by Wolfe, Sean
“Thanks for the boost of confidence. I’m tired, that’s all. I just got back from a quick trip to New York.”
“Mmm hmm,” she said, as she blew into her cup of chai. “It’s always a quick trip somewhere. New York, LA, Chicago, Rio, London. The list just goes on and on and on. It never stops with you. You’re running yourself into the ground.”
“I’m staying busy,” Mykel said, and swallowed half a chocolate croissant in one bite. “That’s a good thing. A very good thing. I’m still in high demand. In fact, I’m having to turn some gigs down. I only have a few more years before I won’t be able to say that anymore, so I am taking advantage of it now.”
“Whatever. You’re twenty-seven years old and fucking gorgeous. You don’t look a day over 20, and you have the body of a fucking god. You’re going to look hot forever, and I hate you for it. Besides all that, you have more money than God. You could stop hustling right now and live like a king forever.”
“Okay, you’re hitting all my buttons today, bitch. I won’t look hot forever. I have three good years left in me. Four at the most. But I love you for saying that. And I don’t have more money than God. He’s still a few million ahead of me, and I won’t be happy until I at least catch up.”
“You’re by far the richest guy I know,” Laura said, and picked at the chocolate from the last half of Mykel’s croissant. “And I know quite a few rich fuckers.”
“And I do not hustle. I’m an escort and I provide a very expensive service that is worth every penny. Hustlers walk the streets, baby, and I definitely do not walk the streets.”
“Semantics,” Laura said, and waved the waiter over for another cup of chai. “My point is, that as gorgeous as you naturally are, you look like shit today. You’re not taking care of yourself.”
“I am too. I’m spending the entire afternoon at the spa. Facial, mani and pedi, massage ... the works.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. You’re not taking care of your heart, honey.”
“Oh Christ, not that shit again.”
“I’m serious. You never need to work again. You can retire and travel the world if you want.”
“It’s not about the money, sweetie, and you know it. Daddy dearest left me quite comfortable when he croaked. But even before I inherited all his millions, I’d already made and saved a couple of mil myself.”
“Seriously?” she asked, looking in shock over the top of her cup. “A couple of million just from fucking?”
Mykel smiled, and tossed the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth. “I’m very good,” he mumbled through a mouthful of pastry.
“Wow! But, see, that just proves my point. You don’t need the money. Why do you keep doing it? Why not relax and take care of yourself and enjoy life?”
“I’m a philanthropist.”
“You’re full of shit, that’s what you are.”
“I’m serious. I love sex, and I’m good at it, and guys pay me crazy amounts of money to fuck them. I don’t keep any of it. Not a cent. Everything I make, I donate to charities.”
“Shut up!”
Mykel laughed. “I’m not lying. I have four charities that I am very generous with. I live off my inheritance and my investments. Everything I make from my escorting services goes to the charities.”
“But why not just donate it outright? Why bother with the hust ... the escorting services at all?”
“I get bored easily,” Mykel said flippantly. “It’s a nice distraction. I love sex anyway, and if I can get guys to pay me good money that I then turn around and donate, then why not? It keeps me off the streets and I get to travel and see the all the most exotic places on earth. It’s the best of all worlds, really.”
Laura just stared at her friend for a moment, and then raised her eyebrows. “But how are you going to find a boyfriend if you’re off slutting around the globe?”
Mykel rolled his eyes. “Are we really gonna revisit that page? You know I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I don’t want one.”
“Who doesn’t want a boyfriend?”
“Me!”
“Everyone wants a boyfriend, darling. Even you, underneath that tough exterior. You’re just afraid of committing yourself to someone and letting yourself love them. And it’s no wonder, with the fucked-up role model your parents gave you. But you know that not all relationships are like that.”
“You’re forgetting about Alex.”
“No, I’m not. I’m intentionally ignoring him. He was after only one thing. Okay, well two. Your huge cock and your huge bank account. He was definitely bad news. But no one gets it right the first time around. You just gotta keep putting yourself out there, and make yourself available for love.”
