LOVER FOR PAY: The Escort & The Teacher (M/M)

by A. J. Blake

  London’s fork hit the half empty plate and he couldn’t hold back a snicker. “You do know we’ve already skipped steps one and two and hit third base, right? I’ve been calling you ‘Daddy’ for heaven’s sake. Besides, who says Henry gets to decide who I can and can’t fuck?”

  Marbell shivered when the question was whispered to him seductively, “You get me worked up when you talk like that.”

  With an everlasting grin, London stood from his seat and neared Marbell. He touched the man’s shoulders, and kissed lightly at the back of his neck, the fair complimenting scent of the man’s hair like a trigger inside him. “I appreciate wanting to give me a night off from sex, but I’m kind of desperately in the mood. You’re like a drug to me.” His hands went from Marbell’s shoulders to his chest, running them down his torso. He was about to slip them under his shirt, but managed to catch himself in remembrance of what happened the last time he did that. So he continued further.

  Fingers toying at the man’s groin, finding the inspiring outline of his cock, London continued to kiss about Marbell’s neck. The aroma of his cologne was almost mind-altering. “It would be a shame for me to waste what you’ve cooked,” the teacher cooed.

  London nipped Marbell’s shoulder blade, “Aren’t you hungry for me, Daddy?”

  Without a word, Marbell rose from his seat as well, London’s hand held firmly in his as he led them from the kitchen. There was only one thing running through London’s head, and he was amazed at how bad he actually wanted Marbell. They climbed a set of stairs to the second floor and entered a bedroom. It looked more like a guestroom rather than Marbell’s actual room, but London didn’t care much about where they were headed so long as the outcome was the same. The queen sized bed sat between two windows and the city night could be seen from them, a fireplace on the opposite wall.

  Marbell gave London a light shove, telling him to lay back on the bed as he followed. He climbed the twenty-one-year-old, kissing up his bare chest after the shirt was removed. His tongue played with the tan flesh beneath him, leaving love bites all over his lower neck and pecks as if they were claiming what they marked.

  London usually never allowed clients to mark him with hickies, but made an exception since he was giving himself over willingly and without pay.

  Unbuttoning London’s jeans for him, Marbell tugged them off and threw them aside, same with the boxers shielding the hardness he could feel underneath. Without voicing anything, Marbell took London’s cock into his mouth, the slow drip of pre-cum coating the back of his throat before swallowing. The moans coming from his night lover inspired an intense arousal within him. Sitting back on his knees, he said, “Can I ride you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” London said, trying to contain his breathing.

  After ridding of all his clothes besides the tank top he’d been wearing, Marbell brought his attention back to London’s cock, sucking as though he could not pry himself from it. At the way Marbell massaged his shaft, London almost felt like he’d burst before the actual sex began.

  Finally, Marbell tore his mouth from London’s cock, dashes of drool running down his chin, and then climbed onto of his night lover. Inserting London’s endowed length into himself, he hissed as it sunk further and further inside, his head falling back blissfully when he hit the base. “Why was I going to pass this up tonight?” he groaned out, hips grinding with fiery desire.

  London arched his back off the bed as Marbell came down on him, pushing himself into the man, hands gripped definitely into his hips.

  Suddenly London bucked without warning as Marbell slipped his sleek fingers into his tightness. “Oh, fuck,” London cried, feeling his eyes water as the urge to cum worsened with each pump of Marbell’s fingers.

  Looking down on London from on top, Marbell couldn’t have been more right when saying London looked beautiful during sex. His cheeks were glowing, lips wet and pink as his eyes glistened prettily, pleasured moans escaping him with every breath.

  Bringing himself off London’s cock after riding into bliss, Marbell turned his night lover over. London held himself up with what strength he had left in his arms, fringe falling into his face when he put his head down. Marbell fucked into London then, filling the tattooed boy with the ecstasy he’d felt the first time, and this dose was just the same, if not better than the time before.

