A Look At 2014

It's that time of the year again when I re-count and re-live the stuff I blogged about and reflect on what I posted.  It was another year of distinct change in my life, one where I feel I have bettered myself and one where I have met a lot of absolutely fabulous gentlemen.  I have travelled all over Europe and the UK this year, met a few famous names and confirmed my status as one of the most sought after gay escorts in the country.  Yes I may live in Newcastle Upon Tyne, away from the glitz and glamour of London but the quality of the gentlemen who visit this city on business and live in and around the region, never fails to amaze me.

I've gained a number of new, regular gentlemen this year, some who have enlisted my service on multiple occasions and who I hope to see a lot more of in 2015.  I have had a few disastrous meetings, been harassed by a few guys and banned countless others but on the whole, over 95% of the men I have seen in 2014 have been very kind, courteous guys and appreciate my attention to detail and of course, my 100% commitment to them.

I made a total of 27 blog posts during the course of the year and the blog changed it's name from The Exploits of a Gay Newcastle Escort to The Journal of a Newcastle Gay Escort.  It was a new sense of maturity in both myself and my writing.  I am always congratulated and praised on my writing skills. Thank you for continuing to read and support the blog.

I started 2014 talking about 2014 itself and my hopes and aspirations for the year ahead, moving swiftly on a few days later about my attention to detail, which can not be matched or surpassed and I ended my posts for the month talking about feedback and how important it is, stating, once again, that return appointments are the best feedback any escort can receive.

I apologised in February for my lack of blog updates.  I had a lot going on in January, not least with the man I visit abroad, travelling back to Newcastle Upon Tyne on a special visit to see me at my home.

March started with a discussion about seeing clients "off the clock", a big fanfare about my new website, which I may add has been well received during 2014, a post about seeing a client who was horrified at me ejaculating in his mouth (even though he asked me to) and I ended the month discussing what the executive clients expect, highlighting the pitfalls they encounter when hiring an escort.

In April, I discussed the client known as Animalistic, who I have literally just seen a few days ago, as it happens.  I touched on the types of guys that I see on a day to day basis, a discussion about how bloody busy I was over the Easter Weekend and I ended the month winging on about guys who ring me asking for advice about how to become a gay escort.

May came and I had one of my bad experiences, a Geordie Shore, cock sure type of guy who had no intention of paying for his appointment.  It was my only post that month and it was one that shocked and surprised many people.  I received a lot of positive feedback about that post, mostly from guys who were concerned about how I was feeling, following that experience.

I didn't post anything in June but I came back in July discussing about why I stay in the sex industry and why this lifestyle appeals to me, I discussed a very good appointment I had with a Yorkshireman in a Washington hotel, mused over being left handed and discussed those stupid silly requests we are asked on a daily basis.

One of my finest posts came in August when I reiterated that my gentlemen friends are not gay.   It's a general misconception that gay escorts see gay clients.  We don't !!!!  My final post in August was about those hard to answer questions that clients put to you that have no right or wrong answer.

September arrived and I discussed the book Male Sex Work and Society, a publication which I was kindly asked to review by New York publishing house, Harrington Park Press and I also discussed how apparently I do this work so well.

I went on holiday in October and therefore took a short hiatus from the blog but I was back full force in November telling you all about another bad experience with a huffy man, a fabulous post about a wonderful appointment I had with a man from the South West of the country who originally started booking phone sex chat sessions with me, subsequently leading to a full on extended appointment, a discussion about the death of my cat and the insensitivities of some clients during that time, I continued by discussing my role in the sex industry and in the lives of my gentleman and I ended with another fine moment, discussing my fabulous overnight incall appointments.

The year 2014 was, on the whole, good to me and I look forward to 2015 with an open heart and an open mind, meeting clients old and new and hopefully bringing some enjoyment and pleasure into many lives along the way.

The Perfect Overnight

I get a fair few enquiries for overnight appointments, most of which are to visit gentlemen in hotels and occasionally their homes.  I do overnight appointments anywhere, whether it be here in Newcastle Upon Tyne, or somewhere a little further afield like London, Bristol, Leeds, Edinburgh, Dublin or Paris.  I always arrive on time and I am always immaculate.  These overnights tend to be more on the terms of the client than the escort, the client will usually have an itinerary in mind like dinner, theatre or a stroll around the old city with a couple of breaks in between for a glass of wine. but as I have just said these appointments are very much in hands of the client, therefore when an incall overnight at my home is requested, the appointment is reversed, with the itinerary being very much on my terms.

I only offer incall overnights to gentlemen that I have had the pleasure of spending time with previously because 12 to 15 hours is a long time to spend with someone who you have never met before and it helps to have some common ground on an incall overnight so I know how to plan the occasion.  You are spending a lot of money to visit me for the whole evening and therefore the appointment has to be absolutely spectacular.  I had one such overnight at the weekend and here is a run down to what happened and how the evening flowed without an awkward pause or uncomfortable silence.

Friday arrived, it was the day of my incall overnight evening. This appointment was with a gentleman I had met on a number of occasions, for an hour each time.  He asked me if it was possible to visit me for the evening and I made it perfectly clear that my incall overnights were quite expensive.  The price reflects the amount of time that I take to prepare for the appointment and I don't cut any corners on hospitality.  On the day of any overnight appointment, I refuse all other enquiries during the course of the day and and I adhere to this promise, therefore when you see me on the evening, at whatever time your arrival should be, I will be refreshed and ready to concentrate on our time together,

I started the day by vacuuming the entire house from top to bottom, setting out candles, steam mopping the tiled floors, changing the bed, taking particular care to iron all of the bedding perfectly.  I went through my Deezer streaming music app to find some wonderful Jazz albums to play in the living room on the ipod, bought a new scented candle and strategically placed vanilla incense sticks around the house. I planned a menu for the evening.  My incall overnights always include wine, dinner and spirits.  I make the evening more of a date than an escort appointment and as I always say my attention to detail is second to none and can not be matched or surpassed.

I visited a fishmongers, a supermarket and a local specialist butchers during the course of the afternoon.  I devised an exquisite menu.  I already have gin and whisky in the house at all times but I purchased a lovely bottle of prosecco for relaxing with over the open fire and and expensive white wine for dinner.  Knowing that this gentleman loved fish, I created the following menu from scratch and cooked it and served it to perfection

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Halloumi and Asparugus, Flash Fried in English Butter with a Home Made Hollandaise Sauce

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Slow Cooked Wild Scottish Salmon in Butter and Salt
Buttered Creamy Mashed Potato with Chopped Parsley
Sugar Glazed Oven Roasted Chantenay Carrots and Green Beans

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Home Made Strawberry Trifle With Madagascan Vanilla Dairy Cream

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This was an exceptional menu which took me a few hours to prepare in the afternoon.  In addition to planning dinner I had visited one of the UK's top butchers, George Payne Butchers, based in Gosforth.  I purchased two of their finest pork sausages, five rashers of bacon and two slices of black pudding.  I am vegetarian but this was purchased with my overnight client completely in mind.  I always make breakfast the following morning and always acquire it from one of the finest butchers in the country.  A treat from me, before you leave to show my appreciation for taking the time to spend your hard earned money on an appointment with me.

The evening went along swimmingly, he arrived on time and we began the evening with a glass of white wine, chilled to perfection and I broke the ice by telling him the funny story about how I acquired the stainless steel ice cooler, the room was filled with candles and tea lights and the fire was flickering away quite softly.  After a brief chat and fondle, he wanted to undress me to see the new underwear I purchased specifically for the appointment.  This is a very personal gesture that I make and one that I know you will appreciate completely.  Having underwear exclusive to that appointment and that appointment alone, that you request, is something I am thrilled to offer and one that is always remembered.  This is one of the extra special touches I go to.  He had asked earlier in the week if I had a red jockstrap, which I do have, yes, but as he's visiting me for overnight and to make it extra special I offered, at my expense, to purchase a brand new red jockstrap exclusively for our time together.  He was quite amazed that I would voluntarily go to so much trouble.  Yes I will, you've gone to a lot of trouble to book the appointment, I will always show my appreciation back ten fold.

After a little a play time, we went through for dinner, which was cooked to perfection.  The night isn't structured but obviously the whole itinerary rests with me so I have to have some sort of plan for the evening.  By 10pm we had finished the starter and the main course and it seemed I was going to be dessert. so we finished the white wine at the table and I opened a bottle of prosecco and served it in champagne flutes.   After becoming the dessert, I served the trifle dessert informally in the living room, in front of the fire with a gin and tonic and we ended up sitting up, chatting over a few drinks about my life, his life, the cats and everything in between and before we knew it, the time was hitting 3am.  After a brief bit of fun, both of us were exhausted and it was time for some rest until morning.

The morning started, as every overnight should, with me taking the lead by ensuring I am immaculately clean before he wakes.  As soon as he awakens I want to be there waiting and prepared as the morning always starts with a little glory, then it's time for him to have a shower and the fabulous hearty full english breakfast before he leaves.

