The Essential Substitute Chapter 1

David, Michael Li, an elite in the legal world, is approaching the age of 40.

The road that he had worked so hard to pave was ruined when the politician he supported fell from power and he was dumped by his lover.

He was in a dilemma when he unexpectedly received an invitation from his former senior.

I returned to T City from LA to work as an office worker, but I met the boy, Chloe, who left LA without saying goodbye.

David wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but after humiliating himself and being hurt badly, he realized that he was just a substitute for someone else... Is it love that comes too late and too sad?

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The boy finally turned his chair around and looked up at me, "David, I have decided to return home."

I was silent for a moment, then bent down and K!ssed him on the forehead.

His mouth pursed slightly and he whispered, "I'm sorry."

I suddenly felt a little sad.

Alex Lin has been with me for seven years. We have had a lot of quarrels, breakups and reunions, and we have been entangled. In the end, it was obvious that he no longer loved me, but I couldn't get rid of him.

Although we couldn't talk about love, he was a good kid who deserved my true love. I made up my mind to bring him to LA, and I wanted to stay with him forever.

But a phone call from Jason Qin broke our false and stable life. Lin was his son, so of course he could take him back.

The cruelest fact is that the relationship between Alex Lin and I over the past seven years was not deep enough for us to openly admit our secret relationship to his father.

The luggage and formalities were quickly sorted, and I personally sent Alex Lin to the plane. His hair was still dyed in a mess and curled in a few mischievous curls. His face was very thin and a little dark, but his eyes were big. He looked back at me in the crowd, just one glance, then quickly turned around and disappeared dragging his suitcase.

That's just his way. I know he's worried about me, but he won't show weakness.

I am no different. I am almost 40 years old, successful in my career, and experienced and shrewd. How can I show weakness in love?

Although I am really lonely alone.

"David, you're late."

I smiled and apologized to everyone, ordered a few drinks at the bar and pushed them over.

After Alex Lin returned to China, I felt even more lonely. Every day when I came home from the office, I would stare blankly at a room without even a pet. It was simply torture. The number of times I hung out with my bad friends increased day by day.

Those who were sitting together and chatting were all familiar friends in the circle and had work contacts with each other. They often went out together to drink or hunt for beauties to kill time, but they were not each other's type.

To put it bluntly, everyone loves handsome boys. No matter how well you take care of yourself, in the eyes of your old friends, you are still a 40-year-old man, which is very different from a young boy.

On weekend nights, gay bars are packed with all kinds of men, of different ages, professions, skin colors, and nationalities. They are packed together like a can of sardines, making people dizzy.

But regular customers like us have long developed the ability to quickly distinguish the good from the bad even in dim light. Within a few minutes, Daniel's eyes lit up, and he picked up his wine glass and braved the crowd, squeezing towards the prey he had set his eyes on.

This guy is still as reckless as ever.

Daniel's image is not very good, with a slightly bald head, a big belly, and he is very eager for S3x. But he is very daring, and he keeps trying after repeated failures. He is also willing to spend a lot of money, so he is still very good at catching boys and has a lot of gains.

I am much more reserved, which is probably the nature of Oriental people.

Moreover, I was too concerned about my reputation and self-esteem. I was unwilling to lose my composure, let alone lower my posture. Even when I was being attentive, I had to act like a knight. No wonder I spent most of my time alone in bed.

damn it.

"Snapped."

It was a loud and crisp slap, and even though the bar was so noisy, we could still hear it clearly.

Several people looked at each other, lowered their heads to drink some wine, and smiled knowingly.

After a while, Daniel came back in with a look of embarrassment on his face, muttered a few swear words, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face.

I quickly ordered him a glass of wine to cover up his embarrassment.

Daniel is actually not a bad person. He would never seek revenge after being humiliated like this. He is just lustful, but he is still a very upright and honest person.

But which of those young and handsome boys will fall in love with us because of our honesty and openness?

"Daniel, we don't have to find someone that pretty, wouldn't it be more convenient if she's closer in age to us?"

"No, young people are better for this kind of thing."

Looking at the faint traces of sweat and fingerprints on Daniel's fat face, I couldn't help but let out a sigh and smiled bitterly.

Look at this awkward group of ours. Even people of the same age and with similar conditions are unwilling to accept you, let alone young people in their prime years.

I am much better than him. I am a few years younger than them, handsome, and I don't age as fast as Westerners. I am also diligent in exercise and fitness, so I still have a good figure. If you are willing to lower your standards and pursue hard, you can still find a good boy.

But what about the future?

In another ten years, I will be even more miserable than Daniel is now, and will probably have to spend the rest of my life proud and lonely.

I get chills down my spine just thinking about it.

Not long ago, the news reported that an old lady who lived alone died for a week without anyone knowing. When she was found by her neighbors, half of her face had been eaten by her cat.

I really don't want to end up like this in the future, but for people like us, the chance of having a partner who will stay with us until we die is as low as winning the jackpot by buying a lottery ticket.

But I've never won the lottery.

damn it.

Daniel was more lucky the second time he tried his luck. The tall, well-proportioned young black man with a good-looking face seemed to have a good impression of him, and the two of them soon became very happy with each other.

There were other men at the table, all of whom were quite handsome, so we tactfully sat over there, bought everyone some drinks, and started chatting about other things.

Everyone's purpose in coming to a place like this is similar. They are testing each other with their eyes and tone of voice, smiling, their eyes flickering, making feints and attacks, and secretly guessing.

