The first thing I did was to sell our — now my — huge condominium apartment with the lake view; it was just too big for any needs I could ever see myself having; and anyway I hated its rather sterile edge-of-town location; and as for the view of Lake Michigan; well you already know my views on that! And so, wanting to be more at the heart of things, I rented a spacious top floor apartment with two beds and two baths and a roof terrace in that triangle formed by Lakeshore Drive and North Michigan Avenue just above The Loop. Having done that, I desperately needed to get my sex-life organised again and up and running so to speak. The few contacts I had made I had left in South Bend when I dropped out of college there and so I found myself more or less back to square one in the fucking stakes, a situation which I could not allow to continue for long. I knew hardly anyone at all in Chicago anymore, due to my prolonged, forced absence at school in England; so I asked around in various bars and located a private up-market gym, with what was generally considered a swinging reputation. And it is true for after a couple of weeks when the regulars had seen in the showers what I had to offer, I was invited into that holy-of-holies, the naked work-out room, where well developed young studs like me flaunted their wares.
CHAPTER 9
It was there at the gym that I met Miguel Gonzalez, a totally assimilated Mexican immigrant, who worked in the art department of an advertising agency. Miguel was one of the handsomest guys I had ever seen in my life. Like many all mixed race people from Latin America, his skin was an exquisite, light-tan colour and stretched flawlessly without a blemish over a superb set of muscles; it completely blew me away. We first saw each other one evening late in the showers; we were alone together shortly before the gym closed for the night. We were both about the same height, just over six feet tall, and had very similar, muscular physiques; but most importantly, we were both very well endowed where it really counts in that we both had what by any standard had to be considered as exceptional cocks: exceptional in two ways; they were big: some seven inches in length when soft and beautifully cut to show off our respective heads and rims; but additionally we both had the luck to be endowed with rubbery meat, which looked good even when soft and hanging here over our balls. I tried to imagine what Miguel would look like when he was hard and raring to go. I felt sure that he was as gay as I was, for he had one earring, one nipple ring and had had all his pubic hair removed to display his man-meat to its maximum advantage; this he had adorned with a single gold cock-ring of the type which fits over the root of both cock and scrotum; I was utterly entranced by what I saw; here was a man who was proud of his body and endowments and obviously was not ashamed to make the best of them.
I think that it was looking at Miguel that evening when I first realised that I was only attracted to exceptional looking young studs who displayed the same characteristics as I had myself: good muscles and a big attractive-looking penis. So we sort of introduced ourselves, naked as we were under the running water. I saw that my shower companion’s eyes were focused on the same part of my anatomy as mine were on his; in a word we were both clearly fascinated by the other’s sexual credentials. Couple this key attraction with the fact that I was completely smitten by the beauty of Miguel’s physique and you can well see why I did not want things to end there; I just knew for the moment I met him that I wanted things to go on from there — and quickly, if not sooner; not to mince words, I knew that I wanted to have sex with this guy, for he was a very attractive, fuckable hunk; I just prayed that the feeling was mutual. So encouraged by the keen visual interest Miguel was obviously taking in my cock, I took the initiative as we were dressing and said: “I don’t know about you, but I’m really ravenous after my work-out tonight; Fancy going somewhere and getting a bite to eat?” To my utter joy, he took up my suggestion without any hesitation and few minutes later found us in a pizza parlour, just a few doors away from the gym. And so we talked as strangers do and conducted that choreography of words aimed at learning as much about one’s companion as one could. And it was only then that we exchanged names: Miguel Gonzalez and Andrew Stevens; I told him to call me Andy.
Our meal finished, I said to Miguel: “Look, I live not far from here; want to some back for a drink to my place?” And then that worn-out cliché of a phrase which nevertheless says it all: “We can get to know one another a bit better.” We walked back to the block where I lived; it was a portered block and the doorman who I am sure was also gay said good evening and gave me a long knowing look which said it all.
