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

Sebastian The Male Escort - Part 4/6

... still not yet at the moment where he could actually put into words why he wanted to see me. I could see him still wincing under my harsh words and wondering how he could force himself to tell me that he wanted me to do for him. It was just that he could not bring himself to say the appropriate words. So at that stage I felt I simply had to help him and to try to redeem myself in his eyes for my appallingly bad behaviour of a few moments ago. So, I said, very gently, “Your Grace, am I to understand that you have called me here to ask me if I would administer some anal stimulation to you personally?” “You put it so frankly and so directly,” he said, “but yes, that is what I want. It is against all my church stands for, but I just want some young man to stimulate me (the poor guy simply could not bring himself to say, ‘have sex with me’) to relieve my well nigh unsupportable sexual tension, which is why I requested my secretary to ask you to come here this evening.” So I said, again very gently, “Your Grace, beneath all your clerical clothing, there is a man and whatever your Church says, it will never alter the fact that you have the same sexual desires as any other man. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I will be happy to service you to try to help you to relax. Now, I do not know what you learned from Mike, but I am, in fact a Professional Male Escort, which is a polite way of saying that I am a professional copulator. I am a completely homosexual male who sells sex to ...

... other men to earn a living. Now my fee for the type of service you require is $500 cash. (I had screwed up my courage to ask for such a large sum). Do you want to engage my services under these conditions and if so, when do you want me to render my services to you?” “$500 is perfectly acceptable,” said Gandolfi and immediately opened a drawer of his desk and handed me five one hundred dollar bills, “and I would like you to work on me right now: I just need some immediate sexual relief.” As we moved off from his office into another adjacent room, where there was a day bed and a table, and I started to strip off. He took in my nakedness and said, “My goodness Sebastian, you are an amazing young man and I have to say that you certainly appear well equipped for the job to hand.” I will end the story of how I fucked Monsignor Gandolfi here without going into the finer details of our coupling, in which I finally delivered him from his sexual frustration, except to say that Gandolfi urged me on to pound him as hard as I could as that was what he wanted; so I took him at his word and gave him my all. I think he enjoyed my ‘ministrations’ but I know I certainly did: the old boy was, at the end of the day, a great fuck! The fact that he was old enough to be my father or even my grandfather, did not seem to matter at all. He was just another human being wanting some sexual relief and I was happy that, at the end of the day, I had been able to help him. Before leaving I said gently to him, ...