INTRODUCTION
This is third and last story, devoted to Alex, as he retires from the profession of male-escort which he has pursued, with distinction, in Chicago for more than a quarter of a century. Unlike its two p[predecessor, which are both revisions of easier stories, this story is story is completely new.
The title of this story belies Alex’s intention really to retire from the male-sex for money game and put his feet up. He is only in his mid-forties, when he announces his intention to retire to Carlo Brenner, his lifelong love and sex partner, together with whom he has lived as an item, ever since leaving school at the age of eighteen. Alex is not really retiring, but merely stopping his present activity, which, shorn of its completely, mis-leading, grandiloquent title of male-escort, is that of a gay male-prostitute, supplying sexual services to rich – they have to be rich to pay what he charged for his services – to male businessmen, gay or straight, who like to indulge in anal-sex.
PROLOGUE
Alex was the professional name of possibly the most renowned, but most certainly, the richest, of male-escorts in the City of Chicago. It was Alex, who was most sought-after of male-escorts, among his professional colleagues, all of whom sold their bodies for sex to rich businessmen, both local and visitors, who, from time to time, had the urge to enjoy, what. was politely defined, as anal stimulation: in plain language; getting themselves fucked; or enjoying themselves, playing the active partner, in fucking another man, To call a spade a spade, Alex was a male prostitute, who essentially earned his living by fucking his client as a top, or being fucked by his client as a bottom. He also, when requested, was an expert in administering corporal punishment to his client’s bare buttocks, before penetrating his anus, with his own massive rod, his less-painful boner. Alex made a good job of both services. and there was, therefore, a constant demand for his services, usually as a top, or more occasionally as a bottom. He did not have to sell his sky-high-priced services to clients; they came to him, as they knew that they would leave with their sexual desires, however bizarre, totally satisfied.
Alex was normally, what is referred to in gay jargon as a top; which is to say, he mainly played the active role and fucked his clients. But as he styled himself as a full-line male-escort, he was not averse to his clients fucking him. However, this was rarely the case, as most of his clients came to him because they wanted to experience his enormous, rock-hard endowment up their arses. After all, where else could one find a dead-straight, ten-inch, rigid piece of highly-experienced man-meat, of good girth, readily available for active service?
There seemed to be no limit, as to what Alex’s well-heeled clients – and they had to be very rich to afford what he charged – were prepared to fork-out for access to his truly exceptional sexual services, which had risen to a minimum of $1000 for a one-time, anal shot with Alex’s formidable cock; a sum, which, most clients seemed to find acceptable, to have their holes reamed out, by what had become, at the time that Alex announced his retirement, the most famous cock in the business.
An additional service, which Alex made available to his clients who were masochists – more numerous than an average person might think – and requested corporal punishment (CP) prior to sex, was a facility to beat the client’s bare buttocks, with whatever implement he, the client, wanted; cane, paddle, belt or whip were all available. Alex personally found himself always more sexually aroused with clients, who required this additional service, prior to sex, which allowed him to exercise his sadistic streak – usually hidden from his friends; confirming the well- known fact, that inflicting or receiving corporal punishment, or even just observing it being administered, leads to sexual arousal. Thus, the CP clients were treated to a rollicking good fuck, more intense than was normally that case, due to Alex’s greater arousal. It is safe to say that Alex enjoyed enormously his daily work of fucking his clients, or being fucked by them; and he was being paid for his services. To repeat a well- known phrase: it was money for old rope.
Alex’s real name was Stanley Przewalsky, a name he owed to Stanislaw Przeczewalski, his immigrant great grandfather, who had been born in Poland in the nineteenth century. His family name, Przewalsky had somehow dropped the letters, CZE and was now written the final letter, Y instead of the original letter, I In fact, Alex, as he will be referred to throughout this story, and, as he was known to all and sundry., with the unique exception of the love of his life’s sex partner, Carlo Brenner, who still called him Stan. Carlo Brenner, who was a year older than his sex partner, had met Stanley Przewalsky at school. They had clicked and they had quickly seen that they were intended, by fate, to be together and become an item, since almost the moment, when they had first met; both of them naked, in the showers at school.
Carlo was much closer to his European roots than was Alex, being the product of German father and an Italian mother, both of whom had been born in their native countries. They had come to America, like many others, to seek their fortunes and a better life, which had, somehow, unfortunately eluded them. Carlo’s German father was long-distance truck-driver and his mother a cleaner at the Cooke County Hospital Chicago.
In addition to English, which Carlo spoke with strong Chicago accent, having been brought up in a poor. immigrant family on the rough near south side of the city, he spoke fluent Italian, his ‘mother’ tongue, so to speak, taught to him by his Italian mother, and halting German, via his father. Whenever they were together without his father, which. in view of his job, as a long-distance truck-driver, was quite frequent, Carlo and his mother always conversed in Italian, However, typical of immigrant families, whenever his father was around, Carlos, a shining example of a first generation, All-American-Boy, born in the USA, spoke to his parents in fluent Chicago English, whilst his parents spoke only heavily-accented, halting English, the only language they had in common; his father spoke not one word of Italian and, his mother, not one word of German, Yet, in spite of his father’s long and frequent absences and the communication handicap in not speaking a common language fluently, Carlo’s parents’ marriage survived quite happily.
Carlo had lived in the same run-down neighbourhood as Alex. However, in contradistinction to the hell-hole of house, in which Alex lived, the Brenner house, in which Alex and Carlo spent many happy hours fucking each other, was spick and span. Carlo’s father was often away at the other side of the country and his mother often worked nights, so the two of them quite frequently had the advantage of the house to themselves. Alex had, quite willingly, surrendered his anal virginity to Carlo. First, Carlo had fucked Alex’s anus; but then, he had insisted that Alex fuck his hole, as a gesture of solidarity of purpose; after which, they had never looked back.
Alex celebrated his 18th birthday, the age at which he could legally leave school. Carlo, who, one year older than Alex, had left school and his parents’ house the previous year and was now, aged 19, working as an assistant at a gym in downtown Chicago, renting a room within walking distance of the gym where he worked. When Alex left school, Carlo and he rented a one-bedroom, furnished apartment together. Alex found a job at a well-known, local supermarket, as a lowly, but over-the-top, titled: shelf-replenishment assistant – how Americans love ascribing grand titles to the most menial of jobs –and, as the saying goes: “They were as happy as pigs in muck,” which brings us, some 27 years later, to the beginning of this story.
CHAPTER 1
Alex was 45 years old and at the pinnacle of his career as a male-escort in Chicago, when he returned, one day to the modestly, luxurious apartment which he personally owned and shared with his sex partner, Carlo Brenner, and announced to the only person he had ever, truly loved and with whom had lived together as an item for 27 years, straight after he had left school, at the age of 18, that he was quitting the professional role of male-escort, which he had honed the pinnacle of perfection for over 25 years. As the acknowledged premier male-escort in Chicago, he had been able to charge his clients, mainly rich, up-market, business-men of all sexual persuasions, literally, what he liked for his services, which had made him a rich man. If they wanted a top-quality fuck, then no one compared to Alex. If they wanted their bare arses beating prior to sex, then Alex was their man.
Alex had begun his sexual career as a male-escort at the time of the birth of the tech. and social media giants of today, such as Microsoft, Google, Facebook and others, when they were just in their first infancy. He had wisely allowed himself to be guided by an excellent financial expert, who had advised him to buy stock in companies in the tech, computing and social media segments of the market, when their share prices were derisory, compared to the heights to which they have soared today. Judicious investment of his money, rather than throwing it away on frivolities, like fast, glitzy cars, which, he had had the good sense to see that living in downtown Chicago he needed like a hole in the head, living comfortably, at the time, in a relatively modest apartment Chicago, as he did together with Carlo, had made him the millionaire he was today.
He had pushed his exceptional ability in his chosen profession, of top-quality male prostitute, to whose ranks, he freely admitted he belonged; by the time he was 25, he was pulling down $500,000 a year for his sexual and corporal punishment services to clients. In short, aged now 45 years old, he had money coming out of his ears and he had no need to work any longer. And so, he had decided to retire his formidable cock, the sole source of all his wealth, from active service, in the near future.
When Alex announced his intention of retiring to his partner, Carlo Brenner, the latter was aghast at his decision. But his decision had been taken after mature reflection, before he announced his intention to Carlo. No amount of jaw-jaw with Carlo could make him change his mind. He had decided that he wanted to retire at the height of his sexual powers and be remembered as he had been in his youth, as a virile, muscular, sexy, young stud; and not for what he feared he might become: a flabby, clapped-out old man, barely able to raise his pride and joy anymore. Carlo remonstrated with his partner, whom he considered, from personal, almost, nightly sexual experience, to be at the height of his man-on-man copulative powers; but to no avail; his arguments fell on stony ground, for Alex’s mind was definitively made up.
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As readers will clearly see, both men were still in peak physical condition, in the early middle age of their mid-forties. Carlo’s musculature is better defined than that of Alex, reflecting the fact that, working daily at a gym, of which he was now General Manage he had exercised his body daily for over 25 years.
Carlo aggressively questioned his partner about what he would do to fill in the time, which he had hitherto spent, each day, as a male-escort fucking rich businessmen for money. Alex assured Carlo, that he had got hold of the wrong end of the stick; that he was not proposing not work anymore, and spend his retirement days idle; but merely to change the nature of the sex work, which he loved.
Alex outlined his ideas to his partner: “You know Carlo that I have no financial need to work any longer with my cock, fucking businessmen, through which activity, I have become what is vulgarly called, stinking rich. Therefore, I have reached the conclusion that my cock deserves a respite from its daily labours; the servicing of present company, of course, excepted. Indeed, if you accept the proposition, I am about to put you, I shall have more time to attend to your personal sexual needs, both active and passive, and you to mine.
“Until the mid-1950s, homosexual men, like you and me, were called sodomites or buggers: perverts, who, according to popular opinion, indulged in unspeakable, sexual acts with each other. We were excluded from polite society as perverts; meanwhile our female homologues were innocuously called lesbians, not perverts and were quietly, more-or-less accepted. Then, sometime between 1933 and 1944 a miracle happened. According to the Oxford Dictionary, which is the supreme arbiter of the English language as spoken in England, the original meaning of the word, gay defined as: disposed to joy, cheerfulness, lightheartedness, and mirth, was gazetted, in an addendum, as also being slang word for homosexual. Since the mid-1950’s, original meaning of the word, gay has fallen into fallen into disuse. The word, gay, has become to be applied exclusively to homosexual men, like us Carlo. Make no mistake, in the eyes of the general public today, you and I are seen as a pair of aging gays.”
“Carlo, you and I are both active homosexuals, who now enjoy the innocuous appellation of gays for what we are sexually, which has replaced that horrible word, pervert. Nevertheless, vast swathes of the public, particularly so-called, straight men, still view our activities, even when conducted in private, with reactionary, hostile, raised eyebrows. However, we are now, nominally even pegging with our female counterparts, who have always been called lesbian, although just as perverted as you and I nominally are, from what is generally thought, by the vast majority of people, to be completely natural, sexual behaviour, which, in their eyes is uniquely between a man and a woman.
“This levelling-up, in the minds of the general public, which I think must now have percolated through to them; general acceptabiity of human sexual practices between two lesbian women and two gay men, I realised that lesbian sex, if not a topic of polite conversation is, for some reason, not generally viewed as being so bad as sex between two men. I also realised that the word, prostitution – long accepted as the oldest profession in the world – is reserved for women, selling their bodies for sex to unknown men; and, although frowned upon, is, nevertheless, considered normal, as it involves sex between a man and a woman
“In many, quite- civilized countries of the world, prostitution is accepted as completely normal; brothels are legal and commonplace and are part of the infrastructure. Indeed, in some places, brothels are state-controlled; they are places with no overt, social stigma attached to them, where heterosexual men can go and pay for sex with a woman, to satisfy their sexual lust. In in some countries, it is considered normal for a father to send his sons to a brothel to learn about sex, from a truly professional prostitute.”
“It set me thinking; I asked myself why brothels should be uniquely places where heterosexual men could go and pay to satisfy their sexual lust with a woman, who sells her body for sex, in much the same way as I myself have done, with my own body, for over a quarter of a century. Why are brothels uniquely one way; places where a man can go to assuage his sexual lust, so to speak. Do not women lust after men, in the same way men lust after women? Why are there no male brothels, staffed by virile, physically-attractive, young men; place where women can go and pay for sex with a man of her choice?”
