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

"El Toro Dominicano"

10/10/2018

(11:50pm)

It's been a full week since Dave offered me an amazing opportunity but I didn't have time to fully think it over. I had clients after clients so my week was booked- most of them were Erik's clients.

They were apprehensive to try out a new Escort but Noah made sure everyone was referred to an Escort that fulfilled their needs and desires. Most of the clients told me I was different from Erik, because days before his murder he was acting different whenever he met with them.

He wouldn't perform normally and if he did he would just stay there taking it.

I don't remember Erik being that disheveled, maybe he was on drugs or thinking about someone else. Either way it made me curious as to what exactly was going on in his head at the time of his death, but today is October 10th and I had to spend my evening in a place I didn't want to be in...at T's birthday bash.

If you wanted to look for hairless Twinks wearing short speedos and dancing sexually to songs by Donna Summers then T's birthday party is certainly the place to be.

He lives in a large 40-floor apartment building where socialites, Youtubers and super models live.

On the last floor of the building is a penthouse where only the rich residents get to throw parties-how T was able to throw his party there was beyond me, but knowing T for as long as I have, I'm sure he used his gift of blowjobs to work out that deal.

I reached the golden colored door of the penthouse to hear loud music playing from the other side. The bass was causing the floor to vibrate underneath my feet and my thoughts went straight to the poor people who lived underneath this penthouse and how pissed off they must be to have their night ruined by the loud and obnoxious Miley Cyrus music blasting through the speakers.

I was seconds away from knocking on the door-which would've been a stupid idea considering the music was louder than a volcano erupting- when a naked man opened the door, ran out causing me to quickly jump back avoiding being tackled and I watched in confusion as he ran down the hall yelling out "Fuck yeah! Albus rules!"

I didn't know what the hell that was about and honestly, I didn't want to know.

But he did have a nice penis so God bless him for that.

I walked into the chaotic party to find half-naked Twinks, Cubs (men who are stocky and a bit hairy), Bears (men who are thicker in size and hairier), Otters (skinny hairy men) and even some occasional Drag Queens; grinding, dancing, making out with each other and one Cub was actually jerking off in the corner watching the scenes unfold.

My prayers to housekeeping.

I searched throughout the crowd in hopes of spotting T, but instead I spotted a cute guy smiling at me. He looked a lot like a cuter and tolerable Chris Pratt.

He was a bit stocky, wore a black leather harness, black leather shorts and dancing by himself. But I wasn't there to flirt with anyone, I was there to find T, give him his gift (a designer sweater which retails for $540 but I got it for $5 at the local thrift shop) and then I can leave and enjoy the rest of my evening binge watching Halloween movies.

I turned away from the guy and spotted T nearby chatting with two Drag Queens.

T wore a pair of white briefs that didn't really leave much to the imagination. He always said he never wanted to have a "fat ass" so he had a decent small one. But what he lacked in his ass he made up for with his tight abs, collagen filled lips and one hell of a sex drive, as he was always happy to brag about.