Don't Leave Home Without It: A Rentboy's Checklist

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.

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!

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My NYC Trip (a paid vacation)

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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…

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....

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