Temptation Echo

By Edwin Betancourt Jr.

Echo The Escort is a 28 year old Gay sex worker who loves his job!
Hired by Politicians, Sports Entertainers, Detectives, Billionaires and more, his job as an Escort is simple, "Be whatever the client wants you to be!".
Echo has worked for the top Escorting Agency in Torne City named 'Somin Agency' for the past ten years and doesn't see himself moving on anytime soon.
But when a fellow Escort is murdered, a horrible truth is revealed and he meets the man of his dreams, Echo might have to make some drastic changes in his life...well assuming he's alive long enough to do so.

This Gayrotica Novella contains strong language and strong sexually explicit scenes NOT intended for younger readers! It's told through the eyes of Echo and reveals a twist in the first chapter, NO ONE will see coming!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Edwin Betancourt Jr.
• Release date: Dec 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215868836

Edwin Betancourt Jr.

Edwin Betancourt Jr. is a Writer, Playwright and Poet, hailing from Bronx, NY. He began  writing fan fiction at the age of 13. It wasn't until he turned 14 that he decided to write original stories ranging from Fantasy, Science Fiction and Drama. Being a writer Edwin is proud to take readers into his world full of grief, rejection, love, loss, magic and fear; mixed with some glitter of hope. 

Book preview

(1)

Hello!

Everyone has a dream. 

Mine was to be a famous groundbreaking journalist for the New York Times or Gay Daily, 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 ball game. 

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 services 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 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 a bit 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. Todo un puto lío te digo.

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 was caught blowing their youth pastor in the back of his Lincoln. But in my defense they forgot to pick me up from a ball game that evening and the pastor had a huge dick, why wouldn’t I suck it?

They got all pissy so they kicked me out.

A few weeks after living on the streets, 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 20 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 theater that Summer. 

It was in that theater 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 anyone 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 what the gringo guys at the club would call a feminine Gay and although Hollywood tends to make the feminine Gays campy and overdramatic, that wasn’t me. 

I never dressed like a chick, but I guess I had some feminine gestures when I would speak and because I keep my eyebrows nice and trimmed, keep my full Puerto Rican lips nice and moist by applying lip balm and because I’m a bottom; I’m perceived as feminine.

If those are the reasons that I’m feminine, then so be it. Ain’t nothing wrong with that! Half those guys need to get high on crystal just to please their tops. Me? It’s all natural.

Aside from that, my height is 5’6 and my body is a bit on the muscular side. I don’t work out to get validation or some shit, I work out when I’m stressed. Given the life I had growing up, it was either work out at the local gym where they offer free showers, or get doped out at the pier. I obviously chose the gym.

I do have tattoos on my chest and left arm but they’re mostly just inspirational shit. Like an entire chorus of my favorite song etc. Corny I know, but hey the clients love it so that’s all that matters.

But no matter my body size or height it all tends to get overlooked when guys see my thick ass—their words not mine! 

Not to toot my own horn here, but I always found my bubble butt very appealing and so have the clients who have booked me. But those were qualities not many of the Alpha Gay Men were looking for in a mate.

The Alpha Gay Men are the men who post pictures of themselves flexing their muscles and posing in just underwear clearly overstuffed with socks. They’re the men who are so vain that they date or marry their doppelgangers so they could fuck themselves daily. 

So when Noah gave me that compliment I had to laugh in his face.

But Noah wasn’t giving up on his weird venture. I’m serious. He handed me a black business card that contained his name and email address in gold lettering. If you ever get tired of mopping up cum, give me a call.

I went home later that night and Googled who he was. He was the CEO and President of Somin Agency, an escorting agency for Gay men. I wasn’t sure if I was mad or offended that he assumed I was escort material. I mean don’t get me wrong I do love the aspect of getting paid for sex. I enjoyed watching porn just like most males at that age and I did have a 12-inch dildo I named ‘Mr. Hamm’, so it’s not like sex was a taboo subject for me.

I emailed him that I would love to hear more about this opportunity and he replied less than an hour later. 

The position was for a Part time Escort, I would be undergoing mental tests (to make sure I don’t go all Ali Larter in Obsessed on the potential clients), STD, HIV and Drug tests were all conducted as well. I would then be photographed (nude and clothed) and the pictures would be stored in a virtual catalog. 

The Virtual Catalog was exactly how it sounded, many potential clients go through profiles of the Escorts on the roster to see if we are the type of guys they want to fulfill their fantasies with. If a client chooses me, they book an appointment for a future