“You really do have a great place here,” said Miguel as I motioned to him to sit down and told him to make himself comfortable while I went to the kitchen to fetch some beer. When I returned bearing the beer a couple of minutes later, to my great surprise and equally great delight, I found my guest standing there totally naked and sporting the most attractive of erections I had ever seen in my life. It was almost as if he was posing for an erotic portrait; or even better: a sculpture in marble. As I re-entered the room, his cock, which by its sheer majesty totally dominated his figure and was clearly in charge of the situation, had risen and adopted that perfect, self-supporting position at 45 degrees to his stomach and was ready for action. I don’t know whether he thought I should have been embarrassed by his behaviour but I was most certainly not. In fact, I could barely wait until I felt his rock-hard monument inside me.
“I took you at your word.” he said, as he advanced towards me in all his gorgeous nudity. Then to my utter surprise he came right up to me, put his arms around my shoulders and kissed me full on the mouth. “Look here, I don’t believe in wasting valuable fucking time. So let’s just cut to the chase; put the drinks down and get your clothes off and let’s just get on with it; we both know what we want to fuck each other senseless; so why are we wasting time?” I had never ever in my many encounters with other guys met anyone who was quite so direct and who, in one brief sentence had summed up what he saw as the end-game of our meeting: to fuck each other; and of course he was dead right. And so I did as he suggested and, for the second time that evening, revealed to him yet again my all; and I am happy to say to say that my cock, with that mind of its own which the male sex-organ has, had decided to play ball and had sprung to rigid attention; it was every bit as ready to perform its duty as was his. So there we stood looking at each other; two — and I include myself here, with no false modesty as I count myself a pretty good specimen of young masculinity — muscular, young males with rigid, flagpole-straight male-meat, just raring to go.
There was a brief pause during which Miguel sized up what was now on offer, whilst I did nothing other than stand there. It was my apartment but he had led the way and so I thought it only right that he should be the master of ceremonies. He was as decisive in his next move as he had been so far as he pushed me onto my back on the living room table, pulled me forward so that my arse was more or less on the edge with my legs now hanging down towards before saying: “OK now I always practise safe sex, even with guys I know; so I always use a condom and lots of lube so that we both get a good and comfortable fuck.” He then left me there whilst he fished around in the back pocket of his discarded trousers and produced two flat packs of Fukit brand condoms each contain two rubbers and two sachets of lubricant. He tossed one of the packs onto the table, opened the other and handed me one of the rubbers and said: “Why don’t you put this on now, as my guess is that when we cum, you will produce a hell of a lot of juice which can make an awful mess of your place; so roll on the rubber and let’s catch it when it comes.”
This sounded like very good sense to me and I did as he had suggested and watched him as he rolled the other rubber onto his own cock which he then anointed liberally with the lube from the sachet; he then came across to me and asked me to put my feet on the edge of the table to gain access to my anus so that he could give my hole a dose of the same lubricant. I was very impressed by the methodical way he did things, in spite of the fact that we were obviously both raring to go; but I much appreciated the care he was taking with the preparation for our ultimate union and he clearly knew exactly what he was doing. Once he was satisfied with his efforts so far, he now came and lifted my legs over his shoulders, thereby spreading my buns and giving him clear access to my hole, before pushing the tip of his rubber clad cock against my anal sphincter. I did not even attempt to resist him as I wanted as much as he did to feel his magnificent piece of fuck-meat inside of me. Once he had got his cock-head inside me and my anal muscles were gripping his hard shaft directly beneath his magnificently defined cock-head, he then very firmly and in one long, slow and very satisfying movement gave me the full length of his cock, finally bottoming his pelvis against my arse. “You OK?” he asked, as he paused for a few seconds before going on to give me one of the greatest fucks I had ever had,
Some guys say that size does not matter, but believe me, when you feel a really big, hard penis deep inside you, filling out your passage, it is a sublime sensation. In spite of his huge size and obvious desire to fuck me, Miguel was as considerate in this as he had been in his meticulous preparation prior to penetration. He did not indulge at all in that frenetic pumping one so often sees in porn-videos of guys indulging in gay sex. Miguel’s technique was to make use of the entire length of his tool the whole time; and believe me when it came to it, length was not in short supply, as he must have approached ten inches now that he was completely hard. With each stroke he almost, but not quite, withdrew himself completely before thrusting himself to his full depth inside me yet again. This is not to say that Miguel was in any way inhibited in what the was doing for he quickly proved himself a master in the oft not-so-gentle art of copulation; he gradually increased his power and the speed of his delivery as he himself became ever more erotically aroused, moving on towards his climax. Frankly, although I had been fucked dozens of times both by my first lover, Clive Garrard at Frogmore and subsequently by various guys with whom I had had sex, I had never before experienced anything quite like Miguel’s delivery; and I just sensed that due to his efforts we were going to reach that moment of perfection where we both achieved orgasm together. And when that exquisite moment arrived — why does it always have to be so very brief? — I had, thanks to him, the greatest orgasm I had ever had in my life. There was no doubt about it, Miguel was a real pro when it came to handling his cock; he was, for me, absolutely the nec plus ultra of anal-sex operators: totally unequalled and I guessed unbeatable. And he had been right about my wearing a condom even though I was playing the role of bottom in our first coupling; I produced the largest emission of sperm I had ever done, thanks entirely to his extraordinary technique.
