I had just packed my things together to leave, when the ‘phone rang and it was Mark, my bartender buddy from Mike’s. “Sebastian, I completely forgot to tell you in the rush yesterday, but I am having a party at my place tonight to which you are invited. It will be quite a hot evening- if you get my meaning – all the guys from Mike’s will be there and a few others whom you do not yet know, but as a newcomer to New York it will help you fit into the community. Not to mince words, we are all of us gay and I thought that you could meet some other guys socially and have a relaxed evening. Bring a bottle, and come around nine o’clock.”
Mark left me his address and ‘phone number and I saw that he lived not far from where I had had my place on the upper West Side. So, I had Saturday evening fixed up. For all my rapid progress into the New York sex scene and I have to say that I had never been to a gay party before. Prior to my arrival in New York, my sex life had been exclusively with Charlie and since then, apart from my newly acquired clients, it had been limited to Craig , a one-time stand with Mike and the totally unexpected liaison with Gandolfi. So I was curious to see what a young gay party would be like: would it be my scene or not and would I meet anyone with whom I thought I might have some sort of an affinity? Well it was a sort of suck it and see occasion, about which I had not the slightest preconception.
Saturday morning was a quiet time at the gym, and Jonathan greeted me like a long lost buddy. “Go ahead he said, feel free to work out.” And with that, he left me to it.
I had the place almost to myself until, about thirty minutes later, Jonathan suddenly reappeared, stripped off his T shirt and started to exercise next to me. I could see that his eyes were fixed on me, especially on my crotch, where my cock was making a tantalising bulge in my thong. Jonathan had a superbly proportioned body, not that over- muscled look of the dedicated body builder, but that of a guy who liked to look good and took the necessary exercise to maintain what he had got. As for his cock, I could but speculate, as I had never seen the guy naked, but to judge from the bulge in his training shorts, there was nothing lacking in that department either. All in all, Jonathan had the perfect figure to be running a gym and moreover, looked like a very exciting sex prospect..
Towards noon I stopped and went off to get a shower, only to be followed a few minutes later by Jonathan, who took the shower next to mine. I could now take in the full physical profile of this stud and I have to say what I saw made my cock start to stir. Jonathan had a superb body, but as for his cock, which I was seeing for the first time, well this was also perfection. It was not as long as my own weapon, but it was perfectly proportioned. Beautifully cut it culminated in a superb knob with a very well defined rim, a feature I had always liked and the whole thing was pulled together by the fact that he was wearing a triple cock ring. This ring, which is to my mind the best type of cock ring on the market, made one united whole of his cock and large balls. It was absolutely stunning and I can tell you that I was already beside myself with desire. Just looking at him gave me a real release of adrenalin and I guess that the effect showed.
Jonathan looked at me and said, “Well, Sebastian, what a magnificent guy you are. I have been watching you for some time now, along with all of my customers who happen to be working out at the same time as you, You do realise don’t you, that you have a magnetic effect on everyone who sees you, gay or straight and even for most of the guys who have never actually seen your cock other than in your training thong, just one look at you makes their cocks start to rise. You know, a man’s cock is piece of uncontrollable flesh. Well one look at you proves the point, for your cock had already started on its upward journey which tells me something,”
Jonathan, who concluded his comments with a laugh, was but repeating what Craig had already told me several times: that I was something special with a magnetism which just drew other guys towards me. I was beginning to realise that they might be right. I knew I looked good, but what made me so different from other guys? I clearly had some sort of personal magnetism, but I could not for the life in me figure out what it was. I was a good looking guy with a big cock, but there were lots of others like me – or were there? What was it that made me different and attract other men’s attention so easily? I really had no answer, but anyway, I could see where we were heading with this our first encounter.
I said to Jonathan, “Well Jonathan, you are quite a piece of work yourself, you know. I really like what I am looking at right now; I have to say it’s all very attractive to my eye.” And, having, with that, concluded out mutual admiration remarks, we both left the shower room to get dressed. I wondered what was going to happen next, as I had realised that we were not going to stop with the exchange of compliments we had just made. It was quite evident to both of us, though as yet left unsaid, that we both wanted to fuck and how!
We dressed and Jonathan suggested that as it was now about 12.30 we go and get some lunch together, which we did. There was a small lunch place just near his gym, which typically, for a Saturday lunch time, was almost deserted. We sat at a table eating and I wondered what was going to happen next.
