Scariest escorting experience....what's yours?

[Poincare]

i have been hiring escorts since 2005. Before that I used to go to Gaiety and got my jollies there. I have hired about 100 men over the years. About 5 regulars....got very attached to a few of them.

 

Here is my scariest experience from 2014.

 

There was a rentboy.com ad with pics of Eliad Cohen and it appeared to have been him. Looking back I was really stupid since there were clues that it was a scam.

 

Well, like many of you, sex with Eliad would be a dream come true, especially for this nice Jewish boy from NJ. I contacted him via the cell phone and we texted to set up our meeting. I was so excited and wanted to impress him, so I stayed in a park view suite at the Mandarin Oriental in NYC.

 

"Eliad" arrived at the hotel room door and knocked. I saw through the peephole that it was young blaming man. Through the the door, I told him to go away. At that point, he started shouting my full name and my company, which he got through backtracking my cell phone number. I got scared and let him in, and planned to give him $100 to go away. Once in, he demanded $1000. I refused and he punched me in my face. He grabbed my wallet and took all my cash. I started to resist and we wrestled which ended with him shoving me to the ground. I grabbed for the phone to call the hotel scrutiny. Dialed a number, but he grabbed the phone from me. I started yelling he needs to get out.

 

Then he calmed down. And said....this is how it's gonna work. I am 17 years old and if you don't get me $10000, I'm gonna get you into a lot of trouble and ruin you. I told him to F off, and I don't care what he did. Also, I could tell he was in his mid 20s. At that he started videoing me and told me he was going to post it all over the Internet.

 

That's when it ended and he departed. 2 mins after he left, the hotel security came up, since I had dialed the front desk before he grabbed the phone, and they could tell someone was wrong. They asked me a bunch of questions and I did not say anything other than I was fine now. I'm sure they looked at videos of who came to my room.

 

THats it. Very shaken up. Still hiring but a, much smarter now. Lessen learned....if it's too good to be true, it is likely not true and that there are some sketchy and dangerous guys out there.

 

He never posted anything....that I'm aware of.

[Poincare]

Typo above....young blatino man came to the door. Damn autocorrect

[Tonyko]

OMFG how horrible!! Well since this hap'd in MY hood I must ask the MOST obvs question, ESPECIALLY since you were in a WAYYYYYY pricey hotel with a pretty high level of security. (It's hard to even get into the lounge on 38 of you're not a guest) WHY didn't you meet him THERE ie the lounge??? I understand you were "sold" on it being the person in the Ad who'd be showing up, but STILL, having a scort come directly to your room, giving him the rm # etc, is somethin we should NEVER do no?? "They" don't do it for us when it's reversed, it's always meet in the lobby or text you the rm # when you're actually here etc etc. Hoping THAT"S one of your learned lessons now

[wklucas]

OMFG how horrible!! Well since this hap'd in MY hood I must ask the MOST obvs question, ESPECIALLY since you were in a WAYYYYYY pricey hotel with a pretty high level of security. (It's hard to even get into the lounge on 38 of you're not a guest) WHY didn't you meet him THERE ie the lounge??? I understand you were "sold" on it being the person in the Ad who'd be showing up, but STILL, having a scort come directly to your room, giving him the rm # etc, is somethin we should NEVER do no?? "They" don't do it for us when it's reversed, it's always meet in the lobby or text you the rm # when you're actually here etc etc. Hoping THAT"S one of your learned lessons now

 

Well whatever mistakes this client made aside.....once the escort's tirade began, I would never have opened the door to let him in, in the first place.....let him rant & rave & yell outside in the hallway all that he wants....I can't see many or even any grave consequences coming back on the client / hotel guest if security shows up & escorts the "escort" away......any fears of some kind of future blackmail or other retribution undertaken by the "escort" are likely fully unfounded.

[marylander1940]

i have been hiring escorts since 2005. Before that I used to go to Gaiety and got my jollies there. I have hired about 100 men over the years. About 5 regulars....got very attached to a few of them.

 

Here is my scariest experience from 2014.

 

There was a rentboy.com ad with pics of Eliad Cohen and it appeared to have been him. Looking back I was really stupid since there were clues that it was a scam.

 

Well, like many of you, sex with Eliad would be a dream come true, especially for this nice Jewish boy from NJ. I contacted him via the cell phone and we texted to set up our meeting. I was so excited and wanted to impress him, so I stayed in a park view suite at the Mandarin Oriental in NYC.

