San Francisco
Part 33

“Janelle’s Escorts,” Pop said as he read the ads in the phone book after we’d returned to the hotel room. “Be pampered, tempted and tantalized by our beautiful and discreet ladies.”

“Ladies? Ladies? Fucking hell, Pop! I’m a teen!”

“I’m afraid they don’t have girls your age working in escort agencies. How about this one? Girls on the Avenue. Class you won’t surpass. Sensuality and hospitality. Service of the highest quality. Fetishes catered for.”

“Fetishes? What kinda fetishes?”

“Leather, rubber, chains, fishnet stockings… I don’t know, Daniel. I don’t have any fetishes.”

“Yeah, right. Wanna bet?” I laughed. “Actually, you’d look pretty hot in fishnet stockings. Anyway, this whole thing is beginning to sound like a bad idea. A woman? What the fuck do I know about women?”

“Your mom doesn’t seem to scare Andy.”

“That’s different. He was married before. He’s an adult. Been there, done that a zillion times. Hey, I think I’d better have something stronger than a beer.”

“If you’re drunk – even a little tipsy – she’ll think you’re a wuss. Save the stronger stuff for afterwards. Anyway, which agency do you want me to call? You can’t phone them ‘cause your voice sounds too young. Besides, you don’t have a credit card.”

“Whatever. Just try and get someone young; maybe eighteen or nineteen or something. Hey! What are you gonna tell them about me?”

“Nothing. She can find that out when she gets here. Meantime, I’ll let the agency think that I’m the customer. When she arrives, I’ll go downstairs to the lobby and escort her here.”

“What if she’s ugly?”

“She won’t be. Not as ugly as me, at least.”

Pop phoned Janelle’s and kept it simple. He was from outa town and wanted some company for an hour. When he put the phone down, I asked him how old she was.

“Twenty two. At least that’s what they told me. She’s blonde, 5’ 5”, and buxom. And her name is Rose. Anyway, I’d better put on a jacket and tie. She’ll be in the lobby in about 20 minutes.”

“So what am I gonna wear? How’s a dude supposed to dress for an occasion like this?”

“You’re forever getting naked at every opportunity, Daniel. What’s so different about this situation? You’ll be naked eventually, anyway. Besides, it’ll all be over in an hour or so. It’s not like a life sentence.”

“It will be if I fuck it up. Jeez, Pop, I’m getting seriously nervous.”

“Just be yourself,’ he chuckled, messing up my blonde locks. “And you look just fine the way you are, dressed in a t and shorts. Actually, you’d look better with the t tied around your waist.”

“Bare-chested?”

“Why not?”

“She’ll think I’m… I’m trying to hit on her or something.”

“She’ll be hitting on you, Daniel,” the old dude smiled. “She’s an escort, remember. That’s what she’s paid to do.”

“But she’ll be expecting a man, not a bare-chested teen who doesn’t even shave yet. I don’t even have hairs in my pits yet!”

“I don’t think she’ll be complaining, Daniel. I certainly wouldn’t be… if I were her, that is.”

I watched the door close behind Pop, then started to freak. Aaaagggghhhhh! After-shave lotion! Yeah, then she’d think I’d just shaved or something. I checked my face in the bathroom mirror. No zits. Whew! OK, just a little one, but I soon squeezed the hell outa that. *Splat!* Then I used some of Pop’s after shave on my face, and a bit more in my pits. Huh? Woolworth’s Home Brand? What a fucking cheapskate!

Hmmm, now the question was, how was I gonna approach her? “Why, howdy, ma’am.” Nope, not deep enough. “Why, howdy, ma’am.” Fucking hell. I sounded like a kid trying to sound like a man. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything at all. Just kinda nod and smile when Pop introduced me to her. So I practised nodding and smiling for a while in the mirror ‘til I got it right.

Shit! 5 minutes to go. I remembered what Kyle had told me about his first time. She was a prostitute that his buddy Paul had organized for him. ‘She said that I was fucking like a weasel,’ he told me. ‘Is that like a ferret or something?’ So I’d have to make sure I was like Mr Totally Cool Casual; like I’d done it a thousand times before. Ho hum, just another chick. Yeah, right. I was shaking already. Maybe just one nip of bourbon.

