"i saw one of your clients today," The Elk said over dinner in the pub
"oh really. which one?"
"John. tall guy. lives way out in..."
"ugh! how is old John?"
Elk smiled. holding back laughter while he pushed his steak around the plate, "well, he's alright. but he sure hates you."
"thank fuck. that tedious annoying cunt..."
i first heard from John when i was still living out in the Yarra Valley. i had just been dumped 3 days earlier and thought "fuck it!" i needed to recover some of the money i blew moving here. the ex packs it in after 3 weeks, so i'm went back on the game within 3 days. i put my ads back up and scored work immediately. i still had a fair bit of anger and frustration looming so when i got an email from a a self-confessed hungry cocksucker that likes to be dominated it sounded perfect
he's quite courteous. up front about what he wants, which is great so i'll know what i need to do and since we're both travelling both an hour each way to meet he extends for a 2 hour booking and i'm generous to give him above the normal discount for 2 hours because he's well organised and i just want to get away from my tantrum-throwing ex
i ride in from the sticks and meet him at the classy Kingsgate Hotel. it's a budget hotel in the city. it's actually fine. i would prefer a pay by the hour establishment to really get the sleazy feeling going, but i don't think those places don't exist around these parts no more.
i meet him in the hotel room. he's a nice enough guy. about 6'5" with a fit and well-aged body. i soon find out very well aged. he looked like he was in his mid 40s, but he's actually in his early 60s. he hands me a beer as i walk in the room and directs me to the chair. i sit and drink and talk for a bit. i turned up busting to piss (like he requested), but after a long chat he wanted to get straight to the cocksucking. who could blame him, really :) so i try to kick back with a gut full of piss while he buries his face in every sweaty hairy crack of my body sucking him deep breaths. he works his way from my balls to my cock. after some teasing and chewing of the foreskin, he shoves his mouth on my cock down to the base. he knows what he's doing. i'm going to enjoy this
we try a few positions, eventually him laying down with his head off the edge of the bed. i spit in his mouth, wrap my hands around his throat and fuck his face until i blow my load in his mouth. he cleans me up like a good little cocksucker
"you need to piss?"
"uh," still catching my breath, "yeah. in a minute" i go to sit, but he leaps up straight to the bathroom to watch me piss. i go to the bathroom and try... and try.... and try... and turn on the tap. he's looking up at me with the expectations and pulling his dick and i just can't go.
it's tough to tell people but piss sex ain't all that easy. if you got a boner, the supply of piss is cut off by the pubococcygeus muscle. i imagine this stage of evolution was a result of many centuries of cavewomen getting annoyed at all the neanderthal men pissing inside their v-jay-jay. but every damn fag who shoves a yellow hanky in his back pocket sees it in a german porno and thinks you can have a raging boner and be able to piss at the drop of a hat (or at the drop of a prolapsing asshole, but that usually happens at the end of the scene). it's even more difficult after you've blown your own load.
some people have no problems. i usually don't, but sometimes i do. at least this gave us something to do next time
next time happened a month later when i got back from Sydney. i had started work in the brewery and the vineyard but still felt i had too much time to sit around thinking about how everything went wrong. i saw John again. this time we would do the sex, then the piss, then the money shot. with a little struggle, it worked.
John used to be an escort himself. so he referred me to an old client of his. more about him later. it was nice to get referred to other clients. he helped out a lot. also, when i was out of town or working and unable to meet him. i referred a friend to him, Jack. after 2 sessions that no longer worked out for them both
***
john soon became a weekly thing, sometime twice weekly. then the texts messages started to get out of control.
"remember be rough. be dominate. i like a man who takes control"
"wear your filthiest jocks. get them dirty for me"
"can you piss a little in them for me before you turn."
"drink a litre of water before you turn up. i want your piss."
really? drink water? thanks for the tip i never knew drinking liquids and pissing was connected. all that was fine. but this is what we had been doing all along. it's not like i forgot in the last 5 days what scene he wants to get into. i soon learned to ignore the barrage of texts and wait until the finished (or he was done jerking off) before i would reply "yep", "of course" and "consider it done"
this soon carried over into the sessions. sit here. do this. spit in my mouth. sit on my face. stand over here. NOW stand over here. now do this. right hand - yellow. left foot, blue. right foot, green. now! NOW! NOW!!!
