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his little excursion. He found a sheltered spot where he wouldn’t be too exposed, but could still take in the majestic view while he ate. This was the perfect spot for an afternoon picnic. Once he got himself filled back up, he planned on a refreshing dive to
the bottom of the lagoon. He just knew he’d find what he was looking for there. If he brought something shiny and precious home, maybe then Pa would ease up on the reins a bit. This truly was a magical spot.
The only human tracks he had seen around the area were his own, so he was pretty sure this place was reasonably secluded. And the bottom of that lagoon - it could be littered with nuggets of gold, platinum, and silver. Maybe even gemstones. He had found a great magical sluice box that Mother Nature had made - and put there - just for him!
Pulling off his shirt, Cal was about to shed the rest of his clothing, when all the random birdsong, and activities of the little animals in the vicinity, suddenly, went strangely quiet.
There was a gentle rustling of the tall grass on the other shore, only just downstream from where the lagoon overflowed into the creek-bed. Cal crouched down to make himself less visible. It could be an animal come to drink. It could easily be someone tracking him. His Indian? Even if it was, Cal was flooded with a mad mix of excitement, anticipation, but mostly - fear.
Creeping through the grass, moving low to the ground, Cal could make out the form of a man. Cal had long since removed his hat, so he could peek through and around the rocks without flagging his presence.
A face momentarily revealed itself. Lo! and Behold! It WAS his Indian! And that fierce looking warrior was stooping down, studying, following Cal’s tracks, where they disappeared into the water, in the direction of the lagoon... and Cal's hiding place among the boulders.
When he had been imagining how this encounter would go, all last night, it made perfect sense. He had been resolved, ready to go. Determined. But now, Cal's heart was racing. It was about to happen, he would be face to face with that Indian again! He had no idea what to do, or what would happen. Maybe he should continue to just hide, and try again another day. Or maybe just forget the whole thing. Pa was right, this was a whole damn dangerous business. What was he thinking?! Make nice with a Sioux Indian?
How was that going to work? Generally, Indians who showed up in town got shot, and Whites that strayed too far near the tribal grounds were never heard from again.
To calm himself, Cal closed his eyes and attempted to control his anxious breathing. He was terrified that the now silent forest was amplifying the sound of his heart, which was madly thumping like a war-drum, trying to beat its way out of his chest.
In a split second, he felt himself pulled by the arm from the other side of the boulder that had been his refuge only moments ago. And before he knew it, he had tipped over, spilled down onto the ground, and was splayed out inches from the moccasin covered feet of the young warrior from the other day.
Scrutinizing the remains of his meal, and satisfied that Cal held no weapon, the Indian crouched down and offered his hand. Cal cautiously accepted the help, and was deftly pulled to his feet. For the second time in as many days, he found himself dusting sand from his clothing. “Dang, how do you do that?”
The Indian cocked his head trying to understand what Cal was saying.
“Oh, right, I guess you wouldn’t understand English.” Then he said, haltingly, pointing to himself “Cal emáčiyapi.” /I am called Cal./
Surprise or shock washed over the Indian’s face. “Cal?” he said, smiling for the first time since their fateful meeting.
Smiling back at the handsome young Brave, Cal nodded, putting his hand to hisbreast. “Yes. My name.
Cal.” Then haltingly in the Lakota language: “Lakȟólʼiyapi uŋspémičʼičhiye. Owáglúšiča háŋtaŋš čha ómayakiya yo.” /I'm learning how to speak Lakota, so if I make a mistake, please help me./
The astonishment on the Brave’s face visibly deepened with each word the young white man uttered of the Lakota tongue. Cal’s mother had the foresight and the knowledge to instruct her youngest son in the language of this infamously dangerous people. Knowing that their family would be traveling and living in the midst of them, it might make the difference between life and death. How prescient she had been. Of course, she could never know this now. Unless she was looking down from Heaven.
The Brave placed his hand on his breast-bone, “Miye. Olówaŋ Šuŋgmánitu emáčiyapi. Wolf-Make... Sing. I learn white man tongue. Ómayakiya yo. You help me. We try together.” He pointed at Cal, then himself, then showed the index finger of each fist, bringing them side by side.
Cal nodded his understanding, thrilling at the sound of his new friend’s voice, and the unexpected ease with which they were becoming acquainted. “Your name. Beautiful. Wašté /good/. You - white people tongue - name. Wolf’s-Song. Wolfsong. Wašté he? You like it? ... Wolfsong?”
Smiling broadly as he began to understand, the brave replied “Wašté. Yes. Good. Me, Wolfsong.” Again he placed his hand on his heart. “Čhaŋtémawašte čha napéčhiyúzape ló!” /I greet you with my heart./
Placing his hand on Cal’s breast bone, he looked intensely into his eyes. “You, Cal. Good spirit. Me know.
Wašté. Wašté.” Over the course of the afternoon, they got on as if they had always been the closest friends. In that short time, with a few words and hand signs, the two young men learned much about each other. The occasional drawing upon the earth with a stick helped as well, especially when it came to Cal’s warning that the regiment might send scouts on patrol into the area. Cal learned that Wolfsong was indeed a scout, sent out to check on the incursions of white settlers into the Indian treaty territory. The chiefs were not
happy with the activities of the miners, the unruly outlaws and renegades. And the warriors from the Great White Father in the East, did nothing to keep the white people off their lands. When the tribes took action on their own, in defense of the guarantees they were promised, they faced only retaliation, and admonitions from the white war chiefs.
Their Great Father would do little but urge them to lay down their arms and remain peaceful. How could they do this if their lands were being taken and poisoned; with their wives and children being kidnapped or murdered; their animals
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stolen or driven away?
