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

Sebastian The Male Escort - Part 4/6

... I really do mean what I say.” Craig laughed and off we went to our separate beds, but not before he had had another shot at my arsehole – what a guy! Chapter 14 I had just over a month to serve at Jonathan’s Gym before I could take up my job at Mike’s place and it was a month of intensive copulation with Craig. The guy was really insatiable, but I enjoyed every moment of it and by the time I went take up my job at Mike’s I felt I could truly say that I was a highly experienced butt fucker: and I am happy to say that thanks to Craig, I now enjoyed taking it as much as I did giving it. It was all utterly enjoyable and I realised that my future lay, somehow, inextricably entangled with gay sex. I just loved it: my antics with Charlie at school faded into insignificance once I realised what a terrific sex machine Craig was. About a month later I had my first day at Mike’s bar and Mike introduced me to the other four young studs whom he employed as bartenders – Mark, Dave, Jason and Dmitri - for as I believe I mentioned, Mike’s place had a very long bar and needed quite a complement of bartenders to keep the customers happy. My co-workers were all young guys in their early twenties at a guess. They were all well-built young studs and very sexily dressed. I wondered if they succeeded in picking up paying clients via the bar. But as Craig had said, once I came in, all eyes were focused on me. It became quite obvious that Mike’s place was a top pick-up spot in the neighbourhood. ...

... Anyway, by twelve noon the place was humming with business men and I was kept busy serving, but was again acutely aware how many eyes were fixed on me and often focused on my crotch. The lunchtime crowd was thinning, when a youngish well dressed guy slipped me his card and asked me to give him a call on his direct line, saying that he thought we might have something in common. I was astounded that I had already had a pickup, on my first day and amused by the come-on; something in common! – that was a new one!” Well, later that afternoon, I called this man, whose name was Adam Johnson, at a firm of stock-brokers and he asked me if I had time to come round to his office which was a stone’s throw away from the bar, later that afternoon. So, nothing ventured, nothing gained, round to his office I went. The doorman looked at me with grave misgiving, but he called Adam who told him to send me up. Adam was clearly a very senior man in this business, in spite of his apparent young age, as his office was on the top floor and seemed to consist of a suite of rooms. I guess Adam had to be what is called a whiz-kid to enjoy such luxury accommodation. Now this was the first time that I was going to meet a guy in what I imagined was going to be a business deal, a situation with which I was totally unfamiliar. After a few pleasantries, Adam came quickly to the point. “I suppose you know why I asked you to come here, as I am sure you have guessed by now I want to engage you as a sex partner. Just ...