Rick M

Not going to answer random questions... Accept the evidence as it stands! Sometimes I roll the dice with strangers because there is something (inharmoniously) alluring about them. Sometimes I'm just seeking to expand my research database. And I did make an emotional connection here, even though it didn't lead to anything enduring or particularly meaningful.

I am filing this "review" anonymously because I don't think my encounter with the subject is typical, and I'm afraid some readers may misinterpret my reason for posting. My experience with X forced to me reevaluate some of my perceptions about escorting, for this is a case, I'm sure, of a person who would cultivate other fields if he could only escape his current sinkhole. I met X at his place. He was an hour late running a mercy mission for his ex-boyfriend, but I was not in a rush, so I waited for him in the neighborhood. Turned out that he and this boyfriend had broken up recently, and that event was one of a number of negatives weighing on his mind. His apartment was dark and messy; he was between jobs (another burden) and I got the impression that I was inconveniencing him. Physically he's slim and boyish, not my "type," as I prefer rugged, robust, and muscular humans. All the same, I went ahead with the session. We got to talking. I was a little put off by his attitude, which is ironic and smart-ass. He loves to contradict and challenge opinions, but then, so do I. We got into it on his sofa, and later, with rollicking intensity, we continued the athletic foreplay on his bed. Although limited to kissing and body contact, we had a good time; nothing else happened, which is only disappointing in retrospect: I didn't get all the menu items I wanted. Truly distressing was the phase during which he passed out. I could not get a response out of him. I began imagining the ultimate scenario in which I call 911 and summon the EMTs. But since he was still breathing--perhaps in a shallow fashion, yet similar to normal sleep--I decided to give him time to recover. I pushed his inert body to one side and went hunting for my clothes. After ten minutes or so, he revived and walked out into the living room without a trace of grogginess. (At that time I was still 73% zonked, and although I had remained conscious throughout, he claimed that it was I who had gone completely under!) I conclude from all this, and conversations with other "low end" providers within the last year, that there is a whole stratum of guys struggling and barely keeping total insolvency at bay through their underground gig economy; in contrast, their "high end" counterparts--a more polished, prosperous, mobile tribe--seem to be successful in their trade (with or without another paying occupation). My instincts in the past might have directed me toward a half- or even full-ass rescue operation, but if you are familiar with my article about a particular personal funding fiasco, I am now far less likely to intervene.

Here's my follow-up: write me for the details. Truth be told, I haven't made up my mind about him yet.

Ok, y'all have focused on kissing, but kissing is a dicey proposition in all 3 categories. (My ex, who is as gay as they come, abhorred kissing and refused any lip proximity.) I'm talking about being "into" male-male sex in general, or at least play-acting the part so well it doesn't make a difference.

I don't want to sound unfair or damning by categorization, but a recent experience leads me to revisit the subject of my sexual compatibility with guys who call themselves straight vs. bi vs. gay. First of all, my own encounters have forced me to conclude that straight men cannot pull off a convincing scene with gay men--it's a wasted effort when they try to emulate a level of intimacy greater than posing, looking pretty, or getting their cocks sucked. A real difficulty arises in judging bisexuals... Unless one has done the deed with a bi individual, one can't predict how rewarding a fuck will be. The data I've accumulated suggests a flake rate of roughly 50%. Sure, there are gay providers who are flaky (unreliable, not in the moment), but I get the sense from them that they are having a bad day, or they are fried from drugs. Half the bi guys I've met exhibit deep-seated, perpetual wishy-washiness: they want your money, but can't bring themselves to put in the grunt work to earn it. Latest example: a simple request for phone sex. The provider set up a time, then canceled. Renegotiated, then postponed over and over. Came up with excuses involving his dog or muddling his massage appointments. I had to give up on him. There are hints in his RM profile and related media that he is more of a ladies' man, anyway. Therefore, in the future I will be scrutinizing and (if I can) screening any prospective escort, for either a physical or virtual engagement, who lists that nebulous middle ground as his orientation. My sincere apologies to any dualists reading this who take pride in satisfying their own sex.

Funny, massages do nothing for me. In fact, they make me uncomfortable.

My hiring patterns are highly erratic. As of today, I haven't made an appointment with anyone for at least a year. Now, suddenly, I'm anxious, so I may binge at a rate of once every 2 weeks or so. Sometimes my sexual energy just isn't there. And if I do have an assignation, I have to put a lot of effort into preliminaries and accessories. These requirements extend beyond what others might consider the usual; plus, I have to travel by bus/train and walk to the hosting professional. (Don't lecture me about the expediency of taxis and Ubers!) All this fuss results in 2 disadvantages: a strong desire to book far in advance (something most providers shy away from) and becoming subject to weather and last-minute delays and cancellations. I'm still searching for my ideal local go-to guy, but thus far my best matches live elsewhere and visit infrequently, if at all.

Thicker... That's appealing, too! The effort should be rewarding for both players.

I've always wanted to get buggered by a sizable (8" at least) member with a considerable crook in it. Just to find out if it hits any undiscovered pleasure spots.

Haven't yet. Appointment mid-month. Will post a follow-up then.

I looked past the supposed sniping and thought "cumdump... Utterly appealing!" I don't care what he does in his free time, but I hope when I meet him later this month (fingers crossed) he'll cum in me!

As counterpoint to my original story, I should add that I have given smaller, short-term loans to another provider, which he paid back faithfully. I have also paid off the automobile loans of two different boyfriends and allowed them to repay me in installments with lower interest rates. The success of these exercises may have influenced my attitude in the present case.

I haven't mentioned money in any of my communications. Regardless, for all I know, he may have blocked my texts. (I have other ways of tracking/reaching him, but I don't want to freak him out.) As a sort of collateral, he left something personal (but worthless to anyone else) in my care.

Lawyer? Hell no, the money isn't the important thing. And parsing out $ wouldn't have worked, he was too far in the red. When I die, my executor (a real moneygrubber) can try to recapture it.

I hesitate to post this in case the subject recognizes me and takes umbrage, but to him I reiterate I do not hold him responsible, and in fact, I still trust him. A while back I engaged a provider several times. We seemed to get along well, and when he revealed he was in financial difficulty, I offered to bail him out of debt. I drew up some papers to formalize the transaction, and went to the bank with him to oversee a transfer of funds. I will not cite the exact amount, but it was a considerable sum. There is no hard due date on repayment. He left town the week after, and I asked him to stay in touch. This is the disturbing part: whether he is embarrassed to acknowledge his reliance on my generosity, or if he is simply scamming me (though I know his debt was real and he needed help), he has refused to reply to any message I send him. I don't want to exert pressure on him, but I do have an ongoing interest in his well-being, and wish to support him emotionally if he would allow it. I now attempt to write him twice a year. Each time I reaffirm that I am not looking for reimbursement. I hope some day he takes my earnestness to heart and writes back even it's to say "I'm doing okay."