In a Sea of Dicks

I’m not hiding the fact that I love escorts. It’s simple, efficient and they always come when you text them. What I didn’t expect is that one of them would love bomb me so hard, that I end up asking him for a date.

But let’s start from the beginning. Another rainy weekend horny and bored, I been browsing the catalog (aka RentMen). There’s this one guy who is incredibly handsome, HUGE, and overall looks like a handsome teddy bear that is going to f the shit out of you.

The only problem? He’s top only. At least that’s what he says. I ended up trying my luck and (for a slightly higher price) he said he’s gonna bottom for me.

That alone made my day. I looooove to pound tops. I have a good thick tool, I’m not giving them a beginner treatment. They get it all. And they usually go crazy because it’s an experience they don’t have every day. Also, dare I say, I know what I’m doing.

It started right in the elevator. That teddy bear face commented on how handsome I am and started giving me a kiss. Compliment after compliment, this gorgeous Brazilian blew through all my defenses, so far that I got nervous and couldn’t even get properly hard.

I mean, not that it would have mattered much. I’m usually the dominant part, so when we got things going in bed, I started doing my thing. He simply didn’t move and whispered in my ear “we aren’t doing that just yet” and continued with his program. Uhhhh. In most cases I’d try to keep control, but he just had the right word for every situation and I was like butter in his hands.

When his hammer started to mercilessly force its way in and slowly but steadily increased in speed and force, I was in heaven. Those kisses, that intense stare, and this subtle stream of compliments that no man gave me before were just too much.

“I love the way you kiss.” “You feel so good.” “I love your smell.” “You are sooo handsome.”

And it’s not just the words, it’s also the way he said it, whispering it in my ear while he was holding me tight and being in me. How could anyone not melt?

Plus, he kept asking what I do and if I’m single and how long... this man. Ouffffff. That can’t possibly be fake, can it? No escort ever did this to me, and why would they? They want customers, not someone asking them out for a date.

So the next day when I woke up and still smelled and felt him, I had to reach out.

“I wanna see you again” “You’ve got my contact. “Hmm okay. Maybe I was just high.” “What do you mean?” “Sorry. I fell for this connection talk and thought you’d be interested for a date.”

(No response anymore)

Since this gorgeous hunk kept occupying my thoughts, I tried once again. Being more direct and asking him for a dinner, reiterating that our connection was special

(No response)

At this point, I was just utterly confused. Why do this to me? Why fake such an intense connection? Can this even be faked? But if it was real, why would you ghost me? And what stupid strategy is that, since it’s unlikely that I gonna let him fuck with my mind again.

Well, that should have been the end of the story, but I just had to know. So months later, another high night, I invited him again. This time, prepared...

So after some fun, I finally asked him why he didn’t reply and why he would fake such things.

“Oh, nothing was fake. I really felt this connection. Everything I said, I meant. Where you’re wrong is what the next step is going to be. I’m not looking for a date, or a boyfriend. This here is my job, I’m quite happy on my own and my lifestyle makes it hard to have a partner, so I’m not looking.”

But why did you ghost me?

“I did read your text, and I was busy so I wanted to reply later. And then I forgot. This happens quite some time to me, and I apologise.”

Heck, can’t even be mad about this. I’m absolutely the same, as some of my friends know (and complain) about.

“Do you get this more often? That clients fall for you?”

“Yes... it happens more than you think. When I’m with someone, I give them 100% of my attention. I listen what they say, I am in the now. I don’t look at my phone. It confuses people, because so few actually do that. They are on their phone and their thoughts wander elsewhere. When I’m with someone, I’m just there for this person. It confuses people.”

In the end, I have to thank him. Teaching an old dog new tricks isn’t easy, but I’ve learned quite a bit from his ways. So be careful, bois.