We lay together in post-coital bliss. I was still rock-hard and Miguel lay there on top of me with his man-meat still deep inside me and like that we lay there together recovering from the exertions of our first coupling. With Miguel on top of me, I absolutely rejoiced in feeling his muscular body pressed firmly against mine. And so we lay together, luxuriating in the mutual feel of our bodies in contact until suddenly, after about ten minutes rest, Miguel suddenly withdrew himself from me, got up and pulled me up from where I had been lying on my back. He said nothing as he swung me up from my back and left me sitting on the edge of the table. He reached across the table and retrieved the second packet of Fukits, tore it open and handed me a fresh rubber indicating that I should roll it onto my cock. I pulled off the first rubber which was now bulging with my copious emission, tied a knot in it and rolled on my second condom of the evening. He did the same and then swung me around and force me face down onto the table telling me to spread my legs; I then felt him applying a second dose of lubricant to my hole, before a few seconds later he again thrust himself into me from the rear.
I won’t dwell on the details of Miguel’s second performance of the evening, save to say that it was just as great as what he had just delivered to me in the mission position. Miguel was without any doubt at all, one of the greatest cocks-men ever. He just knew how to use his magnificent endowment both to his own advantage and to his partner’s pleasure. He again brought both of us to intense, simultaneous orgasms, accompanied with equally huge emissions of sperm the like of which I had never before experienced. It truly was my most memorable sexual encounter to date: an occasion to remember. I would happily have allowed him to fuck me yet again if he had so wished, but he had other plans.
“Up get Andy; come on stir yourself; you cannot expect to loll around all night when you have work to do. You have had the pleasure — at least I hope it was a pleasure — of enjoying my efforts so far and it’s now up to you to do your part. Sex for me is a give-and-take business and I have so far given and you have taken; so I now want you to give and let me take.” So there it was; he could have not have been clearer. But I was, of course, only too happy to oblige, for the thought of fucking such a gorgeous hunk was something most guys only every dreamed of. Remember that it was he who had taken the initiative and I had gone along with it. But I was no shrinking violet myself and now that the boot was on the other foot, I intended to show Miguel that I had a delivery service at least equal to his. It was not only that I wanted to show him that knew how to handle my own meat, but I desperately wanted to develop an ongoing relationship with him and not allow our first coupling to become just another one-night-stand.
“Miguel, you really are a terrific cocks-man, the likes of whom I have, quite frankly, hitherto never experienced. Now let me try to show you that I can live up to your high standards as I play the role of top. Now I think after your energetic performance, something a little gentler might be in order to end this first evening together; so if you would like to move with me next door, we can continue our communing in the comfort of my bed.” I took him by the shoulder and led him into my bedroom where I pushed him gently onto his back on my bed. Then taking a leaf out of his book, I prepared him for penetration in the same way as he had done for me. I opened the drawer of my bedside table where I kept a good supply of condoms and lubricants, handed him a rubber and rolled one onto my own cock; then following his lead, I meticulously lubricated his hole before anointing my own erection with the same lubricant. By then ready and eager as I was by then to fuck him, I spread his legs and asked him to bend his knees before penetrating him, as he had done me, in one long smooth movement. I then gave him what I think was a really good return fuck in the mission position.
