How to keep clients

I think I just decided to visit Mr. Brompton last Sunday because I know he is passive and easy going. Otherwise I don’t know what the hell I would have to come up with as an excuse as I can not let my regular clients down. With the new ones you can say that you’re already booked. To the rude ones you can just ignore than. However the ones that are always there (even when everybody else is fucking somewhere else) those are the ones to keep very happy indeed!
Besides my tiredness of getting fucked twice in a roll within just over 1 hour, it was so cold that was almost beyond belief!

So I was genuinely glad to arrive at the warm Mr. Brompton’s house, probably as much as per his heater as per his money.
- How was your day so far, Kaio? - He asked putting a condom on my dick with his tongue?
- Pretty quite – I answered pretending that I was about to fuck (ops, I mean: work) for the first time that day – well, I am sure it will start to get better right now.
- Really? – He asked barely speaking with his mouth already busy!.

That is another Golden Rule.

For the good clients an escort should never – ever!- sounds busy.

This goes against any other profession on the planet as far as I am aware, however when you fuck for money, less is more!

Doctors get respect by counting how many patients they take care of.

Advocates get famous by showing of how many cases they win monthly.

With sex workers, been on demanding and working too much means that the guy is far too used – and clients like to think that not many others guys went down the same escort that they fancy!

Does it sound a bit mad? Maybe is because it is!

I was happily exhausted after finishing with Mr. Brompton and getting inside a cab.
Once I got home I slept like a baby. Sex can be a great and relaxing thing to make you go to bed early!

Busy Sunday!

A very productive Sunday and by that I mean: I fucked a lot!
It started pretty late as I didn’t leave my house until 1pm however once I’ve done with the first client, Mr. Johnson, a very clean cut guy from the countryside I just ran for the second one!

Even with all the closures and engineering works at the tube I managed to go from one to another in no more than half an hour - for London it is almost a record as the transports are very bad over the weekends.

I was very lucky I got the second guy in that order: second.
The first one was gentile and had an average cock so I didn’t have any problem at all with that. The challenge was the second one, a guy from Sweden with a very large cock and not that sweet in bed.
20 minutes of action and I already was almost asking him to stop and have his money back. I didn’t have to think about it twice as shortly after half an hour having sex he announced that he was about to cum!

Usually this point is when things get very difficult as people don’t have an exactly notion of speed when it comes to a cock going inside a butt whole – they just stick it there as it were meant to be there.

With the Swedish client wasn’t any different: he asked to change the position to dog style, jumped off the bed and grabbed me to the edge. I avoided even to speak because I didn’t want him to lose his concentration and delay the ending.

- I thought I was about to cum but actually not, sorry! – He said very happy for staying longer behind me.

I mentally counted till 5 to avoiding shout at him because at the end of the day nothing was wrong with him at all (a part from a monstrous penis which also wasn’t his fault).

It is probably the dream of many guys: to get fucked by a well endowed bloke and I think I would be taking it happier it I didn’t have sex less than 1 hour ago.

Besides the size to cope, the condom’s rubber kind of start to hurt when you use it too much – and doing what I do for a job I don’t have much option but fucking with protection, even it is very uncomfortable at times!

- More lube, please! – I asked trying to take a break. He just got a bottle of lube few inches away and put a bit more almost without taking his cock of my ass – what a son of bitch!

Eventually, as I saw that the time was running out and he wasn’t showing any signs of cumming, I had to take the lead, pushing him to bed and riding his cock as fast as I could.

This is a trick that always work but you have to know how to do it very quick otherwise between the changing of position the guy’s penis goes soft and them it would take another good 10 or 15 minutes to get it working back!

I am glad that all my efforts paid off. He not only was very pleased with the whole thing. He also gave me some tips (not usual in London) and offered to drive me back home.

I was burning so much that I barely could sit still inside the car!

And once I got back home thinking that my shift had finished the fucking mobile phone rang again with Mr. Brompton, a regular that I can always count on.

- Just this one and I call the day off! – I thought while taking a warm shower and getting read to work again.

It may sounds easy but believe me: you’ve got to be professional if you are putting up with this work.

Escorting definitely is not something for shivering flowers!.

Golden rule 25790

Just came back from the sales as my phone was almost dead. Just a couple of freaks asking for services which I don’t provide (fisting and bareback, again!). so I thought: fuck it and lets take a day off – or what was still left of the day after I decided it, around lunchtime.

Sales in London have nothing to do with those famous January sales in New York. There are very small discounts, some of the shops put a big sign with 50% discount and when you check the price tag, the price is higher than two days before, so after the ‘discount’ you end up paying the same anyway!

I was at Zara’s Oxford Circus (they have quite a nice men area downstairs!) when I saw a client shopping a couple of metres away. I didn’t speak to him before making sure he was on his own and, as I always do. I let to him to make the first move.
This is a golden rule for those ones fucking for money. You are paid for that not to be friendly afterwards or became part of any client’s social life. Therefore, if I see any of them I just pretend they are a strange.
They appreciate it as, of course, it is much safer to have fun with discreet escorts rather than those loud ones.

The client was plain pale once he saw me near the fit room, even i wasn’t going to use it anyway (I think it wasn’t available as they were on sales and always shut the fitting room to avoid massive queues.

I turned my back at him at carried on checking out some shoes and jumpers.
A bit later I saw him upstairs with a tall lady and a couple of cute kids!. I knew he was married even I never asked if he had children.

The only thing I bought after 6 hours visiting the main shops in London were few T-shirts from Next and a pair of trousers from Debenhams!
At least once I got home and switched of the phone it started to ring again and I already have a appointment for tomorrow!

The city is a bit empty I guess everywhere due the festive season actually.
Even the gym was so empty I almost left before finishing my set of exercises (it is plain boring to go to the gym if the hottest guys were not there!)

Being GOOD

Even yesterday on 24th I managed to work, what actually came as a surprise as I didn’t expect my phone to be ringing at all.

Usually near big holidays such as Christmas and New Year eve people prefer to stay with friends or have family coming over so unfortunately not a lot of clients have time for fun.
I’ve noticed also that some of them have a sort of ‘last minute guilty’ and decide to compensate the whole year on drugs, sex and rock and roll by visiting their local church and asking forgiveness for betraying husbands and wives, having sex outside the marriage, paying young guys for sex and all other variation of temptations which people fell through the year!. Not sure if it works but quite a few people believe so.

It was a guy in London for work over Christmas (bad for him, good for me!), so he felt a big lonely and called me to visit him in a hotel, a very nice place near Gloucester road.

They guy, an South African in his 40’s was an average bloke than you never would tell he was even slightly gay. Besides the fact he was quite difficult to negotiate fees and thought he was working, I must say it was a great time.

It is not easy when we have this sort of clients, always willing to pay less or have a second hour for free. They find unbelievable hard to understand that some people sell oranges, others sell houses or cakes. I sell time. And if this time happens to come with some free sex, better for both of us.

- What about 3 hours and I pay 1 and a half?
- No. If you go for 3 hours I would be happy to extend 30min.
- So 1 hour and you stay 1 and a half?
- No. If you just want 1 hour, it will be 1 hour, I am afraid.
- But you just said you would give me 30min for free!
- Yes, if you go for 3 hours.
- If I pay 4 hours can you stay overnight?

Obviously not, also because the day after was Christmas and I had no plans of waking up in a hotel room with a stranger and with no tubes, bus, trains or any other transportation to get back home. In London the whole city shuts down on Christmas Eve only to return to its normal activities on Boxing Day!!!.

