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.
Thursday 24 July 2014
Wednesday 16 July 2014
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.
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.
Tuesday 15 July 2014
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.
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.
Sunday 13 July 2014
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.
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.
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