My incall overnights are very well received, I take days to plan the menu, I serve fine wines, I offer fun conversation and I make you, the client, the centre of attention so you can discover what it's like to be treated like a gentleman. You're spending a lot of money to visit me for the evening and none of it is timed.  My gentleman, this weekend, arrived at 7.30pm and left at 9.30am but he could have arrived at 7pm and departed at 11am if he wanted.  There is no pressure on time and it would be awkward if I timed it for a standard 12 hours because what is the fun in that, looking at your watch the next morning and thinking blimey I'd better get a move on or I will go over my time. That is not how an executive escort should conduct themselves.

I have a lovely home, I feel like I am lovely guy and so I want you to experience the best of what this type of service has to offer.  I want you to walk away and think that this was one of the best nights of your life and maybe realise just how much effort and planning went into that overnight from the part of the escort and why my fee reflects the attention to detail and time spent making your evening a night to remember.

My Role

I used to think my role in the sex industry amounted to nothing more than "occasional, no strings fuck buddy".  How wrong was I to even consider that my role was anything as crass as that or that my own feelings towards myself and my occupation were so nonchalant and selfish.

To many guys I am that occasional, no strings fuck buddy.  To others I am an indulgence, to many I am a much needed service and to a few I am that bit of luxury to help them get through their busy lives.

I have so many private conversations with so many people on so many levels about so many things to do with their own lives, I forget that all of these people are trusting me with personal information that they are happy to volunteer because they trust me.  This trust is such a heart warming, positive daily experience for me and it's something that's never divulged.

The role of an escort and I use escort in the non gender specific model, is that of a person that you can spend time with and who you know you can be yourself with and who will not judge you, kiss and tell or gossip about you and your personal life once your time together has ended.  Gentlemen tell me all sorts of stuff about themselves, where they've been, where they live and this information stays with me and is never ever spoken about outside those appointments.  Yes, another guy might read the blog and say "Oh he sounded lovely, was he married" and I will reply with "Yes, just like you, he's married, lovely, couple of teenage kids and appreciates the time we spend together".  It's left like that.

My role, on an appointment, is not to judge you, it's not to pressure you into booking again, it's to try my very best, with the resources I have, to make your time perfect and to give you the best sex life you could imagine.  I try very hard to make sure that every penny spent on an appointment with me is worth every penny of your hard earned money.  I never forget and I always appreciate that you work hard to be able to treat me and acquire my service and I never lose sight of the fact that there's always a new kid on the block, around the corner, just waiting in the wings.

A short little blog for a Sunday but one that's completely to the point and tries someway to go towards making you realise that an executive escorts role, is that of a person who wants to try and give you the very best of themselves at all times and who wants the executive gentlemen to feel relaxed and comfortable in the knowledge that the person they are seeing is giving them the 110% commitment that they give to their employers.  The gentlemen I see tend to be the gentlemen who don't think twice of going the extra mile in their careers and therefore it should be second nature for the escort that they choose to spend time with to offer that same level of commitment.  Remember guys, we don't find you, you find us and when you find us, the best among us want you to know that you made the right choice in taking a chance on an appointment.  An appointment we want you to enjoy and feel comfortable, confident and positive about.

A Very Sad Day

What an awful day. I have been so busy since I returned from my holiday. I've had a lovely time seeing guys old and new over the last few weeks but one of my cats took ill over the weekend and today she wasn't looking very well. I phoned the vets but couldn't get an appointment until 4.50pm and so I just set about my day as normal.

My lovely gentleman from abroad sent me a text message at around 10.15am asking if it was a good time to phone.  It's always a good time to phone when it's this certain person and so I said yes and he called me from his office phone, abroad, a few minutes later.  We discussed my holiday, my friend moving house, he asked about the cats because he's met them all and I told him that one of my little ladies wasn't too good today and that we were going to see the doctor later in the day.  He was on the phone about twenty minutes and was genuinely concerned about her and passed on his best wishes.  I am very lucky to have found him,  his compassion and understanding of me and and my life never ceases to amaze me.  We had a laugh over my funny stories about Turkey and I told him I'd tell him the whole kit and caboodle when I next see him, once again, next week.  

I got about my day and then at about 2.45pm I went into my bedroom to check on my little kitty. She wasn't interested in leaving the bedroom this morning but I wanted to take her into the dining room so I could try some food before we visited the vets.  She moaned and complained and I placed her on her favourite cushion.  She let out a cry, all so suddenly, she was never a talker and I said "Oh what's going on baby", she then stood up from her cushion, on all four feet and they gave way, she collapsed and fell to her side and within two minutes she died.  Just died.........................  Oh so sudden.  Within in a few minutes I phoned the vets and cancelled and told them she had died and then I sat on the sofa with her for 20 minutes until her body stiffened and the fluids left her being,  

I immediately contacted a trusted pet crematorium who I have used before and they told me to come and visit them and they took me to a private room at their excellent facility in Durham and we started the process of having her privately cremated.   We chatted for a bit about her life and they took payment (they don't insist on it there and then but I wanted it out of the way) and then I made my way home.

I called into the Co-Op at North Brunton and bought myself a nice bottle of white wine and cooked myself some chips. Comfort food.  Her passing was a complete shock.  I just thought she was a little under the weather and caught a chill but she went so completely and so quickly without warning that I didn't have time to think about what was happening. 

Earlier, I had a former client texting me with stupid nonsense whilst I was trying to carry her and balance her on my arms on the cushion into the car to take her to the pet cemetary. My god did he get a telling.  He was texting me with smart, smarmy rubbish. The person I've have been referring to recently on twitter who I will never ever in my life see, communicate or give time of day to again.  His timing was perfect.  It gave me the opportunity to tell him to leave me alone.  People don't understand the consequences of their actions and they have no respect for what others are doing when they send a text message.  That's why in 15 years working as a gay escort I make a point of never instigating contact with clients because I don't know what is going on in their personal lives at that time.  This person doesn't give others that respect.  That was the ultimate deciding factor to end that chapter.  The death of my lovely kitty of 14 years made me see what a dick people can be, they've always got to have the last say. Apparently it was a joke.  I didn't find it funny with a dead kitten on the passenger seat.

Anyway enough of that nonsense.  I had a lovely little girl and she was taken from me when I didn't expect it. I have one little boy and two girls left and they're all getting older, except the devil child who is immortal.  

I had a shit day and ironically I started my tweets off today being positive.  Look what happened.

Anyway thank you to the many people on twitter, too numerous to mention who paid their respects to me tonight. She might only have been a cat to some but she was my child, I fed, played with, adored, gave treats and cat sweets to her and she never judged me.

Funnily, last night I seen a very devilishly gorgeous guy from Sunderland, once again.  She wouldn't leave the room before he arrived but he was cool with it.  He made a little fuss of her and said "No Steve leave her, it's fine if she's not well and it's her comfort that matters" and we joked about her being the maid and taking the money. That's something I will always remember. Thank you to him too for being so nice and kind.

Steve x

From Filthy Chat To Filthy Fun

I thought it appropriate, after last Saturday's horrid appointment, that I would counter balance things by telling you about the positive experience I had a week to the day.

Very much like the previous appointment, the gentleman I seen yesterday had travelled a long way to see me, I also collected him from his arrival point (Newcastle Airport) and dropped him back at the mainline station for his onward journey to Durham.

I had been chatting to this gentleman for a while.  He seen an advert I run for overnights and thought I was based in the south of the country, he didn't realise that I was based in Newcastle Upon Tyne, however he did note that I offered sex and text live chat.  So he booked a number of sessions of both filthy text and filthy voice chat over the space of a few months and also kept in touch by text too.  He told me on a few occasions that he sometimes traveled to Newcastle and would keep me in mind for a future appointment.  Three months later, here he was.

He had a small list of requests, all of which were do-able except for one small item, but we got around that, I picked him up from the airport at the exact time we agreed and he came back to my home for an extended liaison.  He was a little apprehensive about booking "another gay male escort" because of various incidences he had in the past, one of which was an escort off their nut on pills and another escort who just didn't turn up because he was baby sitting all day and was tired,  I assured him I was nothing like that and a complete contrast to his previous experiences.

The time together went perfectly.  My attention to detail was as precise as always.  I wore Levi jeans, a crisp white Thomas Pink shirt and handmade shoes to collect him from the airport and underneath I wore a sheer black see through thong. A glass of fine red wine on arrival with frivolous chat about how I ended up as an executive escort, my background and my plans for the future were the topic of discussion and then it was time for action.  

The appointment went over far too quickly and after we had finished, we had another small glass of wine and I took him into the bleak, rainy, dull city centre for his onward journey.  

We had agreed my fee in advance of the appointment and I rarely check things but I was pleasantly surprised to see that he had left me a substantial tip.  He also sent me a lovely text message when he boarded his train with a thank you for the time together and I also thanked him back for the unexpected tip.  I had just run out of Duty Free Gin on Friday so I got myself a nice bottle in Sainsburys on the way home.  I put the tip to good use and bought myself something that I appreciate.  There's nothing like a nice Gin and Tonic after a long day at the office.