I said `Step pause turn pause pivot step step' not `Step pause turn pause pivot step pause'!
no one likes a bossy bottom. no one.
in a hook up situation if someone describes themselves as a power bottom all i can think of his this guy is gonna be a headache. John had become more comfortable in the situation and he now as he stand before the buffet, not only does he want all you can eat, but he wants to eat it all, NOW!
i'm the dominant top. that's what he wants. so as the bottom he should shut the fuck up and get what he's given. it's not like i've never done this before. i grew out of my training boots years ago. i have no problem taking direction, but when it's rushed and every two minutes you are changing positions. it becomes more like a sticky game of twister. in a 2 hour session you will quickly run out of positions. repitition is tedious. this is not hot sex. this aerobic circuit training.
***
after a few sessions we would take a break half way and go to the bar around the corner. have a few beers to fill my bladder up. then go back to the room and finish. while in the bat we would chat for a bit, but after the second i time i felt he was not chatting and just being nosey, then critical, then patronising. so i kept him at a distance. a couple of times he did not get the hint and he would press on a personal subject and i had to tell him that is none of your business. i just fed him crap about myself that didn't hurt anyone knowing should he turn. as i was soon to find out he quickly turned on my friend that i referred to him.
"you know Jack is not a top. he's a bottom. do you believe that story with the police? i don't. how well do you know him? Jack is also not what he appears to be... he's not a very good top."
remember, a bit of white noise can block all that out. i'm sorry it didn't work out. don't start bitching to me about my friends. it's been 3 months. let it go
the more beers i had. the shorter my temper. the faster he annoyed me. the rougher i became. the more he enjoyed the sessions
soon i was leaving the sessions cashed up but angry
***
i had been living in Melbourne proper for sometime now. i had been a while since i had spoken to my friend Jack that i referred to John. john had asked him to fuck his boyfriend, not to tell him he's an escort and he will pay him later. Jack fucked the boyfriend, John never paid up. yes it is not wise to work and receive payment after, but my friend is not an escort. he has never done it before. Jack is just a hot man who needed some cash and i wanted to help him. he told me he had started to receive angry texts from John saying "you're terrible! i don't owe you money! you're not worth paying for! you're not even that good looking."
totally not true. Jack is one damn sexy man
it was from this point that i thought it was best to keep John at a distance. the relationship had started to sour. the sessions i had stopped looking forward to and even started to hate. he was more probing with personal questions. more critical. more demanding in the sessions. more piss. wanting me to cum twice in a session. wanting more and more and extra time without paying anymore than our initial rate months ago. he'd point out that he had introduced me to another client. provided information about studying and courses. implying that i must be making tonnes of cash therefore i should give him a little extra. we've known each other a while now he would like to fuck me and even nagging to bareback me
he was becoming work
"oh, poor you," you are thinking, "oh you have to WORK like the rest of us. welcome to the real world!"
he was too much work. he was a headache. he was agony! in a professional situation, you would drop his as a client because you're no longer suited to his needs. however, in my situation, i don't live in the real world! if i wanted to live in the real world i would get a normal job! i did for years! i hated it more!
so i started to withdraw. being such a bad liar. i can't hide my distaste for someone. i barely spoke during the sessions now
"you're are such a bad communicator. it takes you so long to respond."
"sometimes i can't. i'm busy. sorry i can't respond to a text while riding a motorbike. as well as it not being physically possible, i'm sure it's illegal. sometimes there's no point. you change appointment days and times over and over in the space on an hour."
"i'm a busy man."
"so am i. check your schedule. choose a time. then contact me"
the booking of appointments would get annoying. every 5 minutes i'd get an sms
"are you available friday?"
"make that monday?"
