We walked in the restaurant, and for a Tuesday night, the place was nearly full. We were shown to a nice table for two in the corner by the large front window—I guessed it was sort of a prime spot. In any event, it was a fair distance from a large family gathering with kids in the back of the room. I looked around, but saw no trace of Vince. When our waiter came over, after we’d ordered, I...
Usually, I turn off the phone in my bedroom if I’m planning on sleeping late, or if I’d worked the night audit and needed to sleep during the day; however, I’d forgotten to take care of this. I was awakened shortly after 1 PM by the incessant ringing of the phone located on my bedroom desk. Even after I was awake, I didn’t answer it, figuring someone downstairs would pick up, but after another...
After Vince left for work, Curtis asked me what I thought about Vince. I told him that he seemed to be a really nice guy, but as far as his sexual behavior, I’d never seen his equal. I guessed that apparently I still have a few things to learn, although I’d sure hoped that it was one thing to be aware of—and quite another to be a participant. I’d just set my limits and stick to them. Rather...
Sleeping three to a bed can be fun, but it’s also a problem when someone tosses and turns. I don’t think anyone really slept that well, but somewhere just before 11 AM we all piled out of bed. Curtis said that he’d better clean up the disaster area, air the place out and throw the bed linens in the washer before his parents got home, probably around late afternoon or early evening. The three...
When we awoke from our “recharge the batteries” nap, it was already getting dark. I flicked my eyes, getting them accustomed to the glare and noise of the TV. There was some older movie already in progress. I looked out the window and could only the deeply rich blue sky, the kind that shortly follows a summer sunset. I glanced at Curtis’’ clock—it was almost 9 PM. My stirring around and...
“Looks like you two have been having a pretty good time in here!” Vince chided Curtis as he took in the room’s obvious state of chaos and mess. “Smells like you both have been having one mighty fine time too!” he added as he inhaled deeply, and then wrinkled his nose. By now, I’d decided that this Vince guy knew exactly what the score was. I was still parked under the stained sheet. True...
Confessions Of An Escort—Part 6 Of course, Curtis and I slept in Saturday morning, waking up just before noon. A clearer head prevailed now, and I found myself want to know just how Curtis had met up with Ralph. One way to find out…ask. I was in a confrontational mood and was just about to pop out the question when Curtis interrupted my train of thought. Curtis simply chucked his morning...
I often travel to Europe on business, but this time I decided to take a weekend break and spend two days in Amsterdam. I checked the Internet and found a Gay Hotel that charged about 90 Euros a night near the center of the city. I landed at Schipol Airport and found tram number 10 to take me to the hotel. The hotel was very nicely located and the man behind the desk was very nice with a...
Curtis and I were poised at the west end of the loop within fifteen minutes. On the way down, we’d engaged in some small talk. I’d learned that he did have a girlfriend at the time and it seemed logical, since he’d bombed out of college and was basically broke—both enough to put a serious cramp in anyone’s style. We headed east on the long leg portion of the loop, checking out the occupants...
Part 4 The next morning, I was up by 9:30 AM and came down for breakfast. Mother had already been up and had hers, and was outside working in the backyard. She was an avid gardener and was very proud of the compliments she received from her friends. She’d already done her early morning watering and was moving the plethora of small trinkets and decorative statuary that adorned the back...
Confessions Of An Escort—Or How I Got My First Job, Part 3 Yep, that $100 sure came in handy. Within the week, I had to replace the right front tire on the car. Against my better judgment, I’d relented and let my sister borrow my car during the afternoon. I’d been playing tennis with a friend of mine and he’d driven, so my car was at home. Mother had a hair appointment, so she needed...
Confessions of An Escort—Or How I Got My First Job Part 2 I didn’t see John ALL the time. Soon there were others. It started out when John’s work schedule changed and he started working nights. I figured I’d just continue my loop scooping some more—not much else to do, and besides—this was more of a getaway than anything else. Okay, there was the unmistakable lure of potential sex too. ...
Confessions of an Escort—Or How I Got My First Job Just where do I start? I grew up in the Midwest. Nice enough, but other than a couple of lakes, not much in the way of significant landmarks to make life interesting—no mountains, no beaches, no swamps…okay nix the swamp. I had a really fine home life, very caring parents, and a sister from hell. Other than my stormy relationship with my...
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