I went to the bar fridge and poured a nip. Nope, make that two. Gulp. Fucking hell! That stuff BURNS! Toothpaste! Can’t be smelling like a fucking brewery when she arrives. Brush, brush, brush. Rinse, spit. Check the pearlies. Yep, shiny and sparkling. Then I breathed into my hand and smelt my breath. Mint. Cool.

1 minute to go. The TV! I’ll tune in a news program or something… make her think I’m kinda intelligent and mature for my age. That’ll do. Some boring old dude talking about the economy.

What next? Too late. I heard the key in the lock. I’d only just made it to the easy chair, pretending to be watching the tube, when Rose and Pop entered the room.

“Daniel?” I heard Pop say. “I’d like you to meet someone.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, Pop. I was kinda engrossed in this program about the state of the economy.”

“It’s the state of my personal economy you should be more concerned about, Daniel. The Rose’s of this world don’t come cheap. That’s c-o-m-e, by the way.”

I stood, then approached Rose as Pop introduced me. She was kinda cute looking, which surprised me, and had a really friendly smile. Not like I’d anticipated at all. I figured she’d be sorta hard-faced or something. But no. Then I found myself staring at her plunging neckline and cleavage. Hell, a dude could almost climb in there and disappear.

I extended my hand and shook hers. “Pleased to meet you.”

“And now if you’ll excuse me,” Pop said, “I have an appointment with a few scotchs downstairs at the bar. It’s OK, Daniel, I’ve explained everything to Rose.”

“Everything? Hey, Pop?” Too late. He’d already closed the door behind him. “Uh… can I get you a drink?” I asked Rose.

“Nothing alcoholic. I don’t drink on the job.”

“Job? What…? Oh……… yeah……… job,” I smiled nervously. Then I searched the bar fridge. “Coke, lemon soda, orange juice…”

“Lemon will be fine.”

“So what did Pop tell you?” I asked as I poured her drink.

“Well, he didn’t tell me that you were interested in the economy,” she grinned. “How about a little music instead of the tube?”

“Music? Fine. I’ll turn on the radio. Oops! Better turn off the TV first. What kinda music do you like?”

“Nothing too complicated.”

“So what did Pop actually tell you?” I asked as I searched for a music station that was kinda laid back.

“That you’re a little confused about yourself.”

When I turned around, Rose had slipped her shoulder straps down so that her boobs were practically leaping outa her dress. “Confused? About what? Hey, I don’t tell Pop everything about myself, y’know. He’s an old dude and you know what old dudes are like. They freak about stuff. Mind if I get myself a drink?” I thought about another bourbon, but then decided on a beer.

“Freak about what?” Rose sat on the couch and patted the vacant spot next to her. Hint, hint.

“Sex and stuff. Pop thinks I’m inexperienced.” I said as I sat beside her.

“Are you?” Her free hand was already on my knee.

“Me? No way!”

“Maybe you can teach me a few things.”

“Teach?” I paused a moment to take a couple of swigs of beer while avoiding her eyes. “Dunno about that. Hey, most of the… uh… girls I have sex with are… well, y’know, kinda young and… well, they don’t know a whole bunch of stuff.”

“They’ve got very good taste.”

“They do?”

“You’re a very attractive young man.”

“Young … man?”

“My eyes popped when I walked into the room and saw you. I thought, “Oh, my God! I don’t believe this!” Most of my clients are… well, not quite up to your standard.”

“You thought Pop was gonna be your client, huh?”

“He’s a lovely man.”

“The coolest.”

“So what would you like to do?”

“Do?” Fucking hell. How was I supposed to answer a question like that? “What did Pop tell you exactly?”

“He mentioned that you’d gone to the Parade today and that you were somewhat confused about your sexual orientation … your future. Are you?” She seemed genuinely concerned.

“I guess.”

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“You’re very pretty.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Sure… only I don’t really know you. You’re… a stranger. I guess I’m kinda nervous.”

