Escort today: His first bi experience

Yesterday I had a private escort meeting.  This was his first bi, or more accurately gay experience.  He had been talking to me for some time as this had clearly become something of a fixation and finally he succumbed and we met.

We met in the afternoon at a hotel he booked locally on the A3 near Guildford, Surrey.  He was there first, messaged me the room number and was sat on the edge of the bed as I walked in.  He was nervous!!

His fantasy was to kneel at the feet of a man and suck him off; and that is where we started.  He wanted mild humiliation as well and I knew what I would do.

I sat in the chair and said, ‘Get undressed for me.  Slowly,’ I said as he started to hurry.  I am sure he hadn’t expected that.  I watched as he undressed.  It wasn’t a strip show but just an uneasy and uncomfortable man getting undressed and clearly aroused.

‘Open the curtains and stand by window,’ I said and he did.  We were on the third floor and no one could see him but it didn’t remove his embarrassment.  I told him to come back to me and kneel.

‘Suck me,’ I said. And as I stood there he kneeled and fumbled with the zip of my trousers.  I let him suck on my cock for over ten minutes.  He became quite acceptably proficient after initial shyness.  I made him cup my balls and lick down the shaft.  I thought he was not yet ready for rimming.

‘Would you like that I fuck you as well?’ I asked.  I think I used a tone which gave him little choice but to agree.  ‘Then go a lie on the bed, face down.  We need to get that arse loose enough to take me.’ 

I was impressed by the consideration I was showing.  I lubed his arse and wearing the glove I massaged him with first two and finally just a third finger.  This was going to be a tight fit and it was.

I thought he needed some reward for his suffering and so I again laid him on the bed, this time face up and oiled his cock, massaged it and then sucked him off taking all his cum down my throat to his evident relief.  It is not my favourite, I far prefer the taste of a pussy, but it was good to see and hear his satisfaction.

‘But now it is your turn,’ I said.  ‘Where do you want me to cum?’ 

‘In my mouth.’

‘Then get on and do it.’

Again he was at my knees and this time I allowed myself to cum and I pushed my cock deep into his mouth so that he had to swallow it all.

He paid me a bonus on my normal fee and I left with another man moved from straight to bi.  I am sure we will be meeting again.

Dropping my pants for the doctor

Got to book my next appointment at the sexual health clinic tomorrow.  I have to have a certificate that is not more than 30 days old and given it can take 5 days to get all the results it means a trip to London every three weeks.

Before last year I had been to the clinic just twice before; both thirty year ago.  The first time was after an ex-girlfriend phoned to suggest that I should visit as she had just been tested positive for an STD.  I didn't ask and she didn't offer a view as the source and if she thought me as the culprit.  Any way it didn't matter as I was clean.

The second time was after a friend’s stag night.  The Best Man was clear about the agenda for the evening.  Meet in a pub, dinner in a restaurant and then a private show back at Mark’s flat.  You will know where the anticipation was focused.  

A dozen of us arrived back there and two girls arrived and gave us a grand, personal and close up show; first individually and then they did an act together.  We had seen what we paid for and so after a whip round (no puns) the next show began.  

We were mainly sat on the floor, a few on the sofas.  The girl, wearing only a skimpy bikini, walked into the lounge through a door almost diagonally across from me and she just kept on walking in my direction.  It may be a little personal vanity but I am sure her eyes were on me all the way and I never lost eye contact. 

She headed to me, asked me to stand and stripped me and then lost the little she was wearing.  My biggest concern at that moment was nothing to do with sex or naked in front of my mates.  I wondered if I looked ridiculous wearing just my socks!!  

Anyway she laid me back on the floor, gave me a really good BJ and then squatted on me until I came deep in her pussy.  All my mates watched on but I managed to block that out with the feeling of my cock in a very tight pussy (yes that surprised me as well). These were the days pre AIDS.  Anyway, I thought a trip to the clinic was necessary.

But now my visits are business.  

Initially I chose the Lydia Clinic which is part of St Thomas’ Hospital.  I sat there among many others – men and women are segregated - and read my book.  Called into to see the nurse I had to go through a life history of partners and sex.  

