Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2013 14:07:23 -0700 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked: Chapter 30; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains consensual sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter 30 "Bob, I'm not looking forward any more to my `boyfriend experience' evenings." I said as Bob drove us to work the next morning. "John, you've mentioned that before. If you are no longer happy doing it, then maybe it is time to quit." Bob responded attempting not to be too paternal. "I have a gig this evening with one of my regulars, Craig. He is a very nice man about sixty. He treats me well and we have a good time together." "Then, what's the problem? Do you not want to have sex with him?" "No, I don't mind having sex with him. I don't mind having sex with almost anyone. You know that. I guess I just feel as if I am deceiving the client. We aren't boyfriends. He pays me for my service of being his so-called friend and having sex." Bob stated the obvious, "Yes, John, but that is the boyfriend experience. You are an actor getting paid for a performance." "I don't feel right about it and I don't want to do it anymore." I said empathically. "John, then it may be best to stop. This doesn't need analysis. My experience with it was that I had to stop too and to this day I cannot totally understand why. It seems so logical being the sexual pig that I am to be a prostitute, but for some reason, I needed to stop. What I didn't do was spent much time judging myself about it one way or another." "You're right, Bob. I'll see how this evening goes. I always want to follow through on my commitment to someone. Craig is a good man. I don't want to dump him." Bob then reminded me, "John, remember, you can't please everyone. You do what you need to do with Craig, but don't do it just to please him. It would be a disservice to both of you." We pulled into the parking garage, took the employee elevator up and went about our separate ways; Bob running the hotel and me running food for the patrons. My dinner date was at 7 PM. I had arranged the ending of my shift way in advance. At 7 PM, I stood at the door to Craig's suite, took a deep breath and knocked. I was at least going to go through tonight since I already had the appointment. Suit up and show up, or in this case, un-suit, show up and get hard. Craig opened the door. "Hi John, come in." He gave me a nice kiss on the lips and a hug. "Why don't you take your clothes off and I'll call the cleaners to come get your things. Go take a shower, there's a robe in the closet; wear that when you are done." I did what Craig wanted although I was surprised he wanted me to put on a robe. Normally, he and all my clients like to have me naked for the entire time. Hell, I like to be naked the entire time. During my shower, I heard Craig talking to the cleaner pickup person instructing him the clothes had to be back at the room by 7 AM. When I finished, I put on the robe and walked out into the suite. It was one of the best suites in the hotel. It was a two-bedroom with three baths and a full kitchen. It was designed so that one could hire a chef either from the hotel or a company to fix meals for the guests. "Come sit down on the sofa with me, John." I sat down. "So what's going on with you? How have you been?" For some reason I couldn't help myself and I started to tell Craig the truth. I told him about the weekend at the adult bookstore. I told him about meeting this guy Tony. I told him about the porn company my father's partner and I were starting; although I did leave out that my father's partner was the manager of the hotel he was staying in. I then told him that I was having trouble with the boyfriend experience thing. Craig just listened. I think he was fascinated with my life. "John, I'm a businessman. You are running a business. Therefore, it is important that you run a business that you enjoy. If it is not working for you, stop." "But Craig, I have good work ethic and I am earning money to go to college. By the end of the spring, I will have enough money to pay for my college education. That is how lucrative this business has been for me." I explained. Craig said, "That's because you are good at what you do. You are a nice man. You show up when you are supposed to show up. You treat me well and I assume that I am no different than any of your other clients. Having sex for money seems like the most logical thing in the world. If I was young and handsome, like you, I wouldn't hesitate to do it in a heartbeat. That being said, it isn't like other businesses that one can just tolerate for a while. If you keep doing this when your heart is not in it, it will fuck up your other sexual and love relationships in the future. It sounds to me as if you gut is trying to tell you to stop." "Yeah, my business partner and friend said the same thing to me this morning." "Then stop. How close are you to having the money for your bachelors?" Craig asked. "I have made enough money to pay for the first three years, plus my room and board at school." "Wow. You must be good, but I already knew that." Craig joked to ease the tension. I laughed. That joke made me realize that I was taking all this too seriously. Craig continued, "I'm not going to expect anything from you, John. If you would like to leave, I'll call the concierge to get you some clothes and I'll have a car service take you home." "Craig that is very sweet of you, but it is unnecessary. I made a commitment to you for this evening and I plan on keeping it. Besides, you are a nice guy. I like having sex with you regardless of the financial motivation." Craig said, "Well, I'll take the compliment even if I don't necessarily believe you." He smiled. Craig was a good man. He was married with adult children. He was always gay, but went against his instincts and did the family thing. Now he was divorced, successful and lonely. He had lots of money, so he could always have male affection. I could see in his eyes though what it was like not to follow his heart. I think that was why he was being so kind to me. Craig said, "So if you're cool, I hired a chef to make dinner for us this evening." "I'm cool. So where is he?" "He will be here at 8, which is just a few minutes from now. It will be a simple, but delicious meal. He should have it ready in about a half hour." Just then