At the end he decided to have a couple of hours and I went to visit him.
As he was very sweet and good in bed – and I honestly didn’t expect my phone to ring again - I extended a little bit my time with him with no extra charge so he got more 45 minutes chatting and fucking for free.

I normally don’t do it, even if it was George Clooney or Gary Barlow. But it is Christmas so we’ve got to be a bit flexible and generous with others, don you think so?

Happy Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi, just to wish you all a very nice Christmas with lots of happiness!

Quick answer from previous comments left here: the black and white picture of the 3 guys was shot by Joao Arraes, a sexy and creative Brazilian photographer.

The 3 guys are Brazilian too and although I don’t know any of them – even the photographer – I just thought it was too good not to share with everybody else. So literally I ‘ve stolen it from his Flickr photobook.

The original can be found at:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/joaoisbossy/sets/72157604056487834/

Well paid risks?

No matter how much the media and books talk about, people still put themselves in risk!

Since I was very little that everyone talks about AIDS and so many other diseases.

However since I started working within the sex industry I had so many offers to do bareback that I just lost the track and stopped counting them after the 20th client.

I find ridiculously rude to get offered more money for unprotected sex, also because if someone attempt to do it, certainly it is a common practise for then!.

Besides that, by offering money to a male worker performs sex without a condom you are clearly saying that you really believe that he is stupid or already positive, and both assumptions are not nice at all.

A client yesterday, whom I’ve never met before until we get together at his hotel, asked me for a bareback even before I take my clothes off.

- I have my tests done regularly, I am clean! – He guaranteed as sure as a state agent selling a house. And in both cases, clients and people selling houses, you know that they are lying to get away.
- Good for you.
- It is true, believe me! – the client insisted raising the money offer, what is always tempting, I must say..
- I didn’t say it wasn’t true, but I don’t do bareback, I am sorry. Also, how would you know that I am clean, then?
- Escorts are more careful with sex than the average gay guy. I don’t know a lot of them actually offering this extra service. . .
- That is true. Probably because it is not a service: it is an unnecessary risk, I am afraid.

He wasn’t terribly happy to have his offer turned down and after 45 minutes fucking, with condom of course, he said I wasn’t as good as he was expecting me to be.

Given the fact I am Latin and young he was expecting much more action!

More action?

I suppose he said that because the issue we had at the beginning. The true is: after trying so many different positions in bed and also tried a chair in the bedroom, I am sure that on top of that the only thing left was to be able to fly! – but I cannot fly!

It was a relief to finish with that guy, although I had worst clients to date, it is always so tiring to have people putting you off! I never get used to those ones!

After the hotel I bought a big chocolate bar – this is my secret to get back the energy spent working in bed and to be ready to the next round of sex: I eat chocolate!

Luckily the next client, within a couple of hours, would be Mr. Preston, a rather than nice guy living in a tiny studio, just off Battersea.

Last time I went there, we had a neighbour knocking the door to complain about the noise!
(To be continued)

5 years time?

- What will you be doing in 5 years time?
A client asked that question yesterday, after we finish a session in the shower.

I didn’t know what to reply.
Usually I barely know what I will be doing tomorrow or next week, so to have a image of where or what I will be doing within 60 months times sounds just out of reality.

He laughed with my embarrassment.
I am very quick and open minded to talk about sex, cock and different position to please all sort of people. However I find extremely difficult to talk about future. I know it will come anyway so I just don’t waste so much time thinking of tomorrow. Maybe I should.

- Don’t get me wrong, but you will not be able to Escort forever – he added, after getting dressed and move to the lounge.

I thought for a minute about that.
First because he was clearly saying I was getting older at 26 years old - probably very very old indeed for the adult industry where guys almost underage are the ones to work day and night with no breaks.
Secondly because it was true and, although I don’t feel any signs of ageing or neither have plans to stop working right now, it will get to a point where clients no longer will require my services. And this is something that can happen any time soon!.

- Yes, it may sounds funny, doesn't it? I am 4 years still to get to 30 and I will have to retire – I said getting ready to go.
He agreed felling guilty for embarrass me, as someone that says something and hardly wish be able to take it back.

- And Kaio . . . even if you wanted, I bet you will get fed up of having sex with older guys for money within few years anyway. So I am sure you will be fine when the retirement comes.
We said goodbye and off I went.

I still don’t know what I will be doing when, eventually, I stop having work. I guess I just have to put together a master plan, work as hard as I can in order to save some money and guarantee the bills afterwards. Or get married to a rich guy hahahaahha.
Well this is not the best plan I am sure so better to come up with something real!.

Gary Barlow!

Just for the record:
Gary Barlow is hot. Very hot!
The English singer, from the man band Take That is the sort of client I would work with happily ever. Unfortunately he is married and I never had the chance to see him even miles away so ... just dreaming.

By the way: I decided not to go ahead with the offer idea.

Initially I thought of introducing a lower hate to get a few more clients.

However it would not work out well. And who needs so many clients: much better to try change the focus and start aiming high profile clients because I would fuck less, with more quality and more money as well.

So, no dropping price from me, I am afraid!

Son of a bitch

Another very cold night and I had one of those clients fucked up to finish the night not so well.
The guy called middle afternoon and seemed rather than nice. We agreed to meet up at 7.30 at his flat in Pimlico however once I got there the number just didn’t exist. I tried to call him back because maybe I was at the wrong street or building somehow but the son of a bitch switched the phone off.

The building, a very nice riverside development, had an Eastern European porter by the gate. I thought of asking him about Mr. John however this is a sort of very common name and probably there was dozens of Johns living there. Plus: most of the guys hiring an escort just give a nick name, never their real names so it was very likely that Mr. John actually had another identity.

I looked at the porter twice.
A quite well built tall blonde guy with a heavy coat and that face irradiating testosterone. He was much more a sort of builder than a first class doorman but his stature and straight face somehow would impose respect the place and I don’t think anybody would his to mess him up.

He didn’t look back or even asked if I needed help so I gave up the day – even thinking of asking him when he would have a break so I maybe could give him a free blowjob to worth the trip over there!

I have no idea what makes someone call a sex worker, book a session and disappears wasting my time – and their time as well for an instance. It is just suck!
Pimlico is very close to the river and on my way back I could feel the wind blowing so could that hurt!

Half a hour later I was in front of my TV, under my duvet with a hot bow of tomato soup when the phone hang.
Even the day didn’t have that much action and I was finishing it off almost hand empted I decided that was time to stop and rest a little bit for the next day so I just turned it off.

P.s:
Mr. Jones, an lovely Irish client texted me earlier saying that he is thinking of start to produce short movies. Well sort of adult short movies, and will show me a project i may could ne on board.
We are set to meet next week for some sex, vodka and to talk about his new adventure. Not sure if it worth – not even sure If there are any money involved or neither if it would be kind of hot adult stuff or just small porn movies. But I quite like challenges.

Sex with audience - 2

It is not every day I have sex with audience.
Normally I prefer my sex to be private and 1 to 1 because if you are going to bed for money it is good to make an effort to focusing and deliver a good service.

Out of work I had threesome twice but it was more a sort of random thing after few drinks with ‘friends’ rather than a planned orgy!

And now I was at Mr. Chelsea’s house, fucking him doggy style in a crinkling bed.
And there was Mr. Chelsea’s friend, sitting on an old chair only 2 metres away and watching every single movement as if it was movie!
He didn’t say anything for the entire time, but I could hear his fast breathing what made me wonder when was the last time he had sex himself.
I don’t know what was going on inside his head but he seemed very happy I must say!.

