DOUBLE TROUBLE

"Hi, I'm Sean and the tall dark and handsome with me is Marco."

I couldn't believe my luck, they actually looked as good as their photos from the back of the gay magazine. I stepped back from the doorway. "Please, come in. Can I offer you guys a drink?"

"Yeah, soda or juice, we don't drink nothin' stronger when we're working," Sean said as he glanced around the room. He and his partner moved on in to the sofa area. "We'll just sit out here while we get the business out of the way."

I returned from the kitchen bearing a silver tray with our glasses, sodas for my guests and a gin and tonic for me. "I hope you guys don't mind if I have a drink, I'm a little nervous about all this."

"Yeah, Rick, is it? You just go right ahead and get real relaxed. That's what we're here for, we do all the work," Sean said as he glanced over at his partner. "Isn't that right, Marco?" Marco just smiled, didn't say a word.

"Well, like I said, we got to do the business first. You know you're gettin' the special - $150.00 for both of us. First time only price. You drive a hard bargain, Rick, two for the price of one. And no checks, like I said, we only do cash."

"That's no problem," I responded, "Do you want me to pay you first?"

"Yeah, that's the way it goes, Rick, we get paid first. You're going to love what we got for you, you'll be calling us back real soon. Isn't that right, Marc?" Marco just smiled again, didn't say anything.

"I'll just step into the bedroom for a minute, be right back," I promised. As I closed the bedroom door and walked in to the adjoining closet to get my previously stashed wallet, I almost danced a jig. That Marco was one hot number. I wouldn't care if Sean left us alone and stayed out in the living room. In fact, I might even suggest it, if I was't afraid of queering the whole deal.

"Here you go, Sean, $150.00, just like we agreed."

He eagerly counted the crisp bills and carefully folded them to slip into his front pocket. He must have been reading my mind as he suggested, "Marc, go on in the bedroom with Rick here and show him what you got. You're going to love this, Rick, you ain't seen anything as big as Marco here." He grinned slyly and lowered himself back onto the sofa. He spread his legs apart to show the hardening package in his own jeans. "You two go on in there, I'll be in to join you in a few."

Marco took my hand and led me into the bedroom, pushing me down on edge of the mattress. He took both my hands and guided them to his slim waist, "Here, undress me," he whispered sweetly, bending over and brushing the top of my hair with his lips.

I needed no further persuasion as I eagerly undid the buttons on his 501's. "Oh. my God," I breathed as his thickening cock sprang out of it's confinement. "A person could die trying to take that big thing." I leaned back on the bed. "I guess I could just hold it and admire it," I said kiddingly.

"Just lay back, Rick, let me take care of you," Marco responded softly. "Now it's my turn to undress you."

As Marco carefully unbuttoned my jeans, I looked into his big brown eyes and felt an instant attraction, far beyond the sexual encounter. "Marco, I could get to like you real easy."

"Don't say that, Rick, remember this is business, I'm just here to make you happy for a little while. Then I have to go."

"Yes, I was afraid you'd say that. Is Sean your boyfriend? Is that the problem?"

"No questions, Rick, just relax and let me please you, slow and easy."

A little while later as Marco and I were quietly lying together on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, Sean strode into the room. "Hey, Rick, how'd you like my boy Marc?" he asked. "I can see he took real special care of you, looks pretty cozy in here to me."

"Yeah, he's a special kind of guy, all right." I looked longingly at Marco's smoothly flawless sundarkened skin.

"Well, if you're up to it, round two is ready to start, this is a tag team, you know."

"If it's all the same to you, Sean, I'll think I'll have to pass on round two. Marco took everything I've got."

Sean just smirked and said, "He does have a lot of talent. No problem with me, Rick, we'll do it again anytime. I'll just let you boys get yourself together and I'll wait outside."

As Marco got up and slowly dressed, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "Would it be possible for just the two of us to get together, Marco? Could you come back by yourself and spend some time alone with me?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to be alone with anyone."

"Is he your boyfriend? ...lover? ... what's he got over you, Marco?"

"I'm sorry, we've got to go now. You call Sean anytime you want to see us, he has to make the appointments."

As I walked them to the door, I could hear the telephone ringing in the bedroom. "Okay, Marco, Sean, you'll hear from me real soon, I had a great time." I smiled wistfully up at Marco as they disappeared through the door.

I ran into the bedroom, catching the phone too late. No one was there.

-PART II-

It was the shock of the week as I opened the door to a quiet but insistant knocking. It was Marco.

"Hi, Rick, I hope you meant what you said..."

"...that I wanted to see you alone," I finished for him. "Of course, Marco, what a beautiful surprise."