 

"Eliad" arrived at the hotel room door and knocked. I saw through the peephole that it was young blaming man. Through the the door, I told him to go away. At that point, he started shouting my full name and my company, which he got through backtracking my cell phone number. I got scared and let him in, and planned to give him $100 to go away. Once in, he demanded $1000. I refused and he punched me in my face. He grabbed my wallet and took all my cash. I started to resist and we wrestled which ended with him shoving me to the ground. I grabbed for the phone to call the hotel scrutiny. Dialed a number, but he grabbed the phone from me. I started yelling he needs to get out.

 

Then he calmed down. And said....this is how it's gonna work. I am 17 years old and if you don't get me $10000, I'm gonna get you into a lot of trouble and ruin you. I told him to F off, and I don't care what he did. Also, I could tell he was in his mid 20s. At that he started videoing me and told me he was going to post it all over the Internet.

 

That's when it ended and he departed. 2 mins after he left, the hotel security came up, since I had dialed the front desk before he grabbed the phone, and they could tell someone was wrong. They asked me a bunch of questions and I did not say anything other than I was fine now. I'm sure they looked at videos of who came to my room.

 

THats it. Very shaken up. Still hiring but a, much smarter now. Lessen learned....if it's too good to be true, it is likely not true and that there are some sketchy and dangerous guys out there.

 

He never posted anything....that I'm aware of.

 

Plenty of hot Middle Eastern guys like Eliad in NYC

 

I hope you can fulfill your fantasy soon, if you haven't already.

 

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[+ glutes]

i have been hiring escorts since 2005. Before that I used to go to Gaiety and got my jollies there. I have hired about 100 men over the years. About 5 regulars....got very attached to a few of them.

 

Here is my scariest experience from 2014.

 

There was a rentboy.com ad with pics of Eliad Cohen and it appeared to have been him. Looking back I was really stupid since there were clues that it was a scam.

 

Well, like many of you, sex with Eliad would be a dream come true, especially for this nice Jewish boy from NJ. I contacted him via the cell phone and we texted to set up our meeting. I was so excited and wanted to impress him, so I stayed in a park view suite at the Mandarin Oriental in NYC.

 

"Eliad" arrived at the hotel room door and knocked. I saw through the peephole that it was young blaming man. Through the the door, I told him to go away. At that point, he started shouting my full name and my company, which he got through backtracking my cell phone number. I got scared and let him in, and planned to give him $100 to go away. Once in, he demanded $1000. I refused and he punched me in my face. He grabbed my wallet and took all my cash. I started to resist and we wrestled which ended with him shoving me to the ground. I grabbed for the phone to call the hotel scrutiny. Dialed a number, but he grabbed the phone from me. I started yelling he needs to get out.

 

Then he calmed down. And said....this is how it's gonna work. I am 17 years old and if you don't get me $10000, I'm gonna get you into a lot of trouble and ruin you. I told him to F off, and I don't care what he did. Also, I could tell he was in his mid 20s. At that he started videoing me and told me he was going to post it all over the Internet.

 

That's when it ended and he departed. 2 mins after he left, the hotel security came up, since I had dialed the front desk before he grabbed the phone, and they could tell someone was wrong. They asked me a bunch of questions and I did not say anything other than I was fine now. I'm sure they looked at videos of who came to my room.

 

THats it. Very shaken up. Still hiring but a, much smarter now. Lessen learned....if it's too good to be true, it is likely not true and that there are some sketchy and dangerous guys out there.

 

He never posted anything....that I'm aware of.

 

So Poincare, what would you do differently now?

[TennDan99]

That sounds scary. Never had anything like that happen.

 

I had a negative experience with a guy in Las Vegas last fall. He seemed fine when we met and we had a good time together. When we were winding the session down and cleaning up he began talking politics. Not my favorite thing with escorts but he was doing the talking so I let it go. He became quite angry when I didn't agree with his assessment of Trump as the savior of our nation. Just couldn't or wouldn't let it go. I just chose to not engage. I paid him minus my planned tip and sent him on his way. No chance for another hire and no positive review.

 

Some things I do to protect myself with first time hires:

- Always meet in lobby, bar, etc.

- I use a cheap GoPhone for communication until I know the guy. Don't use real name for first meeting either.

- I keep a small pepper spray dispenser in the bedside table.

- All valuables except for agreed upon fee and a small amount of cash for possible tip go in safe or are well hidden in room. No laptop, wallet, cash available to be stolen

 

I'm not paranoid but I'm unwilling to let some asshole take advantage of me. I am always respectful and kind to guys I hire and I expect the same. I have never paid less than we agreed upon even if the session wasn't all I hoped it would be. These precautions only apply to first visits; no second visits if I don't trust you enough to leave my valuables in the room while you are there.

