Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2012 15:45:13 -0700 From: Mark James Subject: Trade 8 by Mark James Trade 8 by Mark James I walked into the room. There were probably 100 men and women in expensive clothes, having drinks and conversations and looking at the artwork on the wall. This was an invitation only party in a very exclusive and expensive apartment. I looked around and saw, just as the guy had said, a couple of lesbians on the left making out on the floor and a couple of gorgeous guys on the right in the throes of a 69. Nobody was paying them a bit of attention. Obviously they were just another type of art in a room filled with art. The rich are different. I was very uncomfortable and felt distinctly out of place. I had on what to me was an expensive new suit, but compared to what the other men in the room were wearing I might as well have bought it in the thrift store. Nobody paid me a bit of attention. I walked through the crowd to the middle of the room. There was another beautiful, well build guy just like me, wearing a suit just like mine. Our eyes met, he smiled and he started to stroke his crotch. I walked over to him, leaned in and kissed him as my hand replaced his at his crotch. He had a long hard cock in his pants. I pulled my face back from his. He put his hand on my shoulder, pushed me to my knees and said, "Eat me cocksucker." I dropped to my knees, undid his pants and pulled them and his shorts down to his ankles. His beautiful 7 inch, cut cock with a nice size head poked at my mouth. I opened my lips and it slid in my mouth all the way down to his pubic hair and I sat there on my knees, in the midst of all of these people and sucked his dick. It had been just six months ago that I had found myself accidentally elevated from a street hustler to an escort servicing guys that had more money that I had ever expected to see. I went from a $50.00 a trick hustler to a $500.00-$1,000.00 a trick escort almost overnight. After my first couple of tricks in the Sheraton, I made an arrangement with the head bellman in the most expensive hotels in town and suddenly I was operating in a different world. It quickly became apparent that the cost of my services didn't mean a thing to the guys I escorted. Sometimes escorting was all I did, but most of the time sex, of some type was involved. For an all nighter, I could pull down two to five grand. I had moved out of the shared apartment and moved to a more upscale apartment, because sometime that is where my tricks tricked. I was busy all the time and had accumulated quite a number of names in my little black book. A couple of days previously a guy I didn't know had called. He used the names of a couple of my clients as references and then he asked if I wanted to make $10,000 for a half an hour of sex. He said he was in a bind because one of the guys he had hired was sick and he needed an immediate replacement. There was never any doubt in my mind unless it was really bizarre, but I asked him what he wanted me to do. He said, "There is going to be an art viewing party the day after tomorrow. I want you to have oral sex and then anal sex with another guy I have hired." "That doesn't sound that difficult," I said. "Maybe not, but let me finish. What I want you do is go to the party, find your partner, who will be in the middle of the crowd at the party, suck his cock, have him suck your cock and then you fuck him to orgasm." "Jesus man, I will be arrested. I don't know about this." "You won't be arrested. This is a private party for a group of very rich, very powerful people in a private home. You and your partner will be one of 6 sets of people who will be having sex during the party. Believe me there will be no cops there. All six couples are just "set pieces" for the party. "I don't know." I said. "Look Man, I'm in a bind, I'll make it $15,000; half before and half after the event. The only stipulation is that you have to have a hard erection; soft cocks or half hard erections won't do. Some people freeze performing in public. I checked you out and you have rave reviews from your clients so I'm willing to take a chance. "This will probably bring you a lot more clients from or through the people at the party. These people are made out of money and they don't mind spending it." "OK," I told him. He gave me all the pertinent information on the when, where and how and so here I am on my knees sucking cock. My cock is hard and so is my partner's cock. Nobody is paying us much attention and after I got involved in the sex the rest of the people in the room just faded away. It isn't the first time I've been on display. I loved sucking his cock. While I slurped and sucked away at it he stripped off the rest of his clothes and I stripped down to my shorts and tie. He had a beautiful body and that just got me more sexually excited. He kept talking sex trash talk at me. I loved it "Yeah, eat me man." "You like cock don't you?" "Suck it, cocksucker." "You've got a great mouth man." "Shit, you keep that up I'm gonna cum" He held my head and face fucked me and his cum rose and he prepared to ejaculate. Then he pulled back, shot off into my open mouth, filled my mouth with his cock again and face fucked me as he filled my mouth with his cum. He pulled me to my feet, kissed me and licked his cum off of my face and then he slid to his knees and sucked on my cock. He wasn't a shrinking violet; He slid his lips up and down my cock with reckless abandon. He obviously really liked sucking cock and he was good at it. He looked up at me as he sucked my cock and stroked my stomach muscles. I have had enough people suck my cock to understand the look he gave me. He wanted me to make him suck me. So I rammed my cock in his mouth and said, "Eat me cocksucker." I grabbed his head and roughly forced my cock all the way down his throat and deep throat face fucked him for a while. Finally he gagged and I pulled my cock back. "What do you say cock sucker." "Thank you sir, please do it again." So I did, for a longer time. He said, "Thank you for making me