Trials and Triumphs II
By:
Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2012 by the author)
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Chapter 6
COURSE CORRECTION
Eric was increasingly frustrated over the impossibility of finding a partner in Denton, Texas and discouraged by the ultra-conservative and stridently evangelical population. He was sure there were gay men who, like him, concealed their sexual orientation to avoid cruel persecution. But his chances of finding a partner and forming a loving relationship were dismal at best. He had a good job, a sizable bank account, and a comfortable home but he was not happy.
In one of their periodic telephone conversations, Mike asked, “Any chance you’ve reconsidered your decision about moving to Dallas and working for the agency?”
“As a matter of fact, Mike, I have. If the opportunity is still available, I’d like to give it a try.”
“That’s wonderful!” Mike exclaimed. “I’ll set up an appointment with the guy in charge. It will be a sort of a job interview but I’m sure he will like what you have to offer.”
Eric drove down to Dallas, nervous about the direction he had chosen to take his life but hopeful that it would turn out to be satisfying for at least a little while. It conflicted with his distaste for being nothing more than a prostitute and his hopes of finding a loving, permanent partner but it was marginally better than the lonely frustration of living in Denton. If he was hired he would relocate to Dallas where he expected the much more urban and cosmopolitan environment would provide opportunities to find a partner.
He found the home of the escort service’s owner with little difficulty, thanks to excellent directions Mike had provided. The house, at the end of a cul-de-sac was not as large and imposing as Ted Connors’ but was elegant and obviously expensive. He was ten minutes early for the nine o’clock appointment but thought it best to demonstrate his punctuality so he parked the old Buick, walked to the front door, and rang the doorbell. The melodic chimes of the doorbell could be heard through the thick wooden front door. Moments later, the door opened and a young man greeted the visitor effusively. “Eric Matthews?” he asked.
Eric was awe struck by the figure smiling at him. He wore a short robe. It hung only slightly open in front but enough to reveal a tanned, muscular body with only a a Speedo swim suit to cover a prominent package. “Yes. I have an appointment with Mr. Goldman.”
“He’s expecting you,” the stud replied. His eyes unabashedly roamed up and down Eric’s body for a moment before he added with a wicked grin, “And I’m sure he’ll be VERY pleased to see you. Come in.”
Eric wondered whether the new, expensive, designer clothes he had bought were part of the reason for the overenthusiastic greeting. He was ushered into a room off the foyer that was furnished with a desk, leather covered arm chairs and sofa, and bookcases loaded with books. The barefoot hunk said, “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll tell Mr. Goldman you’re here.”
Eric’s nervousness would have been much worse if Mike and Larry had not briefed him on the interview process. If their predictions were true, it would be a unique experience but one he was willing to go through if it meant being able to join the organization.
A middle-age man burst through the door and said, “Ah, Eric Mathews. I’m Max Goldman. I’m very pleased to meet you.” Eric stood for a handshake that lasted much longer than necessary while the man took his time to scan Eric’s body from head to toe. Finally, the husky man released Eric’s hand and said. “Please sit down.” He sat in a chair next to Eric’s.
“May I ask you some questions, Eric?”
“Of course.”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“You understand that I must be very careful. If I offer you a job can you provide proof of your age?”
“I don’t have a birth certificate and it would take several days to get a copy but I do have a driver’s license with my date of birth. Will that do?”
“Yes. Now tell me what experience you have that would qualify you for a position in our organization?”
“I’ve had very few partners but one of them was a former business executive. I lived with him for several months and was able to satisfy him in a wide variety of ways.”
“A wide variety? What does that include?”
“Oral, anal, indoors, outdoors ... very often two or three times a day.”
“And who was this man? Can I contact him for references?”
“With respect, Sir, I’d rather not say. He’s deep in the closet and it would jeopardize his reputation.”
Goldman smiled at the answer as though it was exactly what he wanted to hear. “That’s all right,” he said. “But you no longer live with him?”
“No, Sir.”
“And why is that?”
Eric did not expect to have to explain walking out on Ted Connors but reasoned that he could answer in a way that might ... just might ... impress his interrogator. “He was not dissatisfied with me. Quite the opposite. I left his home on principles. He had a private investigator check out my background and sexual orientation before he asked me to move in with him. That didn’t bother me. It was prudent of him. What DID bother me was that in all the time we spent together he knew that my father had died and he didn’t tell me. What made up my mind to leave him was that he also knew that he had made my mother pregnant and he was my biological father. And he didn’t tell me for months. When I found out, I was furious that he knew and wouldn’t tell me. I saw that as selfish — he was USING me for sex without any show of genuine affection. It was deceitful. I couldn’t tolerate living with a man like that so I packed my things and left.”
Goldman was surprised at the revelation but admired the candor.
“If you join our team, Eric, you will be providing a service to men who also want you only as a sex partner. They will be using you just as your former partner did. Does that bother you?”
“I see the situation as quite different. The clients I serve won’t be concealing information that I have a right to know. It will be strictly business.”
“That’s right. Now I need to see what you have to offer. Would you take off your clothes, please?”
