I kept my promised.
"Are you sure you just need a ride here? "I asked Aryo again after we arrived at the parking lot near the entrance to the mall's inner lane. I speculated that they would meet in a public place.
If I were Aryo, I would have chosen a private place that could end in warmth. With that, I'm sure the auntie Aryo mentioned wouldn't have a problem. I'm just addicted to Aryo's body.
"Sir?" Aryo was already preparing to open the car door that was still locked. He said, "Done, just get here."
I pressed the unlock button on the right side of my elbow. "I'll pick you up?" Aryo might need a ride, I already miss him again even though we haven't separated yet.
"Sir Levi, wait at home. I won't run away." He showed me one of the cards I'd given him in his wallet organizer and took a few rupiah bills from my pants pocket. He had memorized the location so well that it wasn't even awkward to hear me moan against his touch. Just smelling his breath, I could already get aroused.
"Sure, you're okay?" I restrained the movement of Aryo's hand before letting go of me. At very close range, his eyeballs seemed to twitch looking at me. "I mean, can you sit normally to meet an angel?"
I apologized repeatedly after our tussle session was over. Maybe I was too harsh or let out too much passion because I had just met her. I barely cared about Aryo's complaints at every friction that he found painful.
"You still wanna meet me, Levi?" Aryo pulled my grip away from him as he backed away. His face looked dark red, either embarrassed or angry.
"I want to!" I nodded firmly.
"I'm going."
He took the time to kiss me, right on my lips, moist, I savored it until I closed my eyes and replied, "Okay. ...."
Oh, I'm going crazy. I feel like a milk cow that's been milked. What's up? That was really good. No wonder many of his past female customers don't want to end the relationship. How about the male customers? Feeling his sun hole biting so much that it blisters the surface, it seems like Aryo avoids same-sex relationships.
After Milly went down first in the threesome session, we - me and Aryo continued in various rooms. On tables, chairs, beds, even the pool beside my house. Aryo, under the influence of Vi*gra, was able to keep up with me.
So I was curious about the aunt he called an angel, who was able to make Aryo even want to run to her.
After parking the car, I searched every floor of the mall for Aryo. Thankfully the mall here is still limited to one small building. Where is he? Where is their appointment? The food court upstairs? Nothing at all.
Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom?
I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction.
I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.
"Excuse me, who are you?" He did smile, but in a displeased way.
"Allevino Wiratama." I offered a handshake and only got an ignorant grunt. "See Aryo?"
"What business is it of yours--" Lingga looked surprised, "--you're after him?"
Good guess. "I just happened to see him, then he disappeared." Even now, I saw Aryo again. He came out of the fast food restaurant in a pathetic state from chasing a woman. Even more pathetic, the woman with Lingga was chasing Aryo.
"They're related?" I tilted my head in wonder at all the coincidences.
However, Lingga didn't answer and joined the chase. I was, of course, witnessing the drama of a real-life hustler's life firsthand.
The woman chasing Aryo managed to get him, hugging him in the midst of hysterics. Aryo's anger and sadness made me rub my suddenly aching chest. Men don't usually cry, unless things become unbearable. Usually our people would rather face death than show weakness through tears.
"What... is her name Kea?" I guessed, right beside Lingga. He heard, judging by the way he looked at me suspiciously.
"You're dating Aryo?"
"You still like the old days?" I asked after releasing the rough tug on the lips in front of me. He always had a sweet taste, especially when his tongue twisted around, taking turns sucking saliva into my oral cavity.Never got tired of kissing him, again and again, after a long absence. How long has it been? Maybe a year?"Engh... no, Sir." His answer sounded hoarse, more like a whimper as I gripped the evidence of his erection from outside his pants.He still uses the same nickname for me. Yet earlier outside this room we had only shared gestures before separating ourselves from the engagement party outside, then removing all masks of falsehood after the door was locked from the inside.I took off his suit, shirt, and the last of his belt and trousers. He... didn't struggle like most women who pretend to resist and then weaken under the erotic mix.Obviously, the figure before me is clearly a man. He was mature and had a body that was well-proportioned among metrosexuals. His muscle
"Allevino Wiratama!" The call coming from the corridor made my steps stop. The distinctive feminine voice of the French-born girl, Camille Zoe. I was so surprised that I froze in place, then made sure the buttons on the shirt I was wearing impromptu didn't have the wrong holes. "I'm dead!" My lips clamped shut as the words came out. "Are you crazy, leaving me behind just for a guy?" Her foreign accent was still very noticeable. I turned around to face her figure who was walking quickly closer. I grabbed her fingers and showed her the shiny object wrapped around her ring finger while forcing a smile. "The important thing is that you got the ring!" Our agreement when we met in her home country was about the concept of sexual freedom. We could get married, but there were no restrictions on dating as long as she and I were honest with each other. Maybe sharing a partner is included? I don't know, I haven't tried that yet. She needs an excuse and the money to travel, I need a wife-to-
"Sir Levi?" he called as he opened the door after a few knocks. He looked surprised. "How come?" This small house-well, the smallest size of the properties my company used to market-didn't take long for the occupants to open the door. "Just a moment." I took off my glasses and hung the folds in my pocket before raising my eyebrows, signaling my desire to enter the house. "Shame, Sir ...." He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that. Aryo. Similar words of in
I almost die of boredom when I wait for someone who is so sick. Charles should have died or been in a coma forever, but instead he woke up. Well, even if he can't speak clearly yet. At least I'm free from the accusation that Milly pushed my eldest brother. "I told you, didn't I?" I rolled up my shirt sleeves after handing the suit to Bulan while responding to Milly's voice on the loudspeaker stuck in my earpiece. "As annoyed as I am with this old man, I'm not going to be like him who can get rid of other people." Obviously, I was speaking in front of Mas Charles, who kept glaring at me in annoyance. Unfortunately, there was nothing else he could do since waking up from the coma. Being in a coma for a few days apparently took away his strength altogether. No punches, no stomps, not even just shouting he could only laugh at me. "You want to wait for me at home? Are you sure? Okay." I turned off the voice call connection and sat on the chair closest to the gurney occupied by Mas Char
