The Seducer : Part 1 of 3

"You can edit the video however you want to… take your face out of it or whatever. As long as it is apparent that it is our competition in the video and that he is having sex, you can do whatever you want to do to the footage before turning it over to us." Daniel said, his voice smooth and casual.
"This is crazy! There is absolutely no-"

"You don't have to answer now." Daniel interrupted, taking a large envelope from his briefcase. "This has all the information you'll need to know about the guy. Read over it and if you decide to take the job, my number is included in the information. You'll also find five hundred dollars just for showing up to meet with me today."

Daniel quickly plopped that envelope down on the table, stood, and was about to leave when he paused . "If you choose to take the job you will be paid 5,000 to begin and once the video is delivered another 10,000." With that, he turned on his heel and left before I could say a word. After watching him exit the café and disappear into the bustle of the city, I sat there trying to make sense of it all.

The whole thing was so crazy. He almost couldn't believe it had actually happened. Some guy wanted to pay him to have sex with another guy and film it? 15,000 dollars? And He knew about me being gay? In a daze I picked up the envelope and started back to my apartment. I had kept the secret of my sexual orientation since I was boy.

My father was a loud and outspoken man and he had on numerous occasion shared his opinion on "queers." I didn't dare tell him anything when I started feeling an attraction towards guys instead of girls when I went through puberty. My mother had died of cancer when I was 3 and I was all my dad had. I couldn't tell him. I kept it a secret and never told a soul… then when I was a freshmen at an interior design college, I got a call saying my dad had died in a car accident. It really shook me up. I dropped out of school and… and I did nothing with my life but waste all the money I and my father had saved up. I was so distraught and confused that I turned to drugs and beer.

One night, totally drunk, I entered a strip contest at a club and the ladies liked what they saw. The next day, after a horrible hang over, I had a job. That had been three years ago and to this day, for some strange reason, I never lost that fear of coming out. My dad had been the main reason for me to not come out when he was alive but still, today, I was scared. I had come out to only a few of my closest friends and I was still close friends with all of them, they didn't hate me… so why was I so scared that others would?

As I neared the entrance to my apartment, the irony of it all hit me and I laughed out loud. My life must look hilarious and upside down to others! I was a gay stripper who stripped for a straight crowd, proud and open about stripping but was scared about coming out, and probably the only virgin stripper in the whole state of New York… if not the whole country. I laughed again at the irony of it.

When I got into my apartment, I shed the jacket and hat and hung them up. It was much warmer today then it was last night. I knew it must still be below freezing because nothing was melting but it felt so much better without that harsh wind. I suddenly remembered what I held in my hands as I walked into the living room. I had gotten so caught up in remembering my past and my fear that I had nearly forgotten about Daniel, his employer, the competition, and the envelope. I plopped down on the couch and debated whether to open it or not. After thinking about, I realized that I needed to at least know a little more about what was going on before anything else crazy happened.

I quickly opened the flap and slid the contents out onto my lap. The first thing in the pile of papers was a simple card that had Daniel's name and phone number on it. No business information, address, or anything else but the name and number. The next couple items were photos of, who I assumed was, the "competition." The first was a close up his face, taken in a studio. It looked as if it had been taken for a business card or advertising. The man looked to be in his 50s, salt and pepper hair, slight aging on his face but still very handsome, blue eyes, defined jaw line, sharp nose, perfect smile…

I blinked. What was I doing? "The guy's attractive but don't fall in love with a photo of him." I scolded myself, setting the photo aside. The next photo was of the same man but a full length portrait. The man wore an expensive looking suit, shirt, and tie… and he didn't look to bad. Actually he looked really good. The guy must work out regularly because it sure didn't look like he had gained any weight in his aging process. I began to set this photo aside as well but had to take another look at it.
"Man, he is one hot guy." I gapped.

I laughed at myself. This was so stupid! I was falling head over heels with a guy I had never even met. Heck, I didn't even know his name. Kevin Harris. I read off of the next item from the envelope. It appeared to be a biography of the man and then some other important information on him. Well, now I knew his name… Kevin Harris. I glanced back at the photos. Yep, he looked like a Kevin. I scanned through the rest of the pages and found schedules for Kevin Harris, places he went regularly, and people he met with.

