There are some key items that you must always remember to pack when venturing off to see a client. You won't use every item every time, but just remember what that overly-friendly Boy Scout Troop leader taught you: Be Prepared.
Here's my list, (in no particular order):
Good lube.
Condoms (both regular & XL).
Viagra.
An excuse to leave (if need be).
Colgate Wisps (best invention since silicone-based lube).
Listerine.
Mace (ya never know).
A casual outfit (jeans & a hoodie are your best bet).
Deodorant.
Baby wipes.
Poppers.
Cell phone.
GPS or really good directions including the hotel room number.
Hair gel.
And most importantly: Swagger.
This is a good list to live by. But ALWAYS remember to LEAVE YOUR DIGNITY AT HOME. If you bring it with you, you're bound to leave it at some trick's hotel room and never see it again. Trust me, it happened with my favorite pair of sunglasses. Avoid that. You can pick up your dignity at home after you're done working.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
A Lazy Hooker?
Seems that I've been a "lazy hooker" lately - the last client I've seen was nearly a month ago when I was in NYC. My lack of work/blogging since then is a bit ironic, considering I was named "Hooker Blog of the Month" by The Sword.com
Well, I'm happy to report that I'm still here, and I have a regular client that I'll be seeing late tonight. Yay!
As I've blogged about before, there is total flexibility when you do something like this. You can do it when you want, take a break when you want, etc. You have no boss - and I've generally found that clients are patient. If you tell regulars that you're taking some time off or that you're going out of town for a bit, they get it. The client I'm seeing tonight has been in contact trying to connect for a while. I called him back this afternoon to see if he wanted to get together, and there you have it - a date is made.
Thanks to all of you for the great comments you've been leaving both here and on my Twitter. Much love to ya!
Well, I'm happy to report that I'm still here, and I have a regular client that I'll be seeing late tonight. Yay!
As I've blogged about before, there is total flexibility when you do something like this. You can do it when you want, take a break when you want, etc. You have no boss - and I've generally found that clients are patient. If you tell regulars that you're taking some time off or that you're going out of town for a bit, they get it. The client I'm seeing tonight has been in contact trying to connect for a while. I called him back this afternoon to see if he wanted to get together, and there you have it - a date is made.
Thanks to all of you for the great comments you've been leaving both here and on my Twitter. Much love to ya!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
My First Traveling Gig: the flight to NYC
I’ve been promising an updated blog for a while now, and I’m finally doing it. Things have been very busy. My day job (yes, I have one) has been crazy, and I’ve had escort clients virtually every night in the past week. Right now I’m on my Jetblue flight to New York City catching up on Real Housewives of Atlanta and writing this blog.
Alright, so first I wanna vent a little about this NYC trip. I am actually very nervous. I’m flying here to meet a new client who wants me to spend a night with him at the Marriot Marquee. He’s maybe in his 50s and has a deep New Yorker accent. He first called me a couple months ago and left me a voicemail saying he wanted to fly me out to NYC for a night. I ignored the voicemail because I figured that sounded crazy – why would he want to spend money flying some escort across the country just for one night? Surely he could find plenty of local escorts (it IS New York City). But he was persistent. He called back a couple more times and sent me a few e-mails. I finally called him back and he explained that my style is different from a lot of the escorts around (something I still don’t believe), and that flying a boy across the country is part of the thrill for him. That’s all fine and dandy, but money is what really talks, and when he told me he would pay me an amount that will cover my entire mortgage payment this month, I couldn’t resist. So, I agreed, he booked my flight and here I am, flying to New York. Even as I type that, I giggle in disbelief.
Since he booked it a month ago or so, we’ve exchanged numerous e-mails. I’ve been sending him pictures, dirty e-mails, etc. He’s even sent me pictures of him. But aside from all that, I really don’t know this guy. Now, I meet new clients all the time - but the fact that I’m going to be 3,000 miles from home changes the game. What if something goes wrong? What if he’s a total freak? I don’t know anyone in NYC (aside from a favorite Twitter friend of mine, DJBakelite) – but seriously, that’s it. I’m sure it will be fine, but that nervous feeling I get in my stomach whenever I meet a new client is multiplied by 1,000 right now.
Enough scary talk. I’m actually looking forward to tomorrow. After our night together, he’s going to work and I have all day Friday to spend on my own in Manhattan. My flight doesn’t leave until 7pm. What’s a boy to do? Hopefully I’ll meet up with DJBakelite for a drink or lunch. Other than that I really don’t know. Any suggestions?
Ok, sounds like we’re starting our decent. NYC, here I come! Wish me luck…
Alright, so first I wanna vent a little about this NYC trip. I am actually very nervous. I’m flying here to meet a new client who wants me to spend a night with him at the Marriot Marquee. He’s maybe in his 50s and has a deep New Yorker accent. He first called me a couple months ago and left me a voicemail saying he wanted to fly me out to NYC for a night. I ignored the voicemail because I figured that sounded crazy – why would he want to spend money flying some escort across the country just for one night? Surely he could find plenty of local escorts (it IS New York City). But he was persistent. He called back a couple more times and sent me a few e-mails. I finally called him back and he explained that my style is different from a lot of the escorts around (something I still don’t believe), and that flying a boy across the country is part of the thrill for him. That’s all fine and dandy, but money is what really talks, and when he told me he would pay me an amount that will cover my entire mortgage payment this month, I couldn’t resist. So, I agreed, he booked my flight and here I am, flying to New York. Even as I type that, I giggle in disbelief.
Since he booked it a month ago or so, we’ve exchanged numerous e-mails. I’ve been sending him pictures, dirty e-mails, etc. He’s even sent me pictures of him. But aside from all that, I really don’t know this guy. Now, I meet new clients all the time - but the fact that I’m going to be 3,000 miles from home changes the game. What if something goes wrong? What if he’s a total freak? I don’t know anyone in NYC (aside from a favorite Twitter friend of mine, DJBakelite) – but seriously, that’s it. I’m sure it will be fine, but that nervous feeling I get in my stomach whenever I meet a new client is multiplied by 1,000 right now.