Mr. Chelsea asked for a break and more lube because he was getting a little dry.
The entire room was really hot because on top of a very strong heater, sex can warm up a lot. Mathematically, if we think that a human body has an average temperature of 36C and then we plus it times 3 people, it means: 108C ! Hummm not sure if this make any sense but I swear it was fucking boiling – literally!

Once I finished, Mr. Chelsea rushed to the toilet and came back with a paper towel roll so I could remove my condom without messing up around.

- It was pretty good, boy! – Mr. Chelsea’s friend said almost as a whisper. It was the third time I was hearing his voice for the entirely night (the first time was when he offered money to watch us fucking and then later he asked where he could sit to do it so).
- Thanks – I said a little embarrassed and saying to myself: what a cold audience! However it wasn’t a show so not sure if it would be appropriate to see Mr. Chelsea’s friend cheering up or clapping through the action!

Now I was wondering how much I would get for this.
Usually clients pay upfront, unless they are regular as Mr. Chelsea so you know it is safe to wait for the money at the end. His friend was that odd extra bit. I could not ask him to pay in advanced even it was the first time I was meeting him. Beside that I didn’t touch him, even a casual ‘shaking hands’ so it was why I was wondering how much my performance would worth.
He went to the bedroom beside and came back with a small envelope which you could fit a post card.
I thought of opening it in front of him, counting the money inside and saying thanks but I decided to risk and just said a big thank you and kept the envelope closed until later.
Mr. Chelsea came with his money and his tip (he usually gives me an extra £20 what is very king of him because usually British clients never tips. It is not something part of the local culture at all, no matter if you sell popcorn, books or sex).

I just actually opened the envelope once I got home and I have to say I was quite pleased to find $150 dollars. No bad at all but certainly it was first timer’s luck!

And then my working phone inside my bag blipped with a text message: Mr. Harrow and his usual last minute request almost in code: W out. You free b4 5.3? (What means: wife is out for shopping. Are you free before 5.30pm?).
It was 1pm and a horrible British weather outside. However, as I never say ‘no’ to work, 30 minutes later I was catching the tube to Harrow.

Sex with audience - 1

I went to visit a regular just off Chelsea.
Lovely area, horrible transport. They just have Sloane Square nearby so I always have to walk or get a cab from there because if it’s raining a lot it doesn’t worth the savings.

I was a bit disappointed at first because Mr. Chelsea had a guest at home and he politely asked if his friend could watch while we were fucking.

It is such a trick question because regular clients are very reliable in terms of income.

We know that we can count if this in order to keep all the bills up to date even if we don’t get new ones.
However they also know it is a job, and it is not an average job as such as a chef or a IT guy whom may would not mind having a strange watching them to get on with their job! It was also trick because when I get this question from new clients I charge double so they kind of give it up. But how to ask for more money if I need to keep those regular clients? Especially now when some of them are having fun less often due the crunch?

I said although I like and trust him a lot, it was an unusual request (what a liar I am sometimes!) therefore I would fell a little embarrassed. He understood and I felt slightly bad for his friend, that was in the room listening to our conversation before we go to Mr. Chelsea bedroom.
His friend, then made an offer:

- I can pay, if you want. I just want to see, I don’t want to fuck or get fucked, just to watch. I like it and Mark doesn’t mind.

For a while I was thinking of ‘who the hell is Mark’ because I had forgotten that Mr. Chelsea actually has a proper name. This is my fault as I keep finding nicknames for my clients and always name them after the nearby tube station when saving their numbers on my mobile. Otherwise it would be difficult to remember who is who? I have 3 clients called David: Mr. Bayswater, Mr. Stockwell and Mr. Canning Town. It is safer than to risk knocking the wrong door!

I looked at Mr. Chelsea and he agreed. Everything would be fine.
- Ok, lets do it then!

We head up to Mark’s bedroom, with those disturbing wallpapers with so many colourful flowers that looks like from a cheap mother’s day wrapping paper.
- Where can I sit to watch? – Mr. Chelsea’s friend asked
(to be continued)

London crime levels

Raining Saturday and a client’s cancellation.
Weather + Credit crunch is such a bad combination when you sell pleasure!

However it has been a good week I must say.
I had at least a couple of very good guys coming over for a little fun and I also went to shop a bit because, you know, we have to help the British economy. Hahahahahaa

Yesterday, on my way back, a couple of lads stopped me on the street asking for a cigar. I knew very well what they wanted: drugs or money.
I just do not understand where the hell the government find those statistics about the violence going down in London. Every day more and more people are assaulted, abused, coned and the mayor releases a ‘good news city safer’ saying that crimes had dropped 20%!.
I think they just make it up to cheer up the newspapers.

The guys, a couple of black chavs with trousers falling and half of their bums showing off colourful pants, looked a bit high already. I didn’t have any cigar and even if I had I would not dare to open my bag in front of them. I walked as fast as I could and with them following me for a while. As they realised I would not give to way anything, they started to shout on the streets saying they would catch me next time. Lots of people saw it but in London, people just mind their own business, even if someone is laying dead on the floor it is more likely that they will dial anonymously to the police and pretend that it is just something very normal. Maybe that is why the level of violence is like that nowadays. People don’t care, just carry on with their lives.

Best client of the week: South African guys with lots of lovely toys. I liked especially the mint jelly dildo. It is amazing because it is actually with mint, smells good and leaves a very refreshing sensation. It is a sort of sweet actually because although you are not supposed to eat, it melts inside you through the penetration. Just great!

Thanks Miss Ginger, Czech and Rusty for the comments.

Time watch

For three days in a row I haven’t been to the gym and already starting to feel tired somehow. However I use to go in the morning, before clients awake up and the weather has been just horrible to leave my bed. Definitely not a big fun of dark winter mornings.!
Yesterday I saw a TV ad with Linda Evangelista for Prada.

I thought of her today because she is famous for that quote back in 90's saying she wouldn’t leave her bed for less than $10.000. i bet you she was inspired by one of those very depressing dark mornings. Nowadays I think she still must charge quite a lot . . . but not sure if she can still afford to stay in bed at 50!.

Signs of the credit crunch: more and more clients asking if I do ‘fast 30’.
For those one not familiar with the term, it means: a quick session, all inclusive where the client would get as much as he can within 30 minutes.

Technically they want us to charge half of the amount we normally would charge for the standard 1h service. In reality we never charge any near that, just give a sort of £20 or £30 discount because they still will get what they are looking for. Besides that, those small jobs can consume the same amount of time in terms of travelling around London – and the same amount of money on travel cards as well. I don’t think Transport for London would give me any discount if I tell them: listen, I dropped my price and I am going just for a real ‘fast 30’. You should drop your price too!. Hahahahahaa
It just doesn’t work that way.

Until more less 6 months ago, clients use to ask the price for the second hour, what would work exactly the other way around: if I am already at their place, spent the travel fees, why not be flexible about an extra hour bringing extra money? Now they want to pay less and less – sex almost for free if they can get it!

- You have to adequate to the new times! – Clients keep me saying. But it happens more often with those ones that still don’t know my services. The regular ones knows I worth what I charge, that I am reliable and discreet, and those things can worth quite a lot especially if they are married, politicians or celebrities.

Last week, one client fitting at the first category said that his partner started to act a bit funny recently. I didn’t understand properly what he meant by that once he uses to hire escorts and bring them home very often!

Tomorrow I have a client near Bermondsey. I don’t like the area, too many dodge people around the tube station and I don’t feel safe at all. But it is work and I’ve been there once before.

Fucking Santa!