“And as for us gay men, in spite of more liberal thinking of sexual minority rights; and we gay men are in sexual minority; a minority, which the general public overtly accepts, but still secretly sniggers its disapproval over what we do in private, which is what is still generally considered as abnormal sexual behaviour. Why we are we gay men still forced, by general opinion, to keep our sexual activities under wraps; although what we do in private, today, in most countries, is considered legal?”
CHAPTER 2
Alex than went on with his idea to occupy himself during his forthcoming retirement, from which he refused to be deflected, in spite of vigorous further arguments from Carlo. “So, my dear Carlo, what I propose to do, when I withdraw my cock from active service as a male-escort – apart from increasing the time that I devote to having sex with you, who are still, I assure you, the most important person in my life – is to establish, in partnership with you, two new entities: a male-male and a male-female brothel, for both of which entities, I discern that there is, at present, a crying need. I foresee the male-male brothel as being staffed by, muscular, gay, sexually-well-equipped, attractive young men, where businessmen – both and heterosexual – can go, to satisfy their own sexual urges to have sex, in whatever way they want, with a handsome, young stud of their choice. I think it will sure-fire success, as an answer to a hitherto unmet need.
“Coming now to the male-female knocking shop; I see this as a deluxe place, where neglected, rich women, of all ages, can indulge their sexual needs and fantasies, with handsome young men – gay or not – provided they are willing to perform their sexual magic on females: young attractive men, who are well equipped, where it counts, and are willing to share their sexual endowment with women of any age.”
“I envisage both to be upper-class places, appealing to financially, well-heeled people of either sex, who have deep enough pockets and who are prepared to pay for their pleasure. It has always been my approach until now to aim at the upper end of the market for sex, which has always, in the past, served me in good stead.”
“I have thought long hard about the third brothel variant: a lesbian, female-female brothel; but I have come to the conclusion that it will not work. Lesbian relationships are much more subtle than male-male or male-female relationships, where, the male penis is inevitably involved. In both cases, the male shares his cock with his partner, which, more-or-less, produces immediate gratification in both partners to the act. In lesbian relationships, the man, with his penis, his most cherished possession, is entirely absent. I guess that lesbianism, in which there is no penis involved, other than rubber replicas, tends to be less instantaneous than gay sex, between two men or sex between a man and a prostitute, both of which often happen, at the drop of a hat”
“Lesbian relationships are slower to develop than gay relationships between two men, or between and a man and a prostitute and lead, potentially, to more stable long-term couples. For that very reason, to my mind, they have probably never been subjected to the same opprobrium in the minds of the general public, and have never been subject to legal strictures, such as those, in some still, benighted countries, classifying sex between two men as an illegal act. Thank goodness that hurdle is today behind us, in most civilized countries of the world. In a quite different way, prostitution is viewed as being more normal than male-male gay sex, as it involves in conventional way–– a man having extra-marital sex with a woman, albeit for money.”
“Carlo, did you know that there are only three species in the animal kingdom that have sex for pleasure: humans, dolphins and bonobo chimps? We humans hold the all-time record for regularly indulging in sex for pleasure. Therefrom springs our problem. Homo sapiens, which is what we call ourselves – although I question the word, sapiens, which means wise – is easily the most active living species, in terms of frequency of copulation, which we do mainly for pleasure. We are the only living species of the animal kingdom, in the millions of years of evolution, which has learned to talk. And therein lie our problems with sex. Instead of getting on an enjoying it for what it is – an offshoot of the inbuilt instinct of every living species to propagate itself. – we humans have erected conventions as to what is right and what is wrong in our sexual behaviour towards one another.”
“Who among us has not had the experience of a little dog trying to fuck our boot or shoe? He does not know that it not a bitch on heat, and just gets on with what his instinct tells him to do. Meanwhile we humans, have erected customs, around many of our sexual activities: outdated shibboleths, which we still observe. Take homosexuality: as an example: gay sex gives a lot of men great pleasure, including, not least, you, and me; yet it is taught to the masses as being unnatural. What is more unnatural than a man having sex with his wife, for pleasure, when the very act, in which he is engaged, is intended for the reproduction of the species, which, through human ingenuity, can been avoided by the introduction of contraception.”
“I reject completely that what you and I do, uniquely for pleasure, together, practically every day of our lives, is more unnatural than what married couples do for pleasure, quite frequently. For some reasons, we humans, have discovered a fact which seems to have escaped most other members of the animal kingdom, which copulate only for reproductive purposes; the fact is that human copulation is pleasurable act for both parties; whether between a man and a woman, or between two members of the same sex. I, therefore see no reason why men should not have the right to have sex with other men, or a woman to choose to spend her money for sex with many different men of her choice, in addition to her husband.”
“We humans have discovered that having sex with another warm body is a great pleasure for both participants and the sooner we start openly acknowledging the fact that we all like sex the better. Human sex, after all, has always been a major, contributing factor to what makes the world go round; and it is here to stay. I think that my idea for male-male and male-female-brothels will be great success. They will bring a measure of equality, to the sex business; and, I see a great, unmet current demand for both businesses.”
“What I had thought, Carlo, is that you could resign your present position of manager, which you now hold at the gym, and that you and I would set up a new business, on 50/50 basis, to promote my new idea of male-male and female-male brothels, where, as I have explained, it is the female who selects and pays the male to service her; and not vice-versa, as is presently the case.”
Carlo had listened intently to my long explanation of my intention to quit my present, highly, successful and lucrative role as a professional male-escort. and branch out into something risky and new, before he spoke and said: “Stan, you know that I love you to distraction, but as your closest friend and lover for the past 27 years, I think you are making a grave mistake in abandoning, at its zenith, what is a highly successful and lucrative career as male-escort which I thought you much enjoyed.”
“Look, Stan, you are at the height career right now: the height of your copulative powers; and I should know, as I, more than anyone else, as your lover, benefit from your prowess with your cock, which quite frankly – and I hate to admit this – puts my own contribution to our union, into the shade. Whenever you fuck, you have something that you bring to every union, that no one can equal. Having sex with you as top, is an experience like no other on this earth. You have the God-given ability to induce in your partner, the most intense orgasm, with your cock alone the likes of which, any man who has never experienced sex with you, in fact, never dreamt existed, even in his wildest dreams.”
“All this you propose to throw away, because of some whim of yours, to end your career – in my judgement, as the greatest male-escort ever – in cloud of glory. My view, knowing your prowess better than anyone else, is that you have years of service, as a male-escort, in front of you, before you should even think of retiring. When you eventually retire, there will then be adequate time for you to waste your money and indulge your fantasies; and let us be clear about this, Stan; in my humble view, your idea to create brothels – a hateful word – to serve two hitherto unidentified needs, are just unrealizable fantasies: in fact, figments of your imagination.”
Playing Job’s comforter, Carlo went on to slate Alex’s two business ideas. “I see two hurdles to your ideas. Firstly, I think you will have difficulty in finding enough young studs who are willing to run with your two new enterprises. Secondly, I think your idea for a male-female brothel, will not work, as the young studs, whom you envisage fucking women of any age, who come along, with the intention of exercising their wildest sexual fantasies with some luscious, sexy, young stud of their dreams, will be disappointed to find that their efforts to seduce him into fucking them. fall on stony ground, as he cannot raise the flag even to half-mast.”
“Alex, you must realise that there is a world of difference between a man going into a brothel, basically because he has the urge to fuck, with his cock urging him on and preparing itself for the encounter, and a woman going into a brothel, staffed by sexually attractive young studs, one of whom she hopes to seduce into fucking her. It does not work like that; the man has to be attracted to the woman, otherwise he cannot raise his cock to do the deed. I ask you: what young stud will be able to raise his flag, when faced with elderly, fat woman, who wants him to have sex with her, but for whom feels no sexual attraction. Alex, and I say this to you as your closest and most intimate friend, our ideas for a male-female brothel will be an absolute disaster.”
“As far as your suggestion to form a 50/50 partnership to develop your ideas, I am flattered that you rate me highly enough consider me as your business partner; however, even if I were supportive of your ideas, which, after what I have just said to you, I am clearly not, I would find it difficult to accept proposition, as I personally do not have the financial resources needed to invest in such a project; or, now that I come to think about it, for that matter, any other, less-outlandish project. My pride would not allow not allow me to accept 50% share in a project, financed entirely by you. Stan, you, of all people, should understand this; over 25 years ago, when Alan Greenberg offered you, practically rent free, the apartment, which you still use today, to service those of your clients, who require corporal punishment, prior to sex, you insisted on paying him the rent in cash, rather than in sexual l kind, as you did not wish your future career to be based on charity.”
“Carlo, I thank you for being so frank with me. After all, if you cannot be frank with your lover, the man, with whom you have not only shared an apartment, but also a bed and had sex, more-or-less daily, for the past 27 years, it would be a pity if you could not say things as you see them. With whom else could you speak your heart? Of course I am sad that you do not agree with me about my retiring my cock from active service, to devote my time to the creation of two new sorts of up-market brothels; I disagree with you that they will not be a success; but I agree with you that I must find another name for them, as the word, brothel, has a negative image and is viewed by the general public as being the absolute last resort, when all other methods, of satisfying the sex urges of a man, have failed. In spite of your criticisms, I intend to go ahead with my plan to retire my cock from commercial service, in which it has served me well for many years; so much so that it has made me as rich as Midas, so that and I have no longer any need to work to earn my living by fucking rich businessmen”.
“This having been said, I will not be renouncing copulation entirely; merely sex for money. I intend henceforth to redirect my sexual energy, which, I assure you is still intact, into spending more time with our close friends, like Alan Greenberg and Jeremy, with whom you and I have regular group sex for pleasure. This does not mean that our visits together to Chicago’s latest, gay sex hot-spots will cease; quite the contrary; as I shall have more free time for such activities, which I personally would like to see increase, as I hold that variety of partners adds spice to one’s sex life.”
However, the chief beneficiary of my new status will be you yourself, Carlo. I seem to detect in your manner that you feel I have been neglecting you of late. (A white lie, if ever there was one; as practically each evening, as they had been doing for more than the previous quarter of a century, they had been having great sex together, of which neither of them had ever tired.) But, my friend, actions speak louder than words; by means of a practical demonstration, I will banish any thought from your mind that our relationship will, in any way, be down-graded by my new status. I intend, right now, to give you, which, if I succeed, will be the roughest and most intensely, satisfying fuck of your life. I will try, to engrave on your ass, what, if I succeed, will be the most memorable occasion of your sex life to date. I take it from your silence that you are in agreement with my proposal?”
Without waiting for words of agreement from Carlo, Alex jumped out of bed, stark naked, took the equally naked, recumbent Carlo by his legs, and pulled him onto a table so that his buttocks were near the edge and his legs were hanging in thin air. Alex, as ever, lubricated his cock prior to penetration, and then seized Carlo’s legs, holding them vertical, one each side of his own head. Then, contrary to his normal practice, standing there, thrust his rock-hard boner brutally into Carlo’s expectant anus and proceeded to rough fuck him to orgasm. Alex achieved simultaneous orgasms, both in Carlo and himself, very quickly on this occasion, as he fucked his partner with unhabitual fury; added to which, both men, had been mentally and verbally sparing for rough sex, from the moment Alex had suddenly announced his intention to retire.
Alex knew from the instant that he had achieved his own orgasm, that he had just given Carlo the best and most intense orgasm of his life. Carlo confirmed this by heaping praise, tinged with regret on his partner; he voiced his view that Alex was throwing away all this, to indulge in two hare-brained schemes – Carlo’s very words – which would, in all probability, prove a disaster. Alex, who was certain of himself, was not moved to change his mind by Carlo’s predictions, which fell on stony ground.
CHAPTER 3
Carlo was inconsolable; try as he might, Alex did not manage to convince Carlo that the fact that he was intending to retire his cock from active service as a male-escort, did not mean anything would change in their sex life together – other than for the better. Alex would have more free time to devote to Carlo and to their joint social life with their gay friends, together with whom they regularly indulged in group sex. He also pointed out to Carlo, that he would have more free time to go cruising with him, the ever-changing, gay hotspots of Chicago, in search of one-time-stands, which provided for variety in their sex lives. However, Carlo remained totally convinced that Alex, his sex partner and lover, with whom, he had lived together as an item for the past 27 years, was making the biggest mistake of his life. The end of the world, as Carlo had known it, was, in his view, nigh.
