Perseverance - Sex Stories

Perseverance

... This was a regular place he used to hook up escorts with clients.

They stayed for only one drink. Alex White didn't stay that long. After he left, the sheik leaned into Jordie and was obviously having a more explicit discussion with him.

Sam stood off to the side, thinking once again how spiffy Jordie looked in his tux and wondering how good he'd look out of the tux. He was still on duty three hours later, near midnight, when Sheik Samir and Jordie returned to the bar for a nightcap before calling it a night. He followed them at a distance when they left. He'd already checked out what floor the sheik's room was on, just two floors down from the rooftop bar, and managed to make it down the stairs and conceal himself behind a corner before the elevator opened and the two men exited. The sheik already was holding Jordie close beside him, palming one of the young man's buttocks cheeks, as they walked to the room, entered, and the door shut behind them.

Seeing a man palm another man's buttocks as they walked in public always gave Sam a jolt of sexual arousal and pleasure. He knew the possessiveness and the permissibility that reflected. He had visions of palming Jordie's buttocks himself.

Sam couldn't resist. After a few minutes he stole down the corridor and put his ear to the hotel room door. He already could hear moaning and what sounded like a snapping sound. And then the cry of "Mercy! Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!" Again, the snap of leather on flesh. He reached for ...

... the door handle, but then pulled back. This was a professional situation. No telling what the young man had agreed to or take--or how much of his cry was for effect, what a male whore would do to inflame a john.

Inside the room, Jordie lay on his belly, naked, on the bed. His wrists were restrained to the headboard, his arms raised over his head. The Rendezvous was a gay-friendly hotel and had special rooms for special clients. Sheik Garfeh, his thawb unbuttoned and flared, his well-muscled body dark skinned and hirsute naked underneath that and in full erection, was holding a bent over leather belt, and was reddening up Jordie's bare buttocks with it, as the fingers of a greased hand worked at opening the young man's anal canal.

"Oh, fuck. The fist... not the whole... SHIT!"

Once more Sam reached for the door handle, but pulled back.

Jordie was writhing under the attention. He was moaning and panting, but he was doing what he was paid for--giving the sheik his money's worth.

Sam could tell the moment when the sheik dropped the belt, climbed up onto the bed, saddled on the young man's hips, mounted him, penetrated, and began to pump. Jordie had cried out at the moment of penetration.

"Yes, Fuckin' YES. Put it in. Screw me! YES!"

Sam discerned the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping on flesh. In addition, the bed had taken this use before. It creaked, the springs singing a rhythm song of their own. The sheik settled down to a rhythmic motion. Jordie was ...