Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012 18:36:14 -0500
From: Adz Sampson <SwaggerJagger90@mail.com>
Subject: The Secret Diary of a Call Boy

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that I write about unless
stated. They are the work of Channel 4 and Lime Pictures. 'Hollyoaks' is
there merely to perve at all the fit guys. :P

 My name is Ste Hay and I'm 21 years of age. I live in a shitty little
village called Hollyoaks. It's awful, but you know, its home. And I like
it. Sometimes. I have 2 children and Im gay. Your probably thinking 'Chav'
which you know was probably true a few years ago. Not so much now. I live
with my ex fiancee and my children. It's dysfunctional. Completely
dysfunctinal. But it works somehow. I love Amy. She's the mother to my
children and we've been through so much together. She's my best friend.

 I also just happen to be a call boy. An escort. A hooker. A prostitute if
you must

 Your probabably now thinking that this boy is deranged. And you might be
right. I get paid a shitload of money, nightly, to have sex. It's not as
horrible as it sounds. I love money and I love sex, so getting paid for
getting laid? It's actually pretty awesome. Well, most of the time. You do
get the odd weirdo that but that's to be expected and in every job you get
a weirdo. No-one knows about my secret. Not even Amy. She thinks I work
nightly in a bar. And I never want her to find out, she doesnt need to find
out. She's getting money for rent & the kids and she doesn't need to know
the rest.

 Do I love being an escort? Not really. I mean I love the sex part, and
meeting lots of gorgeous hunks. And the money is brilliant. But sex
sometimes gets annoying But I have to do it. To earn money. I'm not really
sure I'm cut out for a normal job. And whilst in my personal life, I'm a
complete top, you have to bottom for clients. And sometimes I could do
really do with a night off from being pounded from here to next month. So
yes, whilst I love the money and enjoy the sex part of being an escort, I
don't really see myself doing this job forever. Hopefully there's a decent
job out there for me to get my teeth into one day. But for now, I pride
myself on looking my best and getting as many clients as I can. Because I
have a gift that God has given me in the trouser department, and it's only
fair to share that gift with the men of England.

 *

 Today is January 2nd 2012 and I'm going on my first night of escorting of
the new year. I had a little break over Christmas and New Year to spend
time with the family. It was really amazing seeing my kids Leah & Lucas
opening thier Christmas presents. Amy and I gave them a brilliant Christmas
and hopefully one they will remember for the rest of thier lives Because
that is why I'm doing this Mainly For the kids. To spoil them rotten like
they deserve. Anyway, like all escorts I have a madam. Or pimp as we call
him. His name is Darren and he is gorgeous. But straight. He hooks me up
with clients. When Darren opened up his business with his girlfriend Nancy,
he didn't expect to hire male escorts. But he realised there was even more
money in that. And I was only thier 2nd ever male client to sign up for
Cinergy's Escorting a year ago. Now it's blemishing with over 30 female
escorts and 10 male escorts.

 Their's weird perks to being an escort. Sometimes you get a really
brilliant client who just basically wants some good fun with an escort, and
I'm only happy to provide that. I love a bit of job satisfication and if I
can shag them good and make them smile, then I know I'm doing my job
properly. But then there are times when you get a really demanding
customer. Like one of our regulars, his bisexual and is into threesomes
with a male and female. So somtimes I hook up with my friend and fellow
escort Sinead to provide the teenager the best experience he can. Of
course, I've had sex with females before. I have 2 children for God's sake,
so the sight of a vagina is not going to make me heave and contemplate
becoming a born again virgin. But I just don't happen to find females
attractive. And whilst Sinead is a beautiful woman who is naturally gifted
in the breast area, she doesn't turn me on. So when we're providing the
client with the service, and he wants me to touch Sinead, I have to do
it. You just have to close your eyes and think of Brad Pitt.

 The worst clients though are the ones who are into kinky shit. I once had
a client who wanted me to shit on him. I'm not even kidding I refused, of
course, and it left me a little bad feedback on the website which did me
some damage for a couple of weeks. But there is a level and I'd never stoop
that far. I have pissed on a couple of clients though, and I'll never for
the life of me understand why some people find that hot. It's
disgusting. And spanking. I mean, I don't find that a turn on at all and if
anything it makes my erection disappear faster then Katie Price's knickers
on a night out, but some guy are into that and you just have to lie back
and think of England, so to speak.