It was in the context of this gloomy prognosis, from Carlo, the only man whom he had ever loved, that Alex, nevertheless, decided to risk Carlo’s displeasure and have the courage of his own convictions and go ahead and retire from his position as the undoubted, premier male-escort in Chicago, in an attempt to create two new “brothel” concepts. To leap ahead in this story, Alex was successful in the realisation of his two new projects and Carlo eventually had the good grace to admit that he had been wrong and was forced to eat humble pie. But the most important thing was that long-term relationship, between Alex and Carlo, which had risked being broken by the disagreement between the two lovers, survived, what had been a disquieting and stormy moment for both of them.
A few days before his actual retirement, Alex announced his intention to withdraw his cock from public service, verbally to the handful of local clients, whom he regularly serviced. He also left a message on his portable number, telling those potential clients, who called for an appointment, that he had retired; and outlined the two new projects he had in mind.
He had thought long hard about an alternative name to brothel, for them which he did not like in his ears; the word, brothel, had sleazy, down-market, implications; albeit, when the chips were down. In fact, he intended them to be two luxurious knocking shops, where the clients, male and female, with that indispensable wherewithal known as money, could indulge themselves in having sex, with a sexually attractive, young man of their choice.
Alex finally found inspiration for an acceptable alternative word for brothel, in the poem entitled Xanadu, by the opium-addled poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, in which the main character, Kubla Khan: “A stately pleasure dome decreed.” Alex decided to call his two rather unusual brothels – knocking-shops, to be blunt about them – by the fanciful names, respectively, of; “Pleasure Dome for Men” and “Pleasure Dome for Ladies.” Initially thought of as curiosities, they rapidly became accepted, by the more-than-eager-clientele, many members of which were jaded by the repetitive nature of that, which was on offer, as ground-breaking, important, new additions of exciting sex, to the Chicago sex-for-money scene. for the more adventurous men or woman. And, as they were promoted by the most famous of all male-escorts ever, they were an instant success. They rapidly became known by their pseudonyms: PDM, for men and PDL for ladies as the last a word, in the vibrant Chicago sex scene.
Alex’s fame stretched well beyond his immediate male clientele. Before he had even settled on premises for his new venture, word quickly got around among the sex-for-profit community that Alex, the renowned, premier male-escort of Chicago, was thinking of retiring and launching two new types of male brothel, for which he was recruiting young, muscular men. His mobile ‘phone, reserved essentially for clients, was inundated by calls from young studs, both gay and straight, who wanted to be employed by him, sexually to service clients, without even knowing the sex of the clients, whom they would be servicing. The offer of young studs, not only willing, but also eager, to rent their cocks to allcomers, was overwhelming and surprised even Alex, whose ear had been close to the ground on the sex- market for more than two decades.
The word, brothel, implied a male clientele: so, a legitimate question, often asked was: “Why was Alex recruiting young males to man his new brothels?” The conventional, brothel was traditionally staffed by female prostitutes and the clientele male. Why was Alex recruiting sexy, young, male studs, either straight or gay, to man his brothels? However, so vast was the offer of young men willing to employ their cocks to keep the wolves from the door, and the reputation of Alex so great, that few of the young studs, looking for permanent work and announcing themselves as available, asked themselves that simple question. The fact that the leading male-escort, of the moment was recruiting, offering jobs in the local sex-industry, was good enough for most of them. That the first of the hurdles, to which that prophet of doom, Carlo, had already fallen, served to reassure Alex that he was on the right track. On present evidence, he would obviously have no problems, in recruiting young studs to staff his two new establishments, no matter with whom they were expected to have sex. On present evidence, the demand for employment from young men, willing to sell their bodies for sex, obviously by far exceeded the offer.
However, Alex, before recruiting staff, had first to find premises for his two new enterprises. Carlo and he lived in a penthouse apartment, which he had bought, in the same east-west running street, called Bateman Street, a few doors away, from the Howard Hotel, where Alex had sold his body for sex, for the very first time, to a visiting businessman, named Mike Saunders. Alex remembered as if it had occurred yesterday; his first client’s name and the occasion, which had launched him, after a great deal of much, personal hesitation, into his career as a male-escort, whereas this maiden, sexual encounter for money, had taken place now more than 25 years ago. The Howard Hotel was luxurious place, and had gained a reputation as a discrete, top-quality, luxurious knocking-shop, where rich, visiting businessmen, in search of gay sex, often stayed, when they were in Chicago, and far away from their wives and families.
Moreover, further towards Michigan Avenue, on the south side of Bateman Street, was located the penthouse, which Alex had originally rented and subsequently bought, from Dr. Alan Greenberg, as his chief place of work as male-escort, which it still was; and in which he regularly brought clients, to address their sexual needs with his famous cock. Alan Greenberg was the surgeon, who had circumcised Alex’ s penis, to correct, what Alex himself had seen as a deformity. As a homosexual himself, Alan Greenberg, together with Jeremy, his nurse, with whom he lived as an item, in nearby Lake Point Tower, had together become two of Alex’s most ardent admirers. In in fact, over 25 years ago, it had been Alan, who had urged Alex on to become a male-escort. Today, Alan and Jeremy were the closest friends of Alex and Carlo, with whom they, quite frequently, and had gay sex parties.
Bateman Street is one of the exceptions, which breaks the rule in Chicago, in terms of long through streets running east-west and north-south. It starts at North Michigan Avenue just south of the famous Drake Hotel and north of East Chestnut Street; it follows that there are no West Bateman Streets and East Bateman Streets as the street runs due east towards the lake, from where it departs on North Michigan Avenue, to end at the junction with East Lake Shore Drive.
Not surprisingly, Alex felt attached to the prestigious, luxury shopping area of Chicago that he knew so well, where he had lived and worked, for the past 25 years or so. Therefore, he wanted his two new Pleasure Domes, as he had already come to think of them (he had already expunged from his vocabulary that hateful word, brothel) although being realistic, he knew, in fact, he was creating modified brothels; places, where, for the first time, men and women alike, could take their pick and pay for sex with a handsome, sexually, well-equipped, young stud of their choosing.
Luckily for Alex, a few paces south of the junction where Bateman Street runs into the north-south, orientated East Lake Shore Drive, he found two buildings adjacent to each other, both with “Space To Let” signs on them. It turned out that both spaces were on second floor, well away from the ever, prying eyes of the, curious public, and that both buildings were owned by the same man, who was eager to conclude a deal, as both premises had been vacant for over a year. Alex came clean with the owner, for what he intended to use the spaces. As the owner was desperate to let, he raised no objection to the proposed sex businesses.
Scenting juicy deal, which the owner was loathe to turn away a potential client, as it would rid him of the two properties, which had been a financial millstone around his neck, for over a year, he decided, to compromise his principles. He was of the old, bible-punching school and was basically violently opposed to selling sex for money. However, now that the chips were down, he suddenly revised his thinking, on the principle that half a loaf was better than no bread at all. Alex was, therefore, able to negotiate, a very good deal on the rent and lease both units, which he wisely negotiated for an initial period of only two years, with an option to renew, at the same rent, for a further period of eight years. Thereby, Alex was sure he had premises in a prime location at a fixed rent for ten years, with option to bow out after two years, if the Pleasure Domes were not a success.
Now came the tricky bit; Alex had to turn the two empty, soulless spaces, which he had rented, into luxurious, intimate environments, where men, and, women, alike, would come voluntarily and spend exorbitant sums of money in an attempt to fulfill their sexual dreams. Alex had no intention of setting his sights other than on the upper end of the sex-for-money market, where he had always position himself as a solo male-escort. From his personal experience of over 25 years as a male-escort, he was acutely aware, of the importance of repeat business. From day one, he viewed it, as vitally important to create client loyalty, by assuring that he (or now she) went away completely satisfied with what he (or she) had experienced and felt that it was money well spent.
In terms of layout of his two Pleasure Domes, Alex decided upon a central reception area, leading to a lounge, luxuriously furnished as club-bar, where clients could relax over as drink, served by a bevy of attractive, very young, muscular-well-hung studs, all totally naked, to set the mood among the clientele before they moved off, individually, into the nether regions of the place. to select their actual sex-partner. Alex had had the bright idea to stage a live-sex show, every Friday evening, which he intended to be a gala evening, each week; to which end, each of the two reception-lounge-bars was equipped, to one side, with a low a stage.
As there was no accounting for taste in choosing a partner for sex, Alex trod the well-worn selection path, established in many red-light districts throughout, the world, of allowing each client to choose his (or her) partner visually. To this end he foresaw, for each Pleasure Dome, ten private, glass-doored rooms. Each door was fitted with a roller blind, which could be lowered to ensure privacy of what was later to pass within. Behind each door, was posing a young stud – one of ten in all – completely naked, showing his muscular body and magnificent, large cock – an obligatory requirement for all male studs on offer – from which clients could make their choice of sexual mate for the evening.
Alex had originally envisaged both of the two Pleasure Domes, as night-time businesses, opening at nine o’clock in the evening and continuing until dawn the following morning. However, he was quickly forced to revise the male-female business. Not surprisingly on the principle: whilst the cat’s away, the mice will play, most women preferred to indulge their sexual fantasies during the day, whilst their husbands were away at the office. Their equally philandering husbands regularly used the excuse: of working late in the office, to indulge in their extramarital, sex affairs. They, thereby, often intentionally missed the last commuter train back to the far-flung, wealthy suburbs, where most of the local clientele lived, and were forced to deprive themselves of their wife’s company for the night, by being obliged to stay, for the night, in a hotel or a brothel, in downtown Chicago.
But, as Alex knew from his vast personal experience as a male-escort, there were numerous other, potential businessmen, who were visiting Chicago and who required sexual services. The demand for gay male-on-male sex was such that each night Alex was obliged to field a relay of two shifts of ten studs each, to satisfy the demand. which quickly built up to become well-nigh insatiable. The nine hours of business were divided equally between the two shifts; the first team of ten men worked the first shift of four and a half hour, beginning at 9:00 p.m. and ended at 1:30 a.m. next morning, with the second shift taking over until 6 a.m. each morning. Each stud each team could service, on average three clients nightly, giving a maximum client throughput, at times of peak demand of a maximum of 60 clients per night.
Of course, the two teams of young studs selling their bodies for sex, rarely worked at peak demand and their cocks were not quite so much in demand as the above raw figures might suggest. However, most of the young studs, gay or straight, employed by Alex, would have agreed with the opinion expressed by Harold Macmillan, a former Prime Minister of the UK, who said to the British populace, words to the effect: “You’ve never had it so good.” Certainly, in terms of salary, all of the men working for Alex, were better paid, than they ever had been; and, moreover, they were secure in a job; a job, which in addition to a regular income, could give them great personal sexual pleasure. Indeed, the very young men, who were paid to be alluringly naked and to serve drinks to clients, relaxing in the lounge area prior to the rigours of sex, were, to a man, all eager to become active studs, selling their bodies for sex, as soon as they reached the age of 20, the absolute minimum age, at which Alex was prepared to engage a young man to come into sexual contact with clients.
But to come back to the private rooms, where the sex acts finally took place, they too were luxuriously appointed as befitted the top-quality service, with which Alex was intent on providing for his clients. To this effect, each room had an individual adjacent toilet and shower attached, and was equipped with a bed; the sheets and pillow-slips of which were changed by a naked young assistant, after every single client, which implied three, or occasionally four changes of bedding a night, during periods of peak demand; Alex limited each young stud to servicing an absolute maximum of four clients on his four and a half hour shift, to ensure that each client had ample time to enjoy a sexual experience, which Alex hoped he (or she) would find to be like no other, and for which he was paying a considerable sum. This generous amount of time – more than a full hour per client – was also to allow the chosen, protagonist, stud supplying the sexual services, adequate recuperation time to regain his sexual powers between clients; also, to allow adequate time for the room to be cleaned. Alex envisaged his Pleasure Domes to be the height of luxury sex and no expenses were spared to satisfy the client and to sure that he felt his money – a considerable sum – had been well invested.
Coming now to the recruitment of attractive young male staff to provide sexual services, Carlo had already expressed his doubts on the willingness of young studs to associate their sexual aspirations with the new Alex’s new ideas, which were quite revolutionary to young men, who were accustomed to choosing their sex-partners, either male or female, rather than be chosen by them. Quite a few young studs withdrew their candidature, when they learned that selling their bodies for sex would oblige them to take on allcomers and have sex with them, irrespective of their age and physical attractiveness. However, enough young studs were realistic enough to see that they were entering a commercial enterprise to earn their living and whatever the clients’ physical appearance; they were ultimately the ones, who were paying for a service and had to be satisfied with the proposed union.
