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

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Chapter 9
RISING STAR

Mike answered the door.  “Great to see you, Eric.  You’re just in time for dinner.  I hope you’ll join us.”

“I’m sorry,” Eric said.  “I thought you would have eaten already.”

“No.  Larry had an afternoon appointment so we’re eating a bit late tonight.  Come into the kitchen.  I’ve got dinner ready to put on the table.”

Eric had grabbed a burger to eat on the drive to Dallas but couldn’t resist sitting down to enjoy the Pizza and Diet Pepsi.  Mike couldn’t resist asking almost immediately, “So how did your sessions with clients go?  As good as your first one?”

Guessing at his friends’ interests, Eric describes his experiences in graphic detail.

Larry said to Mike, “Sounds familiar.  Doesn’t it?”

“It does.”  Turning to Eric, Mike said, “I’m sure you left them satisfied.”

“They seemed to be,” Eric replied.

After a bit more unrelated conversation, Mike said, “You said on the phone you needed some advice.  I hope there’s not a problem.”

“Sort of,” Eric replied.  “Before I get to that, I want to thank you both again for all the help you’ve been ... referring me to Max ... prepping me for the interview ... and for my first assignments ... but most of all for being friends.”

“So the rehearsals helped?” Larry grinned.

“Immensely!”

Larry laughed and said, “I gotta admit, those rehearsals gave me a hard-on.”

Mike chuckled and said, “But I took care of his problem after you left.”  They all laughed.

Mike grew serious and said, “I get the feeling that something is bothering you.”

“Yes.  Basically, I’m not sure about continuing with the agency.  I enjoy it.  It pays very well.  But I can’t make up my mind about continuing.”

After a pause, Mike asked, “If you enjoy it and it pays well, what’s the downside?”

Eric explained by mentioning the positives and negatives he had struggled with for days and concluded by saying, “Sometimes the pluses outweigh the minuses but later it’s just the opposite.”

“I understand your dilemma,” Mike mused.  “I had similar feelings when I started the job.  I was also hesitant over being a prostitute.  But for what it’s worth, I’m very happy doing it now.  Like you, I get a lot of satisfaction over giving lonely men what they desperately want ... especially the married guys in the closet.  Here’s another thing you should consider — Max is extremely pleased with you.  He’s told me that you’re a rising star in the agency.  What does that mean?  It means he will give you the best assignments.  No more clients like the fat guy you were with Saturday night.  More like the first two clients he gave you.  That will make the job even more enjoyable.  And profitable.”

“That leaves only one worry,” Larry added.  “Finding a partner to love and be loved by.  When that time comes ... and I’m sure it will ... you can continue working for the agency or leave.  Depending, of course, on your partner’s wishes.  Mike and I discussed this at length while we dated.  And you know what we decided.  Your future may be different than ours but I’m confident you’ll find Mr. Right.”

Eric was still conflicted when he drove home but what he heard from his friends — friends whose word he could trust — was influential in making up his mind.  He would continue working for the agency.  He would quit his job at the auto parts store.  He would move to Dallas as soon as his house was sold.  And he would no longer allow himself to be stressed by thoughts of being a whore boy.

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Two months later, Eric was settled into a spacious apartment in Dallas and receiving an average of five assignments each week from the agency.  The were occasionally overnight jobs but most of them were less than three hours.  And, as Mike had predicted, his clients were always refined with no weird requests.  They were usually in their forties or fifties and apparently well to do because their tips were generous.  The exception was Sam, a retired chemist whose wife had died two years before.  He was what Mike had called a snuggler.  The routine was always the same.  Eric would arrive at Sam’s house at ten, pull his new Mustang into the empty half of a two-car garage, and close the garage door.  Sam met him at the door from the garage to the kitchen with a warm greeting.  They immediately went upstairs to bed.  They undressed.  Eric allowed the man to admire the naked form in front of him until Sam stepped toward Eric and embraced him tightly and for several minutes.  In bed, they cuddled together while their hands roamed over the other’s body and concluded by prolonged fondling of the other’s cock.  Sam was aroused but his penis always stayed flaccid.  Eric inevitably sprouted a firm erection but consciously prevented himself from ejaculation.

