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Confessions Of An Escort--Part12

by Sparky


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 casually asked if Vince was working. The waiter replied, “Vince my father, or Vince, Jr.?”

I could do little to conceal the surprised look on my face. I’d already forgotten our waiter’s name a couple seconds after he’d said it in his greeting. He didn’t look anything like Vince, he had a well-tanned face and arms, and blonde hair that looked like it had been thoroughly sun-bleached. He was ruggedly athletic in build, and this guy had a face that should grace the cover of one of those teen hunk magazines! He was handsome and masculine, but his face was just plain cute! He had dimples when he smiled, which was what he was doing while he was waiting for my answer.

“That’d be Vince Jr. Actually, we just met up and I just found out we’re both going to Atlantic U this fall. It’s my first year and it’ll be great to know somebody from home I guess.”

“Oh, you must be Brian. Yeah, Vince was talking about you just this afternoon. I guess he’s trying to see if he can change his plane ticket so he can ride back to school with you. By the way, again—I’m Vance. I’ve got another year left, but then I’m thinking about Atlantic too!”

“Nice to meet you Vance, this is my mother, Elizabeth. I’d never guessed, you don’t look anything like your brother.”

“Nice to meet you m’am!”

I could tell Elizabeth was impressed—Vance was definitely a polite and fine looking young man. “I’ve heard some great things about your restaurant, and by the looks of the crowd, a good many people agree!”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy your meal. My father’s actually the head chef tonight. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

We both advised that we were just fine for now and Vance headed off for the kitchen. “He’s sure a fine looking boy…” she started in “If his brother’s anything like him, I’m sure glad you’ll have someone you know at school. You know, I didn’t even know this place was even here. I’ll have to bring your father here sometime.”

Okay, things were going well—maybe a little too fine. But introducing Vince was going to be a piece of cake. Speaking of Vince, Vance hadn’t answered by question—I guessed Vince was off tonight. I decided to chide my mother a bit, “Now Elizabeth, don’t go trying to inflict my sister on poor Vance!” She blushed slightly; I knew I’d caught her thoughts.

“Brian, I’d never do such a thing—especially after this afternoon’s ordeal. With a temper and attitude like hers, I don’t think any man’s ever going to want her. She’ll probably wind up being an angry old spinster—you know like your aunt Louise Chearnoggle!”

I braced myself for what was probably coming next—her speech about me finding a “nice girl” in school, but to be “careful”. All I could think of was the comparison drawn between my sister and Louise Chearnoggle—Jesus—now that’s what I call poetic justice!

“I thought your father was planning on driving back to school with you?” she asked. I don’t know whether it’s a good idea for the two of you boys driving alone.”

“Mother—be serious! Tell you what, just wait until you at least meet Vince, and then you, dad and I can decide, okay? Besides, it’ll save dad some time—especially now with all the stuff he’s got on his plate. Tell you what, if you don’t tell him ahead of time, he’ll have a few days set aside and maybe the two of you can do something together instead.”

“Right, and leave your sister home alone! You think I’m nuts?” She smiled. I didn’t answer. She smiled again and was thinking to herself. I knew I’d just planted an idea that appealed to her. We just sipped on our iced teas and did some people watching. Nothing more than idle conversation until our food started arriving. She was definitely mellowing out, leaving her afternoon irritations behind.

The salads came out first, cheerfully delivered by Vance. They were HUGE, if eaten in their entirety; there wouldn’t be room for dinner. We each finished as much as we dared to, then shoved them aside. Dinner followed minutes later. Again the portions were HUGE—more than enough for two people. I was beginning to wonder just how they made any money on the place.

Elizabeth had her veal picatta, and I went with the veal parmigana—which consisted of two very large pieces of meat, surrounded by a heaping portion of spaghetti and red sauce. Mom raved about her dinner and as normal, we tasted each other’s too. I agreed, indeed--both were outstanding!

“Is everything to your liking here?” a voice came from behind me.

My mother looked up, and answered before I could see whom it was, “Oh yes. Everything’s simply magnificent; I don’t know when I’ve ever had better veal picatta!”

“And you sir?” the source of the voice was now in view—it was the chef—it had to be Vince’s father.

“Absolutely, but there’s just one problem…” Chef looked puzzled. “I just need another stomach!”

