I appreciate all the messages I've been getting from people wanting to know just what the hell what I've been up to, and to put their mind at rest I can certainly confirm that I've been doing plenty. The 8 days or so since I've been back from London (check my previous blog if you need top catch up) have been like a kick in the head of both culture shock, a crushing amount of work with my accounts here to catch up on, one rather irritating episode of my wallet getting stolen from my seemingly kryptonite protected locker at my gym and just the sheer joy and being around Americans (and the aroma of American pussy) once again.
Last weekend I went out with my finance buddies on Friday night with the sole purpose of checking out some new clubs and bars that have either sprung up in the short time I was gone, or just some pretty fine places near me that I hadn't managed to get into yet. I was pretty much all set to go out on the prowl the following night but then I remembered I'd promised to have dinner with Hamlin -the French (actually Swiss) male model that lives across from me. I should mention that he'd walked into my place late Thursday night to find me playing pool drunk and mostly in the nude the night I got home ( I had a sports jersey on but was wearing nothing down below). He'd been checking in on the place (he always has a key) while I was gone and I just hadn't gotten around to telling him I was back in New York yet.
That little encounter led to some pretty interesting discussions that continued into the next day I certainly must say. He mentioned that he'd been in the restaurant lounge downstairs in our building about 2 months and had overheard 2 young ladies discussing a guy on our floor he thought might be me. What he saw of me naked had only more or less confirmed a lot of what they had been so anxiously discussing I presume. Hamlin is usually pretty damn sullen and not at all out going (if I must say so) and how in the hell he manages to model for what I know to be one of the premier modeling agencies in the city kind of baffles my mind. But I know he does as I've seen him in at least a half dozen layouts in menswear magazines. But he was pretty much driving me crazy all day last Friday (I was home and not due to show up for work until Monday) insisting that I absolutely HAD to meet a friend of his (but he couldn't tell me why).
I'd always been under the impression that Hamlin might be gay and not really sure where this was leading. At some point that day I wandered over to his place (which I'd never been inside of) and it was immediately clear even to a sometime knot-head like me that Hamlin was most likely NOT gay. He had not one but 3 of the most incredible photographs of OPEN VAGINA that I'd even seen lining his walls. They were all by some incredible photographer (signed originals) he'd worked with and valued at several thousand dollars a piece. And they were BIG too, the frames being like 2 by 2 feet for all of them. It had been so long since I'd been in pussy myself (not since my Birthday 5/5) that I had to work hard as hell to prevent myself from getting hard right there ( I was in some khaki shorts preparing to jog to my gym as it was). He kept wanting me to meet this friend of his (but also said he couldn't tell me why) and was hoping we might all go out for an "early" dinner that night. But I had already promised to go out with my buddies (although actually later) so we set an "early" dinner (which for him meant 7:00) on Sat.
When I walked into the restaurant (one of my favorites nearby actually) and saw him standing next to this guy in the darker lounge I immediately did a double take and thought I might be looking into some mirror somewhere. It was serious fucking creepy and funny all at the same time how much his friend "Gage" and I resemble each other. I'm a little taller but we have pretty much the same build and very much the same quasi-nordic rugged square face with blue eyes. Just he's even a lighter blond and has his hair really short, almost a buzz cut on the sides and back. So to get right to it I found out during dinner the "Gage" (a super nice guy actually and also straight) is a model (though he works for a different agency than Hamlin) who also works sometimes as a very high end escort for women and (more rarely) couples.
Hamlin said he freaked when I moved into the building because of the physical similarities but in truth both me and "Gage" have a look that's just not really that unique, or I should say maybe its more of a stereotypical northern European look (like a zillion of Dolph Lundgren's later offspring or something). Hamlin said that also from the moment he saw my "equipment" he thought it might be just crazy fucking wild to try and find out if I'd ever consider "subbing" for one of Gage's clients -just for the thrill of it? It would just obviously have to be someone new who had seen some of his photos (which at that show his face but just barely his flaccid cock) and hadn't actually been with him yet. The photos I saw showed his ass and legs from behind more clearly than anything else, and in that respect I'd say we're even more identical.
My first response was "no fucking way"-I mean why would I? But the more "Gage" talked about his experiences, especially with some of his older wealthier women clients who sometimes end up cumming for the first time in years and how hot and thrilling it can sometime actually be - I decided I "might" consider it depending on the circumstances. But I would just do it for the fun and experience and the actual money itself all gets paid to "Gage"s agency directly anyway. He never deals with it. I figure it will certainly make for some bragging rights among my buddies at least (if I ever mention it).
I did get a little anxious though when "Gage" called me on Tuesday and mentioned that he already had 2 possible new clients that might be perfect for ME (and our little charade) THIS Saturday (meaning tonight). His weekends tend to get booked way in advance apparently and he was already booked as it was but inquiries were still coming in. Look -its not like I haven't fucked pussy before (and some damn fine older pussy on occasion as well). So if I look at this as helping a buddy out to get maybe even more good clients in the future -why not? I'm all for putting my skills to the test. So after hearing all of the details and what was (or might be expected) I though about it for 2 hours (he said I had to decide by then) and said YES. Fuck me.