"Loudspeaker!" I handed Aryo the cell phone that I had taken because the tone of the call hadn't stopped. Over and over again until it sounded sickening."But-""We have an agreement! Obey!" Without waiting for Aryo to pick it up, I crammed the flat object into his palm that was fused on his lap."O-okay ...." Aryo's voice trembled. Not very manly, even though he has many female clients.What's that term Milly used to say? Like a ladyboy? Aryo is not the type of young man who moves like a womanizer. He's manly, which is why I like him.Wrong? For those out there, there are still many people who think it's wrong for a man to like another man's personality even if it's not a matter of sexual orientation.Maybe they think everything leads to bed, huh?Honestly, I like the way it works that follows the rules of the payer, in this case me. As far as I know, I've never seen Aryo involve his feelings in his work. He's a professional.Including the kiss in the car when Aryo asked me to go home
I kept my promised."Are you sure you just need a ride here? "I asked Aryo again after we arrived at the parking lot near the entrance to the mall's inner lane. I speculated that they would meet in a public place.If I were Aryo, I would have chosen a private place that could end in warmth. With that, I'm sure the auntie Aryo mentioned wouldn't have a problem. I'm just addicted to Aryo's body."Sir?" Aryo was already preparing to open the car door that was still locked. He said, "Done, just get here."I pressed the unlock button on the right side of my elbow. "I'll pick you up?" Aryo might need a ride, I already miss him again even though we haven't separated yet."Sir Levi, wait at home. I won't run away." He showed me one of the cards I'd given him in his wallet organizer and took a few rupiah bills from my pants pocket. He had memorized the location so well that it wasn't even awkward to hear me moan against his touch. Just smelling his breath, I could already get aroused."Sure, y
"Loudspeaker!" I handed Aryo the cell phone that I had taken because the tone of the call hadn't stopped. Over and over again until it sounded sickening."But-""We have an agreement! Obey!" Without waiting for Aryo to pick it up, I crammed the flat object into his palm that was fused on his lap."O-okay ...." Aryo's voice trembled. Not very manly, even though he has many female clients.What's that term Milly used to say? Like a ladyboy? Aryo is not the type of young man who moves like a womanizer. He's manly, which is why I like him.Wrong? For those out there, there are still many people who think it's wrong for a man to like another man's personality even if it's not a matter of sexual orientation.Maybe they think everything leads to bed, huh?Honestly, I like the way it works that follows the rules of the payer, in this case me. As far as I know, I've never seen Aryo involve his feelings in his work. He's a professional.Including the kiss in the car when Aryo asked me to go home
I almost die of boredom when I wait for someone who is so sick. Charles should have died or been in a coma forever, but instead he woke up. Well, even if he can't speak clearly yet. At least I'm free from the accusation that Milly pushed my eldest brother. "I told you, didn't I?" I rolled up my shirt sleeves after handing the suit to Bulan while responding to Milly's voice on the loudspeaker stuck in my earpiece. "As annoyed as I am with this old man, I'm not going to be like him who can get rid of other people." Obviously, I was speaking in front of Mas Charles, who kept glaring at me in annoyance. Unfortunately, there was nothing else he could do since waking up from the coma. Being in a coma for a few days apparently took away his strength altogether. No punches, no stomps, not even just shouting he could only laugh at me. "You want to wait for me at home? Are you sure? Okay." I turned off the voice call connection and sat on the chair closest to the gurney occupied by Mas Char
"Sir Levi?" he called as he opened the door after a few knocks. He looked surprised. "How come?" This small house-well, the smallest size of the properties my company used to market-didn't take long for the occupants to open the door. "Just a moment." I took off my glasses and hung the folds in my pocket before raising my eyebrows, signaling my desire to enter the house. "Shame, Sir ...." He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that. Aryo. Similar words of in
"Allevino Wiratama!" The call coming from the corridor made my steps stop. The distinctive feminine voice of the French-born girl, Camille Zoe. I was so surprised that I froze in place, then made sure the buttons on the shirt I was wearing impromptu didn't have the wrong holes. "I'm dead!" My lips clamped shut as the words came out. "Are you crazy, leaving me behind just for a guy?" Her foreign accent was still very noticeable. I turned around to face her figure who was walking quickly closer. I grabbed her fingers and showed her the shiny object wrapped around her ring finger while forcing a smile. "The important thing is that you got the ring!" Our agreement when we met in her home country was about the concept of sexual freedom. We could get married, but there were no restrictions on dating as long as she and I were honest with each other. Maybe sharing a partner is included? I don't know, I haven't tried that yet. She needs an excuse and the money to travel, I need a wife-to-
"You still like the old days?" I asked after releasing the rough tug on the lips in front of me. He always had a sweet taste, especially when his tongue twisted around, taking turns sucking saliva into my oral cavity.Never got tired of kissing him, again and again, after a long absence. How long has it been? Maybe a year?"Engh... no, Sir." His answer sounded hoarse, more like a whimper as I gripped the evidence of his erection from outside his pants.He still uses the same nickname for me. Yet earlier outside this room we had only shared gestures before separating ourselves from the engagement party outside, then removing all masks of falsehood after the door was locked from the inside.I took off his suit, shirt, and the last of his belt and trousers. He... didn't struggle like most women who pretend to resist and then weaken under the erotic mix.Obviously, the figure before me is clearly a man. He was mature and had a body that was well-proportioned among metrosexuals. His muscle