  London felt like his body was being destroyed from the inside out, the heat grinding in and out of him driving him up the wall. He wrapped his hand around his own cock then, jerking with the hard rhythm of Marbell’s pumps. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” he whined, “I can’t hold it anymore.”

  Just when London peeked his climax, releasing into his hand, Marbell came as well, the stream of his hot seed pouring deep inside the twenty-one-year-old. It was then, too, when the remaining strength in London’s arms gave out and he completely collapsed. He laid there as Marbell gathered his thoughts, slowly still pushing in and out of his night lover. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” London apologized, his voice a lot smaller than it was before their session began, “You never said I could cum.”

  Marbell brought his cock from London’s entry, leaving butterfly kisses along his back and shoulders as he came down from his high. “It’s okay, baby,” he assured. “As long as I can make you feel this way.”

  It was three in the morning when London found himself standing in a shower down the hall. He was exhausted, satisfied and…conflicted. As he stood beneath the showerhead, all he could think about was how good Marbell made him feel both physically and emotionally. There was a piece of his heart that wanted to latch onto the teacher and refused to let go, while the other half of his heart was trying to restrain his feelings from growing any deeper. He was somewhat convinced that he had to focus on his job as an escort rather than a lover to one in particular, but even without voicing it, something about Marbell was calling to him and commanding him to stay. Ultimately, this high school math teacher had been the only one capable of shredding his previous detachment into little tiny pieces.

  London looked down when he felt something running between his legs. It was the course of cum trapped inside him finally seeping out. This was the first time he’d ever had sex with someone without a condom, and he was sure if it’d been anybody else, he’d be freaking out right now, but Marbell had been kind enough to show him his papers to confirm that he was 100% STD free. He stared at the drain as soap, water, and cum disappeared into it, trying to tell his heart that maybe mutually falling for Marbell over time wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Sure he was an escort, he had sex for money, and didn’t live the most glamorous life, but he deserved love, too.

  After stepping out of the shower, London got dressed again in his clothes from before. Marbell had taken a shower first and was all washed up for the night, fitted in grey sweatpants and a different black tank top. He walked London to the front door and they kissed. “When will I see you next?” London asked, “I’m kind of jealous my brother gets to see you more than me.”

  “I don’t know,” Marbell answered, “I’ll text you. Oh, I almost forgot.” Quickly he ran back into the house and came back with an envelope. He handed it to London, “It’s four thousand. I want you to have it.”

  London looked at the yellow package and back up at the teacher. “I told you I didn’t want to be paid for tonight.”

  “And I just said I want you to have it. Please, use it for whatever it is you started doing this for.” When London didn’t make a move for the money, Marbell placed it in his hands. “Take it. I don’t need it.”

  “Thank you,” London said, kissed then so tenderly that it made his heart stammer.

  And then it was goodbye.

  VI – Junkie

  London had never been so restless in his life more than he was tonight. Alone, he lay in bed trying to at least get a decent night’s sleep. Usually he was up until four in the morning either out with clients, or having a hard time getting Joyce to go to sleep. This late night was different, though. To
ssing and turning in bed, London couldn’t get a lick of sleep because of one person.

  Marbell Matthews.

  Five days had slowly gone by since their last contact, and there’d been not a word since. London was temped the past couple of days to phone the man, spark up a conversation, maybe arrange a time to meet up, but for these long five days, London had talked himself out of it. Although he did miss Marbell a great deal and wanted to see him, even if for a few minutes, London didn’t want to come off as clingy.

  He even had an unsent draft in his text messages that read:I miss you. Or was London just being foolish? What if they were both being foolish? Missing one another and being too frightened to see if they were thinking about each other. Turning onto his side, London reached out for his cellphone, the bright screen blinded him as he skimmed through his messages, reading over the text he wanted to send out.

