Private Party by Graeme Aitken

Author:Graeme Aitken [Aitken Graeme]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780987329325
Publisher: Graeme Aitken

5

Chapter Five

Another month passed and still Mischief remained elusive, although it wasn’t entirely his fault. The first time we tried to meet post-London, I’d been obliged to cancel as I had a couple of day’s work back down in Melbourne as Tommy, shooting ads for a customer recipe promotion. We made a new arrangement for when I got back, but this time he cancelled—at the eleventh hour. We were supposed to meet for dinner but he sent a message only a few hours before, saying something had come up and he’d explain later.

I was disappointed, irritated, and highly frustrated. I vowed to have nothing further to do with Mischief. It was obvious the guy had no intention of ever meeting me, but got off on stringing me along. I went onto Gaydar to line someone else up. When Whopper10 sent me a message, explicit photos attached, I didn’t pester him with too many questions. I just wanted to distract myself and forget all about Mischief. I glanced at his photos, liked what I saw and asked him to come straight over and ‘use the Whopper on me’. It was only after I’d given him the directions, that I realised I hadn’t seen his face pic. Every photo on his profile was of ‘the Whopper’. I took a second look at his profile, and actually read through what he’d written, but felt reassured that he should be okay. He was older but in good shape, and his cock was certainly something to behold.

However, when I opened the door to him, my enthusiasm waned considerably. He’d claimed to be thirty-nine on his profile and I’d imagined that probably meant he was in his forties, but he was definitely in his late-forties. This extra decade in age wasn’t helped by his outfit: a ‘Lion King’ tee shirt, some nondescript brand of jeans and fawn loafers.

He liked me, immensely. ‘Man you’re a cutie,’ he exclaimed. ‘Why don’t you have your face shot on your profile? Are you shy?’

I couldn’t return the compliment. He wasn’t handsome. He was just a regular sort of guy, who was getting rather worn in the face. I could imagine being more into him if he’d been very butch and straight-acting but the tee shirt just shouted ‘I’m a big show queen’ and for me, it totally eclipsed his masculinity. My uncertainty must have shown on my face as he hastened to apologise about ‘the white lie’ on his profile. ‘On Gaydar, so many guys are only interested in those under forty. Anything beyond that is a no-go zone. I don’t like being left out of the cut and besides I don’t look that far off thirty-nine,’ he declared with a grin, expecting me to agree.

When I didn’t say anything, he hastily removed that tee shirt, revealing a gym built body. ‘I keep myself in shape,’ he boasted, quickly flexing a bicep. ‘Five times a week.’

It helped that he had muscles and that he’d taken off that appalling tee shirt. I approached him and began to run my hands over him.

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