Moreover, in gay male-male unions, Alex informed each candidate stud that he had to be willing to play in top or bottom positions according to the wish of the client of the moment. Quite a few, top-only studs, who had seen the job as a sinecure; an opportunity to fuck numerous arses and get paid for it, withdrew their applications, when confronted with the reality; earning their living by selling their bodies for sex in a collectivity, open to allcomers, they would be obliged to take the rough with the smooth.
However, after having sorted through the applicants and separated the wheat from the chaff, Alex was able to assemble two teams of visually impressive, handsomely-attractive, young, sexy studs, each generously endowed by nature, where it ultimately counts. Alex laid great importance to the client on the first, visual appearance, of his immediate, potential sex-partner. After all, it was only on looking at the visual appearance of each stud on offer, that the client could make the choice his immediate sex-partner for that evening After that, when they got down to action together, whether or not he had made right choice was open to conjecture; as the old saying has it: the proof of the pudding is in the eating. It was a clear case for both parties to the encounter, to suck it and see; no pun intended, by the way!
Alex had already embraced the fact that as proprietor of the two businesses, although not now providing sexual services himself, client satisfaction was still his responsibility. To this end, he interviewed every candidate personally, to whom he stressed the fact that selling one’s body for sex for money, was totally different to having sex for pleasure, which most candidates had enjoyed hitherto. He pointed out to candidates that in the latter case, either partner had the option to refuse to have sex with other; it was sex by mutual agreement. However, as a member of a team, selling their bodies for sex to members of the general public, the option of the mutuality of choice had disappeared. Come what may; like or dislike the client, who had selected him as the target to fulfil his sexual desires, the stud in question was obliged to use his best endeavours to satisfy the client’s wishes.
Alex had faced this problem himself, multiple times in his career as a male-escort. He too was human, with normal human foibles; likes and dislikes, when it came to sex partners. He had not relished having sex with every man, to whom he had given an appointment, sight unseen and who had paid cash on the nail, before getting down to business; but on seeing him in the flesh, for the first time stripped naked, had not wished to service him. However, Alex had hidden his distaste and had never allowed any client to leave unsatisfied by his sexual performance, no matter how distasteful he found having sex with him had been. He had always gritted his teeth and closed his eyes; but never, had he not managed to rise to the occasion and send away a completely satisfied client. Over the years, he had collected a short list of personae non gratae, whom he did not wish to service sexually ever again. If they ever again phoned him for an appointment, he always fobbed them off with some excuse or other; that he was indisposed for the moment, or had another appointment.
The luxury of turning down a client on first sight of a client, whether male or female, was not open to any young man, who wanted to sell his body for sex. It would be impossible for any of them to refuse to play ball with clients, either male or female, whom the stud in question, did not like; even if they presented themselves again and chose the selfsame young stud to service them again, who had taken a violent dislike to them the first time around. After all, both Pleasure Domes were places of access to all members of the general public, wishing to satisfy their sexual lust. Provided they behaved themselves, personal dislike of some individual client by one of the assistant young studs, was not a reason to refuse to service them sexually.
Alex stressed to the active, working personnel of both Pleasure Domes that they were there precisely to serve whomever presented themselves looking for sex; the staff had no choice whatsoever in whom they serviced; they must learn that they had to take the rough with the smooth, and must grit their teeth and press on regardless when faced with client, whom they disliked. In a word: the show must go on; and the client must never know that he (or she) was having his (or her) sexual desires relieved under sufferance. The member of the active working staff was individually chosen by each client and could not pick and choose whom he would service; they had to service allcomers. Not surprisingly, quite a number of candidates withdrew at this stage.
Alex interviewed personally every candidate naked, as he wished to be certain that each candidate had the necessary physical characteristics, in the form of a big cock, to meet the clients’ expectations. He wished to field a battery of big cocks, unequalled in the Chicago area, in addition to offering a completely new approach to selling sex in his two Pleasure Domes. Alex was successful in recruiting some 30, young, virile muscular studs, 20 gay and 10 straight, who were willing to accept his rather draconian conditions.
Alex had decided from the outset that, as there was no telling what guided a person’ s sexual preferences – one man’s meat was another man’s poison – he would reflect Chicago’s ethnic mix in his choice of active male personnel.
Alex was overwhelmed by the number of applicants for posts in his two Pleasure Domes. among whom were a number of attractive, young, gay lads, who were just too young at eighteen year old, to be considered as principal, active protagonists, serving clients sexually. So keen was some of them to join, as permanent employees, what they saw as a golden opportunity to be in at beginning of a new, unique, sex venture, that Alex offered them junior naked posts, serving drinks to clients in the lounge-bar, reception areas of the Pleasure Domes, with the promise that when they were old enough and a vacancy arose, they would automatically be promoted to serving the clients sexually.
Everything was now in place for the opening of Alex’s Pleasure Domes. He was helped by two articles written ostensibly by the same gossip columnist, who wrote under two different names, in what were two distinct sex magazines, called, respectively, Modern Man and Modern Woman. This columnist had somehow heard of the launch of two new types of “contact points” is what he called them, in the circumlocutive language of his ilk, who never called a spade a spade.
However, what was immediately apparent to readers, who were accustomed to reading between the lines, although not spelled out in words in either article, was the imminent opening of two types of brothels, hitherto the unique purlieu of female prostitutes, under the relatively innocuous name of Pleasure Domes. Both were to be manned exclusively by young men, to which either men or women could resort, to realise their wildest sexual fantasies, with a young, attractive, sexually-well-endowed, male stud of their choice. For the first time ever, men and women, with the requisite, deep pockets, would be allowed to choose a young, well-equipped male sex-partner, in a luxurious, no-expense-spared, comfortable environment.
Copies of both articles follow. Both are masterpieces of understatement, never mentioning the word, sex, even once, but whose meaning is crystal, clear. For the first time ever, men and women, equally, could, enter a brothel, manned entirely by young, physically-attractive, sexy, young studs, generously endowed where it really counts and could make their choice of a no-questions-asked, anything- goes, anonymous sex-partner, with whom they could exercise their wildest, sexual dreams.
First, here is the gossip column in the June issue of the magazine: Modern Man.
I hear, on the grape vine, that Alex, the acknowledged, leading male-escort of Chicago will shortly be retiring from actively serving the Chicago male business community, both local and visiting; a service, which he has fulfilled, with distinction, for well over 25 years. Whilst I myself have never had the pleasure of the intimate company of Alex, I send him my best wishes for success is new endeavour. Alex’s Pleasure Dome for Men (PDM) – for that is what his new brothel is fancifully called.
The PDM is located on East Lake Shore Drive, just south of the Bateman Street junction and is scheduled to open on September 1st next. Given Alex’s universal glowing reputation for his ability to deliver the goods to the satisfaction of his clients, I am sure the PDM will be a great success, Full marks to Alex for recognizing and filling, in an imaginative way, a void in the present sex market. It will, for the first time, allow clients to choose their companion, for the evening, from a bevy of well-equipped, attractive, muscular, young men.
And now the equivalent article, written by the same person under a different name, in the gossip column of June issue of the same publisher’s magazine: Modern Woman.
I hear, on the grape vine, that Alex, the acknowledged, leading male-escort of Chicago will shortly be retiring from actively serving the Chicago male business community, both local and visiting; a service, which he has fulfilled, with distinction, for well over 25 years. Whilst I myself have never had the pleasure of the intimate company of Alex, I send him my best wishes for his retirement from active service and his new endeavour: Alex’s Pleasure Dome for Ladies (PDL).
In creating his PDL, Alex has astutely recognized a void in the current, male-contact market for women, who feel the lack of male company, for a variety of reasons; either because their husbands are too often away on business for the week; or, when they finally arrive home, are too tired to tend to their wives’ needs; or, in some cases have just lost interest in intimacy with the woman they married; or simply have developed – or perhaps have always had – a roving eye for younger women, which does quite frequently happen!
Neither must one forget women who live alone: unmarried as spinsters – such an unattractive word, to describe women, who or some reason, lack husbands – and one must also include widows, who would also welcome a breath of male company, to break their loneliness.
The PDL is scheduled to open on September 1st next, and is located on East Lake Shore Drive just south of the junction with Bateman Street. There, women can take their pick from a bevy of attractive young men, all ready and willing to serve as temporary sexual companions for lonely hearts.
Alex was delighted to receive such free publicity and although he did not know the writer from Adam. Even though he was retiring his cock from active service, he resolved, there and then, to rectify, free of charge, the unknown writer’s claim, that he had never had the pleasure of the intimate company of Alex; after all, one good deed was deserving of another. Alex was never a man to let grass grow under his feet and wrote forthwith to writer, care of the publisher of the two magazines in question, congratulating him on the two articles, giving him his mobile telephone number asking him to ring him, to arrange suitable time for them to meet, saying he would be glad to rectify, free of any charge, the lack of intimacy between them.
He sent off his offer and immediately began to have doubts. Was it just one man, who had written the article for both magazines? Could it not be two different men, who had mutually agreed to write about Alex’s Pleasure Domes and had written that first paragraph together? After all it was not every day that someone makes such news as announcing the creation of two new types of brothel – that hateful word again – which, unfortunately so aptly described what Alex was proposing to open; but with an important difference; they would manned entirely by virile, young men, gay or straight, in the case of the PDL, who would sell their sexual capabilities to the general public, both male and female, in exactly the same way, as in a conventional brothel. By any way of thinking, the Pleasure Domes, were the first breakthrough, where young men, both gay and straight, offered to sell their bodies openly for sex to the general public, aping, for the first in history, the oldest profession in the world for women.
But on further reflection, Alex gave himself an even greater fright. What if the writer of the two articles were a woman, or – in the most nightmarish of scenarios – two women? The designation male-escort was a misnomer, when applied to the activity, which Alex had practised for over 25 years. As almost everyone knew, the expression, male-escort, sadly mis-described a man, who sold his body to other men, specifically for sex.
Alex also knew that certain prominent, single women had recourse to a male-escort, in true sense of the word, whom they paid to be at their side – literally, to be escorted by them – at certain public functions; without the overtones of conventional male-female sex ever raising its head. What if he had offered to rectify the lack of his intimate contact to a woman – or worse – to two women? Alex, as a born homosexual, had never, even once, looked at a woman sexually; the very thought of being sexually intimate with a woman: appalled him, just as much as a straight, heterosexual man is appalled at the thought of having anal sex with another man. The two of them have diametrically opposed concepts of what constitutes normalcy.
He waited on tenterhooks, until he received a telephone call from a young guy called Her, – most people call me Bert –Hudson, who, to Alex’s extreme relief, confirmed that he was the gossip columnist for both magazines and that he had written both articles promoting the Pleasure Domes; both of which he thought were a good idea, as they would fill a gap in the ever burgeoning market for sex Bert said to Alex, with that immediacy which one so associates with America: “I do not know, how serious you were in your letter, when you said you would willing to rectify, free of any charge, the lack of intimacy between us; but if you are serious, I sure would like take you up on your offer, Sir. What young, gay guy worth his salt would turn down a free assignation with the reputed best male-escort in the business, certainly in the Chicago area, if not in the entire country. ”
From his voice, Alex judged Bert to be about 25 years of age and immediately arranged a convenient appointment to see him, at his Batmen Street address: the apartment where he received most of his clients. Alex, now aged 45 was really looking forward to having sex with a younger man; most of his clients had always been older than Bert – as Alex already thought of him – as younger men were unable to afford the prices he charged for his services. Also, the group of friends, such as Alan Greenberg and Jeremy, with whom Carlo and he regularly indulged in group sex, had all grown older; so, it would be a refreshing break in the routine to have sex with a much younger man; someone, who had been born after Alex had commenced his career as a male-escort.
When he opened the door to his apartment to Bert, he was agreeably surprised to find that he was confronted by a handsome, well-muscled, young man of about 25, whom he more than liked on first sight. Alex’s eyes, immediately descended to Bert’s crotch, where he saw a reassuring, large bulge, in a pair of elegant pants, designed specifically to make a feature of what they were concealing. As Alex saw from Bert’s somewhat apologetic manner, he was embarrassed at having had the presumption – as he clearly saw it – even to suggest that the foremost, almost-legendary, male-escort of Chicago, would go back on his promise to service him, a low, gay, gossip-column journalist, for two, at the very best, marginal sex-magazines, of limited readership.
As he crossed the threshold into the apartment, what Bert did not realise, was that, on first sight Alex, had taken a liking to the well-muscled hunk, whom he saw before him and that his cock, was already twitching, at the prospect of sensual pleasure, which Bert’s arrival promised, rather than fulfilling an obligation to discharge a rash, spur-of-the-moment promise. Now, on first sight of the luscious, sexy, young Bert, Alex had immediately become as keen mustard to have sex with him. Alex welcomed the young man into the apartment. The mutual, sexual attraction between the two of them was immediate. So much so that, no sooner had the door closed, they both immediately started ripping off their clothes until they were totally naked. Alex was completely blown away by the physical perfection of the young man he was about to fuck.
