Eronemos

In early 2001, when I was 19 I got a job in a gay sauna in my home city. It was a strictly off the books affair, as a masseur/escort. I'd only been going to the sauna myself occasionally for about a year, after I'd turned 18. The clientele was mostly older dudes from 30s-60s. Now and then there'd be some hot young jock or a few lads my age. I'd screwed them all after a few visits and generally went in only if I'd been at a club and hadn't scored but was quite pissed.

One night, a man -he must have been 50 or so -- was lying in one of the cubicles as I passed. He signalled to me to stop. I really wasn't and and am not into guys over 30, so this leathery gentleman wasn't initially in luck. However, I must have been feeling generous and I went over to see what he wanted. He told me I was the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen in the dump of a sauna. He mentioned some porn star I hadn't heard of that I looked like. All he wanted was for me to drop my towel and pose for him while he lay and jacked himself off. He'd pay me 50, just for that. I happily complied. One of the staff got word of my little gig and -- to my surprise- instead of chucking me out and barring me for a few weeks, actually offered me to work there unofficially as a... well basically a rentboy, but without actually having to take it up the ass or blow off the old queens, just give them massages, pose nude for them and let them fondle my fit young body. I wasn't the only one so employed, but my colleagues were all hitting their late 20s and so their appeal had diminished somewhat. I was to be the new star and get a share of whatever cash I elicited.

That's 23 years ago now. Obviously I'm well out of that gig. Even if I wanted to, I doubt anyone would pay to see my saggy middle-aged arse, beer-belly and well used man-meat. I still occasionally go down that sauna though. Last Saturday I was in there early. I had just paid in and was headed to the lockers when I saw this... demi-god of a lad standing at the counter. He was already stripped and in his towel. He was just incredible. Blonde, boyishly handsome, about 20, and chiseled like a wrestler. I think I nearly came just seeing him there. He smiled as I went in to undress. I felt totally self-conscious as I was disrobing, letting my jocks down revealing my tired arse. I headed in immediately for a shower, my dick rock hard.

To my astonishment, the lad followed me. He came in, dropped his towel revealing his hefty young schlong and magnificent, white, pert ass. He laughed as he told me his name was Cian and he worked there as a "masseur," and would I be interested in his services. When I'd picked my jaw back up from the floor, I laughed too and told him he was looking at a guy who did exactly the same job in the same place as he was doing now, just 23 years ago. He was really sweet. He could barely hide his desire not to offend me when he replied that he wasn't even born then, that he was 19 now. Of course I heartily took his offer and we went up to a cubicle.

I really wasn't that interested in a massage -- I was busting to jack off and have him pose for me, sticking his gorgeous 19year old butt and hot boy-hole out, just out of my reach of course- but I went along and got his massage service anyway. He was really expert as it turned out. God, he was hot! And gentle a well. Having given me the massage, I asked him to stand over me, and lower his arse just so I could see it as I jacked off. But he was generous. He said it was cool if I wanted to get up close and fuck him between the legs. It was so fucking good! I felt like one of those ancient Greek older men with the young lads at the gymnasium. I shot a heck of a load, just making as sure as I could not to get much on him. He was just too sweet.