Jonathan, like most New Yorkers I had met in the brief period I had been in the city, came very quickly, brutally and frankly to the point. “Sebastian” he said, “you have probably realised that I have not been able to take my eyes off you all morning. I think that you are just about the most sexually attractive hunk I have seen in ages and after finally seeing your equipment in the shower just now, I am in a state of excitement that I have not experienced for a long time. Frankly, I truly have the hots for you and you had better believe it.”
Now, as I have said earlier, I found Jonathan equally attractive and I could feel my cock stirring as I looked at him, even more so than previously, now that he had laid his cards on the table. “Jonathan,” I said, “I have to tell you that the feeling is totally mutual. You must also realise that you too have a very attractive package, which I would not be averse to ‘sampling.’ was the way I put it.
“Well,” said Jonathan, “as we seem to both be of the same mind, if you are free this afternoon, how about our going back to the gym and having a bit of action together?”
“No time like the present” I said and with that off we went. Again, I was surprised at the speed the guys in New York came to the point. Jonathan was much like Craig and Mike and clearly wanted to get down to business as soon as possible.
I had never been other than in the public parts of the gym, but Jonathan took me upstairs into his office and living space, for it transpired that he lived on the premises. He told me that he was thirty years old and had inherited enough cash from his father, a successful lawyer who had died relatively young and left his entire fortune to his only child, Jonathan, which had enabled him to open and run the gym free of any financial worries and lead the unattached bachelor life which he clearly liked. Like me, was totally gay and also, like me, unattached to any one person. He had gay friends with whom he had sex quite frequently, but he had never found the right guy with whom he felt he truly clicked.
Much like Craig, Jonathan, who had had a good education, turned out to be a very considerate guy. We discussed together what we both liked to do and we both had the same ethos about gay sex, that it was a mutual affair and that both parties had to achieve satisfaction from the coupling. Like me, Jonathan was not interested in raping a guy just because he found him attractive.
“If I had been that way inclined,” he said, “I would have taken you in the showers just now, which is what my cock was telling me it wanted, but I can no more act like that than fly to the moon.”
And so we discussed what each of us would like to do to the other, before we stripped of and got down to an afternoon of copulation. We began by my letting Jonathan fuck me in my favourite lying down flat on my back on a table. As I took up my position, he spread my legs and looked at his target and whistled appreciatively.
“Nice tight fuck-hole you have, Sebastian – just what I like.” He went to a drawer and pulled out a packet of condoms one of which he rolled on to his huge hard cock which was now at least ten inches long as it stood to attention ready for action. I had to believe that the triple cock-ring gave it added stature as the cock and ball combination was now a formidable weapon. He applied some lube and came across to me and made as if to start.
“One minute,” I told him, how about some internal lubing before you start drilling me.”
“I have never heard of internal lubing,” he said, “How do I do it?”
I motioned to my satchel and had him extract one of Craig’s lube injector kits, which I told him to push up my arse and squeeze the lubricant into my rectum. “You will see, once you get started, that you will have one of the best and most comfortable fucks ever,” I told him.
Jonathan was much like Craig in his approach to my hole. He started by very gently pushing the knob of his cock against my sphincter and when he felt it yielding to his pressure he firmly, in one smooth continuous thrust, gave me the full length of his shaft. If anybody had told me on a couple of months ago that I would allow a guy to shaft my arse with his ten inch cock, in the way I was now doing, I would have said they were mad. But here I was, actually enjoying being fucked by a guy I hardly knew, but with whom I had already established a certain spiritual rapport.
My style is all of my own,” said Jonathan. “ I always start by very gently fucking my partner’s arse and gradually build up the amplitude and force of my strokes until I can withdraw my cock completely and then re-enter with great force. I have found that this gives both me and my partner the greatest orgasm and I want to be sure that you too arrive at a great climax, which is something lots of guys having an occasional fuck forget. I always try to remember that my partner of the moment is just as important as I am myself.”
What a pounder Jonathan turned out to be once he got into his rhythm. He was a true master of anal fucking and I absolutely enjoyed ever moment of it. I held my own cock out of his way and when we finally climaxed simultaneously I had a huge orgasm and shot forth an unbelievably quantity of thick creamy cum. It was a very exhilarating experience. Even though it was Jonathan who had expended all the force to get us to where we were, we both were utterly exhausted at the end and needed a rest before going any further.