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It was many years since Alex had had the anticipative pleasure of having sex with someone so young and sexually attractive as Bert; a young man, in fact, of an age when he could have been Alex’s son; in the impossible event – given Alex’s utter aversion to sexual intimacy with women – that he had fathered any children. At first sight, Bert, who had already admitted to Alex that he was gay, in Alex’s eyes, just oozed sex from every pore his superb young body, and was clearly at the beginning, of what, held promise of being the glittering life as a gay stud, whose sexual services would be in great demand.
Alex, utterly entranced by what he saw, allowed his imagination to run riot for a moment. Who knows? He might well have stumbled upon the very man, who might one day be acclaimed as the supreme male-escort of Chicago. But first, Alex could barely wait to have sex with Bert, which would confirm whether he was a good fuck or not; as ever, the proof of the pudding remained in the eating thereof; and, Alex had a healthy appetite, for a good helping of what he was looking at right now; he only hoped that it was a good as it looked! So, what did Bert Hudson think on his first sight, in the flesh of the man, who, in the world of gay sex, was already his hero? Well, obviously, Alex’s physique as 45-year-old man, no longer had the fine muscular definition of that of Bert, who was 20 years younger than the man, who already, several years ago, had become his idol. But with the magic of Alex’s reputation, the age difference between the two men fell away to insignificance. Bert could hardly wait to feel Alex’s formidable cock stretch his anal sphincter muscles; for it was uniquely in playing the role of bottom himself, that he had foreseen the fulfilment of Alex’s promise.
Was Bert put off by the age difference between the two of them? No, not at all; in fact, he was looking forward to having sex with a man, whom he had already placed on a pedestal; a man, whom had just met, but whose reputation had preceded him and whom he had already, in his own eyes, rightly or wrongly, elevated, on skimpy, say-so evidence, to the status of a father figure, in all that appertained to gay sex. As Bert was Alex’s junior by 20 years, almost begging to be fucked by his legendary hero, the very most Bert had expected, from the forthcoming sexual encounter, was that he would play the subservient role of bottom to Alex’s top; he would be grateful for evermore that such a legendary stud should have condescended to fuck him, a practically unknown journalist, at all – and for free. From the first magical moment that they had seen each other, there was, between them, that realisation of sexual compatibility and desirability. However, Bert had no inkling of the fact that, on first sight Alex had taken to him, just as much as he himself had taken to Alex; and that Alex intended much more than just a simple anal fuck with him, now that they were together and were about to become sexually involved with each other.
CHAPTER 6
The day of their first sexual encounter was warm; so, the completely naked Alex ushered the completely naked Bert onto the unoverlooked roof-terrace which was furnished with all the accoutrements for male-male sex, plus the numerous implements of corporal punishment used on those of his clients, who were masochists and enjoyed being beaten prior to having sex. What Alex did not know about Bert was that his young companion, was himself a homosexual masochist, who, from time to time, appreciated his arse being beaten prior to penetration by his partner’s cock.
Alex looked on slightly mystified as Bert looked lovingly over the inventory over the implements of corporal punishment displayed. Alex felt that some word of explanation was necessary and said to Bert: “Certain of my clients are masochists, who like having their arse beaten prior to sex.”
By way of an explanation of his interest in the paraphernalia of CP, Bert volunteered the following explanation: “My father, Charles Edward Hudson, who died of a heart attack a few years ago, was an Englishman. By profession he was, a school teacher, who by the extremely young age of 27 had risen to be Headmaster of what the British choose to call a public school, which contrary to its name is not a public school at all, but a fee-paying establishment, to which upper-class Brits send their sons to be educated: a privilege, for which they fork out huge sums of money.”
“Now English public schools are renowned for the strict discipline to which they subject their pupils and my father, although it pains me to say it, was a sadist, who used the cane, on a daily basis, as he put it: “To keep my flock in order.” My grandparents, who still live in England, were astonished and disgusted, when their only child and heir, upped and married an American woman from a wealthy, Anglo-Chicago family, whom he met and fell madly in love, when she was in England with her parents on a Ten-Day Grand Tour of Europe. They were all the more horrified, when, after a whirlwind romance, he resigned his post as Headmaster of the public school and, newly-wedded to an American, moved, to Chicago, where I was born, within one year of his marriage.”
“My father, with his excellent qualifications, had no problem in finding a teaching post at the top fee-paying school in Chicago, of which, on the death of his predecessor in an automobile accident, two years later, he became the principal, in view of his experience as Headmaster of one of top public schools in England. It was in this school, under my father as Headmaster that I received my secondary education, before going on to study journalism at college in Chicago. My father, who, as I have already told you, was a strict, sadistic disciplinarian, embraced the American paddle, on a daily basis, to correct his charges. However, he could not divorce himself from the rattan cane, which he had used as Headmaster on the bare arses of his charges in England. I do not need to tell you that the cane, with its venomous load concentrated in narrow stripes, which it etches into the naked flesh of a lad’s buttocks, is much, much, more painful than anything achieved, even in experienced hands, by the traditional American paddle.”
“In the Chicago school, the cane was used on severely disobedient boys, in which group, I always seemed to figure. My father, as principal of the school, and, as the only user of the cane, cut (no pun intended) me, his son, no slack; as a result I found myself, as a frequently mischievous boy, quite often obliged, to present him my bare ass to beat, Believe me or believe me not, I gradually came to like the pain of these beatings-on-the-bare, as my father always, nostalgically, called them; thinking lasciviously he countless, English boys, whose bare arses he had thrashed in the past.”
“When I went to college as a gay eighteen-year-old, young man I was totally at home with my homosexuality, as I had, unbeknown to my father, already two years of sexual experience under my belt; experience gained from the age of sixteen, with like-minded schoolfellows. At college, I chose a fraternity, Delta-Lambda-Phi, which was reputed as being the least homophobic of brotherhoods in its acceptance of gay men like me. I was lucky to find two agreeable young guys, of the same sexual persuasion as myself, with whom to bunk, and so I did not lack for male-male sex during my three years at college. I went through the same acceptance hazing to the Delta-Lambda-Phi fraternity as any other college freshman. Additionally, I was subjected to a once-only bare-ass paddling, at my hazing ceremony in front of my gay, peer group, to join the chapter of the Delta-Lambda-Phi Gay Fraternity, whose mission in life was expressly to accommodate gay-guys like me. That encounter with the paddle was my once-only experience of corporal punishment during my three years at college.”
“There is a saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder, presumably referring to the love between two people. Well, I am personally able definitively to tell you that it applies to a wider range of emotions than love between two people. As those memories my schooldays faded into the dim, distant past, I grew ever fonder of my father, in his role of Headmaster, in his addressing my bare ass with his cane, I guess I could have done something about my love of being caned. There were – and still are – a number of people around, with that mean sadistic streak to their character, who, I am quite sure, would have been more than glad to oblige me. But I was just too lethargic, allied with my innate timidity, to make my secret desires known to the right people. And so, ever since I left school for college, I have, to my extreme regret, missed the bite of the cane.”
Alex had listened in silence to the admission that his new acquaintance loved receiving corporal punishment. It was as if he were a gift from heaven. One point with his retirement had been troubling Alex. Over the years, he had grown to enjoy exercising his own mildly, sadistic streak on the bare arses of those of his clients – more numerous than you might think – who wanted corporal punishment prior to sex. He would miss greatly the occasions, which he had grown to like enormously, when he was requested, by a client, to cane him, prior to having sex with him. Alex, in his role of male-escort, was, in fact, subject to the same sexual arousal as any other man., and caning a client prior to having sex with him, really turned him on sexually; both the client and he personally benefitted from the more intense sex that resulted from the caning. So, in Bert, in view of his professed love of the cane, he saw a willing fall guy; a convenient substitute for those clients, whom he thrashed and to whose arses would no longer have access with the cane, or for that matter, his own less severe rod, in his retirement.
Bert watched, with bated breath, as Alex, his mentor, carefully lubed up his formidable, already-fully-erect cock, of which the massive, girth would shortly be stretching his anal sphincters. He could hardly wait for that first penetration by the reputed Master Male-Escort. In a way, Bert silently applauded the fact that Alex had decided not to use condom, as he, personally, always preferred to be fucked bareback by his partner. Bert harboured the romantic notion, that if Alex succeeded in climaxing inside him – as Alex, the Master of anal copulation had every intention of doing – he would retain a quantity of Alex’s jism as a temporary souvenir, of what, he was still under the impression, would be his one and only sexual experience with the Master.
In this Bert was wrong. Alex, armed with the knowledge that the young man, whom he was now preparing himself to fuck, had the potential to become a long-term, sexual muse for Carlo Brenner and himself. Additionally, he saw Bert providing him personally with that manna from heaven, in the form of a replacement arse to beat. He knew that, in his retirement, he would miss beating the occasional client. Unbeknown to Bert, he had the intention of giving Bert the greatest sexual experience of his life to date. Alex, therefore, deliberately set out to establish a sexual relationship between the long-standing item – Carlo Brenner and himself – and the young Bert, without saying a word to the two other potential protagonists.
CHAPTER 7
Before the fatidic moment arrived, when Bert was finally to submit himself to the undoubted pleasures of Alex’s cock, it goes without saying that he had correctly assumed that he would play the bottom partner to Alex’s top. However, as already pointed out, he had incorrectly assumed that act of Alex fucking him would be their one and only sex act together, allowing Alex to discharge his promise to be – discreetly put – intimate with him. It was under this misapprehension – how could Bert know what Alex had in mind for him, as he had not said a word to him about his intentions? – that he willingly laid himself down on the couch spreading his legs as Alex had indicated, thereby exposing his anus to Alex’s massively, impressive erection.
However, Alex now had other plans. Armed with the fresh knowledge that Bert was a secret masochist, who, since his school-days, had greatly missed the cane biting into the flesh of his bare arse, Alex hauled him to his feet, from the recumbent position he had adopted, preparing himself for sex. He said to Bert: “In view of the fact that you have missed the bite of the cane, since leaving school, and given that I find myself in a position to help you, for as I have just told you, in my routine work, as a male-escort, I regularly administer CP to those of my clients, who request me to do so, prior to enjoying my normal sexual services. It occurred to me that you might like me to cane you, since, as you have just observed, I have the necessary implements to hand, here and now.
For Bert, it was just getting better and better; not only was his hero, whom he already had idolized, about to make good on his promise to have sex with him, but he was also proposing to cane him. Without saying a single word, he immediately signaled his acceptance of Alex’s proposition to beat him, by going across to a chair, which was expectantly standing there, as if for this very purpose, bent over its back and placed his hands firmly on its seat, thereby presenting his naked buttocks to Alex to be caned.
Alex unhooked a cane from the wall and looked down on the on the two, pristine, unblemished mounds of flesh, which he was about to stripe severely and said to Bert: “Brace yourself, young man; for when I beat you, I do not intend to spare you. Prepare yourself; Bert; on your own head, be it; for this may well be the most painful experience of your life, to date. I intend to give you twelve, parallel cuts of the cane, reaching from the bottom your back to your upper buttocks.”’
To each his own; Alex preferred the use of the cane over all other implements of corporal punishment. The cane allowed him to be extremely precise in placing each cut to land on his client’s bare arse, exactly where he wanted it. It appealed enormously to his sense of order, which characterized everything he did. Also, the cane, in concentrating its painful message in a series of narrow stripes, permitting delivery of intense pain, also appealed to his sadistically, aesthetic sense. He viewed each arse as a blank canvas, on which he etched, with the cane, a transitory, pleasing – at least, to himself – design: of bruised furrows of multi-coloured, painful stripes.
As Alex laid the cane very gently across Bert’s expectant arse, he noticed that in spite of his braggadocio manner, Bert’s flesh flinched, at the first gentle touch of the cane. Alex raised the cane over his head into the air; after a split-second pause on high, he brought the slender cane whistling down to give Bert his first painful stripe across the bottom of his back. Bert emitted a howl, of what Alex took to be appreciation, and continued to thrash Bert’s arse, until he had applied the twelve strokes promised.