Cal shared what Pa had told him about the Sioux, and what the local settlers in town thought. He somehow managed to convey clearly enough that what he heard unsettled him, and sometimes made no sense. He confessed that because of his white people's words and warnings, Cal couldn't help but be afraid of Wolfsong and his People. There was ample evidence, and plenty of tales about the violence that had played out in conflicts between "red" and "white" nations. Cal hoped Wolfsong understood that, thanks to the words of his Ma and her lessons on the Sioux language, Cal's heart remained open, his
thoughts always seeking for real truth.
It was plain to Wolfsong that Cal was deeply conflicted and confused. He was touched that the white youngster would have such heart, that he would be bold enough to return to find him, and to give his warning about the Blue-Coat soldiers. “Me. You. Kȟolá. Friend. Cal. Mitȟákȟola. My - friend.”
Wolfsong’s eyes burned with a fierce sincerity, the conviction and fidelity of a warrior. It was remarkable that with so few
his little excursion. He found a sheltered spot where he wouldn’t be too exposed, but could still take in the majestic view while he ate. This was the perfect spot for an afternoon picnic. Once he got himself filled back up, he planned on a refreshing dive to
the bottom of the lagoon. He just knew he’d find what he was looking for there. If he brought something shiny and precious home, maybe then Pa would ease up on the reins a bit. This truly was a magical spot.
The only human tracks he had seen around the area were his own, so he was pretty sure this place was reasonably secluded. And the bottom of that lagoon - it could be littered with nuggets of gold, platinum, and silver. Maybe even gemstones. He had found a great magical sluice box that Mother Nature had made - and put there - just for him!
Pulling off his shirt, Cal was about to shed the rest of his clothing, when all the random birdsong, and activities of the little animals in the vicinity, suddenly, went strangely quiet.
There was a gentle rustling of the tall grass on the other shore, only just downstream from where the lagoon overflowed into the creek-bed. Cal crouched down to make himself less visible. It could be an animal come to drink. It could easily be someone tracking him. His Indian? Even if it was, Cal was flooded with a mad mix of excitement, anticipation, but mostly - fear.
Creeping through the grass, moving low to the ground, Cal could make out the form of a man. Cal had long since removed his hat, so he could peek through and around the rocks without flagging his presence.
A face momentarily revealed itself. Lo! and Behold! It WAS his Indian! And that fierce looking warrior was stooping down, studying, following Cal’s tracks, where they disappeared into the water, in the direction of the lagoon... and Cal's hiding place among the boulders.
When he had been imagining how this encounter would go, all last night, it made perfect sense. He had been resolved, ready to go. Determined. But now, Cal's heart was racing. It was about to happen, he would be face to face with that Indian again! He had no idea what to do, or what would happen. Maybe he should continue to just hide, and try again another day. Or maybe just forget the whole thing. Pa was right, this was a whole damn dangerous business. What was he thinking?! Make nice with a Sioux Indian?
How was that going to work? Generally, Indians who showed up in town got shot, and Whites that strayed too far near the tribal grounds were never heard from again.
To calm himself, Cal closed his eyes and attempted to control his anxious breathing. He was terrified that the now silent forest was amplifying the sound of his heart, which was madly thumping like a war-drum, trying to beat its way out of his chest.
In a split second, he felt himself pulled by the arm from the other side of the boulder that had been his refuge only moments ago. And before he knew it, he had tipped over, spilled down onto the ground, and was splayed out inches from the moccasin covered feet of the young warrior from the other day.
Scrutinizing the remains of his meal, and satisfied that Cal held no weapon, the Indian crouched down and offered his hand. Cal cautiously accepted the help, and was deftly pulled to his feet. For the second time in as many days, he found himself dusting sand from his clothing. “Dang, how do you do that?”
The Indian cocked his head trying to understand what Cal was saying.
“Oh, right, I guess you wouldn’t understand English.” Then he said, haltingly, pointing to himself “Cal emáčiyapi.” /I am called Cal./
Surprise or shock washed over the Indian’s face. “Cal?” he said, smiling for the first time since their fateful meeting.
Smiling back at the handsome young Brave, Cal nodded, putting his hand to hisbreast. “Yes. My name.
Cal.” Then haltingly in the Lakota language: “Lakȟólʼiyapi uŋspémičʼičhiye. Owáglúšiča háŋtaŋš čha ómayakiya yo.” /I'm learning how to speak Lakota, so if I make a mistake, please help me./
The astonishment on the Brave’s face visibly deepened with each word the young white man uttered of the Lakota tongue. Cal’s mother had the foresight and the knowledge to instruct her youngest son in the language of this infamously dangerous people. Knowing that their family would be traveling and living in the midst of them, it might make the difference between life and death. How prescient she had been. Of course, she could never know this now. Unless she
monthly for. I want to rejoin the privileged group I had
membership in, and want to bring my boyfriend with me, but I
just couldn’t get back there with my current income.
And so, the development of my alternate ego, Houghston Gold
began. I learned from my boyfriend that I was attractive. In fact,
so hot that people would pay lots of money to experience a
sexual encounter with me. My dick, which never made me feel
that special, was all of a sudden the talk of every city I danced in.
Who knew that uncut was going to be so popular and that the
combination of being thick as fuck and 9 inches would get me so
far in this new version of my gay life!
