SPLASH IN THE POOL
Jack Scribe
Part
11, BRENT’S DECISION
From Part 10:
As he entered the kitchen, Brent stopped dead in
his tracks at the dressed image in front of him. His mouth partially open and
his eyes wide, he approached Doug in his white, short-sleeved Naval Officer’s
summer uniform.
Doug caught the reaction and smiled. “I operate
under a ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ mode until I know the other person. I guess we
can be honest with each other?”
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BRENT’S FLASHBACK CONTINUES
“Yes, very honest.” My composure returned while
advancing to take the offered cup of coffee. After taking a sip, I said, “I
also subscribe to ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell.’ You see, when we are finished here,
I’m driving back to Millington to begin another day as a Petty Officer in an
office. We’re both in the same Navy, Doug…or, should I say Ltjg?”
Doug stopped the cup to his lips mid-air. With a
slight arch of his eyebrow in consideration of this new information, he said,
“Well, I guess we’re both full of surprises.” A small chuckle came out has he
nodded his head and drank from the cup.
“Sir, I’m not sure how to react to this.”
“Sit down, Brent, and grab some cereal. I’m not a
Ltjg right now. I’m just Doug, who had an incredible time last night with a
real nice guy who knows how to please a man.”
“Thanks, ah… Doug.” I sat at the table and poured
milk over the Raisin Bran.
”I figure we got about 15 minutes before we hit the road.” I took a couple of
bites and asked, “I’m not going to get into trouble, am I?” looking at the
cereal.
Doug joined me and fixed his cereal. “Hell, no.
This was a night between two consensual men who enjoy male sex. Is this the way
you see it?”
“Yah, I’ve been active with other guys since the
summer I graduated from high school. Pretty selectively, I might add.”
“OK, then. I’ll be up front. I have no emotional
attachment from our meeting. Just great sex. I do hope that we’ll become
friends.”
“I feel the same way.
Last night was all about fucking fantastic sex. How do an officer and an enlisted man maintain a friendship?”
”On the base, nada. But I’d like to get to know you. I keep this apartment for
nights when I don’t want to drive back to base. My primary residence is the
BOQ.”
“Mine is barracks 3 – D.”
“I have a gut feeling that I can trust you. So, if
you want to use this apartment, I’ll get a key for you. There is an extra
bedroom that’s available. The only thing I ask is that you check with me before
you plan to use it. I have other guests from time to time.
“Other guests?”
“Yes. Listen, we’ve got to shag ass to get back to
base. And, you’ve got to get into uniform.” What say we meet for a burger at
the Navy Exchange in civvies around 6:30 pm…I mean 1830,” Doug said with a
mocking tone. “I’ve got something I
want to discuss with you. By the way, where do you work?”
“The Admiral’s office. I’m the basic go-to guy for
all the shit the Chief doesn’t want to do.”
“OK,
sailor. Let’s hit the road.” With that he drew me into a short embrace and
traded buddy kisses.
We departed in our separate cars, taking the same
route out to Millington. As we pulled through the Main Gate, Doug’s car was
smartly saluted. When I went through, the Marine waved me on with a boring
routine manner.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful. I was
busy cranking out the copious amounts of Navy paperwork that flowed in and out
of Admiral Clifton’s office. At 1715, I split to return to the barracks and
change into civvies for my meeting with Doug. ‘What a weird fucking turn of
events,’ I thought. ‘Good weird.’
Arriving at the Exchange Snack Bar shortly before
our meeting time, I found a table in the corner. Shortly before 1830, I saw the
handsome, medium-complexioned, Italian stallion approach me wearing a
form-fitting polo shirt, khaki pants and Nikes. Standing, I greeted him with an
extended hand.
“Hey, Brent” He grabbed my hand and gripped it
strongly. It was more of a warm press of the flesh than a shake. “Let’s go over
to the counter and order some food.” We
both ordered cheeseburgers and Diet Cokes.
At the table, he said, “I had a chance to reflect
on last night. I really enjoyed it. How about you?”