"I wanted to be with you, but couldn't say anything before, Sean is very controlling."

"You never explained to me last week, is Sean your lover, or what?"

"No questions, please, just let me be with you." He looked at me searchingly.

"Of course, whatever you want."

"Then let's go into your bedroom," he led me by the hand, taking control, leading me once again to the edge of the mattress where he pushed me down. "Take my clothes off, please." Once again he placed my hands on his slim waist, more insistant this time, almost desperately so. I really didn't need any encouragement.

"Oh, Marco, you're so beautiful," I moaned as I took his thickening member deep into my eager mouth.

He fell on top of me, pushing deeper into my throat as he lay over me. "Take it all, Rick, get me off now," he insisted as he thrust in and out with ever quickening motions. He came quickly, filling me with his sweet nectar. "Oh, that feels so good. Don't pull away," he ordered as he turned over on his side, pulling me with him, keeping my mouth on him. He held on to me tightly as he shuddered with the aftershock of his explosion.

"Oh, Marco," I managed to moan as I burrowed my nose into his rich pubic curls.

We lay in this postion for several long moments. Finally, Marco lifted my face to his and kissed my mouth deeply.

"I've got to go. Sean doesn't know I'm here, thinks I'm out window shopping, or something." He got up off the bed and slowly started dressing. "Did you like that, Rick? Do you want to see me again?"

"I think I'm going to fall in love with you!" I exclaimed.

"Please, don't say that. We hardly know each other yet. Let's just take it easy for a while," he smiled sweetly as he once again took me by the hand and led me out to the living room.

"When can I see you again - alone, of course?" I looked over at him with longing in my eyes.

"It's not going to be easy to get away from Sean, but I'll try." He looked away for a moment. "I'm working on getting my own car. It'll be easier to slip away to see you. A doctor friend of mine is paying for an old used car, but it runs, that's all I need."

I brightened up immediately. "That'll be great, but who is this guy, another one of your customers, another lover?"

"No, nothing like that, just an old family friend. Don't worry. Are you jealous or something?" He smiled shyly. "You know what I do for a living."

"I was just hoping I could be your special boyfriend."

"We'll see. I've got to get going. Have to figure out how to come up with the money to get my license tag and transfer the title. Sean keeps track of all the money. He can't know about this car thing or he'll never let me out of his sight again."

"Wait, maybe I could help. Sort of a loan or something. How much do you need?"

"No. I couldn't let you do that, I'd need about $200.00. I'll get it somehow."

"Marco, don't be stubborn, let me help. Someday you can pay me back." I went back into the bedroom and checked my wallet. Not nearly enough. "Come on, I'll drive you home and we'll make a quick stop at the ATM on the way."

"Well, if you insist, Rick," he took my hand and pulled me toward the door.

Once again, the telephone in the bedroom started ringing. "Forget it, Rick, let's get going, I don't want Sean to get suspicious."

-PART III-

Opening the front door, I was met with, "Rick, I'm so exhausted. Can we just relax and hold each other for awhile?" It was Marco. He led me into my bedroom and immediately undressed, dropping all his clothing on the floor.

Lying there in all his tanned glory, he invited, "Get undressed and join me in bed, let's just relax awhile. Sean has been working me too much, I'm exhausted."

I needed no further enticement, as I joined him. Nestling into his arms I murmured, "Marco, I want to be someone special to you, not just another customer. Could we ever hope to have a relationship, you and me?"

He sat up suddenly and said, almost indignantly, "I told you, Rick, I have to work for a living. Sean looks after the money and takes care of my bills. I can't mess that up. Besides, I can still get away to see you almost anytime, as soon as I get the car business settled."

"Please, Marco, just relax and hold me, I'm sorry I said anything."

He settled back on the bed and encircled me once again with his arms, his body pressing warmly into mine. "No, I'm sorry, Rick, I didn't mean to snap at you, you've been so good to me."

As we lay there quietly, I could feel him relaxing, his arms gradually falling away. I detected a gentle snoring. Turning slightly to face him, I could see that his eyes were closed, he was sleeping.

"Marco, are you awake?" He responded with a gentle snoring, Looking so sweet and innocent, his mouth slightly open as he slept on, I couldn't resist touching him. My mouth gently traveled from a brief kiss on his downy cheek, downward across his smooth chest to the light dusting of fine hair marking the path to his quietly slumbering cock. Taking it slowly into my mouth, I could feel it growing, filling me with sweet warmth.

"Rick, keep that up and you'll never get rid of me," Marco murmured.

Of course, I couldn't reply - I was busy bringing him to a quick climax.

"Don't stop, Rick, swallow it all," he shuddered as he pushed my head further down over him.

