Return - Bastian Uncovered Vol. 6
I like my job, the way I’m treated, the men that I meet. Even when they are rough with me, being pushed around and used by powerful alpha males turns me on. The others are horny and needy and afraid of being discovered and the power is mine. Not to expose them! I would never. It would probably mean my life. No, I am what they desire. The forbidden pleasure that they can’t have unless I let them. Mr. Tides… Dylan… is different. Mr. Snow arranged for me to visit his penthouse. I was not entirely surprised when he invited a young man in. He introduced him as Dylan. I felt something between us, but there was no time to think much of it. Maybe it was the fact that he was my age, unlike most of the men I serve, or the fact that he was kind of shy and uncertain. The three of us had a good time. Mr. Snow and Dylan came hard and I left them satisfied. Later on I did some digging and found out that he is Dylan Tides, an up and coming American actor. I watched a few of his movies. Unlike most of the men I serve, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Then I got a call. He wanted to see me. When I arrived, this time it was just the two of us. He smiled and said that last time he was jealous of having to share me and wanted me all to himself. The connection I had felt before was not my imagination. Dylan is obviously not used to having escorts. He didn’t hold me at arms length. We were just two horny young men spending an hour together. If I wasn’t a mafia escort and he wasn’t an American celebrity, we might have met on one of those phone apps. But, of course, I am an escort and he is a celebrity and he was paying for me to be there. Still, that fell away with our clothes when took them off and fell into each others arms, and we were just two guys fucking. He has a nice dick. It tasted good when I sucked it and felt even better in my ass. I didn’t have any other assignments that afternoon so we took our time and it felt like we fucked for hours. When he was ready to come, he fucked me hard as I shot my own load on my stomach then he pulled out and added his to mine. My abs were coated in our sticky juice. I left his dried cum on my stomach all afternoon, enjoying the faint musky scent of him. Dylan offered me a shower before I left, but I said no. Somehow the thought of it felt too intimate. Strange after the things we had just done. But I needed to leave, before he kissed me again. Before he asked me to stay. Before I fell in love with him.
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