“Ken, I’m going to level with you so please don’t be offended by what I say. We had a great time together that first evening and you really do know which end is up when it comes to sex, as tonight has again shown; but quite honestly, much though I liked you at first sight and I enjoyed more than I can tell you what we did together that first time, I felt that you and I would not get along in the longer term as you were much deeper into really hard-core raw sex than I could ever be. Quite honestly, Ken, I enjoyed that club experience just once; but it could never be part of my regular scene; and so I felt it was better to let things rest at that; so I allowed what was a potential friendship to pass by. But you could have phoned me if you wanted as you had my number on the cards you printed for me. But Ken, don’t get me wrong as I do really enjoy having sex with you; you really are the tops.” I had no idea how Ken would react to what I had just told him.
“Well Jeremy, thanks for coming clean to me. Look I fully take your point; in fact, I decided after that night at the club that it was just too way-out even for me; so believe me or believe me not, that was the last time I ever went there. You are quite right; it is a place for guys who are really very deeply into the hardest of hard-core gay sex. You knew immediately that it was not for you and I too also realised shortly afterwards that it was not for me either.”
In a way, I sort of heaved an internal sigh of relief about Ken’s epiphany as I found the guy just so physically attractive I could barely keep my hand off him. So after that evening for quite a few months, we met in a restaurant after he had shut up shop for the day and then we went back to his place for an evening of sex. For my sins, and I really felt awful about it; Ken gradually displaced Miguel as my closest sex partner. I still had sex regularly with Miguel but neither Ken nor I could get enough of each other; we were simply in another league when we were together. Ken knew nothing at all about me other than what was on my visiting card: my fictitious name Jeremy and my phone number but nothing more; he had no idea — none at all — that I was stinking rich with no need to work for a living and that I did my Male Escort job because I enjoyed it and not for the money in brought in; though that, by the way, had become quite considerable. But as time went on, I knew that I had fallen in love with Kenneth Best; but in the event it was he who declared his feeling for me first. We always met in cheap restaurant somewhere before going to his place to indulge our passion for each other in an orgy of sexual gratification. And as time went by, I more and more frequently stayed on and slept with him in his bed, exhausted by our sexual athletics. On one of those occasions, lying next to him in bed after an evening of very satisfying copulation, Ken turned to me in bed, kissed me and said: “You do know that I love you Jeremy, don’t you? Jeremy I have never ever before fallen in love with any guy but I have fallen in love with you, I just adore you; you do know that; don’t you? Actually I think you do. But the question is how you feel about me. I know I’m not the only one you see; but how do you feel about me?”
Well of course, I was over the moon to find that this superbly handsome, young stud was head over heels in love with me and I could but admit to him that the feeling was mutual. And that is how I found the love of my life: the man whom I had discarded and whom I had, quite by chance found again. As we lay there in bed, exhausted as we were by our earlier efforts, we nevertheless each found enough strength to consummate our mutual declaration of love in what proved to be a wonderfully soft and gentle hour of truly loving sex. Yes, of course we fucked each other, but in doing so we were actually making true love for the first time. It was an incredible moment for me — and I suppose also for Ken — as that feeling of utter contentment diffused through me: I was no longer alone in life. Before we finally fell asleep, Ken said to me: “Jeremy now that we know where we stand, I want you to move in here permanently so that we can live together as an item.”
Just reflect on the situation for a moment; Ken knew nothing about me beyond my name, Jeremy, my phone number and what I did for a living. He had no idea even of what my surname was or where I lived or that his partner in life was a multi-millionaire; and yet this young man, with practically nothing other than his small printing business was inviting me to come and share his life in a small apartment he rented. Next morning as Ken prepared to leave for work and open up his shop for the day, I said to him: “Ken, in the light of our changed circumstances since last night, there are certain things you need to know about me. So this morning, please take time off, as I have to talk turkey with you and straighten you out about me. Heavens above man, you don’t even know my surname; and you are inviting a Male Escort, a man who fucks other men for money, to come and live with you.”
