Gay Men Are Kind To Strangers Pt 1

Gay older man takes young boy under his wing and exposes him to money, love, power and a life of service. 
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I don’t understand what there is about me that makes strange men think they can do or say anything at all and I won’t object, protest or complain. It’s almost as though I have the word “SUBMISSIVE” stamped on my forehead.
So I was sitting at the bar in an expensive downtown San Francisco hotel sipping a Mai Tai when this old guy sat directly beside me even though there were plenty of open bar stools that would have given both of us more leg room.
I gave him a discreet glance, and like I said, he was pretty old, maybe fifty or so, but he appeared in decent shape for a guy his age, and he had a nice mane of silver hair above his not unappealing face. He ordered “Makers Mark—neat” from the bartender and we sat in silence sipping our cocktails.
My straw made a loud slurping noise as I sucked the last of the drink from the tall glass. The old man looked at me and asked, “What are you drinking there, boy?”
“Oh, it’s a Mai Tai,” I shyly replied.
“Kind of a girly drink, isn’t it?” he said while looking me up and down. “Are you some sort of sissy?”
Before I could protest he added: “I’m gonna buy you a man’s drink…”
He caught the bartenders attention, shook the ice in his near empty glass and said, “Another Makers Mark–and one for my young friend here!”
Since I could only afford the one drink, but wanted more, I didn’t insist on another Mai Tai…I like bourbon as well, the only problem is it doesn’t take long for me to get drunk on bourbon.
Oh well, at least the...