Confessions of a Gay Male Escort 4: The Go-Between
Confessions of a Gay Male Escort, #4
Fiction & Literature, LGBT, Gay, Short Stories, Romance
| Author: | Derek Cova | ISBN: | 9781497781603 |
| Publisher: | Daredevil Books | Publication: | August 23, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Derek Cova |
| ISBN: | 9781497781603 |
| Publisher: | Daredevil Books |
| Publication: | August 23, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
“The client’s been hot for his best friend for years,” Veronica said. “And he wants you to pretend you’re his friend while you have sex.”
I stroked my chin. “How realistic do I have to be? I mean, I’m not going to get tattooed or shave my head.”
Veronica laughed. “No worries there. You just have to dress up. His best friend is a priest.”
Okay, now I could see why the client wanted a substitute lover. Poor bastard, I thought. I’d been raised Catholic myself, and I felt for him.
At least I could give him a night he would never forget.
Adult readers only! This 7.000 word story contains contains explicit gay sexual situations. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Veronica had briefed me thoroughly, and yet I was still nervous as I entered the elevator to our client’s penthouse. I’d never impersonated a priest before.
It felt vaguely sacrilegious. Not that I was a particularly devout Catholic or anything, just raised that way. And if I’m honest: that feeling of sacrilege also made the whole thing feel pretty hot.
Heck, I was already into tonight’s scene in a big way, and I hadn’t even put on the cassock yet.
We were going the whole hog with the role play, and in my sports bag I carried a nice ankle-length classic black priest’s cassock all folded up, along with the other accoutrements. There was even a rosary.
I had plans for that rosary, and they didn’t include praying.
“The client’s been hot for his best friend for years,” Veronica said. “And he wants you to pretend you’re his friend while you have sex.”
I stroked my chin. “How realistic do I have to be? I mean, I’m not going to get tattooed or shave my head.”
Veronica laughed. “No worries there. You just have to dress up. His best friend is a priest.”
Okay, now I could see why the client wanted a substitute lover. Poor bastard, I thought. I’d been raised Catholic myself, and I felt for him.
At least I could give him a night he would never forget.
Adult readers only! This 7.000 word story contains contains explicit gay sexual situations. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Veronica had briefed me thoroughly, and yet I was still nervous as I entered the elevator to our client’s penthouse. I’d never impersonated a priest before.
It felt vaguely sacrilegious. Not that I was a particularly devout Catholic or anything, just raised that way. And if I’m honest: that feeling of sacrilege also made the whole thing feel pretty hot.
Heck, I was already into tonight’s scene in a big way, and I hadn’t even put on the cassock yet.
We were going the whole hog with the role play, and in my sports bag I carried a nice ankle-length classic black priest’s cassock all folded up, along with the other accoutrements. There was even a rosary.
I had plans for that rosary, and they didn’t include praying.