Chef laughed, maybe a little too much at my attempt at humor, but it was a hearty and friendly laugh. “I’m glad to hear that you both are enjoying your dinner. My son tells me that you’re a friend of Vince. I’m his father.”

I stood up and shook his hand. This was probably the spitting image of Vance in the years to come. Vince Sr. had a ruddy complexion, but was well-built, slightly darker blond hair, and had a well-preserved muscular frame. He probably was in his mid-forties but looked more like 35 or so. I introduced my mother. I could tell poor Elizabeth was enchanted to say the least—its rare my mother stumbles for words!

“I’m sorry we didn’t know to expect you. I had to pull Vince and our regular chef here off to the other restaurant, since Gino’s wife chose to have a baby today,” he was apologetic but beaming like a proud surrogate father. “Glad you’re enjoying the evening. I must get back to the kitchen—more mouths to feed. Nice meeting you, I hope we have the pleasure of your company again.”

“Oh yes, you sure will, my husband will just love this place—he’s simply crazy for Italian food.”

Oh yes, she’s definitely impressed. For that matter—so was I. Our little meeting and Vince’s introduction tomorrow was headed earmarked for great promise. We finished our meal, of course politely declining dessert (it came with the meal, would you believe it?), and I paid for dinner (okay I confess, mom slipped me the cash), and we headed out to the car.

“That was a wonderful idea—and what food! And what nice people! It’s not often I get to meet your friend’s parents before your friends! I can see where the son gets his good looks from…and I’m sure that your friend Vince must knock the girls off their feet too.” Yes Elizabeth was most impressed! There was simply no way Vince was going to make anything but a good impression on her.

We got in the car and headed for home. “I wonder what that sister of yours has been up to?” There we go –“sister of mine”.

Well I didn’t much care, but I couldn’t pass up the obvious dig, “Well, we could give her our ‘doggie bags’?”

“No, she’s just going to have to suffer. You should take yours with you to work tonight—sort of a midnight snack. I’m keeping mine for lunch tomorrow.” Yep, justice served.

Minutes later we pulled in the drive. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, the house was still standing, and the windows were dark, with the exception of my sister’s room at the back of the house. We walked in, lighting up the house as we went. Mother made a beeline right to my sister’s room and entered without knocking. She caught my sister eating out of a box of crackers. Normally, she’d given her a lecture about stuffing her face with ‘empty calories’ or ‘junk food’, but she didn’t say anything other than “You missed a really nice dinner, young lady.”

I heard this and what’s a self-respecting brother to do? I snickered, enjoying her self-created misfortune. But I got to tell ya, I broke out into genuine laughter when Elizabeth came to me giggling on the way, “You won’t believe it—I caught her trying to staple the tags back on!” Busted!

That night at work, we were busy and Curtis and the GM hadn’t managed to change over the register yet. Finally, at about 11:45 we managed. GM was beside himself, and rushed out the door like a big puppy dog after apologizing to his wife on the phone. Curtis and I just exchanged a few words. I’d noticed that room 211 already had a 7 AM wake-up call jotted down on the pad. Curtis asked for the restaurant keys.

When he returned with the ice bucket, I was still busy checking in two families, so he just said, “See ya tomorrow,” and walked out the rear entrance of the lobby. I guessed he had a date with “Mr. Ulysses Grant”.

I was correct, when I did the 7 AM wake-up calls; a groggy Curtis answered the phone. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d make that mistake if one of the “M & M’s” were making the morning calls. I made a mental note—I’d better clue him in—he’d better stop answering the phone. Those two little bitties were always cooing over Erik—too bad they didn’t realize their “female magnetism” was aimed at the wrong pole.

I was out the door by 7:30, yeah you guessed it—Madeline was fashionable late as usual. I was home and in bed by 7:45, and I dropped right off. I awoke a little after 2 PM, a little later than I’d intended, but then I really didn’t care too much. Since I’d wanted Vince to meet my mother at the house, I decided just the two of us would work out better. If Curtis was there too, he might slip up. Yeah, it’d be safer if just Vince showed up for now. I purposely just lay there planning our little introduction. I hoped Vince had good news about his airline ticket. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts. The next time I glanced at my clock, it was 2:40. I thought of calling Curtis first, but decided against it. I could call him at work later, or see him when I came in for work.