[caliguy]

He became quite angry when I didn't agree with his assessment of Trump as the savior of our nation. Just couldn't or wouldn't let it go. .

That's why I choose to never engage conversation with a Trump supporter. They're all like that.

[caliguy]

So Poincare, what would you do differently now?

Don't open the door to strangers?

[Tonyko]

I WILL SHARE THIS ONLY BECAUSE IT'S FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GLASS

Think I've mentioned I kinda grew up at The Gaiety, started going when I was like 15-16 and right after HS got my first cheap apt close by in an SRO building The Whitby on 45th. (for non NYers SROs were old converted residential hotels where you paid month to month utilities included but no direct phone there was a switchboard, mostly young starving actors dancers just starting out and very elderly actors dancers etc living on their SS) The woman who owned the Gaiety took a liking to me and I practically lived there hung out w the guys backstage had birthday parties ate lunch all together at the filthy Howard Johnsons underneath it etc.

 

Most of the guys bussed in for a month ata time to make quick $$$ a lot from Canada. 3-4 would split some shoebox hotel room to save money. This was late 80's right on the cusp of the boys no longer being able to turn tricks right there in the back, they had to make the arrangements in the lounge with a client to meetup outside the club. (the lounge was just a room with two long tier'd shelfs to sit on a soda machine and a tiny island with a bowl of chips and a bowl of pretzels on it)

 

There was ONE lil blonde muscleboy from Toronto I was really into, long blonde hair really built but only about 5'6 which I liked since "I" felt "tall" with him, so we hooked up MANY times the entire time he was there.

 

For those who never made it to the joint while it (and the building itself) were standing, the guys made dogshit from the actual dancing/stripping. They showed porn movies between shows then a tacky silver curtain would close over the screen and EVERYONE would move up to a closer seat en masse, the ONLY ones who actually TIPPED the roster of 8-10 boys as they danced then disappeared then came back on stage for a 2nd set naked n hard were the ones in the front seats along the stage, really crappy money most of the time. The dancing and stripping was really just their Ad. Their real $$$ was made from the arrangements in the lounge. Once a boy finished his set anyone who wanted HIM privately would leap up to be first in the lounge when he came out. So by end of the show everyone boys n audience was in that lounge milling around trying to make deals.

*I was young, an older guy gave me 10$ while I was sitting in that lounge to go get some dinner for myself he thought I danced there. I took it lol. That was closest I ever came to "working" lol.

 

One night between the early eve and late shows my Toronto cutie said he had a client offered him 200$ (double the rate back then maybe more) but he had no place to take him his room was in use so could he use MY apt?? I made him point out the guy, an older dude little heavy and tall like 6'ft in his 50's in a business suit WITH attache case. So I said "sure".

 

Gave him my keys and set a time for him to be down in my lobby to give them back right after. I walked into my lobby hr and a half latr and waited and waited a long time and FINALLY cutie comes out of the elevator, my keys in hand.

"He won't leave".

What?? What do you mean where is he??

He's still up there! He won't leave I didn't know what to do so I just came down! He's drunk!

How did he get drunk????

 

Cutie had to go back for the late show, so I was left with my keys and this guy upstairs in my apt. So I go up unlock my door and the guy had put the BAR in my door. (some apts had those old style security bars a long metal rod that fits in a hole in the floor and stops the door from opening more than a few inches) So I'm yelling in for him to open it etc and finally he appears in the open crack in his white underwear and just looks at me thru the crack then CLOSES THE DOOR.

 

So I open it again and he must have not put the top of the bar thru the metal loop cause I just started jiggling the door really hard and bar fell to the floor and I was able to get in. The guy was just standing there in the middle of the room in nothing but his old white underwear which he had PISSED IN I could tell, and I also saw a bottle of scotch that my Dad had brought now practically empty on the coffee table, and it was in a cabinet in the kitchen which means this guy went hunting for it.

 

I yell at him that he's gotta get dressed and LEAVE. IDK if you've ever seen those scary drunks that just kinda STARE at you blankly, he just leaned in a little and stared at me in a real creepy way, like he's confused or deciding what to do.

 

I told him my roommate was on his way (I didn't have one) why doesn't he get dressed then we can have a drink? He just kinda stared at me then stumbled and sat on this ratty sofa I had. When he did I went into the bedroom and saw my litle single bed was shoved in the middle of the room and his shit was all on the floor, so I scooped up his suit n shoes and attache case and as I walked back out HE CLOTHES-LINED me right in the doorway right across the neck.