“No, I don’t. I can keep fucking as many men as I want, whether it’s for pay or not. And then I can send them home.”
“Like you sent Victor home?”
Mykel looked up at her with searing eyes. “That’s not fair. We agreed not to bring him up.”
“Yeah, well, I changed the rules. He’s a really good man, and all he wants is to settle down with you. Build a life together. Have a healthy relationship with you.”
“I don’t need the mess of a relationship, and I don’t want it, either.”
“Mykel Orlando Christian, you know that is not true. You have way too much love in that big heart of yours not to want to share it with someone. You’re just giving up on yourself, and I won’t allow that to happen.”
“Apparently,” Mykel said, as he signed the charge tab and stood up to leave. “And I love you for it.” He kissed Laura on the forehead, and opened the door for her, allowing her continued rants to be lost in the fresh breeze as they walked outside and headed for the spa.
When he got home after the spa treatment, he had six voicemails. One was from Laura, thanking him for the full day of pampering. Four were from clients, requesting dates with him. He knew immediately that he would turn down three of them. But the guy from Rio was special. He’d worked with the guy and his boyfriend four or five times, and each occasion was better than the previous. They flew him out to Rio first class for a full week, put him up in a luxury hotel right on the beach, took care of all his expenses, and only asked that he fuck around with them two or three times while he was there. All of that, and a check for ten thousand dollars made it pretty hard for Mykel to say no to them. He made a mental note to call them the next morning to make the travel arrangements.
But the last call was from Victor, and that was the call that kept him awake right now, lying naked in bed and staring at the ceiling. Their last conversation had been almost a month ago, and as much as Mykel tried to convince himself that he was okay with that, and that he didn’t miss Victor, he knew it was a lie. His cock began to harden at the thought of Victor’s face, and his voice, and his laughter. He rolled over onto his stomach, to smother the impending erection, and quickly found himself falling asleep.
“That was amazing, you know,” Victor said through a smile as he spooned himself against Mykel’s frontside. They’d just made love and were lying in Mykel’s king-sized bed.
“Thank you,” Mykel said, and kissed Victor on the neck. “I do aim to please.”
“Hey, I’m not one of your clients.”
“No, you’re not. And you’d better be glad, or you’d be bankrupt by now.”
Victor laughed, and snuggled closer against Mykel’s body. This was their seventh or eighth time together, and he was already more comfortable with Mykel than he’d been with his last two lovers, each of whom he’d lived with for a couple of years. There was something special about Mykel, and he’d felt it from the very beginning.
They met at a party that Victor’s best friend was hosting. Victor had noticed Mykel the moment he walked in the door, as had everyone else. Mykel had a way of commanding a room like that. But Victor was shy, and certainly not in this guy’s league, and so he kept his distance. But Mykel did not. No more than fifteen minutes after he’d
arrived, he walked up to Victor and staked his claim. His eyes never left Victor’s. He never allowed the conversation to drift away from the subject of Victor. He made sure Victor’s glass was never empty. And at the end of the night, he invited Victor to go home with him.
“What was it about me that night that made you come and talk with me?” Victor asked, as he tried to hold back a yawn. “You obviously weren’t looking for a new client. You never asked me for money, and didn’t even tell me you were a call boy until our next date. So what was it?”
“It was this ass,” Mykel said, as he reached down and grabbed one cheek in his hand. “It was the hottest ass in the room, and I wanted it.” It was right on the tip of his tongue to tell Victor the truth: that the second he looked into Victor’s eyes, his heart quivered in his chest; that when Victor smiled and his dimples popped up on his cheeks, he, Mykel wanted to dive in and get lost in them; and that when Victor walked past him and Mykel smelled his sweet scent, he thought he’d die if he didn’t have that man. It was right there on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t say it.
