It was almost six o'clock on a spring Sunday evening. Francisco had been trying to hook up since Friday afternoon, but it seemed he no longer qualified as desirable merchandise at sixty-two years old.

Most people rejected him for being too old, while others, fewer in number, rejected him for not being old enough. Obviously, most of the messages he received were from findoms. "Findom, my cunt" - he thought - "a lifelong rent boy".

There were also those he rejected or ignored because they seemed like ghosts. Among them was a twenty-three-year-old boy who had written to him on Saturday morning.

"What would a twenty-three-year-old kid want with an old man like me?" - he exclaimed out loud, as if arguing with a vendor in a crowded market. Because, yes, let's admit that while Francisco couldn't be called rude, he didn't stand out for his elegant manners either.

I think a phrase he himself says in an ironic tone, when asked if he's gay, is what best defines him: "No, I'm not gay. I didn't go to university. I'm a faggot for life".

The boy sent him another message on this website, or "güe" as Francisco calls it.

"What's up, bitch? Are you still desperate for cock and nobody wants to give it to you?"

He was about to not respond, but decided to do so.

"Look, kid. Why don't you go play with Nancy and leave the adults to their things?"

"Nancy can shove it up your ass, asshole. Come on, grandma, let the new generations teach you how to fix a dirty old bitch like you." - he read in a angry sequence of messages that continued with: "I have enough experience to detect useful meat, you whore. You have a yoghurt with a desire to give you a beating and because of your old prejudices, you're going to miss out. And let me tell you, I don't have anything feminine. I have a desire to give you a good beating, to see if I can fix your hard drive that doesn't work well anymore. Come on, take advantage of the fact that not all the whores from the INSERSO have the opportunity I'm giving you."

The response made him smile. It was the satisfaction of having been able to transfer his Sunday frustration to someone else.

While he was typing his response, a subtle "Go fuck yourself" arrived, along with a photo. One of those typical photos, known as dick pics, that abound in gay chats, apps, and websites.

He saw a medium-sized photo, although somewhat fat, especially his cock, surrounded by abundant brown hair and a nascent belly.

It was that photo that made him change his attitude. Not because of the cock itself, but because of its normality. Nobody would show a cock so normal if they were trying to impress.

The conversation took on a more affable tone. The boy explained that his parents were away and he had the apartment to himself, so he wanted to take advantage of the moment. Besides, the boy liked mature men. He said that, in his experience, they knew t...