My chance to be a rent boy

I've always liked the idea of being paid for sex, but its never happened. Until yesterday. I'm logged into the central London cruising chat room on gaydar and a guy puts the following message on the open channel:

"Anyone want to let me watch you wank, cash paid"

I've mentioned before in this blog (Saturday entertainment on gaydar) that exhibitionism is a little side-line of mine so I start a private chat with the guy to see whether he'll pay me to wank off.

Within 15 minutes I'm in a cab to Soho. I'll get £30 for wanking off for him. "Is there anything else I can do for you to get more money" I had asked. "No thanks", he replied. While in the cab I txt him on his mobile "Do you want to film me or take pictures?". I get a txt response "No way". Well, at least everything is nice and clear.

I go to the Prince Edward theatre on Old Compton Street as arranged, and phone him on his mobile. "I'm here", I say, "so will you come and take me to your office now? And hurry if you can, its very cold today!". Within 5 minutes I'm walking with the guy to his office round the corner. The guy is average build with a kind face, probably in his early 40's.

We go downstairs into a basement room which is packed with boxes of loads of different kinds of mechandising material. At the back of the room, once we've got round all the boxes, there's a black sofa. "You can do it there", he says, in a voice that suggests he's looking forward to my show.

I gradually strip off and get to work. "Do you want to touch me?" I ask. "Yes OK", he says, "you've got nice looking balls". While he's touching I ask "do you want to play with me too?". "No thanks", he says, smiling. Ahh well, never mind. I do enjoy being played with, but he's paying for this so he's in charge. As I head towards the finale, I notice that he's getting an erection inside his trousers.

Afterwards I mop up using a t-shirt which he produces from one of the boxes. We chat a while. He says he doesn't have a wife, girlfriend or boyfriend. I wonder why, because he seems like a lovely guy. "My work takes all my time", he explains. He asks a bit about my life, so I tell him a bit about boyfriend number 1. Within another 5 minutes he says he's going to have to throw me out because he's got work to do, so I get dressed again. As I leave, I pick up the £30 which he left on the desk for me. My guess is that the poor guy is gay, but doesn't like the idea of being gay. There are probably a lot of guys like that around.