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(gay/relationships)

Lance and Philip

Chapter 2

After Adam had visited Pip, Pip did not hear from him for over 10 days.  His first communication, after that break, virtually broke Pip’s heart.  As we know from Chapter 1, Adam has found it necessary a few weeks earlier, to join the workforce of an escort agency.  Even though he had been required to masturbate to ejaculation, in the presence of the escort agency manager, when he was taken on the books; an experience that he found to be slightly embarrassing, the manager had accepted that he was only willing to go on dates with guys who just wanted to have a good afternoon, out on the town, with a nice boy.

On a couple of occasions, he went a little further and had gone back to the punter’s home, where he performed a sexy striptease for the guy, but there had never been any sex.  Mainly, though, he had just had about a dozen nice afternoons out, with various, different middle-aged guys, for which he had been, on each occasion, paid well (despite the cut for the agency), given a nice restaurant meal and a one or two presents.  He even had a couple of guys come back, for a second, and third, date.  He was beginning to enjoy the dates, and the concomitant income, which was helping him to make an inroad to his debts, which had built up, due to him being both a part-time worker and a part-time student; he was on his second degree, at the same university where he had met Pip, originally.  Pip had completed his honours degree and therefore there was no opportunity for him to discreetly meet Lance/Adam there, or nearby.  Lance was still living in his family home but he was treated more like a boarder, than a loved son, and Lance knew that he could not approach his parents with a request for some financial help; in fact, he was required to pay board, to his mother, every week, on Monday morning.

On the Wednesday evening, after his Saturday meeting with Pip, he was sent, by the escort agency, to the home of two gay guys, a committed steady couple, where he was expected to act as a scantily clad waiter.  Adam was a little taken aback, but he agreed to stay.  As the evening wore on the two guys, who were both in their mid-40s, became a little tipsy and asked Adam to sit on the sofa between them.  They started to fondle Adam, which he was OK with, but after about ten minutes they forcibly turned him over, pulled off his g-string and finger fucked him, nay, finger raped him.  He begged them to stop, but all they did was laugh, and say horrible things, like, “Look at this little whore, he’s loving it.”  Eventually, Adam could not resist his ejaculation and he came all over the couch.  The men eagerly licked up the cum, threw the tip, at Adam, and retired to their bedroom; they had already paid the fee, for Adam’s services, directly to the pimp.  Adam scooped up the money, dressed as quickly as he could, and ran out.  He drove home in tears, he slept the night in the car, in a street around the corner from his house.  At about 9.30 a.m. the next morning, he called the escort agency manager to tell him what had happened.  Sadly, all the manager said was, “Well that’s part of the territory of being an escort, I’m afraid.”; there was really no sympathy,  Adam, mulled over the previous evening, for a few hours, and decided that despite the benefit he had been gaining from the extra income, he could not take the risk of being raped, and maybe worse, next time.   He told the pimp that he would drop round the next day, for his money, but that he had decided to no longer do the escort work.

The following Wednesday, Lance engaged in a chat session with Pip, during which he told this enigma of a friend, at least that’s what he was feeling about Pip then, what had happened the previous Wednesday.  He also shared quite a few things about his adolescent sexual experiences.  He told Pip that he had a girlfriend, for two years, and that he had even taken part in some BDSM, including being whipped, having candle wax dropped on him and one or two cigarettes stubbed on his bum; he said he had enjoyed those experiences and that he had been turned on by being the sexual toy of a dominatrix.

Lance also briefly let down his guard and shared, towards the end of the chat, the brief facts about his only previous gay sexual experience, before his date with Pip.  His account went like this - When he was 17,  he had been sitting in a park, on an early summer evening;  he had been only wearing a t-shirt, shorts, sandals and socks; he had no underwear on.  A guy was driving slowly along the local suburban road, adjacent to the park;  he stopped, and wound the window down, and beckoned Lance across.  Lance, a boy raised in a church family, just thought that maybe the guy was lost, and looking for directions.  To his surprise, when he got to the car, the guy opened the back door and asked him to step in; it had started to lightly rain so, naively, Lance sat down.  The guy turned around and locked the door; he told Lance that he would pay him $50 if Lance would permit himself to be wanked.  Lance, was a natural guy, he had wanked, virtually daily, since he was 14, so he thought, “What the heck, I haven’t cum today, why not”.  Lance said, in a slightly cocky way, “OK, mister, show us the Grant.”  The man fished his wallet out, and showed Lance two Grants, saying, “You can earn the second if you wank my dick.”  “In for a penny, in for a pound OK.”    The man shuffled over to the back seat, beside Lance, and said, “Take your shorts down then.”  Lance did that, and the man said, “Ooh, commando, I like it.  Fish my willy out.”  Lance, slightly reluctantly stretched out his hand, and pulled the guy’s zip down, he was also going commando.  The man smartly produced a bottle of lube and smeared both his and Lance’s stiffies.  The man and boy then wanked each other’s cocks and both came, with 5 large gobs of spunk each, within 10 minutes, and within a few seconds of each other.  Before Lance could say, yea or nay, the man had taken a picture of his spunk, and wilting dick.  “You’re a nice boy, here’s $150 (a Franklin and Grant were handed over), maybe I’ll see you again, and we’ll do more.”  The rain had now stopped, and Lance just wanted to get away, he was feeling quite confused:  Lance pulled his shorts up and left, without another word exchanged; Lance was feeling quite a bit ashamed of himself.  Lance was feeling a little peculiar; though he was a little reviled by what he had just done, he also surprisingly knew, deep down, that he had slightly enjoyed it.   He was thinking to himself “Am I gay,” he didn’t like to think that he might be; like most other boys at school, it was always the girls he was watching.  There was one guy that everyone knew was gay, and Lance had never really liked him; maybe it was Lance’s church upbringing that caused him to distance himself from the boy, even though they were both a bit outsiders.  Lance was Amerasian, and the other boy, who he seemed to remember was named Kevin, was a gay Chippewa, what Native Americans called a two-spirit person.  Here Lance finished his account, and Pip was left in a dilemma.  He said to Lance that he did not think that such minor gay experiences could really be valid sources for long term shame.  He was, though, very sad about what the men had done, to Adam; Philip assured Lance that he was always ready to be there for him as a friend, at any time of day or night.  