Sam was always cordial and obviously grateful.  There was never a tip but Eric always felt good by knowing the pleasure he gave to the old man.  Because he had become fond of the aging man and wanted to do something special for him, Eric hatched a plan.  One night after several minutes of fondling, Eric moved down and engulfed the man’s cock in his mouth.

“Won’t do any good, Sonny,” Sam said.

“Maybe.  Maybe not,” Eric said.

“I haven’t had an erection for years.  And an orgasm for longer than that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eric replied.  “Just lie there and enjoy it.  But tell me if you want me to stop.’

Sam’s silence was his consent to the variation in their routine.  After several minutes the man’s cock was still limp but Eric heard groans of pleasure from his client.  Eric was almost ready to abandon his artful efforts when the groans got louder and Sam began bucking his hips.  Then the miracle happened.  Sam uttered a primal scream and Eric tasted the fluid that oozed out of the man’s cock.

Eric licked the floppy cock clean and moved up to lie beside the semi-conscious and still moaning man whose breathing and heart rate was more rapid than usual.  Eric was surprised to see tears rolling down the old man’s cheek.

“God damn!” Sam exclaimed.  “That was the most wonderful feeling.  I never thought I would ever experience it again.  What made you do it?”

“Because I thought you would like it,” Eric replied.  “I admit it was an experiment but if it worked I knew you would be pleased.”

“That I am, Sonny!  That I am!”

Moments later, Sam asked, “Would you like me to do the same to you?”

Eric suspected the offer was only obligatory so he said, “Thanks but no.  Let’s just lie here and enjoy each other’s company.”

Sam sighed.  Eric wondered if it was a sigh of relief.

When they parted in the morning, there was no tip in spite of the very special service.  But that didn’t matter.  The man was embarrassingly effusive in his expression of gratitude.  Eric said only, “I’m genuinely delighted that you enjoyed it.  If you like, we can repeat the experiment again.”

“I can’t wait!” Sam laughed.

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Max called Eric in the afternoon of the next day.  “I don’t know what you did with your client last night but I couldn’t stop him from praising what a wonderful person you are.  I’m not exaggerating when I say you’re the best member of the agency.  ALL your clients are pleased.  No, they’re extraordinarily pleased.”  Eric offered his thanks for the flattery and Max continued, “I don’t want to overwork you but I’ve got another client for you.  He’s asking for an all-nighter.  I can’t tell you his real name because he’s paranoid about anonymity but you can call him Tom Williams.  He was quite specific in requesting you by name.  He said you had been recommended by one of your clients; he wouldn’t say who but I’m not surprised.  You, my boy, are the perfection he wants.  Are you willing to take on a new assignment for tomorrow night?”

“Sure, Max.  When and where do I meet him?”

“That’s a bit unusual.  You’re to pick up a key to his room at the Omni about nine.  It’s a two bedroom suite.  He registered there using his alias and gave them the false name of his son, Jacob.  So if the desk clerk challenges you, tell him you’re Tom Williams’ son, Jacob.  Go to his room and let yourself in.  The client has some sort of social engagement and may be a little late but he’ll join you as soon as he can.”

“That IS unusual,” Eric remarked.  “But I guess it’s typical of a guy who’s deep in the closet.”

Eric arrived at the hotel a few minutes before nine and went inside.  His client for the night sat in a far corner of the lobby watching the young man over the top of a newspaper while eagerly anticipating the joy he would experience later.

Eric encountered no problem getting a key to the room from the desk clerk and took the elevator to the fifth floor.  He let himself into the room and found it empty.  No client.  No luggage.  No sign of anyone having occupied the room.  Nothing more than the standard although luxurious furnishing.  He sat in an easy chair by the window and waited.  Fifteen minutes later, he heard the lock on the door and saw the door open.  He was astonished — and slightly afraid — when he saw the client: Ted Connors!