The only problems were we decided and agreed I would have my hair cut and lightened to look just like his (which I didn't mind so much). But I also have had to completely shave my pubes (which I HATED) but I'll deal with it. Why didn't somebody tell me how much it was going to now itch down there? FUCK. My cock looks really funny to me (and even longer).
Well to get to it: his client is a 46 year old business woman from San Diego who is here for about a week. She just got in last night, but wanted to set something up in advance. She's been divorced for 3 years and has only used escorts a couple of times before. The fantasies this woman has though are pretty crazy. I'm to meet her tonight at 11:00 in the lounge of the Hotel where she's staying. I certainly know the place well -but had better only clue you in later right before I go maybe.
She's paid for a full 2 hours and really likes if the escort can cumm multiple sessions. Hey -that's really not a problem seeing as I hit my long awaited (finally) 40 day mark a few days ago (achieved partly thanks to my moratorium on English pussy). The only problem I see is that "Gage" is advertised as being 8 1/2 inches and thick. Well I'm certainly thick, but in terms of length I just kind of worry about how I'm going to explain the almost 2 extra inches?
UPDATE: Jesus- I'm panicking. Not a complete full on panic attack yet but still a pretty good ass clenching, "mother-fuck me, what have I gotten myself into now" kind of moment. I think it will get better. It's just because 20 minutes ago (and I was about 2 minutes away from calling my doorman for the taxi) I went to shut off my computer and had gotten a forwarded message from "the lady". We're having to go through "the service" and correspond by email only (she likes the privacy of that actually) since I'm not able to use "Gage's phone as he has it with him.
She had needed to postpone my arrival time a bit if that was ok as she was going to be having a late Dinner with some business associates (in the Hotel as well) and was worried that the 2 "parties" might run the risk of encountering each other. She's at the Peninsula Hotel (which I know) and I'm still going to meet her in the Gotham Lounge there, but now at 12:45 (it closes at 1:00). She sent me a pic of from inside the lounge. I posted that on my Tumblr. She also sent me a pic of herself from the neck down in a fine dress (but I won't pot that). She's got some serious cleavage (thank god) that looks all natural as well. I have no idea what her pussy will be like and am trying to put out of my mind the realization that in a couple of hours time I plan to be stud fucking (for nearly 2 hours) a lady who is actually only 2 years younger than my own mother.
I plan on leaving from here at about 11:45. I'm going to take another shower and change the suit I'm wearing. That should help calm me down -maybe. I have a lighter metallic silver suit (which was about $2,400) that I haven't even worn yet. With the right mesh underwear my cock should look absolutely massive down my leg when I walk into that lounge later. Hey, not to brag -but if I can't turn every fucking head in the place with my package on full display when I walk in that Hotel lobby and lounge -then somethings really fucking wrong with this country at the moment.
Last weekend I went out with my finance buddies on Friday night with the sole purpose of checking out some new clubs and bars that have either sprung up in the short time I was gone, or just some pretty fine places near me that I hadn't managed to get into yet. I was pretty much all set to go out on the prowl the following night but then I remembered I'd promised to have dinner with Hamlin -the French (actually Swiss) male model that lives across from me. I should mention that he'd walked into my place late Thursday night to find me playing pool drunk and mostly in the nude the night I got home ( I had a sports jersey on but was wearing nothing down below). He'd been checking in on the place (he always has a key) while I was gone and I just hadn't gotten around to telling him I was back in New York yet.
That little encounter led to some pretty interesting discussions that continued into the next day I certainly must say. He mentioned that he'd been in the restaurant lounge downstairs in our building about 2 months and had overheard 2 young ladies discussing a guy on our floor he thought might be me. What he saw of me naked had only more or less confirmed a lot of what they had been so anxiously discussing I presume. Hamlin is usually pretty damn sullen and not at all out going (if I must say so) and how in the hell he manages to model for what I know to be one of the premier modeling agencies in the city kind of baffles my mind. But I know he does as I've seen him in at least a half dozen layouts in menswear magazines. But he was pretty much driving me crazy all day last Friday (I was home and not due to show up for work until Monday) insisting that I absolutely HAD to meet a friend of his (but he couldn't tell me why).
I'd always been under the impression that Hamlin might be gay and not really sure where this was leading. At some point that day I wandered over to his place (which I'd never been inside of) and it was immediately clear even to a sometime knot-head like me that Hamlin was most likely NOT gay. He had not one but 3 of the most incredible photographs of OPEN VAGINA that I'd even seen lining his walls. They were all by some incredible photographer (signed originals) he'd worked with and valued at several thousand dollars a piece. And they were BIG too, the frames being like 2 by 2 feet for all of them. It had been so long since I'd been in pussy myself (not since my Birthday 5/5) that I had to work hard as hell to prevent myself from getting hard right there ( I was in some khaki shorts preparing to jog to my gym as it was). He kept wanting me to meet this friend of his (but also said he couldn't tell me why) and was hoping we might all go out for an "early" dinner that night. But I had already promised to go out with my buddies (although actually later) so we set an "early" dinner (which for him meant 7:00) on Sat.