Enough scary talk. I’m actually looking forward to tomorrow. After our night together, he’s going to work and I have all day Friday to spend on my own in Manhattan. My flight doesn’t leave until 7pm. What’s a boy to do? Hopefully I’ll meet up with DJBakelite for a drink or lunch. Other than that I really don’t know. Any suggestions?
Ok, sounds like we’re starting our decent. NYC, here I come! Wish me luck…
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Viagra allows my mind to wander
As you may have read in some of my other posts, I have a good time doing what I do. I have some regular clients who I can't wait to see again - sexy ass fuckers. But I also have some clients that... well... don't excite me as much, for whatever reason.
Case in point, the client I had last night - a regular. He's a very nice guy, probably in his late 40s, average looking and a manager for a grocery store chain. He's very friendly - we usually sit in his living room for 10 or 15 minutes when I first arrive and talk about what's been happening in our lives since we last saw each other. I sit on the sofa, he sits in his recliner across the room. The conversation usually flows okay, but it has its awkward pauses every now and then. Really, this is the most stimulating part of the visit for me, which is perhaps why I let it linger a bit.
Then, he'll say "wanna go play?" I say, "absolutely!" and then he walks over to the stereo cabinet and turns on the most erection-killing music you've ever heard. And he doesn't just put it on low in the background... no, no... he BLASTS so loud that the floor shakes.
I know what you're thinking... the music can't be THAT bad. Oh... but it is. So bad in fact, that I made a mental note of the songs last night because I knew I had to blog about it. Ready? "Killing Me Softly with His Song" (the REALLY old version by Roberta Flack), "Hey Mickey You're So Fine" by Toni Basil, "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin, "Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel, and then (from out of nowhere) "Summer Lovin" from Grease,
I lay on my back, legs above my head resting on the headboard as he ferociously licked my boy cunt, and my mind was miles away remembering that ridiculous Toni Basil video... what ever happened to her? I think I saw a special on VH1 abot her once. "Take My Breath Away" ... remember that song from Top Gun? I never really liked Tom Cruise much... and for some reason I always confused him with Patrick Swayze, but I liked Patrick Swayze much more... he really won be over with "Ghost." And oh how I loved Peter Garbiel... "Sledgehammer" is my favorite song of his... that part with the flute was rad.... and then Grease! I did that show when I was in high school - bad memories there... I didn't get the part I wanted, and I had a major crush on the boy who played Eugene... that's wierd... crushing on the guy who played the nerd. But he was cute!
By now the guy has a condom on and has been fucking me since the beginning of "Solsbury Hill" - and I realized how far gone I had been. Then I started to chuckle to myself about how I definitely need to blog about this when I get home - and before I could finish that thought, he pulled out and shot a load all over my stomach.
I may have been daydreaming, but thanks to my trusty 1/2 dose of Viagra I took before I showed up, he'll never knew.
I wonder what he'll play next time....
Case in point, the client I had last night - a regular. He's a very nice guy, probably in his late 40s, average looking and a manager for a grocery store chain. He's very friendly - we usually sit in his living room for 10 or 15 minutes when I first arrive and talk about what's been happening in our lives since we last saw each other. I sit on the sofa, he sits in his recliner across the room. The conversation usually flows okay, but it has its awkward pauses every now and then. Really, this is the most stimulating part of the visit for me, which is perhaps why I let it linger a bit.
Then, he'll say "wanna go play?" I say, "absolutely!" and then he walks over to the stereo cabinet and turns on the most erection-killing music you've ever heard. And he doesn't just put it on low in the background... no, no... he BLASTS so loud that the floor shakes.
I know what you're thinking... the music can't be THAT bad. Oh... but it is. So bad in fact, that I made a mental note of the songs last night because I knew I had to blog about it. Ready? "Killing Me Softly with His Song" (the REALLY old version by Roberta Flack), "Hey Mickey You're So Fine" by Toni Basil, "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin, "Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel, and then (from out of nowhere) "Summer Lovin" from Grease,
I lay on my back, legs above my head resting on the headboard as he ferociously licked my boy cunt, and my mind was miles away remembering that ridiculous Toni Basil video... what ever happened to her? I think I saw a special on VH1 abot her once. "Take My Breath Away" ... remember that song from Top Gun? I never really liked Tom Cruise much... and for some reason I always confused him with Patrick Swayze, but I liked Patrick Swayze much more... he really won be over with "Ghost." And oh how I loved Peter Garbiel... "Sledgehammer" is my favorite song of his... that part with the flute was rad.... and then Grease! I did that show when I was in high school - bad memories there... I didn't get the part I wanted, and I had a major crush on the boy who played Eugene... that's wierd... crushing on the guy who played the nerd. But he was cute!
By now the guy has a condom on and has been fucking me since the beginning of "Solsbury Hill" - and I realized how far gone I had been. Then I started to chuckle to myself about how I definitely need to blog about this when I get home - and before I could finish that thought, he pulled out and shot a load all over my stomach.
I may have been daydreaming, but thanks to my trusty 1/2 dose of Viagra I took before I showed up, he'll never knew.
I wonder what he'll play next time....
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Showered & Ready!
Just out of the shower and about to head out of the hotel - thought I'd post a pic on my blog since I can't post fun pics on Twitter anymore. Have a great night, everyone! - I know I will!
Nasty Boy
Update: I'm back on Twitter (yay!) ... getting booted off for a week sucked, but it's all good. now.
