When INCALL May Be a Tad Deceptive as in Cloak and Dagger

[jusmeinbr]

Ever went to an escort who openly encouraged "incall," only to find facilitating same was cloak and dagger? It has happened to me twice.

 

Once, escort had a roommate who was paying the rent but who knew he was escorting (and who wanted to establish a relationship with the escort but the escort said there was simply "no chemistry"). The roommate, however, was extremely displeased that the escort was providing services from within his townhome.

 

I was only told of this bombshell "incall" arrangement after I'd driven 80 miles and was about to park my vehicle. The escort relayed that his roommate had stated he was going to permit it "this time," but that I was not to speak to him upon entering. When I entered, roommate made it clear by his facial stare at the escort that he was FURIOUS, but he let us proceed upstairs to the escort's bedroom. I was a tad concerned that roommate may decide at any time he was too mad to permit this and may cause a disruption mid-session, but luckily we had our fun and I got to exit without incident.

 

Second occasion is very recent (as in last week). Escort is a tenant (didn't reveal that to me beforehand and dropped that bombshell notice to me right before the end of my 80-mile drive) in a duplex and owner lives in adjoining room of the unit with other tenants toward the rear in other unit. Escort advised to please, upon arrival, phone him, which I did. He stood by the door and waited to give me the signal to come in. We darted straight to his bedroom. Upon conclusion, he told me to wait just behind the bedroom door. He then went out and ensured the "coast was clear," before signaling I could quickly depart. He waived goodbye as I made my exit. His bedroom was literally only about four feet from the entrance on the right-hand side. I left, but that was a tad too much drama for me, so I won't be going back to that particular setting.

 

Just wondering if any other escort clients found that "incall" had a, shall we say, unique undisclosed meaning to it?

 

Kevin

[Tonyko]

I had a "scort with a basement apartment that turned out to be his PARENT'S basement WHO were HOME and ALL of this was only disclosed to me (in 2 rushed sentences) as MOM came down the stairs to get laundry. Doubt you, I or anyone would go along with these arrangements IF disclosed in ADVANCE. Hence it being sprung on us once we're THERE.

[bobchitown]

I once had an incall where the "roommate" (never clear about the actual relationship) was in the living room and us in the bedroom. Very odd.

[+ sam.fitzpatrick]

I have frequently received massages from one guy in town. Over the years, he has been in and out of relationships. On one visit, a dog greeted joined the masseur at the door. I asked about it and was told that it was his new roommate's dog. A couple of visits later, I was surprised to be introduced to the roommate as I was coming down stairs after the massage.

[cooldemo03]

I remember seeing an escort once where I went to his hotel room, (expecting him to be alone of course) but he had a friend there with him. Not sure if he was a boyfriend or just friend, but I was surprised. The friend went into the bathroom for the full hour I was there. Odd situation to say the least.

[+ SundayZip]

Not exactly an InCall story, but I'll tell it anyway.

 

During my first and only visit to the Boardwalk in Ft Lauderdale, I met a hot, Brazilian dancer and took him back to my hotel for some quality time. When he learned that I planned to drive down to Miami Beach the next day, he volunteered to be my tour guide. His price was very reasonable and I figured it would be fun, so I agreed. The next day on the way down, he asked me to take a detour in North Miami to a townhouse that he was renovating with his dad. He wanted to leave off the money he had earned the last couple of days (which I suppose included some money from me). We got to the townhouse and he insisted that I come in and meet his dad. It was weird, but he apparently told his dad a sanitized version of the truth... that he met me the night before working at the Boardwalk and I was acting as my tour guide for Miami Beach (I suspect he left out the part about fucking me silly). Then he left me with his dad for a half hour while he ran some errands. The dad showed me the town house and all the changes he was making. It ended up being kind of cool given that I had done some home renovation myself. We got to compare notes about flooring, bathroom tiles and all that stuff. I did not bother to tell the dad about how much I enjoyed licking his son's awesome ass and big, beautiful boner.

[tom1980]

Not sure if I've shared this story on here before, but I've told a couple of escorts about it when I saw them in person. I met a young escort a couple years ago at his house. While we were in his bedroom, his roommates (who I didn't know about) came home. As I was getting ready to leave, he told me his roommates would be furious if they knew I'd been there. Since said roommates were in the kitchen eating dinner, he told me I couldn't leave through either the front or back door without them seeing me. Therefore, the escort asked me to climb out his bathroom window, cross the backyard in the dark, and exit through the back gate into the alley. When I objected, he told me his roommates might attack and beat us both up if they saw me trying to leave through the front door. Being in Texas, I told him I'd rather risk being beaten up than shot at if they mistook me for a prowler in the backyard. After he assured me they didn't have any guns and begged me not to get us both beaten up, I finally consented to his plan.

