Chapter 18JoJo
The weeks leading up to me going to Miami were f*****g torture. I’ll be the first to admit I’ve always had a thing for older men. It had nothing to do with wanting a daddy. My adoptive father did that job. When I was sixteen or eighteen, I would’ve told you he was s**t at it, but ten years on, I thought he did the best he could. He had a problem with me being gay. Well, I had my own problems with people, and maybe some of those problems were based just as much on blind prejudice. Whatever, that was never what it was about with the older guys I went with. Especially not Byron.
I liked him for his looks, for his body, for the way he was in bed. I liked that he wasn’t constantly trying to prove something. He was quiet. He was kind.
Young men are a pain in the ass. I can say