 

I hit the floor half in half out the doorway and next thing I know he is on top of me, his head hit me in the face so hard he busted my lip. I start kicking and trying to get him OFF me but he prolly out weighed me by 100LBS or more. He tore my T-shirt off and I'm trying to punch him in the head but he was so close I couldn't really swing hard, then he's trying to pull my jeans down and I start yelling and he puts his hand over my mouth. I SWEAR I don't think I've ever been that scared before or since. This guys whole giant body completely covered little me I really couldn't move. It's a HORRIBLE feeling most men never experience its' AWFUL.

 

I kept struggling and he started punching me in the stomach with his other hand. The fucker NEVER said a word btw nothing. He finally took his hand off my mouth and just started sliding himself up and down on top of me and I could see across the floor my front door was still open a little and and I decided to YELL one more time and like a fuckng KNIGHT in armour my neighbor this HUGE guy who was a BOUNCER at this bar in The Village called 9th Circle WALKS RIGHT IN.

 

Shit happened so fast I really didn't know what was happening I remember feeling this fucker just LIFTED right off me and going flying onto the livingroom floor and my neighbor standing there asking if I was alright and I'm still laying there seeing him just drag this guy in a headlock across the room and OUT my door and kicking him in the back in the hallway and the guy just disappearing still in his underwear.

 

I got up and THANKING my neighbor and saying this was all his shit the clothes etc and he just scooped it all up and carried it into the hall and tossed it in the direction he'd kicked the guy. (I hugged this guy SO hard omg, my head was like buried under his chest, thanking him etc)

 

He NEVER asked what had happened, Ima SURE he thought he was MY john I'd brought home, all he said was to be careful. (he did not survive the plague, and years after I'd lost touch w him I saw a flier in 94-95 that he had passed so I went to the memorial. I never forgot what he did for me)

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The me TODAY would have kept the briefcase gotten ID and pressed charges, the 18-19 yo me was just glad he was GONE. (oddly his suit JACKET never made it out the door, there was nothing in it but a comb a crumpled pack of Lark cigarettes and a LIRR stub (Long Island Rail Rd) I tossed it down the trash chute.

________

 

And YES of course after I showered I headed right to the club to confront my cutie. According to him the guy WASN'T violent or anything with him. He said all the guy did after strippping to his underwear was blow him. He didn't even JO himself. He had his wallet in his pants pocket he got it and paid him the 200. Cutie said he went into my bathroom to wash up and when he came out the guy was still sitting on my bed in his underwear, now with a bottle which he'd assumed was HIS, and from that point on NEVER spoke another word and just REFUSED to move. He said he tried for like another 45 mins but the guy just ignored him. That's when he finally came down to get me.

 

Did I believe him? Yeah. I truly don't think he would have put me in danger. Cutie was shocked when I told him what had happened, I told ALL the guys later that night. (I think cutie felt bad, he bought me a gold chain, prolly spent 100$, still have it)

 

PS From then until the doors finally closed 18 yrs later (?) I NEVER went back to the club WITHOUT looking for that guy. No never saw him again.

[Jakeenct]

So Poincare, what would you do differently now?

My hats off to guys that hire without seeing a review. It's a risk that, personally, I would not take. At least with a number of reviews you can pretty-much know the guy is on the level. But, without the risk-takers, decisions to hire would remain hit or miss. Not sure if this guy was reviewed and if not, they could have met in a public place.

[+ glutes]

 

Some things I do to protect myself with first time hires:

- Always meet in lobby, bar, etc.

- I use a cheap GoPhone for communication until I know the guy. Don't use real name for first meeting either.

- I keep a small pepper spray dispenser in the bedside table.

- All valuables except for agreed upon fee and a small amount of cash for possible tip go in safe or are well hidden in room. No laptop, wallet, cash available to be stolen

 

 

Very well said TennDan!

[BgMstr4u]

OMG Tonyko!! What a nightmare. What a gripping story! Thank you for sharing. Thank God for your bouncer friend.

 

I have some understanding of the fear. Way back in the 80's I lived a couple of hours from LA. Used to cruise Santa Monica Blvd. Had picked up a number of guys, enjoyed our encounters. They often had a more or less private place to go to, so when I picked up a guy one evening and he suggested a place to go, no problem. We got there, he opened the door - it was a little California bungalow. He turned the lock behind us, and then I noticed the place was under renovation, pretty much all torn up. He picked up a 2x4 and came after me. There was an open window in the back I went through in a flash. He started to come after me but then changed his mind. I got back in my car and drive home as fast as I could. The most menacing moment in my life. I sometimes wonder how many other men he had lured there and what might have happened to them

[Tonyko]

OMG Tonyko!! What a nightmare. What a gripping story! Thank you for sharing. Thank God for your bouncer friend.