I'm in SF now for Folsom Street Fair weekend. Last night I ventured off to Berkeley to visit Steamworks, a popular bathhouse. I don't go to sex clubs often, but when I do go, I go for one reason. Anonymous sex. I don't want to know your name, I don't wanna see your face, I just wanna put my lips to a glory hole and swallow multiple loads from strangers. Does this make me a slut? Sure. But whatever - it's hot.
Got back to my hotel here in the city last night and passed out. Got up about an hour ago. It's a beautiful day. I'm still trying to decided on what I should wear tonight to Magnitude (the big Folsom circuit party). I have a couple jocks, some chaps, a leather vest, a rubber singlet, fatigues, leather suspenders... haha... I guess I'm ready for anything.
There's sure to be some nasty stuff happening tonight at Magnitude tonight and Folsom tomorrow, but I think the biggest, nastiest party is going to be Real Bad on Sunday night. Apparently it's really hard to get tickets and it is the best party of the weekend, at least according to my friends. We'll see.
Do you think I'm a nasty boy? Ha.
I'm in SF now for Folsom Street Fair weekend. Last night I ventured off to Berkeley to visit Steamworks, a popular bathhouse. I don't go to sex clubs often, but when I do go, I go for one reason. Anonymous sex. I don't want to know your name, I don't wanna see your face, I just wanna put my lips to a glory hole and swallow multiple loads from strangers. Does this make me a slut? Sure. But whatever - it's hot.
Got back to my hotel here in the city last night and passed out. Got up about an hour ago. It's a beautiful day. I'm still trying to decided on what I should wear tonight to Magnitude (the big Folsom circuit party). I have a couple jocks, some chaps, a leather vest, a rubber singlet, fatigues, leather suspenders... haha... I guess I'm ready for anything.
There's sure to be some nasty stuff happening tonight at Magnitude tonight and Folsom tomorrow, but I think the biggest, nastiest party is going to be Real Bad on Sunday night. Apparently it's really hard to get tickets and it is the best party of the weekend, at least according to my friends. We'll see.
Do you think I'm a nasty boy? Ha.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Twitter's a Hater
So, my Twitter account was suspended last week - I've tried to get it restored but the Twitter birdies don't seem to be in any hurry to resolve my issue. I think it's because I had a nude picture up (which I told them I have no problem removing) - but we'll see. Still stayin busy - I made $400 today! Yay for money. Hope to be up on Twitter again soon - I miss it!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
How I became a Top (for a night)
I like it both ways, but mostly I like to be pounded by a nice fat cock. The being said, I advertise myself as "vers" - (appeal to the larger audience, right?)
Well tonight I met up with a guy that e-mailed me about a week ago. Said he was 30 years old, 5'9", 140lbs and wanted a massage and maybe wanted to get topped. We emailed back and forth a couple days until finally tonight we met.
I got to his place, and this boy was cute, exactly as he had described and super easy going. I sat down on the sofa next to him as he lit up his bong and we started to smoke a bowl ... damn, I hadn't done that in a long time. Didn't take much for me to get stoned...
Then we went to his bedroom. He took off his clothes and laid on his stomach, a perfect little bubble butt laying there waiting to be fucked... I quickly got naked, straddled his ass, and began to rub his shoulders... kissing the back of his neck as I worked my way down his beautiful ass.
This boy was moaning the entire time... it was obvious he wanted my cock right then, but he wasn't going to get it until I could get a taste of that hole. I spread his cheeks and let my tongue start just below his rosebud, then moved it slowing up, past his tight little cunt, and up to the small of his back. I repeated this several times - driving him crazy with each pass.
Finally I smacked my rock hard cock on his ass a couple times, slipped on a condom, spit right into his hole and pushed myself deep inside of him as he let out a load moan. This is what he wanted, and I could feel him pushing his ass back up against my cock - making sure to take it as deep as possible. I responded by dicking him even harder - his moans muffled by the pillow.
Then I turned him on his back, spread his legs apart and pushed myself inside him from a new angle. His eyes gazing up and me and then closing as I started to go faster. He grabbed my thighs with both his hands as he begged for it more and more. His hole felt incredible, and his eagerness to have me inside of him only made my cock that much harder. This boy couldn't get enough of it.
I could've kept going all night, but eventually his moans became faster and he said with an exhausted breath, "I'm gonna cum!" And he did. He shot all over himself as my cock gave a few last thrusts into his beautifully tight hole.
It's been a while since I've topped and really enjoyed it - but this guy was the perfect combo. Smaller frame, cute face, and eager to be fucked hard. And for a guy like that - I'm 100% top.
Well tonight I met up with a guy that e-mailed me about a week ago. Said he was 30 years old, 5'9", 140lbs and wanted a massage and maybe wanted to get topped. We emailed back and forth a couple days until finally tonight we met.
I got to his place, and this boy was cute, exactly as he had described and super easy going. I sat down on the sofa next to him as he lit up his bong and we started to smoke a bowl ... damn, I hadn't done that in a long time. Didn't take much for me to get stoned...
Then we went to his bedroom. He took off his clothes and laid on his stomach, a perfect little bubble butt laying there waiting to be fucked... I quickly got naked, straddled his ass, and began to rub his shoulders... kissing the back of his neck as I worked my way down his beautiful ass.
This boy was moaning the entire time... it was obvious he wanted my cock right then, but he wasn't going to get it until I could get a taste of that hole. I spread his cheeks and let my tongue start just below his rosebud, then moved it slowing up, past his tight little cunt, and up to the small of his back. I repeated this several times - driving him crazy with each pass.
Finally I smacked my rock hard cock on his ass a couple times, slipped on a condom, spit right into his hole and pushed myself deep inside of him as he let out a load moan. This is what he wanted, and I could feel him pushing his ass back up against my cock - making sure to take it as deep as possible. I responded by dicking him even harder - his moans muffled by the pillow.