“Well what does it matter that you earn your living by fucking other men? It’s just a job like any other; and anyway, I knew that from the start. Remember Jeremy that it was I who printed your business cards and indeed it was the fact that you were a Male Escort that got us started together in the first place. And as for your name; well it’s just a name; who cares; I certainly don’t; I’m not in love with a name and I am not in love with a Male Escort neither of which have I asked to come and share my life with me. It’s you Jeremy, my lover and dearest friend, with whom I want to spend my life.”
Having listened to this outpouring I think that Ken feared I was going to pull out of what we had agreed in bed last night. “Ken, listen to me, there are things you just have to know about me now that we are going to live together; things are not quite what they seem and you really have to know the truth about me; so please just calm down and let’s talk. I am not going to move in with you here, as I have a much better idea, which I will show you if you will let me. So come on Ken, let’s go and for a start, I’ll show you where I actually live.” In fact my apartment was not all that far from where Ken lived and when we arrived there, the porter on the desk said: “Good morning Mr. Stevens; how are you today?”
I turned to Ken and said: “Well there you are Ken, at least now you know my name: it’s Stevens; in fact it is Andrew David Stevens; Jeremy is just my professional name: the one by which you and my clients know me.” We took the elevator to the top floor where my apartment was located and I opened the door and ushered Ken inside. He was gob-smacked by the size and luxurious furnishings of the place.
“Jeremy, or should I now call you Andrew; you mean this is the place where you really live. Gee man this is something else; it’s quite magnificent. And you mean that you can afford this on your earnings as a Male Escort; if so, I’m clearly in the wrong business completely.”
“No Ken, I cannot afford this on my earnings as a sex worker, for let’s face it, that is what I really am; and that’s why I wanted you to see this place and let me explain my position as you know nothing much about me. You see, Ken, by chance you have fallen in love with a very rich man, who has also fallen for you. Look I inherited two large fortunes: one from my grandparents in England when they died a few years ago and then another from my father when he died unexpectedly aged only forty-eight. So you see, I don’t actually need to work to keep the wolf from the door; not now or ever; I just do the Male Escort thing as I enjoy it; nothing more nothing less. So you see Ken, it is I who want you to come and shack up with me here; and Ken, if you don’t like the idea of my continuing with the escorting business, selling sex to other men for an exorbitant fee, then I can stop as of right now; I don’t need the money to live on. But come on and I’ll show you around and you’ll see what a great place this is. And in addition the place comes with a huge, totally private, roof terrace where I have installed a shower so that in warm weather we can fuck under the stars. Ken I think you’ll love it here.”
“But you can’t expect me to move in with you into a place like this; I could never afford to pay my share of the rent and I don’t want to think that I am being kept.”
“Ken, stop talking a load of hogwash. Last night when you knew nothing of my circumstances other than that I was a Male Escort, you wanted me to move in with you and you never even gave the first thought as to what my contribution to your place would be; your sole motivation was that you and I should live and sleep together and fuck each other; you never even gave a thought to what I could contribute other than my presence as a permanent fixture in your life; so where’s the difference? We are both totally in love with each other and want to live together and the fact that I have got more cash than you is incidental. It does mean that we can live a more comfortable life together; but then what is cash for but to spend? And I can tell you I have enough loot for both of us. But there is no reason to change our life styles; you can go on with your printing business and pay part of the rent if it makes you feel better and we can split the other running costs too if that is what you want; and if you do not object, I can go on with my escorting, which I frankly enjoy and which, believe me, is very lucrative. So apart from a change of address for you, nothing need change.”
I finally talked Ken around and convinced him that by moving in with me he would not be sponging on me as he had known nothing of my wealth when we first met. Finally I took Ken by the hand and led him into one of the bedrooms, where I said to him: “So as we are now agreed that you will give up your present apartment and move in here, let’s seal our agreement in a way which will please us both. Get stripped Ken, lie on your back on the bed I’ll give you the best fuck of your life to close the deal and to welcome you into my life.” And of course, once we got started, there was no stopping us and we spent the whole morning in my bed, fucking each other like rabbits. We were both completely and utterly in love with each other and we had never been happier in our lives.
