The end of the working week was usually a time when stress levels were high and people needed to unwind. At least, that was the reason why Ste was in bed with Kevin. The older man wanted relief from the daily shit he put up with. He had called Ste earlier in the day saying he couldn't wait to see him and that Ste would be 'just what the doctor ordered'.

So they met up and a drizzle of small talk over drinks (non-alcoholic for Ste) led to a roll in the hay.

Kevin collapsed on top of Ste panting harshly and shuddering uncoordinatedly as he climaxed. Ste felt the dampness of his skin, the goose pimples and the tremble but he could not share in the elation, joy and temporary loss of control that came with cumming.

He lay on his back with his legs parted to accommodate Kevin's large frame. He was naked except for the remains of his torn t-shirt clinging to his chest. His hands were tied to the bed and he was blindfolded.

Kevin had been rougher with him this evening than he normally was. Ste assumed reasons included crap at work, a nagging ex-wife and spoilt adult children who behaved like trust fund kids.

That must have been why he had been so brusque to make Ste consider using the safe word because the lad had never voluntarily reached his upper limit pain threshold like he had tonight.

The role-playing may have gone a little too far.

Kevin quickly took Ste out of his constraints and whipped his blindfold off. He looked down at the lad incredulously.

"That was fucking incredible." He said breathlessly.

Ste smiled and said. "Yeah. I know."

He automatically wrapped his legs around Kevin's sizable waist, just about able to link his ankles behind the other man's back and cocked his head back to stare up at the intricate cornicing of the ceiling.

The bigger man kissed a wet path over his collarbone, neck and up the angle of his jaw as he ruminated over how he preferred this hotel room to the one they had done it in a week ago.

"I like this room better than last week's." He said as he felt Kevin's hands wander lazily over his body.

"It's the same hotel." The older man mumbled while nuzzling against Ste "The rooms are identical."

They weren't but Ste let it slide.

Kevin was used to spending his cash and living in wealth. He didn't look at the detail in the opulent surrounds he existed in because he was used to them. They didn't fascinate him. Not the way they intrigued Ste.

He sighed when Kevin licked a nipple then worried the area just above it, coming off the bed at the feel of the older man's tongue on him like he craved the touch.

He knew he looked convincing because Kevin said,

"You like that?"

"Yeah."

"Did you like this?" Kevin growled into his ear as his fingers dug into Ste's already bruised hips causing the young man to bite back a wince.

"Um hum." Ste mumbled through clenched teeth, bearing the pain.

"You liked the spanking?" Kevin demanded breathlessly.

"Yes." Ste sighed.

"Because you are a dirty little boy."

"Yes."

"Did you like it when I fucked you?" Kevin nibbled at his ear and caressed his hand lightly and teasingly down Ste's body.

"Always."

Ste couldn't help a small gasp of pain when Kevin's hands gripped his bright red sore arse cheeks to push their hips together.

"You okay?" Kevin asked in concern.

"Yeah." But he wasn't and it was ridiculous to lie to Kevin. They had known each other a few months now. He deserved the truth.

"Actually no, Kev. I'm a bit sore. You went a little crazy there."

Kevin looked suitably mortified.

"But it was still totally hot." Ste said, purring out the words so that they were like auditory honey. Like calamine lotion on a nettle sting designed to make Kevin feel better.

His hands felt the soft contours of middle-aged skin. "But I should go now. You've got to get ready to pick up your daughter... and you're suffocating me so-"

"Shit!" Kevin gasped as he looked at the bedside clock.

Friday evening. Six pm. His daughter was flying into Liverpool International from France in an hour and staying with him for a few days.

He quickly got off Ste and jumped off the hotel bed with more grace than could be expected from someone of his considerable size. "Shit! Shit!"

He grabbed a towel and rushed to the en-suite bathroom keeping the door open and jumping into the shower in no time. He spoke loudly to Ste over the sound of water hitting ceramic.

"Fuck! I'm going to be late!"