Then I turned him on his back, spread his legs apart and pushed myself inside him from a new angle. His eyes gazing up and me and then closing as I started to go faster. He grabbed my thighs with both his hands as he begged for it more and more. His hole felt incredible, and his eagerness to have me inside of him only made my cock that much harder. This boy couldn't get enough of it.
I could've kept going all night, but eventually his moans became faster and he said with an exhausted breath, "I'm gonna cum!" And he did. He shot all over himself as my cock gave a few last thrusts into his beautifully tight hole.
It's been a while since I've topped and really enjoyed it - but this guy was the perfect combo. Smaller frame, cute face, and eager to be fucked hard. And for a guy like that - I'm 100% top.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I'm a Tired Boy
Just got home from my second client of the day... whew, I'm exhausted.
I saw DB tonight (see previous post, "Crazy but Regular"). I don't think I've ever seen him so horny. He ripped my clothes off as soon as I was in the door and we had a very hot time. I sucked him for a while and he returned the favor, and then I got a condom and started to ride his rock-hard shaft. Fuck, he has a nice cock. Soon he put me on my hands and knees and plowed me from behind. I hadn't cum from my earlier client today, so my balls were already aching to cum. I tried not to, but his 8" cock pounding my eager hole made me cum without even touching myself. Fuck, it felt good. Of course he wasn't done - and apparently I wasn't either. My cock stayed rock hard as he continued to pound me, until eventually I grabbed my dick and started stroking as he relentlessly fucked me doggie-style. Once I heard him start to cum, I jerked harder and a second load came blasting out of my cock and onto the Hilton comforter. Mmmmm...
PS: do they wash those things between guests?
I saw DB tonight (see previous post, "Crazy but Regular"). I don't think I've ever seen him so horny. He ripped my clothes off as soon as I was in the door and we had a very hot time. I sucked him for a while and he returned the favor, and then I got a condom and started to ride his rock-hard shaft. Fuck, he has a nice cock. Soon he put me on my hands and knees and plowed me from behind. I hadn't cum from my earlier client today, so my balls were already aching to cum. I tried not to, but his 8" cock pounding my eager hole made me cum without even touching myself. Fuck, it felt good. Of course he wasn't done - and apparently I wasn't either. My cock stayed rock hard as he continued to pound me, until eventually I grabbed my dick and started stroking as he relentlessly fucked me doggie-style. Once I heard him start to cum, I jerked harder and a second load came blasting out of my cock and onto the Hilton comforter. Mmmmm...
PS: do they wash those things between guests?
An Image She Won't Soon Forget
I have a client that works for a local television station - he's one of their executive producers or something. Let's call him EP :) ... EP is married, white, mid to late 50s, little bit of a belly, and a tiny dick. Now I've seen a lot of dick - big dick, small dick, massive dick (mmmm), and tinnie-tiny dick. I'm really not phased by it. But this guy never shuts up about his millimeter peter. He's constantly talking about how he can't satisfy his wife with it, etc... and how he more than makes up for it with his amazing oral sex skills. Well, she might think so, but I certainly don't.
This is why I'm hired.
When EP and I get together, it's always on a weekday afternoon. He usually gets a hotel room downtown and we just use it for an hour or so. He loves to have me fuck him (and frequently tells me how he'd love to see me fuck his wife while he watches) - but he has a very hard time taking it. It's always a very slow process with lots of kissing, which is fine with me. Once I'm in and have him relaxed, he has a very good time. And his tight hole feels pretty good around my cock.
Well, today when we hooked up, I had him on his back laying at the foot of the bed and I stood at the end of the bed holding his legs in the air. After a long while I had him nice and loose and I was fuckin him pretty hard as he moaned and groaned in pleasure. I worked up quite a sweat as I fucked his hole and he was enjoying every thrust.
Then, with no warning at all, the hotel room door flings open and a latina housekeeping lady stood frozen in the doorway to see my sweaty 24-year-old naked ass fucking this 50-something-year-old dude with his legs sky high in the air. She stood there just long enough to realize that she wasn't seeing things, then quickly squealed, "So sorry, so sorry!" and slammed the door.
I couldn't contain myself. I literally fell over laughing. That maid will never again go into a room without knocking. I'm sure that image will stay with her for a long, long time - and I am still laughing out loud about it, even as I type this.
Lesson learned: use the deadbolt.
This is why I'm hired.
When EP and I get together, it's always on a weekday afternoon. He usually gets a hotel room downtown and we just use it for an hour or so. He loves to have me fuck him (and frequently tells me how he'd love to see me fuck his wife while he watches) - but he has a very hard time taking it. It's always a very slow process with lots of kissing, which is fine with me. Once I'm in and have him relaxed, he has a very good time. And his tight hole feels pretty good around my cock.
Well, today when we hooked up, I had him on his back laying at the foot of the bed and I stood at the end of the bed holding his legs in the air. After a long while I had him nice and loose and I was fuckin him pretty hard as he moaned and groaned in pleasure. I worked up quite a sweat as I fucked his hole and he was enjoying every thrust.
Then, with no warning at all, the hotel room door flings open and a latina housekeeping lady stood frozen in the doorway to see my sweaty 24-year-old naked ass fucking this 50-something-year-old dude with his legs sky high in the air. She stood there just long enough to realize that she wasn't seeing things, then quickly squealed, "So sorry, so sorry!" and slammed the door.
I couldn't contain myself. I literally fell over laughing. That maid will never again go into a room without knocking. I'm sure that image will stay with her for a long, long time - and I am still laughing out loud about it, even as I type this.
Lesson learned: use the deadbolt.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Cum & Go as You Please
One of the great things about being a rent boy is that I can work as much as I want when I need the money, save up, and then take some time off. It's the beauty of self employment. No vacation requests, no getting other people to cover your shift. If I don't wanna work, I just don't answer my phone. Simple.