- What Santa will bring for you this year, Kaio? – Mr. John asked me yesterday while I was riding him.
- Probably a cock or two – I replied without thinking so much about it.

2008 has been great so far, and a part from the fact I have less clients, they are good ones so I guess it is better than having lots and also lots of headache. Also regular clients kind of keep me out of trouble, what is certainly good!

Mr. John loves to fuck in costumers.
We already had the western outfits, which I hated because he kept insisting to me to use a hat but the fucking hat was falling all the time from by head through the session.
I liked the policeman outfit though. It is quite scaring how a uniform can bring you power! And the Robin Hood was quite good as well.

I really don’t know where the hell he gets those costumers from but I am sure he doesn’t take it back from where it came from because after having sex wearing those outfits, they look very bad and sweaty!
And then, there was it: I was riding Santa Claus!

This time Mr. John was the one to have problems because the long fake white beard was falling every minute so, at one point, he just gave up the extra shit feature and we carried on with a sort of shaved Santa!. It was great and weird at the same time to look at the mirror and see your image reflect with a big Santa Claus eating me from behind.

I am so glad he didn’t select any choir as soundtrack! I would not be able to focus on work at all.

- Were you talking serious when you said that Santa would bring you a pair of cocks? - He asked exhausted once we finished.
- Yes, I hope so!
- Boy! You really like what you do. Don’t you?
- As long Santa is happy, I do.
- Well, they are all very pleased: Santa, soldier, cowboys and cia! And be ready Kaio: I have Batman coming over next week!
It sounds good already!

Great sexy cover!

Wow! Lets get it straight: QX Magazine cover last week was as just delicious!
Absolutely hot and still, not with a inch of a cock showing off. This is what I call talent!.

It was when I realized actually that it was a new photographer – well, I never heard about him and before most of covers used to be from someone called Jessops, like the store that charges you 5p for a picture and £125 for a frame!.

It worth having a look and also pages 8 and 9 with ‘dates for your diary’ are quite good too.
I got the magazine yesterday night from Tim’s house, a client in Tower Hill.

Usually I would go down to Soho and pick it up from KU Bar or The Yard.
However I must admit I am a bit tired of the whole Soho crowd – always the same faces, the same people, and some of them even wearing the same clothes.
Something must be terribly wrong I must say. It used to be fresh and fun a couple of years ago.

And then, on my way back I see one of those tiny Vietnamese dark skinned boy with an old, very very British queen arguing outside Embankment tube station.
You know one of those moments where everything seemed so wrong that became actually very funny?
Apparently the old guy wanted to go home due his work.
However the little Vietnamese doll (God! they are so disgusting smoothly) wanted to head up to Central area.
I didn’t stay longer enough to see where it ended up though.

Early start on Saturday

I started my day quite early for a Saturday: 9am.
Luckily it was a nice client, the average 40 something married guy, with energy and nice cock, the sort of straight-faced guy that you don’t see in Soho’s bars and would be afraid to chat him up.
- Do you have poppers? – He asked alternating between rimming my back and soft spanking on my bum.

- I don’t do poppers, I am afraid.

I get this question a lot.
Eventually clients also ask me for other sort of drugs, which I don’t have anyway but somehow they seems to think that, with sex, we are also supposed to deliver drugs and rock and roll.
He wanted to film the whole thing using his mobile and I have to tell him that I don’t do videos and don’t like pictures too.
- How come? You’ve got a fucking blog writing your private things for everyone interested to know around the world! And you are refusing to shot a little amateur video?

Sometimes it is difficult to people understand the limits between privacy, work and personal life.
Besides that I don’t have face picture here or ever dare to mention the real name of the client so I kind of feel safe somehow.

At the end I was feeling like ‘this client never will call me again because I upset him’.
However he put a great smile after cumming twice and finish the appointment saying:
- You may not be so flexible when it comes to pictures or videos, but I loved everything you did! So I will be back!

It is good to know that people respect your limits, even in a world a little dirty!!!.
Daily photo: Rafael Verga

BRITNEY FLOP

I was talking to a work colleague today over the MSN and he was saying how disappointed he was las weekend with the Britney Spears ‘Circus’.

I thought he was talking about her new CD, that actually is called ‘Circus’ but as the chat developed further I learned that the angry was about the G-A-Y show as the singer turned up but . . didn’t sing.

Well, I thing Britney is getting worst. She never sang as everybody knows she mimes!
Now even that as she just ignored the crowd?

Apparently lots of people were let down as well and there were a few fights.

A couple of friends invited me to this event but I was attending something else. Besides that I didn’t think that she would even show up!

The club (now holding its events at Heaven) made lots of money by announcing a ‘Britney’s party’ for the whole week.

- Kaio, can you believe I turned down a client to go there and for nothing? – he told me.

As the singer herself came to UK to a brief visit to X-factor, lots of people just thought she would extend her night in a gay club.

They lost their time and their money!
I bet G-A-Y’s owner is heaving a laugh with all the cash to start a very good 2009!

Brainstorm

Weekend promising to be busy as I have a couple of bookings already.
But is kind of lucky because everything seems pretty quite at moment.

I was thinking of having a sort of ‘credit crunch’ offer because half of the clients are booking my services less than they used to.

I used to have weekly regulars, the ones that set a day to escape from work (and sometimes wifes) in order to have a warm massage and all the extras. Now, the most regular ones are every two weeks or monthly.

Certainly things will get better – I am constantly optimistic – however people are holding a bit now when it takes to spend – and pleasure is never on the top of expenses list.
It is easy to me to defend the idea that people need leisure, pleasure and also to relax because after all they are just human. But when things get bad and the economy gets worst, they start to cut all the things that actually helps the life to make sense: a good night out, meeting friends, shopping, cinema, fucking.

So it is not any surprise why people get so depressed when going through hard financial times. They just give up themselves and focus on pay utility bills and the rent. Life can not be good when you split it between work and bills (and forgetting yourself).

Well, that’s why I am thinking of the best way to have a promotion/offer - whatever you want to call it – to motivate even those ones with little money to enjoy one of the very good things in life: sex!

The trick point is: not look cheap, low level and also make clear it is temporary - otherwise people would stick to a small fee forever and it is not good for me!

Readers, marketing people, clients, friends, others escorts, lets make a brainstorm about it.
I am open to suggestions: have you got one?

Don't call me darling

- Darling, could you cum quickly because I’ve got a meeting at 1pm?

I don’t like people calling me ‘Darling’.
It sounds so fake that I just can’t stand this word.
And besides that it was already 12.55 and we were at the client’s house, 45minutes from his actual office. So I wondered if he thought that my sperm had could turn back time. Literally!

Less than 10 minutes later I was finished with him and back on the streets.
Mr. Gray is not a bad client, at all. He never complains about my fees or if I am a bit later – what I sometimes do. He also smells nice and it helps a lot. No matter how much you are getting paid it can be very difficult to get a real hard on – and hold on to it - when you have to fuck someone with a very bad smell or dirt hair.

Later, after a good shower and fresh clothes, I went to see Claridges Hotel, in Mayfair.
I really like going there because all my nice American clients stay there once in London. And the staff is very helpful as well.
I guess they know what I do for a living and let me carry on anyway because they never said a thing, asked further questions or tried to stop me. It is very professional. But because I’ve been there few times to see different friends – and always leaving after 1 hour – it is not that hard to figure out. Well I could be a masseur, it also works in a similar way. Hahahahahha.

Amazing Angelina!

Hyper slow Monday.
As the weather get worst and the economy shows no sign of recovering I found myself today wondering at a cinema for a good couple of hours.