A lovely warm generous man who made this Saturday, a lovely Saturday. 

Holidays, Happy Appointments, then a Huffy Man

Thank you to everyone who liked and commented on my holiday pictures from my recent visit to Turkey.  I've already booked my return visit for Spring 2015, something I am already looking forward to.

I took a number of enquiries, whilst abroad and everyone who sent texts or emails during that period was also respectful of the fact I was on holiday.

On my return, I was inundated with enquiries and bookings.  I had a lovely trip out for the afternoon to see one of my favourite gentlemen, I had a fabulous appointment with a businessman visiting from Norway, a wonderful appointment with a super sexy deaf guy, the return of a very special Sunday morning man and various other new and existing gentlemen sprinkled across the week.

Whilst on holiday, I took an advanced appointment for Saturday evening.  It was for two hours, to begin early evening.  The gentleman was from outside the area and was making a special journey to visit me especially.  I think is always a lovely gesture and I always make an extra special effort when I know that guys are coming to visit me from afar.  Out came the wine glasses, with a chilled bottle of Chilean White in an ice cooler waiting in the dressing area of my bedroom.  I wore an freshly laundered shirt and smart jacket with a brand new jockstrap to boot.  I knew what time he was arriving at the mainline station and I arranged to collect him at Regent Centre Metro Station.  The metro, for those of you who don't know, is a smaller version of the London Underground which covers much of the metropolitan area.  He was a little delayed and we agreed it would be best to reduce the appointment time to 90 minutes.  I was happy with this because there simply wouldn't have been enough time for two hours.

I arrived at the station to the sound of fire alarms and waited on the access road to the station for about 15 to 20 minutes.  once it was clear I drove into the station car park.  Twenty minutes later, my client telephoned me and said they were stuck between South Gosforth and Regent Centre stations.  I said that was fine, I added that there wasn't a fire, it was a gang of youths who smashed the fire bell and that it should be all over in a few moments because the fire truck had departed the scene.

Five minutes later, I received another phone call, which I presumed was going to be my client alighting from the station and wondering how to find the car park but I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen.  At this point, I had been waiting for over 45 minutes in the station car park, I answered the call, relieved that he was finally here and he said "Listen Steve, this has been an awful journey".  I agreed and said "Yes I know... why don't you just come for one hour and I will take you by car, from my home, directly to the mainline station at 7pm, therefore giving you plenty of time to catch your train".  His reply astonished me.  He said "No, I am just going to stay at the station and turn around, I am not in the mood anymore".  To say I was furious was an understatement.  Not only had I sat there, in the car park for the best part of 50 minutes, I had offered, at no extra charge, to take him into the city centre, I had offered to reduce my time and my fee to one hour and this man didn't even have the decency to appear from the station to say hello.  He could hear the annoyance in my voice and took offence at what he later described as my "lack of empathy and class".  What did he expect me to do, jump out of the car and start singing a little number from the Sound of Music.  What incensed me was that this man cancelled on me within 50 yards of my presence and didn't have the decency to say it to my face.  How did he expect my tone to sound.  Lack of empathy and class.... that's a good one from the person with a lack of manners and decency. I was astonished, saddened and to be quite honest....... shocked.

He tried to telephone me again, whilst I was driving home, after my completely wasted journey.  It was worse than a hoax outcall because I had pulled out all of the stops to make it happen, which fell on deaf ears because he was more concerned about his own little huff over the train and the fact my station was seemingly on fire, all of which was outside anyone's control, yet I was the one to suffer.

When I returned home I sent him a text message saying that he could have, at the very least, met me half way and come for an hour.  His replies got nastier and nastier, using big words to make himself look like the alpha male.  For heaven sake.... grow up.

I had a great week, last week but this appointment spoilt it.  I have a fantastic reputation, that I am proud to state is second to none, built up through years of sheer hard work and determination, however I am only human and sometimes even I am allowed to get annoyed and frustrated.  If my tone wasn't to his liking, then neither was his sheer ignorance.  I put myself out to make that appointment happen, regardless of what was thrown up against us, but instead it was thrown up in my face,

Apparently I Do It So Well

I had a few days away this week, across to Germany to see a lovely gentleman who means an awful lot more to me than a passing client.  He's a very kind and considerate man who only has my best interests at heart and I don't discuss him on my blog because the time I spend with him is very private and personal and not open to public discussion.  He makes regular recommendations to me about how I should move myself forward and how I should progress, should I wish to stay in this work for another 10 years.  Very few guys take a personal interest in me, in this way and so I do take notice of what he says to me because he only wants the very best for me.

Over dinner, in a very fine restaurant, he paid me a lovely compliment, he said that my role as a gay male escort for executive men is a role that I apparently do......so well.  I've never thought of it in those terms.  I am just me.  I am just a normal guy with no airs and graces but someone who likes nice clothes, fine wines, the arts and theatre and to travel.  When I first came into this work, many moons ago, I was just another name in the newspaper and then as the internet took off, I was just another name online.  He had read a study in the Economist about how sex work had moved from a locally advertised type of service into a hands on, readily accessible internet explosion and asked me if that had any bearing on how I matured as an escort.

This was something I have touched upon in this blog in the past, but it isn't until someone from the outside, looking in, questions it, that you start to question it yourself.  Apparently, I do it so well. So how did this normal, unassuming guy, from Newcastle upon Tyne, change from being a shy, intelligent office worker into a sought after gentleman companion for executives.

When I first started out as an escort, my work came from word of mouth.  The internet was about, but not at the scale we have it at today where it's now classed as an essential utility.  Back in the late 90's it was still in it's infancy with dial up, the only option available, on 0845 numbers.  No one had a hands on, permanent fibre optic connection or 4G phones in those days.  Having a mobile was novel in itself then, so as technology has exploded, so has sex.

When I first started, I was a gangly thing, tall and skinny with long facial features.  I was almost exclusively bottom and most, if not 90% of my appointments were half hours at my home, outcalls were a rarity.  As I got older, I got more confidence and before I knew it, I had moved house a few times, gone full time with escorting and I had matured into a mid 30's man.  I still have the mind and feelings of a 20 year old but those days are long gone and I have the intelligence and manners of more mature guy now and maybe that's what moved me along a little and molded me into the person I have become.

I had a very good upbringing.  My father had a very good job, I came from a reasonably good Irish family, moving here from East London.  I had a good education and continued my education until I was 25, hence why I am highly qualified in another field.  Because of my upbringing, high level of education and impeccable manners, I was able to adapt these skills into an ever changing world of escorting and sex work.  Many female escorts move into specialised sectors as they get older, like domination or, dare I say, as mistresses for men seeking adult baby type appointments.  I am not dominant and I am not keen on babies to begin with and that's not really the sort of sectors I would mature into easily and therefore I pooled all of my skills I had learned from my childhood, teenage years, work life and student days and became a gentleman escort for gentlemen themselves.

I have no idea when that journey began, I just seemed to progressively move into that sector as I got older.  I see a number of executive men from all sections of the community.  I travel an awful lot these days too, something unheard of 10 years or so ago.  This year alone, I have been abroad numerous times, I have been to London and the south of the country on a number of occasions, plus in the last two months alone I have been to a North Yorkshire country house hotel and a Leeds city hotel for lunch and afternoon fun, both of which were out of my normal catchment area and a train ride away.  These are all big big appointments where I take a day or two out of my schedule to attend.  These arn't your hour long, wham bam, thank you ma'am liaisons.

So.... what do I do so well ?

I can converse on anyone's level.  I know a lot about politics, the financial markets and world current events.  I can gossip about celebrities, recite funny incidents that happen to me in my day to day work and keep the conversation and fun going along nicely on a longer appointment.

I dress immaculately.  I buy new shirts, new jeans, new underwear and a new formal or semi-formal jacket for almost every executive appointment.  I have to look good and the investment in myself is always appreciated.  It's especially important to look and dress good, I like the gentlemen I see to appreciate that money they spend on me is invested in looking good for them.  When I visit a gentleman for an appointment, I will be wearing a crisp, freshly laundered, in season shirt, with quality designer jeans, expensive handmade shoes and designer underwear.  I will have another shirt for dinner, plus another to travel home with the following day, or more shirts and jeans if I am staying for a few days.  I don't just turn up in one shirt and wear that all bloody day.

I will take along a bag with everything, as requested.  Whether it be a selection of sex toys, some airport security approved playtime handcuffs or a special item they've bought for me on a trip away, that's exclusively for them.  It's always there and I never forget.

I conduct myself perfectly at all times.  I don't smoke or take drugs.  If I am flying to a gentleman or taking a train, I may have a glass of wine or gin and tonic on my journey down but I wouldn't turn up pissed.  Conduct isn't just about being well behaved, because in the bedroom I am certainly not well behaved, it's about timekeeping, making sure you plan ahead, arriving on time, being able to talk at the same level as the person you're sharing time with and knowing how to use a knife and fork properly.  Impeccable manners are as much about an executive appointment as anything else.

