Close Encounters - Part 1

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

Part 1 of 3 

Desperate times had called for desperate measures. I wasn’t ashamed of it, though. In fact, I felt somewhat liberated at the idea of the whole thing. I was a nineteen year old, broke ass college student, and working my butt off in a fast food joint for minimum wage wasn’t all that appealing.

It started with a simple Google search. How to make money. Of course, the vast majority of the ideas were things like window cleaning, mowing lawns, delivery drivers, and whatnot, but I had bigger plans.

I was a relatively cute guy, and had always been popular with girls. I worked out, did a lot of swimming, and kept myself fit and healthy. People liked me, and I knew they did, so when I saw the ad, I couldn’t help but be interested.

I was quite certain that my conservative parents would have been horrified, but they lived hundreds of miles away, and given the fact that I was now a grown man, they didn’t have much of a say, anyway.

I sent a message and forgot about it soon after. The likelihood of getting a response was slim, so I didn’t dwell on it, but two days later I got an email, and everything in my life changed.

Close Encounters seemed, on the outside, anyway, to be little more than a dating site for wealthy men. To sign up, one had to go through a series of interviews, proving that they were who they said they were. Once that was done, the men were given access to the database, and, all going well, that’s where they’d find me.

I was doubtful at first. The ad had been a little too good to be true, offering large sums of cash to young men who, in their words, were willing to do whatever was asked of them. Unlike my parents, I was very liberal, and if some rich guy wanted me to suck dick for money, who was I to say no?

I had never viewed myself as being gay. I’d had a ton of girlfriends, and had already lost my virginity. The idea of a man sticking his cock in my mouth wasn’t as repulsive as it maybe should have been, but I certainly wasn’t fantasising about it, either.

The response was quite simple. They wanted me to meet with them at a location not too far from campus, and although I was somewhat dubious about meeting strange internet people, what did I have to lose?

The following day I picked out my best clothes, combed my hair like my mom had always reminded me to do, and set off across town to find the building. It was warm, and cycling uphill had left me in a sweat, but I arrived early and looked around.

It looked like an old factory, and the longer I spent standing outside, the more I began to wonder if this was some sort of setup. I considered turning back, but the steel door opened a moment later and a handsome young man smiled at me.

“Liam?” He called over, and almost instantly, I felt less worried.

He was a few years older than me, perhaps in his mid twenties. Despite the horror stories that I’d read, I wasn’t worried about him. I locked my bike up and walked over, and he shook my hand.

“I’m Aaron” he said, and stepped back to allow me in. “Thanks for coming, man, we’ll try to be as quick as we can”.

It was little more than a warehouse. Most of it was empty and dark, but a small room with large glass walls around it sat in the corner. Inside, an older, suited man sat at the table, and I followed Aaron over.

“This is Mitch” he said, closing the glass door behind me. The man smiled, got to his feet and also shook my hand before gesturing for me to sit. I obliged.

“Nice to meet you, Liam” he said, as Aaron slid a Coke across the table. “We just wanted to run through some of the details with you before you make a decision, because I’ll be honest” he chuckled, “this line of work isn’t for everyone”.

“I already know what it is” I smiled, because only a fool would have missed it. The two of them looked at each other, then back to me. “It’s an escort service, right?” I said, “sex work”.

Aaron grinned. “I told you he’d be intelligent” he said to Mitch, “I could tell by his pictures”.

My cheeks became a little red at the compliment, but I took a sip of the Coke as Mitch nodded.

“Essentially” he said, “though it’s a little different to what you might think, given this place”.

I looked around. It wasn’t particularly classy, but I didn’t care. Sex was sex, and if a few guys wanted to pay me for it, then who cared?

“Close Encounters is a very niche business” he explained, “our clients are… Well, they’re extremely wealthy as I’m sure you’ve gathered from the website”.

I nodded.

“Many of them are well known individuals, sports stars, politicians, you know the sort, and many of them have certain interests that their wives or partners might not be able to meet. Some of them simply enjoy the company of young men like yourself, and others will require a lot more of you, if you know what I mean”.

“I think I can hazard a guess” I smiled, and Aaron laughed.

“Our motto is that there is nothing off limits. We pay our boys well, but we require that they, too, do their part. All of our clients are thoroughly vetted, so we can assure your safety, but there are men who have wild interests, far darker than things you might imagine”.