I didn’t have anything else to do, to be honest, so, instead of staying at home (as I did for the whole weekend to pick up only a couple of clients) I decided to have a look at the new Angelina Jolie movie called ‘Chalenging’.

I am not a huge fan os Mrs. Brad Pitt however I have to say looks amazing in it!
It was like an electric shock, at the end you find difficult to leave the screening room as soon as the lights are turned on.

And, no, no, no: I didn’t; became the new film critic of the year after working as an escort. I still have sex for money. Hahahahahahahaha
And some of them are very good indeed!

Next door guy

Weather mild, people still complaining about Credit crunch and my handsome neighbour just had a big fight with his boring Hungarian girlfriend.

This is so fucking London!

I know: he is cute but he is straight – nobody is perfect, isn’t it?

She left home and I saw a guy from a key company coming around later yesterday.

So I guess either she took the keys and he had to arrange how to close the door or maybe he decided to change the lockers so she wouldn’t be able to get in again? Alternatively the key-guy could be just a shag, kind of: she found out the boyfriend was gay, split, leave home, and the boyfriend brings his lover to sleep with him - I wish! LOL.

Nevermind.

As you all know people tend to be very sensitive once things like that happens so I will keep my eyes open, just in case he needs some help (e.g: a cup of tea, a blowjob – ops!, maybe better not, lets stick to a cup of tea for now :-)

Photo of the day:

A model called Kevin, I think he is American, but not sure.

Lenor ad

Just saw the new Lenor ad and loved the guy in bed playing with a pillow.
If one of those stopped on the street and asked me a free blowjob I happily would attend the request.

Client of the day: I went to visit very normal guy, a bit chav for his age (something around 45 but I didn’t dare to ask because he felt very young I think).
But the worst thing was to keep focussed because he wanted Britney Spears as soundtrack.

I have nothing against her, I actually admire her ups and downs, but to try having sex with her singing those very mellow ballads back when she was 15 or 16 is something that put me off easily.
- I love Britney! – He confessed after cumming twice in my chest.
- Really? – wow, I never would tell! – I joked getting ready to go.

May I should start to bring some of my own CD’s once visiting clients? because it could be even worst: If one day I have to fuck someone listening to Celine Dion singing the Titanic theme, ‘My heart will go on’ I will throw up even before the chorus.

Photo of the day: Max Cruz

Slow weekend

It has been a long time since I had a weekend slow like this one.
I’ve got quite a few calls asking the trivial questions (size of cock, location, age and preferences in bed) but none of them turned into real work until very later yesterday.

I was already in bed eating my popcorn when the phone rang. American client, with a thick accent and later I would find that he has another thick thing on him.

As he was based quite closer and after such a day without any work I thought it would be wise to get some money and off I went.

I have no idea why but recently (lets say: past 3 or 4 months) I am having a impressive number of American clients. I don’t think it is something like ‘word-by-mouth’ because for this kind of service they are not so keen to share tips and who they been up to fuck or get fucked.

People share a reliable cleaner, a good hairdresser or babysitter and would even exchange numbers of successfully hired hit man. However when it comes to sex, people just don’t talk about it.
Maybe (now that pound is getting weak against the dollar due the credit crunch) Americans are just discovering the way back to London and its pleasure.
- Where about in America are you from? – I asked to break the ice while getting undressing in a small hotel room.

- How do you know I am American? – he laughed
- The accent, surely – I replied joining him in bed.
- Chicago.
- Chicago? – wow. I’ve heard a lot about this city recently. Well, me and the entire world. The new American president is from Chicago, isn’t him?
- No. Obama is actually from Kenya but he lives in Chicago. So you like politics?

His question was with that tone of someone just very surprised. I didn’t know if he was surprised because I was asking about an American politician or because he thought just because I make a living out of sex I would not be entitled to talk about another form of prostitution: politics.

I thought it would be better to move on from this conversation because he wasn’t paying me to keep talking.
And then, once he pulled out his pants there was a huge penis, kind of monstrosity we don’t get to see every day in Britain, my hands even didn’t close around it because it was as large as a can of beer – and I mean it!.
Luckily he was bottom; otherwise I would be in trouble.

Different forms of pleasure

I am glad the weather got better – even still a bit cold in London. And my phone is still ringing what proves that people can stay indoor even if it bright outside.

Last night I went to see a client in Charing Cross and spent 5 minutes there instead of 1h. It happens sometimes; people get carried away and just blow everything at the beginning. Not sure if it worth to pay an escort to stay in front of him for less than 10min.

Then, on my way back Mr. Carlson called to ask if I could make a quick pit stop at his flat.
Mr. Carlson is an English gentleman, with lots of friends and although we never had sex, I’ve been there around six or seven times already.

Yes, he pays people to watch them having sex with other people – usually his friends because is not everybody that would agree with having a strange watching you to fuck.

Since the first time I went there, I fucked a slim blonde guy, had a blowjob from a 50 years old university professor, sucked a German guy, got fucked by a Turkish guy and wanked another Brit.

There are limits, of course: max two guys per turn is the main one because I don’t want to few overpowered by a group of people wanting to have fun. So far it has worked pretty well and Mr. Carlson friends are rather nice so it helps to enjoy all the way.

Yes, as I said once: people have pleasure in different ways.

Older x younger

Just got a poncho (horrible, but helps) because it is not nice to arrive at client’s house soaked!.
You know, we know: no matter the weather, no matter the time, people who pay someone to visit them expect a high standard.

Yesterday, with London sinking under rain for the whole day I had a client in Holland Park and another in Euston.

It was actually pretty easy job because the tube was working fine so I even didn’t have to spend extra on cabs – also because with the bad weather, London’s traffic became just a big wet shit, with cars and vans queuing up to death!.

- Do you have poppers? - One of the clients asked me even before I get naked.
- Sorry, I don’t do drugs – I replied politely keeping the received money.
- No. Popper is not a drug. It is just a thing!.
- Well, I don’t have this thing then.

I just don’t fancy those chemicals substances.

Probably because I quite have fun with my job and, being Latin, I get turned on very easily, with no need of extra help.

Actually I’ve noticed my young clients are getting into Viagra and chemical more often.
By ‘young’ I mean 30’s something.

When the sex pill first came out, I remember I was living in Brazil and people said it was a sort of medicine for old guys battling sexual problems.
However, working in London as an escort I am amazed that for the past couple of years it is noticeable the large the amount of older guys (50, 60 years old) very s are for sex without any Viagra.

I don’t know the explanation.

Probably those people lead a much healthier lifestyle? or work less? or because some of them are retired they have to worry less about daily challenges as such credit crunch or so?. I don’t know.

And yesterday, once again, I had this experience: a 60 years old French client used each minute of his paid hour with me intensely! Even some clients half of his age didn’t have such energy in bed!

Photo:
Don’t know his name or even the photographer but his is hot, hot, hot.

Latin client: double work

What is wrong with this weather? Now that I just got used to the cold weather, actually is not that cold any more but even worst: wet, wet, wet!

It is good for business but isn’t good for my wardrobe!

Nice client yesterday, going back to Latin America soon so it was great to catch up!
So far he is the only client I have from Latin America and I have to confess: it is weird to have paid sex with someone that speaks your language.
With the clients speaking English is kind of something out of my daily life, doesn’t belong to me so I am there but I am not there – if it makes sense.

But it is very hard work to have sex with someone that knows the dirty words, the mad positions and besides that I am sure everyone heard at least once in a life time how insatiable Latin men!. Literally double work, I should charge him more!

