Date: Mon, 05 Aug 2002 08:28:36 -0400 From: Peter Amore <peteramore696@hotmail.com> Subject: An Escort's Diary - Part 6 - My Mini-Vacation - Part 1 AN ESCORT'S DIARY - Part 6 By Peter Amore MY MINI VACATION - Part 1 August 2002 DISCLAIMER: This story is true, but names and physical location have been changed to protect the parties to the story. It depicts homosexual acts between men who are all consenting adults. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR IF IT IS ILLEGAL IN THE PLACE YOU LIVE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE. PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX. IT MAY LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES. This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines but may not be copied or archived on any other site without the consent of the author in writing. Copyright: 2002 - Author: Peter Amore - All Rights are Reserved. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is the sixth in what I plan to be a continuing series of my experiences as a male escort. I also plan on including stories recounted to me by clients, fellow escorts and my partner who is also an escort. This story is about events that took place on a long weekend getaway I took to the Delaware shore. For those of you who have not read my previous stories, let me tell you something about myself. I have been escorting for over 2 years. Through an agency for part of the time and on my own for the remainder. I live in the Philadelphia area, which is known as the City of Brotherly Love. I am 28, but look like 25, 5'8", 155 lbs, light brown hair and brown eyes. I am cut, have a 6.5-7 inch dick, a 32" waist and a nice "bubble" butt. I am sexually versatile, but more a bottom, not big on the anal thing, although I do get fucked. I prefer to be on my stomach, but will do whatever the customer wants. I like to get rimmed, but don't do it myself. I will only have safe sex (with a condom). I do suck, but don't swallow. I can say that I have the most fun while the client and I are 69ing, but, again, the customer is always right. I have had several customers who have given me tongue baths, which I find hot and have been a Cock and Ass Sundae on occasion. Not that it means much, but I am a college graduate, so I can carry on conversations at all levels and have been invited to many parties. I am 100% gay but very straight acting. Now for the story --- It had been a long, hot and boring July week in Philadelphia. Just like a lot of summer weeks can be. On Friday afternoon, I was debating what to do with the weekend. My boyfriend, who is also an escort, had a two-day call in New England. Although two-day calls were rare, the money was good and the locale, Provincetown, Massachusetts made the call seem worthwhile. The idea of going to the same bar with the same people seemed intolerable. I was browsing through the local gay newspaper and happened upon the travel section. I saw an advertisement for a gay guesthouse on the Delaware beach that offered "full service." I had never stayed there before and thought I would give them a call to see if I could get a last minute reservation for the weekend. I would call on with the Escort Service where I worked to let them know I would be at the shore. During the summer months, they get calls all the time for the beach area. I had made the drive to Delaware more times than I cared to admit for a one hour or one and one-half hour call, then to be faced with the drive down and back. I was sort of hoping that I could get some work and also some much needed down time. To my surprise, they booked me a room at the last minute. They gave me directions and told me that it would be best if I arrived by 7:00 P.M. so I could be properly greeted by one of their hosts. I quickly threw together a bag of casual clothes and a few other needed items. I also made sure that I took my "escort" bag with me in case I got a call. It contained my lube, condoms, and some lotions and cologne, as well as breath mints and mouthwash. I left the city alone and headed for the shore. I hit no traffic, which was amazing for a Friday afternoon. I guess the other travelers had already left since it was so hot and humid in the City of Brotherly Love. When I arrived at the guesthouse, the grounds were filled with garden mazes and ponds. They were very nice but not expected. I let myself into the Victorian Bed and Breakfast expecting to find my host. Instead, I found a note on the kitchen counter, which was where people apparently checked in. My name was on the note and attached to it was the key to Room 12. The place appeared to be empty. I guessed that everyone was out at happy hour at one of the local bars. It was a mixed community and there were both gay and straight bars all over to keep all the visitors happy. I walked up the grand staircase to find my room. It was a nice well-appointed room with a queen size bed, two armchairs, a dresser, a closet and a half bath. There was a note on the wall of the half bath that the tub and shower were down the hall and there were also outdoor showers by the small pool for guest use. I put my bags down and walked over to the window to raise the shade. I immediately noticed the sound of water running outside. There was an outside shower in the backyard below. I had missed this on the way in after I had parked my car. The shower was concealed on all four sides, but there was no roof or privacy screen on the top. Upon taking a closer look, I discovered that there were two attractive guys in the shower washing themselves. One of the guys was well built, dark haired and tanned, about 6' 2" with a huge cock which hung between his legs like a club. The other guy was younger looking. He looked more like a soccer jock type with a round and firm ass. They were not having sex at this point, but the sight of these two handsome guys washing themselves caused me to feel an immediate throbbing in my pants. I started touching my hard cock through my pants as I watched these two guys. I felt like a peeping tom at this point but did not care because it only added to the sexual thrill I was feeling. The bigger built of the two began to wash his cock. The sheer size of it alone made it look like a sexual activity. I noticed