Perseverance - Sex Stories

Perseverance

"My, don't you look spiffy this evening? Going to the theater?"

"Excuse me? Oh, I don't know exactly where we're going. Just wearing what I was told to wear. This is on someone else's nickel."

Nineteen-year-old American Jordie Nelson, dressed in a tux, was sitting alone at a table on the rooftop bar of the Rendezvous Hotel Sidney the Rocks, overlooking the Circular Quay and Opera House on the Sydney, Australia, waterfront. He had been approached for a drink order by a waiter. The two didn't know each other but they were of nearly the same age, the waiter a couple of years older, and Jordie had been here before. They both were gorgeous young men and recognized each other from what their preferences were. They clicked with each other on all cylinders. Jordie, a bit nervous in coming here felt he had an ally.

"Do you wish to order a drink, or are you waiting for someone? I'm Sam, by the way," said the hotel waiter.

"Yes, I remember you. I'm waiting for someone."

Sam, the waiter, had seen this unfold before, so he did know the other young man would be waiting for someone. He thought he could guess why too. That thought excited him, though. The young American was a gorgeous blond, with a face that was more pretty than handsome, a winsome smile illuminated by pale blue eyes, and a slim, fit body to die for. That he seemed to be a bit nervous and on edge hinted at an adventure to come, which, in turn, aroused Sam. Jordie had met older men here before, and Sam was sure ...

... he knew why. That excited him a bit and he got a vicarious vibe off the transaction.

Sam backed off and worshipped the young man from the drinks bar. The young man, Jordie, didn't have to wait for too long, though, before two older men approached his table. One looked to be in his late thirties, an Australian who was somewhat flamboyantly dressed and exhibited a big thuggish look, and the other one was an Arab, clearly identified by the pristine-white thawb, an Arab robe, and head scarf he wore, and somewhere in his forties. Jordie stood to be introduced to and inspected by the Arab. When they settled, Sam arrived to take their drinks orders.

When he returned with the drinks, Sam nearly blushed at the questions he heard the Arab asking, with the Australian supplying most of the answers in somewhat bald terms. Jordie was sitting there, looking demure. The Arab was stroking the young man's forearm with his fingers, and Jordie wasn't shying away. Sam was there long enough to determine that the Arab was somehow connected with a reception and concert going on across the Port Jackson middle harbor at the distinctive, iconic Sydney Opera House.

The Arab was a sheik, named Samir al-Garfeh, and Jordie was to be his escort at the opera house event. The sheik was staying here at the Rendezvous Hotel. Neither Jordie nor his Australian pimp, Alex White, were staying here, but Jordie was sometimes brought here to meet and service hotel guests. Sam already knew Alex White by name. ...