**special shoutout to @daddy-yoga! thanks for letting me use the pics and for inspiring this fictional story**
The week I found out that I’d gotten a random woman from a forgettable one-night stand pregnant was the most stressful week I’d had in years. I was in the final year of my contract with a professional football team and had no idea if the team was going to extend my contract or cut me loose due to my decline in performance. Needless to say, I was depressed that week. I’d done everything by the rules my dad had placed me under for so long and now at the age of twenty-seven, I was on the verge of fucking up everything he’d helped me create. I kept telling myself that there was no way I’d ruin all the years of hard work I’d put in. I knew I’d fucked up beyond repair but like always, I had that sliver of hope. While hiding out in my secret studio apartment for two days, I was also thinking about giving in to something I’d denied myself from ever exploring.
To keep my mind off of caving into the temptation, I played videogames and ordered food and worked out and slept and showered. But then on the second day, I went for it. I logged into an online escort service that I used to get high-priced women, only I decided to search for a man that afternoon. You see, I’d been curious about doing something with another guy since I was in high school but never allowed myself to take the risk and go for it. When I couldn’t find anyone interesting enough on the section of the site for men who only hooked up with men, I decided to search through the section of men who hooked up with both men and women. Immediately, I found exactly who I was looking for.
“You might as well talk, bruh,” said Mr. Dom’s voice on the other end of the phone. “You already paid the cost to get my number.”
“Sorry, man,” I finally said back. “I’m a little nervous. I ain’t never did this before.”
“Your account says you’ve been on the site for two years.”
“I mean, I’ve never done this with…you know.”
“Oh, I understand. Before you hang up on me, just know that I’m strictly professional and I care about customer satisfaction, so you don’t have to worry about anything. This will stay between us.”
“Cool. So, do I have to call you Mr. Dom or can I call you somethin’ else?”
“You can call me Mario, man.”
“Alright. My real name is Romeo, by the way. So, you really live in the midtown area, Mario?”
“And you’re not too aggressive, are you?”
“I’m dominant but I won’t get rough with you if you don’t want that.”
“It’s not that I couldn’t handle it. I’m an athlete. I just don’t need that kind of…attention. I mainly just need like a massage but I want it to go a little further. I’m not makin’ you feel weird, am I?”
“Nah, not at all. Man, I can already tell that you are under a lot of stress. I can hear it in your voice. Before we even discuss this further, I’m gonna need you to relax. I know this is your first time tryin’ this but you need to relax. I’m gonna try to help you and I can’t do that if you don’t keep an open and relaxed mind. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I understand.” I took a deep breath and relaxed before telling him, “I’m good.”
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