Sebastian - The Male Escort - Part 3 of 6 - Sex Stories

Sebastian - The Male Escort - Part 3 of 6

... bow to the inevitable and try to earn some cash by doing what you really enjoy?” Well, after all that, what was I to say? The idea had never even occurred to me at all. Truth to tell, I am not sure that I even knew that ‘Male Escorts’ existed, until Craig told me about them. In coming to New York, I really had no idea whatsoever what I would do for a living, but I just knew that I needed regular sex and a big city seemed an easier place to find it than somewhere out in the sticks. But as fucking butt was an absolute necessity for my own wellbeing, if I could get paid for doing that, then why not? So, I told Craig that I would ‘give it a whirl’ to use his expression. “Great,” he said, “Here’s what we will do. Today is Monday, so tomorrow morning you should come down to the bar near Wall Street, of which I will give you the address, around 12 o’clock. I will be there and I will try to swing you the job. I don’t anticipate much problem as the owner, Mike O’Shaughnessy, is a really nice guy and in fact he and I sometimes have sex together, as Mike, as I already told you, is just like me, which is to say, AC/DC in his tastes. He’s a great fuck, by the way,” Craig concluded. “Hold on a minute,” I said, “I actually have my temporary job for the next two months at Jonathan’s Gym and I cannot simply walk out on the guy, who was good enough to set me on when I had absolutely no other prospects. I am really keen on your idea, but I have to finish my contract with Jonathan before ...

... starting something new. So, Craig, let’s just push things forward for a couple of months and then everything will be clear and no one will be disgruntled.” “Tell you what,” Craig went on, “Let’s go down to the bar tomorrow anyway and see what gives. It will give you some idea of what the place is like and what the job would entail and, if all goes according to my plan, you could agree on a starting date with Mike, the owner, so that you have got the job question tied up; a bird in the hand,” he added. This did not seem like a bad idea, so I went along with it. Craig now took off in a totally unexpected new direction and said, “So let’s now settle something else. Where are you living at present?” I told him that I had a small place on the west side, more or less opposite were we were now. Craig winced at the mention of the west side and said, “Well how about this for a deal? What do you think about coming here to share this place with me for the next year or so, prior to my marriage? I am not suggesting that we become what is commonly called an ‘item’ but that you come as a flat mate and share this place with me. I know this all sounds very sudden as we have only known one another a few hours, but I reckon we will get on well together. And you know, when straight guys advertise for a flat mate to share the rent, they tend not to have known each other for long before making the deal to share, so what’s the difference? And anyway, we have already developed a clear rapport with each ...