When I walked into the restaurant (one of my favorites nearby actually) and saw him standing next to this guy in the darker lounge I immediately did a double take and thought I might be looking into some mirror somewhere. It was serious fucking creepy and funny all at the same time how much his friend "Gage" and I resemble each other. I'm a little taller but we have pretty much the same build and very much the same quasi-nordic rugged square face with blue eyes. Just he's even a lighter blond and has his hair really short, almost a buzz cut on the sides and back. So to get right to it I found out during dinner the "Gage" (a super nice guy actually and also straight) is a model (though he works for a different agency than Hamlin) who also works sometimes as a very high end escort for women and (more rarely) couples.
Hamlin said he freaked when I moved into the building because of the physical similarities but in truth both me and "Gage" have a look that's just not really that unique, or I should say maybe its more of a stereotypical northern European look (like a zillion of Dolph Lundgren's later offspring or something). Hamlin said that also from the moment he saw my "equipment" he thought it might be just crazy fucking wild to try and find out if I'd ever consider "subbing" for one of Gage's clients -just for the thrill of it? It would just obviously have to be someone new who had seen some of his photos (which at that show his face but just barely his flaccid cock) and hadn't actually been with him yet. The photos I saw showed his ass and legs from behind more clearly than anything else, and in that respect I'd say we're even more identical.
My first response was "no fucking way"-I mean why would I? But the more "Gage" talked about his experiences, especially with some of his older wealthier women clients who sometimes end up cumming for the first time in years and how hot and thrilling it can sometime actually be - I decided I "might" consider it depending on the circumstances. But I would just do it for the fun and experience and the actual money itself all gets paid to "Gage"s agency directly anyway. He never deals with it. I figure it will certainly make for some bragging rights among my buddies at least (if I ever mention it).
I did get a little anxious though when "Gage" called me on Tuesday and mentioned that he already had 2 possible new clients that might be perfect for ME (and our little charade) THIS Saturday (meaning tonight). His weekends tend to get booked way in advance apparently and he was already booked as it was but inquiries were still coming in. Look -its not like I haven't fucked pussy before (and some damn fine older pussy on occasion as well). So if I look at this as helping a buddy out to get maybe even more good clients in the future -why not? I'm all for putting my skills to the test. So after hearing all of the details and what was (or might be expected) I though about it for 2 hours (he said I had to decide by then) and said YES. Fuck me.
The only problems were we decided and agreed I would have my hair cut and lightened to look just like his (which I didn't mind so much). But I also have had to completely shave my pubes (which I HATED) but I'll deal with it. Why didn't somebody tell me how much it was going to now itch down there? FUCK. My cock looks really funny to me (and even longer).
Well to get to it: his client is a 46 year old business woman from San Diego who is here for about a week. She just got in last night, but wanted to set something up in advance. She's been divorced for 3 years and has only used escorts a couple of times before. The fantasies this woman has though are pretty crazy. I'm to meet her tonight at 11:00 in the lounge of the Hotel where she's staying. I certainly know the place well -but had better only clue you in later right before I go maybe.
She's paid for a full 2 hours and really likes if the escort can cumm multiple sessions. Hey -that's really not a problem seeing as I hit my long awaited (finally) 40 day mark a few days ago (achieved partly thanks to my moratorium on English pussy). The only problem I see is that "Gage" is advertised as being 8 1/2 inches and thick. Well I'm certainly thick, but in terms of length I just kind of worry about how I'm going to explain the almost 2 extra inches?
UPDATE: Jesus- I'm panicking. Not a complete full on panic attack yet but still a pretty good ass clenching, "mother-fuck me, what have I gotten myself into now" kind of moment. I think it will get better. It's just because 20 minutes ago (and I was about 2 minutes away from calling my doorman for the taxi) I went to shut off my computer and had gotten a forwarded message from "the lady". We're having to go through "the service" and correspond by email only (she likes the privacy of that actually) since I'm not able to use "Gage's phone as he has it with him.
She had needed to postpone my arrival time a bit if that was ok as she was going to be having a late Dinner with some business associates (in the Hotel as well) and was worried that the 2 "parties" might run the risk of encountering each other. She's at the Peninsula Hotel (which I know) and I'm still going to meet her in the Gotham Lounge there, but now at 12:45 (it closes at 1:00). She sent me a pic of from inside the lounge. I posted that on my Tumblr. She also sent me a pic of herself from the neck down in a fine dress (but I won't pot that). She's got some serious cleavage (thank god) that looks all natural as well. I have no idea what her pussy will be like and am trying to put out of my mind the realization that in a couple of hours time I plan to be stud fucking (for nearly 2 hours) a lady who is actually only 2 years younger than my own mother.
I plan on leaving from here at about 11:45. I'm going to take another shower and change the suit I'm wearing. That should help calm me down -maybe. I have a lighter metallic silver suit (which was about $2,400) that I haven't even worn yet. With the right mesh underwear my cock should look absolutely massive down my leg when I walk into that lounge later. Hey, not to brag -but if I can't turn every fucking head in the place with my package on full display when I walk in that Hotel lobby and lounge -then somethings really fucking wrong with this country at the moment.