Monday, 29 December 2014

Looking forward To 2015

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas because I certainly did. Thank you so much to those clients who tipped or bought a little present. It is nice to be appreciated. I also have to apologise for having limited availability. I am only one person and as many of my clients know I have other business interests and they took up lots of my time.

I am however availible most days until the 5th of January.

I have of course continued to be as raunchy as always. Lots of nice hard cock to suck on, arseholes to rim and some very bad boys who indulged me in my favourit kink, pissing. getting hard just thinking about one gentleman in particular. I shall write about that little encounter in my next post.

I have sadly had to increse my prices. I now charge £50 for half an hour, £65 for 45 minutes and £80 for the hour. Anyone who has ever booked me know that those prices are still good value considering how rude and dirty I am, as well of course being a very good masseur.

I am also still writing my second "My Dirty Memoirs" the first is still availible on kindle, please treat yourselves and leave a review. I am also still writing my historic erotica, which should have been available for Christmas, but sadly I did not finish in time.

I am also considering doing short stories for Kindle, based on my adventures, which you can download for 99p or some other low price. I would be able to write those quicker, and I know that  my dirty minded readers are dribling in anticipation, if you get my meaning.

I will sign off and wish everyone a happy New Year and I will post another erotic recollection this week for your pleasure and to wet your appetite either for an appointment or for the next kindle book.

Chris xxx

Saturday, 30 August 2014


My new domination site is ready. You can view it  HERE It is simple and easy to navigate and an ideal launching spot for my new anthology of erotic short stories which will be published soon and available to download onto your kindle.

If you cant wait to read the book, you can of course ring and speak to me in person on my new wank line. Be as dirty as you want. The wank line No is 07053 580510

Obviously the new service is for those guys looking for role play and perhaps a little spanking, caning fun. My regulars clients will know that this will include, if required, all the dirty sex you can think of.

Domination is of course not a new venture for me. I have clients who have enjoyed exploring their submissive side over many years. Which reminds me of one particular incident, from a few years ago:

I was called to a guys house with his instructions that he wanted to be verbally humiliated, his pants taken down, put across my knee and spanked.

He is a guy in his late thirties, reasonably toned. When I arrived he was dressed in jeans and a t shirt. My instructions was that I was to play the role of his boss who had discovered that he had been rude to a valued customer.

I fell straight into the role. I told him that he was a "fucking disgrace" and "an embarrassment, who deserved to have his bare arse tanned."
" He begged forgiveness, stating that he would never do anything like this again."
I of course was having none of it.

Taking a seat on a suitable chair, I told him to stand in front of me and unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. He did as he was instructed, turning red, as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down a little.
I pulled him toward me and roughly pulled his jeans down to his ankles before telling him to remove them completely. This left him standing in his little cotton briefs and t shirt.
I noticed that he already had a good bulge showing in his briefs. He was already semi erect, and getting harder I was pleased to note, even though I had not yet touched his cock.

I pulled him across my knee and pulled his pants down over his arse cheeks, revealing his bubble butt. I stroked his arse cheeks roughly, squeezing them, my hand slipping between his legs, so that I could feel his firm balls through the thin cotton of his pants. I couldn't resist squeezing  his cock, which I was pleased to note was now  rock hard.

Suddenly I brought my hand down hard on his buttocks. It was a hard slap, that left a red mark on his soft arse cheeks. He moaned and wriggled on my knee. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg, as I continued to tan his arse cheeks with my bare hand.

All the time I was spanking him, I was telling him what a fucking disgrace he was, and that he was a dirty bastard, getting so hard and turned on by my spanking him.
"He should be sorry for his mistake, not humping my fucking leg, while I spanked his arse cheeks." I reprimanded him.

After twelve of the best with my hand across his bare arse I allowed him to stand. He was red in the face, but his cock betrayed how truly excited he was. It stood out a good seven inches, forming a tent in his little pants which still, almost, covered his erection. I noticed the cotton was wet with pre cum.

I slapped his bare arse again, as he stood, trying to avoid my slaps. I had hold of him by his pants however which I now pulled off completely.