 Darren and Nancy are like my parents. In a weird, perverted way. Their not
perverts really there just raking in the money. And it's like they forced
us into this. They look out for us, and are basically are fairy Godparents
who provide us with support if we need it, but also with lube and Extra
Large dildos if we need it. There both awesome yet scary and I doubt I'd
ever have met them if I didn't get into this occupation.

 I get an Email from Nancy at about 5.00pm. Leah is dozing on the sofa
having fallen asleep whilst watching Peppa Pig whilst Lucas is playing with
a jigsaw and getting frustrated that he can't find the cow's head. Bless. I
read the email and am told I'm meeting a professional, closeted footballer
tonight who hasn't requested anything major except that condoms must be
worn. That's fantastic. I rarely do bareback sex in my professional career
but you occasinally get the odd guy who wants to fuck you without wearing a
condom. I have to trust them and I do regular checks at the clinic. Touch
wood, to date, I've never had a sexual health problem.

 Closted people are strange ones. Most of the clients are closeted. Either
there married and living a secret gay life, or are a professional person
who is in the public eye and can't come out but still want to enjoy a
healthy sex life. Cinergy's Escort's has seen many a closeted sportsperson,
actor, singer etc through it's doors and we're only happy to serve them. I
have one regular client who is married with 4 children and denies that he
is gay, but just enjoys blowjobs from guys. We never do anything other then
blowjobs, and he never gives on back. I't strange, really, but he pays alot
of money for that blowjob. It's amazing to think that my
 mouth can earn 500 smackers just for sucking an average sized cock I'm not
complaining though- I'd never complain!

 I know I'm not the best looking guy in the world. Actually, I wouldn't
even say I was in the top 5 million. I'm skinny as a rake and could do with
doing more weights to bulk up the muscle a bit. But guys seem to love
me. They worship me and love my cock, so am I to deprave the world of me?

 I'm meeting Mr Closeted Footballer at a hotel room. It's usually always
hotel rooms. Sometimes I do out calls where I visit them at thier flat,
house or whatever but is £50 more. I never do in calls though, mainly cos
I live in a shithole that is rarely tidy. Plus the kids toys scattered
around the house.. Well, I'm gathering that is a bit of a turn off. Unless
some depraved guy out there would actually enjoy having a Barbie up thier
arse. Actually, scrap that. I know there is a guy out there who would love
that, and it gives me the heebies just thinking off it. Change of subject
needed, me thinks!

 The hotel is a regular spot and probably the hotel that Cinergy Escorts
uses the most. It's local, not too shabby and not cheap. The Escort agency
usually pays for the use of the hotel, but the money is usually made up
that same night when I've finished sucking or fucking whatever guy is the
lucky one that particular night. It's a nice hotel. It has five floors, and
the top floor is the luxury suite. I've been there several times, mainly
with mega rich dudes who have more money then sense. But there usually the
best ones. And the tips are fabulous, which is why my car is 6x the price
that I would be able to afford without it.

 I get out of the shower and look in the mirror. Yes, I look fantastic. My
hair looks divine, as always. I check the details once again and load them
up into my Iphone and off I am. Ready for another night of paid for sex. I
drive the 15 minutes to the hotel. In the car, I have a quick smoke before
getting out and walking inside the hotel. I get a text from Nancy telling
me that Mr Closeted Footballer will be in Room 402 and is already waiting
for me. The hotel staff know that I'm an escort and 99% of them are
friendly. The doorman Jack greets me with a nod as I walk in, and the
receptionist named Cindy gives me a pleasant smile. Cindy is nice, most of
the time. Except she has the tendancy to be a bit of a bitch. I found out
from another escort, Maddie, that Cindy actually applied to be a Cinergy
Escor but was turned away because she was 'too old'. That must have
hurt. She's barely in her 30's.

 I'm not nervous. I never get nervous. More anxious then everything. I get
into the lift, because hey, I'm going to hopefully be up all night with a
mega fit footballer thank you very much I need to save as much as energy as
I can muster. And plus, I hate stairs anyway. They are my enemy. I get into
the lift with a girl who has obviously fake tits. They are so massive I
actually think one of her breasts is bigger then her head. She's obviously
an escort aswell but clearly not as a classy as a Cingergy escort. She
smiles at me. They always smile at me. Escorts can always seem to spot
another escort. It's strange. Even when I'm out shopping I'm always aware
if I pass another escort, even if we are in our normal day to day clothes
and without a dildo shoved in our mouths. She is going up the 2nd
floor. She couldn't walk up one flight of stairs. I blame her airbags. She
obviously can't walk properly with the size of them beauties.

