Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

A forty-five minute session didn't permit much opportunity the first time to shake off the awkwardness and the nerves of what touted itself as a dating service and to get much beyond petting, groping, and getting each other off with hands and mouths. And it was a bit taxing to do this with a new "date" four times within four hours. But that likely was part of the design of the service. They were encouraging follow-up visits. I supposed, with practice and experience with the system, one would make appointments with new people one wanted to meet at the beginning and would, by the fourth session, be fucking ones where the comfort level had been reached in previous sessions.

None of that came into play with my session with Rick. I hit the jackpot in the second session. We both came into the room aroused and hard; got past the kissing, groping, and undressing stages quickly, and had plenty of time for a hot, completed fuck and a bit of postcoital conversation afterward.

There had been a bit of a struggle on who was going to be the top between Rick and me, but I'd read his profile. He'd listed himself as versatile—and I hadn't. He was a cute trick. Younger and smaller than I was. Auburn hair with blond highlights, long eyelashes and a shy, sensual smile. Rings in one ear, both nipples, and his navel. I was sure he had no trouble booking up from the Web site profiles.

But we both knew that time was of the essence, so after just a bit of wrestling, he allowed me to turn him over on his back and run my hand down his back and into the curve of his buttocks while we were kissing and my fingers to move inside him. I felt him relax and legs fall apart and spread for me. He already was moaning and moving his hips when I moved inside him and started to pump him deep. He struggled with me again then, as I went in deep, writhing under me and panting. But then he just relaxed under me and went with the ride.

He was making all the right noises and moving his hips with me, and we both came in time, nearly fifteen minutes, for me to do a bit of a different kind of pumping.

"God, that was too quick," he said with a good semblance of a whine when we were done. "We need to meet again."

"That's possible," I answered. "But I know you work here, and I need a bit of information on one of your recent hookups." I also figured that chances were good that his "gotta have it again" response was a function of his job here. I'd been with rent-boys before. Not too many, though, as I didn't need to go that route to get it off—at least not yet in my life.

"One of my recent hookups?" Rick asked. "I don't know if I can—"

"Not even for a Benjamin Franklin?" I asked, pulling my wallet out of my trousers that were neatly folded on a nearby chair and extracting a hundred-dollar bill. But that's when I learned that Rick really had enjoyed the fuck and wanted to do it again.

"Maybe you could apply that to another QuadDating session with me," he said. "And longer. You can sign up with a guy for two sessions in a row, you know. So, who's the guy you want to know about?"

"His name is Don Creighton. But his profile on the Web site has him as Jeter Creed. Any chance you remember him?"

"Businessman type, high strung, but hunky. Good muscles. Big dick? Not as big as yours, of course. A bit older than you. Cocky and an edge of cruelty to him? That the guy? Just last Tuesday for our last session?"

"Yep, that would be him. I just want to find him and talk to him. Nothing illegal or violent. One of his relatives has lost contact." That was true, of course, but no reason Rick had to know that the relative looking for Creighton was his wife.

"He's a top too, you know. And aggressively so, like you. You won't really want—"

"No, I don't want to fuck him. As I said, I'm just trying to locate him for a relative."

"A rich one, apparently, if you're willing to pay a Franklin for the information."

"The guys rich, yes. He's needed to sign some papers so the relative can stay rich too." That also was absolutely true.

"You could try Craig. I understand that this Creed guy liked Craig so much that Craig has left us and run away with him."

"Are you saying that this Craig that my guy likes a lot is on the staff here too?" I remembered Craig from the profiles. He'd been one I'd tried to make an appointment with but couldn't. A really good-looking tanned guy with a good amount of body hair who looked like a high-paid personal training type who was willing to offer other personal services as well. He'd given "personal trainer" as his occupation in his profile—and his bio photo, showing him shirtless upheld that possibility, but rent-boys habitually give themselves a false occupation, so one never knows. He'd also listed himself as bi. I'd sent him a callout for an appointment, but he hadn't answered. Apparently he hadn't answered because he'd already run off with Don Creighton.

"He was, yes. When he didn't show for appointments, he was given the boot. In his absence."

"If I sign us up for a serious session, you can pull his card or something and give me an idea of his address or cell phone number?"

"I could do that, yes," Rick answered. "But our session is done now. You got two more to go through. Who's your fourth?"

I told him. A dark-skinned Brazilian who'd had an exotic look to him.

"Julio. He's good. He'll give you a good ride. Just don't let him spin you out with foreplay; that's his way of squeezing out a second session. Take him hard out of the gate, like you did me. He'll be good for you."

"You're plenty good enough for me. Deliver me an address on Craig and I'll be back with you next week." And I would too—written up on Sophia Creighton's services bill. Rick was a real honey.

"OK. I'll check where you'll be and I'll deliver the information you want before your session with Julio."

Rick was right about Julio. He tried to spin the introductions and "getting comfortable and aroused" up-front parts out, but I swiftly let him know that I wasn't fooled one bit about the dating service fig leaf, that I'd bought his ass for three-quarters of an hour, and that I intended to make full use of the time—and of his ass. Once I'd gotten my dick inside him, he gave me one wild, satisfying ride. And he seemed happy afterward when I told him that the preliminaries didn't matter—that I intended to give him a spin again during my six months of membership.

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Rick made good on his promise, and he stood there at reception with me at the end of my QuadDating day while I signed up for two consecutive sessions with him, topped off with a fourth of Julio for the same day the next week—all thanks to Mrs. Creighton's open purse and burning desire to be rid of her husband the lucrative way.

I took another day to check out Craig's residence to assure myself that Don Creighton was there—which he was, and then I presented myself and my bill to Sophia Creighton.

Who surprised the shit out of me.

"You sure that the man named Craig was there?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. Sure I was curious why she would ask about him.

"That little shit's name really is Tim Frazer," she said. "I don't really give a fuck where Don is or what he's doing. To tell the truth, I'd already served him with the divorce papers. But Tim was my personal trainer and gave me special service. I want him back. Just for spite, Don found out who was giving me that special inner glow and he's taken Tim away from me. It's all part of the divorce negotiations."

"But how did you—?"

"How did I know that was who Don ran off with?" she asked. Then she laughed. "Those other appointments had been erased in Don's computer when I saw them—but I knew how to unerase them. When I saw he'd been with Tim, I knew that's who Don had run off with. It's Tim I was paying you to track down. And I chose you for more than your muscles and your good looks. I knew you could play the same switch-hitting game Don and Tim were playing."