Tonight is my first client in a while. I have an appointment with DB (see my previous post: 'Crazy, but Regular'). DB has called me several times while I've been away - left several messages. I did let him know that I was out of town for a while, but he still kept calling. Perhaps I'm just that good... naw, I think he's just that crazy. Either way, he's always been my most steady client.
I'm going to try and post on a more regular basis going forward. We'll see how many people are even interested. (Meh, even if no one reads this, it's theraputic to spill my own thoughts.)
PS: I created a twitter account today, so follow me! www.twitter.com/suburbanrentboy
Tonight is my first client in a while. I have an appointment with DB (see my previous post: 'Crazy, but Regular'). DB has called me several times while I've been away - left several messages. I did let him know that I was out of town for a while, but he still kept calling. Perhaps I'm just that good... naw, I think he's just that crazy. Either way, he's always been my most steady client.
I'm going to try and post on a more regular basis going forward. We'll see how many people are even interested. (Meh, even if no one reads this, it's theraputic to spill my own thoughts.)
PS: I created a twitter account today, so follow me! www.twitter.com/suburbanrentboy
Saturday, April 18, 2009
No, I don't cut deals.
My published rate is $200/hr. I may charge more than that if callers ask for longer than an hour or if I have to travel a significant distance to see them. But $200 is my general rate.
I don't know why people call asking if they can get a discount. NO! I do this for a reason - to make money. And to ask for a $50 discount is pathetic. If you want to get a cheap rentboy, go to some seedy part of the city and pick up some 15-year-old street kid for $30. Don't call me.
I don't know why people call asking if they can get a discount. NO! I do this for a reason - to make money. And to ask for a $50 discount is pathetic. If you want to get a cheap rentboy, go to some seedy part of the city and pick up some 15-year-old street kid for $30. Don't call me.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Whew, that was hot!
You never know what you're gonna get when you do this type of thing. And as I'm sure you can imagine, I have seen some not so hot things. But I must share this with you, my beloved blog reader, because it is the best part of doing this.
Side bar: Someone commented on an earlier post of mine something to the effect of "how can you fuck disgusting old men." - My answer to that: Viagra and a good imagination. Also, I don't fuck "disgusting" men... some of them may be older and a little socially awkward, but I steer clear of disgusting, unshowered, morbidly obese men. I do have my limits. I actually did turn down a trick when I got to his place and saw that he was very fat - I'm not talkin 50 pounds overweight, I'm talkin 300-400 pounds. That's just unsanitary, and I had to leave. I felt bad, but some things just aren't worth the money.
Moving on... today I had the dream client. I was a little nervous at first (it's always a little nerve wracking meeting someone for the first time) ... He e-mailed me last week mentioning the he'd be in town this weekend, but didn't make any solid plans. Then this afternoon he e-mailed again asking if I was free later this evening. I replied and said yes, and within 3 e-mails I had his hotel, room number, and a 6pm call time.
Got to the hotel, went up to the room and knocked. He opened the door right away.
Hot damn! Did I have the wrong room? This man stood about 6' tall and had a very nice build. I would say he was in his mid-40s, but he looked damn good for whatever age he was. He had a masculine, chiseled face and a sexy deep voice. I was very impressed, and needless to say excited.
He rubbed my arms as I stood in the luxury hotel room, looked me up and down and said, "Damn, you're cute."
I touched his arm, ran my hand across his chest, down his stomach and to his jeans, where I felt his already hard cock through the denim. Big cock. Yum.
In seconds I was on my knees in front of him, unwrapping that rock hard cock and taking it deep into my hungry mouth. My lips going back and forth along the shaft, my tongue twirling around to give him the best feeling possible. I was all about it. And now I am rock hard. At this point I'm not even thinking about the easy money I'm making, I'm just thinking about how hot it is to be sucking this muscle daddy's cock right now.
I blow him for a while and then he looks down at me and says, "You wanna swallow my load, boy?"
"Fuck yeah," I replied, while at the same time thinking, "Damn, I dont want this to end so soon!"
All of the sudden he lets out a huge groan as cum blasts out of his cock and straight to the back of my throat. I keep my lips on his cock, sucking down every last drop of this daddy's sweet cum until his orgasm came to a slow, satisfying end. It was incredible.
He steps back and lays onto the bed on his back, head resting against the headboard. I lay next to him on my stomach looking up at him. We start talking random things, where he's from (New York), why he's here (work), what good things to do are while he's in town, where we've traveled, etc. It was a nice conversation for a good 15 minutes or so. Then I notice that he's hard again. Now that's the kinda Daddy I like - and I knew I wanted to ride that cock before I left. Nice. I blow him a little but more, and then he says what I've been waiting for the entire 30 minutes I've been there, "You wanna ride it, boy?"
I reach over to my bag to grab a condom and some lube, slip on the condom, and squat down onto his rod. Slow at first - this is a big cock - hands on the headboard, and then I move up and down onto his very hard dick. This feels fuckin' nice. My hands move down to his hairy, well-built chest, then grabbing his thick arms as I bounce up and down, riding his cock like it's a bull in the rodeo.
I rode him hard for about 10 minutes before he shot his second load while he was inside me, to which I responded by shooting my load all over his chest. Yum.
So, that was the best time I've had so far. And, I GOT PAID FOR IT! This, no joke, is a guy that I would be thrilled to go home with if I met him at a bar. Go figure.
Well, he said he's in town til Monday, and wants to see me again on Sunday night before he leaves. I think I can arrange that...
Side bar: Someone commented on an earlier post of mine something to the effect of "how can you fuck disgusting old men." - My answer to that: Viagra and a good imagination. Also, I don't fuck "disgusting" men... some of them may be older and a little socially awkward, but I steer clear of disgusting, unshowered, morbidly obese men. I do have my limits. I actually did turn down a trick when I got to his place and saw that he was very fat - I'm not talkin 50 pounds overweight, I'm talkin 300-400 pounds. That's just unsanitary, and I had to leave. I felt bad, but some things just aren't worth the money.