“That’s it?” Victor asked, and turned around to look into Mykel’s eyes. “I had a nice ass and you just wanted to fuck me?”
Mykel looked into Victor’s face, and noticed how the moonlight from the window made his blond hair shine. He could see those big blue eyes, and those long, thick eyelashes, and those beautiful pink lips that were trying to part into a smile, but weren’t quite successful. He thought he was going to say the right thing, was right on the verge of it. But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was, “Yes.”
Big tears welled up in Victor’s eyes, and when he pushed himself away from Mykel and up from the bed, Mykel knew he’d fucked up. Once again he’d screwed everything up. He should go back and retract everything he just said. Start all over and this time say what he was really feeling. But he knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“Where are you going, Vic?” he asked as he watched Victor get dressed in the dark. “You know me, I always say all the wrong things. I’m sorry. Come back to bed.”
“Then say the right thing, Mykel,” Victor said as he sat on the edge of the bed and tied his sneakers.
“I can’t. You know I can’t.”
Victor sat motionless on the bed, with his back to Mykel, and then took a deep breath. “I love you, Mykel,” he said as he turned around to look at the guy who’d just made love to him. “I kinda thought you felt the same way. Or were at least moving in that direction.”
“Victor, I told you upfront that I was not looking for anything serious,” Mykel said, as he sat up in bed. “I can’t have any strings in my life right now.”
“It’s not that you can’t,” Victor replied, and stood up and began putting on his jacket. “It’s that you won’t.”
“Okay, so it’s that I won’t. What difference does that make?”
“It makes a big difference, Mykel. What we just did, what we have, is more than just being fuck buddies. It’s special. Or at least it could be, if you just let it.”
Mykel closed his eyes so that he would not have to look at Victor, and to give him the strength to say what he knew was going to come out of his mouth, even though it is not what was coming out of his heart. “I don’t want something special, Vic. I just wanna have a good fuck every now and then.”
He heard Victor gasp in the dark, and then he heard Victor walk out of the room and down the stairs. A moment later the front door downstairs shut quietly.
Over the next week, Victor called Mykel at least once every day. Mykel looked at the caller ID display, and let the calls go into voicemail. He just wasn’t ready for the kind of relationship Victor was looking for. Victor finally caught on, and to his credit, stopped calling after that first week.
Mykel woke up the next morning and knew at once he’d had another of his nightmares. His heart felt heavy and pained. What was it he’d dreamed about? He couldn’t remember, and after very little thought, decided it didn’t matter.
He showered and returned the call to Rio, getting the travel arrangements. There was a flight leaving later that afternoon, and he planned on being on it. He called Laura and arranged for her to housesit while he was gone, and then walked into his room to begin packing.
“Are you sure that thing will hold both of you?” Mykel asked as he looked at the leather sling attached to the ceiling in the basement.
“Yes,” Rafael said as he climbed into it and lay on his back. “It’s securely screwed into a cement beam. It’s not going anywhere we don’t want it to.”
Mykel took a moment to gaze at Rafael’s body. His client was perfectly built: a little over six feet of solid and defined muscles, completely smooth body from head to toe, dark copper skin, and a thick uncut cock that was almost, but not quite, as big as Mykel’s. He was a very successful model in South America, and his face was sculpted perfection. He was one of only a handful of the thirty-years-and-younger crowd that Mykel knew who was anywhere near as rich as he was.
Paolo walked up behind Mykel and kissed him tenderly on the neck, and then walked over and joined his lover at the sling. He wasn’t in the same league as his Rafael, but was certainly no slouch. He was about five feet eight inches tall, with creamy beige skin and sandy blond hair and green eyes. His smile broke many hearts of both sexes, and there wasn’t a soul who knew him who wasn’t madly in love with him. He was tender and caring and emotional, and always cared for others way above himself. Everyone thought they were the perfect couple, and Mykel had to agree.