Wow! I thought. They really did their homework on this guy… they even gave me a list of places where I could "run into" this guy.

This was crazy. I tossed the information aside and hopped up. I needed something hot to drink. Making my way to the kitchen, I mentally debated on cocoa or tea. I decided on cocoa… I needed some sugar. As I went about making my cocoa, my mind kept wandering back to the envelope and Kevin Harris's photos. They want me to seduce him? And film it? I felt a twitch below my belt at the thought. I had to admit the thought did sound… hot. Of course it was a horrible thing to do and probably illegal but that guy was good looking and-
My thoughts were interrupted by another twitch in my pants.

My dick was starting to grow hard. I shook my head at my foolishness, grabbed my cocoa and headed back towards the living room. Setting down my steaming mug, I picked up the pictures again. big mistake… my dick sprung up and in a matter of seconds was straining to get out of my jeans. Before I knew what was happening, I grabbed my phone and punched in the numbers on Daniel's card.

"Hello, Isaac." Daniel said in his smooth voice. "You have an answer already?"
"I'll do it."

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Lowering the barbell, I glanced over at Kevin, who was bench pressing two benches down.

"Good." My spotter cooed. "Your doing good." It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes at the guy. You could tell that he worked at the gym from his overly cheery disposition. No one was that happy unless they were getting paid to act that way.

I pushed the barbell back up over my chest… Man, this wasn't as easy as it looked. I wasn't used to using exercise equipment like this. I liked to work out in the comfort of my home so I didn't have a gym membership. The only reason I did now was because of Kevin. I had been given 5,000 dollars once I accepted the job and was told that it was to cover any expenses I might encounter in my seduction.

A quick scan over the information given me about Kevin and I knew the best place to come into contact with him was the gym that he went to regularly. So now I had a year long membership to Kevin's gym. It was a good thing they gave me that 5,000 because Kevin went to one of those really nice private gyms. The kind of gym, I was sure, that the rich snobs in my apartment building went to.

As I slowly lowered the barbell again, I took another glance in Kevin's direction. He was done benching.

Thank goodness! I don't think I could do anymore. I thought, telling my cheerful spotter that I was done. Wiping the sweat form my forehead, I followed Kevin casually at a distance. He was heading towards the back locker room. Good, that was where my locker was. In this gym, all the members had assigned lockers with their names on them. I hoped that Kevin's locker would be next to mine but as I entered the locker room, Kevin headed toward the opposite side of the room.

Well, at least we have the same locker room… it would be really awkward if I had to follow him in here and not even have a locker! I thought to myself, as I put in my combination. While pretending to rustle through my bag, I glanced over at Kevin and almost choked. He was sliding the green athletic shirt off over his shoulders, confirming my earlier assumption of him not gaining any "old age fat." The guy had perfect abs and sexy pecks covered in a light covering of grey hair.

Dang! I hope I age that well. I thought to myself as I quickly scanned over his bare chest a second time.

I watched as Kevin reached down for the waistband of his shorts and my dick jumped at the thought of seeing this gorgeous man in his underwear but as Kevin pushed his shorts down, he took his briefs with them. The sight of Kevin naked immediately gave me a boner and I had to force myself not to stare at him from across the room. I quickly searched to see if anyone had noticed the protrusion in my shorts but thankfully there was only a couple others in the room and none were near me. Once my dick a deflated a little, I glanced back over at Kevin who was just pulling on a swimsuit. It was the kind that was skin tight and ending just above the knees. He then grabbed a swim cap and goggles and headed towards the showers and pool.

So he was a legit swimmer… that was apparent by his apparel. Well, I had come prepared. I reached into my bag and pulled out a bright green Speedo that I had purchased earlier that morning for this very occasion. Normally, I would have just worn a normal beach swimsuit but I was here to seduce… so why not swim in next to nothing? I quickly threw off my clothes, slid the skimpy thing on, and headed after Kevin.

