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.