His cock was thick I noted and a stream of pre cum oozed out of his piss hole. I took his thick cock in my hand and squeezed it hard, while with my other hand, forced between his legs from the back, I grabbed his balls, squeezing them gently while stroking his cock.
"What the fuck is this," Noting how his cock jerked in my hand, his knob end becoming more moist with every stroke.
"I'm sorry sir," he whimpered.
"You dirty cunt," I yelled at him. "Look, you have got me fucking hard now," I chastised him, as I released him and standing I pulled out my own rock hard cock.
"What you going to fucking do about this then," I demanded.
"I don't know sir," He whimpered.
"On your fucking knees."I demanded as I removed my own trousers and briefs, so that I now wore only my socks, shirt, tie, and suit jacket.
He obeyed and I stood over him, stroking my cock.
"Take it in your fucking mouth, you dirty fucking cunt."
He opened his mouth and I shoved my cock in, forcing it deep down his throat. He began to suck me, using his tongue to lick up and down the shaft, before licking around my balls.
All the time he was sucking my cock I continued to verbally abuse him.

"Show me your arse cheeks." I demanded. He swung around on his keens and putting his head near the ground he presented his arse to my view, pulling his cheeks apart, allowing me a view of his arsehole. It was shaved, the hole itself a puckered circle that just demanded to be fucked.

I once more to slapped his arse cheeks as he squirmed on the floor beneath me. Again and again I slapped him with my hand until his arse cheeks were red. It was his puckered arsehole however kept capturing my attention.

To cut a long story very short, it was not long before I was shoving my thick cock into his tight little arse ring. It was a pure joy to watch my knob end disappear, almost sucked, into that welcoming hole. I remember he was fucking tight. A virgin arse he assured me.
Despite his virginity, he took my cock deep inside his man cunt. I fucked him with long hard strokes, pulling nearly out, before plunging back ball deep once more. I was fucking him like a stallion, and to be honest, although its a great fuck position, especially if your doing a show fuck, it also kills the legs.
I was near shooting my ball load anyway, so pulling out of his arse I told him to get on his knees and to open his mouth. Standing over him once more I told him to lick my balls while I wanked myself off, His tongue was warm and wet around my balls, which he tried to suck individually and together, into his mouth. It was not long before I was ejaculating my ball cream, his tongue slithering over my knob end so that every last drop of spunk was caught and swallowed

Now, how, I thought, was I going to bring this dirty bastard off. Then it occurred to me.
"Lie down, you fucking dirty cunt." I demanded.
He lay down on the floor and I squatted over his face, presenting my arsehole to his tongue. He began to lick my arshole. pushing his greedy tongue deep into my arse ring while he wanked himself off. It was not long before he let out a long muffled groan and ejaculated jet after jet of hot spunk over his T shirt. I remember that a warm spray hit my dangling balls.

That was a few years ago. I've seen this chap several times since then. He is one of my dirtiest clients and I am sure he will recognise himself in this retelling of a very horny encounter. He is probably, like me having a wank over the memory.

Thursday, 28 August 2014


August, being a quiet month, has allowed me to think a little about the services I offer and how I could improve them. The massage business has been very popular. Fans of this blog, of my book, and my many clients, will confirm that I've had some really, really, great sex. Most clients return again and again, so I must be doing something right, or I am just a really dirty bastard. I think probably the latter.

I have always offered domination to clients who have requested that service. This usually consists of verbal abuse, spanking, and for the real enthusiasts, caning. These are usually gentleman who enjoy playing out fantasies of being dominated, either by a headmaster figure, or, by their boss. Mostly they fantasise that they are naughty students or teachers, called to the headmasters office, where they are severely reprimanded, either with a spanking, a paddle on the buttocks, or a good hard caning. Pants are of course pulled down, arseholes are closely inspected, fingered and sometimes even fucked. I am very thorough. It all depends on the fantasy.
The other favourite fantasy is for me to play the boss who calls their employee to the office to be verbally abused, stripped, forced to perform sexually. As you can imagine, these fantasies can lead to some very dirty sex. Oral, rimming, pissing, both ways are popular, and I often end up fingering or fucking the reprimanded employee. I will let you use your imaginations as to the many variations such fantasies could produce.

I have been persuaded to offer this fantasy, domination service, to a wider audience. I am presently working with a web designer, who hopes to have the new simple, but easy to negotiate, website, up and running very soon. It is very Gothic. I cant wait until it is finished.
In the meantime, for those who can't wait, and who may want to book now, my prices will be :-

£50 for half an hour and £90 for an hour. Longer appointments are available. Call 07913 530636

Sexually I offer and am happy to receive/give, oral, cum in mouth, fingering, rimming, pissing.