I called Vince. “Hey man, sorry. I’d planned on waking up earlier, but I guess I was tired, I kind of had a hard night, and I didn’t get to bed until 8 this morning.”

“That’s okay. Curtis was here and he just left for work. He told me he had a busy night too. He said you guys barely got a chance to talk.”

“Yeah, lots of late check-ins! We both had a busy night, plus I didn’t balance right away either. Spent over 2 hours looking for $1.50 something.” (Yeah, you’re damn right—he had a busy night! I chuckled to myself at ‘busy night’s’ double meaning). I gave him our address and the simple directions. “Come on over, I’ll be out of the shower and dressed in less than 10 minutes.” I hung up and headed downstairs.

When I came out of the bathroom, Vince was already in the house. He was sitting at the kitchen table with Elizabeth and she was recounting what a great dinner we’d had last night and was going on about his father’s cooking, etc. “Well, I see I needn’t bother! You’ve apparently met the ‘chatter box’ I call mother!” Mom smiled, while at the same time giving me a little disapproving wrinkle of her nose. “And I hope you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my sister?” I added sarcastically.

Elizabeth just chuckled, “No Brian, she’s uh out returning some jeans I believe.” I laughed and Vince picked up on it, but I just told him I’d fill him in on the whole thing later.

“Hey man, good news! I talked it over with my parents and they were all for me driving back to school with you. I changed the airline tickets to come home over Thanksgiving break and they were thrilled. Really, it’d be kind of nice being home. Last year I just stayed at school—kind of a bummer when there’s no one around and the dorm cafeteria’s closed.”

Well now, before I could say anything good old Elizabeth—that great mother of mind just sealed the deal! “Now Vince, I think that’s just wonderful. I’m sure your father will enjoy a couple day’s rest—not that he wouldn’t like to spend more time with you, but I guess three’s a bit crowded on a long trip in your car. Besides, that reminds me, we’d better book your tickets for Thanksgiving too. You two could probably book the same flights. Vince, why don’t you give me your flight itineraries and I’ll work on that right away! She paused to think a bit, “Vince, don’t your parents allow you to have a car on campus?” (I told you she rarely misses a beat.)

“Oh yes, just before I left last term I had an accident,” he started in. I saw the beginnings of a suspicious look on Elizabeth’s face—I knew where this was headed. He continued, “Yeah, this elderly couple drove right through a red light and hit me in the side—pretty hard. Nobody was hurt, but their older car was totaled and mine took longer than planned to get fixed. They had to order a new rear axle on top of everything else. It’s all fixed now and I’ll have it back when I get there. This summer I just drove my dad’s old extra car. When he got his new one, the dealer would hardly give him anything for it, so he just kept it. Actually, I think he’s going to just give it to my brother this fall.”

Oh man, what a nice recovery. Couldn’t adlibbed any better myself. This guy was smooth! Elizabeth just ate it up. “I’m so glad no one was hurt.” Then of course she had to ad, “I’ve been driving for some 25 years and I’ve never had an accident! Not even a ticket!”

“Oh yes you have!” came the female reply. (I use the term loosely).

“Vince, meet my sister, Bernice.”

Thankfully, my sister had her mind elsewhere, she smiled at Vince, shook his hand and said some type of brief pleasantry, then glared at my mother, and walked out of the kitchen. Both of us noticed she had a package in her arms. Enough already, we’d pursue that later—as I said mother rarely misses a beat.

“Well, it was only a parking ticket—I hardly think THAT counts.”

“No ma’m I don’t think is does.” Vince agreed. God he was good—he could really pour on the syrupy charm—pretty much like his father.

“Well, enough about me. Where are you two off to? Vince, would you like to join us for dinner this evening?” Like I said, Elizabeth rarely misses a beat.

“Many thanks, but I’ve got to work at the other restaurant tonight—actually in just a couple of hour’s time. Our chef, Gino, his wife had a baby boy yesterday.”

“Oh yes, I know. Congratulations. Well, another time then—but definitely before you two leave for college.” I picked up on this—noting that the way she’d matter-of-factly referred to our departure, she’d taken the deal I’d proposed. It was pretty much a safe bet she’d spring in on dad at the last minute, taking advantage of his being home a couple extra days. Knowing Elizabeth, the planning my airline itinerary wasn’t the only one she was formulating. The poor sucker’d never have a chance. But—it’d be a nice surprise.