that the younger of the two felt the same way because I could see his dick swelling in size. He seemed to turn himself in the opposite direction, perhaps so the built guy would not notice that his cock was now at full erection. As he turned away, he looked upward and we made eye contact. Ordinarily, I would have turned away from the window, but instead continued to stoke my cock. My cock was now rock hard at it's full 7" and was pointed up. The younger guy was obviously rock hard and was continuing to look up at me. I pulled out my cock and stroked it even more giving him full view of what he wanted to see. At this point, the well-hung stud began to look more closely at the boy's ass while he continued to "wash" his cock. The well-hung stud noticed the boy's excitement and began to wash his back for him. Here we were, the boy still looking up at me; the stud soaping the boy's ass; and me, now completely naked stoking myself. After several minutes of what had begun as an innocent encounter, things began to grow much more erotic. The stud, without hesitation, made his move and in one fell swoop filled the boy's ass with his cock. The boy let out a scream, which at first sounded like he was in pain, but was much more a scream of ecstasy. The boy had obviously wanted this the whole time and now he had it. The stud was thrusting himself in and out of the boy. He finally looked up at the window and noticed me. I sure he knew I was there all along, the same way he knew what the boy wanted the whole time. He nodded for me to come downstairs. I grabbed my key and a towel and eagerly headed for the shower. This was beginning to look like a great vacation. As I headed off the back porch in search of the hidden shower room, I was filled with an invigorating sense of eroticism. I think that the combination of being in such a tranquil place with the unusual animal sex going on was adding to the whole experience. When I approached the shower room I did not even have to open the door. The boy had both hands on the door holding himself up and conveniently holding the door open. As I entered the shower any hesitation I had was now gone. The sight of the boy bending over innocently, while getting fucked really hard, was an incredible turn on for me. My prick throbbed even harder. As I stood there fully erect, the stud continued to fuck the boy as hard as he could. He was pulling his enormous cock almost all the way out and then pounding it back in. The boy was moaning in ecstasy. The stud then slapped the boy on the ass and told him to suck my cock. The boy instinctively responded to the commanding stud. When the boy wrapped his full lips around my cock, I could have exploded immediately. At first, he only kept a few inches of my cock in his mouth moving his tongue all around it. After a few minutes of this initial tease, I grabbed his head and pushed it down to the base of my cock. To my amazement, the boy was able to accommodate my entire cock without hesitation. He reminded me of the kid on the subway steps I had encountered a few weeks earlier. The stud told the boy what a good cocksucker he was and told me to make him keep up the good work. The boy continued to be filled in both holes for at least 20 minutes. I was holding the back of his head, pulling my cock all the way out and then shoving it all the way in. Occasionally, I would tell him to stick out his tongue so I could slap my cock on it. The stud and I both became very verbal with the boy. We kept telling him he was a whore and loved it; we also called him a cunt and a cocksucker. He enjoyed this very much. At this point, I wanted to fuck. The sight of the bubble butt being pounded made me want to have a turn at it. I told the stud to let me get in there for a while. To my amazement, the stud readily agreed. He said, "That's cool." And stepped aside. He made room for me to start fucking the boy. Standing behind him, I began to rub his well-greased ass with my hand. After a few minutes, I slipped a couple of fingers inside. Even after all the pounding he had just taken he was still quite tight. He also seemed to enjoy my fingers inside of him as I massaged his prostate. I then put all four into his tight ass before I was ready to begin fucking him. I started fucking him and his ass felt amazing clutching my cock. I like to do it nice and slow as well as hard and deep. The stud stood along side of us stroking his cock. I could tell he really liked watching me fuck the boy. At least an hour had passed since I entered the shower room but I was certainly not keeping track of time. But, on the other hand, my cock was ready to explode and I could tell the stud was feeling the same way. We nodded at each other and decided it was time. I pulled my cock out of the boy and told him to kneel in front of the stud and me and to open his mouth and stick out his tongue and be prepared to be wet. With a few hard strokes, the stud and I exploded buckets of cum all over the boy's face and in his mouth. The boy remained on his knees and suckled our cocks until they were completely dry and clean. The boy was the first to get washed followed by the stud and me. After we cleaned up, we put on our towels and headed for the house. As we entered the house, the stud asked the boy for some beach tags for the following day. The boy took them from a kitchen drawer. The stud thanked the boy and headed upstairs to Room 11. Now it all came together, apparently the stud had checked in only a few moments before I did and the boy was the host. The boy then asked if I needed any additional services. I said, "No. You have provided enough service for one day and have been an excellent host." I then headed up to my room and collapsed on the bed to get a little rest before what I hoped would be a great respite from my work. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well, that's it. I hoped I haven't bored you and that you enjoyed this. What do you think? Would you like to know what happened the next day? Should I continue writing? I would appreciate any suggestions. Let me know and also let me know if you have any stories you want me to relate. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com. All replies will be answered, except flames, which will be ignored.