I can fuck you, but I am top only.

Please note however that I do not do leather, or slings, and nothing to do with scat. So please don't ask.

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Dirty Telephone Chat Is Proving Very Popular.

Just a quick update. My new dirty chat telephone service is proving very popular. I had already had several dirty men telling me the most disgusting and obscene things they would like to get up to with me. I don't think I have ever had so much fun.
My favourite so far involved a married gentleman who wanted to be humiliated by being tld to lick my arse clean. When he had cleaned my arsehole with his tongue I made him bend over and I piss fucked him to completion.

So if your feeling horny, give me a call on 07053 580510 

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Another Dirty Teaser From My New Novel...Enjoy

Another dirty extract from my new erotic novel, out hopefully this Christmas. Erotic, dark, ideal present to keep you rigid over Christmas..

I lay on the bed, not sure what to do or what was expected.
He took my hand and placed it around his now hard, thick cock. I squeezed gently and felt his cock respond, seeming to grow harder still as I rubbed my hand up and down the shaft.
He indicated that I remove my pants. I did as he asked and awkwardly pulled them down to my knees as I sat on the bed. My own cock now sprang free, to the delight of his lordship who murmured.
Well my boy,” as he took my stiff cock in his hand and squeezed it. 
I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as he began to stroke my cock gently, but firmly. Not sure what to do I placed my hand once more around his cock and began to stroke him, copying what he was doing to me.
I noticed that I was much bigger than lord Jacob, by at least four inches, and that I was a little thicker as well. My cock size seemed to impress lord Jacob who rolled over so that his face was very near the end of my cock. I could feel his warm breath on my cock end. Then suddenly he took my cock in his mouth. I shuddered and let out a long moan. I had never had anyone do this to me before. His mouth felt warm and soft as he slipped my cock further into mouth, and yet further, until I thought he was going to swallow me to the balls. He repeated the motion several times, taking me deep into his mouth and then almost withdrawing, before swallowing me again. I could feel a familiar pressure in my balls and knew that I would be exploding in his mouth very soon if he carried on doing what he was doing. 
I panicked. What if I did cum in his mouth. A lords mouth. I pulled away a little and he looked up, my cock end still encased in his mouth. I noticed how his eyes were glazed. Sucking my cock was obviously giving him pleasure.
Please,” I stuttered. “ If you carry on my lord I will soon cum in your mouth.”
Not yet my boy.” His lordship slipped my cock from his mouth and lay back , his hands behind his head and indicated with his eyes his own cock, which I was still stroking.
Use your mouth boy.”
I had never held another mans cock before, and now he wanted me to take his cock in my mouth, as he had done mine. He saw my hesitation. 
“Are you truly a virgin.”
I nodded and he laughed.
Well tonight you will taste a man's cock and a man's seed.”
Slowly I lowered my head so that my lips were close to his cock end. I put my tongue out, snake like, and tasted the moist bead of pre cum that oozed from his piss hole. It tasted salty, warm. I licked my lips. I felt his hand on the back of my head, forcing my head down gently. Closing my eyes I opened my mouth and slid his cock between my lips. His cock felt hard, yet soft. I noticed it jerked a little as I began to suck his now very moist cock end further into my mouth. I slowly moved my lips down the shaft of his cock so that I nearly had his whole cock in my mouth and I felt his cock end hit the back of my throat. I felt my throat spasm, as though I were going to be sick. I slipped my mouth off his cock quickly, gagging. Thin strands of saliva bridged between my lips and his cock end. My mouth tasted salty, strange, but also nice. My own cock was aching now and I felt his hand once again begin to stroke me. I was excited, nervous. I smiled as my lord nodded toward his cock, indicating that I should carry on sucking him. 
Once more I took him into my mouth and began to suck him harder. I felt his cock begin to jerk and then I heard him moan as my mouth filled with a sudden eruption of cream, warm and salty, that filled my mouth. I involuntary swallowed. His spunk tasted like warm, thick porridge, as it slipped down my throat. His cock continued to jerk, shooting jet after jet of cream into my mouth so that even as I swallowed as much as I could, some of his cream escaped, and ran down my chin. All the time he was shooting his spunk into my mouth he continued to stroke my cock, and just as his cock finished jerking in my mouth, I also began to shoot my own sperm in hot jets that shot across his hand and over his thigh. I had masturbated many times, but this orgasm, someone else stroking my cock to climax, was the best orgasm I had ever experienced. I could feel my arsehole contract, spasm, with each jettison of spunk that spurted from my cock end over his lordships hand and thigh and over his balls and cock. 
I at last opened my eyes. Lord Jacob was laying still. His eyes were closed.
I am sorry my lord.” I mumbled. My mouth was still sticky and warm from his sperm which still dribbled down my chin.
Hmm,” he murmured. “fetch a cloth boy and lets tidy ourselves.
I did as he asked and with a wash flannel wiped my chin and then his thigh and cock and balls.
When I had finished lord Jacob rolled over and pulled the blanket over him.
Back nice and early boy. I have an early start.”
I nodded, but his eyes were already closed. 
I dressed hurriedly and left the room quietly and crept back to my cot in the kitchen. My mind was racing. I felt dirty and yet excited. As I lay in my cot I felt my cock rise again at the memory of my lords hand gently stroking it. I could not help myself and began to stroke myself to another emission, thinking about the pleasure I had just experienced. Eventually I fell asleep with the knowledge that something very important had just happened. I, of course, did not know just how important.

