Gay escort bloopers
A lot of planning goes into working as an escort. Bookings with different clients, balancing a life with the potentially unsociable hours of my job, and staying on top of regular STI checks… but some things you can’t prepare for! #escortbloopers
It was his first time with a gay man
The night was going perfectly. I arrived at his house and after a few glasses of wine and good conversations, things moved on to the bedroom. He was a really attractive and interesting guy, and had never been with another man!
That’s one of my favourite bookings. Holding someone’s hand though their first explorations is really gratifying, and also pretty damn hot. Its like I get to show them a whole new world of pleasure and teach them all the tricks.
He was a mouthful
He must have been a romantic. Or maybe the candles and music was just to help his nerves. Anyway, I was loving it. We started making out on the bed, and I felt him relax into it. He was a natural. I wondered how long he had been thinking about doing this.
It wasn’t long before I slipped off his shirt and pants, and went south. He was quite a mouthful, and judging from his breathing and the way he ran his fingers through my hair, he understood that having the tools makes you better at using them.
It was a big step for him
The real question was whether he would dare to return the favor. Taking another man in your mouth is a huge step for someone who has only been with women. Despite the dim candle light, the look on his face told me it’s a line he wanted to cross.
Hesitating slightly, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and slowly, gingerly stroked it up and down. He glanced up at me as if to check he was doing ok. Seeing the content look on my face, his face got gradually closer to the tip.
Back into the closet as a gay man
He licked his lips nervously. I could feel his breath on my skin. And then, at the moment of truth, we heard the slam of the front door. We were so carried away, we didn’t even hear the key in the lock as his teenage kids got home early!
Panic surged through us as the realization hit. In an instant, the intimate moment we were sharing transformed into a frantic scramble for cover. With a quick exchange of wide-eyed glances, we knew we had to act fast. He gestured urgently toward the nearest hiding spot ‘the closet’. I pondered to myself, “Is this the situation I chose to come out of the closet for?” I had to make a conscious effort not to burst into laughter.