Alex stood back to admire his own handiwork; what he saw were twelve strictly parallel, blue-black strokes, flecked with blood, where force of the cane had occasionally broken the skin, each defined by two raised welts: a truly text-book definition of a well-beaten arse, of which any headmaster of an English public school would have been justifiably proud. Alex found it hard to believe that Bert, could have really enjoyed the onslaught he had just delivered to his arse. But Bert, as a self-confessed masochist, was practically delirious with pleasure that he had finally found someone, whom he, additionally, really liked, who had brought him in from the corporal-punishment-free desert in which he had found himself languishing ever since leaving school.
And, the cream on the cake was that the man, who had just fulfilled one of his most earnest needs, was now about to fuck him. Could things possibly get any better? As Bert was about to find out – to his considerable advantage – they could, and did get, considerably better; Bert had not reckoned with the strong sexual attraction that Alex, who was just old enough to be his father, had had for him, on first sight.
Alex then knelt himself down between Bert’s two legs. Bert, who had conveniently lain down on his back, and was waiting eagerly for his anal sphincters to be stretched by Alex’s formidable erection, which combined both length and girth, capable of overcoming the most recalcitrant of anal muscles As usual, when preparing to fuck his partner in his all-time, favourite mission-position Alex hoisted Bert’s legs into the air, holding them vertical, one each side of his own head, holding each leg in an upright position by wrapping one of his arms around each of them.
Bert sensed that the moment of penetration of his anus, by Alex’s massively erect man-meat was imminent. Although Bert’s anus had been penetrated many times in the past, by the cocks of his various sex partners and although he desperately wanted, right now, to be fucked by Alex, he could not suppress the shiver of fear coursing through his body, induced by the sight of the most monumental piece of rock-hard penis, the likes of which, he had never before seen, which was just about to penetrate his anus. Bert saw the surface veins of Alex’s cock, in bas-relief, pulsating vigorously, giving it the appearance of a living monster about to invade the innermost, private parts of his lower anatomy. As Alex touched the tip of his cockhead against Bert’s anus, Bert felt the reflex tightening of his own anal muscles, to prevent, as his senses automatically told him, that was a foreign body, from entering his rectum.
But now was no time for Bert to refuse Alex entry to his inner- sanctum, which they both, so badly wanted; Alex to penetrate and Bert to be penetrated. So, Bert gritted his teeth and prepared himself for the pain and injuries, which he had convinced himself would accompany penetration of his overtight anus by such a formidable, monster of a cock. The girth of Alex’s cock was what worried Bert the most, as and he feared that. in penetrating him, Alex would rupture, what he knew was his over-tight anus.
But Alex had not risen to the pinnacle of his chosen métier by accident; he was professional, used to handling the anatomical anomalies of clients; and Bert was, in his eyes, at present, his client. Bert’s fears were allayed, as he felt Alex’s well-lubricated cock – therein lay Alex’s secret: thorough lubrication of his cock before penetration – seemingly, effortlessly overcome his resolutely, tense, anal sphincters muscles and in one smooth, continuous movement, give him the benefit of its full length. To say that Bert was in seventh heaven, created just by the feeling that the key organ of the man, whom he already admired as his sexual hero, inside of him, would have been the understatement of the century. Bert was utterly ecstatic. But as the Americans would say, metaphorically, grievously, mangling the language of Shakespeare: “Boy! You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Now that penetration had been accomplished, Alex could concentrate on the job of fucking Bert. Unknown to Bert, Alex had, at first sight, taken an immediate shine to him and intended to give Bert, what he had every intention of being the best fuck of his life to date. As he normally did, Alex began with long, gentle strokes of his ten-inch erection, withdrawing almost the entire length – only his cockhead remained inside Bert’s rectum, gripped in a vice-like grip of his anal sphincter muscles – before thrusting its full-length forward again. He was aided in this task of self-arousal by Bert, whose anal sphincters remained tightly clenched, meaning that Alex himself became more quickly sexually aroused than usual, due to the increased force, he needed to use to overcome the friction of the firm like grip, in which his cock was permanently held by Bert’s anal muscles.
Alex suddenly realised that he was, by force of circumstances, coming to his own climax more quickly than was usual, and that he was not able to hold himself back from his own orgasm any longer. Thus, on his very next thrust, he could not stop himself climaxing to orgasm, pumping his generous emission of semen, in vigorous ejaculative spurts, deep inside of Bert, thereby fulfilling his partner’s romantic, unspoken wish to emerge with a sample of Alex’s emission inside him.
Not for nothing was Alex hailed, in Chicago, as the best male-escort of his time. His call to fame was based on his apparently unique ability, with his cock alone, regularly to induce an orgasm, in his bottom, submissive, client partner, simultaneous with his own climax; inevitably. Alex became known as the originator of the simultaneous orgasm, often attempted, but seldom achieved, by other male-escorts. With others, this ability was a hit and miss affair; no one could guarantee the consistency of results that Alex regularly achieved. Indeed, in most cases of male-male, anal intercourse, the top partner usually withdrew his cock from his bottom partner’s rectum before climaxing and the two of them, then each used his own hand, as a five-fingered lover. to masturbate himself to orgasm, with no further physical contact between the two partners. They, thereby, reduced an act, which could and should have been the gay equivalent of a man making love to a woman, to a banal act of mutual masturbation.
Up to now, bringing this mutual masturbation stage to a climax, was how Bert had always experienced gay sex. Therefore, it is not surprising that Bert was over the moon, when Alex climaxed inside of him, thereby sharing his semen with him. In view of Alex’s unhabitual premature climax, Bert was still blissfully unaware of the existence of the intensity of the simultaneous orgasm in both partners, as the sublime culmination to the gay anal-sex act. Contrast Bert’s elation with Alex’s disappointment, and fury at himself, for his lack of ability to withhold his own orgasm for a sufficient length of time to allow him to induce an orgasm in Bert, simultaneous with his own.
As Alex withdrew his cock from Bert’s anus, he was furious with himself that he had blown what he had intended to be an exemplary, perfect, first fuck with Bert. Never was the Latin epigram: post coitum omne animal triste est; (which translated into English reads– after coitus every animal is sad) – more apposite than to describe Alex’s present mood. However, never underestimate the resourcefulness of a sexually, frustrated man, which was what Alex was at the moment.
He flung himself onto his back on the couch and lay beside Bert for a few minutes’ recuperation. “Why or why,” he thought to himself, as he lay there “Was the utterly sublime act of anal copulation, which gave a gay-men, both top and bottom, so much pleasure, and which he personally would be loath to give up, always, such sweaty, hard work? And, why did I not succeed in holding myself back long enough to take Bert through to an orgasm simultaneous with my own?”
Contrast Alex’s discontentment with his performance on Bert, who was lying beside him. Bert thought that Alex had royally discharged his promise of intimacy with him, as he was, at present, completely contented with his lot, never having experienced or been aware of the existence the sublime intensity of the simultaneous gay-male orgasm, produced by a highly competent top, by the sole use of his cock, in the act of act of gay, anal sex. Bet more-or-less assumed that his sexual contact with Alex was over forever. How could he be less than contented? He had had sex as a bottom with his hero and could not regret missing that sublime moment of simultaneous orgasm, the existence of which he was still unaware. Therefore, not surprisingly, he was not wrong to think that his sexual contact with Alex was ended. However, Alex was determined to redeem what he personally saw as a disaster perpetrated by himself, on Bert, who had had but a foretaste of that utterly sublime feeling of what was still to come.
No one could have been more surprised than Bert, when after five or so minutes in which Alex regained his breath, subsequent to what had been, at least for him, a strenuously futile sexual exercise, he stood up, pulled Bert to his feet and, misquoting the old proverb, said: “All play and no work makes Jack a dull boy. Come on, young man, get up and show your worth;” Bert was astounded at this apparent invitation to fuck his hero. The meaning was quite clear; and was made even more so, as Alex immediately knelt down on the couch and presented his naked arse to Bert, indicating that he wanted Bert to fuck him in the doggy position. Bert was beside himself with joy, at the invitation from Alex, to play top to his hero’s bottom. Never, in a month of Sundays, could Bert ever have imagined that he would be invited, by his idol, to fuck him. Yet seeing is believing; the proof was before Bert’s very eyes, in the form of Alex’s buttocks, figuratively, presented to him on a plate.
Alex could not resist giving Bert, whom he perceived was overwhelmed at the prospect of having sex as top with him, a piece of advice, saying “Young man, if I can give you two tips; before you even think of penetrating me. You must always lubricate your cock thoroughly, prior to penetration. I see perfect lubrication as the key to all good gay sex. I would stress that it is particularly important, as the recipient rectum of the bottom partner – in this case, me – does not self-lubricate on sexual arousal. Therefore, we, as gay men, are obliged to resort to artificial means of lubrication to make anal sex an agreeably pleasant experience for both parties.”
“The second tip, I would give you is to make haste slowly. Do not rush into your partner with your cock blazing like a machine-gun. Take your time to penetrate him gently, but firmly; giving him your full erect length before beginning to fuck him; take time to enjoy the magic moment of penetration, as you slide your cock smoothly inside him. Subsequently, when you actually begin the reciprocating motion of fucking him, don’t initially go with your cock at your partner like bull at a gate. allow time for your mutual passion to build up, which it always does, and you will find yourself on due course and quite naturally, banging away at him with your cock, like greased lightening, Your cock of course, by now in overdrive, is the star of the show. You will come, quite naturally, to the threshold of your own climax; at which stage, I urge you NOT to withdraw your cock from your partner and indulge in a joint masturbation session, with no physical contact between the two of you. That way, when you each reach orgasm, you both ejaculate your semen into thin air. I have learned from watching videos on the internet, that this is the sad conclusion of many male-male fucks: banal masturbation, to end what should have been a mutually, uplifting, exquisite, shared moment for both parties.”
Bert was surprised at the liberal use of words, like cock and fuck, which had peppered Alex’s homily on gay sex; he was obviously not afraid to call a spade a spade and avoided circumlocutive nonsense, to describe, so graphically, the sex act, in which they had both just indulged, which Bert, as bottom, had found quite satisfying. However, Alex was made of sterner stuff and had found his personal performance lacking. He hated himself for his lack of control of his own premature orgasm, Alex finally said to Bert: “For now, that’s enough verbiage from me; so, come on Bert; show me your worth and fuck me, before my kettle goes off the boil. If you succeed in brewing a good cup of tea, then I will give you another practical lesson in the art of male-male, anal-fucking techniques, as for me, the first fuck I gave you was defective.”
CHAPTER 8
Bert instinctively knew that Alex would judge him worthy of further sexual attention or cast him aside as whimp, based on his first performance at sex with him. He was amazed to be allowed – or, better put: more or less ordered – to fuck Alex to show himself a worthy partner for him, whom Bert considered as the greatest, living exponent of the art of gay-sex. Alex, whose standards were exceptionally high, when it came to exercising his sexual prowess, even when he did so for free, with a younger man, whom he did not know, as was, at present, the case. Alex – judged by his own exacting standards – had viewed his first attempt at sex with Bert as an ignominious personal failure even though Bert himself had been more than satisfied with the results.
Bert was absolutely in seventh heaven that the most famous male-escort in Chicago was deigning to have sex with him bareback and had climaxed deep inside of him, leaving him with a sample of his semen: a novel experience for Bert, whose numerous, regular top-partners had habitually withdrawn their cocks from his anus before climaxing, thereby reducing reaching of orgasm, the quintessential, indispensable culmination of all sexual intercourse, to a banal act of mutual masturbation. Bert was determined to succeed in the task and to prove worthy of the trust, which Alex had bestowed on him. As he prepared to penetrate Alex, he saw this as a once-only opportunity he would have to fuck the man, who, in his eyes, had already become his hero in matters sexual. In this supposition, as later events were to prove, he was he was totally wrong. What Bert did not know, was the fact that Alex had taken a fancy to him, and admired him as a handsome, gay, young stud, whom he saw as a youthful adjunct to the almost daily sex he had with his long-time partner, Carlo Brenner.
The moment of truth had now arrived, in which Bert’s copulatory powers would be revealed to Alex, who was expecting a great performance from the young man, whom he already thought of as his protégé. As soon as the tip of Bert’s considerable erection touched Alex’s expectant anus, firmly and without hesitation, he sensed, that Bert was going to deliver a breathtaking session of gay sex. This was confirmed, as Bert, without hesitation slid the full length of his rock-hard cock firmly, but smoothly into Alex’s rectum. Bert had clearly taken on board Alex’s counsel to make haste slowly, as he began by withdrawing his eight-inch, erect cock completely from Alex rectum, before sliding it gently back into his partner.