Paolo took Rafael’s big uncut cock in his hand and sucked on it for a moment, as Mykel watched from a few feet away. Then he carefully climbed onto the sling and straddled his lover’s body. Rafael’s thick cock stood straight in the air directly below Paolo’s ass, and Mykel found himself breathing heavily as he walked toward the couple.
“Sit on his cock,” Mykel said, and reached up to kiss Paolo as he pushed him by the shoulders down toward Rafael’s cock. He heard Paolo gasp and felt his body tense up a little for a second or two, and then relax as he slid all the way down to the base of the big dick. “I want to see him fuck you until you cry out in ecstasy and shoot your load all over me,” Mykel said, and kissed Paolo passionately on the lips as the two lovers fucked.
The sling began to rock back and forth rapidly, the chains clanging with the fury of the sex. Paolo pushed Mykel back about a foot, and then leaned forward with his ass still impaled on Rafael’s cock, and began to suck Mykel’s big dick. The three had played around several times before, and Mykel had always considered the couple among his favorite clients. But there was something different about this time. The sling, the clanging of the chains, the heated grunts from the lovers, the dark room and candle light ... it was all turning Mykel on more than he’d been turned on in quite a while. And Paolo was an expert cocksucker, as well, and so it wasn’t long before Mykel felt himself getting very close.
“I’m sorry, guys,” Mykel said, because he prided himself on always lasting until he’d made his clients cum. “But I’m gonna shoot. I can’t help it.”
“NO!” Paolo yelled, as he pulled his mouth from Mykel’s cock, and grabbed it forcefully at the base of the cock, cutting off the circulation.
“Oh shit,” Mykel moaned, and ground his teeth to prevent from cumming. Two large drops of cum dripped from his cock head, but he was able to hold back from actually shooting. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, and shook his head to clear the cobwebs. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Paolo said, and pulled Mykel in for a kiss. “But I want you both inside me at once. I want to feel both of your huge cocks fucking me.”
Both lovers were breathing heavily, and speaking in Portuguese, telling each other how hot the other was, and how much they loved one another. Paolo moaned and slid his smooth ass up and down the length of Rafael’s giant cock, and Rafael pounded his cock deep into Paolo’s ass, squeezing and hugging him as they fucked.
“Are you sur
e, Paolo?” Mykel asked in Portuguese. He had many clients who were into fisting and taking things such as traffic cones and baseball bats up their asses. But Paolo wasn’t one of them. Paolo was nice and sweet and playful. Almost innocent, if not for the huge cock up his ass and the fury with which he fucked his lover’s big cock.
“Yes, I’m sure,” he panted, and licked his lips at Mykel in a way that made it impossible for Mykel to deny him. “I want you both inside my ass. Now.”
He leaned way back, so that he was almost lying on top of Rafael’s torso. From this angle, Mykel could see Paolo’s smooth ass stretch to what seemed its limit to take the massive cock that was buried deep inside him. Rafael’s cock throbbed, and the giant vein that ran the length under this shaft looked like it was about to explode.
Mykel’s own cock was as hard as it had ever been, and he took a step forward and pressed his cock head against Paolo’s ass.
“Fuck me!” Paolo said loudly.
And so Mykel did. He slid his cock inside Paolo’s ass slowly, until only the head popped in. Rafael and Paolo both gasped, and when he slid his fat cock all the way inside Paolo’s hot ass, both lovers held their breaths.
In all his years of fucking, Mykel had never felt anything like this. Paolo’s ass was hot and tight as it squeezed his cock from the top and both sides. And Rafael’s huge cock was as hard as a rock, and when it slid against the underside of his own cock, it sent shock waves of pleasure throughout his body.
He couldn’t believe that Paolo was taking both gigantic cocks up his ass. But there he was, moaning loudly as both men fucked him fast and hard. The two lovers kissed and hugged one another as Mykel held onto the chains at the foot of the sling and pounded his cock relentlessly into Paolo’s ass.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” Rafael said as he gasped for air. He left his cock buried deep in his lover’s ass.