Eric knew that would be asked of him. Mike and Larry had told him what to expect and gave him advice on how to handle the situation. In fact, they had coached him as he practiced in front of them. He first took off his shoes and socks and then stood. His movements were neither rushed nor unnaturally slow as he removed his shirt and laid it across the back of his chair. He maintained eye contact with Goldman as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The man watched with obvious interest as Eric pushed his trousers down to fall around his ankles. He pretended to adjust his cock through the fabric of his white cotton jockey shorts to draw attention to the dimensions of the bulge. He put his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and began to push them down slowly, revealing a thick, black pubic bush and then the base of his cock. Goldman’s eyes were riveted to Eric’s crotch. The teen gradually revealed more of his manhood until it was fully exposed to view and swung out from the constraining waist band. He paused for just a few moments to allow the attentive man to visually inspect the merchandise but then turned around to display the rounded checks of his ass. He pushed his shorts down to his ankles quickly but took his time bending over double to remove his trousers and shorts from around his ankles. Goldman was impressed with the inviting pucker that peeked out at him. Finally, Eric faced the man, scratched his dangling balls, and asked, “Are my qualifications adequate, Sir?”
“Very nice. Very nice, indeed. From your performance, I suspect Mike told you what to expect and how to behave. Am I right?”
“He gave me some advice,” Eric said. Then he added, hoping to prevent Goldman from probing into details of the briefing and rehearsal, “I believe it’s important to be prepared, which is what I would do for your clients.”
“That’s good,” Goldman said. “Now there’s something else I need to see.”
Eric was confused. And worried. What else was there to see? He searched his memory for anything that Mike and Larry might have said about a continuation of the strip tease and drew a complete blank.
“Please be seated,” Goldman said. Eric complied. “I need to see you erect. Can you get yourself hard for me?”
That was definitely not in the script that Mike and Larry had coached him on. Nor was it a routine part of the selection process that Max usually followed. However, he asked it of Eric solely for the purpose of prolonging the opportunity to enjoy the sight of Eric’s exquisitely masculine form.
There was only one acceptable answer to Max’s request: “Yes, Sir.” Eric began fondling himself and in spite of the tension he felt he was able to rouse his cock to a fully upright stance.
“Impressive,” Goldman said in a rare statement of admiration. “Just one more thing, if you don’t mind. I’d like to see how long you can maintain your erection. Do whatever you like to keep it up while I ask you a few more questions.”
For the next thirty minutes, the questions were completely bland. None of them dealt with anything sexual. To sustain his hard-on, Eric was forced to keep half his mind focused on the extremely erotic encounters with Mike and the fantasies that had served him well in the past to achieve full arousal. The other half of his mind was more than adequate to carry on a conversation with Goldman. Just when his cock seemed to tire of waiting for orgasmic release, the man said, “Very good, young man. The job is yours.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You can get dressed. I’ll leave you now. I have some other business to attend to. I’ll send Justin in with some forms for you to fill out — just the standard employment forms along with a nondisclosure agreement. Welcome aboard.”
Eric didn’t have time to dress. Justin, the barely clad hunk who answered the door bell and was obviously just outside the closed door of Goldman’s office, burst into the room. His eyes did a quick but thorough reconnaissance of Eric’s naked body with particular attention to the still semi-hard cock. “My, my,” he said. “I knew you were attractive when I first saw you but I was wrong. You’re GORGEOUS! You’re going to be a star in the agency.” He then sat behind the desk but kept his eyes on the Adonis before him.
Eric succumbed to the flattering comments and yielded to a mischievous urge. He dressed very slowly, making an obvious effort to display his crotch and ass to the awestruck Justin who sat entranced, overcome with feelings of reverence, admiration, and lust. When Eric was fully dressed and seated, Justin said, “Gawd! You’ve given me a raging hard-on!” Surprisingly, he stood, lowered his bikini briefs, and adjusted his long, stiff rod to an upright and more comfortable position. He fondled himself briefly while Eric watched in wonder.
“Keep doing that,” Eric said, “and you’ll give me a hard-on.”
“Mustn’t do that,” Justin grinned. “It could lead to something. Max would not approve. He has this hang-up about monogamy.”
“So you and he...?”
“As if you didn’t know already!” Justin laughed. “Yes, we’ve been together for three years.”
Eric’s curiosity trumped his sense of decorum and he asked, “Is it more than a purely physical relationship? Is there a genuine affection between you?”
“Yes and no,” Justin replied. “For the first few weeks we were just sex buddies. I was his boy toy. But then the magic happened. I love him and he loves me.”
“I think that’s wonderful,” Eric gushed. “You’re both very lucky to have each other.”
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When Eric arrived home there was a phone message. “Hi, buddy. It’s Mike. Give me a call as soon as you can. I’m dying to find out how the meeting with Max Goldman went.”
Eric’s first call was to Mike to report everything that happened in the interview with no details left out. Mike was surprised at what he called the ‘erection endurance’ test but elated that Eric was hired. His second call was to a realtor to list the house in Denton.
To be continued...
My thanks to Iatia for his consistently meticulous editing and for his continuing encouragement.
Posted:09/14/12