“You can get to know me.” And with that, she stood, and slipped off her top, revealing a huge pair of milk-colored boobs with large pink nipples. Then she sat beside me again, took my hand, and placed it on one of her warm, firm tits, while her small hand with its neat manicured and polished nails was rubbing my crotch. “I don’t bite, y’know.” She was almost motherly the way she smiled at me. Kinda caring and considerate.

Dammit. I’ve gotta go through with this, I kept thinking. I’ll never forgive myself if I wuss out. Where was the old Daniel? The dude who flirted and teased and took control? The teen hunk who drove everyone wild with desire? “What kinda guys are you normally with? I mean, what kinda things do they do?”

“Some are wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Some are just lonely and want to talk. I get all kinds. But you’re a first.”

“How come?”

“It’s normally my job to turn someone on, but you’re turning me on.”

“Really? I haven’t done anything yet.”

“OK, so do something. Show me your style.”

“My style? Jeez, you might not like my style, Rose. I’m kinda crazy when I get going. I do stuff like… well, it’s pretty rad. Y’know… teen stuff.”

“So show me.” Somehow she seemed like a young girl about to have her first experience. She made me feel important; as if I were in charge.

I stood, and ditched my shorts and sneakers. And there was I was in all my tanned, muscular glory. Hey, I even had a boner! Just the excitement of showing off my bod was enough to get my seven inches happening. “You like?”

“Veeeeeeery impressive. Come here and let me smell your manhood.” As soon as I was within a few inches of her face, she grabbed my buns and pulled me closer. “Mmmmm. That sexy, warm boy smell. It’s gorgeous!” Then she began to lick my balls while my boy meat rested in her blonde hair. A moment later, my boner was fucking her face, and her hands were reaching up to fondle my pecs. Woohoo! It was happening. I was being turned on! My fears had been replaced by nature doing its thing and taking control. It was no big deal anymore.

“So how did it go?” Pop asked as I was making coffee.

“Totally cool, Pop. No problems at all.”

“You did the dirty deed?”

“Yep. It started out… well, I was a bit nervous at first. But then it kinda got easier, and she was telling me how hot I was and making a big fuss about my bod and all that kinda shit. Then she asked me if I wanted to lay on the bed…”

“Which bed?”

“Hey, don’t freak,” I cracked. “My bed. It was all so natural. I was laying on top of her and…” I paused a moment to stir the coffees and reflect. “It’s different to being with a guy, Pop. Girls are soft with lots of cuddly meaty bits that you kinda sink into… like tits. Anyway, we were kissing and my dick kinda found its own way inside her and it just started happening.”

“Were you wearing a condom?”

“Yeah, she insisted. She was really cool. Not like I thought a prostitute… actually, I don’t like thinking of her as a prostitute. We were more like friends having a nice time. And you know what she said? She said I was the best she’s had. Not the most experienced or anything like that, but the most enjoyable. She said she actually felt guilty about being paid for it. How cool is that?” I took the coffees to the table, and sat in the easy chair opposite Pop. Naked, of course. “Are you proud of me?”

“Have you washed that thing?”

“Not yet. I’ll keep it as a prize for a while longer. You wanna smell it?”

“Spare me! Tell me how you feel.”

“Feel? I dunno. Kinda relieved, I guess. I did it. Hey, I did it, Pop. It’s no biggie any more.”

“So… have you thought more about your sexual orientation?”

“Yeah, and I figure I don’t need one. Like it doesn’t matter. Y’know? I can have sex with whoever I like. It doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or a guy. All I needed to know was whether or not I could do it with a girl, and I can. So I can choose. And when I’m 20-something, I can go either way depending on who I meet. Or maybe even both ways. You know what I’m saying, Pop? I’m not locked in.”

“I think I know what you’re saying. Those concerns you had about ending up like Jerry or Robert or any of the other people we met today don’t concern you any more. You’ll end up being Daniel no matter what.”

“Yeah! Daniel! Daniel, the whole Daniel, and nothing but the Daniel! Woohoo! Hey! Can we order champagne or something? This calls for a celebration, Pop.” Then I gave my semi a bit of a shake. “Hey… you sure you don’t wanna smell it?”

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