It was true, I was older than him—probably by about ten or twelve years based on his looks—but I’d often been confused for much younger than my thirty-nine years. Not because of any special skin care regime, makeup, or efforts to dress or act younger than my age; I’d just been lucky in the genetics pool, I guess. My looks had often earned me the attention of other men, though I was not the gym-fit, muscle-bound Adonis that featured in most gay men’s masturbation fantasies. I had an attractive, y