Taken for a Ride - Sex Stories

Taken for a Ride

... was a youth hostel. But he'd been wined and dined and bedded by a few well-heeled men in the week he'd been here, so he'd done all right for himself.

Now, he was being invited to service a prince for three days for $2,000 plus ongoing transportation to his next engagement in Cologne, Germany, so he felt he was doing more than all right. He had no idea how presentable, physically, this German prince would be in terms of a sex partner, but the fact that he was being picked up at the cathedral by an extremely presentable chauffer in a shiny Bentley boded well.

The chauffer's name was Heinrich, and he showed as much interest in David as he took him to the car as David showed in him. He was young, blond, and built. David also suspected that he took the long way to the prince's villa, as they crossed several bridges and multiple sections of the two rivers before finally climbing to a plateau above a bend in the Aizette River that obviously included exclusive estates with magnificent views across the river gorge and into the downtown area of Luxembourg City.

The chauffer, Heinrich, bantered from the driver's seat with David, their eyes connected via the rear-view mirror, as the Bentley glided through the city, over bridges across river gorges, and wove its way up to a high plateau to the east. They exchanged small talk that established that Heinrich had come to Luxembourg from Germany, that his love for fine cars had led to him driving them, and, subtly stated, that he ...

... knew David not only played the violin in orchestras but also was willing to lay down for men. He also managed to convey that he was a gay top without stating it directly. He asked if it was only older men David was interested in and when David indicated he'd gone with the young tenor, Peter Antoine, Heinrich had seen David with, that seemed to satisfy Heinrich.

"I guess the man you went with would have to be rich or show some talent," Heinrich said, his command of English quite impressive for a chauffeur.

But David said, "No, he only has to be as handsome as you are."

At that point, they were on top of the plateau and were driving past a large palace. For a moment, knowing their destination was the home of a prince, David thought this palace was where they were headed. But the Bentley drove on past it and entered stately gates on the western side of the plateau, which put them on the cliffside of the Aizette River, overlooking the city. The approach to the villa was a long one, although the compact Italianate, two-story confection of a villa could be seen at the end of a funeral cypress-lined drive. Before reaching that, though, Heinrich turned off on a road to the south of the villa and drove past a four-bay garage in the same architectural style as the villa and then turned in front of a cottage next to the garage.

"This is where I live," he said, "in case you wanted to tour the garages or something while you were here."

"Very nice," was the best David could ...