**Donnie turned a drunk meeting into an overnight affair with an older man, now works for him and his company getting paid for his many talents.
**Donnie and Mel have been flirting and then having, filming, watching sex with their neighbor couple.
**Donnie had prepped for an overnight with Kenneth Brogdon by studying his sexual tendencies. This was going to be his first group experience as a paid escort for Mr. Donnovan. Kenneth turns adds to his collection of "Fems" and turns him into "Daisy".**
Mel drove in and dropped him off at Donnovan Holdings, LLC. where they left him a car for the two days. Mel had some meeting with a friend for coffee that morning, and she was going to pick Donnie up on Friday. He got into the loaned car and watched his family drive off, a hint of regret and apprehension did appear, knowing his job for the weekend went against the nuclear family idea.
He drove to the course extra nervous. It hadn't been a month since meeting Mr. Donnovan, an anonymous meeting for sex and since he's taken four different cocks in different ways. To top it off he'd been compensated nicely for every encounter and was committed this lifestyle for the next couple months.
Donnie was now driving to a group sex situation, over a couple of days, that he's trained for a stark difference from the life he was living just a matter of a few weeks ago. His affinity for the initial encounter had birthed a potential windfall.
"It's a job," Donnie said outloud, his mind on the money he was bringing home, accumulating into his family's savings. He continued to talk to himself, "And it's just sex."
Really it wasn't, though on either hand. He felt a draw to please Mr. Donnovan, either directly or indirectly, and then there was James. The allure of the fit, well dressed, caring men who were really, really interested in him in ways no other human had been. They were also mentors and teachers, unlocking a sexual side he had no idea would blossom from it's repressed seed. The journey was fast paced and revealing like nothing he'd every experienced.
Donnie looked up and admired his hair in the rearview mirror before stepping out of the car. His look was impeccable and ready for a day of golf. He had put his overnight bag in the trunk, one that James assured him they would get to the right place, as soon as they figured that out from his golfing partners.
Kenneth Brogdon and Langston Hiller were warming up on the first tee box with a third person, one they hadn't provided him information to study. He went inside to sign in and James approached.
"There will be a third member of the weekend," James said with an urgent tone. "We have no information on him, just someone Kenneth said was "fine" and the good news is you'll get extra compensation."
"And the bad news?" Donnie asked with a building lump in his throat.
"He's a wild card," James said with a pronounced seriousness. "We have no recon on his sexual tendencies, and Kenneth will have total control. It will be fine."
Donnie chucked nervously and quipped, "What's another cock, James?"
He held Jame's gaze, which he saw concern in his eyes. Donnie heard them talk about the protocols and care they took in their clients, going through "vetting processes" as to protect everyone involved.
The two men went out and had introductions. The other three treated Donnie as if it were a simple game of golf, and didn't give any indication of what their intent was until afterwards. Donnie called James on the 15th holes and said, "It's like we're just out here for a leisurely game."
They had a few drinks on the course and a sandwich around lunch. The third man, Jesse Couchland, was a real estate developer, 6'3" and in good shape at 45 years old. He wore a wedding ring and talked of his kids in college a lot. He talked to Donnie about his job as a teacher and would often compliment his golf shots.
Kenneth really didn't pay Donnie any mind. They talked golf and Donnie mostly listened to the other three discuss a development somewhere on the east coast that would include a golf course. They liked several things about the course they were playing on, even making a couple notes.
Langston was a little friendlier, complimenting Donnie's polo and shorts, but never talking to him within earshot of Kenneth. It was almost like he waited for any opportunity for an aside to make mainly small talk, but at least talk.
Donnie got a text from James on the 17th "Your stuff is in the executive shower on the 2nd floor of the clubhouse. Go there and shower after golf stay in the shower until something happens."
His stomach bounced, the intel was they liked to play out sexual scenes and a shower leant to some classic themes. Donnie birdied the last hole and wound up beating Kenneth, and Langston by a couple strokes, but losing to Jesse by one. The men shook hands and they left him as if he was a fourth stuck in their group because there was room.
The excitement in Donnie's gut built as he walked the stairs to the executive shower room, down the hall from Mr. Donnovan's office, around a corner putting it in a secluded area. Donnie entered and started the water in the general shower area before walking out to undress.
He felt a rise in his cock beginning as the warmth of the steam hit him and the water began to cascade down his body. He heard the talking, laughing of a couple men, unseen as the shower walls were high and there was only one entrance. There were eight shower heads, two on each wall of the large area.
The voices came and went, going to the bathroom and leaving so this was not a private area. His cock sprang upwards, wondering if they would just fuck him with no regards to privacy.
His face was in the water when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Donnie knew it wasn't Kenneth's massive hand from the handshake they just shared as it pushed him slowly against the wall. He turned him around, both hands on his shoulders, and Donnie saw Jesse, naked and his six inch cock erect and waiting.
