Times were hard and I realized hard times meant stringent measures. During a passive get-together with a pal who turned out to be my first lover, he hinted that if ever I got hard up I could always rent my body, because I had it all.
Well he was speaking from experience because he had well and truly lavished me in a manner to which I soon became accustomed.
His name was Marshall, a Canadian living in England at the time and we had six good riveting months together - to the extent that, if ever I had doubts about my leaning, they were soon rectified with Marshall who was a lovely guy, a guy I miss so very much, but he had to go his way and I had to go mine, he went back to his homeland and I stayed in mine.
There was not much doing since Marshall made tracks and I was left in a sort of kerfuffle, not knowing which way to go, and when I lost my job as a catering manager at a defunct store I was like a little boy lost, although I was then twenty years old.
And there was no Marshall I could turn to. Perhaps I should have gone all out to find myself another lover, but I knew Marshall would be a hard act to follow; and anyway, I felt I was not ready for another close encounter of the homosexual kind.
But needs must and I had to do something to restore a comfortable life, which got me to thinking what Marshall had said or rather, hinted - and the thought of making some money in doing something I enjoyed anyway, was a good initiative.
I figured it would be okay if I stuck to guys I fancied rather than any old Tom, Dick or Harry. I am not snobbish but I do think of myself as a cultured guy and feel that which I have to offer is good quality merchandise. Marshall assured me of that in constantly complimenting me about my stature and deportment, my very attractive charisma that could drive any gay guy to raptures of torment - his words not mine, but enough said to give me the confidence I needed to partake in my brand new venture. With that in mind I was soon lured into a transition of a completely new direction which would get me over my present descending demeanor and direct me to the kind of life to which Marshall had given me, with all his wining and dining and drives in the country; to his small log cabin in the Lake Distinct where we had many scrumptious and delightful episodes of sheer demeanor - he loved to buy me new clothes and anything I wanted. I felt like a kept lover but he assured me that was not his intention - and when finally we had to part, he left me a good bounty to see me through for a year or so.
He said that after I had used that he was sure I would like to be independent and make my own way in life. Perhaps find myself a brand new lover with who I could share a wonderful new adventure, just like the one in which we had partaken.
But six months gone since Marshall and I were spent to the limit, I was very extravagant with my needs and I was ultimately broke and wanting.
But Marshall had even thought of my future welfare when he left me with a couple of calling cards with contact numbers of wealthy political friends; "Just in case you take up my hint" I remember him saying upon his departure - when I saw him off at Heathrow airport after that last ravishing night, when I felt he was still so warmly and pleasantly inside me - a feeling I wanted to last forever.
I thought a lot about what Marshall had said; that people in government would b prepared to pay high rewards for absolute discretion, because of the sensitivity of what they did, that if anything defamatory was to come out about their private behavior - that they were cheating on their wives and so forth - they would lose their jobs and their careers.
I was okay with that. And I did feel that guys who had reached such a high grade in their lives were not like the lower grade who would sell their mother for a grand. Generally I imagined they were good clean respectable people who just wanted a quiet fling and I was a happy to give that, to the right person of course.
The name Sir Hubert Mansfield looked respectable enough and I knew any friend of Marshall's would be good for me, when I telephoned him and introduced myself, and we got over the primaries exchanging mews about Marshall and how we met and everything, he said he would very much like to meet me, that when could I make it. He seemed eager and I said I could come anytime. So he fixed a date for the following evening, he said he would pick me up at the clock tower in my village, which he thought would be best.
Although his name didn't ring a bell; as soon as I saw him peering and waving through the driving window of his car, I'd seen him on TV at some time.
I made ways to where the car was parked and said who I was.
"Hello Alex, it is so jolly nice to meet you, get in." He spoke with a very refined posh English accent but felt immediately comfortable with him and his charming manner.
"If you don't mind Alex I have booked a motel room for the evening just so that we could become acquainted okay, and in the envelope under the panel on your side is something which I hope you will approve."
I opened it and counted twenty crisp twenty pound notes and immediately knew that all my worries were in the past.
"I would want that to cover your complete discretion of course, dear boy" he said glancing at me with a friendly smile and I really felt I could easily respond to this guy's needs. He was in his early fifties I imagined, looking very distinguished with greying heavy and heavy eyebrows.
I immediately felt able to converse easily with him saying; "I guess being a politician of your caliber is a very strenuous and demanding occupation?"
"You are certainly correct in saying that, But just between you and me, I am just another guy you met somewhere okay. I need a release from what I do sure enough; it is a compelling job indeed, a job that one is unable to please all. I need release, and that's where you come in, It is as if Marshall knew how I felt and it is a delight to know you. I would have found it terribly awkward to meet someone like you via the usual outlets on the web - it is far better for such an arrangement, shall we say, to come via recommendation."
On the remaining journey we exchanged information about my life and where I stood right now. He was delighted that I was presently unattached and I had no other clients, I explained the situation and how Marshall and I were so close, how sad it was for me when he left, but it was the best th9ihg for him to do and now I was ready to help myself become independent,
"We could strike up something regular maybe, Alex. See how it goes Huh? After all you make not be chemically attracted to me, that is how they put it don't' they? But it need just to be a casual thing Alex. I am attracted to you, you look a nice boy and if you were with Marshall I know he would befriend only the best, if you know what mean?"
I replied that I did, I told him how it was with Marshall and how we clicked from the beginning.
"He was some guy - and even now I feel his warmth with me"
"That is such a nice thing to say. I do think he was crazy thought o leave you behind. He had often spoken about you during our occasional conversations, and being of equal leaning he did tell me a few more intimate things. He told me it was you who made him realize he was bisexual as am I and what a wonderful lover you were, and the complete diversion from a heterosexual relationship which had somehow become stagnant with a girl who had seemed to go off the heat."