“That was really a great fuck, Sebastian.” he said, as we relaxed together in a sort of post- coital daze, “ What do you fancy next? I would truly like to have you do the same to me as I am simply dying to have your cock inside me, but do you feel up to it?”
“Give me ten minutes and I am your man,” I laughed, “Do I look like a weakling? What do you take me for? Come on, Jonathan, of course I am up to it, as I will now prove to you!”
And so we reversed roles and I gave Jonathan what he wanted, except that he decided that he would like me to take him from behind, holding on to his buttocks as I serviced him. It was just as successful and was a memorable ending to what had been an afternoon of utter pleasure for both of us.
“Listen,” said Jonathan as we showered together after our ‘labours’, “I am truly taken by you and judging from this, our first encounter, we make a very complementary fucking duo as we both like it all, which is to say to fuck and to be fucked. Do you think that we could make a regular arrangement? I need sex regularly as I think do you and it would be great to have a regular partner whom one knows is reliable and who has good equipment. I don’t know anything about you, other than that you were a good gym trainer whom all the clients liked, but I thought that perhaps if we could get together a on Saturdays, when things a re a bit quieter and perhaps a perhaps one evening a week. And, additionally, I would let you use the gym for free. So, how about it?”
Well, what should I have said? What would anyone have said to such a great offer? Sex in New York seemed to be there for the taking and what with Craig’s kindness in providing me with free accommodation (and what accommodation!”) and getting partially tied up with Jonathan on Saturday’s whilst Craig was away to see his girl friend , I truly found myself on a high roll. And, as a plus, I had free access to a gym, which was a facility I desperately needed. And so, of course, as anyone in his right mind would have said, I said okay.
A little later, back at Craig’s place I thought to myself, that in the space of one week, I had found three terrific sex partners, all of whom I liked and I did not need to go looking around dingy gay bars for casual recreational sex, which is what I called it. I had Craig and now Jonathan and, I felt pretty sure, Mike would be a repeat partner now that I was working at his bar full time. I was certain that he would want more – and I was right, of course, as you will learn shortly.
What an extraordinary week I had had so far and it was not yet over, as tonight I was invited to Mark’s party, which would be a first for me, for as I said earlier, I had never been to a gay party. In fact, looking back on my school career, I have not really been to many parties of any kind. What, I wondered, was it going to be like. Would it, in fact, be what is commonly called a fuckfest? Well I would soon know. I just hoped that I would be physically up to it after my afternoon’s activities.
Chapter 19
It was about nine thirty by the time I got round to Mark’s place and I could hear loud music through the door as I rang the bell. It was opened after a short pause by Mark himself, who stood there stark naked, his cock fully erect and clad in a condom glistening with lubricant.
“Glad you could make it,’” he said. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I’ll be with you in a few minutes as I am just in the middle of something right now.”
Well, what Mark was in the middle of, ,was butt fucking his buddy, Dave, from the bar. The whole room was full of naked studs all engaged in some form of sexual activity. In for a penny, in for a pound I thought to myself and went into the nearby room to strip off, for I could see that was where all the other guys had dumped their clothes. As I emerged naked into the main room, I got one loud wolf whistle from some guy I did not know and within seconds was seized upon by Jason and Dmitri who told me that the four of them from Mike’s bar had planned a special welcome for me, which they would execute as soon as Dave and Mark had finished fucking each other.
Meanwhile, Jason dropped on his knees in front of me, took my cock in his mouth and started sucking. I then felt Dmitri push his hard fuck stick up, my arse from behind me. And so it was that this pair gave me a foretaste of what was to come. I guess it is what you would call an evening of free-style fucking.
The fun really began when Mark and David joined us, for what these four studs had conjured up as their welcome gesture to me was a five man line up in which we all fucked each other simultaneously. So, Dave, in lead position, took Jason’s cock up his arse, Dmitri shafted Jason and I shafted Dmitri, whilst Mark then shafted me. We all then pumped in unison as a chain of five studs joined together by our cocks. Other guys stopped what they had been doing to applaud us. When we all came, more or less together, Dave then went to the back of the line, thrust his tool up Mark’s arse and we then repeated the whole procedure. And so it went on until we had come back to our original configuration.
As we continued the applause became louder and louder as the other guys, who had adopted the role of the audience to watch, cheered us on, in what was a marathon fuck session. I have to say, it was really quite an innovative idea and it certainly made a terrific party piece and when it was over, I realised that I had, in fact, quite enjoyed it.