Moving on... today I had the dream client. I was a little nervous at first (it's always a little nerve wracking meeting someone for the first time) ... He e-mailed me last week mentioning the he'd be in town this weekend, but didn't make any solid plans. Then this afternoon he e-mailed again asking if I was free later this evening. I replied and said yes, and within 3 e-mails I had his hotel, room number, and a 6pm call time.
Got to the hotel, went up to the room and knocked. He opened the door right away.
Hot damn! Did I have the wrong room? This man stood about 6' tall and had a very nice build. I would say he was in his mid-40s, but he looked damn good for whatever age he was. He had a masculine, chiseled face and a sexy deep voice. I was very impressed, and needless to say excited.
He rubbed my arms as I stood in the luxury hotel room, looked me up and down and said, "Damn, you're cute."
I touched his arm, ran my hand across his chest, down his stomach and to his jeans, where I felt his already hard cock through the denim. Big cock. Yum.
In seconds I was on my knees in front of him, unwrapping that rock hard cock and taking it deep into my hungry mouth. My lips going back and forth along the shaft, my tongue twirling around to give him the best feeling possible. I was all about it. And now I am rock hard. At this point I'm not even thinking about the easy money I'm making, I'm just thinking about how hot it is to be sucking this muscle daddy's cock right now.
I blow him for a while and then he looks down at me and says, "You wanna swallow my load, boy?"
"Fuck yeah," I replied, while at the same time thinking, "Damn, I dont want this to end so soon!"
All of the sudden he lets out a huge groan as cum blasts out of his cock and straight to the back of my throat. I keep my lips on his cock, sucking down every last drop of this daddy's sweet cum until his orgasm came to a slow, satisfying end. It was incredible.
He steps back and lays onto the bed on his back, head resting against the headboard. I lay next to him on my stomach looking up at him. We start talking random things, where he's from (New York), why he's here (work), what good things to do are while he's in town, where we've traveled, etc. It was a nice conversation for a good 15 minutes or so. Then I notice that he's hard again. Now that's the kinda Daddy I like - and I knew I wanted to ride that cock before I left. Nice. I blow him a little but more, and then he says what I've been waiting for the entire 30 minutes I've been there, "You wanna ride it, boy?"
I reach over to my bag to grab a condom and some lube, slip on the condom, and squat down onto his rod. Slow at first - this is a big cock - hands on the headboard, and then I move up and down onto his very hard dick. This feels fuckin' nice. My hands move down to his hairy, well-built chest, then grabbing his thick arms as I bounce up and down, riding his cock like it's a bull in the rodeo.
I rode him hard for about 10 minutes before he shot his second load while he was inside me, to which I responded by shooting my load all over his chest. Yum.
So, that was the best time I've had so far. And, I GOT PAID FOR IT! This, no joke, is a guy that I would be thrilled to go home with if I met him at a bar. Go figure.
Well, he said he's in town til Monday, and wants to see me again on Sunday night before he leaves. I think I can arrange that...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
A Slower Week
This week has been much slower. I've been getting a few e-mails from my ad and a couple texts here and there, but nothing has panned out yet.
I feel kinda bad because a couple weeks ago I had made plans with this guy visiting from out of town this Saturday night. Oops - totally forgot that I have wedding to go to that night and I can't make it, and I have no way to contact this guy cause he just called from a blocked number when we set it up. He got a hotel reservation and everything. My bad.
DB has been in touch and wants to get together again but he has house guests for the rest of the week and is unable to.
And just to fill you all in, that one fucker has yet to pay me. I don't think I'll ever see that money... Which makes me very angry. I don't do this shit for free. I mean, I do, but not with ugly fuckers like him. Gross.
So, that's pretty much it for now. Sorry it's not more exciting. Hope to have some fun stories for you soon.
I feel kinda bad because a couple weeks ago I had made plans with this guy visiting from out of town this Saturday night. Oops - totally forgot that I have wedding to go to that night and I can't make it, and I have no way to contact this guy cause he just called from a blocked number when we set it up. He got a hotel reservation and everything. My bad.
DB has been in touch and wants to get together again but he has house guests for the rest of the week and is unable to.
And just to fill you all in, that one fucker has yet to pay me. I don't think I'll ever see that money... Which makes me very angry. I don't do this shit for free. I mean, I do, but not with ugly fuckers like him. Gross.
So, that's pretty much it for now. Sorry it's not more exciting. Hope to have some fun stories for you soon.
Friday, April 10, 2009
So NOW you want to pay me?
Got an e-mail this morning from the bastard that ditched me yesterday - surprise!
I had e-mailed and called him once I got home with a nice, sweet message (which was difficult to do seeing as how pissed off I was), but I figured this was my only chance of ever getting my money from him. Still, I didn't think it would work.
I said something to the effect of, "Hey, I somehow lost you on the way to the bank - maybe you were going to a different one? In any case, give me a phone call or e-mail and we'll figure out a time to meet. I had fun! See you soon."
Nice, right?
So he actually e-mailed back!! Said he had to make it to a meeting and didn't have cell phone service... uh huh... Anyways, he said he'll be in my neck of the woods some time next week and he can pay me then.... We'll see if that actually happens - but the fact that he wrote back was a nice surprise.
I had e-mailed and called him once I got home with a nice, sweet message (which was difficult to do seeing as how pissed off I was), but I figured this was my only chance of ever getting my money from him. Still, I didn't think it would work.
I said something to the effect of, "Hey, I somehow lost you on the way to the bank - maybe you were going to a different one? In any case, give me a phone call or e-mail and we'll figure out a time to meet. I had fun! See you soon."
Nice, right?
