HOOK: E-zine By, For, and About Men in the Sex Industry

Well this week is looking to be a busy week of all out of town guys. It's Monday and my first one is in a town nearby at a hotel. I know that this guy is into some kinky stuff, and we have already discussed my limits on things but sounds like it will be an easy call. I get there, and at this point, I am pretty much over being nervous about meeting someone new. Thankfully, that's not to much of an issue tonight. When I knock on the door, the client answers, and he isn't that bad looking. Within moments my pants are on the ground, were in bed, and I'm blowing him.

I hate calls like these. They are so impersonal and cold, and really remind me what it is that I do. I am in such a position that I can't see the clock. I normally don't even worry about that, but this is one of those calls that feels like an 8-hour workday. The whole time I'm sitting there thinking what a freak this guy is. I am very open minded, but guys like this just have no respect for a person, in general. Finally, he says, that an hour is up and that I had quoted him for and hour and a half. He only wants me to continue if I will swallow his load which I tell him that I don't do. Instead, we just talk for a half hour and get to know each other a little bit. He was a nice guy, after all. So, we finish up, take care of things, and off I go. This is one that I make the note not to see again. These calls leave me feeling so dirty, like I am some stupid kid, who is only good for a roll in the hay.

I'm headed to another hotel. It's 10:00 at night, and so, it will be somewhat of a late night for me. This guy wants to see me for 2 hours. I get there, and he meets me at a side door to let me in the hotel. We go to his room. He's probably mid-40's and not that bad looking. I like older guys to begin with, which makes this industry much easier. We get to the room, and I can tell that he's nervous. Very shortly, he gets into it, and he seems to loosen up some. I like guys that are a little timid. They like to spend more time talking and getting to know one another, which makes things easier on both ends. So, after about an hour of talking, we head to the bedroom, get undressed, and crawl into bed. He has a decent build and hairy chest, which I love. He's a really good kisser, as well. I start to go down on him and he goes crazy. Then, he flips me over, and rims me forever. I love it when a guy does that, and he did it so well. Calls like these, I enjoy. He's married, and I find that married men have a characteristic about them in the bed that really turns me on. After a bit more foreplay, I grab my condoms and slide onto him. He wants me to ride him, which is how I always like to start off, so that I can control things. We start getting into it, and I'm riding him as hard as I can. In my mind, I have a scenario in which he iis my coach and I'm his student. We've ended up here in the bedroom going at it. It makes me cum real quick. We both blow our loads at the same time.

Then we just lay and cuddle for a bit. I get up, clean myself, and get ready to go. He just lays in bed. I can tell that he's nervous as we went over 30 minutes. He probably doesn't have more cash since he just left it laying out. I don't mind though, and I don't say a thing about it. So I give him a kiss goodbye and head back home. I think it's so funny how some clients put so much control into the escort's hands. Like this guy, when I could tell that he was nervous about going over the time, I knew that in a way he was afraid of me or something. A lot of guys would be real quick to ask for more money. I'm just not like that, especially when the client is nice and has some class about the whole thing.

My call for this evening seems to be an interesting one. Since he first emailed me, we have yet to talk about anything sexual. He simply wants me to show him around the town for a few hours. I assume that he's nervous about talking about sex, and wants to just wait until I arrive. Unfortunately, it's been pouring down rain all day. So I get to his hotel early evening, and go to his room. It's another handsome one! He's mid-30's and very cute. He tells me that he is going to have to go to dinner with a client, and probably can't get out of it, so he wants to cut our meeting short.

We head out. I drive him around town and show him all the typical stuff. Then, he wants to go get drinks. We go to this little pub and grill real close to where he is staying. We chat and get to know each other over a few drinks and some nachos. He's so masculine and so nice. At this point, I'm getting horny myself and hoping that we will end up in the sack. I'm thinking to myself, this man doesn't know what he's in for! I can't help but wonder why a guy would just want to hire me to show him around town and nothing else. I kind of thought that was his way of getting out of things if he didn't like me, but he has been so flirtsy with me. I guess this is just one of those really cool calls. So, its time to go, and after he tips the waiter a very handsome tip, we head out. We go back to his hotel, and I pull up to the front door. We give each other a hug and a kiss, and say our good-byes. My god, this is when I just love this profession!