"You'll be fine. Just say that your last business meeting of the day overran." Ste called back as he gingerly sat up and traced the cum on his chest and stomach with a finger. "You've made a right mess of me."

"Did I? Sorry. I got carried away. I didn't mean to blow all over you."

"It's okay but I'll have to-"

"Yeah. Yeah. You don't have to tell me."

Ste could hear the splatter of water, the slap of a wash cloth on skin and the hum of an unrecognisable tune from Kevin.

He really wanted to clean up but the thought of sharing the space with Kevin held no appeal. The bigger man would probably block all the water from him. So Ste settled back into the bed and studied the ceiling of the room once again.

As strange as it might seem given the context he thought of his children. Just two of them but they were his world. He hoped that one day they would be able to take posh cornicing and high ceilings for granted in a way their father couldn't. That they wouldn't want for anything because they deserved so much more than he was currently able to give them.

He did not look down at his body as he traced over his sore body; all caused by Kevin's firm grip and slaps during sex. His fingers touched the frayed edges of his t-shirt and it reminded him of how Kevin had torn off his underwear and ripped his t-shirt to shreds. It was a t-shirt that he loved because Amy had given it to him for his twenty-first birthday present.

Bloody Kevin.

The older man walked back into the room dripping a trail of water while he used an inadequately sized towel to dry his hair.

"Alright, sexy?" He winked at Ste. Then he laughed his familiar guttural bark. "Shit on a stick!"

He pointed at Ste's shirt as it hung off the younger man's slim frame, unknowingly rubbing salt into the wound when he said,

"Did I do that?"

Ste nodded and slowly got out of bed wincing only slightly at the discomfort he felt. "Yeah. You'll have to take it a little easier on me next time, yeah?"

Ste liked Kevin. Despite his preference for rough sex, the man was actually a bit of sweet heart. Still Ste had to know that he was safe in Kevin's hands and not be frightened at the prospect of seeing him again.

Kevin walked up to Ste; a naked jiggle of blubber, dark course body hair and limp spent cock. He grabbed Ste's chin between his thumb and forefinger to force the lad to look at him then said,

"Hey, next time I am a little too rough tell me to stop, yeah? I don't want you hurting. I mean, it has to be a good kind of hurt. If it's not let me know." He leaned in to give Ste a gentle kiss then whispered, "Okay?"

Ste nodded.

Kevin gave him a sly smile. He looked at Ste's chest and said, "You don't understand how fucking hot you look like that. Covered in my cum."

"You're a right romantic, ain't ya?" Ste said cockily but he went with it. It paid to keep Kevin sweet.

So rather than running off to the shower straight away he stayed put and gave Kevin a grin.

"You know it." Kevin got dressed quickly. "Okay. I've got to go but the room is paid for tonight so you may as well enjoy it. Easy on the mini-bar, internet and pay-per-view though or I'll be deducting."

Dressed in trousers and shirt he reached for his suit jacket and put it on.

"Okay." Ste stepped in closer to Kevin, into his personal space, gave him a bold determined look and reached for the man's cock through his clothes. He licked his lips showing Kevin he was happy with what he found and then pulled his hand away.

It was a move designed to make Kevin feel desired and, as anticipated, it had the desired effect.

Kevin was putty in Ste's hands.

"Well maybe you can order room service and watch a movie or whatever you fancy."

"Thanks, Kev." Ste replied with a smile. "You are amazing."

Kevin laughed then. "God, you are good at this, aren't you? You know just what to tell a man to make him feel good."

Kevin was CEO of a packaging company with a huge turnover and a net worth that made him obscenely affluent.

"Nobody has your touch, Caden." Kevin put on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and briefcase. "Same time next week?"

Ste smiled as he walked Kevin to the door of the hotel room, unashamed of his nakedness. For a second he was struck by how different they were at that moment on a purely superficial level.

Fat/thin. Older/younger. Dressed/naked. Clean/dirty. And yet they had a simpatico. They both took and received from each other.