So he actually e-mailed back!! Said he had to make it to a meeting and didn't have cell phone service... uh huh... Anyways, he said he'll be in my neck of the woods some time next week and he can pay me then.... We'll see if that actually happens - but the fact that he wrote back was a nice surprise.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Crazy, but regular
After a frustrating day, I got a call late this afternoon from my most frequent client. Let's call him DB. I met DB exactly a week ago, and he called me back for a second encounter just 2 days later. He called again this afternoon, making it a total of 3 encounters in just one week. He's clearly my favorite client so far - and he made the ending to my day today much better.
A little bit about DB... in short, he's a little nutty. I'm guessing he's in his early 50s, about 5'6", skinny, balding (but tries to hide it with a baseball cap - even when we're completely naked and fucking). He's just plain weird. But for all his weirdness, he is a reliable cash source.
And he is nice as pie. Constantly asking me, "Do you like coming to see me?", "Do you mind coming out here?", "Are you comfortable here?" etc, etc. He asks me things like this repeatedly, as if he didn't remember asking me the same thing twenty seconds ago.
It's easy money. I go there, make out with him for a second in the doorway uncomfortably (careful not to knock his baseball cap off, cause he gets all embarrassed when that happens). Then he offers me a glass of wine, I decline, we go to his bedroom (where Will & Grace reruns are playing on his small TV in the corner), I blow him briefly, then he blows me while I make funny noises (all while actually watching Will & Grace in the mirror, trying not to laugh at Karen). Then he's ready to fuck me. I slip on a condom and ride his cock (which is actually a good size, and he knows how to use it). This part is actually kinda fun. DB can FUCK! And if I close my eyes and imagine some hot muscle boy fucking my hole, I am having a great time. Tonight I rode him hard for a while, then he put me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind - hard. I loved every minute of it - going back and forth between closing my eyes and looking in the mirror in front of me to see what I look like while I'm getting plowed. I must say, I look pretty fuckin' hot while I'm getting fucked. At least I can turn myself on!
He came, I showered, he paid me, I left. He's happy, I'm happy. And what did we learn today? Regular clients are the best! And what's more - he wants to see me again on Tuesday. I think I can arrange that...
A little bit about DB... in short, he's a little nutty. I'm guessing he's in his early 50s, about 5'6", skinny, balding (but tries to hide it with a baseball cap - even when we're completely naked and fucking). He's just plain weird. But for all his weirdness, he is a reliable cash source.
And he is nice as pie. Constantly asking me, "Do you like coming to see me?", "Do you mind coming out here?", "Are you comfortable here?" etc, etc. He asks me things like this repeatedly, as if he didn't remember asking me the same thing twenty seconds ago.
It's easy money. I go there, make out with him for a second in the doorway uncomfortably (careful not to knock his baseball cap off, cause he gets all embarrassed when that happens). Then he offers me a glass of wine, I decline, we go to his bedroom (where Will & Grace reruns are playing on his small TV in the corner), I blow him briefly, then he blows me while I make funny noises (all while actually watching Will & Grace in the mirror, trying not to laugh at Karen). Then he's ready to fuck me. I slip on a condom and ride his cock (which is actually a good size, and he knows how to use it). This part is actually kinda fun. DB can FUCK! And if I close my eyes and imagine some hot muscle boy fucking my hole, I am having a great time. Tonight I rode him hard for a while, then he put me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind - hard. I loved every minute of it - going back and forth between closing my eyes and looking in the mirror in front of me to see what I look like while I'm getting plowed. I must say, I look pretty fuckin' hot while I'm getting fucked. At least I can turn myself on!
He came, I showered, he paid me, I left. He's happy, I'm happy. And what did we learn today? Regular clients are the best! And what's more - he wants to see me again on Tuesday. I think I can arrange that...
RIPPED OFF
Are you kidding me? I just totally got taken for a fool - and go figure, this is the first encounter that I am actually blogging about. Ugh.
So, I drove an hour south to meet a guy who called me yesterday. We agreed on $250 and met at a hot tub spa. He seemed nice enough, older guy who wanted me to fuck him.
This was one of those old guys (probably in his late 50s) that tans WAY too much - to the point where parts of his body look like leather. Yuck. Alas, the $250 was my light at the end of the hour-long tunnel.
So afterwards, he says, "Oh, I still have to go to the bank to get you your cash." Odd - seeing as how he knew he would need to pay me ... but I went with it. What else was I supposed to do? So he asks me to follow him to his bank a couple blocks away. I got in my car and followed. Then when we get to a certain stop light, dude floors it, runs the stop light and speeds off without giving me a dime. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!? I fucked that old faggot for an hour and got nothing!
I was furious. I drove around for a few looking for his red Jeep - no luck. If I ever see him again, I will murder him with my bare hands.
I guess this is the chance I take in doing this type of thing.... But for now on, I'm asking for cash up front.
Here's hoping for better days ahead.
So, I drove an hour south to meet a guy who called me yesterday. We agreed on $250 and met at a hot tub spa. He seemed nice enough, older guy who wanted me to fuck him.
This was one of those old guys (probably in his late 50s) that tans WAY too much - to the point where parts of his body look like leather. Yuck. Alas, the $250 was my light at the end of the hour-long tunnel.
So afterwards, he says, "Oh, I still have to go to the bank to get you your cash." Odd - seeing as how he knew he would need to pay me ... but I went with it. What else was I supposed to do? So he asks me to follow him to his bank a couple blocks away. I got in my car and followed. Then when we get to a certain stop light, dude floors it, runs the stop light and speeds off without giving me a dime. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?!? I fucked that old faggot for an hour and got nothing!
I was furious. I drove around for a few looking for his red Jeep - no luck. If I ever see him again, I will murder him with my bare hands.
I guess this is the chance I take in doing this type of thing.... But for now on, I'm asking for cash up front.