 

I have some understanding of the fear. Way back in the 80's I lived a couple of hours from LA. Used to cruise Santa Monica Blvd. Had picked up a number of guys, enjoyed our encounters. They often had a more or less private place to go to, so when I picked up a guy one evening and he suggested a place to go, no problem. We got there, he opened the door - it was a little California bungalow. He turned the lock behind us, and then I noticed the place was under renovation, pretty much all torn up. He picked up a 2x4 and came after me. There was an open window in the back I went through in a flash. He started to come after me but then changed his mind. I got back in my car and drive home as fast as I could. The most menacing moment in my life. I sometimes wonder how many other men he had lured there and what might have happened to them

2B honest those S. Monica Bl boys scared me more than ANY street hustlers here in NYC, used to see them all hanging at the outdoor tables at Oakie Dog near Highland when I first moved there, used to see them showing each other brass knuckles and other scary shit that I often thought wasn't maybe JUST for protection. In LA it's "possible" to get a guy VERY alone the way he lured you to that locale in a way that's hard to do in a city like here with so many ppl around all the time. You're alone with him in a car the alone with him someplace else etc no one saw you together etc THAT always scared me. I also used toe hear them talking in booths late at night at that Yukon coffee shop, talking about dudes they "rolled" which I took to mean robbed, no? You were lucky that night, and yes others that guy brought there prolly weren't.

[BgMstr4u]

You're right. I was lucky. Very lucky. But back in those days, my little head was doing more than its share of the thinking.

[+ g56whiz]

I WILL SHARE THIS ONLY BECAUSE IT'S FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GLASS

Think I've mentioned I kinda grew up at The Gaiety, started going when I was like 15-16 and right after HS got my first cheap apt close by in an SRO building The Whitby on 45th. (for non NYers SROs were old converted residential hotels where you paid month to month utilities included but no direct phone there was a switchboard, mostly young starving actors dancers just starting out and very elderly actors dancers etc living on their SS) The woman who owned the Gaiety took a liking to me and I practically lived there hung out w the guys backstage had birthday parties ate lunch all together at the filthy Howard Johnsons underneath it etc.

 

Most of the guys bussed in for a month ata time to make quick $$$ a lot from Canada. 3-4 would split some shoebox hotel room to save money. This was late 80's right on the cusp of the boys no longer being able to turn tricks right there in the back, they had to make the arrangements in the lounge with a client to meetup outside the club. (the lounge was just a room with two long tier'd shelfs to sit on a soda machine and a tiny island with a bowl of chips and a bowl of pretzels on it)

 

There was ONE lil blonde muscleboy from Toronto I was really into, long blonde hair really built but only about 5'6 which I liked since "I" felt "tall" with him, so we hooked up MANY times the entire time he was there.

 

For those who never made it to the joint while it (and the building itself) were standing, the guys made dogshit from the actual dancing/stripping. They showed porn movies between shows then a tacky silver curtain would close over the screen and EVERYONE would move up to a closer seat en masse, the ONLY ones who actually TIPPED the roster of 8-10 boys as they danced then disappeared then came back on stage for a 2nd set naked n hard were the ones in the front seats along the stage, really crappy money most of the time. The dancing and stripping was really just their Ad. Their real $$$ was made from the arrangements in the lounge. Once a boy finished his set anyone who wanted HIM privately would leap up to be first in the lounge when he came out. So by end of the show everyone boys n audience was in that lounge milling around trying to make deals.

*I was young, an older guy gave me 10$ while I was sitting in that lounge to go get some dinner for myself he thought I danced there. I took it lol. That was closest I ever came to "working" lol.

 

One night between the early eve and late shows my Toronto cutie said he had a client offered him 200$ (double the rate back then maybe more) but he had no place to take him his room was in use so could he use MY apt?? I made him point out the guy, an older dude little heavy and tall like 6'ft in his 50's in a business suit WITH attache case. So I said "sure".

 

Gave him my keys and set a time for him to be down in my lobby to give them back right after. I walked into my lobby hr and a half latr and waited and waited a long time and FINALLY cutie comes out of the elevator, my keys in hand.

"He won't leave".

What?? What do you mean where is he??