Tonight will be a long night. I have an overnight with a regular client. He's a very sweet man, and is much more interested in just spending time with me than just what I'm like in bed. That's always refreshing. I get there, and he's rented a very nice suite and brought me dinner. So, we chat, watch TV, and cuddle for the longest time. I've only seen him a few times, and he likes to really talk. I feel "on guard" as to what I can let him know and what I can't. Other than that, it's pretty laid back. I can tell with this guy that he has the potential to turn into one of those obsessive clients. He is married, though, which is a good safeguard. He is so into me. It's the same feeling when you start to really fall for someone and you feel so singled out in the world of men. I feel the same way with this guy. I can't believe how much he likes me, and what he thinks of me. I don't have low self-esteem, but it can just be such an overwhelming feeling when one feels this way about you. I hate for him that I don't have the same feelings in return, but luckily he understands that, while it is fun, I am there because he hired me to be.

Eventually, we head to the bedroom, get ready for sleep, and crawl into bed. He's real vanilla, and I'm the only guy he has been with. So, he's really just learning the ropes. He gives me a blowjob forever. He isn't that bad at it, but I can rarely cum from blowjobs. At one point, I try to get myself off so I can blow my load on him like he wants, but he does this whole thing that right when I get ready to cum, he wants to do something different or suck my dick some more. It gets frustrating. After awhile, I cum, and we're so tired that we go to sleep. About 3 in the morning, I get woken up, and he wants to go at it again. I was right in the middle of a wild dream, so it takes a while to wake up and get in the mood. He wants to fuck me, but he cant keep it up after I put the condom on, which is frustrating. This is the one part about an overnight that I hate: getting woken up at some god awful hour and having to perform. I, of course, don't let him know that I feel this way though. Eventually, I end up just giving him a blowjob, he cums, and we go back to sleep. The next morning, we have some coffee, take care of things, and go our separate ways. I look forward to seeing him again, as he is a nice guy. I always have this certain feeling the next day after an overnight, almost like a hangover. Usually they involve not sleeping well, and having to be "on" for several hours. But none the less, I still love to do them.

Yet another out-of-towner tonight. This must be a trend this week. This guy was nice enough to send me his pic in advance and tell me all about himself. He, too, wants to do a little site-seeing and have some drinks. I get to the hotel. We meet in the lobby and head out. It's about 9:30 on Friday night. Everywhere is packed, so we just go back to the hotel bar and chat and have a couple of drinks. He's really a handsome guy and very interesting. We seem to have a lot in common, which makes for good conversation. After awhile, we head up to the room, get undressed, and start cuddling. He's a great kisser and has good breath (always a plus!).

I lay him on his back and start going down on him. He loves it. He pulls a bottle of rush out. I usually don't like it because it gives me a headache, but I take a whiff anyways and just devour his cock. He tells me to stop after a minute because he's going to cum, and then, he cums. He was totally cool with it and wanted to keep going. Then, he got too relaxed. He told me he hasn't cum from a blowjob since his twenties. Who knows? Maybe, he hasn't, so I'ill believe him since its a flattering compliment. We chat some, and then, once again, I'm out the door and back home.

Finally, the weekend has arrived,. Only a couple of more knocks on doors and the week will be over. My appointment tonight is with another regular. He is very sweet, as well. He is a great host. We usually will sit on the couch, cuddle, watch TV, and talk for an hour before going to the bedroom. Tonight, I'm in a good mood, and this is a very predictable evening. Those can be good, but i've tried everything to liven things up with this guy. Mostly, I fear him growing tired of me, but he always says he's happy with the same thing, so that works for me! We start kissing and doing the general foreplay. He does a great job working on my balls, and he has a very nice dick that's great for sucking. I really do have fun with this guy, but when things are so routine, it really is rather boring. Again, I don't complain. I consider clients like these as "bread and butter." You can almost predict when you will hear from them for an appointment. We finish up with me blowing my load on him, him cumming, and then more cuddling. Then, the usual cleaning up and heading home. He always tips, which makes the night even better!

One more knock on a hotel door, and I'll be done! I really only like going on one or two calls a day just to stay sane! I call the guy in the afternoon once he's in town. We've chatted some on email, and I really have gotten a strange vibe from him. The problem is that it's all I have going for the day so far. So, I decided to talk to him on the phone at least. I call him up, and within minutes, he's questioning my rates. I so bad want to say you're the first person in god knows when who has haggled my prices. Go downtown and pick up a cokehead. There's one thing I hate: cheap people. They are the ones who will complain about something after they have already beaten you down on the price. I let him know my rates and that there is no budging. He then begins to ask me about what I will do. At this point, I am assuming it's a cop or a very ignorant client. When I email people, I do it in such a way that money or sex should never have to be discussed. So, when someone does start to mention either, it's a big red flag for me. So things end up with my telling him that we probably wouldn't be suitable for each other and suggesting some local video stores, clubs, and papers where he could find a hook up or another escort. Looks like I'll be taking the evening off tonight, which is fine by me. I can start catching up on life in general, and money isn't worth having to put with rude inconsiderate people. Even for an hour.