Sebastian The Male Escort - Part 4/6 - Sex Stories

Sebastian The Male Escort - Part 4/6

... had rendered him a very delicate service for which he was extremely grateful.” “And what service might that have been,” I asked. And then it suddenly dawned on me: it was Mike, my boss, who had mentioned my name to this character: Michael O’Shaugnessey, an Irish catholic! Of course, that was surely it – it just had to be! “Well, my son, (I was rapidly wishing he would drop the ‘my son’ bit as it was driving me around the proverbial bend) it really is concerning a very delicate matter and I hardly know how to begin to broach the subject with you.” I decided to take the bull by the horns and make stab in the dark and said, “What exactly did Mike say about me?” His Grace did not realised that I had hoodwinked him into revealing his source of information, and went on in his platitudinous way to say that Mike had indicated to him that I had performed a very intimate service for him, for Mike that was, and that perhaps I could do the same for the Monsignor. So there it was. Mike had revealed all and Gandolfi wanted me to fuck him exactly as I and suspected from the word go. I thought before going any further I would play a cat and mouse game with His Grace before letting him off the hook, so to speak, and said, “What intimate service did Mike actually say I had done for him?” I could see from his face that Gandolfi was having a hard time to put into polite words what he clearly knew I wanted to hear. There was a slight pause whilst he collected his thoughts and decided what to ...

... say. “Well, Mike told me that you had been able to calm him down by administering certain stimulating actions on your part.” he said finally. Once he had got so far, I decided to cut to the chase with the coup de grace and said totally brutally, “Oh, is that all? Mike just told you that I fucked his butt did he? Did he not tell you that he had a return round and gave me the same treatment? Yes, we had a great time, as we spent a good part of the afternoon together. He’s a really good operator with his cock is Mike. I really enjoyed the reaming he gave my butt.” This truly was a ‘Schadenfreude” moment for me, an instant where one takes pleasure in the misfortunes of another, but the moment I had uttered these words, I was filled with remorse and shame at what I had said, which was not the words of a gentleman – and, even though I was gay, I considered myself a gentleman, for with all its faults Sheldon Academy inculcated into its pupils a sense of right and wrong and of correct behaviour towards others. Why had I gone so wrong and strayed from straight and narrow? What had I gained by rubbing Gandolfi’s nose in the dirt and making this elderly man feel utterly wretched? I wished in retrospect that I had thought before speaking, but what was said could not be unsaid and I had to live with myself. I can tell you that at that moment I felt as wretched myself as I had clearly made Gandolfi feel. Poor Gandolfi, had not had a clue now to get around to the crux of the matter and we were ...