“Well, Vince, you hungry. I haven’t eaten anything yet—want to grab a burger?” I asked.

“Sounds fine to me, I sort of held off lunch, I figured you’d be hungry.” God this guy was good—I’m sure Elizabeth was taking this all in—so was I. It pleased us both. I was really beginning to like this guy—and trust his judgment too, I think. We headed out the door. Vince’s car was behind mine so he volunteered to drive.

“Where to?”

“Oh, I don’t care. Charlie’s?”

“Charlie’s it is then.”

We were off—time to hatch the plan. I was excited but I had this nervous knot in my stomach. Maybe it was just because I was starving.


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Don was so excited to be going bear hunting. He spotted a small brown bear in the woods and shot it. Then there was a tap on his shoulder; he turned around to see a big black bear. The black bear said, "Don, you’ve got two choices: either I maul you to death or we have sex." Don decided to bend over. After two weeks of feeling sore, Don recovered and vowed revenge. He headed out on

Just One Man's Opinon

Two old men decided they are close to their last days on earth and thought they'd have one last night on the town. After a few drinks, they ended up at the local brothel. The madam takes one look at the two old geezers and whispers to her manager, "Go up to the first two rooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. Those two are so old and drunk; I am not wasting two of my girls on them. They

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Mirror Image, Part 1

Mirror Image Looking back more than just a few years, I fondly recall my childhood and adolescent years—hell bent on the threshold of manhood. At times what today seems miniscule or trivial were major issues and seemingly insurmountable problems, generating tremendous pressure and more than challenging obstacles. Yet somehow, I was able to run the gauntlet and like the proverbial

Mirror Image, Part 2

Mirror Image, Part 2 The first couple of months found both of us for the most part preoccupied with our respective jobs. My company was continually on the grow and was going through another growth spurt after the first quarter plateau. Greg’s new company was delighted to have landed him and viewed him as a seasoned veteran in the business and was eagerly heaping on the clients. Greg

Mirror Image, Part 3

Mirror Image, Part 3 I nervously felt Greg’s penis continue to expand. In a few more seconds he was completely hard—and I mean rock hard. Well now, my pecker didn’t have to be encouraged twice. Maybe it was because of the sexual drought following Jeff’s departure, maybe the alcohol, and maybe just because I hadn’t jacked off lately. In any event, I too had thrown a rod and our cocks

Mirror Image, Part 4

Well now, Greg didn’t have to be told twice. He took the vial of poppers from me and tried to open them. He ran into a bit of difficulty in twisting off the cap, since his fingers were still slick from the lube. I threw him a hand towel (more aptly put—a trick towel) and he dried off his hands. He lay there on his stomach opening the bottle this time effortlessly. I watched him

My Hawaiian Friend

I was feeling very horny and wanted some cock to suck. I use the ole' internet and someone clicked on that lived a couple houses down from me. We were both married, but when it comes to guys, we like our share. He was Hawaiian, a medium sized-cock about 6.5", and very dark skinned, 36 years old. Very cute with little hair on his body. I am about 26, 5'8", 165#, brown

Stranger Things Can Happen

For quite a while, I’ve heard of various self-help programs, group therapy clinics, 12 step programs, TV Talk Shows—you know—the sensational kinds—filled with strange and crazy people. Everything from aberrant societal behavior to the mere wild and crazy—I guess they have quite a crew of recruiters that scour the trailer parks from one end of the country to the other, looking for

Stranger Things Can Happen, Part 2

As I approached my car in the parking lot, I fumbled for my keys, only to find they weren’t there! Damn. Immediately, I realized I’d left them on the table near the condiments at the restaurant. I turned and headed back towards the restaurant. Mark saw me walking away from the car and called out, “Something wrong?” “Not really, I just left my keys on the table at the restaurant.” I

Well, One Has To Start Somewhere

Well, One Has To Start Somewhere Thinking back on my early experimentation with sex, as I became “aware” of my body and its needs, pleasures and methodology of gratification, I recall that I was always both interested and thankful for my discovery of frottage. At the time, I’d never even heard of the word, and certainly wasn’t an authority on the subject. It was just that age of sexual

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