I can say with some pride that my performance was at least the equal of his and that thanks to my own considerable endowment I was able to give him a truly monumental fuck. Miguel moaned with pleasure as I progressively increased both the strength and speed of my strokes and he urged me not to stop; when we finally reached a climax, again together as I had held back until I could seen that he that he was about to explode and shoot his load, we each had an unbelievably intense orgasm; for me the longest I had ever experienced. This time it was I who lay on top of him and in that position we must have both fallen asleep for the next thing I knew was that it was six next morning and I was in bed with this this gorgeously beautiful, tan-coloured stud asleep at my side. He suddenly awoke and turned, saw me and said: “That Andrew was one hell of a time we had together last night.”
That is how my friendship and sexual relationship with Miguel Gonzalez began. We saw each other regularly in the gym and our sex life became unbelievably active as we each lusted after the other. In many ways it looked like the perfect partnership; but I think that we both saw that it was just sheer, carnal lust which brought us together. We both had exceptional bodies and sexual equipment and few other guys were capable of delivering such intense and punchy sex as we two were; but that beyond that, spiritually, something was lacking. But anyway we both enjoyed what we did together and we made hay whilst he sun was shining; and why not as we both enjoyed having sex together, which I confess we had to distraction.
CHAPTER 10
But it was this liaison with Miguel which ultimately led me to being what I am today: a Male Escort. He and I had always agreed that we did not own each other and that we were free to have sex with other guys which we both, in fact, did. But Miguel, as my principal partner, who was was always one for an adventure, suggested that we go out together cruising one evening and see if we could pick up a third guy for a one night, three man stand. “It would be a bit of fun and something different,” was the way he put it. When I say cruising I use the word metaphorically as neither of us had a car at that time — I couldn’t even drive; but Miguel, ever the animator, suggested that we go to what was considered the top, gay-pick-up bar in town, which was located in the Howard House Hotel, a small, private owned hotel which was not far from where I actually lived. How I was unaware of this place I do not know; well anyway, one evening along we went and installed ourselves in the bar, which was a very upmarket place.
Miguel told me that this hotel attracted out-of-town businessmen who preferred the intimacy of this smaller place to the modern chain hotels downtown. According to him there were lots of young businessmen, foot-loose and fancy free away from their homes and wives during the week, who welcomed a little sexual adventure when away from home. It was a sort of a reverse of the old adage: when the cat’s away the mice will play. Anyway according to Miguel, there were lots of regular men who liked what was usually called anal stimulation: getting their arse fucked by another man, as this was a service as that their wives could not provide. Just how Miguel knew all this I have no idea.
I got the clear impression that this was not the first time that Miguel had been in this place as he seemed to know the principal bar tender, a guy whom he called Pete. Pete motioned with his head to a youngish guy at the other end of the bar and sure enough a few minutes later this fellow approached us. Now dressed as we were, it was fairly clear that he was talking to a pair of gays. Anyway, he offered to buy us a drink before coming quickly to the point. So a few minutes later we found ourselves stripped naked in his room enjoying and evening à trois together. As Miguel had predicted what his man really wanted was to have his arse reamed by a good sized cock and the two of us of course, obliged him.
Well that first visit led to others and we always found ourselves a partner for a one night stand and always with someone who was staying at the hotel. As I lived not far away and as I really enjoyed playing the field, I took to going to the Howard House Bar by myself where I usually found an agreeable partner for the evening. And all too often as Miguel had said, the guy in question really wanted nothing more than a little anal sex from me. But I did not mind as I really loved fucking butt. But what these visits brought home to me was the number of men, both straight and gay, who were looking for an occasional partner; and most of the guys I fucked in my visits there were, in fact, straight and just wanted a little anal sex: something their wives could not give them.