“Kinks?” I replied, unbothered by the idea. “I can do chains and whips, don’t worry”.

“Has anybody ever pissed up your ass, Liam?” Aaron asked, and my eyes widened. He laughed again. “That’s mild” he said, “so if things like that shock you, perhaps–”

“I’m not shocked by it” I said, eager to prove myself, “as long as the pay reflects the service”.

Once again, the two men exchanged glances. Mitch smirked and turned back to me. “Rates start at five hundred dollars”.

I tried to keep my excitement hidden. Five hundred dollars a night was far more than I’d even expected, but I nodded stiffly instead.

“That’s fine” I replied, trying to keep it together, “so if I work two nights, I’ll earn a thousand bucks?”

Aaron chuckled, Mitch grinned, and I cocked a brow.

“Five hundred an hour, Liam” Aaron said, and I could no longer hide my surprise.

“You’re joking me” I replied, my jaw almost on the table. “How… What… That’s insane!”

“As I said” Mitch added, “we pay our boys well, as long as our boys work hard”.

“For five hundred bucks an hour, I’ll do whatever the hell they want”.

“That’s the spirit” Mitch said, “now strip”.

The words caught me by surprise. I glanced from him to Aaron, and back again. “S… Sorry?”

He looked up from the papers on the desk. “Strip” he repeated, “we have to get some photographs and get your profile set up”.

“Oh” I gulped, “yeah, yeah, of course”.

“You’re not nervous, are you?” Aaron smirked, watching as I slowly got to my feet.

“Nervous? Me? No” I scoffed, and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt as I slowly popped them open.

I’d been on the swim team for as long as I could remember, so I was no stranger to nudity, but there was something awkwardly clinical about the entire thing. Outside the glass room, there was nothing but concrete, but it still felt strange to be undressing in front of two men I’d only just met.

I pulled my shirt off and folded it over the chair as the two of them watched me. My heart raced a little faster as I kicked off my shoes, and peeled off each sock, before reaching for my pants. They didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were studying every inch of my body.

“N… Naked?” I asked, and Mitch nodded.

Awkwardly, I pulled my pants down to reveal a pair of tattered boxer briefs. If I had known that I was going to end up naked, I would have worn something a little nicer, but I yanked them down and stood naked a moment later, covering my junk with my hands.

“Stand there” Mitch said, getting up from his chair and pulling a camera and tripod from behind his desk. I shuffled awkwardly across the room and stood where he had pointed.

“You can move your hands” he said, turning the camera on and aiming it at me. I gulped again, but slowly moved my hands, and the flash almost blinded me.

“Good man” he said, “turn around”.

I obeyed him, and the room lit up again as he took another photo.

“Spread your legs, pull your cheeks apart and let us see that hole”.

My face was now burning. As a relatively straight man, nobody had ever wanted to see my asshole before. Still, with this amount of money on the line, I’d show them whatever the wanted to see.

I pried my ass cheeks apart and felt the air whip across my sensitive hole. The camera flashed again, and suddenly I felt a hand around my arm.

“Just gonna’ measure” Aaron said, and the sweet scent of his cologne wafted over me as he took a tape measure and rolled it down my flaccid cock.

“Three point two inches” he said, and Mitch wrote it down. “You got a girlfriend?” He asked me, and my eyes widened as he gripped my cock and began to stroke it.

“What?… I mean… N… No” I gasped, squirming as he pumped my cock.

“No? Why not? You’re hot, man”.

Everything was happening so fast. I gasped again as my dick began to stiffen, and just as quick as he’d started, Aaron stopped and measured my erection.

“Six and a half inches” he called back, and flashed me another grin before returning to his chair. The camera flashed once more, and Mitch sat back down.

“You can get dressed” he said, and I wasted no time. It had been a turbulent few minutes, and I was glad to be fully clothed once more.

“One more thing before you sign” Mitch said, sliding a sheet of paper over to me. “You’re required to be available Monday to Saturday, from six in the evening until midnight. You won’t always have clients, but you must be available at short notice”.

I quickly scanned through the contract, but I’d already made my decision. The money that these guys were offering was far beyond anything I had ever expected. Hell, even after graduating college, I still wouldn’t make this kind of cash. I signed my name to the bottom and slid it back.

“Welcome on board, Liam” Aaron beamed.