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

Sebastian The Male Escort - Part 4/6

... important thing was the meeting in the gym with Craig and the well nigh unbelievable series of events which that had unleashed, all of which had occurred in four brief days. There had been my first sexually charged encounter with Craig – a very enjoyable experience and one which I had been happy to renew during the course of the week. But the highlight of our sexual liaison had been when, on our first encounter, I finally surrendered my anal virginity to Craig’s cock. After much apprehension what a relief that had been. It was something I had been dreading, but thanks to Craig, I now felt perfectly comfortable with allowing another guy to have anal sex with me. At the end of the day I wondered what I had been frightened of for I found that I really enjoyed having my own butt fucked. But looking back over the past few weeks, I had found it hard to believe that I had had so much sex in such a short time: and I had thoroughly enjoyed every mine of it! Whilst sitting there musing to myself over recent events, I realised that I had no true best friend. What friends I had made a school just disappeared from view when we all left for the last time. There was no one at all with whom I kept contact: my close buddies, Charlie Tennant and Toby Pennington- Smith were just memories. I had no idea where either of them were or what they were doing, yet it was only a few brief months since we had all left Sheldon together. My schooldays were over and were in the past and were already almost ...

... forgotten, along with ‘dear’ Aunt Agatha. I did just wonder what she would think of my life in New York. I wondered if she had any concept of the idea of a gay man, a man who frequented other men rather than a woman – I really wondered, but would never have an answer as I never saw her or heard from her again. I did not feel I was missing out on anything, to be quite honest. Blood, we are told, is thicker than water, but in her case, I think that the blood had totally coagulated in her veins and there was nothing at all to expect by way of a relationship with my only living blood relative. I had just met Craig and we seemed to get on well together- we just hit it off, as the saying goes. Then, thanks to Craig I had met and now worked for Mike and we had also got on together - no problem; but I had no one to whom I could talk to about my innermost thoughts. I wanted desperately to find a partner with whom I could finally say that he and I were an ‘item’. But how did one find such a person? Was it chance or destiny, whatever that means ? Philosophically, I thought, “Well, you are not doing badly at the moment and you are not unhappy, so why worry? Revert to your Mr Micawber posture and hope ‘that something will turn up’, which, as you will see later in this story, it did. Chapter 17 Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was about six thirty on a Friday night and I wondered who on earth it could be as I knew hardly anybody in New York. I answered and a man with a highly cultured voice ...