Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2015 12:56:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Blackmail  (short story....adult friends)

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				 Blackmail


				 Chapter 1


`The Hangout' was a different kind of gay bar.  Sure, it was located in New
York's Greenwich Village, but any resemblance to the other gay bars in The
Village, ended there.

`The Hangout' was very dimly lit.  No blaring disco music was played there.
The only music featured was an occasional piano player, who confined his
playing to soft love songs, generally from Broadway musicals.  It was
quiet, intimate, and nearly impossible to see two feet in front of you.  As
a result, the bar attracted gay men who required discretion.  The average
patron was a married business man from out of town.  Away from suburbia and
Middle America, the patron hoped to make a connection for a one night
stand, before returning home to the wife and kiddies, and to his
self-imposed closet of deception.

With that kind of clientele, the bar attracted another element of New
York's underground community.  Young, handsome, hookers patrolled the bar,
and they had no trouble picking up a customer, sometimes more than one in a
night.  The customer generally had a hotel room to go to, and if he didn't,
he was happy to rent one for a few hours, or for the night.

Mark Amblyn was a typical, closeted patron of `The Hangout.'  Back home in
his red state of Arizona, he was the CEO of a financial investment firm.
He was in his early thirties, and very, very good looking.  He spent hours
in the gym located in the basement of the office building his firm
occupied, and as a result, he was a real hunk.  He made very big bucks, and
could have scored with any man he wanted, but his position, and the
conservatism of his working and community environment, kept him frustrated
and generally miserable.

Mark was often seen with a beautiful woman on his arm.  Occasionally, one
of them was even able to arouse him, and he would have sex with her, but he
rarely saw the woman again.  Mark was one of those wise individuals, who
knew that getting married would not change his sexual orientation.  He had
no intention of tying any knots.  He was content to satisfy his needs on
the many business trips he had to make during the year.

The cities he visited were far from his home in Phoenix.  He had no fear of
being recognized in gay bars wherever his work took him, and where he went
to find a partner for the night.  One of his favorite places, and most
successful, in terms of making contacts, was `The Hangout' in New York.  He
went there as often as he could.  Even when he could have sent a
subordinate on the business trip, he preferred to go himself, because it
afforded him an opportunity to visit `The Hangout.'

Mark was meticulous and extra cautious.  He rarely stayed at the same hotel
twice.  He didn't want to get pegged as a `regular' and risk being
recognized by hotel personnel.

Louie Gardella was one of the hookers who cruised `The Hangout.'  He was an
Italian stallion of exceptional beauty.  He worked out a good part of every
day in a gym, and fucked all night as he plied his trade.  Returning
patrons often sought him out.  Some of his trusted regulars even had his E
Mail address, and pre-arranged a tryst.  Louie was twenty-five, black curly
hair, kept short, and dark brown eyes with lashes that were so long they
should have been trimmed.  He distinguished himself with a tattoo of a
heart located strategically on his left ass cheek.

One Saturday evening, on a warm and muggy summer night, Mark entered the
bar, looking for action.  He had arrived just two hours earlier, and would
be in New York until the following Saturday morning.  He had changed into a
pair of worn denim shorts, and a tank top shirt.  He was wearing a dirty
old pair of white sneakers, and no socks.  He may have been a gorgeous hunk
of man, but he certainly didn't look like the millionaire that he was.  He
spotted a seat at the bar, and sat down, waiting for the bartender to take
his order.

Louie walked in, practically on Mark's tail.  It was too dark for him to
spot his prey for the evening.  He needed for his eyes to adjust to the
near darkness, and then he would start roaming around.  He hoped that an
old customer would recognize him, and approach him.  Things were easier
that way.  When he came on to a prospective new client, he had a lot of
selling to do.  He decided to have a quick drink at the bar while his eyes
were getting used to the darkness.

When he got to the bar, he saw that there were no seats available.  The
bartender was standing in front of some guy, taking his order.  Louie
sauntered over to the bartender, and before he could get away, he gave his
order as well.  Mark turned around to see who was standing behind him.  His
eyes met Louie's, and he literally stopped breathing for a moment.  Mark
had never seen a man more handsome.  He was dressed much like Mark usually
dressed, like a model in GQ.  He was wearing a suit and a tie, and looked
very classy and successful.  Mark's desires kicked into overdrive, and he
decided to make a move on the guy.