 Getting out the lift I walk the short minute down to the corridor. It
takes me a while to find 402 as it's on the other side of the floor. A room
I've never used before. I'm a room 402 virgin, so to speak. I pull out the
mirror from my pocket and do a quick hair check. Perfect. The door is
already open so I push it open, go inside and close the door quitely behind
me.

 Walking into the room, I'm greeted my the hotel room smell. It's obviously
been freshly cleaned. There is a double bed but no-one on it. I walk inside
closer and can hear movement. The guy is in the bathroom. "Er.. Hello" I
call out. I sit myself on the bed and wait.

 He walks out of the bathroom and is shirtless. I'm greeted by a
musclebound hunk of a man. He obviously works out very hard! He'd be about
a 9 in the gay world, so clearly so far out of my league. He'd be
premiership whereas I'd be barely 2nd division. He smiles at me."Hello,
would you like a drink?" he asks me and he doesn't seem nervous. They are
usually confident as fuck or so nervous they can hardly sport a boner.

 "No thank you" I reply and he smiles. He picks up a opened bottle of beer
from the side and takes a sip. He stands there, wearing a pair of jeans. A
pair of white Calvin Klien boxers are showing. He runs his hand down his
hairless, smooth rock hard abs. "What's your name?" I ask him, trying to
get the pleasanties out of the way.

 He smiles. Never stops smiling, actually. "Riley". He seems relieved that
I don't recongise him. I don't watch football so wouldn't know who he
was. Unless he was David Beckham or Wayne Rooney. And thank jesus that it
wasn't the latter.

 "Hi Riley" I smile at him "Nice to meet you".

 He continues to smile at me. He continues to look at me. His fucking
hot. I can feel my cock stiffening already inside my boxer shorts. "Nice to
meet you aswell". He puts down his beer and comes and joins me on the
double bed. He sits next to me and places a hand on my knee. "Your very
pretty" he says and I smile at him, taking the compliment.

 "And your fucking hot!" I reply and he grins.

 I look at his hand, which is still on my knee, and notice a wedding
ring. "Wife?" I ask.

 His smile doesn't falter. "Yes" he says "Mercedes. Lovely woman. She's
pregnant".

 "Congratulations" I offer.

 "It's not mine". Even when he says that, his smile doesn't falter. He
moves his hand slowly from my knee to my thigh. "She's fucking my best
friend".

 I don't know what to say to that. It's best not to say anything
really. There obviously in a loveless marriage. His using the services of a
male escort and she's apparently fucking his best friend. Despite my not
asking, he speaks anyway. "It's cool. We're married but we haven't had sex
for 5 months. She knows I'm gay and she's cool with it. I make a mint and
she's happy to spend my cash. I give her money, she doesn't suck my cock-
we're both happy. Win-win".

 That kinda sucks. But whatever works for them I guess. "Do you kiss?" I
ask. I ask because some guys think kissing is 'too weird'. Like it cements
them as a poof. There quite happy to let me suck thier dick, or for them to
rim or fuck my arse, but a kiss? Fuck off, there not gay. And that's
cool. That's fine. I'm not a lover of kissing anyway.

 "Fuck yes" he says and is instantly on my mouth. His mouth clashes against
mine, our teeth knock together. His tounge is soon out, exploring my
mouth. Wet. Very wet. Long tounge. I slide my tounge into his open, willing
mouth and he lets out a groan of appreciatian. The kiss gets deeper. More
passionate. More hungry. My hands explore his chest. It really is rock
hard. I run a single finger up his musclebound chest. He's wet. Must have
showered. Didn't notice that before. The kissing seizes.

 "So hot" he groans. "Your wearing too much clothing. Far too much". I
slide my jacket off and it hits the floor. He lifts my arms up and pulls
off my t-shirt in one swift move, and throws it somewhere. I don't notice
where it goes. Don't particularly care. He looks at my skinny frame and
smiles. "So thin.. So hot". He lays down on the bed and I straddle
him. "What do you want me to do, sir?". Most guys love it when I call them
sir.