 

Although I ripped my shorts open climbing out the bathroom window, we were able to sneak across the backyard and into the alley behind the house without further incident. Preoccupied by my fear of getting beaten up and having to come up with an explanation for my wife and the general excitement of making an "adventurous" exit, I forgot to leave behind the escort's fee for our time together. I didn't realize it until I had driven off, and the guy texted me to ask where I'd left his money. I had grown furious and indignant by then. Since I refused to meet him in the alley, I offered to walk up to the front door, ring the doorbell, and give him the money in front of his roommates. He declined and told me I could "make it up" to him "next time." I wonder if he's still waiting for "next time" to happen.

[BabyBoomer]

Not sure if I've shared this story on here before, but I've told a couple of escorts about it when I saw them in person. I met a young escort a couple years ago at his house. While we were in his bedroom, his roommates (who I didn't know about) came home. As I was getting ready to leave, he told me his roommates would be furious if they knew I'd been there. Since said roommates were in the kitchen eating dinner, he told me I couldn't leave through either the front or back door without them seeing me. Therefore, the escort asked me to climb out his bathroom window, cross the backyard in the dark, and exit through the back gate into the alley. When I objected, he told me his roommates might attack and beat us both up if they saw me trying to leave through the front door. Being in Texas, I told him I'd rather risk being beaten up than shot at if they mistook me for a prowler in the backyard. After he assured me they didn't have any guns and begged me not to get us both beaten up, I finally consented to his plan.

 

Although I ripped my shorts open climbing out the bathroom window, we were able to sneak across the backyard and into the alley behind the house without further incident. Preoccupied by my fear of getting beaten up and having to come up with an explanation for my wife and the general excitement of making an "adventurous" exit, I forgot to leave behind the escort's fee for our time together. I didn't realize it until I had driven off, and the guy texted me to ask where I'd left his money. I had grown furious and indignant by then. Since I refused to meet him in the alley, I offered to walk up to the front door, ring the doorbell, and give him the money in front of his roommates. He declined and told me I could "make it up" to him "next time." I wonder if he's still waiting for "next time" to happen.

Hilarious! I have one question. How did you explain / dispose of the ripped shorts?

 

~ Boomer ~

[tom1980]

Hilarious! I have one question. How did you explain / dispose of the ripped shorts?

 

~ Boomer ~

 

That's more like two questions. When I took the shorts off to get ready for bed, I threw them in the trash. My wife never asked, so I never had to give her an explanation.

[Diverdan]

I have only had similar experiences with masseurs. In one case, I arrived at his apartment and it was apparent there was a party going on in the back of the house. He told me they all knew what he did for a living and after the massage and fun was concluded, he invited me to join the party and have a drink with him and his friends. I declined, but later wished I had stayed.

 

One another occasion with an escort, he told me that he had a room mate, but they both gave massages and both escorted and each had a separate room for giving massages, and used their own bedrooms for the escorting time, which was true. It turned out they were room-mates, but denied anything further in their relationship. I felt very comfortable in that situation and the room mate/masseur/escort was very gracious when I arrived and when I departed.

 

If I am going to someone's place, I always ask if there is anyone else living with the masseur or escort, just so I won't be surprised !!

[Nvr2Thick]

One of the first escorts I hired shared a large, classy old top-floor Manhattan one bedroom apartment with one or two other guys. I was a little bit put off when I knocked on his door and the guy took the time to introduce me to his two buddies by name in the living room before bringing me into the bedroom to play. We had a nice time though, and afterward he explained the living situation; that the bedroom really belong to one of the other guys (so we had been fucking in his roommate's bed). The escort slept in a tent out on the balcony. This apartment had a very big balcony, and he had set up a tent within a tent to provide insulation. The tent was a large two-man tent set up nicely with a cot or pallet, I think a little dresser, and some electric via extension cord. He took me out to show it to me (past the two guys in the living room) and we hung out there and talked. We made out on the cot for a while, and I thought he might fuck me again but he wrapped up the (long) session and sent me on my way. He seemed to really like me, and even suggested that we might hang out sometime. I never pursued it and neither did he.