He's still up there! He won't leave I didn't know what to do so I just came down! He's drunk!

How did he get drunk????

 

Cutie had to go back for the late show, so I was left with my keys and this guy upstairs in my apt. So I go up unlock my door and the guy had put the BAR in my door. (some apts had those old style security bars a long metal rod that fits in a hole in the floor and stops the door from opening more than a few inches) So I'm yelling in for him to open it etc and finally he appears in the open crack in his white underwear and just looks at me thru the crack then CLOSES THE DOOR.

 

So I open it again and he must have not put the top of the bar thru the metal loop cause I just started jiggling the door really hard and bar fell to the floor and I was able to get in. The guy was just standing there in the middle of the room in nothing but his old white underwear which he had PISSED IN I could tell, and I also saw a bottle of scotch that my Dad had brought now practically empty on the coffee table, and it was in a cabinet in the kitchen which means this guy went hunting for it.

 

I yell at him that he's gotta get dressed and LEAVE. IDK if you've ever seen those scary drunks that just kinda STARE at you blankly, he just leaned in a little and stared at me in a real creepy way, like he's confused or deciding what to do.

 

I told him my roommate was on his way (I didn't have one) why doesn't he get dressed then we can have a drink? He just kinda stared at me then stumbled and sat on this ratty sofa I had. When he did I went into the bedroom and saw my litle single bed was shoved in the middle of the room and his shit was all on the floor, so I scooped up his suit n shoes and attache case and as I walked back out HE CLOTHES-LINED me right in the doorway right across the neck.

 

I hit the floor half in half out the doorway and next thing I know he is on top of me, his head hit me in the face so hard he busted my lip. I start kicking and trying to get him OFF me but he prolly out weighed me by 100LBS or more. He tore my T-shirt off and I'm trying to punch him in the head but he was so close I couldn't really swing hard, then he's trying to pull my jeans down and I start yelling and he puts his hand over my mouth. I SWEAR I don't think I've ever been that scared before or since. This guys whole giant body completely covered little me I really couldn't move. It's a HORRIBLE feeling most men never experience its' AWFUL.

 

I kept struggling and he started punching me in the stomach with his other hand. The fucker NEVER said a word btw nothing. He finally took his hand off my mouth and just started sliding himself up and down on top of me and I could see across the floor my front door was still open a little and and I decided to YELL one more time and like a fuckng KNIGHT in armour my neighbor this HUGE guy who was a BOUNCER at this bar in The Village called 9th Circle WALKS RIGHT IN.

 

Shit happened so fast I really didn't know what was happening I remember feeling this fucker just LIFTED right off me and going flying onto the livingroom floor and my neighbor standing there asking if I was alright and I'm still laying there seeing him just drag this guy in a headlock across the room and OUT my door and kicking him in the back in the hallway and the guy just disappearing still in his underwear.

 

I got up and THANKING my neighbor and saying this was all his shit the clothes etc and he just scooped it all up and carried it into the hall and tossed it in the direction he'd kicked the guy. (I hugged this guy SO hard omg, my head was like buried under his chest, thanking him etc)

 

He NEVER asked what had happened, Ima SURE he thought he was MY john I'd brought home, all he said was to be careful. (he did not survive the plague, and years after I'd lost touch w him I saw a flier in 94-95 that he had passed so I went to the memorial. I never forgot what he did for me)

-------------

The me TODAY would have kept the briefcase gotten ID and pressed charges, the 18-19 yo me was just glad he was GONE. (oddly his suit JACKET never made it out the door, there was nothing in it but a comb a crumpled pack of Lark cigarettes and a LIRR stub (Long Island Rail Rd) I tossed it down the trash chute.

________

 

And YES of course after I showered I headed right to the club to confront my cutie. According to him the guy WASN'T violent or anything with him. He said all the guy did after strippping to his underwear was blow him. He didn't even JO himself. He had his wallet in his pants pocket he got it and paid him the 200. Cutie said he went into my bathroom to wash up and when he came out the guy was still sitting on my bed in his underwear, now with a bottle which he'd assumed was HIS, and from that point on NEVER spoke another word and just REFUSED to move. He said he tried for like another 45 mins but the guy just ignored him. That's when he finally came down to get me.

 

Did I believe him? Yeah. I truly don't think he would have put me in danger. Cutie was shocked when I told him what had happened, I told ALL the guys later that night. (I think cutie felt bad, he bought me a gold chain, prolly spent 100$, still have it)

 

PS From then until the doors finally closed 18 yrs later (?) I NEVER went back to the club WITHOUT looking for that guy. No never saw him again.

