1. Sebastian The Male Escort - Part 6/6 - Conclusion


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: jasonshomoerotica, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    ‘lone ranger’. Towards the end of the year, I told Craig that in view of his impending marriage to Caroline, I thought it best that I should find a place of my own and move out of his apartment. I felt that the coast should be completely clear for Caroline, whom I had never actually met, for Craig spent all his weekends with her in upstate New York and she had never, in my presence been to his apartment, where they intended to start their married life together. To remain, I felt, might muddy the waters for Craig, who had become my very best friend and so I thought it best to find a place of my own. With my regular earnings from my escort business, I could easily afford to rent a decent place and as ever, Craig came up trumps and helped me to find an apartment, which turned out to be not far from his own place. Craig was one of the very few people who ever knew exactly where I lived. I had long since decided that my private life was just that and I wanted neither Mike nor Jonathan to know my exact whereabouts; all they and my clients had was my cell phone number. Before the end of the year, Craig and I took a brief vacation down in Florida. He knew of a nude male beach where we could lounge about in the sun and swim and, if we felt like it, which, of course we did, fuck. It was sort of a stag occasion for Craig, before he finally renounced gay sex, which he continued stoutly to insist that he would do, but I thought than that he was deluding himself, for after the best part of ...
    a year together, I was more or less totally convinced the he was, like me, 100% gay. Craig married Caroline in early January, and asked me to be his best man, an honour, which I respectfully declined as I felt that to accept would be sailing too close to the wind for comfort. In fact, I told Craig, that in spite of our close friendship, that I thought it better if I did not attend his wedding, which he eventually grudgingly accepted. I absolutely did not want to be the person to come between Craig and Caroline and I desperately prayed that is marriage would be a success. In fact, I had the pleasure of meeting her only once, at a party which Craig gave to celebrate his marriage and at which I was able to lose myself as just another friend of Craig’s in the crowd of other guests. She seemed a nice sort of lady, and I prayed that it would all work out all right. I did mention that Craig had told me that once married, our liaison and any others like it would cease, which he still firmly maintained would be the case, but I have to say that I still harboured doubts, which, alas, turned out to be correct. My life in New York had now settled down into a routine. I continued building up my clientele until by the middle of the next year I was servicing at least two clients a day, sometimes three, and making over $200,000 per year. Most of my clients became regulars and I treated them all with great respect and care. My rough verbal treatment of Gandolfi, whom I serviced regularly, was ...
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