Marco rolled over to straddle my face between his legs, forcing his way into the back of my throat. Thrust after thrust brought a stream of sweet milky liquid which I greedily swallowed. Finally, breathless, I had to pull away.

"What a way to go, Marco, if I have to die, let it be from strangling on your gorgeous cock!"

"If I don't get going, you and I are both going to die from being beaten to death by Sean." He sat up slowly and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "Got to get dressed and get out of here."

"Marco, what is this power that Sean has over you? Maybe I can help if you'll just trust me."

"The only way you can help me now is loan me some money for the car insurance. I found out I need to start the policy first, before I can register the car and get the license tag."

He turned away and continued dressing as I sat there and pondered his new request for money. "How much would you need for this insurance policy?"

"About three hundred would get it started and cover the first quarter of payments. I'd probably be able to handle it after that, by slipping some of my money aside and hiding it. Maybe I could give it to you for safekeeping - so Sean wouldn't find it."

"You would trust me with your money, Marco?"

"Of course, Rick, since you've been so good to me, helping me along with all this expense."

"Okay, let's both get dressed. We'll run past the bank as I drop you off at home."

Marco turned to me with his sweet smile, hugging me gratefully as he whispered into my ear, "I think I love you, Rick."

-PART IV-

"Well, my dear, it's about time you answered your phone. I've been trying to call you for days."

"Hello, Bradley, it's nice to hear from you, too!"

"Rick, we need to talk before you do anything foolish and call one of those escorts you were telling me about. I've got a bit of gossip about those two you seemed interested in."

"Oh, Bradley, not to worry. Been there, done that."

"Just what do you mean, my dear? What have you done now?"

"I met the most fabulous young man, his name is Marco, and I think I'm falling in love with him."

"Don't tell me this Marco is one of the escorts. I've been trying to warn you , those two are trouble, double trouble."

"There goes my front door bell, that's probably him now. I've got to go, Bradley, I'll call you later, ta ta!"

"Why, Sean, what are you doing here?" I exclaimed as I pulled the front door open.

"Well, Rick, it's like this, you been messin' around with my boy Marc behind my back. That ain't part of the deal. You want to have sex with Marc, you gotta pay for it. He belongs to me. Now I figure you've seen him a couple of times that I know of. I guess I could settle for about five hundred. And that'll be cash. Remember I don't take checks. Guess you'll need a little time to get it together, huh? What say I come back around seven tonight? You're a nice lookin' guy, Rick, I'd hate to see anything happen to you, if you get my meaning." With that, he glanced around the room and slammed out the front door.

"Bradley, it's me, Rick. What was that you were saying earlier about trouble? I think I'm in it up to my eyebrows!"

"I tried to tell you, my dear, those two escorts you were interested in are real con men. They've been working some kind of scam. One of them comes on strong with a guy, makes him fall for him, then asks for money for various phony reasons. What do you mean, are you in trouble with these guys?"

"I think I'm going to get the hell beat out of me if I don't pay off to this Sean, the so-called manager of Marco. He just left here, threatening me if I don't pay him five hundred dollars. He must have found out about me and Marco, we've been seeing a lot of each other."

"Oh, Rick, you've really done it this time! Well don't expect me to loan you the money, my dear, I'm not a rich man you know."

"No it's not about the money, I can pay him, but what do I do to get him to leave me and Marco alone? You being the creative theatrical type, I thought you might have some ideas."

"Compliments will get you everywhere, however, I'm not sure about the 'theatrical' remark."

"Look, Bradley, I haven't much time, Sean said he was coming back at seven tonight."

"Well hold on to your skirts, child, let your big sister think for a minute. Hmmm...I think I may have a plan. Here's what you can do..."

Promptly at seven, the front door rattled from the loud knocking. "Rick, you in there? It's me- Sean!"

"Oh, Sean, I'm sorry you rushed over here for nothing, I don't have your money together just yet..."

"What are you talkin' about, Rick, we had a deal? You got Marc for a few 'dates' and I got five large comin' my way. That's the deal, Rick, now pay up."

"I don't have that much in my checking, I've got to transfer from a money market, takes twenty-four hours for the cash to come into my account. So I thought by way of an apology, I might throw a little cocktail party for you and Marco, introduce you to a few of my friends. Some of them are older and pretty well off. Might be some good contacts for you two. I imagine you could line up a few 'jobs', enjoy a few drinks, and I'll have your cash for you."

"Well, I don't know about the drinks, like I said, interferes with the work, you know."

"Come on, Sean, I owe it to you. You bring Marco here tomorrow night, it's a Friday, you'll both be my guests of honor. What do you say?"