I thought of going out with Doug yesterday because Sundays at home are so depressing, only repeats on TV, even radios seems to slow down the programs.
However Doug got a internet dating and left me behind.

So I ended up at Princes Charles Cinema watching the 9pm session of ‘Men on wire’. I wanted to see it when it was first released but I was working so much that by the time I finished my shift around someone else’s beds and duvets I just wanted to go home and enjoy my own bed and duvet. This is actually a good thing about this Leicester square cheap cinema: if you miss a film, soon after they have the film there anyway.

Picture of the day:
Hotter than hell Kerry Degman.

Spanish Porter

This is what an arse in need can do: yesterday I went to attend a client near Vauxhall. Another passive Brit, and working as a TOP for the whole week was driving me crazy.
As that thing of cruising in bars or saunas does not work for me, I ended up with a Spanish porter, yes the porter that works in the same building where my client lives.

I know. It would sound so much better if I wrote here something like ‘ I just had the must amazing sex with a tall, handsome, rich top guy I just met in Harrods’

However, being honest, we know those things only happen at Sidney Sheldon’s books.
In the real word, people need sex – even those ones in charge of selling it. Therefore instead a presidential suite facing the river, I had a small single room in a garage’s basement facing a wall. That was the porter’s place, full of empty boxes, a little table and a single bed.

Curiously, even it wasn’t my first time visiting that client I didn’t know about the porter’s sexual preference until a couple of weeks ago.

It was by accident.
As usual, I got there late (do you know Brazilians are always a little late?) and went to the main reception.

The porter wasn’t there as usual. I thought he went to get something to eat or help someone.
After 20 minutes waiting (yes, now I was very late!) I decided to get access through the garage by jumping a little wall.
I don’t know what that wall is for because even a 5 years old kid could climb it and have access to the garage downstairs.

Once I was inside the building, I heard some familiar noises coming from a little door at the back of the garage.
Wow! People fucking down here already! – I though childishly.
I didn’t want to disturb and just walked discreetly until I could reach the lift.

On my way, I gave a quick look through the window not closed properly and – bang! - The porter was fucking a Vietnamese guy!.
Well, as I guessed, the porter had a break to eat something. I just didn’t expect it to be Vietnamese take way!.
(to be continued).

New Layout!

New layout thanks to my friend Doug. He was the one to help me to sort out pictures and to use the power point because we do not have Photoshop. Who the hell needs Photoshop anyway?

Today was a real raining day!
I just had a client and he cancelled. Usually I don’t like those last minute cancelation because they are not good to my pocket and besides that it messes up the whole day. However this time it was quite good because I loved to stay in doors for a change, watching crap TV, drinking hot chocolate and sorting out domestic things.

It is the only time I watch TV properly.
We cannot count the amount of hours I have a TV switched on if I am working.

Most of clients do prefer to have radio or TV on while having sex. It doesn’t distract me at all from what I am expected to perform – but indeed it distract me to watch a show, even it is there I just see few images and distorted sounds. After all, people are paying to fuck or get fucked, not to having me around watching a TV program or the 10 o’clock news.

Apparently I was not the only one wanting to stay indoors. I got about 6 calls from clients asking me if I was available to out calls.
- Sorry, not available today.

There are a couple of things I’ve learned so far doing this job:
1 – The winter brings more money because to visit a client costs more
2 – Never say ‘fully booked’ because even thought the clients know you would go around to have fun with anyone willing to pay £100 per hour, they like to think you are kind of ‘exclusive’.

This is the profession where, If you give the idea that you are working too much, clients get scared (of diseases, bad service, etc), and lose the interest (because people do not want to fuck the same guy if they think the poor guy already got fucked by half of London).

Foto: Frank Trapper

Fewer Police?

I am not sure if I just got used with my job escorting people or if in fact we have less police men on the streets.

Once I started, I used to be pretty scared of being stoped and asked where I was going to.
Of course it would not be difficult to just lie and say something such as: I am going to visit a friend or I am going to school.

However they use to ask you to open your bag and by the amount of comdons, lube and sex toys I normaly have in my bag it would be almost impossible to believe that I was really going to visit someone for free.

It would be even harder to believe I was on my way to school even!

Last week I thought I was going to be stoped in London Bridge.

A couple of guys where asking some people to stop and show their travel card.

Soon I realized they actually work for London Underground and were only checking if people had valid tickets in order to travel.

I had!

Orange man!

I went to visit a client near Trafalgar square and to be honest I even didn’t know that they would have houses there. It was funny because I thought it was supposed to be a hotel than, as I turned up at the address it was not!

Nice guy, with a funny smell but in a good way: king of a man smelling orange what I found quite unusual because it was like to fuck a fruit.

He was so white that his skin was that sort of transparent pink which we normaly see only in babies!
And what a tongue!

Picture of the day: Yes, he is Brazilian and yes, he is hot!!!.
Ladies and gentlemen: Rodrigo Tabajara! I had this picture for a while in my laptop and found it by chance again!

Greek, Chinese, Italian

The cliente that day was a Chinese guy that comes to London twice a mounth. Married, two kids and a work that keeps him far from home for at least 20 days a month. I find so crazy those rich people with mad jobs and no time for family!
Luckly he has time for me.

The great thing about Chinese men is that: they are absolutely easy to please and they are very calm. So different from Greek and Italian!!!

I remember last time I had an Italian client I wanted to run away. First of all Italian are rude in bed, and talk a little loud and don’t care if you are having fun or not because they are paying. That is the worst behaviour a client could have. Secondly they love to change positions every 2 minutes!

And so far I didn’t have any Greek client that was happy.
They always have that face as someone that just got bad news or lost their job!
They like to spank while having sex too and I don’t like that because if they leave any marks it can affect my job. And no matter how many times you tell them you are not into those sorts of heavy sex, they always will try it. And try again. Until eventually their time is up and you have just to throw them from bed.

I haven’t got a clue were they come up with that saying about Italian being hot lovers! That research certainly was conducted by an Italian group.

And as per the Greek I am still to hear if they are good in anything at all.

As all clients should be

Amazing client today!!!.
It was good to have someone nice for a change because recently I am geting quite few nasty people. I thing the fatc I have a blog make some of the good people a bit scared and the pervert ones more queen to hire my services. Or maybe it is just coincidence. Who knows?

The client today was near Hyde Park, a business man coming from New York and with such a thick American acent that sometimes it was hard to understand what he was saying.
We had the trivial sex, slow and with lots of foreplay as always it should be.
And when we finish I stayed a little bit longer, chatting and putting my clothes back slowly with no rush. It is not always like that.

Sometimes I have some clients that, by the time I get to their houses, they are already naked and bareky wait me to undress. Those are the one to cum very quickly, but can hurt a bit take up the ass without time to get used to a new cock. Some others cum fast and want more 5 minutes after. And I will tell you what: those are the nightmare of every escort. They simply take ages to cum for the second time and demand all positions you could ever imagine. Needless to say that, by the time they finish with you, your body require some hours off before you face the next customer! This is why I much more prefer the ordinary guys that spends the time paid with me wisely!.

Photo: just got it from a Brazilian website: http://demetrio.nu.uol.com.br. The guy is a tall Brazilian student called Wendel, 21 years old and full of energy!

Back from Paris

Just got back from a short trip to Paris.
Nice client but everytime I go there I come back shitting in my paints as my Visa is a student Visa so I was not supposed to be travelling in and out of the the UK that often. However good money, nice person, nice city so is far too tempting to refuse!

I was there for 3 days.
The first time I went to France I was on holiday. It was back in 2004. Since then I returned 8 times – all of them to work and by that, Yes, I mean: escorting.

