A Rent Boy to Own

By Marco May

Rodrigo is a sex worker who’s had a few years of great experiences. But lately he’s been wanting someone special enough to give him a reason to quit. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with sex work, but he’s finally ready to move on.

Enter Bernie and Edgar, two older husbears who become Rodrigo’s next clients. Given that Rodrigo loves older men—the older the better—he’s in for a treat. But it’s not just sex like it’s been with the other clients. In fact, Bernie and Edgar are quite taken by his beauty, and they have room for a third with an offer that’s hard to refuse.

So, Rodrigo needs a little time to ponder such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. These men are so much his type, and sex with them would probably be fantastic. But are they really enough to solidify his decision that could change his life forever?

Or maybe what Rodrigo’s really missing in his life is something a little more...furry?

A Rent Boy to Own is a 9,000-word short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: May 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005001940

Marco May

I'm an author of gay romance and erotica (college, kink, and age gaps). I’ve been writing fiction for many years, and I find it to be a strong passion that can’t compare to any other interest I have. I started writing erotica secretly at a young age after I’d already been drawing homoerotic content for a while.

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A Rent Boy to Own

Marco May

Copyright © 2021 by Marco May

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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A Rent Boy to Own

What an impressive house where the married gay couple I was meeting lived. It had French-influenced architecture with sandy bricks and a light-gray mansard roof that looked a bit more bluish in color. The lush courtyard with immaculate gardens and a small fountain added a beautiful touch. This home was in an upscale neighborhood of Hickeyhook, a college town near Lake Michigan and the Mackinac Bridge.

I’d driven more than four hours north of Detroit, too long of a drive for a client. Most of my clients lived much closer to home, but this couple in particular was willing to pay me top dollar because I was a beautifully exotic Latino twunk. Whatever. As long as I got my money and made them satisfied, it was all that mattered.

I parked on the wide driveway, right behind a muted-colored luxury sedan that had probably just been washed because of the waterdrops left over, since it hadn’t rained today. The car put my old, relish-green coupe to great shame. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford a better car—I’d made a lot of money doing sex work since I’d turned eighteen three years ago—but that living near a rough area of Detroit made it too risky to own a better one.

I stepped out of my car and walked along the freshly-mowed lawn toward the brick pathway, the sun shining brightly for an afternoon in mid-July. It was warm enough for me to wear a black T-shirt and dark jeans without being too hot, since I preferred dark colors. (Anything of a dark nature, really.) From the scent, I could tell the grass had been cut earlier today, and the exotic flowers from the big gardens nearby enhanced the overall picturesque aesthetic. I didn’t want to imagine how much it cost to live here. My two-bedroom apartment was in decent condition, yet I still needed a roommate because of the rise in prices, especially living near downtown.

I approached the dark-wood door and knocked. I glanced around my shoulders and smiled. I could easily picture kids frolicking the big yard. This was great for a family.

The door opened. Standing there was a sexy bear with hazel eyes, a buzzcut, a thick beard, brown body fur, and a big belly. A polite smile spanned