"forget that i had tradesmen on monday. wednesday?"
the final day was another pestering
"1pm"
"12:45"
"change that. 12:45"
"forget all that. make it 1pm"
really? you will travel an hour to the hotel, and then you're scrapping over 15 minutes each way several days in advance. then 3 hours before the booking:
"can we make it 1:45?"
"you okay for 1:45?"
"you up yep?" at 11am, implying a lazy hooker who sleeps all day, "i will be there at 1:45"
think ahead. check your schedule. make an appointment. stick to it
i couldn't change my plans that day again to suit him again . the over-texting. the nagging. everything had become too much. i told him i could not make it. he exploded. the next day i was working and he assumed i ignored more of hims texts when i didn't even have my phone in front of me
later that night i got this email
it's unfortunate when you break up with a client. it becomes that. a messy break up. things you said are taken out of context (re: victorians being unfriendly), impersonal and not taking an interest? apart from he was boring, yet rambled on. i remembered all his stories involving his mother, over-sexually active father, his partner, their trips to Sydney, the hook-ups he was having and the bareback sex he was having outside of his relationship and not telling his partner, the plans for his new house, the bike he used to ride and the accident that fucked his shoulder. we discussed these things often, sometimes two or three times because he would see so many escorts and masseurs (in between complaining to me about them) he would forget who he told his stories to.
i always prepare. i was always ready to piss. but when that bossy bottom is ordering you about and you're struggling to maintain a boner while fighting the urge the kick his fucking teeth and then have to piss. if you don't like what i do, take your business elsewhere. clearly, i was so bad that he had to see, on average, once a week for 6 months.
it needed to end. it's over now. you notice when a client gets attached and you try to shake them loose the best way you can, either directly, indirectly or making yourself unavailable or undesirable. either way, they take it personally. there is not much you can do when someone else blurs the line in the escort/client relationship. it is tricky when it seems like the job is just dirty piss-soaked face-raping fun but really so much of it is actual companionship
i was happy for The Elk to be seeing him now. reckon it'll toughen the boy up!
you won't be hearing from me again. a week after dinner with Elk i got this message
"oh really. which one?"
"John. tall guy. lives way out in..."
"ugh! how is old John?"
Elk smiled. holding back laughter while he pushed his steak around the plate, "well, he's alright. but he sure hates you."
"thank fuck. that tedious annoying cunt..."
i first heard from John when i was still living out in the Yarra Valley. i had just been dumped 3 days earlier and thought "fuck it!" i needed to recover some of the money i blew moving here. the ex packs it in after 3 weeks, so i'm went back on the game within 3 days. i put my ads back up and scored work immediately. i still had a fair bit of anger and frustration looming so when i got an email from a a self-confessed hungry cocksucker that likes to be dominated it sounded perfect
he's quite courteous. up front about what he wants, which is great so i'll know what i need to do and since we're both travelling both an hour each way to meet he extends for a 2 hour booking and i'm generous to give him above the normal discount for 2 hours because he's well organised and i just want to get away from my tantrum-throwing ex
i ride in from the sticks and meet him at the classy Kingsgate Hotel. it's a budget hotel in the city. it's actually fine. i would prefer a pay by the hour establishment to really get the sleazy feeling going, but i don't think those places don't exist around these parts no more.
i meet him in the hotel room. he's a nice enough guy. about 6'5" with a fit and well-aged body. i soon find out very well aged. he looked like he was in his mid 40s, but he's actually in his early 60s. he hands me a beer as i walk in the room and directs me to the chair. i sit and drink and talk for a bit. i turned up busting to piss (like he requested), but after a long chat he wanted to get straight to the cocksucking. who could blame him, really :) so i try to kick back with a gut full of piss while he buries his face in every sweaty hairy crack of my body sucking him deep breaths. he works his way from my balls to my cock. after some teasing and chewing of the foreskin, he shoves his mouth on my cock down to the base. he knows what he's doing. i'm going to enjoy this
we try a few positions, eventually him laying down with his head off the edge of the bed. i spit in his mouth, wrap my hands around his throat and fuck his face until i blow my load in his mouth. he cleans me up like a good little cocksucker
"you need to piss?"