“Do you even have to ask? You rang my chimes,
Sir.”
“You remember about passing the test?”
“Yah, but I thought that was just ‘after sex’
pillow talk. Wasn’t it?”
“No. This is much more.” Doug looked at me
intently. “I know, for example, that you were in the top third in your high
school class at Sacred Hearts in Queens, and scored 1505 on your combined
SAT’s.” That got my attention. “I know
that your Mother was a TV actress on ‘Guiding Light’ and died when you were
seven. You and your sister were raised by Dad, who played professional baseball
for the Mets before retiring due to a knee injury.”
“Holy fuck, Doug, what’s this all about? What are
you, the CIA?” I felt my stomach tightening.
“Hardly. I’ve got a business proposition for you.
But, I had to check you out first.”
“Did I check out?” I was starting to feel very
uncomfortable.
“I know that you have a spotless police record and
that you did some Ralph Lauren photo print ad layouts while you were in college
two years ago. What I can’t figure out is why you left school and joined the
Navy?”
“OK, Dick Tracy, truth time. Let’s just say that
Dad picked the wrong day to come home early. He found me with my legs in the
air taking my buddy’s dick up the chute.”
I looked down at my partially eaten food. “He ordered me out of the
house that night and cut me off from my college fund. I couldn’t afford to
continue school at Columbia University. I hadn’t applied for a scholarship.”
“Why not find a job?”
“I could have tried to get into modeling full
time. But I really didn’t want to get mixed up with that crowd. Too many drugs
and shit.” Looking at Doug with questioning determination, I continued, “My Dad
became a cop after the baseball career went down the crapper. He always kept me
clear about drugs. I don’t touch them. The Navy was an easy way to find a home
and security…fast. I still keep in touch with my sister.”
“Well, Brent, let’s put this behind you. If you
can be a little creative, let me suggest a way for you to earn a lot of money
on the side. This could give you a nest egg to let you do anything you want
after you leave the Navy.”
”This sounds like something I’m not going to like.” I looked deeply into Doug’s
eyes.
“Oh, I think you’ll like it.” Doug studied Brent
intently. “I’m going to pass on some very confidential information. If what I
say doesn’t appeal to you, promise me that nothing said will ever, I repeat,
ever, be mentioned to anyone else.” Under the table, he squeezed my leg.
“OK. Lay it out.” I looked around and reached
under the table to hold Doug’s hand briefly.
“Your apprehension is justified. If I was thought
what I’m proposing was tainted, I would not be here talking to you.” Doug
paused for reaction. “Basically, I’m inviting you to join me in a very
exclusive male escort organization here in Memphis and elsewhere.”
“Escort? Don’t you mean…?”
Doug cut me off, “…Yah, I sell my services and
talents for an outrageously large amount of money. There are never drugs
involved. I choose what I do and always very safely, and my clients are
pre-screened for me.”
I was fascinated by this admission. “Hmmm, how is
this set up, and what exactly do you do?” I knew that my role in this
enterprise would be similar, if I chose to go forward. This officer was like
the Pied Piper. I was not turned off.
“Well, there is a agent that sets me up with
dates.”
“Pimp?” I interjected.
“Let’s not be crude. At our end of this business,
agent is appropriate.” Doug bit down on his now cold cheeseburger and had a
drink of his Diet Coke. I did the same.
“As an example, pretend that I was your client. By
the way, I’d have to first qualify on various levels to be a client. What you
did to and for me last night would net you $1,000.” Doug waited for a reaction.
My eyes widened as I looked in this angelic stud’s
dark eyes. “Net?”
“Net. The agent takes 1/3 of the gross as a
commission. The 2/3 cut is deposited in your bank account after the engagement
is successfully concluded.” He continued, “Aside from no drugs allowed ever,
there is a strict code concerning what we perform in the way of services. I’m
not naïve, Brent. There are certain other associates, who I do not know, that
can get pretty raunchy and submissive for certain clients. I was hired, not
unlike the contact process you’re going through, to handle a pretty vanilla
society group of wealthy men who like to contract handsome, in-shape,
intelligent males for their sexual satisfaction and are willing to pay a lot of
money for these services.”
