Stan was a regular guy. He was a plumber who had married, had two kids, then divorced once his desire for men became too strong to ignore. He went into the gay world hopeful, only to discover that to most of the gay men in the city, he was invisible.
It wasn't that Stan was unattractive. He had a handsome face, under the moustache and beard. He might have had a gut, but his body was powerful. But, to be an almost middle aged man, with more than 15 percent body fat, in the city...he might as well have been a typhoid carrier. But Stan didn't care...he had an equalizer.
Stan was at the home of a high roller. His steam shower had malfunctioned, and Stan was called to the home of his highness. Stan almost laughed out loud at the pretension of the guy's house. It reeked of money and tackiness. But Stan's chuckle disapoeared when the rich guy spoke.
It wasn't that Stan was unattractive. He had a handsome face, under the moustache and beard. He might have had a gut, but his body was powerful. But, to be an almost middle aged man, with more than 15 percent body fat, in the city...he might as well have been a typhoid carrier. But Stan didn't care...he had an equalizer.
Stan was at the home of a high roller. His steam shower had malfunctioned, and Stan was called to the home of his highness. Stan almost laughed out loud at the pretension of the guy's house. It reeked of money and tackiness. But Stan's chuckle disapoeared when the rich guy spoke.