"uh," still catching my breath, "yeah. in a minute" i go to sit, but he leaps up straight to the bathroom to watch me piss. i go to the bathroom and try... and try.... and try... and turn on the tap. he's looking up at me with the expectations and pulling his dick and i just can't go.
it's tough to tell people but piss sex ain't all that easy. if you got a boner, the supply of piss is cut off by the pubococcygeus muscle. i imagine this stage of evolution was a result of many centuries of cavewomen getting annoyed at all the neanderthal men pissing inside their v-jay-jay. but every damn fag who shoves a yellow hanky in his back pocket sees it in a german porno and thinks you can have a raging boner and be able to piss at the drop of a hat (or at the drop of a prolapsing asshole, but that usually happens at the end of the scene). it's even more difficult after you've blown your own load.
some people have no problems. i usually don't, but sometimes i do. at least this gave us something to do next time
next time happened a month later when i got back from Sydney. i had started work in the brewery and the vineyard but still felt i had too much time to sit around thinking about how everything went wrong. i saw John again. this time we would do the sex, then the piss, then the money shot. with a little struggle, it worked.
John used to be an escort himself. so he referred me to an old client of his. more about him later. it was nice to get referred to other clients. he helped out a lot. also, when i was out of town or working and unable to meet him. i referred a friend to him, Jack. after 2 sessions that no longer worked out for them both
***
john soon became a weekly thing, sometime twice weekly. then the texts messages started to get out of control.
"remember be rough. be dominate. i like a man who takes control"
"wear your filthiest jocks. get them dirty for me"
"can you piss a little in them for me before you turn."
"drink a litre of water before you turn up. i want your piss."
really? drink water? thanks for the tip i never knew drinking liquids and pissing was connected. all that was fine. but this is what we had been doing all along. it's not like i forgot in the last 5 days what scene he wants to get into. i soon learned to ignore the barrage of texts and wait until the finished (or he was done jerking off) before i would reply "yep", "of course" and "consider it done"
this soon carried over into the sessions. sit here. do this. spit in my mouth. sit on my face. stand over here. NOW stand over here. now do this. right hand - yellow. left foot, blue. right foot, green. now! NOW! NOW!!!
I said `Step pause turn pause pivot step step' not `Step pause turn pause pivot step pause'!
no one likes a bossy bottom. no one.
in a hook up situation if someone describes themselves as a power bottom all i can think of his this guy is gonna be a headache. John had become more comfortable in the situation and he now as he stand before the buffet, not only does he want all you can eat, but he wants to eat it all, NOW!
i'm the dominant top. that's what he wants. so as the bottom he should shut the fuck up and get what he's given. it's not like i've never done this before. i grew out of my training boots years ago. i have no problem taking direction, but when it's rushed and every two minutes you are changing positions. it becomes more like a sticky game of twister. in a 2 hour session you will quickly run out of positions. repitition is tedious. this is not hot sex. this aerobic circuit training.
***
after a few sessions we would take a break half way and go to the bar around the corner. have a few beers to fill my bladder up. then go back to the room and finish. while in the bat we would chat for a bit, but after the second i time i felt he was not chatting and just being nosey, then critical, then patronising. so i kept him at a distance. a couple of times he did not get the hint and he would press on a personal subject and i had to tell him that is none of your business. i just fed him crap about myself that didn't hurt anyone knowing should he turn. as i was soon to find out he quickly turned on my friend that i referred to him.