Finding a bed partner requires such a battle of wits and courage, which is really not easy.

I was drinking and listening to Daniel's nonsense with a smile, when I suddenly felt a heat in my ears.

"Could you please move aside for a moment?"

The English was clear and standard, but the pronunciation was unique to the Chinese who had just arrived here. I immediately made way and turned around, and sure enough, I saw an oriental face.

It was an extremely pretty face, and the skin actually glowed faintly under such light, showing how smooth and taut it was.

Seeing me looking at him, he smiled politely. Just now, because the music was too loud, he leaned over to shout in my ear. Now he stood up straight, and I could see that he was quite tall, probably as tall as me.

The man opposite waved his cup and spoke to him. "Why did you take so long? Let me introduce a new friend to you..."

It turned out that he was with them and just went to the bathroom. I was sitting in his seat. I smiled and moved a little, and he sat down next to me.

The so-called "introducing new friends" is actually very funny. It's just knowing how to address the other person.

People who relax here are very cautious. Who would honestly tell their name, hobbies and family occupation to the one-night stand? Eight out of ten people say their name is JACK, and the rest are JIM, JAMES, and JOHN, which can be found everywhere, but they forget them after hearing them.

Sure enough, the boy called himself JACK. I laughed to myself, nodded to him and clinked glasses with him.

When we were drinking, I looked up at him from over the rim of the glass, and he also raised his eyes. Our eyes met, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I smiled, put the cup back on the table, and chatted with the person sitting on the other side. I didn't want anyone to see that I was moved at that moment.

Damn, this kid is exactly my type.

He drank nervously, keeping a calm face, and secretly thought about how to show his goodwill without making a fuss.

I'm a seasoned man, and sitting so close to him, my face felt a little hot for some reason, and my thighs, which accidentally touched each other, also felt hot.

I vaguely felt that he seemed to be looking at me. I pretended to be calm and drank for a while, but the blood flowed faster and faster, and I felt my temples throbbing.

I made up my mind, turned my face slightly, raised my eyebrows and smiled at him. He was indeed staring at me without disguising, but it was not necessarily in an erotic way, his eyes were very childish.

"You should let your hair down..." He suddenly reached out without warning, carefully combed my hair, and sorted out a few strands of my hair.

My heart was pounding, and I was speechless, doubting my luck. Although I was a handsome and mature man, I had no confidence in winning against a boy like him.

But the people around us had obviously already thought that we were a couple who were going to spend the night together, and they all changed their targets. Now I didn't even have the chance to chat with others.

As the time was getting late, most of the people who had found a partner had left to find other places to have fun. I looked at him and thought, this kid better not play tricks on me. If he stood me up, I would definitely have to rely on my right hand tonight.

His expression was sincere. "Where are we going?"

Facing his clear and innocent black eyes, I almost impulsively said "go to my house", but fortunately the stupid words were stopped at my throat.

David, don't be impulsive. Bringing someone back home without knowing their background is like inviting a wolf into your house. You might get robbed and dismembered the next day.

I am old now and I love my life very much.

I got him in the car and drove to the restaurant.

Up to this point I was still very cautious. He was very well behaved all the way, didn't say much, just looked at me intently, and answered whatever I asked, very frankly.

From the conversation, I could feel that he had received a good education, his eyes were clear, there was no sign of drug use, and he did not seem to be financially tight. He wore nice shoes, and the simple watch on his wrist was a famous brand that had been on the market for over a year, perfect for a college student. His nails were neat and clean, with only slight ink marks.

He should still be in school and not a gangster with a suspicious identity. The possibility of a honey trap was also ruled out. I finally felt relieved and put my mind at ease.

I'm not so suspicious because I'm neurotic, it's just...it's really flattering to be treated favorably by a boy like this.

After entering the hotel room, I asked him to take a shower first, and he said "hmm", and then he pushed the door open and walked in with his bathrobe. I sat on the bed, took out my wallet, and took out a few C*nd0ms and a long strip of lubricant.

Carrying these things with me doesn't mean I'm a pervert who thinks about this all the time. It's just basic safety and courtesy.

I don't want to hurt a child the first time.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, I gradually became nervous. On the way, I asked him tentatively, and he really had just arrived in LA and it was his first time to come to this bar with his friends. Moreover, he was only 20 years old this year.

I am eighteen years older than him...

Although I don't want to admit it, if I had a son, he would probably be about the same age as him.

The physical strength of young people...my physical strength...

I looked at the number of C*nd0ms in my hand. I originally took two, then thought about it and took out two more. After pondering for a while, I put one back.

Age is a cruel thing...

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door, I quickly stuffed the C*nd0m and lubricant under the pillow, stood up and looked at him with a smile.

He came out with wet hair, which made his eyes look darker and brighter. His face was full of heroism and childishness, his manner was calm and steady, but his face was a little bit raw.

Just looking at him like this makes my heart beat irregularly. Damn it, this kid is my nemesis.

I haven't been this nervous in a long time. I was in the bathroom, running water, and looking at my body in the mirror.

I have broad shoulders and a narrow waist, but the muscles on my body are a bit loose. Fortunately, I don't have any fat on my belly, but unfortunately it's not very firm. My legs are still long and have a good shape, and the space between the legs... uh... basically everything is OK.

I hope my performance isn't too subpar.

I'm glad I brought my pills with me...

Although it is a bit shameful to cheat, but in order to give yourself extra points, who can