I decided to try out escorting as a side hustle. It seemed simple
enough. I have the body. I have the dick. Many dudes like my
ass, but on the negative side of things; I don’t kiss. I don’t suck
dick, and the thought of eating an ass that I’m not in love with
doesn’t interest me at all. As much of a stud as I like to think I
am, I’m a dude that prefers one guy to give all my love and
attention to. I love to cuddle, kiss, suck, eat, rim, lick, top, and
everything in between for one man only. I’m hungry as fuck
everyday and my man knows he can’t keep up with my appetite
for his pussy. So when it’s feeding time, I’m down there for
hours, like a famished animal that has been preying his kill for
days and finally snatched it.
With the development of Houghston Gold, I have been active as
a stripper, go-go dancer, and of course, as an escort. I have had
many experiences as an escort that I knew I wanted to share at
some point in my life. That time has come. What you are about to
read is based solely on my own experiences.
Here are my top trade secrets;
1) Don’t be yourself!
Develop your alternate ego and be that person. Give your alter
ego a memorable name. It is an extension of your real self. My
alter ego is Houghston Gold. Houghston is cocky, confident,
simple, a bit of a douche bag, and alpha as fuck. My real self is
all of those things too, but I exaggerate them as Houghston Gold.
My real self is a bit more intelligent, a bit more introverted, a bit
less intimidating, and a bit less of a douche.
I also have teenage kids and work as an elementary school
teacher, so my alternate name somewhat protects my real self. I
have other platforms (stripping and dancing) that work well to
advertise my role as an escort, but Houghston, above all, is a
fucking amazing actor. Grammy worthy!
Be A Dude
I might ruffle some gay feather here, but I truly believe it is true,
or I wouldn’t have included it. Client’s want to experience sex
with a masculine dude. Even in my dancing career, I admit, I’m
not a great dancer, but I often get tipped over $250.00 a night for
just being super masculine. It’s a role that comes easy to me.
When I move my body, I emphasize my dick and ass with body
roles. I dance like I fuck. Side Note- Fucking like you dance
doesn’t work according to my boyfriend. Any other move I do is
similar to working out. The moves are not curvey, they are
straight and tight, like lifting dumbbells. And if I don’t know what
to do at any point, I just flex, or do push ups if I have the room.
My clothing is emphasizes my masculinity, but if I do wear a
femme look, my body still looks very masculine. So you don’t
think I’m being a masculine douche bag, I want to let you know
that this is not my preference for pleasurable sex. Admittedly, I
hate casual sex, but the real me is attracted to a feminine men. I
love when my man dresses in sexy lingerie in the bedroom, and
even more when he looks and acts femme in public. It is a huge
turn on.
2) Vanilla isn’t for escorts. Be Neapolitan!
Remember, you are acting the role of your alternate ego. If the
client has specific kinks or fetishes, address them as an escort,
not as your real self. Don’t ever make the client feel like he is a
freak and should be shunned from society when he talks about
his deep desires and fantasies. Be professional with your
communication. Professional talk as an escort is different than
any other professional conversation you’ll ever have. Don’t stop
being flirty, sexy, or dirty. You’re selling sex, not fast food. Every
conversation you have should be empowering, uplifting, and
filthy as fuck!
Some kinks can be overwhelming at first. If we put them into
context, you will have a better understanding of where they come
from and then be able to address them effectively.
Read over some of Freud or Erikson’s developmental stage
outlooks and you will clearly see where the client has been
unsuccessful in achieving some of the developmental tasks. As
the client gets older, those unachieved milestones don’t suddenly
get overlooked. The brain still wants to achieve them with
success as an adult.
For instance, Freud identified an anal stage during a person’s
toddler years of 1-3 (Freud's Stages of Human Development: 5
Psychosexual Stages). This stage brings a hyper focus on the
toddler to control their bladder and bowel movements. This is the
stage where potty training occurs. Many complications can arise.
Training a toddler to urinate in a toilet is much easier than training
them to have bowel movements in a toilet. Therefore, the process
of toilet training is long and can be challenging for many toddlers
and their caregivers.
Conflicts could arise during this time such as parental distress,
parents working and not having the time to support their toddler,
death of a parent, a diagnosis of a developmental delay, Autism
Spectrum Disorder (ASD), abuse, neglect, poverty, and failure to
thrive, to name only a few. The trauma that occurred could have
been half way through the anal stage, or during the entire
duration of the anal stage.
In most cases, the toddler will eventually catch on to using a
toilet, but the issue is that the stage was not only unsuccessful,
but it was traumatic. It was unsupported by caregivers and all in
all, a bad experience. That trauma never goes away. It festers. It
gets buried until you address it. It plays out in later stages in life.
Strategies to cope with the trauma might even be played out in
sexual experiences.
After the toddler stage, the child is entering what Freud identifies
as the latency age of 6-12 (Freud's Stages of Human
Development: 5 Psychosexual Stages). This stage ends when
puberty begins. It’s possible the child is just accomplishing what
they were supposed to master during the anal stage or other
previous stages. The latency age child might be consistently
wetting his bed during the night, or might be into smearing feces
in public areas. Seems gross, but smearing is a common
behaviour for toddlers who are learning to control their bowel
movements during the anal stage.
The child eventually navigates puberty and becomes a young
adult. At some point, the brain will want to travel back in time to
further explore the anal stage of development.
I’m not sure how common it is, but as an escort, I have had many
requests for clients to ingest my feces, wanting to experience a
golden shower, or asking to be my human toilet. If this is with in
my comfortability, then we discuss details and financial
compensation for providing this service. If I am uncomfortable
with this, then my goal is to ultimately refuse the job while leaving
the conversation so the client feels empowered enough to
approach another escort.