You have to be able to drive.  Yes, I often get the train and the odd plane but you have to be able to get yourself to local outcall appointments with ease.  Many outcalls are to country house hotels or golfing venues, most of which are 20 miles or so outside of the city.  I often get outcalls to strange towns, inaccessible by train, such as Dumfries, Scarborough or Harrogate, where a car is as essential as lube and condoms.

When one of my longer, executive gentlemen visit me on an incall, I always have chilled wine or a gin and tonic ready, something that's always appreciated.  I answer the door, looking fabulous.  I offer to collect them by car at the station or airport and always wear a formal jacket in the car.  My car is an executive vehicle and to new clients, it's the first thing they notice when I pick them up at their arrival location.  This stays with them throughout because, we all know, first impressions count.  These are things that other escorts don't seem to think about.

Apparently, I do it so well.  Well, what I do well is forethought and planning and I learn and understand the individual likes and needs of each and every gentleman I see and I ensure that each and every moment spent with me lives up to their tailor made expectations because my commitment, attention to detail and reliability can not be matched or surpassed.

Male Sex Work and Society

I was kindly asked by Harrington Park Press, in New York, to review an academic publication that is being released this week (on Tuesday 2nd September 2014).  They sent me a copy of the book, pre-release, in late July and it's been my bedtime reading for a number of weeks.  I have written an honest and factual review which is independent and in no way influenced by the publisher or authors of the book.

Within research and the current debate about sex work , there exists a gap in our knowledge and understanding of the male sex worker as a distinct group. The feminist ideology that dominates so much of the sex work discourse in the west, chooses to present sex work as being only about women selling sex to men. If and when acknowledged, male and indeed trans sex workers, are recognised only within this politically motivated narrative of female submission to dominant male sexual desire. The complex and varied experiences within the male sex work narrative have too often been reduced to a caricature of a feminised boy, to assimilate easily within this politicised perspective of sex work. The arrival of “Male Sex Work And Society” therefore is a welcome addition to a growing academic and political awakening to the male sex worker as being a distinctive subject with a history and culture deserving of recognition.

The book is a collection of research by noted academics and specialists in sexual health and LGBT studies. Despite being a substantial book, it is easily accessible and each chapter carries its own section of references. The topics are wide ranging, from a history of male sex work, the influence of culture on how male sex work is engaged, perceived and legislated to how sex workers and clients interact. Continents and countries are dealt with individually, giving a perspective on male sex work in the United States, Africa, Russia, Western Europe, China and so forth. Stigma, political and religious prejudice and their consequences are discussed.

The problems faced by male sex workers especially in parts of Africa and Russia, where a growing intolerance and violence toward the LGBT community has created an especially hostile environment, is engaged at length, in the book. Interviews with sex workers and their clients are included too, which gives an authenticity to the research which very often is missing within academic works. How sex workers feel about themselves, how they understand and relate to their work, their aspirations and fears are discussed and referenced extensively. Clients are also interviewed and it is interesting to note the cultural differences, but also the similarities.

A chapter on male sex work and male sexual identity in Latin America was especially fascinating. Research done by Victor Munichello, Tinashe Dune, Carlos Disogra and Rodrigo Marino in chapter 15, “Male Sex Work From A Latin American Perspective” discusses the influence of Catholicism and the family, in defining male sexual identity and how male sex workers accommodate and work within those boundaries. Another chapter on “Male Sex Work In China” by Travis S K Kong, in his research into the “Money Boy,” again reflects the influence of culture and politics on how male sex workers identify and work.

I especially enjoyed the fact that research concentrated on sex work as a business with reference being made to a variety of marketing strategies used by male sex workers. Inevitably awareness and reality of class within societies was also reflected within the sex work dichotomy, emphasising the influence that education and social background has helped in optimising earning potential.

The male sex worker in literature and in cinema has its own chapter and within a western context, the development of the male sex worker is referenced and traced within a context of a growing acceptance of sexual diversity within greater society. Sexual health is naturally discussed extensively, referencing the negative affects of politics and culture, of criminalisation, on accessing health services and for health specialists to monitor sexual health among sex workers.

The importance of accessing and educating sex workers to help stop the spread of HIV is discussed. Criminalisation of sex workers especially affects the sexual health and awareness of those sex workers with social disadvantages, be that addiction or lack of education, or who are migrant and who may not speak the host countrys language and are quite often illegal. Those sex workers are the most at risk of infection.

I concur with the general consensus in the book that sexual health and social support for male sex workers in general is secondary to that on offer for female sex workers. This point in conclusion brings me to my only criticism. As a more mature sex worker I noted little reference to older male sex workers, to the wide age age range that exists within male sex work. The emphasis in the book concurred with the common perception that male sex work is predominately young boys and men. From my perspective, advertising extensively throughout the UK and beyond, this is not the case. I also would have liked to have seen more references to men selling sex to women. This is an area of sex work which is beginning to be recognised and researched. I have a feeling that society may be in for a quite a surprise at the findings.

The book is available for purchase at Amazon UK and is published by Harrington Park Press.  I would personally like to thank the publishers of the book for recognising my own blog and contribution to the sex industry and for asking me for my unbiased opinion on it's content.

Hard To Answer Questions

Every day, escorts like myself, receive telephone calls, emails and texts with mind boggling questions.  Sending a text message with "Hi" isn't going to grab my attention because I immediately know that this conversation isn't going anywhere. An email like "Your picture gets mine" doesn't grab me either because I am not particularly interested in seeing your picture.  You can come along to my house anyway, regardless of your looks, disability or health. I don't need to know what you look like.

Here are a few recent examples that have been emailed, text and discussed over the phone or face to face in just the last few weeks or so, showing just how difficult these questions are to answer.

"How Far Will You Travel"

This little gem is open ended.  I don't know if you're emailing from Dusseldorf or Durham or if I am expected to drive there, get a train or jog along to the airport  It would be much easier if you could just email and say "Steve, I live in York, do you travel this far".  It's so simple and ensures a quick, reliable and honest response.

"Hi"

My initial reaction is to text back with "Bye".  It rhymes and its equally as short.  I have on occasion text back with "Bye", usually to guys who are prolific texters or have timewasted me in the past. The younger the texter is, the more they see text messaging as more of an instant chat tool.  I am not here for instant chat.  Please, say more than "Hi", just something like "Are you working today" is much nicer and more helpful.

"???????"

Feeling ignored, well...... send me a line of question marks whilst I am in an appointment and not texting you back or emailing you back on demand and it will most definitely ensure that you will be ignored, full stop.  If you booked an appointment with me, would you like it if I spent half of the appointment time, you're paying for, texting other men.  No...... so when I am entertaining and busy with other gentlemen, I won't be replying to you either.  If I don't reply instantly on demand within a millisecond it's because I am busy.  I will reply as soon as is practically possible. Sending a line of question marks just gets mine and other escorts' backs up, just please..... don't do it.

"How Big Is Your Cock"

Oh how I love this one.  I can never ever ever ever ever give the correct answer.  If I give it in inches and girth, it's too big, too small, too whatever.  If I say above average, it's too big, too small or too whatever.  This is a question that gay escorts can't win.  Often he will turn around and say "Oh I was wanting someone about 10 inches".  Aye.... don't we all.

"Are You Good Looking"

Well I wasn't hit by the ugly stick and beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I am good looking to some people and not good looking to others, so although I think I am very good for my age, with no lines, moles, wrinkles, spots or blemishes, I may not appeal to certain types of gentlemen.  I am the perfect escort for men over 40 but if you're 22 and not into older guys, I am unlikely to be good looking to you.

"Been Busy Today"

I am usually asked this one, as he walks in the door. I've tried the "You're the ninth today" approach (no honestly I've never done nine men in a day) and that doesn't go down well.  I've tried the "Oh it's quiet and you're my first" at 9pm approach and they don't believe me so I just say "I've ticked along nicely today".  That seems to agree with most guys.  They don't feel like they've been in a queuing system and they don't feel like I am lying about being the first of the day, just before the witching hour.  I've tried the "Well I've had a few in today" and you get the reply of "Shit, do you think the neighbours noticed another coming in", so I just keep my response to this question, nice and open ended.  I realise that this question is just pleasant chit chat and making conversation but you still have to careful how you respond to it.

"If You See Me In The Street......"

No I won't say hello (unless you say hello first) or identify you to friends or introduce myself to your wife.  Nor will I phone you, text you or email you.  You've nothing to worry about in that department.  I know other escorts arn't as discreet and I know of guys who have had distinct problems with escorts, months after an appointment, touting for trade or asking to borrow money but I can assure you... good respectful escorts will never contact you after an appointment.  That is the mark of a discreet, reliable and trustworthy person.

"Do You Fancy Going For A Drink Sometime"

Hey, if you fancy taking me for a drink or dinner sometime that's fine with me but make it as part of an appointment.  I may not necessarily charge for the time spent taking me for the drink or dinner, depending on how much private time you want to book afterwards, but I don't see guys off the clock.  It's an awkward one to answer because when this question is put to you, you don't always know if it means just a general drink sometime or if it means drinks and appointment.  If you want to see me 9pm-11pm for 2 hours but fancy a beer in the hotel bar beforehand and provided I am not busy, I am happy to come along at 8pm for a drink first but I wouldn't toddle down to your hotel at 8pm just for a free drink and chitty chat.