 

Amidst the tale of your terror you've evoked wonderful memories of the place where I finally came to terms with my sexuality. Alas I hired no one from the Gaiety and there were a number who went on to porn stardom in LA. A number of years after the Gaiety closed s few former patrons discovered each other at Club 20 and became good friends. I miss NYC and those friends (some of whom

[LivingnLA]

My scariest was also the first time I hired. He was a very highly regarded guy on RM with positive reviews there and here, great pics, and a charming personality on the phone. He hosted me at his place. My mistake was in not carefully watching when he poured my drink or got me a new beer. We had a couple to help me relax, which was at my request.

 

With hindsight and conversations with some of his other clients who PNPed with him, I now know he did drugs regularly and obviously lied to me about it since I was very clear I did not PNP and didn't want anything to do with it. I suspect he slipped me something to help me relax since it was my first time and I was nervous. I don't believe he did it to knock me out. Unfortunately, that's what happened. I blacked out just as we were getting started and didn't regain consciousness for about 7 hours. When I did, I was naked on the floor in the bathroom. I was dazed, confused, sore, and there was blood from my ass. He was in the other room and clearly agitated. We'd only booked for 2 hours and he was pissed that I'd wasted his night. I cleaned up, dressed, and noticed my phone was gone. I gave him enough cash to cover our session and the hours I was blacked out, but I was panicked about my missing phone. He wanted me out of his apartment immediately and was very clear that he didn't have my phone. I know he stole my phone based on what happened over the next few days while he tried to get more money from me. Fortunately, it was locked and encrypted so I told him to keep it and bought another one.

 

My lesson from this is simple: never accept a drink from a stranger unless you've carefully watched them make it and even then be wary. That includes a "fresh beer" with the top already removed. The escorts I've hired since have been very understanding of my caution.

[+ PapaTony]

i have been hiring escorts since 2005. Before that I used to go to Gaiety and got my jollies there. I have hired about 100 men over the years. About 5 regulars....got very attached to a few of them.

 

Here is my scariest experience from 2014.

 

There was a rentboy.com ad with pics of Eliad Cohen and it appeared to have been him. Looking back I was really stupid since there were clues that it was a scam.

 

Well, like many of you, sex with Eliad would be a dream come true, especially for this nice Jewish boy from NJ. I contacted him via the cell phone and we texted to set up our meeting. I was so excited and wanted to impress him, so I stayed in a park view suite at the Mandarin Oriental in NYC.

 

"Eliad" arrived at the hotel room door and knocked. I saw through the peephole that it was young blaming man. Through the the door, I told him to go away. At that point, he started shouting my full name and my company, which he got through backtracking my cell phone number. I got scared and let him in, and planned to give him $100 to go away. Once in, he demanded $1000. I refused and he punched me in my face. He grabbed my wallet and took all my cash. I started to resist and we wrestled which ended with him shoving me to the ground. I grabbed for the phone to call the hotel scrutiny. Dialed a number, but he grabbed the phone from me. I started yelling he needs to get out.

 

Then he calmed down. And said....this is how it's gonna work. I am 17 years old and if you don't get me $10000, I'm gonna get you into a lot of trouble and ruin you. I told him to F off, and I don't care what he did. Also, I could tell he was in his mid 20s. At that he started videoing me and told me he was going to post it all over the Internet.

 

That's when it ended and he departed. 2 mins after he left, the hotel security came up, since I had dialed the front desk before he grabbed the phone, and they could tell someone was wrong. They asked me a bunch of questions and I did not say anything other than I was fine now. I'm sure they looked at videos of who came to my room.

 

THats it. Very shaken up. Still hiring but a, much smarter now. Lessen learned....if it's too good to be true, it is likely not true and that there are some sketchy and dangerous guys out there.

 

He never posted anything....that I'm aware of.

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I had an almost exact experience, so much so I'd say it could be the same guy.

 

The differences being my experience took place in LA; backpage ad; his place (a sparsely furnished AirBnB apartment), and there was at least one other person in an adjoining room allegedly "filming" me

 

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[caliguy]

I blacked out just as we were getting started and didn't regain conscientiousness for about 7 hours..

That was clearly GHB. I used to love the stuff. They call it liquid Ecstasy. Only takes a tiny amount and it has no taste. Most tweakers have a supply. Meth and GHB go together like peanut butter and jelly. You have to dose it very carefully though. If not you either end up passed out for hours, sicker then you've ever been, or in the morgue. Thankfully I avoided the last part.