He stuck out his hand to shake, and said, "Hi fella.  My name's Mark.  Can
I buy you that drink you just ordered?"

Louie was delighted.  He was very attracted to Mark.  He couldn't say that
about most of his clients, and he dared hope that Mark would say yes, when
he would solicit him.  He had great doubts about success with this man.  He
was too good looking to pay for sex.

 "Sure you can," Louie said.  "Thanks."

Mark swiveled his bar stool around so that his whole body was now facing
Louie.  Louie could see that Mark was staring at his package.  "You like
what you see?" he asked.

"Uh huh," Mark whispered, and licked his lips.  "After we have our drink,
would you like to split this place, and join me in my hotel room?"

"I'd love to handsome, but I don't come cheap.  I get $200 for the evening,
and $500 for an all-nighter."

Mark was taken aback.  The young prostitute was right about one thing.
Mark had never paid for sex before.  That didn't matter.  He knew that he
had to have this young man, so he said, "Ok.  We're on for an all-nighter."
Louie was more excited than Mark.  At last he found a trick he was
attracted to, and could actually enjoy having sex with.

The drinks arrived and Mark paid.  He turned back to Louie.  "Are you going
to tell me your name?" Mark asked.

Louie leaned into Mark, and gave him a passionate kiss with lots of tongue.
When he withdrew, he said. "I'm Jonathan Carrington III.  I live across the
river in Short Hills, NJ, and I'm a graduate of Princeton University.  What
else do you need to know?"

Mark didn't believe a word of it.  The guy was a prostitute, plain and
simple.  Why was he trying to impress?  Bigger fees, perhaps?

Usually Louie sipped his drink slowly and made small talk, so that his
tricks would be relaxed.  He wanted his clients to know that he was a sweet
and cultured guy.  His intention was to gain their trust.  To some extent
he relied on repeat business and referrals.  He gave his men their money's
worth, and never once stole anything from a drunk customer.  He had plenty
of opportunity to do so.

Tonight everything was different.  Hooker and client practically gobbled
their drinks, and left the bar in a hurry.  When they entered Mark's room,
he double locked the door, and the two men fell into each other's arms.
Their lips met; their mouths opened; their tongues joined.  They kissed
with passion and resolve.  They both knew instinctively that this was going
to be one hell of a love making session.

Mark had never been with a call boy before.  Kissing passionately was the
way he began all his encounters, but for Louie it was another story.  He
didn't know what had come over him.  His feelings overwhelmed him.  He had
never kissed a client before.  Most of them would not have tolerated it.
He just went right to business, doing whatever was asked of him.  He may
have been confused, but he was happy about it.  He was aware that he wasn't
doing business, he was making love.

The only other person in the world that he made love to, was his BFF,
roommate, and fellow hooker, Jimmy Raye.  They lived together and slept
together, but they rationed their love making to one day a week.  They had
to conserve their energies for their customers.  They took Mondays off and
made love all afternoon.  They always quit by 5 PM, so that they would be
well rested and recovered by Tuesday evening.

Mark started to strip, and Louie took his cue from his client.  Before he
removed his jacket, Louie took four condoms and a tube of lube from his
pockets, and placed them on the bed stand.  Mark smiled at him.  "I intend
to use every one of those rubbers, and the whole tube of lube.  If
necessary, I have more in my suitcase, and more lube too."

"Do you always keep your promises?" Louie asked.

"Always.  I'm a man of my word."

By now Mark was naked.  He fell on the bed on top of the sheets, and held
out his arms, beckoning Louie to join him.  Louie fell on top of Mark, and
was immediately enveloped by the larger man's arms.  Louie felt like he had
been enclosed in a cocoon.  Mark's very erect seven incher was crushed
against Louie's seven and a halfer.  The two men began to dry hump each
other, and when Louie realized that both men were beginning to orgasm, he
stopped.

He slithered down Mark's body, and he began to make love to his trick, only
as he did to Jimmy.  If the truth be told, he was even more passionate in
his efforts, than he was with Jimmy.  His tongue found Mark's neck, but he
was careful not to cause a hickey.  He flicked in and out of Mark's ears,
leaving Mark moaning with pleasure.  Then he nipped at Mark's nipples, went
down to his innie, his pubes, inside his thighs and legs, his toes, and
finally Mark yelled, "Take me before I explode."