"Next Time I Visit Can I Bring Another Escort Along"

Some escorts are cool with this, me.... I am not.  I like my privacy. I have a nice apartment in a nice part of town and if you want to bring another escort along, they will also discover where I live and work from.  They might be lovely, genuine, trustworthy and all the rest but I require privacy and although the clients all know where I live, I am not comfortable with other escorts knowing where I live.  I have real difficulty answering this one honestly without sounding like a twat.  It's not that I don't want to fulfill this need you have but, you have to remember, it's my home and most clients don't want an escort in their own home so why do they think I would.

So next time you're on the phone to an escort, texting or emailing an escort or making small talk during an appointment, please realise that there are some stupid things you can ask that can be difficult to answer or that make it more difficult to answer and therefore a little bit tact, intelligence and discretion go a long way.

Steve x

My Gentlemen Friends Are Not Gay

I've touched on this before and I feel that it's maybe time to re-visit this subject.  I talk to a lot of people online, some of whom have had a hard time getting their heads around the fact that I see some really jaw dropping, masculine, handsome men, the type they dream about snaring for themselves.  Some people I talk to don't believe that a gay escort can be really busy and popular and some can't work out where I get the stamina from on busy days, but the question I get put to me time and time again is "Do their wives (or girlfriends) know they are gay".

Let's put this one to bed, once and for all.  The men I see for intimate appointments and social liaisons are not gay.  Over 80% of the men I see, on a weekly basis, are men in 100% committed heterosexual married or co-habiting relationships, nearly always a very happy relationship and always a relationship they've no plans in ending.  Another 15%, I would say are single men who like a bit of fun with a guy from time to time and identify themselves as being straight.  About 5% of the men I see, in a year, are gay and most of them are closeted gay men, where coming out as gay is not an option.  Yes... that still happens in 2014.

All of the men that book me have some sort of physical need to have a sexual encounter with another man, whether it's just to get this idea out of their system once and for all, whether it be a growing need for male to male contact or whether it be a physical need for sexual intercourse with another man.   Most of the men  who visit me for an appointment don't sleep around with other men, a lot of men I see also book female escorts and a small number of men I see have female partners who have encouraged them to have fun with other men in the past.

I get asked "Do you feel guilty about seeing married men".  My answer is always no..... I don't feel guilty, what is there to feel guilty about.  I am doing nothing wrong and I am providing them with an essential service which can keep their married life a very happily married life.  Escorts save 100 times more marriages than they ever break up and the only time a wife (or partner) finds out about the arrangement is when the client slips up by accident.  Escorts have no incentive to break up a marriage because what good does it do to an escort when Mr Client is suddenly back in the market place for recreational sex because his wife has thrown him out.

The most popular sexual activity I provide as an escort is Oral Sex.  I am bloody good at it too and I take my time with it, allow every guy to cum in my mouth, if they so wish and ensure that every bloke gets to experience my fantastic deep throat service.  If wives provided oral sex as standard, every night of the week for their entire married lives, us escorts would be out of business.

My oral service is closely followed by anal penetration. Of those wanting anal, approximately 70% of men want to fuck me and 20% want it done to them and about 10% fancy a bit of both.  Rimming is the next popular activity but is a service I will only perform on men who have showered in my presence.

What people don't get..... when they're trying to justify their argument that the men I see "Must Be Gay", is that oral, active anal and rimming are all heterosexual activities too.  They're not exclusively gay.  Receptive anal with an physical penis is probably the only exclusively gay activity they get up to and to be brutally honest even then, most of those guys have managed, at some point in their lives, to talk their wives into sticking a finger or three up there, plus receptive anal on the guy who visits me is the least requested service that I provide.  Less than 1 in 20 appointments result in me fucking a married bloke.  Many more want to experience a butt plug or toy but very few men come to me for first time anal on them.

I wish people would stop putting others into compartmentalised boxes and just accept that human sexuality is not a defined science.  Some people are totally straight, others are totally gay but most men are somewhere in the middle and most importantly... my gentlemen friends are not gay.

Those Stupid Silly Requests

A few days ago I was discussing with a friend the stupid silly men I get on the phone, some of whom genuinely have very odd requests, most are just being tossers, thinking it's a fun idea to ring up a gay male escort on speaker phone so their friends can laugh at it over a three litre bottle of white lightening cider, some however genuinely have very odd requests and I wonder what on earth is going on in their mind at times.  Yes I am generally unshockable but the things they ask beggars belief.

This post came about because a few days ago I was having a rather nice afternoon at a local garden centre with a friend, when a very strange Asian gentleman phoned me and asked if I could be available from 3pm for a three hour appointment.  That itself rang alarm bells, guys don't book three hours without some sort of advanced notice.  They'll ring and ask to see me this afternoon for an hour and a half or for two hours tonight but three hours, to start in 45 minutes time is relatively unheard of.  I said yes to the appointment and gave him a price.  He then asked if I was into anything kinky....kinky....what sort of kinky.  I could hardly make out his English but eventually it became clear that he wanted to wank me off with his feet, aka Foot Fetish.  I said that was fine.  He then said "...and during the appointment can we drive out to the countryside and have sex in a field on a tartan rug".  I have a car and I've two tartan rugs so I said we could see how things progressed first, I never said yes and I never said no.  Then he added "....and when I arrive can the front door be open, me walk in and you be on the bed with your arse in the air, awaiting my cock".  Errm it was quite obvious he was timewasting me.  I don't leave my front door ajar for anyone, never mind a new guy and I don't have outdoor sex unless I know someone.

The bizarre requests and conversations don't stop there.  On many occasions I have text a gentleman back with a price, to receive a reply along the lines of "Oh do I have to pay".   Yeah, I pay £9.99 a month for an online advert so you can have free sex, not.  Another regular request, this time by cross dressers, is "Can I arrive in full drag".  No you can't.  Would you like it if I arrived on your street dressed only in a jockstrap...no forget I said that, someone will ask for that next week.  I need discretion and so a 6ft, 18 stone truck driver in a fur coat, basque and heels is not acceptable at my front door sorry.  Cross dressers are welcome at my door but I would rather they got dressed indoors at my home and not before.  I don't run some sort of sleazy pick up joint. I have neighbours and I need to be relatively unnoticed in my street.

I get countless requests for guys who want to bring their girlfriend along to watch and one sick individual who asked if he could bring his sister along.  I have been asked by one guy, whilst in his home, naked on the bed, if his pet dog could sniff my arse... no....and I've been asked half way through an appointment if his wife could join in, as she's "upstairs reading a book".

I've been asked on dozens of occasions to accompany guys to a sauna and join in the fun with everyone whilst I am there.  I was recently asked if I could drive to Bishop Auckland for car park sex because it would be too expensive for him to come all the way to Newcastle, for half an hour and if I travelled to Bishop Auckland he would pay my petrol money (only my petrol money lol).  I've been asked if I would accept high street vouchers in lieu of cash and I've recently been asked if I could do an outcall to Darlington and allow him to pay double next time as he was a bit short of cash this month.

I am regularly asked if I offer discounts to first timers, take credit cards and cheques and if I will come to a stag night and embarrass the stag as his escort for the night, yeah... I really want my face punched in by a bloke who doesn't get the joke, what a great idea.  I have had a mother on the phone asking me to "break in" her 16 year old son on his birthday, which I declined too.

The most unusual request I have ever had was from a client who was desperate to see a black escort from Middlesbrough, I had seen this client twice and he was fine with me, then out of the blue he asked if he could rent my apartment for an hour, for £20, to see a black guy off adultwork, he added in the text "...and you can join in if you like.... for a fee....he said you only need to pay half price for his services as you're an escort".  Yeah, that's a really great idea, lets just leave two strangers to rummage around in my house and pay for the privilege if I want to stay.  What about my fee !!!!!!!!!!!  Needless to say, I turned down that request.  I am not having an escort I don't know and a client I hardly know let loose in my home.  I recommended he booked a £19 room at Metro Inns (used to be the Forumla 1) and saved himself a quid, that went down well, his reply wasn't very nice.  Damn cheek.

Left Handed

Odd subject for a post but one that's become quite relevant to me in recent months.

I was born left handed.  I come from an Irish family and the left hand was "The Hand Of The Devil", I was positively encouraged to refrain from using my left hand as a child.  I grew up writing with my right hand but everything else I do is left handed.  I have never ever thought about it until earlier this year when I was out for dinner with a very lovely gentleman.

Over dinner I apologised about my wine glass.  Wine glasses are generally served to the right and I have an appalling habit of putting it to the left when I take a drink.  It's because I use my left hand and I naturally put it down to the left hand side and no matter how hard I try I can't stop myself from doing it.  The gentleman I was with told me to stop being so silly and said "I am left handed, did you not notice".  Quite honestly I have never took any notice of who is right handed or left handed, it's never occurred to me to notice but now I have noticed more and more when I am doing "left handed things".  He went on to tell me that he positively singles out left handed people in meetings.  He does a sweep of the table to see who is left handed, something I would never think to do.  I found that to be fascinating.