 "Take off my trousers". Like I need asking twice! I undo his jeans and he
helps slide them down to his ankles. He kicks them off. I notice his bulge
instantly. Boy is hard! A bit of pride seethes through me, knowing I caused
that major hardon. And just from kissing. I really am fabulous. I grab his
dick through the material of the boxers. It's big. Not massive. But not
average. About 7 or 8 inches if I'm guessing. And uncut. So hot. I slowly
wank him gently and he lets out a satisfied groan. Let's me know I'm doing
a good job. I want to touch it.

 "Your boxers are coming off!" I tell him. Not ask. But tell. He seems to
enjoy me bossing him about. "They are far too inconvenient". He doesn't
reply. Just smiles a toothy smile at me. God, he's lush. Lucky this is not
'real life' because I'm pretty sure I would have fallen in love with him by
now. I pull his boxers down to his ankles. His erection pops out and hits
his chest. It's beautiful. His balls are low hanging and just dying to be
sucked. I can't even remember throwing the boxers off but ther apparently
not there now.

 "Lay still, big boy, I'm gonna suck your dick" I say seductively.

 "Fuck yes, suck me"

 I lick his cock. Again, he sighs a sign of appreciation. I hold it with
one hand and lick the whole cock, slowly, and it grows harder instantly. I
abandon the actual cock for a moment and focus on his quite magnificent
bollocks. I take them both in my mouth, which he obviously likes from the
sounds his making, and suck them slowly. With my right hand, I slowly wank
him off whilst still sucking on his balls. The greek god is lying there,
moaning like I've never heard before. I seize the sucking of the bollocks
and return to focusing om the beautiful cock that is standing before
me. Waiting to be sucked. Who am I to deny something so beautiful what it
craves? And if it's my mouth it craves, my mouth it shall get! I wrap my
mouth around the tip of his cock, keeping eye contact with the fit
footballer the whole time, and slowly take it down my throat. I instantly
speed up the pace and feel my own cock getting harder by the second. "God,
you suck a mean cock" he groans. I would tell him that I've had plenty of
experience, but he obviously knows this. Instead, I thank his compliment by
taking his cock deeper down my throat, Which he definitely likes. I'm soon
deep throating the big cock, and he helps me my pushing my head. I don't
gag, because please, I'm an expert cock sucker, me.

 "Remove your clothes" he demands. So now he is boss. That's cool. I can
cope with that. I'm just here to satisfy his needs. Some guys prefer me to
remain clothed. Actually, some guys like to remove as little clothing as
possible. I once had a guy who couldn't cope with being naked in front of
another person so he literally made me fuck him through the material of his
boxers. It was rough. But it somehow worked. I think. Well, I remember
blowing a massive amount of cum that night. So it must have worked. I
abandan the cock for a moment to take off my own jeans. I'm wearing a pair
of Aussiebum boxers, a present from my gay friend Mike. He seems intrigued
by my cock bulge and asks me to take off my boxers. I do so. His mouth is a
picture when I reveal my cock.

 "Holy fucking shit" he groans. I get that reaction alot. You wouldn't
think by looking at my skinny figure that I'd be hung like a horse. But
yes, all 11 inches of me is real. "That is the most fucking brilliant thing
I've ever seen".

 I smile a reply and get back to sucking his dick. His still hard, harder
infact then he was. "Finger me" he groans. So he lifts his legs up a little
to expose his gorgeous arse. I slide a finger inside it. So tight. So
hot. I continue to suck at his dick and slowly finger his arse which has
him moaning like I've not heard before. Like seriously, I could get off
just listening to him moan. It's fucking gorgeous. I pick up the speed a
little and a 2nd finger goes in. His so tight. Virgin? Maybe not. But his
defientely never taken 11 inches. I can tell you that.

 His moaning gets louder. He starts shaking. I can tell his about to
blow. I continue to take his 7 inches down my throat and my finger fucking
gets more faster. More intense. He lets out a 'holy shit' before he
explodes. In my mouth. I swallow the goods, and take his wet cock in my
hand. Emptying his sack all over his chest, my hands and I swear some hits
the ceiling. He falls back onto the bed, spent.

 But his clearly not up for calling it a night yet. He wants to get his
money worth.

 "Fuck me" he demands.

 *

 So that's that! If you enjoyed it, I'll write more! Please review I will
appreciaite it! And let me know what you want to see- I love feedback!
SwaggerJagger90@mail.com. Peace out. x