THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I FIND MYSELF IN THIS SITUATION
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By Kevin McLean
I once before had an affair with a very wealthy man and it didn’t work out. That was Dr. Romulo Pacheco and he was a lovely man. I said then that after I saw the movie “Indecent Proposal” I started to think about this issue a lot. How much would it take for me to bed somebody for money? After all, I am doing it for free, in public tea rooms to complete strangers, dirty, raunchy, anonymous sex.
It was a very difficult question for me because I have principles and I think that I am a slut but not a whore. I suppose if I had a great need for financial support or for finding a temporary solution to a dire financial problem that I might think differently.
But I fuck who I want. I suck the cocks that I want and so far, I have not needed to sell my body…hell, I give it away. But there was this one instance where I felt I was in a situation that the person I was with was trying to buy my love, my affection and pay me for my company and for sex; that was the case with Dr. Pacheco.
But Malcolm was different…Dr. Malcolm Rhodes was wealthy from the time he was born. I never asked anything about his finances or his wealth but from what I gathered he was the sole inheritor of a vast fortune that came from his financier and banker grandfather. There are still banks that bear his name. (I am not going to mention them)
He was a doctor while I was an intern and the way we met was interesting. I walked into the lunch room and he commented out loud for everyone to hear: “Here comes the best looking young intern at this hospital” Everyone turned their heads and looked at me. I turned the color of beets and loved the compliment. When I finished going through the food line, I looked over for an empty seat and there were none…he saw me and motioned me to come and sit at his table. There were three other doctors and I assumed they were gay by their conversation. That is when Malcolm asked me for a date.
Malcolm was in his late forties or early fifties but was fit as a fiddle…obviously worked out religiously and he had a moustache and a goatee…with white hairs and they were very sexy on him. He asked me for my phone number and where I lived and asked me if I was free that evening. Of course I gave him my phone and told him that I had to do some studying but other than that I was free. He then said that he would come and pick me up at seven.
About 6:30 he called to let me know he was on his way and I told him I would wait outside the house in 25 minutes. A big white stretch limo pulled up and it is a good thing I have a circular driveway that can accommodate it. The driver got out, opened the door and Malcolm got out, embraced me and kissed me lightly and I got in the limo.
I thought at that point if this wasn’t going to be a repeat of my affair with Dr. Pacheco. We even went to the same restaurant…of course Malcolm didn’t know it but the Biltmore was the place Dr. Pacheco took me on our first date and we went there often.
I was very impressed with Malcolm; the dinner conversation revealed an unusually intelligent person, well rounded and extremely articulate. He was butch beyond words…with the deep voice and that quality that commands a great deal of attention and respect. The more he talked the more I liked him and the visual wasn’t bad either…he was by all accounts a devastatingly handsome man.
He came right to the point: “would you like to come over and spend the night with me?” So after dinner we went to his apartment in Fisher Island. You have to get into a ferry to get there and I was even more impressed with his digs. He had two apartments he had joined together and the opulence was understated and in good taste…there was no pretentiousness or flaunting of his wealth but all was done tastefully.
If his pad was fantastic his lovemaking was even 
better. This was a man who knew how to make love…how he just took over and possessed my body and my soul. I was totally smitten at that point and when he actually took me to bed and fucked me it was magical.
“Oh, Kevin, you have no idea how bad I wanted to do this to you…I love sticking my cock in that beautiful bubble butt of yours…it feels even better than it looks”
For a man his age he showed no signs of tiring, he was as energetic a fucker as any 22 year old I have had fuck me and it was also the size of his cock…Malcolm was rather well hung. His firm body was ripped…hairy and I was totally into his armpits…then when he pulled out his cock from my ass I realized he was uncut…I had not sucked it before but now he offered it to me.
We fucked a total of three times that night and fell asleep in each other’s arms. He woke up early and was out on the terrace reading the paper and he let me sleep. When I woke up I was a bit disoriented and walked out to the terrace and he was there to greet me with a very generous smile.
I sat down and he said that we were going to the clubhouse for breakfast. Then he had to go to work and do his rounds if I wanted to go with him I could…probably would learn a lot.
After breakfast we went in the limo to several hospitals: Hialeah, Palmetto and then Jackson and then we went to buy some groceries…at the Epicure in South Beach. He said that he had a standing order where they delivered the same stuff every week…like fresh orange juice, some previously prepared meals and the like.
That night we went out on the town. It was dinner at the Cactus…and then he told me that if I wanted to spend the night again he wanted me to. The next day we went shopping…but not for him…for me because he said that I needed some clothes…mine were too shabby. And I let him pay. Did I do wrong?
I would never have bought myself anything that expensive nor would I ever go to Neiman Marcus to get anything…that was totally out of my league. But for Malcolm this was his milieu, his environment and that was the way he lived. He had no qualms about buying me a $10,000 dollar watch and he did it the same way I buy stuff at the dollar store.
I thought about how horrible it was right after my parent’s death that my brother who was the executor of their estate denied me any financial support over his objections of my “lifestyle”. I saw how I lost the apartment, put everything in storage and I was even behind in those payments…no income and the school year about to begin. I saw myself actually homeless for over a month and that experience taught me a lot.
They say that money can’t buy you love or happiness but it sure as hell helps. My friend Raulito who writes this blog and listens to my stories tells me that “there is no such thing as happiness, only happy moments and if you are smart enough and rich enough you can schedule those happy moments to occur more often”
Malcolm finally popped the question. It was over a very romantic dinner he had arranged on the terrace of the apartment. He brought in a chef and a violinist. It was like a dream for me and this man actually got on his knees and asked me to be his partner…after two months of dating. I didn’t hesitate to accept and we went on like lovers until death did us part. Malcolm suffered a fatal stroke that was instant and unforeseen. He actually dropped dead right at Hialeah Hospital while making the rounds. That was one day I had not accompanied him because I had to work that afternoon.
It is funny how life does offer you the opportunities and the chance to be happy and then it just disappears in one swift sad moment…evaporates like fog in the sunlight. Malcolm’s death left me devastated. I had put a lot into the relationship and I was in love with the guy. He even had taken a very hefty insurance policy without my knowledge and I was the beneficiary. The bulk of his estate went to charity and I was left with the memory of having known and loved a wonderful man.
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