A Naughty New Service

I am happy to announce a naughty new service. From today I am able to offer dirty telephone chat. So if your have a morning glory, stuck in a hotel, or just feeling horny and unable make an appointment, you can give me a call on   07053 580510  and be as dirty as you like at a price of around 50p per minute, depending on if you use a land line or mobile.

If you have read my blog you know how dirty I can be, son now its up to you to tell me how dirty you can be. Giving me a dirty telephone call would be a great way to get to know me before booking an appointment.

When you do want to make an appointment, just call my normal mobile line 07517 697 569 but please note that this line is for appointments only. If you want to talk dirty, and you can be really dirty, please call my special, very dirty chat line:-

07053 580 510

Tuesday, 5 August 2014


These are just initial thoughts for a much longer piece. Comments are welcome. I have not put links in this piece but will in the next.

Male and trans sex workers often share the same clients as female sex workers and the same working spaces, yet our voices are almost silent. There is an undercurrent of prejudice toward male sex work, on both sides of a debate, which is primarily about human rights, about workers rights, about the role of subjective morality in denying rights to people who sell sex. Such prejudice should be unacceptable, but it exist.

Cultural perceptions of what sex work is and about who sells and who buys sex have framed sex work as being exclusively a womans issue. These assumptions have meant that research on male sex work, on how cultural attitudes affect how male sex work is bought and sold and tolerated, have been considered less important. A gap exists in our knowledge about sex work if we ignore the rich history that is male and trans sex work, work which has run parallel to female sex work, but which also has its on distinctive character and history.

Once, in ancient Rome, male sex workers had their own national holiday. Tragically, it was also in Rome, that men selling sex to men, experienced the full horror of a new Christian morality. By order of a Christian Emperor, male sex workers where dragged from their brothels and burned alive before a cheering mob. Christian intolerance of homosexuality, the assumptions of what maleness is within patriarchy, has for centuries negatively influenced a prevailing social attitude toward men who sell sex. Whilst female sex workers where grudgingly tolerated, considered a necessary social evil, male and trans sex workers were simply considered an abomination.

Today, in a more tolerant western society, the social and legal acceptance of homosexuality has allowed the commercial sex market to emerge where, especially men who sell sex to men, can advertise openly.

Male sex workers however are subject to the same legal restrictions as female sex workers. Laws that limit the freedom of sex workers to work together, to hire a third party to represent them, effectively to take measures to protect themselves or support each other, remain illegal in the UK. Similarly, the growing threat of what has become popularly referred to as the Swedish model, which criminalises the clients of sex workers, also does, or potentially will ( if it should ever become law) equally affect male sex workers.