What happened after that at this marathon multi-fuck, I have no clear idea. I imagine that I was fucked by several of the other guys who were there, but I have no recollection at all of who did what to whom or for that matter what I myself did; I was just in sort of a haze. Looking back on the party a little later, I realised that this type of promiscuous fucking session with guys I did not know and whom I would probably never ever see again, was just not part of my scene. My workmate buddies from Mike’s bar had really done their best to make me feel welcome, but their scene was just not mine. I just wanted to be careful not to offend any of them as they were all nice guys and had acted with the best of intention; but never ever again I told myself later. I thought to myself that I was just a snob, which was probably true; but there it was – that is the way I am, so just accept it, I told myself; you cannot be all things to all people!
Chapter 20
I do not know by what means or at what time I got back to Craig’s place, but I was awakened by the insistent ringing of my ’phone, sometime on Sunday morning. “Who the hell can this be?” I thought, at this time in the morning. “Who in fact, has my ‘phone number as I do not yet know many people?” Well the mystery caller turned out to be Mike, my boss and, to date, my one-stand sex partner.
“Hi Sebastian, good morning,” Mike began, “If you are a loose end today, I wondered if you would like to come down here to the bar and have lunch with me. The bar is closed, of course, but I thought that I could cook lunch for us and perhaps later we could enjoy (just get this as a come-on) ‘some quality time’ together.”
So there I had it: an invitation to go down to Mike’s place and spend the afternoon fucking with him. My god, how quickly things took off in this city. Anyway, I decided that I would string Mike along a bit, and said to him, rather archly, “What exactly do you mean by ‘quality time’ Mike?”
A slight pause whilst he collected his thoughts. “Oh you know, I thought we might commune together,” came the reply.
“Commune together, what on earth does that mean Mike? I know it’s Sunday, but there are limits.
By this time Mike realised that he was being sent up, laughed and said, “Sebastian, for goodness sakes stop being so obtuse and pissing me off, I am inviting you her to lunch and to an afternoon of sex with me, as you know full well, so do you want to come or not? I thought that this would be an opportunity to explore our ‘nascent’ relationship further.”
“Well now that we have got that clear –Yes , that sounds great, so I’ll see you around noon.”
“Just ring the bar door bell and I will come down and let you in,” said Mike and that was that.
So, there it was, Mike wanted to develop a closer relationship with me, to which I have to say I was not averse, as I liked Mike a lot and our first coupling had been very agreeable. So things were working out extraordinarily well for me: it was truly incredible when I looked back to where I had been just a few weeks ago. I really began to develop a very comfortable and settled feeling, all thanks to my meeting with Craig at Jonathan’s gym: what an important factor chance can be, for it had already completely changed my life in such a short space of time. If anyone had told me what would happen to me in New York, I would never have believed it.
I got down town just after noon and Mike let me into his place. He was busy in the kitchen cooking lunch and just watching him I could see that he knew what he was doing.
“Pour us both a drink,” said Mike, “there is a bottle of white wine open in the ‘fridge.”
Whilst we were drinking and he was cooking, I decided to lead him up the garden path with the ‘Gandolfi Affair’ and so I said, “Mike, does the name Gandolfi mean anything to you?”
He looked sharply at me and said, “Yes, I know a guy named Gandolfi, he is a sort of side-slipped Monsignor who runs an outfit called St. Saviour’s Mission, nominally a catholic place of prayer, designed to allow city business men to assuage their feelings (guilt?) when they are in need of some form of spiritual guidance as a respite from their daily rush to make yet more money. In the event, it has more or less turned itself into a non-denominational refuge for anyone who wants a moment of peace and quiet during the business day. It’s now a bit like one of those non-denominational chapels on airport concourses.”
“Monsignor Gandolfi, as he is called, was appointed to run the mission by his bishop as a result of some sexual misdemeanour in his then parish. You know, it was a way of pushing the guy to one side rather than defrocking him and kicking him out on to the street. As far as I can see, no one much uses the mission and he himself has very little of any consequence to occupy his time. As a lapsed Irish catholic myself, I sometimes go round there and if he is around, chew the fat with him.”
“So,” I said to Mike, “how does this Monsignor come to have my telephone number?”