“What do you mean ‘contact process’?”
When we met last night, I was really impressed at
the bar. Not only are you incredibly good looking, you have poise, charm, a
sense of humor and a well-honed vocabulary. And, after you so masterfully
commanded my bed, I knew that you had terrific potential to be my backup and
partner. I went through the same thing two years ago. My mentor, however, was a
graduate student at the University.”
“Why find someone else?”
“I am, without a better explanation, over-worked.
I have a product that a lot of clients want. You, I have concluded, are a blond
edition of my M.O. We would be very compatible.” A warm smile crept over his
face.
“What do you mean ‘vanilla’? What would I be
expected to do?”
“First, to command these fees, you must keep your
body in top shape. You’ll be working out at the base gym constantly. And,
except for an occasional glass of wine with dinner or casual cocktail, you will
be discouraged from drinking. We’ve already gone over the no drugs rule. And,
there is a great hair stylist in Memphis you should use. Still have the
military look with some style. And, no tattoos.”
“Hell, a well-fashioned hair cut is no problem.”
“”You also will be required to see our physician
every three months to assure that the property is 100% safe.”
“Again, no problem. But, what do I have to do?”
‘There it was,’ I thought, ‘right out on the table.’ I was fascinated.
“The dates will fit within your Navy schedule. I
was serious about you being able to use the apartment. It is basically a rest
stop. Only on rare occasions do I entertain there. And only with trusted
regulars.”
“OK, I get that. But what do I have to give of my
body?”
“Usually, the clients that I – make that we – get
don’t have a great imagination in sexual habits. I – you – are their fantasy.
This usually means them sucking you off, masturbating either mutually or them
stroking you, or anal intercourse with you on top…always safely.”
“No bottom business?”
“Only if you feel comfortable with the client in
terms of safety and looking after your comfort. There is usually a 50% premium
to bottom. I have only done this with repeat clients I trust.”
“I guess the key word is fantasy?”
“Oh yeah. First we dress up in their requested
look, be it western, college student, young lawyer, etc. Then, we usually strip
for them. Sometimes that’s all they want. Other times, the client only wants us
for company at a great restaurant. That’s where your conversational skills and
social grace come into play. You’re heads up in those areas. The big concern is
to always be aware that you could be photographed. We never go to locations
where video cameras may be positioned.”
“You’re out a lot?”
“Depending on my schedule, I can make a date a
couple of times a week. If it is more involved, I only work on weekends at max
rate. My profile and headless photos are on file for the potential clients to
view. It’s important to keep up your fitness.”
“This all sounds too easy. What’s the catch?”
“Brent, the catch is not to get greedy. And keep
clean. If you are in demand, and believe me, with your looks you’ll be a prime
selection, you can earn a minimum $75,000 per year, un-taxable.”
I considered that sum for a moment. “What you do
isn’t exactly legal. Aren’t you concerned?”
“It’s completely illegal. That’s why the
organization – Argosy Productions – is very cautious about who they do business
with. There is no mob connection. I checked this out very carefully. By the
way, this is a legitimate entertainment business front. 70% of their activity
is in local and national TV commercials. Argosy is now moving into independent
film production.”
“Whew, seventy five grand is serious bread. Doug,
if I go in, I’m going to completely trust you. Will you be my big brother?”
“Absolutely. And maybe a fuck buddy once in a
while.” Doug smiled. “I know that we
have just met. But it’s important we trust each other. That’s why I checked you
out first. This has been a very profitable and good experience for me. I will
tell you right now, you can’t imagine who will be contracting for your
services. Some very big names in the social, business, entertainment, and
political world in the South and across the country are clients. I occasionally
get requests to fly to another city, all expenses paid, for a special client
that is aware of my reputation. We have associates and agents in most major
cities.”
“I can tell you that I’m nervous and excited. I’m
going to trust that you won’t steer me into anything dangerous. I have no moral
hang-ups about providing these services.”