Here's hoping for better days ahead.
Starting this blog ... and everything about it.
It's hard to keep some things a secret. You know you shouldn't share them with others, but you're just itching to. That's why I've created this Blog. It's an outlet for me to get my thoughts, feelings and experiences out of my own head.
I had my first experience as a male escort years ago. It had a funny start, actually... I was a freshman in college and I was horny. I never had considered escorting. Ever. One night I was trolling the m4m on craigslist - being the hot young twink that I was - looking for a "hot older dom top guy to fuck me." One guy seemed like a match. We e-mailed back and forth a couple times, he sent me a picture of his massive cock which got me hard, and before you knew it I was in the car driving to his house.
Once I got there, I discovered that this old, stinky, wrinkly man was NOT what he had appeared to be in the e-mails we had exchanged. I was completely turned off, but apparently my e-mails had said that I liked a really "dom" type of guy who would "take charge and rape me." Be careful what you wish for. This guy was very aggressive. Perhaps if I would have told him I was uncomfortable, he would have eased up. But at the time I was pretty scared. My objective become clear: Get him off so that you can leave!
The entire disgusting experience lasted probably less than 15 minutes. (Thank God this old bastard came fast).
Afterwards, while driving back to my dorm, I was completely grossed out. I felt as if I should have been paid for that. (Lightbulb!) Ah ha! I bet I COULD get paid for doing that!
I raced home and got back on craigslist, but this time I went to the "erotic services" section. What a concept. If I was wasting my time hooking up with Lord knows who on CL's m4m, why not at least get paid for it and post in the erotic services section?
So, I did. And within a day I had made my first $80 by blowing a Middle Eastern guy in his SUV parked in a campus parking lot. And the best part - this guy who I blew was MUCH better looking than the gool from the other night - plus I had beer money for the weekend and more!
I soon discovered an escorting site where I could post an ad with pictures, a bio, my rates (some of those guys were making $200 in just one hour!) I got my ad up and the e-mails started to roll in like clockwork. I ended up with a few regulars - one guy who lived about 30 minutes north of campus would have me over every Tuesday night at 7 - I'd be there for an hour, let him fuck me, and walked away with $200 cash every time. That was $800 a month from just one client - and to a starving college student, that was like hitting the lottery.
This continued for about a year and a half, until I become too busy with school and was making enough money at a part time restaurant job to be satisfied with. Plus, I met a boy who I fell absolutely in love with and I didn't want to be escorting while dating him. I stoped escorting and focused on the rest of my life. I graduated, my boyfriend and I got an apartment together, and life was good.
Well, things have changed. The boyfriend and I broke up a couple years ago. I bought a condo. I have a kick-ass corporate job. And I have some free time. Why not make a little extra cash, eh?
So, I posted a new ad on that same escort site from years ago. That was last week. So far, I've met with 2 guys - one of them twice. I've made $720 in a week so far and I am meeting with a new client this afternoon to make another $260.
No one knows. I make some extra cash. And I make some old guys happy. What's the harm? Stay tuned to this blog and you'll learn a lot more...
I had my first experience as a male escort years ago. It had a funny start, actually... I was a freshman in college and I was horny. I never had considered escorting. Ever. One night I was trolling the m4m on craigslist - being the hot young twink that I was - looking for a "hot older dom top guy to fuck me." One guy seemed like a match. We e-mailed back and forth a couple times, he sent me a picture of his massive cock which got me hard, and before you knew it I was in the car driving to his house.
Once I got there, I discovered that this old, stinky, wrinkly man was NOT what he had appeared to be in the e-mails we had exchanged. I was completely turned off, but apparently my e-mails had said that I liked a really "dom" type of guy who would "take charge and rape me." Be careful what you wish for. This guy was very aggressive. Perhaps if I would have told him I was uncomfortable, he would have eased up. But at the time I was pretty scared. My objective become clear: Get him off so that you can leave!
The entire disgusting experience lasted probably less than 15 minutes. (Thank God this old bastard came fast).
Afterwards, while driving back to my dorm, I was completely grossed out. I felt as if I should have been paid for that. (Lightbulb!) Ah ha! I bet I COULD get paid for doing that!
I raced home and got back on craigslist, but this time I went to the "erotic services" section. What a concept. If I was wasting my time hooking up with Lord knows who on CL's m4m, why not at least get paid for it and post in the erotic services section?
So, I did. And within a day I had made my first $80 by blowing a Middle Eastern guy in his SUV parked in a campus parking lot. And the best part - this guy who I blew was MUCH better looking than the gool from the other night - plus I had beer money for the weekend and more!
I soon discovered an escorting site where I could post an ad with pictures, a bio, my rates (some of those guys were making $200 in just one hour!) I got my ad up and the e-mails started to roll in like clockwork. I ended up with a few regulars - one guy who lived about 30 minutes north of campus would have me over every Tuesday night at 7 - I'd be there for an hour, let him fuck me, and walked away with $200 cash every time. That was $800 a month from just one client - and to a starving college student, that was like hitting the lottery.
This continued for about a year and a half, until I become too busy with school and was making enough money at a part time restaurant job to be satisfied with. Plus, I met a boy who I fell absolutely in love with and I didn't want to be escorting while dating him. I stoped escorting and focused on the rest of my life. I graduated, my boyfriend and I got an apartment together, and life was good.
Well, things have changed. The boyfriend and I broke up a couple years ago. I bought a condo. I have a kick-ass corporate job. And I have some free time. Why not make a little extra cash, eh?
So, I posted a new ad on that same escort site from years ago. That was last week. So far, I've met with 2 guys - one of them twice. I've made $720 in a week so far and I am meeting with a new client this afternoon to make another $260.
No one knows. I make some extra cash. And I make some old guys happy. What's the harm? Stay tuned to this blog and you'll learn a lot more...
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