Trials and Triumphs II
By: Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 8
AN ELUSIVE DECISION

Max called Eric soon after Mike’s call.  “Eric, my boy,” he gushed.  “You were a big hit on Friday night.  The client was positively effusive in his praise for your performance.  No small part of it was how well you talked him through his anxieties, which allowed him to fully enjoy the night.  He wants another session Thursday night ... this time at his home.  Are you willing to take on another long shift from seven on Thursday to noon on Friday?"

“Yes, sir.”

“Good!  I’ll send you his address along with payment for your outstanding inaugural performance.  One more thing.  One of our regulars wants company on Saturday night.  All the other escorts are booked that night and I’m confident that you can please him.  It’s not an all-nighter, just a few hours.  Can you handle it for me?”

“Of course.”

“Great!  I’ll have Justin call you will details — where, when, his preferences, that sort of thing.  Welcome aboard, Eric.  You’re going to be a great asset for the agency.”

On Tuesday, a letter from the agency came with the information Max had promised together with a check.  Eric was astonished at the amount of the check.    With the tip Richard gave him, it almost matched his weekly pay at the auto parts store.  For one night’s enjoyment!  Compensation was never discussed in all his conversations with Mike, Larry, Max, and Justin.  He hadn’t asked and they hadn’t volunteered the information.  Clearly, with only a few more assignments each week, his new job would easily surpass his income from a forty hour week peddling fan belts and wiper blades.  But he prudently decided that he would not quit his day job yet.  He would wait a few weeks to be sure that he wanted to commit to his new career.  He needed to think it through very carefully.

To aid him in evaluating his options, he made two lists.

Postive:

+ Considerable increase in income

+ Enjoyable “work”

+ Lots of free time

+ Getting out of Denton

+ (Maybe) finding a loving partner in Dallas

Negative:

- Stigma of being a male prostitute

- Variable and uncertain income

- Risk of unsavory clients (kinky, fat, etc.)

- Risk (minimal) of arrest

- Risk of disease

- Not long term (getting too old)

- Burn out - bored with job

He pondered over the lists for days — adding, deleting, and revising.  For example, he changed a negative (burn out) to a positive (can quit at any time).  His decision alternated between staying with the agency and declining all further assignments.  As a result, he was nowhere near a confident decision.  Maybe if he asked Mike and Larry for advice he could make up his mind.

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At ten minutes before nine on Friday night (no free meal in this gig) he arrived at the Omni Dallas hotel on Lamar Street, parked, and walked to the front desk.  “I’m here to see Mr. Prescot.”

“Yes,” the desk clerk replied.  “Your father is expecting you.  Go right on up to room 1237.”  The father-son fiction was part of the information Justin gave to Eric.

Prescot was waiting at the open door of his room.  Eric guessed it was a sign of the man’s eagerness to get down to business.  He was a tall man of about fifty and only slightly overweight, much of it around his waist but otherwise well built and handsome with short blonde hair, square jar, and piercing eyes.  He wore slacks and a white dress shirt open at the collar.    “Eric?” the man asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

The man flashed a friendly smile and said, “Good.  Come in.”  He pointed to one of two chairs in the room and said, “Have a seat.”  Prescot sat in the other chair.  Eric had been worried about substituting for guys who were much more experienced but his worries vanished because the man said, “I was disappointed that Tim was not available but I assure you that after seeing you I’m no longer disappointed.”

“Thank you, Sir.  I hope you can say the same thing in the morning.  I’ll try to meet or exceed your expectations.”

The man held up a half-full glass of whiskey and asked, “Can I fix you a drink?”

“Thank you but no.”

Prescot sipped his drink and asked, “Before we get started, can you tell me about yourself?”

Eric was befuddled by the question.  He didn’t expect to have to recite his biography and he wasn’t at all sure what to include.  He chose to focus on what he thought would be relevant to the situation.  “I’m nineteen.  I was a companion to a wealthy executive for several months and he was — if I may say so — extremely pleased with me.  I’d rather not say who he is or why we parted because it would violate confidentiality.  I’ve also had experience with others before and after living with the executive.  I’m new to the agency but I’ve received praise for my work.  Is there anything else you would like to know?”

Prescot was impressed with Eric’s demeanor and admired even more what appeared to be a firm, muscular body beneath his clothes.  He was especially pleased with the young man’s honoring of confidentiality.  “You come very highly recommended.  It was Max’s glowing description of you and your work that convinced me to accept a substitute.  But he didn’t say how long you’ve worked for him or how many clients you have served.”

It was not phrased as a question but Eric felt compelled to answer.  “Only one week and only one client so far.  But the client was extremely pleased and has booked me for more sessions.  Max must also be pleased because he’s given me more assignments.”

“Let me see what you’ve got under your clothes.”

It was an abrupt and bold deviation from the course of the conversation but Eric stood and began to undress.  Fortunately, he had practiced the procedure with coaching from Mike and Larry and successfully followed it in his interview with Max.  His movements were just slow enough to tease (and arouse) but not exaggerated to the point of being unnatural.  Prescot’s attention never wavered.  His rational need to examine the merchandise was abandoned in favor of relishing the sight of an extraordinarily attractive young man revealing himself.