suck your cock, sir." I heard clapping and looked around. Most of the people around us had stopped to look and were applauding our efforts. "You don't get to suck me any more. I'm gonna fuck your ass." I pulled him to his feet, turned him around and lay him against a table as I dropped to my knees, spread his cheeks and licked his asshole. I slid my tongue in and out off his asshole, lubricating it with my saliva for 5 minutes and then I was ready to fuck his ass. I slid on a lubricated condom as he reached back and spread his cheeks. I slid the head of my cock against his asshole and pushed. This was obviously not his first fuck because my cock slid right in and I impaled his ass up to my pubis. "Oh yean, God, fuck me man," he said. Oh Jesus, did he ever have a lovely chute. I slid my cock in and out rapidly and roughly and he loved it. "Fuck me man." "Harder." "Faster." "Thank you for fucking my ass sir," "Please fuck me some more sir." "I'm cumming." I cried. I pulled the condom off and shot cum on to his butt. He quickly turned around, slid to his knees and sucked on my softening cock as he licked off the residual cum. I heard polite clapping. Again we had been watched and appreciated. We picked up our clothes and walked out of the room. We went to the bathroom and showered and dressed. We exchanged names and phone numbers and he left. I went down 4 floors to another apartment to where I had been instructed to go to collect the balance of my fee. The door was answered by a guy not much older than me who was incredibly gorgeous wearing a polo shirt and tight jeans,. "You must be Randy," he said, "I'm Bill, come in." He handed me an envelope he took off of a table by the door and said, "Here is the balance of your fee." I started to put it in my pocket until he said, "No, don't put it away. Check the cash to make sure that the amount is correct and verify those hundred dollar bills to make sure they aren't counterfeit. Always make sure you get paid the right amount and in real money. In your business there will always be somebody who figures they can cheat you and that there will be nothing you can do about it. I appreciate you trusting me this time. But my advice for the future would be to always get paid up front." "Thanks, I appreciate the advice," I said. "Do you have a few minutes to talk?" "Yes, I do." "Why don't you come in then? Can I offer you something to drink?" A cocktail, water or maybe a coke." "No, I'm fine," I said, as we walked into the living room. Boy did I ever feel out of place. The tasteful opulence of the place was mind-blowing. I must have been gawking because suddenly I tripped over my own feet. Bill grabbed me as I started to fall and I grabbed him to stay upright. He was all muscle and suddenly there was a hard bulge in my crotch. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm not usually so clumsy." "Could happen to anybody," he said as he sat in a chair and gestured at another for me to sit in. "How long have you been in the escort business?" "A couple of years," I said with a slight stutter and I could feel my face redden. "Would you be willing to take on another client tonight?" "Do you mean you?" "No, it would be with someone who saw you at the art exhibit this afternoon. The fee would be $3,000 an hour or $10,000 a night." My throat suddenly got dry and I croaked, "Sure, I'm available tonight." He stood up and walked to the bar. "Let me get you some water" He brought it back and handed me the glass. "But the client would have to meet your standards? Right? Let me see if I understand your conditions. Your clients have to be clean. Anybody can suck your cock or fuck you but, even though you are gay, you do not, in general, reciprocate or kiss with obese or elderly clients and prefer that this be understood before hand." I felt embarrassed when I said, "That is generally true." I heard what he was saying but I wasn't really listening. What I wanted to do was suck his dick. I couldn't help it he just affected me that way. My cock was as hard as a rock. I had to look at him since he was talking to me but he was driving me nuts with desire. I wanted nothing more that to drop to my knees and bury my face in his crotch. It didn't help that I could see that he had a bulge in his crotch also. "But you will do `role playing' and are willing to engage in safe S & M. I presume that means escapable restraints for you but not necessarily for the client." "Yeah, that's also true, but all of those conditions are flexible depending upon the individual and the situation." I licked my lips and glanced at his crotch. I desperately wanted to adjust my package but he was sitting right in front of me and that would be more than impolite so all I could do was wiggle about on the chair. "You know it sounds like you just want to have sex with people you would normally have sex anyway if you weren't in the business of providing sex." "I never really thought about it that way, but I guess you are right." "I had you investigated you know, before I hired you." "No. I didn't know that. But you obviously live in a different world than I do and it would seem a reasonable thing to do from your perspective." "You haven't been at this monetary level in the escort business for very long and the fact that you are here at all seems to have happened by chance." "I suppose that's true." Out of the blue he asked, "Would you like to have sex with me?" "Sure," I said, "You must have noticed that just touching you gave me an erection, but no, I wouldn't. Sex is my business and as much as I would like it I would have to be paid." I stood up and said, "May I use your restroom." He stared at my crotch and said, "That is quite a hard-on you have there." "At the risk of being crude, I've got to tell you, you have got me so turned on just by sitting there that if I move suddenly I am going to lose my load in my pants. That's why I need to use your restroom. Please" He slid to his knees, unbuttoned my trousers and let them and my shorts drop down around my ankles and said, "It would be a shame to waste it. I