3) How To Talk So Clients Will Listen
You might be wondering how to address clients when they seem
aggressive, too kinky, or just seem to rub you the wrong way.
One of my pet peeves in this industry is client’s that just want to
talk and have no intention of ever meeting up. They find the
process of talking through text sexually gratifying. I have been in
this situation many times, but usually catch it before I loose hours
of unpaid time.
Our initial conversation with client’s occur through texting. It is a
fact that over 80% of how we communicate to someone is done
through body language (Mehrabian’s: The Art of Non-verbal
Communication). There is no body language available with online
conversation. After you realize that, the next step is to make a
hamburger. Not literally, but it’s a strategy that I want to teach
you so that you and the client leave every conversation on a high
note.
Let’s start making the hamburger! The bottom half of the bun
represents something you say that is positive and uplifting in
response to the client. The meat part of the burger represents
what you really want to say to them. It is the important
information they need to know and that you need to share. This
should not be abusive or degrading, but it should be direct and
honest. The last part of the hamburger is the top bun. This
represents another positive so that you end the conversation on
a high note. Although the client didn’t get what they wanted, they
should still appreciate your honesty. You both leave the
conversation feeling good about it.
Here are 2 examples using the hamburger method.
The first is more specific to an act you are uncomfortable with
performing. The second is managing a client that you feel is
disrespectful to you and your profession.
Example 1:
Client: I saw you on Rentman and I see you are into kinks and
fetishes. I want to be used as your human toilet.
Escort: Hey stud, thanks for reaching out to me as I know there
are so many other escorts you could have contacted. At this
point in my escorting career, I am not comfortable with this fetish.
I really want you to have a great experience. I’m confident there
are other escorts that can give you the experience you are
looking for. Feel free to circle back if you are looking for anything
else that perhaps I am more comfortable providing. Stay sexy!
Client: OK. I appreciate your honesty.
This is the ideal way the conversation would occur. Remember,
you can only control yourself and your words. If the client doesn’t
reply to your well thought out hamburger response, then don’t
take it personal. They might also respond in an aggressive
manner as ultimately, they didn’t get what they want. If they are
rude or abusive, there is no need to reply. You have said what
you needed to say.
Example 2:
Client: Rates?
Escort: Thanks for your interest man. Here are my rates;
350 1 hour
650 2 hours (save 50)
900 3 hours (save 150)
1150 4 hours (save 250)
Let me know if you have questions, or want to book me for some
fun! I’d love to get naked with you!
Client: (no response)
Escort: (no response)
Lastly, don’t forget the power of emoji’s. When used
appropriately with words, they convey feelings that don’t need to
be spelled out.
4) You aren’t always going to be this pretty!
This piece of advice is something that I have had the experience
of doing myself, so I am well versed. When I first got into
escorting, I would use common hook up sights used for personal
enjoyment to lure possible clients. There are so many problems
with this. Here are a few;
a) It’s fucking disrespectful to the person you’re talking to on a
hook up sight. Imagine being single, older, or atypical to what
gay society finds attractive. The person talking to you doesn’t
need to receive the message that the only way you would be
with them in a sexual nature is if they give you money for your
services. You don’t know it now because you’re in the prime
of your life, but you will get old, your balls will sag, your
perfect ass will also sag, and you won’t turn as many heads
(or any) when walking in the the gay villages. Respect
everyone in our community and maybe you will get the same
in return. I have come 360 in this area. Once I turned 48 dudes
started asking me “How old are you?”. I don’t really care
about age, but my response to this questions is always “9
inches”. I follow this up with a recent picture of my hot as fuck
naked body.
b) There are platforms to advertise escorting services. They are
not Grindr, Sniffies, Scruff, etc. Pay the membership fee! You
will find that membership gives you much better access to an
entire world of clients who are looking for specific experiences
with specific men and want to pay for your time. On escorting
platforms you can do so much more to advertise yourself.
Most of them are global, so it’s fairly simple to find a client (for
example) in United Kingdom. You just need to add that you
are visiting UK for a certain amount of time and open your
availability to clients in that area. I call this a “ghost travel trip,”
meaning I have it on my RentMan profile, but I won’t confirm
until I have all expenses paid by a client and lots of interest in
the area. You can even do this months ahead of when you
arrive to stir up interest and book clients! The benefits are
endless.
c) As an escort, your time is precious. You get paid for the hours
you fuck. Instead of wasting your time on hook up sights like
Grindr, let clients come to you. Rentman is the way to go. I
have never had to search for clients as a Rentman escort.
They come to me.
4) Do’s and Dont’s of Escorting;
Do!
Be sexy
Be flirty
Be confident
Be your alter ego
Respond in a timely manner
Use sexy language Example: replace “penis” with “Daddy’s Big
Dick”, “Anal Intercourse” with “How hard do you want Daddy to
pound your pussy” Make the language you use enforce your alter
ego.
The clients initial reaction to you will be your pictures. Get good
quality pictures. Look into photographers that specialize in taking
sexy pictures. Make sure the pictures aren’t misleading.
Show more pictures that they haven’t seen yet in your on line
conversations with them. Dudes will do anything for sex with a
guy they find attractive. Showcase the best parts of you and
what makes you desirable. The client’s come to your hungry for
your body. Sometimes our words can turn them off, so use
pictures to keep the lust alive!
Don’t!
Be passive
Be yourself
Be a dick
Talk about your personal life
Talk about other clients (ever)!
Fall asleep
Side Note: I fell asleep once on a 3 hour call. The dude was
sucking my dick as I was sleeping. When I woke up, the guy said,
“I’m glad you feel so comfortable with me that you took a nap.
