Worlds Colliding

[namchebaz]

After reading Tonkyo's post about an escort that was more interested in what Tonkyo does for a living than taking care of the more immediate business at hand, I decided to describe a situation situation I experienced earlier this year that had a happy ending but I definitely did not see it coming.

 

I had booked several hours with a very well reviewed escort in another part of the country from where I live. During the course of our play, we discovered that we both work in the same field (in his other job, not his escorting job!), but as I'm 20 years older than him, I've progressed to a level where he'd like to be someday (and I have little doubt that he will.) In fact, we discovered that through a series of interesting business coincidences, we have a number of contacts in common, and I have since found myself on conference calls with him, and wouldn't be surprised to be sitting across a conference table from him at some point in the near future.

 

That blows my mind a little. A lot actually.

 

As we were figuring all this out, he was very professional, and really charming about it, and saved his questions about work for the dinner we had planned after playtime, where he asked to add me to his "business friends" network on linked to talk about professional stuff or seek advice about the field, or grad school, or whatever periodically -- which I happily agreed to do. That also necessitated him telling me his real name, which I thought represented a great degree of trust, that I of course, would never violate.

 

This was all a completely unexpected coincidence, but one that makes me smile whenever we're having a professional conversation that involves other people, because it's not easy for me to separate the smoking hot man I know in bed, with the young high achiever I see in the other setting. I hope it won't complicate matters for me to ask to see him again as a client when I'm back in his area. Because that's definitely on my todo list.

 

I wonder if anyone's ever had a similar situation where two worlds not only collided, but completely intersected...in a good, but totally surprising way?

[+ purplekow]

Last week I hired an escort from an agency. As soon as he arrived, I recognized that he was some one I had met before. He was in the wedding party of two weddings which I attended and he was at my place of business several times to see a friend that worked for me. One time, we sat and had lunch together while his friend finished work. I felt an attraction back then, which was about 10 years ago. I have no idea if he was an escort then or not. A week or two after that lunch, I hired my first escort. That was partially triggered by my several days of thinking back on that sexy man at lunch and his hot ass as he walked out.

During our encounter, he asked a few questions and quickly discovered this information.

It was odd at first and it did take a bit to get down to business. He was very gracious in saying that I could take as much time as I would need, considering the circumstances. After a drink or two, (I am not a drinker) I was ready to plow ahead. The evening went well and I am expecting to see him this weekend.

[namchebaz]

After a drink or two, (I am not a drinker) I was ready to plow ahead.

 

"Plow ahead"...that creates a vibrant image in my mind!

[rvwnsd]

Many years ago I enrolled in a training class through my employer. I arrived early and in walks the instructor - a guy whom I blew and rimmed on a very regular basis. More than one time during the class I thought "I know how your c*m tastes," but neither of us let on that we knew each other. As I was walking to my car he caught up with me and mentioned he could feel himself getting hard the entire class. He followed me to my place and we had a very nice suck/rim session.

[+ purplekow]

"Plow ahead"...that creates a vibrant image in my mind!

Pick you words carefully and you paint a picture without so much as an extra stroke.

[+ poolboy48220]

The closest I've come to this is a young guy who was a third to a couple friends of mine. He gave me a postcard from one of his photo sessions. They parted ways years ago, and about a year ago, I ran into him at work. We've discussed our mutual friends (we've both lost touch with them since) but nothing more than that.

 

A friend from a different job told me he'd been friends with Blake Harper (big in porn around the late 90's / early 00's) growing up. They met for lunch when my friend visited California, and Blake was getting a lot of attention in the restaurant - he finally told him "I'm kind of famous" and explained why. I never did wangle an introduction :-(

[bostonman]

I haven't hired anyone I know (yet, lol), but do know several colleagues who place ads on rentboy/backpage fairly often. (They are a couple, but it seems they tend to hire separately, though they might do 3-somes too.) One tends to place ads more than the other, and part of me has always been a bit curious about trying something with him, but so far I haven't taken the initiative. I don't think either of them knows that I know.

 

I did have an odd moment last summer - I saw a rentboy ad from a cute-looking collegiate type - and I thought he looked a little familiar, but couldn't place him in my mind. I wrote him a short message, and he responded back - with an email address that used his real name, which I immediately recognized. OOPS - he was actually a former student of mine (before he switched colleges). I wrestled with the idea of meeting him - weighing his looks (plus) against the personality I remember (minus) against the awkwardness either one of us might feel if we did meet (minus) against the thrill of that situation (plus, sorta)...I finally decided it just wasn't worth it.