Since that moment I have noticed more and more left handed things that I do without thinking.  I always wear a man bag, I wear this to the left, so my left hand can grab my wallet, keys and phone.  I can file my nails better with my left hand and I use a kettle and pan differently to a right handed person.  I also put things down on the floor to the left hand side of myself and in my office, my coffee is to the left of the laptop, as is the rubbish bin  Things I have never ever ever ever noticed.

Being left handed is a little bit more difficult during fun times, I had never noticed this but when you're stood opposite each other, kissing and fondling, you're both using the same arm opposite each other.  He's using his right hand and I am using my left and they can clash.  I am now very conscious and aware of this.    It's better when fiddling about when you're side by side because your arms don't clash but I have to remember to lie on the bed on the correct side to enable my left hand to flourish, otherwise I am stuck using my right hand.

I don't use my left hand to text or use my phone but that is because I write with my right hand but I do thread my belt the other way around to everyone else.

Since noticing more and more about my left handedness, I have noticed more and more clients who are left handed and I have found myself looking out for signs like I never use to.  It's very bizarre how a chance comment over dinner can lead to noticing something so keenly that never used to enter your head on a day to day basis.

My father was left handed, but like me, wrote with his right hand.  He discouraged use of the left hand because he was discouraged by his Irish father. I have since noticed that I can't wear a bag to the right.  It's just feels wrong.  Something I have never noticed before.  I have also stopped worrying about the wine glass predicament I get myself into because the guy I was with at the time told me that if it felt more natural to have the glass to my left then the glass should be to my left and not to worry about etiquette and manners, well not on that occasion anyway.

So if you trust left handed escorts more than right handed ones, then I am the gentleman for you.

A Bit Of Yorkshire Loving

I met a guy a few weeks ago at a hotel, mid way between Newcastle and Durham, just off the A1.  He was a professional guy from Yorkshire, up here on business, the first of many such trips this year and he booked me for an hour, to arrive at 7pm, with specific requests on underwear and saucy items to pass the time away.

I dressed to please with my new smart casual, yet formal jacket, a Thomas Pink crisp white shirt, brand new jeans which showed off my bum, with handmade shoes and underneath I wore my olive green jock.

I arrived bang on time, right on cue at exactly 7pm and knocked on the hotel room door.  As I walked in he said "Blimey, you're very punctual".  Yes.... it's one of my qualities.  I am always on time and I know that this is something that impresses clients time and time again.  I am forever told about how late some escorts can be at times, if they ever turn up in the first place.

He led me into the room and we sat down and chatted for a bit.  He was super friendly, nice, amenable and seemed to genuinely like me.  I couldn't fulfill his request for hipsters...well I could, I have some but they were a couple of years old.  Most guys want me to wear a jock or thong and so hipsters arn't something at the top of my list to buy.  We had agreed on the jockstrap in the end but even that wasn't on for long.

After our initial chat he started to undress me.  He made a beeline for my nipples and his hands were down my pants within seconds.  He kissed passionately, he had a full beard of heavy stubble and made his way down my body with the rough beard tickling and rubbing against me as he moved down, kissing every part of my chest and naval.  He pulled my legs up and gave me what can only be described as the best rimming I have ever had.  He spent forever down there and we kept laughing as the two single beds kept moving apart in the middle.  He was extremely passionate and attentive throughout.

We moved into stage two which was a toy show from me and then I sucked him off to completion but it didn't end there.  He was so into me that he needed for me to enjoy the experience, so for the next twenty minutes he went back down on my arse and licked me out until I shot a massive cum load all over his hands.

I always walk into hotels not knowing what to expect and this was a very pleasant experience that left me wanting more.  He said he will be back and that I was one of the nicest gay escorts he's ever met.  I turned up on time for a start ;)

Five minutes after leaving I received a text message from him, telling me how much he enjoyed the time we spent together and that he would see me again soon.  That's always a nice touch.  It lets you know that you were appreciated.

This was an appointment that left a smile on my face, never mind his and one I would like to repeat again soon.

Why Do You Stay In The Sex Industry ?

I've been asked this a lot recently by guys, "Why do you carry on with sex work", "Have you thought about giving it up".  Yes, I will be honest, I think about it all the time, would I give it up...... probably not.

It's a job where I am in control (some guys seem to forget that), it's a job that is extremely flexible yet tying at the same time.  I have more free time than you can shake a shitty stick at, but I am permanently on call and sometimes I am away for days on end, travelling abroad to see guys.

I do everything from a quick bit of fun to weekends away and I have had appointments at both ends of that spectrum and everything in between already in 2014.  I've had white van man turn up for 4 minutes and I've been to Germany for a whole weekend with a gentleman.  I've had a number of overnights, dozens of 4 hour appointments and more hotel appointments than I have ever had, so why would I want to give up a job that allows me to pick and choose what I do around my appointments.

It's a highly anti-social job.  Friends don't always understand when you cancel a Friday night out, they wonder why you don't answer your phone on demand and get annoyed when you won't commit to something.  I do know that they roll their eyes at me at times.  It can't be helped.  Very very very few family and friends know what I actually do for a living, some do, but not many and so having to explain to them with a lie is difficult at times.

I stay in the sex industry because it suits me. I know some guys have said in a round about way that they think I'm a bit lazy and that I don't want a "proper job" and I know I am well paid for the times that I entertain but I am on call for 12-18 hours a day, every day.  I can't stray very far and I also have to answer the door with a smile and a flirtatious manner, no matter how I feel that day.  I don't think after all these years of being self sufficient and independent that I could go back to a 9-5 job, I'd be bored and thinking about all the appointments I was missing and lets face it, no office job is going to pay me the sort of money I can earn being an escort if I go back into the work place from scratch.

As I get older, I am constantly changing and pressing ahead with new developments to my service.  I am moving more into a Gentleman Escort market and moving myself away from the half hours and the quickies.  This is something I am already having a lot of success at, even though I have only moved down this new avenue in the last year or so.  I've decided to use the skills from my middle class upbringing and first class education and put them to some good use and develop a new brand for myself.  I've a lot in common with the Executives and Senior Management types.  I grew up as the child of a senior manager and I was already in middle management in my 20's so I have a fair idea of how to hold a knife and fork and present myself correctly.

Why do I stay in the sex industry ?  Well I came into it as a naive early 20's lad and I've now matured into a late 30's gentleman who knows a bit about what they're doing and it's perfect for me.  It's the perfect job for me where I can be the real me, converse at anyone's level and enjoy myself along the way.  Why would I want to leave such a fantastic job that allows me to travel to appointments throughout the UK and the world, to stay in luxury hotels and see wonderful men.  It would be madness to throw in the towel when I am at a level where I can command work, not seek it and find myself being adored by men who want someone a little bit more middle class and refined, who follows current affairs and is reliable and trustworthy.

A Bad Experience

I am always excited on Bank Holiday Weekends, they're always a busy little time for me.  This weekend is no exception, however on Saturday I was a little upset and annoyed with myself.  I had a Bad Experience.

99.999% of the guys are wonderful.  Some more wonderful than others and some I may not be so keen on but wouldn't turn down if they phoned me again.  Generally everyone is nice and respecful of the service I provide, however my experience on Saturday reminded me that not everyone has impeccable manners.

The guy, in question, sounded nice on the phone, he wanted 3pm, then 2pm and then decided he needed it now and so arrived at approximately 12.45pm.  I seen him alight from his taxi outside my door and my first thought was "Geordie Shore".  Yes he was the type.  The tight tee shirt, tats, tan, in other words, a bit of a tit.

In he walks, takes off his shoes and I showed him into the bedroom.  He asked if he could have a shower first, so I ran the shower, sorted out a towel and hovered around making small talk.  I briefly walked into the bathroom to get a small hand towel for the bedroom and he said "Sorry mate, can I have a bit of privacy here".  I thought that was very odd, especially as I am likely to be sucking his cock in a few minutes.  What was the privacy bit all about.  I hadn't asked for the money up front, at this stage, my own fault..... I know.... but I tend to trust most gentlemen, because they usually are gentlemen.

He came through to the bedroom and wanted a bit of a back massage, he told me he was here on a stag trip, he was 35 and this was his first time with a bloke.  He was full of his own self importance and I am used to that attitude so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  He then said he wanted to rim me and suck cock for the first time.  Not a problem, I love being rimmed, it's one of the most wonderful things a guy can do to me.  Bit of brief fun and he jumped up all of a sudden and made his way to the bathroom and ran the shower.  He asked for hair product, moisturiser, a hair dryer etc and got himself dressed.  He asked me to book him a taxi, so I grabbed my phone and rang a local cab company and asked for a taxi from my home address to the Quayside.  At this stage he bolted past me and made a beeline for the door, thinking I had booked him a taxi.  "Not so fast" I said, "Firstly the door is locked and secondly we've not sorted the money side out yet".  

