More Than What I Paid For

I have already described to Gay Demon readers my male escort and gross indecency experience . I indicated that I lost my virginity in ten minutes at the age of 27, with a young cynical male prostitute, and ended up before a court judge in 1975. Almost 50 years later, I again called upon a male escort to satisfy my sex drive. The experience was way more pleasant, more expensive too but definitely more rewarding.

At 27, I lived in Ottawa, the capital of Canada; at 76, I now live in Toronto, the metropolis of the country. In major cities like Montréal, Toronto, Vancouver, Calgary and Québec City, Rent Men has a fleet of gay or bisexual escorts, as well as gay friendly masseurs, even male porn stars. I shopped online to find Mr. Right. The fee for in-call, outcall or overnight stay does not pose a problem because I no longer travel abroad and therefore save at least $5,000 per year. The rates go from 250 (in-call) to 2,500 (overnight) in Canadian dollars.

Each escort provides basic information (age, height, weight, cock size, cut or uncut), plus a short presentation and a list of what he is into (Anal, Oral, Bondage, Leather, Muscle, Role play, etc.). The one who caught my attention the most was a man called Ryan (definitely not his real name). He was listed under the heading Hunk Stud. Ryan is 30 years-old, weighs 190 pounds (87.5 kg), measures 6-foot 4 (196 cm), and has a 7-inch cut cock (18 cm). This Mediterranean bisexual hairy Top is originally from Turkey. He mentions black hair but he was completely shaven when he showed up. Ryan’s eyes are amber, he’s a non-smoker, is HIV negative and has no piercings. His profile indicates no tattoos but he has a temporary one on his right bicep.

Contrary to most escorts, Ryan does not offer a face pic unless you agree to become a paid member of Rent Men. However, a comment left by a former client mentions how handsome he is. Ryan’s presentation reads: “dominant, passionate, hunk, educated and non-judgemental; every encounter with me is intended to be a life-enhancing experience”. Under the section I am into…, what I first look for is Kissing and Rimming, which are listed. I like the fact that he mentions Oral, Daddy, Nipples, Armpits and Muscle. The more I read, the more I’m getting excited. The jackpot, so to speak, is this three-word phrase: Tight faded jeans. It’s one of my deepest fetishes, along with jockstraps.  

When I finally decide to call Ryan, he agrees to come over the following evening. His in-call and outcall rates for one hour are the same: 350$CAN (255$US or 238 Euros). When he walks in, I’m not only impressed by his height – I not often meet guys taller than me (6’2”) – but by his looks. A former client had mentioned how Ryan was handsome; he is rather fuckin gorgeous and so virile. As requested, he is wearing tight faded blue jeans. I immediately kiss him on the lips and slap his small tight butt. We head to the bedroom and I ask him to kneel down so that I can caress and spank his behind. I have been aroused by butts in tight faded blue jeans ever since I got a pair of Wranglers and ever since I admired a worker in that attire on our farm. The more I give him virile blows, the more he moans with pleasure.

When I start stripping him of his jeans, I discover what I had suggested in an email to confirm our meeting time and place: Ryan’s bulge is wrapped in a jockstrap. Not a black nor a red color gear like mine, but a traditional white athletic Bike jock with sweat, cum and piss stains. This hardens my small cut dick, and I push my face straight into the intoxicating knitted fabric. The smell of a cock and what it leaves dripping drive me crazy; this confirms that manhood deserves to be honored, regardless of the price. So far, tight jeans and stained jockstrap are well worth in themselves $350.

After having sniffed every square inch of his gear, after having chewed his balls and bitten his wrapped cock, I pull down the curtain, so to speak, and start applauding with my tongue and mouth. He tries to face-fuck me but I tell him not to push his dagger in; I want to swallow its thickness at my pace and nibble on his pink mushroom. Talking of nibbling, I gradually lick his hairy chiseled stomach and reach his nipples that I suck like a hungry baby. The musky smell of his armpits arouses me; more sniffing and licking in store. It’s heaven on earth and I haven’t eaten his ass yet.

I adore a guy sitting on my face. I always start by sniffing his crack. Ryan unfortunately shaved his entire butt, crack included. The virile aroma is still there because he showered in the morning, not an hour before coming over at 7 PM. I then bite his butt cheeks and begin the licking and tongue-twisting. We both moan with pleasure. I stop to tell him: “it’s amazing how a shit hole can taste so good; I think if you farted, I would just find it a little spicier”. When I eat a guy’s butt, I like to kiss alternatively on the ass hole and on the lips, mixing arse and face juice. I am admirably well served by Rent Men’s “Hunk Stud”.

From rimming we go to passionate hugging, caressing and kissing. We pause now and then to chat. Ryan tells me that his full-time job is private security guard, and that he is obviously not looking for a romantic relationship. He is available for mild to wild encounters with men, women and couples, no sentimental attachment. When we position ourselves for a 69, I tell him that I do not cum easily and that I don’t usually swallow a sex partner’s jizz. I suck feverishly his cock, pause a couple of seconds for a special request: “Squeeze my balls, don’t be afraid to slap them.” When continue and between two slurps, I say: “Feeling both your tenderness and your manhood is what comes first, not cumming.”

It all ends up with me recognizing that he out-performed himself. He is happy to have been able to satisfy my needs and I give him seven bills of $50 which he does not bother to count.