Mike winced and then started to try to explain to me how had somehow been inveigled into talking about gays and then somehow it had come out etc. etc. ad nauseam, a discourse which ended with “Sorry!”
So, I told Mike about the call from Gandolfi’s obsequious secretary and how I had actually gone round to see the Monsignor on Friday evening. Mike was curious to know what Gandolfi had wanted and I told him that after much beating about the bush it finally came down to the fact that the old guy wanted some anal stimulation.
“So what happened?” asked Mike.
So I said, “What I am going to tell you now is in the strictest confidence and must go no further, as I promised Gandolfi that our arrangement would be private, but as you are the instrument in bringing him and me together, I will tell you what happened.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die” said Mike, by way of a promise.
“Well Mike, what the hell do you think happened, just use your imagination? “I fucked the guy as that was why he had called me in.”
“You mean that you actually shafted old Gandolfi.” said Mike with incredulity in his voice.
“I certainly did – and he paid me five hundred bucks cash for the service.”
Mike looked thunderstruck but I went on and said, “Look Mike, underneath all that cassock business, there is just a human body, the same as you or I have and in spite of all the outward signs this guy has exactly the same sexual needs as any other man. So what’s the big deal? The only thing I found a bit off-putting is that I did not really know how to address him, so I called him ‘Your Grace’, which seemed to go down well, but as I was pumping him, he kept saying, “harder my son, harder, don’t hold back,” which I found very strange as here was I, not yet aged twenty, servicing a guy at least fifty years old. Anyway, Mike, just for the record and as you are or were a member of the catholic church, just how does one address a Monsignor, especially when one is copulating with him?” And with that the subject came to an end.
Over lunch, (Mike turned out to be a really good cook, by the way) I told him about my earlier life at Sheldon and my Aunt Agatha. He was full of admiration for my youthful prowess and how quickly I had found my feet in New York, but as I told him, I was in reality a very naïve young gay, as I had, until my arrival in New York a few short weeks ago, led a very sheltered life. I told Mike that until that Monday, just a couple of months ago, when Craig picked me up in the gym, I had no experience at all of gay life in New York, or anywhere else for that matter.
I told Mike that the great breakthrough had been meeting Craig in Jonathan’s gym and what had resulted from that. It was quite incredible that my life had changed so dramatically in the space of one single week. I then went on to tell Mike, that until I met Craig, I had been an anal virgin and that Craig was the first guy who had actually fucked my butt. I had been very apprehensive about the whole thing, I told Mike, but once it was done, I had a tremendous feeling of relief and I suddenly realised that I had, in fact enjoyed having my own hole reamed for the first time.
“So you now see Mike, when we had our first encounter, when I came here to talk about a job with you, you were only the second person ever to have had access to my fuck-hole and I have to tell you that I really enjoyed your ministrations. So why do we not move on from lunch and, to use your words, spend some ‘quality time communing together’ for I am really curious to see what you think communing involves.” And with that I closed with a laugh.
In Mike’s living room, he approached me and said. “Do you mind if I personally strip your clothes off of you. I am just dying to have the pleasure of stripping you naked myself and then to having another look at you. You know an American poet, it might have been Ezra Pound, wrote a very brief one-line poem which goes something like this.
‘Crushed strawberries on a clean white cloth, come let us feast our eyes.’
Well you are going to play the role of the strawberries and I am going to feast my eyes on you,” he said laughing.
And with that he came up to me and started to peel of my shirt: my pants and thong followed in swift succession and I stood naked in front of Mike, while he caressed my nipples, buttocks and cock.
“You really are something very special.” he said. “You have a superb body and a cock to die for. My god, just look at yourself, any red-blooded guy would give his eye teeth to have a session with you and as for your cock, well just look at it – eight inches soft and already growing. It’s a fuck-stick made in heaven: it just has to be the envy of any stud who sees it – gay or straight.”
I was beginning to see that what Craig had said about me from the word go, was evidently true. For some reason I had obviously a certain magnetism which drew admiration from other guys who saw me. Craig had said the same thing, echoed also by Jonathan and now Mike, so I began to realise that I had to start taking these remarks seriously. Clearly I had something, but as of now no one had actually told me what it was, that made me so attractive to other men. As Craig had said, it was the key to my future life, but what the hell did the key consist of? What did I have that hundreds of other guys did not?
Mike now dropped on his knees and gave my hardening cock a really thorough suck. “Try fucking my face,” he said, “and see if you can cum. Just pump gently and you will soon have an orgasm.”