 

Over a year later I met up with another escort and things started to feel familiar. It didn't click until we were fucking, but I was back in the same one bedroom apartment getting pounded by the roommate. When we were done I noted that I had been here before and had been with his roommate with the tent. The escort said that I was right and that his roommate was out on the balcony. He offered to take me out to meet him, but at the time I didn't see the point.

 

This one wasn't really cloak and dagger, but it challenged my expectations of hiring escorts as being private and anonymous. Up until that point I was also unfamiliar with these types of creative living situations.

 

 

 

In the early 90's I met an escort in Hoboken who posted both vanilla total top and BDSM ads in the Advocate Classifieds. He lived in a well-kept, luxurious historic apartment building. The apartment was amazing with 14 foot ceilings, two bedrooms, spacious kitchen, huge old bathroom, living room, study, and a large formal dining room that was being used as a playroom. The escort introduced me to his "roommate" in passing as we made our way through the living room. The escort was well-built and in his early 30's, and the roommate was in his late 50's or older. Roommate looked up from his cigarette and magazine and nodded and smiled, but I appreciated that this was just his way of getting me into the playroom without ignoring the guy we were walking past. I got the impression that they were a couple and that this had been a sugar-daddy relationship that had evolved.

 

Everything about this apartment reeked of tasteful, gay money. The playroom was this fabulous old dining room, complete with butler's pantry, and closed off with the original 10 foot dual pocket doors. It had been professionally painted dark gray with lighter gray on the elaborate moldings. A huge antique buffet and armoire housed an array of BDSM equipment. A frame for a sling had been constructed to suit the architecture of the room, and under the dimmed grand crystal chandelier an over-the-top antique French bed had been painted black and custom accented in studded leather, with a faux-leather sheet. Hardware for bondage had been integrated with great care.

 

The escort was a sexual beast. He was 6'3, built and horsehung, and he was one of those guys who looked amazing in clothes and even bigger and more impressive naked. I was very hung up on hairy men, but he seemed kind of grossly hairy when his shirt came off -- though it all came together once he started to work me over. I had called his vanilla ad, but he really pushed my limits as an abusive dominant top. Up until that point I was used to getting fucked by hung guys who would back off if I found that they were too big or too aggressive. This guy refused to tone it down. His attitude was, "You wanted me, and you're going to get what you wanted." I was in way over my head, overwhelmed, and at times wondered if I should be trying to run away. I was in this cycle of resisting and then submitting to his aggression, and when I became too passive he forced me to be a more responsive active bottom. While I had had regrets several times during the long session I found that I was extremely excited and satisfied when he finally got off, and I was kind of sorry it was over.

 

During the session I had noticed the smell of cigarette smoke. I was way too caught up in what this guy was doing to me to give it much thought. When we were done, however, I found that both doors to the dining/playroom had been opened wide. As the escort led me to the bathroom his roommate was brooding, smoking by the fireplace with his sweater removed, his dress shirt open, shoes off, and his belt undone. He had probably been in the room watching us the whole time. While in the shower I could hear the two of them speaking. When I got out of the shower and made my way back to my clothes in the playroom they were both in the living room. The roommate was smoking by the fireplace, but now his shirt was off. The escort was apart and waiting to host me back to my clothes, but he was still naked and his dick was rock hard again, and wet with spit.

 

The escort closed the doors to the playroom and helped me find all my clothes, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry. He was friendly and gentle, and he hung out with me on the bed and cuddled for a bit. My head was still spinning from the fuck, and I was tired and sore, and a little freaked out by the roommate being around. The escort said that he really had enjoyed being with me, and that his roommate thought I was hot. He said that they both wanted me to spend the night in their bed. He explained that he'd fuck me again once or twice, and that his roommate would be in bed but wouldn't join in because he wasn't physically able to do much sexually. I declined, and he tried to seduce or pressure me into changing my mind until I finally pulled away and started to get dressed. As reality had settled in I realized that I was actually quite worried that he had hurt me pretty badly having fucked me so roughly and so deep, and I was really starting to regret having let him fuck me without a condom and cum in me. I needed to leave and reflect on all that was amazing and scary about that intense encounter.

 

I had taken the whole daddy/roommate scene in stride. Still, they took quite a few liberties with the escort/client relationship.

[+ poolboy48220]

I've been in the 'incall, but it's my parents' place' situation once, and it was very weird. We were in his basement bedroom but I was pretty nervous the whole time.

 

I've also had the 'roommate' situation, a masseur who seemed to be staying with a friend who knew what he was doing but wasn't happy with it - we had to keep the noise down lest the roommate hear TOO much.