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


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

    still at the back of my mind and I vowed that never again would treat anyone in the way I had treated this elderly man and I would like to think that I had stuck to this vow. For the record Gandolfi became a regular client and we had a good relationship together. But each time I saw him, a momentary pang of remorse swept through me. I would have done anything to take back what I had said to him that first evening. And, for the record, never having found out the true form of address, I continued to call him ‘Your Grace’, which I guess he actually liked. I think that my success as an escort is that I did not treat the job as simply a question of sticking in my cock and reaming my clients’ fuck-holes: I was always meticulous in preparing them, which they much appreciated and once inside them, I always tried to ensure that my client managed to achieve a climax simultaneously with my own orgasm. I became expert at holding back from my own climax until I saw that my client was going to shoot his wad and then I shot my own cum at the same time. It was all part of the philosophy that both parties involved, the fucker and the fuckee so to speak, should obtain complete satisfactions from the act. It is worth noting, that none of my clients were, in fact, gay, and pretty well all of them were happily married men, who just wanted an anal fuck from time to time, something their wives could not provide for them. Their wives, for the most part, knew nothing of their mates’ peccadilloes, ...
    and marital harmony seemed to be the rule. Much of my clientele I got by word of mouth. So within 18 months of arriving in New York, I felt totally established and was as happy as a lone gay man could be. In my private life, I still kept up my liaisons with Mike and Jonathan and, also, with Craig, who in spite of is premarital declarations to me about renouncing gay sex once he tied the marital knot, simply could not do without it. Craig would call me at my apartment and ask me if he could come round, a request could hardly refuse and once together, it was just like old times. We simply fucked each other, with gay abandon as we both enjoyed each other’s company enormously. As time went on, his visits became more and more frequent, until one day he said to me, “It’s all over between Caroline and me. I cannot go on. She realises something is wrong and wants a divorce. Listen, Sebastian, I hate to ask you this, but do you think that I could move in here with you temporarily, as I simply cannot go on living with Caroline?” Well, what could I say but yes, of course he could and for as long as he wanted. But what an extraordinary turn of events; Craig who had taken me in as a flat mate from my miserable apartment on the West Side was now going to move in with me into my apartment, as my flat mate! As the saying has it, what goes around comes around. Anyway, no man could be more welcome in my house than Craig, who was truly my very best friend, which I guess I may have said already; I ...
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