This set the scene for what was to follow. Bert had obviously decided that his eight-inch erection could not compete with Alex’s ten-inch, telephone pole of a boner; and was aware that the length of each forward thrust of the full-length of his penis, contributed to the mutual satisfaction of both partners. He, therefore, adopted the somewhat risky strategy of withdrawing his cock completely on each withdrawal stroke, and plunging its full length back into Alex’s expectant anus on each forward stroke. All well and good one might think when setting out gently on beginning to fuck. But to Bert’s credit, when he became fully aroused and the tempo became frenetic, as it inevitably did, he did not miss a trick
With unerring aim, Bert managed always to thrust his cock back into Alex’ anus, even when he had become so aroused that he almost had lost control of himself. The result was that he delivered a virtuoso, sexual performance; an exhilarating first-fuck to Alex, thereby convincing him that, in Bert, he had stumbled upon a young man, worthy to join Carlo and himself as a new sex-partner, capable of bringing a spark of new life into a relationship that, had become routine, after more than a quarter of a century of almost daily sex together. All in all, Alex was highly satisfied with his first experience of Bert as top. He realised that, he had stumbled across a young man, who had the copulative ability to become a world-class male escort.
Clearly, Bert had just given himself the most tremendous of orgasms. He was, however, conscious of Alex’s view that all sexual intercourse was a mutual affair that both parties to any act should emerge from it completely satisfied. He had also taken on board the fact that Alex was of the opinion that the top to any gay sex act should climax and deposit his semen inside his bottom partner, which Bert successfully had just done. Alex’s counsel was one of perfection and was predicated on the bottom partner having his orgasm simultaneous with that of the top, which was manifestly not the case, in the fuck Bert had just indulged in with Alex.
Bert, who was unaware of the possibility that a simultaneous orgasm could be induced in the bottom partner, by prolonged battering by the top’s cock alone, thought that he had blown his dearest wish: a long-term sexual relationship with Alex. He knew that Alex: spurned mutual masturbation, as a means of satisfying both partners to any gay sex act. At that moment, Bert saw himself as being between a rock and a hard place, as he felt that he had left Alex unfulfilled, in a state of sexual anticipation. Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hit him; with his own cock still deep inside the kneeling Alex. Bert reached around his partner, took Alex’s ten-inch boner of a cock in his right hand, and still giving him an occasional thrust with his own cock, proceeded to masturbate him to orgasm. Believe it or believe it not – stranger things are known to have happened – Bert’s perfunctory thrusts with his cock, whilst he was massaging Alex’s cock to orgasm, resulted, more by good luck than by good management, resulted him having a second orgasm himself, simultaneous with that, which he had succeeded in inducing in Alex.
With this one brilliant, improvised coup, bringing his bottom partner to orgasm, Bert’s stock, as a man, who understood the mutuality of gay, male sex, rose considerably in Alex’s eyes. Alex was nothing short of amazed that Bert had managed to bring him to orgasm, albeit by solo, improvised, spur-of-the-moment manual means. Bert had not abandoned Alex to his own devices, having achieved his own first orgasm, showing that he knew his bottom partner, too, needed to achieve sexual satisfaction from the act. Bert had quite miraculously managed to bring himself simultaneously to a second, minor orgasm, by assiduously continuing gently to fuck Alex, whilst manually assisting him to achieve his own sexual fulfillment. “Here,” Alex told himself, “Was a rare young, gay man, who knocked spots off the average stud when it came to anal intercourse, and who was, a potential rejuvenating sex partner for Carlo and himself, worth nurturing.”
With this thought in mind, Alex deemed it his duty to show Bert, what he considered the true light of sex between two men. Once Bert had withdrawn his cock from Alex’s anus, he assumed quite wrongly, as he was immediately, dramatically to find out, that sex between them was, by a long chalk, not over for now. Alex wasted no time in hauling himself from his knees, into a standing position, pushing Bert, flat on his back, onto the bed. He then prepared Bert for, his second time to play bottom, again to take him, face to face, in the mission position. This time, however, Alex was prepared for the iron-like grip of Bert’s anal muscles on his cock as he slipped his well-lubricated boner inside of his partner. Alex steeled himself able to hold himself back from premature climaxing.
Alex was now fully aroused and continued battering Bert’s anus with ever increasing fury, until he sensed that his partner was on the point of climaxing himself. At this point, he made his customary total withdrawal of his ten-inch, monumental cock, before plunging it back deeply into Bert and tipping them both over the edge, into the most, exquisite, simultaneous, joint orgasm that he personally had ever had, thereby introducing Bert to the most profound joy of gay-sex. Neither Alex nor Bert was as fresh as a daisy; however, both men exploded into simultaneous orgasms accompanied by a flood of semen; Alex’s into Bert’s innermost private parts and Bert’s all over the bed.
If they wanted to continue with their sex session, which they both did, unless they were content to continue on a squelchy, wet bed, they both realised that a change of sheets was needed, such was the joint quantity of jism, they had both emitted as bottoms to the act. This was done by one of the young, non-sexually-involved assistants, whose main jobs was to serve the clients with drinks in reception area. This illustrates dramatically the point that although bareback sex is very desirable for both parties, giving that all-important, direct, sensitive, skin-to-skin contact, its consequences tend to be very messy. In fact, Alex felt that the bottom to the act should always wear a condom to catch his emission, which is normally responsible for much of the sticky mess, inherent in gay-sex.
For the next hour, Alex and Bert exhaustively explored sexually each other’s body. Nothing was taboo. Alex enjoyed enormously the opportunity to feel Bert’s young muscles under his own body and did not hesitate to smother him in kisses, over his entire body. except on the mouth, which he personally considered more intimate than any sex act. He reserved the act of kissing-on-the-mouth uniquely for his long- term-lover, Carlo Brenner. He was fascinated by Bert’s neatly circumcised cock, which he considered to be an absolute aesthetic beauty, descending gracefully, as it did, over a pair of close-to-the-body, high-held balls. Alex took Bert’s cock in his mouth in an act of fellatio and allowed Bert to face fuck him until he reached orgasm, the emission of which he largely swallowed.
There seemed to be no end to the number of orgasms each of them induced in the other. One had to marvel at both the two men’s – especially Alex’s, powers of recuperation, to continue to produce amazing quantities of top quality, viscous sperm. Bert was in his element, for never had he imagined that to two articles he had written for two, low, circulation sex-magazines, would give rise to a veritable sex orgy with the very man, who was universally considered be king of present male-escorts Even to just to meet him would have been privilege for Bert; but to spend two hours with him in active sex, from which had learned so much, surpassed even his vivid imagination.
CHAPTER 9
But something totally unexpected by Bert, who after the orgy of sex with Alex, had expected to be sent on his way and never see Alex again. Alex said to him: “I don’t suppose you would care to come to come to our apartment and meet my partner, Carlo, with whom I have been together for over a quarter a century, for I know that given your performance here today, he certainly would be delighted to meet you.”
It was just getting better and better for Bert, who could not believe his ears at what he had just heard. He, a junior, columnist, for two run-of-the-mill sex-magazines, had just been invited, indirectly, as the word, sex, had not been uttered, evidently to share his sexual expertise, with Alex and his partner, of long-standing, in the apartment in which they lived together. Bert had understood that Alex had liked his performance, just now, so much so, as to offer him an exceptional invitation to a three-man sex-party in his own home, which he shared with his long-term partner, Carlo. It could get any better than that; Bert had just been given an invitation he could not refuse. Of course, he immediately accepted,knowing full-well, what meeting Carlo would involve.
Bert would have been completely overwhelmed with the honour. of the invitation, if he had known that he was the first, and only person ever to be invited to participate in a sexual ménage à trois with Alex and his longstanding partner, Carlo, in that holiest of holies, the apartment, where they lived together; and into which no third person, not even their closest friends, with whom they fraternized sexually on a weekly basis, had ever previously set foot. It was not as if Alex and Carlo lived a sort of monastic life, cut off from sexual contact with their friends; they most certainly did not; for group sex, with their friends, was an integral part of their lives, which they would hate to be without. It was just that whenever they got together for group sex, even with their closest friends, such as Alan Greenberg and his partner, Jeremy, which they, in fact, did quite often, it was always at the place, in Lake Point Tower, where Dr Greenberg had his surgery and also lived with Jeremy, or in what Alex called his consulting rooms, the south side of Bateman Street, where he serviced his clients. Alex and his partner, Carlo, led very private lives, in their apartment, on the north side of Bateman Street.
I was agreed between Alex his new, young, sexual muse, Bert, that he should come to Alex’s apartment on Saturday evening; ostensibly to meet Carlo, over a supper of pizza and beer. However, reading between the lines, Bert knew that the real reason, behind the invitation, was his own sexual prowess. Therefore, he was not at all surprised to be greeted by a stark-naked Alex, who opened the door for him, totally unabashed by his nakedness and ushered him to the apartment to meet and equally naked, somewhat, sour-looking Carlo. with whom Alex lived and on whom, Bert presumed that his personal, private sex-life was concentrated.
Alex had had some difficulty in convincing Carlo, in breaking the hitherto unspoken, but nevertheless tacitly understood, inviolable rule, that their apartment was sacrosanct to themselves and that any sex for pleasure with third parties, of which they both, with unanimity of purpose, approved, and in which they regularly indulged, should be conducted elsewhere. But Alex had argued with Carlo that Bert would bring a breath of fresh air into their two-man, longstanding, private, loving, sexual relationship, which, in effect, as he himself knew. was as strong as ever. But Alex sensed that Carlo needed reassuring that person, whom he had met and fallen in love with at school, over a quarter of a century ago, was not about to discard him for a younger new lover. “There was never any question,” Alex reassured Carlos, “That Bert would replace you or that you would be reduced to playing second fiddle for my affection.”
“You will see” he said to Carlo, “That having sex with a well-endowed, muscular, stud, who, is young enough to be our son. if we had one, will add something to our relationship. My idea is that we should keep Bert strictly to ourselves, before introducing him to our wide circle of friends, who are all older men, like us, such as Alan Greenberg and his partner, Jeremy, with whom we regularly have group sex.”
Carlo had immediately taken umbrage at Alex’s suggestion, accusing him of wanting the younger man for himself. He foresaw the arrival of Bert as the thin-end of the wedge, which could ultimately drive apart their relationship, which had endured for more than a quarter of a century, Carlo had gone so far as to accuse Alex of wanting to throw him over for a younger man, in much the same way as a man abandons his ageing wife for a younger woman. Carlo had chosen to regard the arrival of Bert on the scene, as criticism of his own personal sexual adequacy. In his own mind, Carlo had linked Bert’s arrival, with his totally unrelated criticism of Alex’s intention to retire and the creation of his two Pleasure Domes as an unworkable folly. It is not surprising that he greeted Bert’s arrival on the scene grumpily, to say the very least. Poor Carlo had got the wrong of the stick completely as he thought that he was to be sidelined by Alex in favour of a younger man, for nothing was more remote in Alex’s mind.
Carlo’s attitude towards Bert changed dramatically, on his first experience of the sexual capabilities of the young man. Bert, sensing Carlo’s resentment to his presence, did not wait to break the glacial atmosphere which reigned over their assembled threesome. He hastened pour oil, on, what he correctly saw, as troubled waters, by immediately dropping to his knees, in front of the naked Carlo, taking his cock into his mouth and beginning to suck him off. I was case of actions speaking louder than words, to which Carlo responded positively by beginning to face-fuck Bert; culminating, after a few minutes of violent thrusting of his own formidable cock down Bert’s throat, in an emission, worthy being described figuratively, as a Niagara of semen, as he quickly reached orgasm, in which he emitted his semen in a series of violent, rapid, ejaculative spurts, which deposited themselves as a sticky, viscous mess, partly down Bert’s throat and partly over his face and chest.
Thereafter, Carlos accepted Bert for what he was: a muscular, lusciously, sexy-looking young, gay man, who knew, judging from his subsequent performance that afternoon, not only how to please at sex an older sex partner, but also evidently enjoyed using his cock, which he did with great expertise on Carlo and Alex, each of them old enough to be his father. There seemed nothing that Bert was not prepared to do, either as a top or a bottom, with the result that the three of them spent a vigorously athletic afternoon on the terrace. That first afternoon, Bert’s sexual performances, both with his cock and mouth, were little short of perfection. Carlo’ resistance crumbled away entirely, when he saw what the young Bert was capable of bringing to his relationship with Alex. He was subsequently more than willing to welcome him as visitor and sex partner as virile adjunct and not a menace, to what had, until then, been a unique, long-term, love affair between Alex and himself. Bert took to coming twice a week to share his youthful expertise. to bring his new blood to ginger-up the sex, with his new approach, which can be summed up in neat phrase – all’s fair in sex and war – to more than a quarter-of-a-century-old, love affair, in which the sex between the two partners, practised, more-or-less on a daily basis, had become routine.
