Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 14:36:34 -0400 From: Peter Amore Subject: An Escort's Diary - Part 7 - My Mini-Vacation - Part 2 AN ESCORT'S DIARY - Part 7 By Peter Amore MY MINI VACATION - Part 2 August 2002 DISCLAIMER: This story is true, but names and physical location have been changed to protect the parties to the story. It depicts homosexual acts between men who are all consenting adults. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR IF IT IS ILLEGAL IN THE PLACE YOU LIVE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE. PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX. IT MAY LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES. This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but may not be copied or archived on any other site without the consent of the author in writing. Copyright: 2002 - Author: Peter Amore - All Rights are Reserved. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is the seventh in what I plan to be a continuing series of my experiences as a male escort. I also plan on including stories recounted to me by clients, fellow escorts and my partner who is also an escort. This story is about events that took place on a long weekend getaway I took to the Delaware shore. For those of you who have not read my previous stories, let me tell you something about myself. I have been escorting for over 2 years. Through an agency for part of the time and on my own for the remainder. I live in the Philadelphia area, which is known as the City of Brotherly Love. I am 28, but look like 25, 5'8", 155 lbs, light brown hair and brown eyes. I am cut, have a 6.5-7 inch dick, a 32" waist and a nice "bubble" butt. I am sexually versatile, but more a bottom, not big on the anal thing, although I do get fucked. I prefer to be on my stomach, but will do whatever the customer wants. I like to get rimmed, but don't do it myself. I will only have safe sex (with a condom). I do suck, but don't swallow. I can say that I have the most fun while the client and I are 69ing, but, again, the customer is always right. I have had several customers who have given me tongue baths, which I find hot and have been a Cock and Ass Sundae on occasion. Not that it means much, but I am a college graduate, so I can carry on conversations at all levels and have been invited to many parties. I am 100% gay but very straight acting. Now for the story --- Well, what can I say? With all the excitement that had occurred in the first hour of my vacation, I figured that there couldn't be any more out there. I figured that it would be pretty quiet and relaxing. I was content with the idea of a few drinks at a local bar and then taking in some sun during the day. I also thought I may be lucky enough to get a call or two from the agency. After a nap in the early part of the evening, I got up and dressed. I then went over to a local bar to see what was happening. I stayed for awhile, talked to a few people then figured I'd head back to my room for a good night's sleep. On my way out, I ran into an old boyfriend who knew what I did for a living. Usually, these situations can be uncomfortable, but this wasn't. He was a good guy and I was rather happy to run into him. We made small talk for a while and caught up on old times. His current boyfriend was across the bar playing pool. The boyfriend then walked over an introduced himself as Drew. He was handsome, 25 years old and sort of Mediterranean looking. He was very polite, but it made me uncomfortable when they began to whisper. After a few awkward moments, Drew asked me what I was doing Saturday night. I didn't have any plans, but didn't want to tell them that, so I gave a rather vague answer. Not a whole lot was said after that and they prepared to leave. On the way out, Drew handed me a plain white card. Nothing was written on it, except an address, 10:00 p.m., Saturday and "$$$". They both then departed the bar without another word. I went to my room, undressed and went to bed. I was aroused and intrigued by the card. I was going to jerk off, but I thought better about it, in case I got a call later and had to perform. The next day, I got up early and spent most of the day on the beach. It was hot and so were some of the guys on the beach. I spent most of the day reading. Reading and occasionally glancing at the mysterious card I was using as a bookmark. It still seemed odd to me but intrigued me. As I left the beach, I decided to see if I could find the address in the daylight. I had no idea of where it was, but the idea of exploring for it sounded like fun. A few blocks from the beach, I noticed a nature trail. I thought I would see where it went and continue with my search for the address later. After walking about a half hour with not a lot to see, my mind began to drift back to the day before and my sexual exploits. Those thoughts turned me on and I was thinking of returning to the guesthouse to find that boy so I could pound his ass again. Before that could happen, I noticed a public bathroom in the middle of the park and decided to go in. When I did, the place was empty, so I went up to a urinal to relieve myself. The idea of just jerking off in a place like this seemed hot to me, even though there was no one else in the building. So, I began to stroke my dick in this public place. As I was standing there doing my thing, another guy walked in. He was wearing shorts, a tee shirt and a baseball cap, but I did not want to look too closely because I thought he would think I was cruising him or looking for a trick. (I am not a street hooker, so I usually don't cruise.) He walked over to me and pulled out his cock like he was going to urinate. But he didn't. This made me very curious. I looked over to see what he was doing and noticed his cock was nice and thick, not to mention semi-erect. He then noticed what I was doing and began to do the same. He then leaned over and asked what I was into. I replied, "Depends on the guy." He then asked me to suck his dick. I really wanted it, but was reluctant to do so because of where we were. He then asked me a second time and I agreed so we went into one of the stalls. I sat on the commode and