This was something I had never ever done before, but it was not unpleasant and I soon shot a wad of my cream into Mike’s mouth and all over his face. Mike than stripped off and I had a chance to have, once again ,a good look at him naked. It was obvious that he looked after himself and worked out regularly in a gym somewhere, as he had a hard muscular physique and even though his cock was not as big as mine, it was nevertheless very attractive and must have measured nearly eight inches erect, which is how it now presented itself.
And so we spent a pleasant afternoon together, with a reciprocal fucking ‘programme’. He first fucked me, then I him and so it we on. We spent about three hours together ‘communing’ and a very enjoyable afternoon it was. I was amazed how many times we both managed to cum: we both seemed to be able to produce an unending stream of sperm. Looking back on it now, I think it was without doubt the longest continuous sex session I had ever had to date. My god, we were at it for over three hours!
Finally in the shower, Mike soaped me up, and then took my cock in his hands, saying “I just love your cock. I cannot get enough of it. You really do have an all time winner!”
I said to him that he had surely had enough after all we had done to each other that afternoon, to which Mike, in his literary mode, came out with a an observation penned by the Irish poet and playwright, Oscar Wild, who on one occasion when someone implied that he was being greedy and voiced an opinion that surely he had had enough to eat, is reputed to have said,
‘Enough is as good as a meal, it’s a surfeit that makes a feast.’
And that is evidently what Mike wanted as he then spun me round and with one long smooth motion, thrust his rock-hard fuck-stick up my arse and gave me two or three long strokes, before withdrawing. It was sort of a coda to the afternoon’s activities and brought them to an agreeable close.
I took the subway back north and thought over the day’s activities as the train rolled on its way and I realised that along with Craig and Jonathan, I truly liked Mike and could see myself having a regular relationship with all three guys. I needed regular sex myself , that was for sure, and the experience I had had with these three studs had convinced me that this was the way I wanted to go with my life in New York. The sort of free-for-all gay fuckfest, like the one my fellow bartenders had organised, was not part of my scene. Nor were the gay bars and the sort of casual pick-up one night stand one could find there.
So, after two short months, my life was heading in a pleasing direction If anyone had told me on the day I first met Craig, that I would be where I was today, with the contacts and friends I had now made, I would have told them they were stark raving bonkers. But there it was; it was all happening in the right way for me and I was eagerly looking forward to see what the next week would bring for me. I had already had two paying clients and had another appointment lined up for Monday afternoon, so things really seemed to be moving speedily along in the right direction.
Looking back on the week, I made a mental note of the number of sexual encounters I had had since meeting Craig. It was only when I started looking at my week’s copulating activities that I realised that I had more or less hopped from one fuck to the next; but I have to say that I had enjoyed every minute of it, Gandolfi included.
As the train rumbled on, I found myself reflecting on the extraordinary changes in my life since meeting Craig. I had not only been offered a decent place to live for the next year, rent free, but I had found a job, which I quite liked and I had already started building a client base for my Male Escort business. But equally importantly, I had found myself three partners, Craig, Mike and Jonathan, with whom I could have recreational sex and moreover, thanks to the ministrations of Craig, I had finally lost my virginity, which had been weighing on my mind as a handicap; as a result I had discovered that I enjoyed having my own butt fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking the next guy, so I finally felt that I had arrived fully fledged onto the gay sex scene; I finally felt complete in myself. I suppose that I should have felt exhausted after such a week of what was almost end to end copulation, especially after this afternoon’s session with Mike, but in fact, I felt as fresh as a daisy, which was just as well, as you are now about to learn.
Chapter 21
I got back to Craig’s place just before seven to find him already returned from his weekend with Caroline. I realised immediately that something was wrong, very wrong, for he looked totally depressed. He poured out everything to me; Caroline and he had quarrelled about something or other, with the result that he had been given the cold shoulder by Caroline for the entire weekend.
“If you can believe it,” he said, “Caroline would not let me near her. She made me sleep in the spare room and so, here I am deprived of sex for two full days and I can tell you that I feel utterly depressed.”
“Cheer up Craig it’s not the end of the world, you’ll get over it. Come on, let me give your cock a little comfort and see if we cannot perk you up a bit.”