was sort of paralyzed and seemed to watching the scene from outside of my body. My cock was as hard and long as I ever remember it being. I could feel the breeze from the air conditioning swirling around and I could feel the cum rushing up my shaft. I had been in some bizarre sexual situations before but this beat all of them. Bill leaned forward, opened his mouth and enveloped the head of my cock. He had timed it perfectly and his mouth filled up with my cum as my orgasm started. I was rooted to the floor and seemed to lose a never ending stream of cum. I could see him swallowing as he coped with my gift of semen. I shivered and shook with erotic sensations and whispered, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" as I went through my orgasm and it ended. It did not seem appropriate to yell considering where I was and who I was with. Midway through my orgasm Bill slid his lips over my cock, deep throated me, grabbed my ass with both hands and held me there and coincidentally held me up as my legs threatened to give out. He got up, smiled and said, "Well I guess that took care of that problem." He undid his jeans and let them and his shorts fall to the floor. He had the most incredibly beautiful 7 inch cut cock with a large bulbous head that stood straight from the crotch. "I seem to have the same problem. I'm going to lose my load any minute." I didn't even think about it, I just dropped to my knees. He stepped out of his jeans and spread his legs. "If you will just slid your fingers between my legs and softly massage my perineum I will more than likely explode like a volcano." So I leaned over, took the head of his cock in my mouth and softly massaged his perineum. Suddenly his body shook and I could feel the head of his cock expand in my mouth. He grabbed my head and held it as his cum spilled into my mouth. Midway through his orgasm, he pulled my head to his pubis, effectively burying his cock in my mouth and poured the rest of his offering down my throat. I took the opportunity to let my hands roam over his hard muscular body to any area I could reach. I felt his cock soften and finally he released my head and I pulled my mouth from his cock and stood up. We looked at one another and then without a hitch we locked lips and kissed letting our juices mingle as we lost ourselves in 5 minutes of mind blowing kissing. I didn't know what to say or do. Bill was more practical; he walked over to the bar and brought back a couple of wet and a couple of dry towels. We washed and dried each other without saying a word and then we both got dressed. Finally I said, "Well so much for not having sex without getting paid for it." He smiled and said, "Well look at it his way, we were both losing our loads without having sex and all we did was not waste our loads by spilling them on the floor. The load I took was particularly delicious and I wanted you from the moment I saw you so I have no regrets. Of course you are the one who sells your body for a living so you might have a different perspective." "I didn't even know you were gay when I arrived. But from the moment I saw you all I could think about was kissing, sucking, fucking and caressing you or licking your ass. That is why I ended up with an involuntary ejaculation. But that was lust. Actually I think I fell in love with you at first sight. This is not a good thing to have happen to a hustler and it is not likely that you fell in love with me. You can buy any body you want although with your looks you don't ever have to buy anybody. We don't even live in the same world." "My ejaculation was almost as involuntary as yours so I think it can be safely said that I lusted after you more so than anybody else I can ever remember. Obviously I am in lust with you. I don't know whether I'm in love with you. If it will make you feel better I will pay you $5,000 for that little episode." "That might have worked if we had proceeded on that basis from the beginning, but now it would just make me feel bad. From now on I could never take money from you for sex. My relationship with you has changed. I don't understand what has happened. I know that you have the right to think of me as just a hired whore because that was our relationship before sex. Actually I never thought of myself as a whore before, I was just a businessman selling a product. I was going to be a doctor originally until my father found out I was gay." I stood up. "I think I am about to become maudlin, it must be time to leave. This is not Pygmalion and you didn't intend to get involved in any of this. You said you had a client for me. If I could get the details I will be on my way. Bill didn't quibble with me. He just said, "I've written out the information, let me get it for you." He came back and handed me the piece of paper. Let me give you a heads-up on this guy. He is not bad looking 30 year old stockbroker. He doesn't want to be sucked and is not into anal sex. What he wants ultimately is for you to handcuff him to the bed, fuck his mouth and cum all over his face. The more you debase him the better he likes it. "If I run across anybody who wishes to engage your services I will pass the request along to you. I am not a pimp or a procurer so there is no fee involved. I'm doing it because I like you. At the door he leaned toward me and I met him in a kiss. His hand caressed my crotch where my cock had just sprung erect. He said, "Let's do this again shortly," as he closed the door behind me. That night I showed up at the address I had been given. Boy did I feel out of place again. It was a mansion and had a gate. I had to call the house and have the gate opened in order to get in. I was told to dress like The Fonz from the "Happy Days" TV show. I had to look up "The Fonz" on the internet to find out what he was talking about. It turns out he wanted me to dress in a tight white t-shirt and low hung Levis with boots. I guess what he wanted was the `rough trade' look. I walked in as I had been instructed and walked down the hall to the first room on the right. The client was waiting there.