My personal life had been varied but it had to be exaggerated and the future rolled into the past to make sure I had all the right tests.  Females; yes.  Males; yes.  Oral, anal, give receive; yes.  Singles  yes.  Groups; yes. European, Asian or African;yes.  I must have sounded like a total slut especially as I had to explain that this was just my personal life.  If i had said anything about it as a job I would have had to pay!!

So blood was taken and my throat and arse swabbed.  I signed up for the telephone results service and left SAE so I had a paper record (needed by most studios).

Then one producer said that Lydia wasn't good enough and he wanted a certificate from the Working Man Clinic at the Jefferiss Clinic at St Mary’s. And that is where I now go after going through all the same questions again.  

I have been inoculated for all sort of things which will also be good if I go on holiday to the tropics.  I drop my pants and a strange man inspects my cock and my arse.  He still sticks things in my throat and arse and takes blood but, you know what, I don’t mind.  I like the idea a Working Man’s Clinic.  That is what I am and I now have my own place to go.

And the PS? I have had full negative results every time.

Naked in public for the first time

So let’s start. 

It was May last year when I decided on this new adventure.  I was fed up and bored with commuting and all the paraphernalia of work and so one day I just gave up.  It’s not that I am rich.  In fact it is quite the opposite.  I am stony broke, and so I have a portfolio of many jobs – each of which interest me.

Over time I will go through all the ups and downs of the adult industry but first I will talk about the first time I was naked in a public place.  

I decided that if this was my new career I need to get used to getting my kit off. 

I choose a local fetish club that meets once a month in a club room they hire and it was with more than just a little trepidation that I drove there and parked.   I paid my fee and went up the stairs.  A disco by night but on this Sunday afternoon it was quite different.  

At the bar were a collection of people.  Some men were dressed in women’s clothes, some in leather and some in jeans.  There were fewer women than men (as always) and they wore a range of fetish clothes but showed, as I had expected, little flesh. 

Around the dance floor were groups easily visible in the darkness but they were not locked in deprivation but normal, as far as I could tell, conversation.  As always at parties the women had formed themselves into little gaggles.  Maybe the blindfolded lady lying across what looked like a small piece of gymnastic equipment, her short dressed lifted to expose frilly, white knickers and having her bottom smacked was not normal Sunday afternoon entertainment, but apart from the unusual dress code there was little to tell where I was.

I felt disappointed.  It didn't seem as though I would be getting naked today.

They were kind to me though.  I was introduced to the committee (fetishists are not anarchists – they too need organisation) and finally to Lucy, the ‘house mistress’.

We chatted.  I said I wanted to be exposed and naked and led around the club with everyone watching me.

 

‘Of course,’ she said ‘get undressed.’  I looked around. Tea cakes seemed the most exciting thing happening, but did as I was told.

‘And your pants,’ she said noticing my hesitation over my last piece of modesty.  I did as I was told and stood there. 

‘Stand just were you are and don’t move until I come back.’ 

I stood and she walked away to the bar.  I looked around and counted at least fifty people but I did not see fifty pairs of eyes looking at me.  There was my first lesson.  I might be uncomfortable being naked but in the right environment no one else cares. 

Lucy came back and over the next three hours I was led around on a leash while she talked to friends, tied with cling film to a pole with my cock hanging out and getting harder every time Lucy passed and flicked it with a whip; sent to the bar to get us both a drink; or told to stand still, blindfolded and hands tied behind my back in the middle of the dance floor; and all the time I had nothing to cover any embarrassment and a cock that got hard and shrank over the hours.

I went back to the club a couple of more times and I will go again but for now the first step was taken: I can get nude anywhere and I don’t care.

The sex diary of a mature adult performer

I am in the UK,  sixty years old and last year, and after a change of career driven by boredom, I needed some money and so I became an actor,model and escort working in adult entertainment.

This is going to be my diary for 2013.  

In my next few post I will give you all the background to all that has gone on in my first working year and later, as we go through 2013, I will publish my notes on the highs, with the low down on the industry, who to trust, how to get work, what to do when there and do the girls enjoy themselves as well etc etc.

I am always looking for new work so ......

If there are any producers, agents or anyone else who wants to offer me work please drop me an email at maturepornactor@gmail.com