  What if Marbell didn’t miss him? What if the man had lied those other nights about possibly pursuing a relationship with him? London groaned, fisting the phone in his hand. “Why am I being this way?” he asked himself.

  When he was younger, London was hardly ever shy when it came to people he liked. When he had feelings for someone, he let them know, and was more often than not, the one being chased by this love interest, but here he was, moaning and groaning over someone he hasn’t made an attempt to even leave a voicemail for over the last five days.

  Great, London thought, he was beginning to sound like some heartbroken adolescent.

  It was only midnight when London figured trying to go to sleep with all these thoughts wasn’t going to happen. Throwing the covers from on top of him, he pulled on a pair of gym shorts over his boxer-briefs, and made his to way to the living room. Everyone was asleep in the house, leaving him to silent privacy for the time being. He turned on the television and flipped through channels before landing on a documentary about if mermaids existed or not.

  The second he sat down, the ringer of his cellphone went off, and he was quick to silence the strident noise. Glimpsing the ID, his heart did a backflip when Marbell’s name flashed up on the default lockscreen. A smile appeared instantly on his face and he unlocked the phone. The message sent was an attachment, and when it was opened, London’s blood pressure rose a notch.

  There were two pictures presented in the text, the first one being of Marbell’s perfect ass. He was completely unclothed save for lingerie pantyhose with a garter belt, and a thong with a cotton bunny tail sat between the dimples in his back. Since he was facing away from the camera this was all London could see. The second picture, however, had a solid lump formed deep in London’s throat.

  Sat in a big desk chair, Marbell had photographed himself in the same thong, the front a see-through pink as the same white pantyhose ran up to his thighs. With his legs spread open, he had one hand fondling his cock while the other took the picture. He even wore a white silk vest to hide his torso as usual for this photo since his back was no longer to the camera.

  Turned on by the erotic pictures, London didn’t have time to register a reply before Marbell sent another message. It read:Daddy misses his baby.

  With a quick reply this time, London sent:I was just thinking about you.

  For a few minutes, London didn’t receive a reply and dejection was about to settle in. Then his phone rang again, but it wasn’t a text, it was a phone call. Answering on the first ring, Marbell started with, “Were you really?”

  London felt his cheeks blush like the teenager he was trying not to be. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

  “I’m sorry I haven’t made an effort to contact you. I’ve been quite busy all week with testing period around the corner. I promise I would have answered if you’d have texted or called me. Why didn’t you?”

  London shrugged to himself, “I didn’t want to bother you, I guess.”

  “But you did miss me?”

  Shyly, with a small laugh, London said, “Yeah.”

  “I want to see you, London,” Marbell let be known. “What are you doing tomorrow afternoon? If you’re free, I want to take you out on a date.”

  London laid back on the couch, one leg propped up on the coffee table. “Don’t you have class tomorrow? It’s Friday.”

  “I know, but I can easily get away with assigning a substitute. Besides, in all honesty, come Friday evening, I don’t know when the next time will be that we’ll be able to spend any time together at all.”

  This confused London, “We have weekends, don’t we? Henry goes out most nights when he doesn’t have homework, and I can get my neighbor to watch Joyce whenever. I’m always free on weekends.”

  “That’s wonderful, and all,” Marbell sighed, and then added, “I’ll just be a bit…busy, for lack of a better word. I’m sorry. Would you do me the honor of being my afternoon date tomorrow instead?”

  London wasn’t too sure what to make of the “busy” situation. He didn’t know the hectic schedule of a high school teacher, so who was he to mark the man out as a fraud? “Of course,” he said, “At about what time should I be ready?”

  “Eleven-thirty?”

  “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

  Marbell stopped him before he could hang up, “What? You don’t want to talk to daddy anymore?”

  “Oh,” London let a laugh escape him nervously, “Sorry, I just kind of thought that meant you were hanging up, too.”

  By the sound of Marbell’s voice, it seemed like he was smiling, “Did you like the pictures I sent you?”