"Can't wait." He said.

Kevin started to close the door then stopped and grinned, "Oh yeah. Nearly forgot."

He reached into his wallet and took out a huge wodge of twenty pound notes. He carefully counted them and placed them into Ste's waiting palm.

"There you go. As always, worth every last pound."

"Thank you, Kev. See you next week."

{~}

Caden:

Escort currently serving: Chester, Liverpool

Phone number: 07********9.

21 year old. Slim but toned. Friendly. A bit shy. A bit naughty. Very discreet. Open minded and open to role play including boyfriend. Available for companionship, dinners, travel partnering. Professional. Satisfaction 100% guaranteed. See pictures.

Only serving Chester and Liverpool areas.

Weight: 10st 3oz

Height: 5 ft 9 in

Body hair: Smooth

Build: Lean/swimmer

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown

Foreskin: Uncut

Cock size: 7 in

Safe sex: Always safe

Sexual position: Versatile

Sexual orientation: Gay

Smoking : Non-smoking

Alcohol: Light-moderate

Drugs : You can

Tastes: Oral, Anal, Vanilla, Kissing, Role-playing, Spanking

Talents: Massage, Stripping, Travel companion

Overnight rate: £1000

Out/In rate: £250

Weekend rate: Ask me for details

{~}

Brendan scanned the profile that was up on his computer tablet. He looked through a few others but kept coming back to the same one.

Caden.

Intriguing. His profile was different to the others. More professional. Polished. But it didn't end there. It was less aggressive but no less confident.

Brendan hovered the arrow over the close icon of the profile.

To hire or not to hire? That was the question.

There were times in life when a man's needs got to a point where they needed to be satisfied one way or another. Brendan had reached that point tonight. He had gone nearly three months without any action and he needed release. It wasn't just about sexual frustration. It was about work and Walker doing his fucking head in. And the Irishman needing to let off some steam through a pressure valve... a cute, preferably flexible, human pressure valve.

Sure he could go out into Chester and play the game. Cat and mouse. Seduce and entice. Divide and conquer. But Brendan wasn't in the mood for the song and dance that came with trying to hook up on a busy Friday night in the bustling town. He had neither the time nor the inclination to buy into the prevailing gay culture of preening, flirtation, scoping the talent and balancing who you fancied against who you felt you could realistically get. It had a tired, jaded and almost desperate feel to it. Out on the pull again and again and again.

Brendan could go out and watch from the sidelines as men and women bought drinks or had them bought for them until some eventually slipping off into bed with a stranger because their drug-addled or alcohol-fuelled brain had beautified, intellectualised or glorified their average Joe conquest into a demigod or goddess. Proceed to fumbling, awkward unsatisfying potentially unsafe sex followed by shame, awkwardness, pregnancy and health scares when the beer goggles came off in the morning.

The shocking misjudgement and misstep of the previous night would be revealed in the cold light of day.

No. Brendan didn't have time for that shit. He needed a cleaner solution to his desires and needs tonight. He needed someone to make him forget his problems, not bring in another crateful.

He hadn't used this escorting website before. It looked like an independent venture. But he had used escorts before. Twice. On both occasions he was still married to Eileen and he had been away on business. Running both to and from the truth about himself.

Now he owned who he was. He was never going to be a gay crusader but he knew that men did it for him.

Simple.

Tonight he wasn't asking for much. Just a decent blowjob and maybe an erotic massage with a happy ending from a nice looking guy.

He picked up his phone and rang the number at the top of profile page. It took several rings before someone picked up.

{~}

Ste was freshly showered but hadn't bothered to dry himself, preferring instead to wrap himself up in one of the hotel's courtesy soft white bathrobes. He had decided that Kevin was right. He might as well stay overnight and relax especially since there was no one at home waiting for him.

So having ordered room service he was now enjoying watching an action movie when he heard his work phone go off.

I reached for it while muting the volume on the television.

"Hello. Caden here. How can I help you?"