The Speedo took a little getting used to and I'm sure I would never have been able to walk around in it without getting embarrassed if I wasn't so used to being in front of people in almost nothing. I didn't see Kevin in any of the showers so I hastily rinsed and headed for the lap pool. The gym had two other pools but I thought it was pretty safe to assume from Kevin's swimsuit, cap, and goggles, that he wasn't headed for the water slides.

When I arrived at the lap pool, I found that my assumptions had been correct and was surprised to see that Kevin was the only one using the pool. As I entered the pool area and prepared to get into the water, I went over my plan of attack.
I had thought about it a lot last night and I decided that if it were me being seduced… Basically, I wasn't going to jump into bed with a random guy who flirted with me. But if I was attracted to someone and actually knew them and then they flirted with me… Well, I was much more likely to get into bed with them. So that was my plan, attract him, get to know him, get him into bed.

Stop it! I scolded myself. I was starting to get hard again just by thinking about Kevin in bed so I decided to get into the water and act natural. As soon as I started swimming though, I knew it was going to be difficult to actually act natural. I could swim but I couldn't actually swim… swim. I mean, I had never actually been on a swim team or anything like that. I had only swam for recreation purposes before and was quickly realizing that the butterfly stroke was harder than it looked.

Why didn't I get a pair of goggles? I kicked myself mentally. It would have made it much easier if I could see! After four or five laps though, I started getting the hang of it and I thought I might actually look like a "real" swimmer. I took a glance over at Kevin every once in a while , hoping he had noticed me but he looked pretty focused on his own swimming.
What do I have to do? I'm wearing a bright green Speedo and he doesn't-

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a piercing pain in my right leg. I quickly pulled up and grabbed for the side of the pool. A bit down on my tongue to keep from crying out as I pulled myself up out of the water.
Shoot! Some simmer I turned out to be. I chided myself. Got a cramp on the fifth lap.

"Cramp?" Someone asked from behind me. I jumped, startled. Turning, I saw Kevin standing behind me, water dripping down his fit body.
"Uhm… yeah." I stuttered, rubbing my leg. A smile broke across Kevin's face as he lowered himself to a sitting position beside me.
"Don't swim much?" He asked, a knowing look on his face.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked, wincing as I stretched out my leg.

Kevin chuckled a warm sounding laugh that made my chest tingle. "I actually just started a couple years ago and trust me… I was even worse then you."
"Well, that makes me feel better… I think."
"Come on." Kevin said, rising and offering his hand. "A shower will help soothe the muscle."

I excepted his help up and we both slowly started back to the lockers. Kevin walked along side me, making sure I wasn't in to much pain as I hobbled along. Actually, the pain had already subsided a great amount but I was going to nurse the cramp for every bit it was worth if it kept Kevin around. When we reached the showers Kevin asked if I would be alright and waited for me to say yes before turning to get into a shower opposite from me. Oh come on! I thought to myself as he turned his back toward me. I'm in a shower… giving me a legitimate excuse for stripping in front of him… now I just need him to look back at me!

Then suddenly an Idea popped into my head and I knew exactly what to do. "Oooh!" I moaned and grabbed my leg in pain even though the pain was almost completely gone now. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kevin turn back towards me to see if I was alright. Then trying my best to act natural and not give it away that I was really doing it for him, I slid the bright green Speedo down and let it drop to the floor.

Quickly, while Kevin still had his eyes on me, I turned with my back to him and bent over to pick up the Speedo, keeping my legs as straight as possible, giving him a full view of my smooth butt. Once I straightened back up, I chanced a glance in Kevin's directions and saw him turning back around, away from me, but as he turned I caught a glimpse of a growing dick under his tight swimsuit.

Then, just like Kevin's dick, a smile began to grow on my face… This was totally crazy and horrible but it was going to be fun!

*** TO BE CONTINUED! If you like the story, please comment, rate, and read part 2. I know, there wasn't any of the good stuff (sex) in this part but there is a LOT in Part 2!