I can not complain.
Particularly I don’t know anybody that gets paid £ 2.500 for a weekend in Paris.

Note: Loved this model from Clonezone site. I think he looks even hotter because he looks an ordinary guy, not those Bell Ami plastic barbies.

Doubt cast on 'gay gene'

There is no evidence for the "gay gene", a study claims to have found.

Previous research suggested that male homosexuality is passed on from mother to son.
But the new work, covering more people, aims to show that the particular genetic features implicated are no more common in gay men than would be expected.

So october arrived!

Great week so I didn’t have time to update the blog as often as I would love too.
Besides that some of the fuck definitely don’t worth a post. It is true. If the thing is so plain, straight forward such as: get naked-fuck-get dressed-bye, there is no point to even bother writing about it!

Good news: just got a new laptop so I am on that stage when you get a new machine and you want to explore it as much as possible! So watch this space because I will be posting more often for the next few days at least.

By the way: loved the photo above. Have no idea who the hell is that but who cares?

8 minutes!

Nice client near Waterloo again.
It is a nice area so I like going there.
It can be dangerous as well as they have some council states near by with some yobs, but I just carry on if I see them messing up the streets.

Very normal plain sex, the sort of guy that actually just wanted a relief and bye. No tips, no talking, no interaction. It lasted exactly 8 minutes.

He was so polite that was a bit annoying. You know: those people that open all doors, leave the shoes by the door before walking into the house and washes the hands twice before taking his clothes off.
That was a quick one indeed!

Suddenly loving Brad

I suddenly started to love Brad Pitt!. No Angelina, don’t you worry because I have no plans of dating a guy with so many kids and that used work dressed as a chicken in the past – it would so much damage my CV!.

However it was very cool of him to donate $100,000 to fight a November referendum before California voters that would overturn a state Supreme Court decision legalising same-sex marriage.

I don’t know why, but California is one of a number of US states where voters are asked directly to decide on a number of issues via ballot propositions.

Announcing his donation to fight Prop 8, Pitt said that ‘Because no one has the right to deny another their life, even though they disagree with it, because everyone has the right to live the life they so desire if it doesn't harm another and because discrimination has no place in America, my vote will be for equality and against Proposition 8’.
Inst he cute?

Credit crunch

This has been a quite unusual week because everything seems to be going mad in London, with banks merging, people losing jobs and clients a bit scared.

Sex is good, but is a sort of luxury to afford a escort there days when people don’t know if they will still be working tomorrow so the canary Wharf thing kind of affected a bit the beginning of the week.

A client cancelled.
Another one said he would have fun just once a month now.
And I had Mr. Reilly that will move from canary Wharf to Kilburn, what a change.
He is a very good guy, working into finance. So good that actually he lost his job on Friday afternoon and by Tuesday he was starting at a new one. Of course because of the crises he got a job paying less so its why he is moving from the bright river side to a dodge area.
- Instead of paying bucks of money to keep living there and have to cut my fun, I will have a much more modest accommodation, but at least keep my life style.

I liked that capacity to think clear even when things are not going well. Sometimes we just cannot be that practical.

I like Mr. Reilly because he is always trying to create new things, buying new toys and increasing the sexual performance. And he is not bad looking at all. I am always surprised why the hell he is still single. Must be something wrong with him.

Just right

Another normal client what sometimes is quite good you know?
I don’t mind to have normal sex time to time just to not lose track of the reality.

However the thing is: people don’t usually pay for normal stuff, they want fantasies to come true, they want things that, as I’ve said before, their partners refuse to do in bed, gardens, lifts, cars, etc.

That’s why they need me.
Today’s client, in Caledonian Rd was just great!!!.
Nice smell, nice arms. Cock not too big – also not too small because small penis is a nightmare.
The condom keep slipping off and also you get lots of air inside your arse. At the end of it your belly is bigger than it should be and you feel a little wind. Not good if you have another client straight afterwards but again you can’t ask clients over the phone about the sizes of their dicks and just say no to the ones you seem not to want.

We’ve got to be professional.

Yellow poncho

Funny client.
Just wanted a massage and to be sucked.

Yes, but it had to be in the garden.
Fucking hell. It was raining, it was wet all over the place and that poor guy wanted to have fun outdoor?

He gave me a yellow poncho and I did my job.
He was so pleased!!!.
I recon not a lot of escorts would be happy to stand in the rain in order to work however I was using that ugly poncho and feeling OK.

Got my money with £30 quids on top of that. Not too bad.

Early shift: cum!

Weird client to start the day.
First I hated the booked time: 7.30am. However he said he was going to the airport so he wanted to have some fun before leave London.
Once I got there he was already prepared to leave with bags in the front room.
- Can we fuck here? – He asked
- Here where? – I asked back because the only thing I was seeing was a messy lounge with a couple of very big luggage. No sofa. No bed. Not even a mattress.
- I want to have sex over those luggage here. I will not get my clothes off.

So another crazy person. Who the hell would be turned on by fucking someone at a pair of luggage?
I do not discuss clients fantasies unless they are not in accord with the rules, what means: no children, no sharp objects and no animals. The rest is pretty much acceptable, with moderation.
Once he got his dick out it was a quite good size, but with a funny head. I sucked it as much as I could trying to make him to cum so I would not have to get fucked. That is a very good technique: surprising the client with a warm tongue so he may will finish long before he was thinking of.

He didn’t cum.
Instead, he started to check out my anus. I just hate so much people fingering my ass. I don’t know where the hell people put their hands and some of them have dirt nails. I used to let people play a bit to start but as soon as they start wanting shove 2 or 3 fingers inside my arsewhole and stretch it, that is the time when I politely suggest another position and get my bum out of their hands.

He seemed to get the message and we moved on to a ride.
It is much better when the client let you ride him because at least you keep control of how much cock you will have inside you at a time. It is why dog style is not good when you are getting fucked per money. It is more difficult to control a guy from behind if you are on your knees.

I must have done my job very well because only 15 minutes riding his cock with no changes of positions and he said he wanted to cum already. Great!
- Can I cum on your mouth?
- No I said politely. Even the most stupid question I will reply with elegance. It has to be that way because they client doesn’t know your limits and restrictions unless they ask.
- What about face?
- Sorry, too messy. Chest maybe?
He didn’t seem to appreciate the idea as much as I. However is not because someone pays me that I will let him to do everything.
- Ok, how much more do you want to swallow?.
That is another thing I just don’t do: eat cum. Even from previous boyfriends it always will be a no, no.
- Sorry, I don’t do that.
- Ok. I give you £20 quids to spunk over your face.
- That is very little – I replied with him sitting on my chest and point to my chin a cock full of veins and about to explode!
- £30? Come on, I can’t hold this much longer.
- £50.
- You like money don’t you? Per £50 you should do a little of an effort.
- £50 or no deal.
- Ok, Ok! £50 fucking pounds then! – and as soon as he finish the sentence I felt a hot sperm covering half of my face and running down my neck.

His load was not so much but because he was messing with his dick on my face I almost have it even in my eyes. Disgusting.
He was very happy once he finished. I was looking a wax doll melting. There was cum even next to my ear.

It is not easy being a bottom

There are good clients and nasty clients.
Today I had to put up with the second option. Again!
I just came back from a boring Swedish guy, at his 40’s, that sounded very nice over the phone when we first spoke.

However once I got there he barely spoke to me. Just handed me the money, showed me the bed, asked me to get naked and to spread my legs.