  London glanced toward the hall leading to the back bedrooms, cautious about if Henry would wake up and come to the living room. When all remained quiet, he said, “Yeah, they were pretty sexy. The g-strings are a real turn on, especially with the bunny tail.”

  “I bought that just for you. Thought you might like it. I can send you more if you want me to. I’m actually still wearing it.”

  Taking another glance toward the hall, London sat forward now and cleared his throat. He could picture Marbell perfectly in his mind, the brunette man lying back on a king-sized bed in his skimpy attire. “I, uh,” London seemed to waver for only a second, “I can send you some.”

  “Really? Although I would absolutely love to see precisely positioned photos of your perfect body, you don’t have to send me nudes if it’ll make you uncomfortable. I’m not a…what is it the girls whisper about in class…a ‘fuckboy’.”

  “A fuckboy?” London shook his head, wondering where on earth kids came up with these terms. A bit thrilled on the other hand, London pushed himself up from the couch and went back to his bedroom. All was still quiet in the house, but he shut the door behind him anyway. Turning on the ceiling light, he said, “Give me a minute and I’ll send you a few.”

  “Mmm,” Marbell smiled through the phone, “I can’t wait, baby.”

  After hanging up, London undressed himself, and let the boxer-briefs and shorts stay on the floor. Smiling to himself, he fumbled with his phone to get the camera on. “What the hell am I doing?” he said aloud.

  Stood completely naked in the center of his room, he worked himself a little to get rid of the limp dick, because there was absolutely nothing sexy about a limp dick. Taking the camera, he took a shot of his body from the chest down, making sure to flex to make his abs more prominent. He sat back on the bed then, a hand wrapped around his length and his knees were open, getting a nice shot of that before turning over. He snapped a picture of his ass perked into the air just a bit, the caption,‘I miss Daddy’s touch’, underneath it.

  It wasn’t long until London got a reply after sending the pictures, but it was in the form of a video of Marbell running his thumb over his throbbing prick. The faint coo of moans could be heard in the background as he came in his fist.

  “Fuck,”London said, biting down on his lip hungrily, and then sent:Can I admit something to you?

  Marbell: What is it?

  London: I’m obsessed with you and everything you do to me. I feel
like I need you all the time.

  Marbell: Do you dream about me?

  London: Every night.

  Marbell: Good. You’re always on my mind, too, baby. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

  London couldn’t contain the pleased smile that came to him. He loved that Marbell called him baby, so as a reply before getting to bed as well, he sent:Goodnight, Daddy.

  _

  London had sent Marbell his address that morning, and was waiting patiently to be picked up by his date. He’d also taken it upon himself to actually dress nicely, or as nicely as he presumed was nice enough. For the occasion, he wore ironed-crisp jeans, a dark, button-down plum shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the best pair of shoes he could find. And, by best, it meant the least scuffed at the toe.

  He was curious about what he and Marbell were going to do for the time they spent together, and while he could think of a few things, he was pretty sure sex wasn’t something the man was after today. London tried to think of the dates he’d been on in the past: amusement parks, dinners, house parties and what not. Taking Marbell as a rather quiet man in public places, he guessed a nice dining out was what they’d be headed for, and London was perfectly okay with that. Just being able to spend time with Marbell was all he wanted.

  After a few more minutes sitting in front of the television, London jumped up from the sofa when he heard a car pulling into his driveway. Without looking out the window to be sure of who it was, he opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. By the looks of the vehicle…this was not Marbell. An old maroon station wagon was parked in the driveway beside his car. It was beaten up, bents in the hood and the windows were tinted.

  London gave the dilapidated vehicle a suspicious look as the passenger and driver side doors swung open. At the sheer sight of the person who’d slid out from the rusty car on the passenger side, London felt his entire stomach flip, the look on his face of both surprise and revulsion. It was his mother: Elaine Ramm.