He paused in his tracks.  "I am not paying you, this was just fun, in fact, you should be paying me, I am gorgeous" he replied.  "Really", I said, "I am sure the police might have something to say about that when I call them".  "You wouldn't ring the police you fucking twat" he shrieked..........  "Watch me" I replied.

He threw the money on the floor (classy), I opened the door and he scarpered.  He thought I'd booked the taxi but when I had phoned them, they said it would be at least twenty minutes before a cab would be available and so he never got the cab booked for him, he kicked off mid conversation and I never got around to booking one.  He left, in the middle of a city he didn't know, without the cab he thought was booked.  This was my first bad bad experience in a long time and it's a lesson to us all to be vigilant about the money.  This guy had no intentions of paying me but he got a shock when I said I would phone the police.

I have some lovely guys who visit me and this sort of thing happens once in a blue moon but its upsetting all the same.  You invite strangers into your home and they act like arseholes, for no apparent reason.  If they can be like this with me, what are they like with their wives and girlfriends.  He wasn't a young guy either, you'd expect this from a cocky 22 year old not a 35 year old.

You've just got to keep your wits about you, this is one of the reasons why I keep to regular guys at night and don't see new guys after 10pm, every bad experience I have had has been after 10pm but you don't expect nonsense like this at 12.45pm during the day.

It's a lesson I have learned.  I got paid but only by the skin of my teeth.

You See.... I Fancy Being An Escort

I think it's high time I touched on this subject.  Guys who want me to help them become escorts.

When I first got into this work, I had no help, I had to work out which adverts worked, which ones didn't, which clients I appealed to and which guys were not interested in the likes of me.  I then had to focus on my finest attributes and work on a game plan to turn myself around from occasional, jobbing escort, to one that's known throughout the North East and indeed throughout the country.

This wasn't an easy feat.  I've been timewasted more times than a priest has fooked a choirboy.  I've driven out to hoax appointments and had drunks turn up at 11pm that I can't get rid of and I taken everything in my stride and learnt from my mistakes.  I've worked out which websites are good to market yourself on, I've worked out which places to avoid, I've introduced set times and rules that I don't break and I've done it all by myself.

If you fancy being a hairdresser on Gosforth High Street, the last thing you're gonna do is pop into the hairdressers next door to your new venture and ask him how busy he is and where he gets his customers from, potentially poaching someone elses client base.  Yes there's nothing to stop you setting up in competition next door if you want, plenty do it, but it would be a brave man or woman to tap the competition for tips......... so......... why do guys and girls think it's acceptable to ask me for advice on setting up in competition with me in the same town, marketing themselves at the same clients.  It beggars belief.

I've no problems with passing on the numbers and details of dodgy clients and warning other guys of potential hoax outcalls but telling them how to steal the thunder from beneath my feet is just employment suicide.  What incentive do I have ?  When you ignore the request or say no, you get a whole load of abuse, not all of the time I may add, some guys apologise and realise what a stupid thing it was to ask in the first place but some take it totally the wrong way.

I am not the only person tapped for this all the time.  It happens to other fellow escorts.  We're all asked it at least a few times a month, every month. If you want to become an escort, fellow escorts will, without even thinking, agree to furnish you with dodgy numbers but very very few of us are going to hand over our little black book of clients.

A few bizarre examples over the last few months.

"Steve, if you want I could come to yours and join in for free for a few sessions with your clients to get the hang of it"

"Steve, I see you're going away, you could divert your phone to mine and I could help out those clients"

"Steve, I need some cash so can I take your overflow work and give you some money back each time I see you"

I have no desire to be anyones mentor, hand over "overflow work" or divert my phone.

The Easter Weekend

There wasn't a dull moment over the Easter break,  not one dull moment.  For me, it was wall to wall men, a few new ones, a few returning ones but all in all a nice few days with nice men, having a nice time.  Holiday times are usually quiet for me but last weekend was one of my busiest such weekend this year.

I was fucked so hard by a number of men on Saturday that I felt that some of my vital organs had been rearranged to accommodate all the cock that was rammed to me.  I'm not complaining, this boy loves to be fucked hard.  The harder the better.............   The weekend kicked off with a busier than usual Good Friday. I was quite keen to remind everyone that Friday was certainly good.  I just got settled down on Friday night after a busy day when someone text me wanting a 2 hour incall at 9.30pm. He was the nicest gentleman in the world..... cute..... hairy.... with a bubble butt that cried out to be fucked.  He was very respectful and after fucking him something stupid, he returned the compliment and climbed on board and gave Steve a good fucking. I even cum all over myself whilst he fucked me stupid and then he decided he couldn't hold off any longer and shot the hugest amount of cum I have seen in weeks.  Lovely thick gloopy man seed.

Saturday was busy and then I had a quiet day on Sunday without even the sniffings of a phone call but Easter Monday made up for it with another round of spectacular cock to choose from.  I was fucked that hard, over the weekend, it wouldn't have taken much effort for me to lay an Easter Egg.  I was well abused.

The rest of this week has ticked along nicely too. I am very lucky to have such good regular clients and very privileged to meet so many nice new men at the moment too.  A very high proportion of my appointments at the moment are with new men finding me for the first time, from all over the country.

Happy Days

The Guys I See

All sort of guys walk through my door.... locals, executives, taxi drivers, shop keepers, house husbands and the odd vagrant but I always treat them with the exact same respect and I don't question them.  They can be old, young, usually 35 to 60 though and they can be fat or thin, they can tell me this story about themselves and that story about themselves and on the whole I take everything in but it's never repeated.  I try to find their most endearing quality, something that's hard to find at times and I focus on that.  I always try and remember something about them that I can bring back up at a later date, as a conversation piece.

The types of guy I see vary on a day to day basis.  I have some very lovely executive clients, who spend a lot of money seeing me, but who enjoy my company as much as I enjoy theirs.  They want a certain class of companion, well dressed, well spoken, who knows how to conduct themselves in private and public but who more importantly tailors the appointments to their needs and never lets the grass grow beneath their feet.  I am constantly trying to think of new ways to innovate myself with gentlemen I see often because the time we spend together has to remain fresh and exciting and I want him to have the very best sex life he's ever had in his life with no need to look elsewhere.

I have many local guys who also spend a lot of money seeing me.  They're the guys I see one a week as opposed to once or twice a month.  Four, one hour appointments off a local guy is almost the same money as an overnight with someone else once a month.  There probably isn't the personal interaction that an overnight affords but their time is in no way less valid than the executive guys.  I've been seeing many local guys that fall into this category for a number of years.  They have a certain need and although they're more incall at my place with me wearing joggers and a tee shirt as opposed to me travelling to Edinburgh in a tweed jacket and expensive shoes, their need is as important as anyone elses.

I see some gentlemen who want to try some man to man sex and who decide it's not for them.  That's fine, I like gentlemen to return time and time again but if they don't it doesn't really matter, there's always someone else around the corner ready to make an appointment.  These appointments tend to be much harder than the executives and the super regular locals.  These guys could have phoned half a dozen times before taking the plunge, get here and wonder what on earth they're doing here and simply want to walk away.  I have to deal with these situations, when they arise and try and think how to resolve their anguish at a moments notice.  You've got to be a good escort to deal with this type of client.  Luckily, not many blokes decline the appointment.  I'm talking in figures of 2 to 3 a year that walk away and decide they don't want the appointment, but earlier this year I was quite shocked that one of my 2013 walk away guys came back and went through with an appointment.  His nerves just got the better of him the first time around.

When the smelly, unkept, vagrant types walk in, you just think to yourself.... well it's half an hour and then I can get on with my day.  When they say "Will you suck it" and it doesn't look too clever, you have two options... a)  ask him to shower and offend him  or b) say "No I don't do oral without" and offend him.  It's usually the latter.  Let's face it, I'm not fussed if he returns or not because if he can turn up filthy like that, I am not too keen on him coming back. They're usually the ones to proclaim that their wives don't give them sex too.  I think I can guess why.  I do, do Oral Without, but on clean cocks.  Yes clean ones.  How can they not notice it's filthy and smells.

On the whole.  Most of my gentlemen are lovely.  Some more lovely than others and some who I am super excited to see when I know an appointment is impending, I have one or two that I have a real connection with.  I like to pride myself on the service I offer and like to think that they come back because they like me, my personality and the fact I keep everything as fresh as the first time we met.

Animalistic

I think everyone knows, I love big fat cock, the bigger the better and I get very greedy when I see it stood to attention in front of me.  After deep throating fat cock, you can guarantee I will want to ride it.

Dave, a regular of mine, takes no time in getting his cock inside me.  Married bloke, he's stocky, fit, goatee beard and has a nice horny hairy chest. I've been seeing him for a couple of years now and he always knows what he wants.  He was my first fuck when I arrived back from my holiday this week.

Dave booked for 1pm but was running a little late, walked in and stuck two fingers straight up my arse crack, he likes me to be pre-lubed, there's no messing about with him.  His cock is an impressive 8 inches and he likes to fuck hard with it.  He knows that when fucking an arse, the best sensations, for both men, happen when you pull your cock right out and fuck it straight back up to the hilt, until you're balls deep inside.