And with that, I simply stripped off, lay flat on my back on the table and looked over at Craig, who tore his clothes off and rushed towards me, his cock already rock hard and in a state of pre-cum. Out of the window went all preliminaries of lubrication and condoms, as Craig simply wanted to get his fuck-stick into my hole as quickly as he could. It was the nearer thing to being raped and from anyone else except Craig, I would have cried foul and stopped there, but I could see that he was just so desperate to relieve himself that I let him go ahead with the most vigorous pounding of my hole imaginable.
He thrust himself inside me without any thought for my comfort and then pounded me like a madman until he finally climaxed in a huge cum shot, which he splattered over both of us. Craig uttered a cry of relief when it was all over but left his rock-hard tool still up my arse. He leaned on me and moaned somewhat and then after a couple of minutes pause, during which neither of us spoke, he started pumping again and went on until he climaxed for a second time. This time, I managed to reach orgasm at the same moment and we both ended up smothered in a bath of hot, thick cum, his and mine!
I marvelled at my own contribution to this little fuckfest as I had spent the entire afternoon with Mike, which I suppose I thought might have left me dry. But no, I shot a good wad of cum at Craig. I wondered at the speed at which the human body could recover so quickly. But sex is an enormous driving force and pushes men to extremes.
Craig, ever the gentleman, thanked me profusely for being there for him and it was quite clear that had I not been around, he would have gone off to some gay bar to find himself any old fuck-hole to ream, as he had been absolutely at the end of his tether when came back to the apartment.
“Sebastian, you really are the tops.” he said. Again I wondered about his sexuality, as he clearly enjoyed male-male sex enormously and I asked myself if he was not just deluding himself in marrying Caroline, when deep down he must have wondered if he was, in fact, like me, a homosexual. But if what I surmised was true, Craig still had to reach the stage where he could acknowledge the fact to himself.
So we took a quick shower and went off to find some place to eat. Craig said, “When we get back, I’ll give you another round before we go to bed. – you really did save my life tonight, Sebastian. Lord only knows what I would have done without you.”
During the meal I brought Craig up to date on what had happened to me over the weekend, giving him a detailed run down on my copulating timetable since Friday. I omitted the Gandolfi episode as I had promised him that our arrangement was confidential and would remain strictly between the two of us. Mike was the lonely exception to this pledge to Gandolfi, for it was thanks to him that Gandolfi and I had come together.
“Well,” said Craig, I told you that with your attributes it would be easy to build up a paying clientele , but I never thought in a month of Sundays, that it would be as easy as it obviously has been so far. My god, what a week you have had. It reads like a fairy story; congratulations on your success!” And with that we went back to the apartment and took up again where we had left off.
The vigorous way in which Craig exercised his fuck-pole on me led me again to wonder if he did not like men more than women: I could tell that he was hugely enjoying reaming my hole and that all thoughts of Caroline had vanished. He was happy again and it showed. He had told just after we met for the first time, that on his marriage he would stop fucking other men, but seeing the pleasure he got from fucking me, it was already beginning to reinforce my doubts about his true sexuality. I was becoming more and more convinced that Craig would soon have to face facts and acknowledge that he was, like me, totally gay. I have to admit I had had the same thoughts about the divorced Mike, for he obviously enjoyed male-male sex much too much to ever be able to give it up.
My intuition told me that both of these guys would ultimately turn out to be 100% gay. I was glad that I myself was not caught up in such a web of doubt and indecision, for I had known from my early ’teens that I was 100% gay. I did not dislike the company of women, but let’s face it, at school I had had little, if any, opportunity to frequent the opposite sex, but I knew quite clearly in my own mind that I never wanted to have sex with a woman, however attractive: it just was not me! And it is for just that reason many women prefer a gay escort when they go out and about as they feel quite secured with him; they know that he will not try to rape them.
Anyway, when Craig had finished his postprandial attention to my arse, he lay down on the table and allowed me to shaft him. “Make it good and hard,” he said, “I can really use it.”
So I did exactly as he asked me to do and I enjoyed it as if it were my first fuck of the day. I have to admit that I was still amazed at the stamina which I clearly had. Thus ended my first week as a paid employee at Mike’s bar and a nascent Male Escort. I felt very, very lucky with my lot in life and wondered what power had ordained that things should happen the way they had. Even non-believers, to which group I belong, say “Perhaps it just was meant to be” about a series of unexpected events. I can only say that I was glad that it had had to be the way it was.
To be continued.