started to suck his dick, as he became rock hard. It tasted sweet and pungent at the same time. It also tasted like salt water since he had just been in the ocean. He was quiet, but hot to be serviced. After I had been blowing him for a while, I lifted up his short to see his body. It was very nice, all tan and tight with a little hair on his chest. I then started to use my hand and mouth so I could suck it faster. He really seemed to enjoy this. He then asked me to remove my shirt and I thought this was odd, but when I did, he grabbed his dick and began to jerk it wildly and shot a huge load all over my chest. He then got dressed. It was very hot. At this point, I realized I was not going to cum. He was the type of stud who only gets serviced but does not reciprocate. This was totally all right with me. He turned and left the bathroom. Just then my cell phone rang. It was the dispatcher from the agency. He told me that he had two calls for me. One was at five in the evening and one was at two in the morning. I thought about it and said I would do them. In the back of my mind, I knew I had the card with 10:00 P.M. written on it, but figured I could go there in between my calls. Just then I realized it was good that I did not cum in the bathroom. It was now 3:30 P.M., so I told him I would call him from my room to get the details. This would be a good weekend financially. Even though I was in Delaware, I would be paid as if I traveled from Philadelphia. I went back to the guesthouse, and went down to take a shower. I was disappointed and also relieved that it was empty. I went back up to my room to get the details. The 5:00 p.m. call was from a regular for the agency who was booking for a two-hour call. He told me that I would probably get fucked, so I should prepare myself. The call in the middle of the night was from a new client, who was going to call back at 9:00 p.m. to confirm the time and place. As a result, he didn't know what it would entail. (This is the problem. The agency, for legal reasons does not ask and unless the client is specific, they don't tell you. I am listed as "Very Versatile and Affectionate", so that means anything safe goes.) Just before I left for the call, I douched and lubed my ass, in case the client wanted to do it without lubrication. I had been burned once like that and didn't want to let it happen again. The call was two blocks away, so I put on an A&F shirt, my boxers, a pair of cargo shorts and sandals. I walked up to the house and, as it always is, my heart was pounding with the fear of the unknown. I knocked on the door and it immediately opened. It was almost as if the client was watching me come up the walk. I was faced with an overweight guy, about 50, who was wearing gold chains and short shorts, nothing else. He looked so bizarre. His hair was dark but had blond streaks and he was covered with thick hair, all over, even on his toes. With the door still open, he pulled me to him and gave me a wet, sloppy kiss and started licking my face like a dog. I pulled away and asked to use the bathroom. He then said that he would like to come with me to hold my cock while I urinated and showed me where it was. True to his word, he held my cock while I pissed. It was hard doing it. Even with all the nudity I see and the things I do, urinating with someone else holding my cock is unusual. After a few seconds, he dropped to his knees and put my cock in his mouth and drank my piss. I thought I was in for a wild two hours and I was right. He then washed his mouth with Listerine and asked me if I wanted something to drink while he was holding his cock. I said that water, in a bottle, or a can of Sprite would be fine. I never take water from a pitcher or in a glass unless I can see where it came from. I don't want to get drugged or poisoned. He gave me an unopened bottle of water and we sat on the sofa. After a few minutes of small talk, he took off his shorts and I searched for his penis with my eyes. He had so much pubic hair; I could hardly find it while it was soft. He then asked if he could undress me. I said, "Of course, anything you want within reason goes." He began to undress me and soon had me nude. He then began to suck my cock. He was very rough and I had to remind him about his teeth several times. While he was sucking me, he was working his fingers into my ass. I just kept rubbing his head and looking to see if I could find his penis in the forest of hair. He then suggested we go into the bedroom and lay on the bed. We did and he asked me to suck him. It took a few minutes to get his 2-inch cock hard. It didn't grow very much and I knew that he wouldn't be able to fuck me. After ten minutes, he began to shoot all over my face. When he did, he let out a loud moan and collapsed on the bed. I still hadn't cum and was so turned off by him I would have to fantasize to come. As it turned out, he didn't want me to come but just wanted me to lie next to him for the remainder of the two hours. I did and had a hard time staying awake. At the end of the two hours, he put his shorts on. I took a shower and got dressed. As I was getting ready to leave, he took out his credit card. I got out my portable imprinter and then called the agency for the authorization number. While I was on the phone, the dispatcher was laughing. He knew all along what this client had wanted and knew from the beginning I wouldn't get fucked. After he signed the credit card slip he gave me a $100 bill as a tip. I thanked him and left. I went back to the guesthouse, took another long shower, alone and went to rest on my bed to prepare for the evening. I called the agency and asked them to call me a 9:00 p.m. with the details and a wake up call. To be continued. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well, that's it. I hoped I haven't bored you and that you enjoyed this. What do you think? Would you like to know what happened that evening? Should I continue writing? I would appreciate any suggestions. Let me know and also let me know if you have any stories you want me to relate. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com. All replies will be answered, except flames, which will be ignored.