Dave is always immaculately clean, his cock tastes like nectar and there's always a dribble of precum on the tip of his shaft from the excitement of visiting me.  On Tuesday's visit, he came into the bedroom, after fingering me and proceeded to lick out my hole, sticking the two fingers he'd had in me, into my mouth, calling me a dirty fuck slut.  Sex with him is always animalistic, he knows what he wants.   Dave stood at the side of the bed, shirt still on with only his suit trousers unzipped and I positioned myself so I could suck his cock and have it slide nicely down my throat, getting him super wet for the fuck.  I only have to suck it for a minute or so before he taps me on the chest, signalling that he's ready for some arse.  It's always doggy and its always deep and he doesn't even take his time, he just positions the head of his dick on my tight hole and slides the fucker right up there.  No apology.... he just gets on and does it.  He then tells me to slide back onto him and work his cock, work for my spunk.  He takes his whole cock out, wanks it for a couple of strokes and then rams it right back up my fuck hole, pulling on my thighs to get as deep inside as possible, then it's back out again, few more hand strokes and back inside until he can take no more and then he pulls out and shoots all of his muck over my back.  He spoons up the cum on his fingers and puts it all into my mouth and I greedily turn over and clean off his cock with my mouth savouring every last drop.

I nicknamed him Animalistic because basically he is.  He is built like an ape and fucks like one but more importantly, he knows what he wants.  Great start to the week.

What Do The Executive Clients Expect

Total Discretion... Total Discretion... Total Discretion.... oh and Total Discretion

I was chatting to a client last night, who is an executive and we got talking about his love of younger guys.  Yes I am in my mid to late 30's and he admitted that he gets turned on by discussing and having sex with guys 21-24  but added that he's found them to be the worst escorts about in terms of discretion and reliability.

It seems in London, you can pick up a guy every night of the week, 365 days of the year and still never make your way through the vast amounts of new guys, coming into escorting for the first time, some of whom only stick at the work a few weeks, some make a career out of it, however my client last night said that for reliability, especially when playing away from home, he prefers the stability of someone 30-45 who he knows is going to be reliable and respectful, hence why he makes an appointment to see me whenever he is back in Newcastle. The top and bottom of the discussion was that if you're not interested in seeing a guy for a second time and its just a bit of paid casual sex, London is ideal, but if you're 250 miles from home it's often better to see someone that you know isn't going to disappoint you or waste your valuable time.

After a few glasses of wine and a frank discussion on why guys my age are better than the twinkie twenties, we got out the handcuffs and the spanking paddle and I showed him just how dominant I can be at times, all of which was within the parameters he set, something he knows he can do with me and which other guys may struggle with because they've no idea what parameters are never mind how far you can push someone.  Fun was had by all and even though he insisted he wouldn't be able to cum during our extended appointment, I most certainly made sure he did.  I'm good !!!!

I see a number of executive guys, none of whom know each other or know about each other.  I never discuss clients, what they do for a living, where they take me etc with other clients, I keep all of that information to myself, it's a very personal experience seeing an escort and that personal experience needs to remain personal.  I am middle class and was brought up reasonably well and was taught that discretion was the key to success.  Once again last night I was dismayed to learn that an escort, whom he liked and had seen a few times took it upon himself to text my client on a number of occasions trying to drum up trade.  Yet another executive client who was horrified at this practice and who admitted it was the escorts downfall and kiss of death because he would never see an escort again who did that.  He said that I was totally discreet, he's seen me on a number of occasions and never once have I initiated any contact and that's what he likes.  He likes the fact I'm there when he needs me and he doesn't need me to be needy.  What he couldn't understand and to be honest, what I can't understand is why escorts feel it's acceptable to start contacting clients, weeks and months, after an appointment, without any due care about their personal life.

I think I get the balance right with my executive clients, they know I am very intelligent, can have a conversation about almost anything that interests them, they know I don't go telling Tom, Dick or Harry about who fucked me last night and that an appointment with me is more than an appointment, it's an experience and I am glad to say, nearly all of my successful businessmen come back to me time and time again.  I am on their wavelength and my attention to detail, discretion and all round package is second to none.

Cum In Mouth

I write this with a smirk on my face.  Not intentional but last night I went to see a regular client for the first time at his home, I have seen him on three previous occasions, always at my place but last night he couldn't get away and sent me a text asking if I could come and visit him.  Yeah... that would be good.

On the way to the appointment I received a text message from him and it said "Looking forward to feeling ur load in my mouth". I couldn't ever recall that being on the agenda before and so I went along there quite happy to oblige.  A lot of clients progress and become more "open minded" the more they trust you.

I arrived, ahead of time, but he wanted me as soon as possible anyway, walked in and he was straight onto my cock.  It was like he'd never sucked cock before and I forced him to deep throat it.  He had asked me to be a bit dominant in his previous text and what could be more dominant than being told to take it right down your throat and choke.  That turned him on and he was being super attentive but suddenly wanted the attention switched to him.  I obliged but it was apparent, quite early on, that he was going to cum far too quickly.  When I could feel his cock pulsating, I pulled off and demanded.... yes demanded.... I was being dominant.... that he suck on my dick and "take the fucker right down... you filthy bitch".  He obliged and I cum in his mouth.  He got the shock of his life and I did forewarn him it was about to happen.  He jumped up and errrmmmm, ran to the bathroom to vomit.  I felt awful, but I quickly got over it.  Anyway, after five minutes of him composing himself in the toilet.  He reappeared and it was back to business.  It didn't take him long to cum and naturally I let him dump it in my mouth.  He did forewarn me, but to be honest, guys don't need to let me know in advance, I am quite happy not knowing when it's going to happen.  It's all part of the excitement.

After we both composed ourselves I asked him if he was ok.  He was fine but it was the first time he had ever tasted spunk.  I said "But I've been told mine is nice because I am vegetarian and don't smoke".  I think the poor guy has been put off tasting it for life because if mine is supposed to taste nice, what do other guys taste like.

Personally, I don't like or dislike spunk.  I do swallow with guys I know, I usually discreetly disperse of it with newer guys but I have no choice with dominant guys with big cocks because it just goes straight down your throat with no bitter after taste anyway.  It's not that I don't trust the cum of new guys, there's very little I can catch from ingesting it, I just subconsciously decide that I will swallow the cum of regulars as an added treat for them... a sort of reward for coming back.

Anyway, I will see him again soon, he books every month or so, I think the next appointment however, will be more about the action and less about tasting the fruits of his labour.  At least he tried it hahahahahaha.  He's a nice bloke too.

Off The Clock

Whilst browsing online, last night, minding my own business, after a busy day at the office, I came across a gay escort advert.  It's someone I don't know but I stumbled across it and decided to see what sort of things he offered.  He's not local but he's a similar age and although he's not competition I often look at other gay escort profiles just to get a feel for what is out there.

It was a nice enough profile, he looked a nice enough boyish type guy, where as I am more masculine and bearded.  The thing that surprised me the most was his opening statement.  "If I am contacting you, it's because I want to have sex off the clock, if you contact me, remember I am an escort and will be charging a fee".  The first question to myself was..... "Who is he contacting "Off The Clock" that would read such an advert" and the second thought I had to myself was "That's a really frightening statement to make to potential clients".  

Clients really ... really ... really don't want escorts to contact them off the clock.  I never see guys off the clock.  I have one private arrangement, away from my day to day escorting career with a gentleman, who does contact me "off the clock", but whom I don't see, "off the clock", well, that's not strictly true, I see him for a longer time that I would with most guys and he "treats me" accordingly, if you understand what I mean and it's not a typical escorting appointment because we both genuinely like each other.  I would never entertain text messages during the week from other guys, enquiring about how I am, what I am doing, making plans for my next visit, but I will with him.  That's not off the clock, it's being genuinely nice to someone who is genuinely nice to me.  It's a mutual arrangement which we both prefer to have. I never ever contact him... like this advert implied, he contacts me, usually once a week and we see each other twice a month on average.  I would never dream of texting him and initiating a conversation but I will chat by text or phone for as long as he likes when he's able to contact me.

An escorts' role is to be there at the convenience of the client, not the other way around.  I have enough sex in my day job to want to start initiating a hook up, for want of a better word.  The last thing I think of at 9pm is a big fat cock pounding my arsehole for 30 minutes, I usually like to be tucked up in bed with a bottle of wine and watching Joan Rivers and Giuliana Rancic on Fashion Police.  If my phone rings at 9.30pm and it's a guy I know, I am happy to pause my TV and start bouncing on cock, but its not off the clock.  It's on the clock.  I would be devastated if I seen a guy off the clock and missed out on a new client in a hotel who could book me another 7 times in the next 12 months.  All that money lost because you've having some recreational sex.

One thing said to me time and time again, "God any bloke meeting you must be a lucky bloke, all this sex all the time with you, I would love to have a lover like you, who just loves riding cock".  Hmm real life isn't really like that....... do you really think I'd want to intensely shag your brains out 24/7, Off The Clock.