there was a knock. Craig went to the door. In walked this beefy muscle man about 5'7", 180 lbs. His head was shaved and he had beautiful olive complexion. "John, this is Chef Allesandro." "Nice to meet you, Chef." I said with a smile and an "I want to suck your cock and have you fuck me" face, which Craig did not miss with amusement. Craig continued, "Allessandro, the food is all here in the frig and pantry. How soon can you have dinner for us? I'm starving." Allessandro replied, "Sir, I'll have dinner in about 45 minutes. Can I pour you some wine?" "No, thank you. I'll take care of the drinks. You take care of the food." "Very well. Where can I put my clothes?" "In the bedroom over there." Allessandro went to the second bedroom emerging a minute later, naked except for a white full length apron. I was speechless and very glad I had not taken Craig up on his offer for me to go home. The apron was cut in such a way that Allessandro's nipples were exposed just to the outside edge of the garment. His nipples were delicious looking and being a tit whore, I could barely keep my eyes on anything else. "Would you like some wine?" Craig asked me interrupting my nipple train of thought. "Just a little, Craig. I'm not much of a drinker." "Good man. Shall we sit at the bar here and watch our chef at work?" "Most definitely." I said with almost too much enthusiasm. Chef Allessandro was a great chef. He fixed us an incredible meal. He was amazing to watch particularly when he had his back to us and we saw his stunningly shaped ass and legs move that hot body around the kitchen. "Sir, dinner is served." Craig and I sat down at the dining room table. Chef poured us each a glass of wine. I only sipped and he took each goblet away because there was a different wine for each course. Chef made sure he was very quiet during prep of the next dish so that we were not disturbed and he was so efficient that the kitchen was almost completely spotless by the time dessert was served. Once we finished, Chef Allessandro asked if there would be anything else. When the answer was no, he told Craig that everything was clean, the dishwasher was set to go on, but he said the maids could run that in the morning so as not to disrupt. Chef went to the bedroom, put his clothes back on, which was disappointing. Craig saw him to the door, gave him a substantial amount of money for his service and thanked Chef with a handshake. "I will call you again the next time I'm in town Allessandro. It was fabulous as always." Craig turned coming back to the table. "Wasn't that wonderful?" "Yes, Craig that was. How did you ever find a chef as fabulous and hot as that who would also take his clothes off?" All Craig would say is, "Money doesn't buy happiness, but it doesn't hurt either." We both laughed heartedly. "Now, John. I have no expectations about this evening. You do not have to have sex with me or even sleep with me if you do not want to. I enjoy your company. You can sleep in the spare room or I can still call the car service." "Craig, don't be silly. We have had sex a number of times and I'm willing to continue regardless of whether I get myself out of this part of the prostitution business." Craig smiled, took my hand and we went to the bedroom. Surprisingly, Craig and I had incredible sex. Craig was not a looker, but the sex that night and the following morning was as good as some of my rounds with David, Bob or my Dad. In the morning, there was a knock on the door at 7 AM for delivery of my clothes. At 8 AM, breakfast arrived. At 8:45 AM, I kissed Craig goodbye, thanked him profusely for everything and took the employee elevator down to the kitchen to clock in for my shift. Craig had put an envelope in my jacket pocket per usual for payment of my services. I didn't look at it because Craig was the consummate gentleman and he paid better than any of my other wealthy clients. On the drive home that night naked with Bob, I opened the envelope. Inside was the typical cash, plus a note. "Dear John, Enclosed are four $9,500 checks for covering the balance of your schooling. They are written separately and under $10,000 because of those stupid bank rules the government created after 9/11. Please accept these with no argument or objection. That would hurt my feelings. Money is always to be given for fun and for free with no ulterior motive. I do hope we can continue our business relationship, but this gesture in no way should be seen as an obligation. It is more important to me that you make the right decision for yourself regarding the business. There is always another young stud out there. You, on the other hand, are special and this is my best way of conveying such. Very truly yours, Craig." "Wow, John." "Yeah, wow. I don't know what to say." Bob went very fatherly on me and that was ok at this moment. "John, when we get home; call him and thank him. Tell him to please give you a call the next time he is in town. That does not mean you have to put out, but I do think you should at least see him." "Yes Bob. I will." I called Craig when we got home and did as Bob instructed. Bob took me to his bank the next day and we opened up a checking and savings account. Because Bob was such a good customer, there were no questions asked as to why a 19-year-old kid had four $9,500 checks written to him plus Bob became a signator on the account. Bob also arranged for my employment checks to direct deposit into the account. Bob was more parental than I had ever witnessed him before and I didn't mind. It was as if I had two parents again and I loved that. The next day Tony called me. I was in the middle of my shift at work so I couldn't pick up. I called him when I got home that night. "Hi Tony, it's John." "Hi John. How you doing?" "Good and you?" "I'm good. Listen. When is your next day off? I would like to go to coffee." "Sure." I was so excited I couldn't see straight. "I'm off tomorrow because I'm working all weekend." "Ok. Meet me at the coffee bar around 1 PM. Would that work?" Tony asked. "Sure. I'll be there. Thanks Tony." I hung up and my little school girl heart was a flutter. Someone was asking me out on a date. I hadn't been on many of those; too busy having sex. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for writing. Please keep sending your thoughts on this story. They are very motivating. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com