I am not saying that, by being a prostitute, I am expecting people to be sweet all the time. But I can’t stop felling bad every time I have to get fucked by guys like this one.
They really behave as if they were sticking their dicks into an inflatable doll. It’s extremely uncomfortable and seems to take ages until they finish with you.

Being bottom is such a responsibility and hard job. You have to make sure you are clean so much long before you get to your working place, there are all that procedure of putting things up to your arse until it doesn’t show any remains of shit. It can take up to 20 minutes of preparation so once we get to bed we are already tired and swollen.

My client today didn’t care about nothing of that.
Once he was relieved, I just heard a quick thank you, like we would say to someone after asking what time is it. And that was all.

I put my clothes back after wipe the lube running from my ass and said a polite ‘bye’.
I even don’t know if he replied to it actually because I left his flat as soon as I could!
And what a relief once I got outside, feeling the wind, feeling alive!

Contortionist in bed?

Just went to see a client at Wembley.

Long way to go but it worth every time I got there: the guy rocks!.

At first you would not give a shit for him, just a normal guy, a bit hairy and starting to get a bit bald.
However as soon as he starts to work with his tongue up to my ass it is just hallucinating!
And he knows every single position you could imagine, surely a result of years wanking in front porn DVD’s!.

I think one of his big qualities is to be able to listen.

He always asks if I am enjoying it and if I say no, he manages to change the position and creating something else. As I know he likes me with legs up or any other position facing him I try to go this way. Some of the position can be very tiring.

That is the thing with my work: guys want to do things they’ve seen in movies and that their wives or partners are not up to try at home. Some of the positions also demand a fucking physical effort. Definitely is not all only about bending over or lying down to make easy money.

Some of clients however certainly think I come from a circus or used to be a contortionist in my previous life. I had a guy asking me to face him with my legs behind my ears.
- What? – I replied having a laugh. behind my ears?
- Yes, I like to see where I am putting my cock. That way you arsewhole stay up and visible to get fucked - he suggested.
- No way. It is virtually impossible, I will break my neck!
- Let’s try, and we stop as soon as it gets very hard.

We tried and it was one of the most irritating positions I had to go through to please a client.

Don’t try it at home.

Your back will hurt, your ribs will hurt, your neck will hurt and of course your ass will hurt a lot because the position allows the son of a bitch to put it very deep, and because everything else is hurting already you don’t want to move to avoid any other part of your body to be hurting later as well.

Even worst: some guys want you to stretch to the point that you will be almost be eating your own cock while they spread your arse.

There are people that love it, just to watch the bottom guy’s face while being hardly fucked. I tell you: is not as fun for the bottom as it may be for the top!

Little radio on

Married clients are the best ones.
They are discreet, and it include not screaming too much while fucking.

I think it is horrible to have someone too noise!. Sex is not a pub or a concert where you have to shout in order to people be able to hear you.

Besides that, in London all the wall are pretty tinny so there is always a chance of your neighbour be right there listening to your sex session.

In my case it used to be even more complicated because I didn’t have money so my first few clients I had to attend at my shared flat with my little radio turned on to try covering any possible revealing noise coming from my room.

Of course most of the time I tried to persuade the guy to visit him instead of having him coming over. It didn’t work well with the married ones though and always I ended up with the little radio on and my bed banging the wall.

A big 'tip'

At my last day at MacDonalds, a short fat guy asked me a happy meal, one of those small portions designed for kids and that comes with a juice + a tinny burger + a soft drink and a toy, usually from Walt Disney. It was £ 1.99. He gave £20 and said I could keep the change. It was a kind of shock because before that no one else had give me anything there, just worthless few cents.

I said thank you and he asked me if I would like to visit him later, at his flat.
I was even more shocked now. He noticed I was just speechless and that the queue behind him was growing up so we would not be able to carry on this conversation for long. So he gave me his card and asked me to text him after work.

I thought it would be pretty rude not to say at least thank you properly because £18.01 tip was a very good incentive. He was far away from my type (tall fit guys), so I really didn’t think of anything else apart from being nice to him.

5 minutes after I sent him a text message he called me and said he would be very happy to pick me up from any place I were.
I said ‘No, thanks’. Why the hell would I want to hook up with someone that had any appeal to me?

So then it came the offer: what about a little bit extra of money? I give you £40 to suck you cock.
It was more than I was getting paid to work 6 hours behind a fucking counter getting orders from people without money and just able to eat sandwich.
I didn’t have to think too much because straight away he raised the offer to £50.
I like that and agreed, with the condition: no sex, only sucking and I would not have to suck his cock.
He didn’t like the demands, but said he would accept anyway.

So, later that day, after a very long day, I was by the Thames, near Waterloo being sucked and with a beautiful view of London through an amazing big window.

I didn’t cum. Even he asked. I just didn’t feel doing it, even I tried.
Once we finished, he gave me the money and asked if I knew how to get back home.

I never saw this guy again. He didn’t call me for the next couple of days and one week later I lost my mobile and replaced it with another one with a cheaper contract, leaving the old number also behind. As I didn’t know a lot of people back then it didn’t make much difference at all.

Frying potatoes

Chapter 2
London is one of the most expensive cities around the world and when I first got here I was wondering how to make money to afford at least my weekly rent and a travel card.
Sooner I found that I would have to share a house with 6 others foreign students and get a job at Mac Donalds or as a kitchen porter at a small restaurant.

Not so much appealing but those where the options and eventually I ended up living with 4 people in a 1 bedroom flat just off Maida Vale.

It was easy to reach Central London and, even most of time we would have fights regarding how to split the bills and queuing up to use the toilet, it was also great fun to know more about Vietnam culture through a lovely girl called Soya, to cock paeja with the hot Spanish boy Luciano, to part at Heaven on Mondays with crazy Brazilian Lesbian Diana and to share the lounge with Cristiano, a Venezuelan guy with 10 girlfriends.

We didn’t have a communal area a part from the kitchen as the lounge was converted into a second room so we could accommodate all four of us in that little one bedroom flat above a Abbey Branch.

Cristian wasn’t only popular with girls. Every time we went to cheap night clubs, he was the one to be chatted up by gay guys. The choice of clubs were purely by the following:
1) free entrance;
2) cheap drinks;
3) mixed crowd to suit a lesbian, a gay and straights.

Soya was finishing a master in London and looking forward to go back to Vietnam 5 months later. Luciano and Diana worked at a Pret-A-Manger and I was serving ‘Happy meals’ and ‘Big Macs’ near Holborn tube station.

Cristian with his perfect Latin toned body was the most successful among us.
He was working twice a week as a stripper for a gay club and making the same amount of money that used to take me whole week to make. And having much more fun than frying potatoes with an Indian manager telling you to do it quicker, quicker, quicker – and boring teenagers with pocket money screaming at you for not understanding their slag words and tasteless Estate Council racist jokes!

It was not hard to realize that I would not remain there for much long than 1 week.

The first client

Chapter 1.
The first time I’ve rented my body to make quick cash I was 12 years old.
And before you raise your eyebrow worried it may was any sort of abuse by an adult, I have to say it: wasn’t.

The ugliest boy at school wanted to impress the crowd and shock the whole class. First because people do not expect to see a couple of boys kissing at the corridor. Secondly because as I said: he was ugly.

I knew I could not do it cheaper!.
After all it would affect my teenage image quite badly and when you are 12 you care a lot about what people will thing about you. It was mainly the reason that got Aaron to pay me £10 to snogging.

It all went very well.
But it was that back there.

If someone had told me that 12 years later I would be in London selling a bit more than just a snnog, certainly I would not to believe.
I still don’t.