Vicarious sin

Most of my rent-boy pleasure the past week or so have been enjoyed vicariously with Americans Paul and Marty — the guest house I’m staying in at the moment doesn’t allow rent boys at all, not even during the day for an hour or so. The proprietor, Ron, though gay, is somewhat judgmental concerning the rent-boy scene; but, to be fair, it’s also based on his experiences with some very stupid “sex tourists” he’s had in the past, who basically used . . .

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