Silent Echoes (A Gayerotica Novella) ||MxM|| 18+ ||

"Hello!"

Everyone has a dream.

Mine was to be a famous groundbreaking Gay journalist for the New York Times or Daily News...but sometimes dreams die.

My name is Echo and being a Gay Escort isn't as easy as Hollywood makes it seem.

I mean sure the pay is amazing!

Screw amazing, it's Glamorous!

But what tends to ruin it is the lack of chemistry an Escort might have with their client. When that happens, it's a whole different ballgame.

You never know if your client of the day is going to be too demanding, unhygienic, dull, a terrible sex partner or just not interesting; until it's too late.

But my job isn't to shape the guys up-unless they're into that.

My job is to be whomever the client wants me to be...And if the chemistry isn't there? Then that's when my two years of acting classes come in handy.

As long as he is happy with my service that's all that matters to me, because his happiness is how I pay my bills.

Growing up in a diverse city like New York was always an adventure, because you never knew what to expect from the many diverse characters that inhabited the city. And being a Gay Puerto Rican male, I've dealt with my fair share of characters and heartbreak.

I'm not one to dwell on the past because that's behind us, but I guess it's important for this story and to get to know me better, so I'll give the cliff notes.

My parents were 17 years old when they had me. My mother was a drug addict and my father was her dealer.

My mom gave birth to me on May 3rd, 1990 and shortly thereafter she died and my father went missing in action. None of my grandparents wanted me so I was put into foster care.

When I turned ten years old, I was adopted by a loving Christian couple named Peter and Mary, (seriously that was their names).

When I turned 17, I came out the closet to them and was immediately kicked out of their house.

I met an 18 year old who I fell deeply in love with named Trevor Natchios. He was tall, dark and handsome and honestly, everything I wanted in a guy.

He helped me find a place to live and even helped me study for my senior year of high school, unfortunately this wasn't a relationship Walt Disney would write about. Unless he waters down the parts, where Trevor would abuse me daily and call me "Worthless, ugly and a waste of life!"

On my 18th birthday, I grew tired of the bruises and broken bones, so I decided to leave Trevor and never look back.

I moved to a city just 18 hours out of New York named Torne City.

While most high school graduates dove right into college, I decided to take a year off studies to focus on working. I was hired at the local movie theatre that Summer.

It was in that theatre job that I met a dapping fellow named Noah Fernine. He looked like a Caucasian Antonio Banderas.

He ordered three boxes of popcorn, two slushies and six hot dogs; either he had a huge appetite or he was compensating for something.

"Has any one ever told you how attractive you are?" he asked me as I handed him everything he ordered.

I-being the smart ass I am- laughed at his question because clearly something was wrong with his vision.

I'm a feminine Gay Male and although Hollywood tends to make the feminine Gays campy and overdramatic, that wasn't me.

I had a voice that most people called "girly" and while every other boy at my junior high had voices that were deepening overnight due to puberty, mine never did.