“Eric!” Ted exclaimed.  “It’s good to see you again.”

Eric was seething inside as memories of Ted’s unforgivable deception flooded his mind.  All thoughts of giving superior service to a client were instantly replaced with anger and hatred.  But, with great effort, he controlled his raging emotions.  Knowing Ted’s methods and the fact that he had specifically requested him by name, it was obvious that his former partner had hired a private investigator who discovered the association with the escort agency.  That infuriated Eric even more.

Ted couldn’t miss noticing the anger in Eric’s scarcely concealed scowl.  “Eric.  Listen to me for a minute.  I’m truly sorry for withholding information that you had every right to know.  It was the biggest mistake of my life.  And I paid a tremendous price ... losing you.  I’ve worried about you ever since.  I beg you.  Please forgive me.”

Eric was rapidly losing what remained of his control of his temper and snarled, “Worried about me?  Bull shit!  Your only concern in all the time I was with you was sex.”  The flaming outburst was more intense than when Eric had fled from Ted’s estate and continued, “I don’t remember a single time when you expressed any affection for me ... even when you knew you were my father.  You withheld the information because you thought it would jeopardize the satisfaction of your lust.  That was SELFISH.  And MALICIOUS.  You didn’t want a companion.  You didn’t want ME, your son.  All you wanted was a body to suck and fuck.  No, I can’t forgive you.”

Ted begged, “Please, Son.  Come back.  I promise I’ll be a better father.”

“Why should I believe that?  And don’t call me Son!  You fucked my mother once ... and only for sex.  Even that was another selfish deception.  My father was a real dad for years.  You’re not even a shadow of the man he was.  I’m outta here.  Complain to the agency if you want but they’ll ask for my side of the story.  After that, you’ll never be able to hire an escort from them again.”

Eric stormed out of the room, leaving a dejected Ted Connors to suffer from his failure to lure Eric back into his life.  His was not the grief of a parent losing a son but the misery of losing a desirable and constant sex partner.

Eric drove home with memories of Ted’s intolerable duplicity while they lived together and, even worse, tracking him down to recapture his prey.  He recognized, of course, that what he had done with Ted and was now doing with the agency was sex for hire.  But there was a significant difference.  There was absolutely no expectation of affection from his clients; it was strictly a business transaction.  Ted, however, knew he was fucking his son whom he should have loved or at least shown some measure of affection.

By the next morning, Eric had quelled his rage.  He called Max and said, “I didn’t service the client last night.  You can refund his money if you want although he’s extremely wealthy and won’t miss the money.  No doubt you want to know why I didn’t service him.  He’s the man I lived with for a long time before joining the agency.  He was generous and never cruel but very unethical.  He hid the fact that my father died.  He hid the fact that he was my biological father.  He knew it all the time he was using me for sex and didn’t tell me something as important as that ... something I had a right to know.  It exposed his selfish lust.

Max paused to digest the unexpected information while Eric worried about his status in the agency.  Finally, Max said, “I understand.  You don’t approve of incest.”

“No,” Eric objected.  “There’s nothing wrong with sex between a father and son if it’s part of a loving relationship.  Ted Connors didn’t love me as a son.  He hid the fact that I was his son because if he revealed it he might lose the convenience of a constantly available sex partner.”

“I see,” Max replied.  “I might have done the same thing.  It’s not the first time one of my boys has refused to serve a client ... each for their own reasons.”

“If you don’t agree with my decision to refuse to service him and want to fire me, that’s your decision.”

“Let me assure you, Eric, the last thing I want to do is to lose a rising star like yourself.  And thanks for the prompt explanation.  I wouldn’t want to hear bad news from a new client without knowing the full story.”

“Thanks for understanding, Max.  And for the compliment.  It’s a pleasure to be working for you.”

“Pleasure is what we’re all about,” Max laughed.

To be continued...

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Iatua’s editing improved this story.  His encouragement fueled the author’s writing.

Posted:09/21/12