"Okay, Rick, we'll be here, but you better have the cash. Don't try any funny stuff."

-PART V-

"I'm sorry to be so early, Rick, but I wanted to go over this plan with you before the 'targets' arrive."

"Hi, Bradley come on in, I'll fix you a drink first. Stoli on the rocks as usual?"

"Of course, my dear, your big sister needs to be well fortified to pull this one off."

"I'm setting the bar up in the kitchen, come on out with me, we'll talk."

"Now remember, Rick, the key phrase for tonight is 'divide and conquer', I'll keep Sean busy, intoducing him to all your friends and you keep Marco out in the kitchen where you can keep your eyes on him. Whatever, you do, don't let them get together or it won't work."

"Don't worry about me, my eyes are always on Marco, I think I'm in love with him."

"He may be using you, just like Sean, so don't get too attached until we find out."

"There goes the door, I think our first guests have arrived. You go answer it, Bradley, while I finish up in here."

As I was working at the bar, mixing a half dozen drink requests, a warm body pressed up against my back. Two hands slipped down to my crotch and started rubbing through my clothing. "Ooh, is it anyone I know?" I asked coyly.

"It may be your new boyfriend," was the mysterious reply.

I whirled around, "Oh, Marco, do you mean it? Are we going to be boyfriends?"

"Maybe. We'll see."

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "I do love you, please stay with me."

"Like I said before, Sean takes care of me, of my needs."

Bradley breezed into the kitchen chirping happily, "Don't you two make a magnifient couple. Now hurry up with the drinks, girl, I still got work to do out there in the living room."

"Marco, please stay in here for now and help me, I'm getting a little behind in these drink orders."

"Sure, Rick, I aim to please, that's my job, you know." He knelt behind the bar, drawing my crotch into his face. Slowly lowering my zipper, he eased my growing cock out of it's confinement. His warm breath and moist lips quickly brought me to a full, raging hard-on. He worked his mouth back and forth slowly. In seconds I felt the electric shock pulsating through my whole body as I came into his eager throat. I grabbed hold of the edge of the bar for support just as the kitchen door opened. It was Bradley again.

"Hurry up with those drinks, my dear. What's taking you so long?"

"I'm cumming, Bradley, be right there!"

Leaving Marco in the kitchen to finish the drinks, I slipped into the living to see how our plan was working. "Bradley, what's up with Sean?"

"I think Miss Sean has found his match. Your friend over there in the corner with all the gold jewelry is making a big play and Sean is drinking in every word."

"Oh, that's Glenn. You're right, he's perfect for Sean - big mouth, big bank account and big...you know what!"

"You better get back in the kitchen and keep your new honey busy, I'll stay out here and fuel the fire as much as I can."

An hour later, the cocktail chatter started to die down as the guests, having reached their drink limits, gradually excused themselves and departed. Sean and Glenn were still fawning over each other in the corner of the the living room. So far, our plan was working.

As I approached Glenn with his refill, he turned to me, "Rick, my dear, I want to thank you for introducing me to this handsome young man. He has just agreed to fly up to New York with me. We're going out to my place on Fire Island for the week. It is the height of the season you know."

I was too stunned to answer, but Glenn could talk enough for two people.

"You know I like them 'rough'," Glenn winked at me.

I retreated to the kitchen, wishing for a miracle.

"Yo, Rick," Sean pushed open the swinging door into the kitchen. "I need you to look after my boy Marc for a while. He likes you and I'm going to be busy with your buddy Glenn out there."

"But Sean," Marco protested, "how about my needs?"

"I'm sure Rick here can get your stuff for you, won't you, Rick! I'll even leave you the five hundred, you're gonna need it."

Marco looked over at me, "Will you take care of me Rick... please?"

I pulled him into my arms giving him a grateful hug, "I'll always be here for you Marco. Let me just see our guests to the front door and then we'll get your stuff and bring it back here."

As I walked Glenn and Sean to the front door, I pulled Sean aside and whispered, "What's the story here, Sean, how many clothes can he have to move?"

"Whoa, Rick boy," Sean chuckled, "we're not talking about clothes."

"What's this stuff he's talking about?"

"His drugs, Ricky boy, ole' Marc's got a fifty to a hundred buck a day habit. You think that cash he got off you was for a car, hell no, that was daily upkeep for him. Now you take good care of my boy in case this thing with Glenn doesn't work out. If things go okay and big Glenn antes up, I may not need Marc anymore, and you can keep him."

As I closed the door on the two departing guests, Bradley looked over at me, "My dear, you look pale as a ghost, what's the matter, are you ill?"

"Oh, Bradley, I'm really in trouble now, I think I just got my wish!"