What did you dream of?” My response was “I dreamt of you
sucking on my dick, and here you are!” I redeemed myself and I
saw this client multiple times afterwards. He not only pays my
rate, but always gives me a $100.00 tip. This is rare!
6) Escorts are for Everyone!
We are not reserved for marginalized groups. Escorting is a treat
and the client wants you to deliver everything you have! I would
much rather hire an escort than flip through endless profiles on
Grindr. When you have been in the business for a while, you tend
to start believing that your services cater to dudes that can’t get
laid without having to pay for it. I always challenge the phrase “I
don’t have to pay for sex yet” It’s not just an option for dudes
that are unattractive, old, fat, or whatever bullshit the gay
community deems is undesirable. Escorting is available to
anyone who can afford it.
7) Oh The Places You’ll Go
If you can work it, my advice is to broaden your escorting
experience by travelling. Not only do you get to see places you
may have never been, but you also get to experience escorting
for different types of clientele.
Most of the escorting I have done was in California. Places like
Los Angeles, San Francisco and West Hollywood have been the
kindest and most lucrative for me. Manhattan was hit or miss.
Omaha has been good to me as has Baltimore and Denver. I
have had many requests to travel to Florida, but I didn’t accept
the offers.
I have done my share of escorting for dudes that are shunned
from gay society because of their appearance, but more than
that, I have delivered my services to wealthy clients that hire me
for a full night, multiple nights, and pay for all my expense
including return flight, food, accommodation, even my monthly
membership fees on RentMan. Escorting in USA is great because
of the dollar exchange!
7) Protect Yourself When Travelling
Here are some tips on how to travel as an escort.
a) Put your membership on hold and make sure it is not visible
during the time you travel. Some escorts hide their faces on
the escorting sights, but I’ll leave that up to you.
b) Travel with Nexus if you can.
c) Use apps like “Wise” or “PayPal” instead of accepting cash
or e-transfers. Remove the cash apps from your phone when
returning to your home country.
d) Have a reason that is not far from the truth to tell custom
agents. For example. I travel to San Francisco a couple
times a year for a very wealthy client. I inform the customs
agent that I am visiting a friend. I have the client’s address
and his first and last name if I am asked. Alternatively, if you
don’t have a client like this, then research a hotel in the area,
or events that are happening during the time you are there.
For example; “I am travelling to San Francisco for an event
called Folsom. I am staying in a hotel”. Make sure you have
the contact information of the hotel.
e) Don’t look too sexy. I generally wear a blazer or a short
sleeved shirt with a collar. I purposely wear jeans that are
fitted and in one piece.
8) It’s All About the Money (without making it appear that way)
Collect the money first as often as you can. I am an intimidating
guy, so I sometimes let this slip if I don’t have any red flags while
planning our session. Often I ask for a down payment or gas
money of $50.00 or $100.00. Alternatively, I ask for the client to
send an uber to pick me up. I have a two hour minimum for most
of the places I visit. This is my personal choice even though I
know I am loosing out on business. My cell phone has a list of
countries that I escort in and a cost breakdown. Having all of this
prepared ahead of time makes the response quicker when they
ask for your price list. When I travel, I always research the
escorting scene before I get there. I look at the escorts that are
already working there. I look at their stats, their pictures, dick
size, positions, and their costs. I might even reach out to some of
them if they haven’t already reached out to me.
9) Don’t Be Everything To Everyone
I’m “Daddy” as fuck! I don’t even have to try hard to achieve this
look, so I use it to my advantage by emphasizing this in my
pictures, clothing, my write up about who I am, my language, and
in my conversations with clients. Because of the way I look, I
have never been asked to suck a client’s dick or to bottom (two
things I don’t do anyway). Alpha muscle daddies don’t give that
vibe. I attract a specific kind of client and it’s always the
complete opposite of who I find attractive as a gay man, but I’m
a great fucking actor.
10) An Escort to Escorts
Create synergies with other escorts. I have had many
experiences where I am contacted by other escorts both locally
and abroad to escort for them. Use this opportunity to see if they
are willing to barter with you. I have a friend in Los Angeles who
also escorts and has offered me a room in his condo any time I
need it. This is the perfect opportunity to set up an escorting trip
to L.A. All that is left is to find a host to cover the travel portion of
my trip.
11) Bare No Expense
In this field, I have learned that I can (fairly) easily get all of my
expenses paid for. Here’s my method.
I look for what I call a “host”. A host pays round trip air fare from
Toronto and takes care of land transportation to and from the
airport on arrival and departure day. The host also provides
accommodation, usually where he lives, but sometimes in a hotel
where he stays with me for a day or so. Previous to this, we have
discussed the time I am with him and the time I am working with
other clients so there is no confusion.
We agree on the amount of time that I will provide my services to
compensate for the flights and housing. I do the math as I have a
set price for daily accommodation of $100.00 plus the cost of the
flight. I come up with an estimate for his expenses, then compare
it to my own service rates. I don’t include food, gym, or hygiene
supplies.
I charge $350.00 hourly. If the host is paying an estimated
$700.00 for return flight, and I am staying there for 7 days for a
total of $700.00, then I will provide $1400.00 worth of my
services.
Your currency is always the same as what the client uses. This
means I barter for 25 hours of my services. This usually plays out
in a long period of time with the client and a variety of brief times
where I see him between my other clients. It’s never just sex
either, it’s dinner dates, sight seeing, watching movies, and just
talking.
I don’t typically do in-calls while I’m escorting and living with a
host. A host also provides a gym for my daily workouts. I dread if
they want to work out with me. If they do, then I am off limits and
it is not sexual.
