Perseverance - Sex Stories

Perseverance

... Jordie underneath him, putting him on his belly, raising him to all fours, mounting him from above and behind, and fucked him again like a dog.

Eventually, Jordie was alone. Heinz wasn't there, and Jordie wouldn't see him again. Sam wasn't in sight either. The assignment was done. The fee had been provided up front, in the Rendezvous Hotel rooftop bar. But Jordie felt deflated by just being used and left there. That was often the way it was in his business, though, and with the johns Alex brought him.

After resting a bit, he sat up on the towel. His clothes were neatly folded beside him. He shook the sand out of them, put them on, and walked away from the beach, toward where he could catch the ferry back to the Sydney harbor.

At some point on the ferry he realized he wasn't alone. Sam, the waiter from the hotel bar, was lurking on the other side of the ferry. He hadn't left him, but he wasn't approaching him either.

Once off the ferry, Sam turned toward the opera house side of the harbor and walked into the extensive Royal Botanical Gardens. As he walked, he checked back periodically to assure himself that Sam was persevering, that he was following at a distance. Sam kept looking left and right, only slowing becoming aware that he was looking for a protected area, somewhere where the two of them could come together and fuck. It was risky. Alex didn't let him take any tricks that they couldn't make a profit off of--a succession of older men with money and just a ...

... quick need or with a streak of cruelty in them, with little regard for whatever Jordie might need. Many pimps in Sydney wouldn't deal with some of the men Alex would. It was Jordie who took the pain from that.

Jordie had had no intention of doing anything more than flirt with the cute, persistent waiter, but sometime between leaving the beach and arriving on the Circular Quay, Jordie had decided he wanted this. The waiter's persistence had paid off.

The next time Jordie looked back, though, he saw that not only had Sam drifted further back from him than before but that there as a group of children with a teacher between them and that the children were moving slow and chaotically. And then Jodie didn't see the other younger man at all, and he left the gardens at Bridge Street to walk back into the city center and then to his own rooms.

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"Read any good books lately?"

"It's you. Sam, is it? How did you find me?" Jordie looked up from where he was shelving book in his parttime job at the gay-friendly The Bookshop Darlinghurst bookstore on Oxford Street, in the heart of Sydney's gay district.

"I asked around. It wasn't hard to track you down. It's Jordie, isn't it, or is that just a name you use with the johns?"

"The johns?" Jordie was about to challenge that, but then he remembered that the young man had watched the German fuck him on the beach just a few days previously and he'd seen him hook up with a john at the hotel roof bar several times. Sam ...