Okay, most of us have hired escorts. But is there one special one that stands out? One that you especially remember? Names are not important, but if you care to, share with us what makes that one, special guy stand out from the crowd. Here’s mine:
I had hired escorts for a few years, mostly on business trips, but wasn’t able to find anyone nearby on a regular basis. And then I saw “Jeff” on a now-defunct escort site. He lived in a university town about 20 minutes away. We exchanged several emails and set a date. I always like to find out something “interesting” about my selection in advance - helps break the ice sometimes. Found out that Jeff loved chocolate ”anything“ and was a grad student working on his doctorate. Let’s just say that his area of study meshed nicely with my career, so that was a big plus. Armed with a Godiva sampler, he greeted me at his place wearing a tank top and running shorts. Of Asian and Nordic ancestry, he was drop-dead gorgeous, with cropped jet black hair and finely chiseled features - model quality. He enthusiastically accepted the candy and we shared a few pieces, as I probably slobbered all over myself, trying to stop staring at this beautiful man. After the small talk, he invited me to the bedroom, where on the dresser was a pitcher of iced tea and some glasses, and told me to relax and he’d be right back. So I had a drink, took off some clothes and sat on the end of the bed. After a good 5 minutes, I was beginning to wonder, but he did shout out a few times apologizing for the delay. And then the door opened. Jeff had asked via email what I liked in terms of attire, scene, etc. And did he ever do his homework! He had slipped on a black leather biker jacket, and was wearing a pair of tight, slightly ripped 501 jeans, and vintage leather army boots laced up to just below the knees. They were spit-polished to perfection. He cocked his head and asked if I liked what I saw. Rather than wait for an answer, he drew my face close and slid his tongue down my throat. He pulled away, turned around and slowly unzipped and removed the jacket, and turned back around. Beautifully tanned and ripped, he was stunning. He tossed the jacket to me and had me put it on. Then he came close again and invited me to undo the buttons on the jeans. As they came open, Jeff had on an old-fashioned jockstrap just like we wore in gym class. His cock was at full mast, but he made me wait. Next, we sort of traded places while I had a lot of fun unlacing and removing the boots and eventually slipped off the jeans. By this time all that was left was the jock, which I carefully removed with my teeth. And that’s how I met Jeff. We had a monthly “date” for the next year and a half, when he completed his degree and moved away. We stayed in contact for several months afterward until I got “the” email, that he’d met someone and it was getting serious. I still think about him. His cologne, his banter, the leather jacket, our fondness for chocolate. And when I see a hot guy in a biker jacket, the memories come right back.
Tbh I haven’t gone through the entire thread, so apologies if these have already been posted.. (I’m guessing they have) but I love this guy Seth and I love all of these Japanese massage videos..