 

I did, however, once have an interesting "arrangement" with a colleague. We had worked together some years ago, and more recently we noticed each other on Manhunt, and started a rapport there, first non-sexually, but then I asked if he'd be into meeting up sometime for sex. (He basically just wanted to get sucked off - a lot - and I was game for that.) He seemed up for it, but logistically (schedules, distance, his having a partner, etc) we found it hard to find a time to meet, etc.

 

THEN - one time he got in touch with me about an actual business matter, but one that would give him a legit reason to make the time to drive to me for an appointment. And as we talked, the idea of a "trade" came up - first jokingly, but then we both decided, "why not?" So we went for it - we decided that instead of his paying me my full fee for MY services, that I'd blow him in exchange. All I can say is that it worked out so well, that we wound up doing the same thing again another time. VERY worth it, on all accounts.

[Nvr2Thick]

I attended three days of meetings with a visiting consultant for a software package our company was installing. The consultant was a tall, well-built mature black man in his late 20's. I noted to myself that his professional dress pushed the envelope a bit, and by the last day others were saying the same thing. The cut, color, fit and style of his dress shirts was more appropriate to upscale clubbing, and he wore his shirt untucked and with the top three buttons open. His slacks were cut tight, showing off his ass and ample package quite well. I think his attire would work in some areas of business and in larger cities, but it was not a universal corporate look. He was quite a distraction for me because he was so good looking and obviously well-hung, and his body was so blatantly on display.

 

I had noticed the first day that he was wearing a tight silky-looking burgundy tank undershirt under a shiny grey dress shirt. His socks matched the undershirt.

 

A few days after he left I found a local Backpage male escort ad with two pictures of a guy in the burgundy undershirt and socks, handling a huge hard dick under black silk boxers. His head was cropped off, but his body was spectacular. The ad was posted the day his group got to town. The area code for the ad's phone number coincided with the state of the visiting consultants' company headquarters.

 

I view him as the one that got away because I had lusted after him and mentally undressed him in three days of meetings. In his ad, however, he was open to females, males, and couples, which would have been a deal-breaker normally. And I wouldn't have had the balls to call him if I saw the ad the evening after the first meeting.

[gallahadesquire]

Only slightly off topic:

 

There was a fellow on manhunt who was pleasing to the eyes. I think we might have passed notes a time or two.

 

I wound up in hospital with a serious hip infection. I was discharged to rehab, and who was my nurses aide, who

had to wipe my ass? Yup.

 

Neither of us ever mentioned it.

[namchebaz]

Thanks, Gentlemen, for the fun stories.

 

I'll end this thread I started with a story similar to gallahadesquire's that happened tonight: I've just now returned from midnight mass. One of the men in the choir was someone I traded messages with several times just yesterday on scruff. He shaved his scruff for mass but there's absolutely no doubt it was him. If we ever do meet and do any of the things we messaged about, it would likely land us both on the naughty list. Disclaimer: It's an episcopal church so on second thought, maybe it's not that big of a coincidence, haha.

 

Merry Christmas.

God bless us every one.

 

PS: No offense to episcopalians. I am one. Sort've.

[rvwnsd]

.. It's an episcopal church so on second thought, maybe it's not that big of a coincidence, haha.

 

Merry Christmas.

God bless us every one.

 

PS: No offense to episcopalians. I am one. Sort've.

 

I always say the Episcopal church is diet Catholicism: All the faith, but none of the guilt.

[gallahadesquire]

I always say the Episcopal church is diet Catholicism: All the faith, but none of the guilt.

 

Twice the ritual; half the guilt.

[gallahadesquire]

Twice the ritual; half the guilt.

 

The Church to which I feel closest is a Veddy High Anglocatholic parish in Boston.

They reserve a pew for the Royal Family.

 

To quote namchebaz (sorry, I can't do multiple quotes):

 

I'll end this thread I started with a story similar to gallahadesquire's that happened tonight: I've just now returned from midnight mass. One of the men in the choir was someone I traded messages with several times just yesterday on scruff. He shaved his scruff for mass but there's absolutely no doubt it was him. If we ever do meet and do any of the things we messaged about,

it would likely land us both on the naughty list. Disclaimer: It's an episcopal church so on second thought, maybe it's not that big of a coincidence, haha.

 

It used to be said that if you cruised the choir, they would cruise back.

And truly INCREDIBLE music

 

On a more serious note:

I spend two years in the Volunteer (i.e., early morning) (i.e., Rite 2) choir, in the stalls.

Participating in such worship from such a position was the most spiritual time

of my life.