After a somewhat bumpy start, the initially skeptical Carlo had been forced to admit that the arrival of Bert had brought a rejuvenating breath of fresh air, into what, over the years, had become routine sex between Alex and himself. He finally had welcomed wholeheartedly Bert into what, for 27 years, since Alex and he had met in the showers at school. had been exclusively a two-man fold. Alex, for his part, breathed a figurative sigh of inward relief, against bitter opposition concerning his retirement from Carlo himself and what he proposed to do thereafter, that Carlo had finally accepted that he, his life’s partner, had never even considered throwing him over and leaving him for Bert, a handsomely attractive, well-muscled, sexually-dynamic, younger man, and had insisted on sharing his newly-found treasure with him.
After that first afternoon of sex together, Carlo had to agree with Alex that Bert was a consummately. efficient copulator, who, by the youthful vigour of his cock, put back that element of pizzazz into their joint, three-man love-making, It was, in fact Carlo, who capitulated totally to Bert’s undoubted charm, and, suggested that they should avail themselves of his services, at least twice a week, for the foreseeable future; to which suggestion, Bert was only too glad to comply.
The continued liaison with Bert provided Alex with a convenient solution to a problem, which had been bothering him, regarding his pending retirement; what to do to satisfy his own, increasingly sadistic streak? Alex was ashamed of his love of applying the cane to the arses of those of his clients, who wanted to feel the pain of the cane biting into the bare flesh of their buttocks, prior penetration by Alex’s ten, formidable inches of rock-hard man-meat. Bert provided a convenient solution to this problem, being one of those young men, who enjoyed the pain of the cane, prior to sex, Alex, tried, quite unsuccessfully, to assuage his conscience that Bert desperately wanted, albeit occasionally to feel the cane prior to sex – which was probably true – and that he was, therefore, doing Bert a favour, in acquiescing to his request.
But Alex knew deep down, in his heart of hearts, that he thoroughly enjoyed the sexual arousal he experienced, whenever he inflicted pain on anyone. And so, once a month, before their twice-weekly, joint three-man, sex sessions and before having hs own anal sphincters stretched by Bert’s eight-inch boner, Alex would oblige Bert by giving his arse six swingeing cuts of the cane, before going on to give him his first fuck, of what usually was the prelude to a three-man afternoon of uninhibited, vigorous sex. After a bumpy, start, Carlo had changed his tune, and now, enthusiastically espoused Bert’s arrival on the scene.
However, there remained one question which still troubled Alex; how to convince Carlo the Pleasure Dome concept was a good and financially viable idea. He had more or less decided to go ahead with both Pleasure Domes, based on a truly positive feedback from the gay community in Chicago; which, to a man, had read the articles written by Bert Hudson, appearing in the weekly magazines, Modern Man and Modern Woman. praising Alex’s his inventiveness, in recognizing a void in the market. He was as certain as anyone could be that both Pleasure Domes would be a success, based on the encouragingly, positive buzz he was receiving from the gay community in Chicago.
However, Alex had not foreseen the complete capitulation of Carlo’s resistance to his ideas for the future, when, a month after Bert’s arrival, Carlo said to him after an afternoon of vigorous sex among the three of them “You know, Alex, I have thought over the question of my opposition to your retirement and your future projects and I have changed my mind completely. The arrival of Bert, to which I initially objected, has brought a breath of fresh air to our sex-life together, which, as you said, had become almost an obligatory routine, akin to brushing one’s teeth, each night, before retiring to bed and then systematically, fucking each other. It has shown me that I have been a reactionary, old stick-in-the-mud, opposed, in principle, to any change whatsoever, without ever considering it on its merits. In short, I have been guilty of extreme shortsightedness.”
“You have been personally satisfied with your career to date, which has been very successful financially; and you have carried me with you, through thick and thin, for over 25 years. Reflecting on my negative attitudes, when you told me of your plans for the future, I now ask myself if I had the right to question your judgement and to stop you enjoying your good fortune by retiring and dedicating yourself to two new activities, in which your obviously see a great future. I am now ashamed of myself, for my negative attitude, which was motivated out of my undying love for you and fear that I might lose you to another man. However, I have seen that you were right to persuade me about Bert’s sex-drive, as a tonic to ginger up our own love-making, which, in retrospect, I agree, had become a matter of routine.”
“I realise now that I was motivated by my own self-interest in objecting to your proposed retirement and what you proposed to do to occupy the void in your daily routine created by your retirement. You have already proved me wrong in my pessimistic view on recruiting young studs to man your two new enterprises, for you will, apparently, have no difficulty in recruiting staff for your proposed Pleasure Domes. So, I withdraw my objections to your retirement and your new projects and welcome Bert occasionally into our fold.”
Alex listened to this mea-culpa speech from Carlo. Alex was relieved that his long-term lover had eventually got himself back on track and had seen the arrival of Bert, for what it was: an adjunct to, and not a replacement for, himself. He had finally seen the light and willingly accepted, as an improvement, Bert’s contribution of youthful vigour to their sex-life, which, since his arrival had taken on a new, rejuvenated air.
The one thing at Alex regretted was that he had not succeeded in convincing Carlo to resign his job at the gym and come in with him as joint owners of the Pleasure Dome Project. However, he was sufficiently sensitive to see that Carlo was too proud to accept charity. Their incomes and accumulated fortunes were wildly different. Carlo accepted that he was living in a prestigious part of Chicago, in a luxury apartment, owned outright by his partner, which he would never have been able to afford on his salary from the gym; but he had always insisted that he pay his share of the outgoings, which were considerable, and the food they ate.
Alex hoped, nevertheless that Carlo, would finally come round and drop his objections to his Pleasure Dome project and come in with him as an equal partner; but he knew full well that Carlo would never accept charity that his partner run the risk of losing his capital in a new venture, in which he had a 50% interest and to whom, therefore, 50% of the profit would be attributed. Alex exposed his problem to a lawyer, versed in Illinois company law, who came up with a limited liability, 50-50 partnership, with a declared capital of $1000, with the proviso, in the articles of incorporation, that the initial profit would accrue to the partner – in the present case, Alex – who had financed the venture. This structure, which the lawyer admitted was rare, in America but common in Europe, would permit Alex to withdraw his capital investment, once the new entity – registered as The Pleasure Dome Partnership Inc., a 50-50 partnership, with limited liability, in the names of Stanley Przewalsky and Carlo Brenner – was up and running profitably.
Alex did not discuss the plan to make Carlo his partner in The Pleasure Dome Partnership Inc., as he thought there was little hisd lover could object to, now that he planned to finance the new company with a loan from himself, which he intended to reimburse to himself out of the first profits of the enterprise. Alex’s thinking was that, as Carlo would not touch a penny-piece out of the enterprise until the business was up and running and was generating enough profit for him personally to withdraw his capital loan and pay for the day-to-day running expenses, he could not object to becoming a partner in a successful business, of which he was being handed a 50% share. Alex thought that if the business was unsuccessful as Carlo had predicted, he himself could stand the loss, which would be but as a flea-bite out of his personal fortune. He intended only to tell Carlo of his good fortune, if the Pleasure Domes were successful. Otherwise, he thought that he could stand to eat humble pie himself, whilst Carlo lamented justifiably: “I told you so.”
But the Pleasure Dome Partnership Inc. was not about to fail. Alex would not let it fail, as he believed wholeheartedly in the precepts of what he was intending to create: the first true advance on sex for money, since the creation of the first, traditional, female brothel, which is lost in the mists of time, so that no one now remembers when. No one could deny that Alex had been, a dedicated proponent of, and vigorous practitioner in, the gay-sex industry. In his mind, it was entirely appropriate that a small part of his fortune, should be directed to advancing new concepts in the sex industry, the prime source of his present wealth, and, in which he had been an active practitioner, as male-escort, during his entire adult life.
CHAPTER 11
As September 1st, the date scheduled for the opening of the two Pleasure Domes approached, there was much to be done. The final furnishing arrangements by the contractors remained to be completed and contracts had to be signed with each young stud, who would service the clients: 20 for the PDM and 10 for the PDL
Alex’s idea, for the two Pleasure Domes, was to create two anonymous, luxurious, spaces, in which rich, well-heeled clients, both male and female, would quickly realise that they could exercise their innermost, almost-unthinkable, erotic, sexual desires, with impunity. What passed between the client and the young stud, supplying the services in a Pleasure Dome, was as sacrosanct, as if in a confessional box to catholic priest. As far as sex was concerned nothing – absolutely nothing – was taboo. The young male studs, who supplied the large boners expected by most clients, both male and female, benefited enormously from the clients’ exotic desire, in that they, the staff, were called upon able to perform outrageous, over-the-top sexual acts with clients, which they themselves would have been too embarrassed to perform with their regular partner.
The two Pleasure Domes were an enormous success, from day of their opening, thanks, in no small measure, to a successive series of promotional articles, written by Bert Hudson, in the first week of September issues of both Modern Man and Modern Woman magazines. In these articles, he praised Alex, not by name, but as: “A leading male-escort,” for having identified a void in the market; the Pleasure Domes would effectively provide a solution, permitting gay males and heterosexual females to choose, for the first time ever, their sex-partner, for what he eloquently designated as:: “an effective solution to their hitherto unspoken and unfulfilled, sexual desires” Alex was delighted to receive such an accolade of free publicity leading up to the September launch of his pet project. He just hoped that the reality lived-up to the praise in the articles.
Bert waxed lyrical in his articles, which were published in every issue of the two magazines, for which he wrote, leading up to September launch of the Pleasure Domes. Here is an example of what he wrote.
“Traditional brothels, commercial organizations, hitherto staffed by female prostitutes, have, for many centuries, offered heterosexual men, desperate for sex, a means of satisfying their immediate desire, in exchange for payment. The two Pleasure Domes, the PDM, for gay-men and the PDL for heterosexual women, will, for the first time, provide an anonymous, commercial, level playing-field, for men and women alike, to choose visually, in complete confidentiality, from a line-up of naked, mouthwateringly, superb, young studs, a sexually-well-equipped, attractive, young male stud., immediately available, and eager to satisfy his client’’s –- gay-male or female – most outlandish, erotic wishes. I predict a great demand for the services offered by both Pleasure Domes.”
Finally, the fatidic date arrived and everything was ready for the grand opening. Alex had decided that the opening should be worthy of the work he had personally lavished on the furnishing appointments of the two Pleasure Domes; that the opening should really be an event to remember. Free champagne – Dom Perignon, no less – would flow like water, to greet the first clients and would be served to them by sexually well-endowed, muscular, very young studs, all naked, to create the ambiance of the place, in which total nudity prevailed. Complete nudity was the key criterion in the choice of a partner for the evening; the client really saw what he or she was getting.
Thanks, basically, to the articles written by Bert Hudson, the launch of both Pleasure Domes was an immediate success. Alex could not believe the number of clients, both male and female, literally clamouring for the services, which he had predicted would be the next step in the sexual awareness in the general public; they must accept that sex was what made the world what it is today and to legislate against it, was futile. Alex could settle back, much satisfied in his belief that, as an active gay-man himself, he had given a degree of equality to the female sex, to choose their sex partner; and that for married women, he had offered the first accessible means for them to philander and satisfy their sexual needs, in much the same way as had always been available to men via that conventional brothel.
Within six months of that September opening day, Alex had recouped his entire capital outlay. He was able to tell Carlo Brenner that he owned 50% of a sex-company, called the Pleasure Dome Partnership Inc., which was up and running and, moreover, profitable; and that not one single cent of the upfront capital he had advanced to start the company remained to be reimbursed him. Under these changed circumstances, Alex was able finally to persuade Carlo, the long-term love his life, to resign his post of General Manager at the gym, where he had worked since leaving school 27 years ago. Alex had to use the argument that, on his death, Carlo would be the sole beneficiary of his Will and would, anyway, inherit his entire estate. “Why not enjoy your good fortune now, whilst I am alive and can share in your enjoyment.”
To conclude this imaginary story, Bert Hudson found the love of his life among the various candidates for post wirhPDM, a young guy named Edward (Eddie) Proud. Bert and Eddie became regular, active visitors to Alex’s and Carlo’s apartment, where they added a spark of youth to what had, quite frankly, become a nightly sex-routine Men never seem to tire of having regular sex, no matter how old they become.
THE END