Louie began to run his tongue up and down the underside of Mark's prick,
and Mark sighed from the slight relief he was feeling.  Louie could feel
Mark's ball sac shrinking, and he took his whole cock into his mouth.  His
tongue continued to swathe up and down the shaft, and his lips pumped
sensuously on the outside of Mark's pulsating rod.

Mark didn't have to alert Louie; they both knew.  Mark's orgasm began to
develop in his toes.  It radiated outward up his legs and into his scrotum.
He began to groan with unbearable ecstasy, as he shot his load into Louie's
mouth.  He could barely breath, but he said, or rather panted, "Don't
swallow it all.  Save some for me."

Louie always did whatever his clients asked of him.  He didn't release
Mark's cock until he felt it softening slightly.  Then he climbed up to
Mark.

"Kiss me," Mark instructed, "and pass my spunk on to me."

Of course, Louie did just that.  Mark pushed him back on the bed, and to
Louie's utter surprise and delight, Mark went down on him.  He bathed
Louie's cock with his own cum, and sucked steadily but gently.  Louie's
body began to buck almost immediately.  He started to groan and moan and he
yelled out, "Here I cum."  He gave up an even bigger load than Mark's.
Mark swallowed every last drop.

When Louie calmed down, the two men lay side by side, holding hands.

"Wow," Louie said, "that was something else."

Mark looked at Louie and kissed him once again.  "What do you say, I send
for room service and we have dinner, and after dinner we can fuck each
other?"

"I say that's a great idea.  Most of my clients want to fuck me, but they
never want me to fuck them," Louie admitted candidly.  It seemed that he
could not lie to this man, except about his identity.

"Jonathan, can I ask you something?" Mark said almost sheepishly.  "I'm
going to be here until next Saturday morning.  What would you charge to be
with me for the rest of the weekend and all next week, until I leave on
Saturday morning?"

Louie was flabbergasted at Mark's proposition.  Based on appearance only,
Mark didn't look like he had much in the bank.  He rationalized that the
axiom, you can't judge a book by its cover, was being proven right here.

"Wow," Louie grinned at Mark.  "I didn't see that coming.  Well, that's
seven overnights including tonight.  That would be $3500, but what would
you say to a flat fee of $3000?"

"I'd say it's a deal.  You can do whatever you want from nine to five, but
I'd want you here by five every night.  I'd like to take you out to dinner
every night.  I'm not crazy about hotel room service."

"That'll be great.  I'll go home Monday when you go to work, and pack a
bag."

Mark kissed Louie again.  In fact, he couldn't keep his hands off him.
"It's going to be one hell of a week, baby," he said.  "Do you want a down
payment?"

"That won't be necessary.  I trust you Mark."

After room service removed the dinner cart, Mark and Louie stripped again.
"Let's shower together," Mark said.  Louie was happier than he could
remember ever having been.  Mark was treating him like a lover, in fact,
like a king.  He didn't look down on him for being a lowly prostitute, as
so many of his client's did.  He followed Mark into the shower.

Mark didn't let Louie wash himself.  Instead, he thoroughly bathed the
younger man.  He made sure that Louie was sparkling clean under his
foreskin, and he reamed his asshole with a soapy finger, to make sure that
it was sweet smelling and clean as well.  He fell to his knees and began to
rim Louie's ass.  Louie started to cry with joy, and he became embarrassed.
He tried to hide his condition from Mark, but Mark was fully aware.

"Let me wash you now," Louie requested.  He repeated everything Mark had
done to him and added a few sensuous licks to Mark's cock.  Eventually they
got out of the shower, and ran to bed.

That night they used all four of the condoms, which Louie had brought, and
the entire tube of lube.  As they were falling asleep, Mark said, "After
breakfast I'll buy some more.  I don't think I have enough in my suitcase."

On Sunday morning they put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and relied
solely on room service for sustenance.  By the end of the day, the room
service attendant was giving them sly winks.  This violated Mark's rule of
maintaining a low profile with the hotel staff.  He would have preferred
complete anonymity, but at the moment, he didn't care.  Sex with Louie was
obsessing him and clouding his judgment.

They spent the entire day and night making love.  Both men were very happy
campers.  Parting on Monday morning was torture for both of them.  It was
all they could do to tear themselves apart.

As they were reluctantly separating, Mark asked, "Jonathan, what's your
real name?"

"Louie Gardella," Louie answered.  "Tonight I'll tell you all about me, and
he gave Mark one last open-mouthed kiss.

To be continued...