Every now and then, I have to find multiple hosts. A host for air
fare and another host for shared living. I never search for a host.
When they contact me to escort for them, we discuss their goals,
my services, and the cost of delivering my services. I then share
some options for retaining me using the above bartering strategy.
Sometimes they are interested, sometimes they are not, and
sometimes they opt to just pay for my services when I arrive in
their country.
12) You Can’t Control Your Biology
Regardless of your age, your dick isn’t always going to work. In
fact, the less attracted to the client you are, the more issues you
will have. At the age of 48, I depend on Cialis, a cock ring that fits
well, and something to turn me on. If it isn’t the client (and it
never is), then it’s the images of my boyfriend inside my head, or
the porn that might be playing in the background.
You are not a porn star. Even if you are, when you enter the world
of escorting, it’s not a film set, it’s the client’s real life. Client’s
genuinely want to forget that they are paying you and instead feel
the intensity of being your sex slave.
During the initial set up of the session, I avoid questions like
“how many loads can you give me?” or “are your loads big?”. I
inform them that I can’t control my biology, but I am confident I
will rock their world and give them an experience they will never
forget. If someone isn’t happy with your session, try to make the
best of it, but don’t take any blame for your dick not working.
13) Seal The Deal!
Sex is only part of your job as an escort. After a while, the thrill of
escorting wears off. It counteracts with the excitement of the
money which never wears off. Try to get the client to talk as
much as possible. Seems kind of sneaky, but If I can save my
stamina (and load) for another client right after the one I’m with,
then I’m all about it! Often times, the client is content just to be in
my presence. The fact we are both naked and they have access
to my dick, is a turn on in itself (for them). I usually find that the
numerous requests the client’s make before meeting are more
about the conversation turning them on over what actually
occurs during the session.
Prior to meeting the client, I avoid answering questions like “do
you kiss”, or other things I don’t do. As an escort, the only things
I do with my mouth is spit on them, command them, or talk dirty
to them. If they ask about kissing, I respond by avoiding the
question, or I’ll respond with “I can guarantee I will rock your
world”. If they keep pressing the question, then I may have to
answer, but it will not be a direct “yes” or ”no”. I always try do
what I need to in order to keep the client interested in booking
me. Most of the work is done as they have already made the first
move. You just have to seal the deal.
14) Active Listening 101
To expand on my previous point, you have to know how to
communicate and listen effectively. If you’re not much of a talker,
or don’t communicate well; here are some basic attending skills
to use to keep your client talking. Some clients will just ramble on
and others might need some work, but regardless, these
attending skills will be helpful for every client. In fact, they will be
helpful in every aspect of your life. If you have ever heard the
term “active listening”, but have never been able to practice it
because you have no clue what it means, or how to do it, these
attending skills are the tools you need. All of these skills below
require practice. Use them with your partner, your family, and
your friends. They are powerful.
A) Open Questions: these are questions you ask the client that
can’t be given a yes, no, or short answer. They are used to get
the client to talk.
Example: What was your last experience with sex like? Tell me
about your deepest fantasy.
Warning, every now and then you will have a client that doesn’t
communicate well. It is possible to get responses like “I dunno”,
“not sure” or a simple grunt when you ask an open question. You
haven’t done anything wrong, but the client may have a hidden
agenda or they don’t want to talk. Move on to the sex part!
B) Closed Questions: These are questions where the information
is simple, but important. One or two word answers are expected.
Example: What is your name? How would you like to pay for my
services? What is your favourite position? Do you like Daddy’s 9
inch, thick as fuck, uncut dick?
C) Minimal Encouragers: There are two ways to encourage a
client to speak. Verbal and Non-Verbal. Using both of these types
of minimal encouragers show the client that you are genuinely
interested in what they are saying, even if you aren’t.
Verbal Encourager examples: “Mmhmm”, “Go on”, “Really?” “Tell
me more”
Non Verbal Encourager examples are generally done with your
hands, but can also be done with your head. Open hands in a
circular movement, putting your hand on your heart if they are
talking about something emotional like a death or breakup, head
nods either in a yes or no motion.
D) Paraphrasing: This requires active listening as it can potentially
backfire and frustrate the client. When you paraphrase, you are
repeating a portion of what you heard the client say to show the
client that you are listening, feeling, and empathizing with them.
The client will feel reassured and empowered causing him tocontinue talking. Warning, don’t be a parrot when paraphrasing.
It doesn’t have to occur frequently and it doesn’t have to be a
word for word play back of what the client said.
Now that you have the tools to become an active listener, your
sessions will be so much more than just sex. When you have
reached the end of your session with the client and they realize
that they have had minimal sexual experience with you, they
might extend the time, or they might book you again. I have had
multiple client’s book me for over 4 hours and the majority of the
session will be talking while we are both naked. My reviews also
reflect my ability to converse well with client’s.
15) Escorting is Harsh on a Relationship
I wish I knew this when I first got into this business, but the work
you do as an escort really interferes with your own enjoyment of
sex. Wether I am saving my load for a client, wearing underwear
for a week for a client who wants to purchase them, not
showering for a client that wants to smell my man musk, or just
not into sex very often as I see it as work; the experiences of sex
outside of escorting is affected. It has paid a toll on my
relationship with the man I adore and it has made me enjoy sex
less. Most acts of sex in my personal life seem like work. If I’m
constantly being told what I have to do sexually and being paid
for it, then it’s hard to turn that off and enjoy pleasurable sex with
my man. The further I get away from escorting, the more I enjoy
sex.
And so ends my career as an escort.
