraciously, savoring the aroma of Masculinity. Adonis was ready to explode. “Wait, I want to drink your nectar!” Back to the 69 position, both engaged in the last steps of the choreography to receive a succulent milky drink. 100% Homo!

Adonis, who was an accountant, looked at his watch and made a rough calculation. “You are at about $200. To be honest, I am not a Rent Man, I just said that because you looked so interested and you could be my father, age wise. But if I like older guys and if I can visit once a week, there is no charge.” Paul and Adonis shook hands and kissed greedily. When Adonis left the apartment, Paul gave a firm slap on the delicious ass tightly wrapped in faded blue jeans.

- Next week, you get to wear my red jockstrap.

- Can barely wait, Sir!