Satisfaction, Part 2

Heads and Tails

How many bookings you are willing or able to take on in a single day?

Two is a good number, especially if one is for a few hours. I find it hard to remain as charming and amiable after a certain point, so when it’s up to me I generally won’t do a fourth. Also, now that I have to travel to meet all my clients, anything beyond three is a nightmare to schedule, and everything ends up feeling rushed with an eye on the clock. Such situations seldom make anyone feel comfortable.

It’s hard to know when to stop, sometimes; it’s one of those unspoken rules that you’ll have a few days with no interest at all, and then everyone wants to see you at the same time. Dollar signs float in front of your eyes, but you have to be realistic. Plus, I can only suppress my gag reflex for so long.

Do you always know in advance what role you will be called up to perform?

I don’t. I find that a lot of clients, even though they have a clear idea of what they want before you take off your clothes, like to promote an attitude of “we’ll just see what happens”. Despite the fact that anal sex is almost always on the menu, whether or not it’s discussed, I only get into it about one third of the time; and although I have been getting back in touch with that inner little dirty bitch that likes to take it (just ask Spark), I’m still a far cry from a veracious bottom, so I try to keep that to a minimum. Many guys I’m with also have grand designs to bone me, but then can’t get hard enough, or co-ordinate their attack, so to speak. In such cases, I feign disappointment.

There’s also certain breed of older gay john that just wants to be fucked, no questions, foreplay or funny business otherwise, but I do mean older. They happen to be quite up-front, which is great, because I have learned that I prefer to avoid them, grizzly old bastards that they are.

My talents seem to lie more in the realm of the sensuous and the passionate. I’m the lover-for-rent more than the fuck-buddy. I gasp, and I arch; and I yank on the mattress, grab at the wall. I’m a five star, AAA kisser, and I give amazing head. Yes, amazing. I’ve made people forget how to talk, walk and see. I have the testimonials to prove it.

What sort of split are your sessions in terms of topping or bottoming?

I get more requests for bottoming before hand, I think primarily because I sport a more boyish look, but often get someone wagging their ass in my face during the session when nothing at all was mentioned about it before hand. Sometimes I get the "well, I've never tried, but maybe I'd like it" right before he almost inhales my hand with his sphincter. "You could try and fuck me...."

It’s a task I’m not always up for.

Do you ever get a little tender in places?

I do, but generally only when someone is determined to do the same thing in the same position, over and over and over. Small, stroking movements at the same spot on the arm or inner thigh seems to be popular. Also, hand jobs with no variety in pressure or tempo invariably chafe. Occasionally, someone insists on keeping at a blowjob even after you’ve asked them to stop because their teeth keep scraping, but they eventually get the hint.

I suffer more from muscles that have been forced to hold, balanced in the same position for extended periods of time. Spasms in the middle of the night kind of suffering. I pity acrobats.

If you weren't prepared to bottom and a client asked it of you, how do you explain why you can't or shouldn't?

A simple “no” is always best. Explanations invite rebuttals or empty assurances, so a polite but blunt refusal usually does the trick. If someone presses the issue, I usually say that I haven’t had a chance to clean the pipes.

Comments

[El Diablo]

pleading the fifth on the mardi gras beads question, eh? perhaps that is wise after all... hehehehe

[Note]

The Mardi Gras question will be answered, El Diablo; just you wait.