Kyle, gay male escort extraordinaire, takes a job offer from one of his contacts to help take his mind off of his recent tryst with his neighbor Jason. The client this time has deep needs that are leading him down the path of destruction. Can Kyle pull him back and sooth the young man? And what does Jason think after seeing his new friend on the job?
Warning! This 16,500 word story contains m/m oral sex, anal sex and is intended for adult audiences only.
Excerpt:
From the way Al’s face was wincing, I could imagine what the little turd was saying to him. I came up the stairs and put our drinks down on the table, hard. It startled the guy and made him turn to look at me.
“Hey pal, he’s my date. Find your own man somewhere else.” I could see an acid comment die on his tongue as he figured out that I was a lot larger than he was. Instead he came out with the snappy comeback of. “I’m not gay, a**hole!”
“Oh! You’re not? My apologies, it’s just that you looked really queer to me.” His buddy behind him guffawed at that. “Daaammmnn Mike, you just got dissed.” he slapped his friend on the back continuing to crack up.
Mike was red from embarrassment, but I stopped his retort before it could go any further. I stepped up to him until we bumped chests and made him look up at me, making him understand that this wasn’t going to be a word fight if he continued. Normally I would never get this close to someone with my hands down if I was expecting a fight. Doing what I was doing is a quick way to get your ass whooped in a single blow. But this guy was a complete punk, I doubted he knew how to do me any real damage or even been in much of a fight before. He looked like a classic weak ass bully, all attitude, all predator but not willing to go after anything that looked like it might fight back. So I went for intimidation, it always pleased me to no end to stare down jerks like him.
“You’re not wanted at this table friend. Step back before I shove your friend up your ass.” His friend stopped laughing at that.
“Come on Mike, leave them alone, lets go see if we can score. I saw a few ladies up by the bar.” Mike let himself be pulled away by his friend after I completely shamed him. He gave me his best stare though.
“That was awesome! You should have punched the c**ksuckers lights out!” Al said as he leaned over toward me, relieved and elated. I just smiled at him. I knew that we didn’t have too much longer now so we had to make the most of it.
“Cause and effect Al, remember. I punch him and our date ends.” I pushed the glass to him. “Here, drink up, it’s a Long Island Tea. He looked crestfallen, but I could also tell he was thinking about what I said and remembering what happened in the car earlier. Thinking was a good sign. “Besides, you’re the c**ksucker here and while it’s true I want to do things to you...punching you isn’t one of them.” I let my hand rest on top of his on the table and gave him a smile. He blushed and pulled his hand away to help hold his drink, happy at my flirting.