“So your answer is yes?” he asked with a intense
look into my eyes.
“Yes,” I returned with a confident grin. With
that, we shook hands. Doug made arrangements for me to do a nude photographic
shoot in Memphis that weekend. All shots would be headless. Every other part of
my body, in various states of arousal and close-ups, would be shot with the
client’s review in mind. Because of Argosy’s reputation, the client trusted
that the face would match the body.
It was agreed that I would “tag along” for Doug’s
engagements where there was only a sexual encounter requested. Some of the
clients, reluctant at first, really got into the two of us servicing them.
My first solo date was with a regular that Doug
convinced to try me out. I was to meet the man in the lobby of the Peabody
Hotel. I was very nervous watching those fucking ducks come out of the
elevator, strut around, and go back. This had been going on for years and was
considered a real Memphis tradition. ‘Cute, but kinda silly,’ I thought.
Tonight, in a blue blazer with ensemble to match,
I looked like a junior at Yale. I had been given an $8000 allowance to buy a
basic wardrobe to match the various requests of my dates. Each month, $500
would be deducted from my earnings until the debt was settled.
Promptly at 7:00 pm, a distinguished executive
arrived and sat down beside me. He was an older man in his early-50’s of medium
height and graying hair. Dressed impeccably in a dark gray, double-breasted
suit, he did everything to put me at ease. In no time, we were joking with each
other and talking about Washington politics. I was really enjoying the
experience.
We went up to his suite and had a glass of
champagne. Lustfully, he started to undress me. I asked him to allow me to
undress him. When we were both nude, we went to the bedroom. He was somewhat
over-weight but had velvet fingers. As he massaged my cock and balls, I became
hard as a rock. Thank god for young, raging, testosterone. He slowly got to his
knees and kissed every part of my lower area, starting with my feet and toes.
He worked his way up my legs, calves, and thighs.
As I started leaking pre-cum, he gently lapped my dick head. Looking at the
clock, I knew that we had another 22 minutes. I instructed him to lick my
balls. He did and then proceeded to kiss everywhere on my now manicured pubic
region. He inhaled deeply. Doug had done expert barbering.
As he came under me, I spread my legs and kneeled.
He immediately engaged my pucker with his tongue. 12 minutes left. With my
nether region explored, I brought his face and nose back to my mid-section. He
breathed deeply while I stroked his hair. Lapping my belly button and fucking
the “innie” with his tongue, I let him go to work on my still-hard dick. Five
minutes to go.
I suggested that he start jacking himself off as
he sucked me. I wetted my hand and reached down to offer him some lubrication.
My client started aggressively sucking me, and he brought his hand back and
forth on his cock. With 30 seconds to go, I told him that I was ready to cum.
He said something, muffled because his mouth was covering my hard dick. I did
see his cock shoot out on the carpeting as I shot in his mouth.
Mission accomplished. After dressing, I thanked
him and planted a kiss on his forehead before departing. Word got back to me
that the client was impressed and offered an additional $100 tip for me.
And so, my second life began. Doug and I became
good friends and business associates. Like Doug, my services were sought out at
the highest price. But confidentiality was foremost in our minds.
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BRENT PRESENT DAY
I thought about this past year as I drove back to
Millington. I hadn’t mentioned to Doug that my roommate had observed us at
dinner. Hell, I hadn’t even had a chance to tell him about Dave being my new
roommate. If everything went well tonight, I would respect the confidentiality
of the officer in his life, including not telling my business partner about
either of them.
As the familiar milestones sped past, I tentatively
felt good about resolving this situation. Dave and I were clearly playing on
the same team. ‘It was hot that Dave and Ensign Cole were together with an
obvious affection for each other,’ I thought. ‘What spurred that on?’
I approached the base in
my Mercury Cougar at 2245. After being waved on, I brought the car to the
enlisted lot and entered the barracks. After saying “hi” to the Security Watch,
I walked down to the room. Opening the door, I found Dave, dressed only in a
robe, reading a book and waiting for me.
“Hey roomie. Ready to talk?” I said.