I wrote the introduction to this article about a year ago. It has
evolved, but the intent remains the same; to put a face on an
escort. Although we are all different, we have backgrounds, we
have other interests, we have goals, we have ethics, we have
boyfriends and families, and we have monster dicks with great
bodies. Every part of us deserves to be treated with respect and
dignity.
I wrote the trade secrets part of this article a month before it was
printed (July 2025) as a reflection of my escorting career.
I firmly believe that the profession of gay escorting needs to be
recognized and legitimized. We need to develop our profession
to be able to work safely. We need to be able to report situations
of fraud, danger, abuse, and other bad experiences. We need to
author a code of ethics that we adhere to as professional escorts
to keep our members honest, professional, and safe.
Final words of advice;
Keep sexy!
Keep fucking!
Get tested monthly!
Don’t lose your identity!
Don’t get caught up in P and P experiences!
Escorting is a career, not a life choice!
Know when to leave the profession!
Be Safe!
Be Happy!
Love:
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Conclusion
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My best friend was murdered by a meth head
Be that male model, stand confident and walk that catwalk. Give eyes. Let the eyes talk to them ( this was before the iPhone zombies). We call it body language baby. Its a high to know a guy has got your eye. We exchanged home phone numbers into our tiny lube-worn-out black books like it was a business arrangement.
Thirsty nights at the local pub Phillip and I became very close after one night and many cocktails. He opened up about something that would change me forever. In a bar full of mature young and hungry hung men. The music playing on the overheads speakers, " I will survive " by Gloria Gaynor. How fitting as he whispered in my ear that he was HIV positive since 1987. Two years now with no cure. He was shocked he was still alive. He explained how he was worried it affect his job as a pre-op at the nearby hospital. With no appearance or physical damage of the gay plague in his eyes he lived life meds free. Phillip shared how he was the guy who would come in and shave your privates smooth before surgery. It was big money and he loved his job especially if a big guy or young Latino guy was next for a good nutsack shave. There was nothing Queenie about Phil. Between the butch eyes there was a very compassionate heart. And it showed the year I turned twenty years old...
Two years later :age 20 /1991. At the time I was working at one of the three bathhouses here in town. There at the bathouse is where I met my first live-in boyfriend Tom. Tom lived with his sister at the time. I also had graduated high school late at this age. I explained to Phillip I wasn't at all happy at home. With no hesitation Phillip jumped up and said , "you're moving in with me and not only that, Tom can move in with you!! I have an extra room you have as long as you need!" Wow I was floored by his unselfish human kindness I trusted him like he was my own brother. 'Of course yes I'll move in with you'. The following weekend I was in the yellow house on the corner and said goodbye to the family with a note on the bed. No family called for me.. I was on my own.
Heckyeah I enrolled in the community college and started my road to a Physical therapy career. I wanted to work with the Olympians at every Olympic game. But the trigger was turned on. I was becoming an alcoholic. It was something that I grew up. (My Dad and Granpa were professional falldown drunks ) Phil was throwing beer keg parties every weekend in his old two story banana yellow Victorian home. From day one I made a fake name I made up for the gay community. "Christopher". I thought it was funny that they didn't know my real name. I was catfishing without knowing who I really was. I was tucked in à very comfortable but tragic spot I was creating consciously subconsciously. If I drank at the gay bar , I was 'Chris'. I thought because it was a common name I would be looked at as such common knowledge. Where back at home everyone was in their own box / bedroom and only did the family dinner at Thanksgiving. A mouthful of times at home I got phone calls from some guys they'd say was "asking for, "Chris!!?". I'd say something like 'that's a wrong number'. I tried my best to answer the phone as fast as I could to every phone ring so no one knew my secret that I was an undercover cocksucker man eater, man-pounder man lover. The more I drank the better they looked. My family was aware of my first DUI at18 during that first summer leaving the bar after gulping with Phillip. But they weren't aware of Phil or any gay bar yet.
Tom & I continued to live with Phil until we finally rented a house six months later. In the mean in time the gay men in & out of the house and who moved in next, I began to lose track. I kept my bedroom door locked. I wasn't about to be buddies with someone who'd only be there for the weekend then gone nor a coke head. No one struck to Phil as a boyfriend. Its was just about a place to party for free....
Then one day... after I got home from the university....'greedy eyes', walks in to my bedroom without knocking is this lite skinned brother with big lips and curly hair. He was my age (my size 130 pounds) so I instantly recognized him as one of Phillips tricks. " I'm Gino can I have a smoke?" No CIG here man I don't smoke. Hey man you got a few bucks to spare for a 40 (ounce of beer). ? I roll my eyes and say 'go ask Phillip'. He looks at me turns around walks out and says "OK bitch I will, he's mine. All mine!"
Man were we both glad to be moving in together finally Tom & I. Phil was wonderful as a roommate. He always made dinner for the house. He told us funny hospital stories, mostly all the hot men he shaves on a daily basis. Nothing very serious happened at the house parties. I did know cocaine was around in certain grouped up carpeted corners. I drank all night going into a blackout. They snored coke and stayed up all night bugged eyed and nowhere to go because paranoia has set in paralyzing them like white statues.
A joint was always at the dinner table thanks to the new hustler in the house we'll call...' Gino'. Soon everything was seen and available in the yellow Gothic house on the corner. Coke, crack, pot, poppers, penises and poor homeless boys like Gino. Every Friday when Phil got paid Gino was there to be the middle man for white. I couldn't say nothing I had my own vice squeezing me tight. I knew my time was up there and continued to meet up with Phil and his party posse.