After the chat was closed, Pip thought to himself, “Is that why he thinks of himself as ‘damaged goods’?  The two gay incidents, though they shook Lance up, and one was, in truth, rape, the occasions were really, in the wider context, fairly minor events; and as for the girlfriend experiences, he had nothing to be ashamed of about them.”  Pip kept these matters in his heart and just mentally made himself ready to be available to Lance, as a friend, at any time.

A few days later, by chance, Lance was in town, at the central shopping centre, when, for the first time in years, he saw Kevin.  Kevin was alone, but he was wearing clearly gay clothes.  Apart from Pip, Kevin was the only truly out gay man, of whom he knew their name. He had hung around with many women, at The Forum, and even his former girlfriend, of two years, was bi-sexual; it was a thing that had ended their relationship, as she more often than not wanted to be with a girl, and Lance was just her toy, for 20% of her time that she dedicated to sexual activities.  Lance was still churning over in his mind, even sometimes fretting about, what had happened three weeks before.  He summoned up his courage and went over to Kevin.  He introduced himself, and Kevin said, “Yes I remember you, you were the one who was always trying to hang around the cool kids at school, but they kept on pushing you away.  I wish you had come and spoken to me; I would have been a good and loyal friend, which you would have had to this day.”  “Kevin, I’m sorry, for not being your friend back then, when I could see, you were so lonely, just like me.  I apologise for breaking in on your time today. I s’pose you’re on your lunch break.”  Lance moved to step away;  “That’s OK, Lance, it’s actually my day off, I just came out for a midday walk; I’m a waiter and cleaner at the local Best Western.  You seem troubled, Lance, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, Kevin I was working two part-time jobs, up until about a month ago, while also being a part-time student.  One of the jobs was a male escort; I had made it clear to the pimp that I was interested in gay sex, just to be a companion on days out, maybe.  About three weeks ago the pimp sent me to an evening gig, where I had to dress up, in a g-string and bow-tie (that was all), and be a waiter to these two 45-year-old gay guys.  I was a little uncomfortable, but everything was going well, until they got tipsy.  They slammed me down on the couch, held me there, and finger fucked me.  They were brutal, called me a whore, and then just left me to get dressed and leave.  I discussed this with the only other gay guy I know, a 52-year-old from the university.  He listened and was very sad about what happened but didn’t seem to really understand how bad I felt about what had happened.  I also told him about an incident that occurred when I was 17; again he didn’t seem to fully understand how I felt; maybe he was just too old.  Since my chat with Pip, that’s the 52-year-old, I’ve been wondering - am I gay, am I bi-sexual; I’m feeling very mixed up and it’s beginning to actually be physically painful.  I often feel as though my stomach is all knotted up.  As you are my age, I just acted on impulse when I saw you.  Maybe we could have a chat, maybe you could help me think through some of my mixed-up feelings just now, please?”  

“Lance, why don’t we go back to my place, it’s only a few minutes away, just a small one-room apartment, but it is tidy and comfortable.  We can chat, have you got a car?  I walked here.”.  “No, I came in on PT today, let’s walk.”  Ten minutes later they were at Kevin’s door.  Kevin took Lance’s coat and put both of them on the hall coat rack.  “Would you like a drink?”  “Just an orange juice please, I need to keep my head clear for this chat.”  Two 25-year-olds sat down and talked.  With a few tears along the way, Lance told Kevin about the incident when he was 17, the date with Pip, the finger rape, and the dominatrix who had been his girlfriend in his late teens.  He also said that he had enjoyed the escorting dates with the nice men and was aroused when a couple of the punters asked him back to their places, with a requested that he do a striptease for them.  He had enjoyed doing a slow sexy removal of his clothes, to the accompaniment of sexy music and much applause. He mused that in the last few days, he had been becoming more and more confused.  He just didn’t know what to do.”

Kevin was a very experienced and respected two-spirit man.  “Lance, you see these clothes  I’ve got on, they mark me out, I’m a two-spirit man, but I’m also highly respected.  I’m a part-time volunteer sexual counsellor and I look after many of the younger children, in my tribe, when their parents need to go out.  Do you want to have a real chat?”  “Please Kevin, I’m feeling lost and I don’t know where to go, or who I should talk to.”

To be continued.

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