When Eric lowered his bikini briefs, his last article of clothing, his cock and balls swung free and Prescot gasped, “NICE!”  The conclusion of the subdued strip tease came when Eric repositioned his cock in a way that convincingly seemed to be a natural gesture but was actually a deliberate way to attract attention to what he was offering to his client.  The ploy was unnecessary because Prescot’s eyes were riveted to the cock of above average length and diameter.  Still, it added to the man’s lustful desire.

Without another word, the man quickly stripped off his clothes and wrapped his arms around his companion for the night.  He held Eric in a tight embrace for several minutes as he felt his cock engorge.  Eric’s cock also responded to the contact of their naked bodies but not as rapidly as his client’s.

Wordlessly, Prescot led Eric to the bed, laid him down, and lay beside him.  He then spent several minutes running his hand over the young man’s body.  Nothing between his knees and shoulders were unexplored.  Except the cock which was now fully erect.  The man moved to straddle Eric’s legs and began to fondle the hardened shaft and pendulous balls.  Unable to restrain his desires any longer, Prescot wrapped his lips around Eric’s cock, drawing it slowly into and out of his mouth while teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue.  His technique was so skillful that Eric had to consciously resist the urge to ejaculate.

Again without saying anything, the man moved up to straddle Eric’s chest and positioned his own throbbing cock in front of Eric’s face.  It was more of a nonverbal request than an invitation so Eric engulfed the stiff rod and began to suck.  Although the client was totally in charge, Eric was keenly aware of the need to be an active participant and used what he had learned — mostly with Ted Connors — to stimulate and arouse.  He squeezed the man’s ass checks, deftly slid a finger into the hairy crack, and massaged the puckered orifice.  Prescot didn’t object so (with difficulty because of no lubrication) he worked a finger up to the first knuckle into the anal channel, which then allowed him to intensify the stimulation.

Unexpectedly, Prescot withdrew his cock from Eric’s mouth and said, “I want to fuck you.  Have you cleaned yourself out?”

“Yes.  Thoroughly.”

“Good.  I’m going to lie back.  Get on top of me and sit on my cock.  Face me so I can watch your cock bounce as you ride me.”

Eric complied, doing all the work while his client lay motionlessly.  After several minutes, Prescot closed his eyes.  With a groan and a powerful upward thrust of his hips he discharged a load of cum deep in Eric’s ass.

Eric maintained his position with the deflating cock buried in him but without moving.  When the ecstasy of his orgasm wore off, the man ordered, “Off!  On your back!”  He was clearly a man accustomed to authority and being obeyed.  He was a man of few words but they were unambiguous in meaning.  Eric obeyed the commands.  Prescot then sucked Eric’s cock in a way that was somewhere between active and ferocious.  Soon, Eric warned, “I’m gonna cum!”  The information had no effect on Prescot’s efforts.  Several blasts of cum assaulted the back of the man’s throat and were swallowed.

They showered, gently but thoroughly washing each other in decidedly erotic ways before crawling into bed and cuddling tightly together.  Prescot said nothing as they awaited sleep.  The man was reflecting on what had been a thoroughly satisfying experience.  Eric, however, was worried that he had not performed well.  There was nothing in the information Justin had provided about Prescot’s habits of not communicating in other than terse commands.  He had tried to please but the lack of any signs of approval or appreciation was distressing.  He felt in many ways the same as he did during the last days with Ted Connors.  He was nothing more than an available body although a desirable one.  He didn’t expect affection from a client of the agency.  But he did expect more than a single-minded interest in carnal gratification.

Morning brought an identical repeat of the sexual activities of the night before.  As Eric dressed to leave, he was depressed but maintained an outwardly cordial attitude.  His disappointment and sense of failure weighed heavily on him.  That changed, however, when Eric got dressed and Prescot said, “It’s been wonderful, Kid.  You don’t have the experience of Tim but your performance was flawless.  Can we get together again?”

“I’d be happy to,” Eric replied but, worried about stealing a client from another staff member, said, “Just call the agency, Sir.  They make the assignments.”

“I will.  And I intend to make my choice known!  I couldn’t wish for anyone better than you.”

Eric just grinned, “Thank you.  I’m glad you were pleased.”

He turned to leave but stopped when the smiling Prescot said, “I think you forgot something on the bedside table.”

Eric looked and saw several bills in a money clip.  He walked over, picked it up, and asked, “Are you sure this is not yours, Sir?”

Prescot laughed.  “You ARE new at this game, aren’t you?  It’s yours!”

In the elevator, Eric counted the cash.  The client was not amiable but he was VERY generous.

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Eric’s appointment that evening with another client was less rewarding.  A very overweight man in his late sixties who reeked of cigarette smoke met him at a Holiday Inn.  With no preliminaries and minimal foreplay, they got naked and sucked each other to orgasm in a 69 position.  It was over in less than an hour.  He complimented Eric and thanked him profusely but Eric left without a tip.

As Eric drove home, he reflected on the two experiences.  The only similarity was that both clients were interested in one thing only: sexual gratification.  He wondered if that would be a common thread in every subsequent assignment.  He also wondered if he would find a partner and be able to form a loving bond.  If so, would he be able to live separate lives like Larry and Mike who inexplicably seemed able to love each other while constantly servicing lonely men.

When he arrived home, he revised his lists of pros and cons once more.

To be continued...

My thanks to Iatia for his consistently meticulous editing and for his continuing encouragement.

Posted:09/28/12