Year three and four : This isn't one of those dragged out drug stories we all know end in a mess. I'm going to spare you the dirty details because in truth is it was a huge blur. I was drowning deeper into alcoholism because I had coming out issues with my family and such that I isolated myself and began to slowly kill myself in my own home miles away from the city. They don't teach you about addiction in school. But they should. A heads up would have given me understanding the affects of abuse. Self- abuse is common in the gay community (but that's a whole other article I'll write in the future). During this time sex was an old friend who walked away after so many limp dick attempts or pass outs on the bed. I'd never get sick. But I'd drink until for in the four in the morning then passout and I'd wake up with the bottle next to me. Ready to pour down my throat. I couldn't keep a job. My lover Tom was complete!y sober and had a good job working for the city and that's how I survived my early twenties.
1992: came and I had lunch with Phil whom wasn't at the same house anymore. He expressed how he has had to move twice because of Gino and his wild parties get out of control. He thought about maybe retiring. I told him I had a doctor appointment coming up and if be would go with me? It was for my HIV test results... "Of course I'll go with you and after I will by the drinks all night." Well even I had been drinking pretty heavily the past weeks since my test was given. I haven't been back because I was now feeling drained every drinking binge. I weighted maybe 120 pounds at five feet nine inches tall. Face was beginning to look skeleton like. I was fading fast from all the booze.....or something else eating my body away?
Walking out to call my name the nurse had a big three ring notebook full of pages, tucked under her arm. "The doctor needs to see only you for right now then we can invite your friend in". She walked me back to the doctors office, it was no exam room. Oriental woman maybe 29, five years older than I said the haunting words, "sorry to tell you the test is positive". I looked down I was in the room with only the doctor. Tears came then I had flashbacks of all those asses I double dipped in. I couldn't deny where I've been. " Actually, where have you been the past five years? That is when you needed to get tested because you're not HIV positive, you are full blown AIDS. You might have six months to live but here's all this info and it should prepare you for the end." I walk out with the big blue book in my hand and without saying a word Phil gives a huge that I wish didn't end. In the waiting room we hugged and cried then laughed it off knowing the bar was 30 mins away. The rest is a blurry I went into full blackout upon blackoutbitch mode.
The last year Phillip was alive: I didn't see much of him. I know he had to move one more time and was still partying. Last time we drank together he invited two guys over for a three way in his apartment. As high as his mouth jaws can chew his own teeth down. He asked me to join them for group sex. I was shocked because we weren't like that. I'm like ' Phil you are losing it, no way will I join them or you! You're high and that hustler Gino is no good for you he's gonna get you killed next?!!!!? I was so upset and fell asleep in the living room alone. When I had woke my leather jacket was gone and Phil says yeah I gave to the guy to pay for drugs.
I couldn't handle it and I didn't see him until I got sober in 1996 I was 26 years embodied. At the time I was recovering at my parents house. Phil would call me on the phone and we'd talk and he'd always encourage me to get better and stay sober. Four months or so after I got sober I begged mom to give me a ride to see Phillip at his new apartment, without Gino at his side like his lost puppy. My mom bought him a cherry pie to give him. I'm not sure what got into her how kind and sympathetic to my sick friend who now had developed Pneumocystic pneumonia, one of the most deadliest common cause of gay men in the early 90's. Phil was now retired from his pre-op job and left on medical leave and was to never to go back. He was only 45 years formed.
As he used crack and meth his health deteriorated and so did the apartments he lived in. One by one each move was a darker dungeon. We drove up to the address he gave my mom over the phone. She parked and I thought she'd wait in the car but she got out of the car and followed behind me without a word between us.
When I got to the door I had not seen him in over six months. He opened the door and it was someone I didn't know. A thin man wrapped in a robe and slippers , ' Hi Chris, please come in'. Instantly I was concerned to get germs in his apartment I stepped back and said I think I'll just stand here.' The face was green yellowish, its eyes were sunken in. A long pronounced coughed was rejected from his dried chapped lips. I covered my mouth for protection. Mom silenced herself by walking away after saying , "Phillip get better OK!" And went back to the car. I was so afraid I didn't know what to do. He acknowledged the concern in my eyes and said, 'there's no need to stick around if you're afraid I might get you sick' " I wanted to see you and tell you I'm sober now and I'll be okay now. I want us to be best buddies again once you get well. You took me in when I felt unloved by my own blood family and I will never forget that. You mean the world to me Mr. Johnson, the man who was the first person I met at the gay bar. Dance lights. Big backyard bbqs. Keggers that were notoriously well known and loved.
Our eyes met (no hug) and promised each after he gets well we will both travel the country in a RV together into the sunset.
3 days later I had a phone call that Phil was dead. It was a friend of a friend of a friend who called me. As the years went on I put some of the pieces together. No one wanted to hurt my feelings. By mouth in the gay community word traveled fast. Phillip was found with a pillow over his face and with a needle in his arm or near by. His TV and money were gone. Phil didn't shoot up. I learned that Phillip moved that many times from place to place to hide from Gino but somehow word got out and Gino found him for the guy who would supply. Phil took the bate every time. Gino today is now M.I.A. and AWOL.
The small apartment he last lived in is only two blocks over from my apartment today. I walk my dog by there at night and pass it, whisper the words, 'I miss you Phil let's walk the dog together now. I've come to get you...' + O +
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As James Baldwin observed, maintaining white comfort prevents genuine confrontation with injustice, a principle that applies directly to LGBTQ+ liberation. The historical record shows that the movement's most transformative moments occurred when activists rejected respectability in favor of confrontational tactics.
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