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.

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...

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.

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.

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...

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.

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...