This was my stepdad, Sal. He was always mean to me and my mom, and I don’t know why she stayed with him–I think she was afraid more than anything–so I decided to do something about it. I’d always been a wiz at computer programming, but it still took a lot of experimentation, but pretty soon Sal’s computer was flashing all sorts of suggestions at him all day long.
It was a slow process, getting him interested in guys. I think he’d been at least a bit bi, or it probably wouldn’t have worked at all. From there, making him a submissive bitch who craved punishment was easy. I was enjoying myself, I admit it. He started going out all night long, cruising from club to bathhouse to craigslist orgy, until he finally gave up and left us for good. My mom is pretty broken up about it, but we’re doing better now that he’s out of our lives for good.
Still, I won’t say I didn’t get my personal satisfaction. I tracked him down at the filthy YMCA apartment he rented with the money he made selling himself, and gave him a fisting he won’t soon forget.
Yeah, I’m a computer geek, I work in IT, so what? I enjoy what I do. Sure, I’m not the most attractive guy, I’m pudgy, maybe don’t have the best hygiene, but I get enough action, trust me. I just call it one of my on the job perks.
See, I have access to every computer in the office complex, and I’ve spent years developing my subliminal desktop application. See, there are these tiny flickers on every screen–no one really notices them unless they know what to look for, and I might plant a few suggestions for my fellow employees to follow. Take Rick for example. He’s been working out, and I love his new work clothes–those fatigues really look great. And damn, do I love cigar smokers, they get me hard as a rock in no time…Hey, don’t get me wrong, I love pipes like yours too–and it really looks good with that beard you’re growing for me, trust me.
So yeah, maybe I am a geek–but I have the whole office wrapped around my finger–including you. Now suck my dick, I haven’t got all day.
Growing older sucked. Now forty, Roy was fighting his body every day, from the balding to the body hair, to the paunch that resisted every diet and workout. There was no denying it–he was a bear, and he wasn’t happy about it. Well, he did like the way he looked, the real problem was that none of the guys he wanted were all that into his mature look.
Yeah, Roy loved twinks–he almost hated admitting it out loud, but something about their boyish looks and smooth, slim bodies drove him absolutely wild. Unfortunately, none of them ever gave him the time of day–until now. He still couldn’t believe the shirt had worked. He’d bought it online for the hefty price of 500 dollars, and he thought he’d been scammed when he couldn’t see anything odd about it–it just looked like a yellow shirt to him. But the first time he’d worn it to the club? The twinks had swarmed him. He’d gone home with three different boys, who’d kept him up all damn night.
So maybe growing older wasn’t so bad, so long as one always had the sense to be fashion forward.