"you know Jack is not a top. he's a bottom. do you believe that story with the police? i don't. how well do you know him? Jack is also not what he appears to be... he's not a very good top."
remember, a bit of white noise can block all that out. i'm sorry it didn't work out. don't start bitching to me about my friends. it's been 3 months. let it go
the more beers i had. the shorter my temper. the faster he annoyed me. the rougher i became. the more he enjoyed the sessions
soon i was leaving the sessions cashed up but angry
***
i had been living in Melbourne proper for sometime now. i had been a while since i had spoken to my friend Jack that i referred to John. john had asked him to fuck his boyfriend, not to tell him he's an escort and he will pay him later. Jack fucked the boyfriend, John never paid up. yes it is not wise to work and receive payment after, but my friend is not an escort. he has never done it before. Jack is just a hot man who needed some cash and i wanted to help him. he told me he had started to receive angry texts from John saying "you're terrible! i don't owe you money! you're not worth paying for! you're not even that good looking."
totally not true. Jack is one damn sexy man
it was from this point that i thought it was best to keep John at a distance. the relationship had started to sour. the sessions i had stopped looking forward to and even started to hate. he was more probing with personal questions. more critical. more demanding in the sessions. more piss. wanting me to cum twice in a session. wanting more and more and extra time without paying anymore than our initial rate months ago. he'd point out that he had introduced me to another client. provided information about studying and courses. implying that i must be making tonnes of cash therefore i should give him a little extra. we've known each other a while now he would like to fuck me and even nagging to bareback me
he was becoming work
"oh, poor you," you are thinking, "oh you have to WORK like the rest of us. welcome to the real world!"
he was too much work. he was a headache. he was agony! in a professional situation, you would drop his as a client because you're no longer suited to his needs. however, in my situation, i don't live in the real world! if i wanted to live in the real world i would get a normal job! i did for years! i hated it more!
so i started to withdraw. being such a bad liar. i can't hide my distaste for someone. i barely spoke during the sessions now
"you're are such a bad communicator. it takes you so long to respond."
"sometimes i can't. i'm busy. sorry i can't respond to a text while riding a motorbike. as well as it not being physically possible, i'm sure it's illegal. sometimes there's no point. you change appointment days and times over and over in the space on an hour."
"i'm a busy man."
"so am i. check your schedule. choose a time. then contact me"
the booking of appointments would get annoying. every 5 minutes i'd get an sms
"are you available friday?"
"make that monday?"
"forget that i had tradesmen on monday. wednesday?"
the final day was another pestering
"1pm"
"12:45"
"change that. 12:45"
"forget all that. make it 1pm"
really? you will travel an hour to the hotel, and then you're scrapping over 15 minutes each way several days in advance. then 3 hours before the booking:
"can we make it 1:45?"
"you okay for 1:45?"
"you up yep?" at 11am, implying a lazy hooker who sleeps all day, "i will be there at 1:45"
think ahead. check your schedule. make an appointment. stick to it
i couldn't change my plans that day again to suit him again . the over-texting. the nagging. everything had become too much. i told him i could not make it. he exploded. the next day i was working and he assumed i ignored more of hims texts when i didn't even have my phone in front of me
later that night i got this email
it's unfortunate when you break up with a client. it becomes that. a messy break up. things you said are taken out of context (re: victorians being unfriendly), impersonal and not taking an interest? apart from he was boring, yet rambled on. i remembered all his stories involving his mother, over-sexually active father, his partner, their trips to Sydney, the hook-ups he was having and the bareback sex he was having outside of his relationship and not telling his partner, the plans for his new house, the bike he used to ride and the accident that fucked his shoulder. we discussed these things often, sometimes two or three times because he would see so many escorts and masseurs (in between complaining to me about them) he would forget who he told his stories to.
i always prepare. i was always ready to piss. but when that bossy bottom is ordering you about and you're struggling to maintain a boner while fighting the urge the kick his fucking teeth and then have to piss. if you don't like what i do, take your business elsewhere. clearly, i was so bad that he had to see, on average, once a week for 6 months.
it needed to end. it's over now. you notice when a client gets attached and you try to shake them loose the best way you can, either directly, indirectly or making yourself unavailable or undesirable. either way, they take it personally. there is not much you can do when someone else blurs the line in the escort/client relationship. it is tricky when it seems like the job is just dirty piss-soaked face-raping fun but really so much of it is actual companionship
i was happy for The Elk to be seeing him now. reckon it'll toughen the boy up!
you won't be hearing from me again. a week after dinner with Elk i got this message
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