Neither Ken nor I had been monogamous before our mutual declaration of love for each other; we both had had other partners before we actually met and such relationships had continued. But now that we had decided to live together, we promised each other that we would henceforth remain strictly faithful to the other; it was almost as if we had taken the marriage vow: forsaking all others keep you only unto him. But what we also agreed was that my Male Escort business, which inevitably involved sex with third party men, would not be included in this declaration of fidelity which was basically intended to protect our status as an item. As you might well imagine, in love with each other as we were, it would be intolerable for either of us to find that his life’s partner was having it off on the side with other guys. In fact, there was no difference in our mutual attitudes to having sex with others.
Believe me, gay relationships are just as subject to jealousy provoked by one partner philandering as are normal heterosexual marriages. So we also agreed that we would not cut off sexual relationships with other men, provided that we entered into them together as an item; neither of us wanted to live totally isolated from other friends. Inevitably practically all our friends were gay and if we got together then sex was more or less inevitable; but we both agreed that if we found ourselves at a gay gathering where sex took place, then we could participate in the general exchange of partners which usually occur on such occasions. At the end of the day we both accepted that we were a pair of swingers and that although we were an item and devoted to each other, we did not wish totally to cut ourselves off from the gay sex scene of which we were both part.
For me, the hardest thing I had to do was to tell Miguel, who was my oldest and dearest friend, and sex partner and had become a sort of father confessor figure to me, that our hitherto intimacy would have to cease. He and I had enjoyed a long and mutually satisfying sexual relationship and I trembled inwardly at the thought of what I had to tell him. I think we had both known for a long time the unspoken fact that our relationship was founded basically on lust; the desire of the one for the other, but not based on any true love. We both knew that good friends though we were, enjoying each other’s body and sexual abilities, we were never going to be lifetime partners; we were never going to be an item in the way Ken and I had become. Miguel, who, in spite of his youth, was a wise old owl, had realised that our relationship would never be more than it had been so far: two guys who liked each other and liked to have sex together; and it was this mutual understanding of our relationship that softened the blow when I told Miguel that Ken and I were an item.
And let me just say that Miguel was a true gentleman and accepted the fact gracefully and congratulated me that I had been lucky enough to find the love of my life. “I always knew that you and I would have to part one day. I only hope that I will have the same luck you have had and find the right guy for myself. But how will I know?”
“Oh Miguel, when the right guy for you turns up you’ll know all right; it will hit you like a ton of bricks. Now come on let’s just get together for one last time before I withdraw from the scene.” And as you might have expected, we spent the next two hours or so in multiple acts of intense copulation. It was with greatest regret that I left Miguel’s place for that last time.
Later that week, Ken left his apartment and moved in with me; it was an easy move as he had rented the place where he lived fully furnished and so he only had his clothes and personal effects to move, which we did in a taxi as neither of us had a car. Thus began our life together and I think I can say that we were extremely happy. Of course for the first few weeks, we fucked ourselves silly as I suspect most newly-weds do; but as we became more comfortable living and sleeping together, our sexual desires calmed themselves somewhat and the deep appreciation of the joy of sharing one’s existence with someone one loved came more and more to the fore.
And to conclude his account of my early life, Ken suggested that we hold a reception for a few close friends which seemed like a good idea. So I hired a caterer to put on a buffet, bought loads of champagne and we invited our closest friends from both sides, all of whom had been sex partners. Given that the party was being thrown by a pair of swingers who had just got together and that the entire company was gay, it was inevitable that he whole occasion would turn into one great fuck-fest. And that is exactly the the right word to describe what happened as we all quickly stripped off and split into groups to enjoyed the cock-related gymnastics which characterise such occasions, when uninhibited gays get together. We had an absolute ball and Miguel, who was, of course there had sex with both Ken and me; I felt he knew that I had not completely abandoned him. So our life as a devoted pair got off to a flying start. Everyone got the message that we were still very much in the gay circuit, but as a couple. As far as Ken and I were concerned, our lives as individual gay swingers were over.
THE END