[LivingnLA]

That was clearly GHB. I used to love the stuff. They call it liquid Ecstasy. Only takes a tiny amount and it has no taste. Most tweakers have a supply. Meth and GHB go together like peanut butter and jelly. You have to dose it very carefully though. If not you either end up passed out for hours, sicker then you've ever been, or in the morgue. Thankfully I avoided the last part.

 

Damn. Glad I lived.

[handiacefailure]

A good friend of mine almost got scammed by Scott Sloan a long time ago (there are a couple threads on him) so if an escort won't meet me in the lobby of my hotel I give him a room number a few numbers off and wait by the elvevator and when he comes off just say I changed rooms. My friend was smart enough to be suspicious of when Sloan didn't want to meet him in the lobby and decided to wait by the elevator on his floor and when Sloan got off the elevator he didn't even know it was him since it wasn't the person in the pics in his ads and started pounding on his door. My friend figured out what was going on and just took the elevator down to the lobby and went for a walk and told a hotel employee there was a crazy person pounding on a door on his floor:) Fortunately in the few cases were the escort didn't want to meet me in the lobby they looked like their pic and there have been a couple times where I've given well reviewed escorts my room number if I've spoken to them on the phone (and if it's a porn star I know it's them by their voice on the phone).

 

I also use a text free number for texting for initial contact a lot of times.

[actor61]

2B honest those S. Monica Bl boys scared me more than ANY street hustlers here in NYC, used to see them all hanging at the outdoor tables at Oakie Dog near Highland when I first moved there, used to see them showing each other brass knuckles and other scary shit that I often thought wasn't maybe JUST for protection. In LA it's "possible" to get a guy VERY alone the way he lured you to that locale in a way that's hard to do in a city like here with so many ppl around all the time. You're alone with him in a car the alone with him someplace else etc no one saw you together etc THAT always scared me. I also used toe hear them talking in booths late at night at that Yukon coffee shop, talking about dudes they "rolled" which I took to mean robbed, no? You were lucky that night, and yes others that guy brought there prolly weren't.

So many words in ALL CAPS! You must STILL be TRAUMATIZED. OMG!

[starman05]

scariest thing was I met someone -- no reviews -- and he was exactly who I wanted him to be. Got inside my head and treated me with kindness and compassion.

 

he showed me it wasn't all going to be despair and disappointment in life; that life CAN be good, great even.

[sexymonk]

Don't quite understand why so many people need to be "ON" something to have fun. Its kind of the same thing when concert goers are not enjoying the concert but recording the whole show on the phone. Live in the moment guys, , I want to remember the things I did the next day with you...I understand doing drugs with friends and people you trust, never quite understand why you would around someone you've never met with.

Doing drugs with escort is not good at all. If by any accident the client or escort dies during sex then either party is screwed up! The investigators will blew your mind by their questions and you may in their radar ! No no no. There are other things to do. Drugs is addiction and for weak minded people!

[adventurous old guy]

My scariest experience was back in 1980, when a person I had gone to college with and briefly dated just after college, decided to escort. This was a highly educated -- philosophy major at my college -- super nice guy and I couldn't understand the choice, especially given the new scare of "gay cancer." When I asked him about it, he told me he wanted a more exciting life, a la John Rechy the Sexual Outlaw. What I didn't realize is that he was in the throes of schizophrenia and probably knew it. There was a family history, and he had told us about a brilliant older brother who descended into it in his early 20s. So, my hunch is that he probably recognized his symptoms. He went on to dramatically deteriorate into wild conspiracy theories about me and several other old friends secretly meeting with "Xerox" to do various nefarious things. College friends and I would get glimpses of him in Chicago where we all lived, on the street or the El, from time to time, which often triggered angry confrontations, and he advertised as an escort in the local Chicago gay mag for awhile, then we all lost track of him. What scared me -- as well as what was profoundly saddening -- about the experience is that I was with someone so mentally ill that chose escorting as a part of his identity. Was he managing his disease in doing this, or avoiding it?

 

To this day, I am suspicious of ads from guys who are younger than 25 or so -- wondering if they really know why they do this, or whether this is a choice driven by some other powerful force, e.g. substance use, confusion/desperation about what to do with your life. Love it when i find a guy who has a clear goal, e.g. part-time work while in school, or proactively is doing this as a kind of off the grid career choice to further an interest like travel or personal freedom. When I don't have a clear sense of this, I do worry that my goals in hiring -- adventure, NSA break from routine -- are out of sync with my partner's, somehow contributing to someone's else's problem.

 

My two cents.