A growing acknowledgment of human rights has encouraged the emergence of groups of sex workers, academics and other supporters, to advocate that sex work is work and that workers deserve rights. Both sex worker rights groups and anti sex work advocates, however have focused almost exclusively on sex work being a woman only issue. The voices of male and trans sex workers have been, if not ignored, then treated as second class and at best recognised in debates with a parting, almost throwaway acknowledgment of, "Oh yes and there are male sex workers, oh and some trans as well." It is hardly surprising that these prejudices exist considering the historical context in which male sex work and male sexuality has been stigmatised within western culture. That stigma is often expressed to justify ignoring, sidelining, male and trans sex workers.

The two most common prejudices are :-

1) Male sex work carries less social stigma than female sex work and male sex workers are less affected by slut shaming.

That is a hard claim to call as definite.

For men selling sex to men, the gay community, whilst traditionally publicly liberal and containing elements that identified closely with the outsider, has equally harboured and expressed many of the same prejudices as the straight community. As the gay community becomes more accepted into mainstream society and increasingly conforms to the heteronormative hegemony of monogamous sex based around property and ownership, those prejudices against the sex worker within their community may increase, not decrease. Certainly in the battle for sex worker rights the gay community, has at best, been cautious in any expression of support. In general, male promiscuity is less problematic, in a society where maleness and masculinity is still defined by a man's sexual libido, by his ability to bed many sexual partners. These attitudes however are reversed when a man, sells himself sexually. The selling of sex for men equates to being submissive. It makes him unmanly. A common depiction of a male sex worker within current debate and historically is of an effeminate man, as someone lacking masculine prowess, without agency.

This effeminisation of the male sex worker is a recurring and dismissive theme in anti sex work rhetoric. It is an image that confirms that strand of feminists thought, that now influences government policy, that equates all sex work as violence toward women and girls and therefore all sex workers, including feminised  "boy" sex workers, as being victims of male sexual aggression. For trans sex workers, prejudice against trans people, within wider society is made more aggressive. Trans sex workers report more abuse and assaults from the public, the police and from criminals who target trans sex workers specifically to express their transphobic aggression and hatred. For male and trans sex workers the public prejudice shared by all sex workers, that they are transmitters of infection and disease, in effect means they are carriers of HIV.

2) Male and trans sex worker are too few in number to deserve a seat at the table.

Everything you read about the numbers of sex workers working is pure guess work. No one knows how many sex workers are street based, how many work indoors, how many are women, how many are trans, or how many are men.

The idea that you can even try and create a sex work policy, when you do not know the numbers within the community for which you are creating policy for, is derisable, yet this is exactly what happens. For the UK, the estimates for sex workers, range between 30,000 and 80,000 but it could be double that. The estimate for male and trans sex workers varies between five per cent and fifteen per cent of whatever that guessed total number is. At least one academic, I remember reading about, suggested that the number of male and trans sex workers in Europe was nearer a third of all current sex workers. The truth is, no one knows anything for definite. It is possible, cultural differences may play a part in the numbers of male or trans sex workers and their visibility, but it is all guess work.

The big problem is the lack of research. In Partial this problem is cultural. Aggressive sexual advertising aimed at the male consumer is something our society understands. The infamous red lights, the photographs of genitals, male and female, are images used by both female and male/trans sex workers to sell sex to men. Researchers, like the rest of society are familiar with these images and presume that this is the whole story, but is it?

The gigolo, a man who sells sex to women, is a culturally recognised figure, but unless he is advertising or operating in a similar manner to his gay or female counterparts, he remains mostly invisible. Does that mean that women do not purchase sex, or does it mean that the purchasing and selling of sex for a female market operates differently?

I have met women who have made arrangements with men, yes usually younger men, often less solvent than themselves. These women, buy those men presents, cars, clothes, and pay their rent etc in return for sex.

If anyone visits resorts in countries like Turkey, or parts of Africa for example, do they even notice the older women, especially from Europe, who have, share local boyfriends, often many years younger than themselves. They claim that they are in love, but it is a love affair where they pay all the bills and get sex and company in return. Cynically, feminists may argue that these women are being used. I would argue back that both the men and the women know what they are doing, they are buying and selling sex. They choose not to acknowledge it as prostitution because prostitution, culturally, is about women selling sex to men.

Popular prejudice and assumptions about what sex work is, about who buys and who sells sex has influenced sex work legislation for too long. What is needed is more evidence and more awareness of the diverse layers of commercial sex that exist within societies. Male sex work is a part of that missing evidence.

In ancient Japan red light areas, where sex workers, both male and female, sold sex, were once referred to as the "floating world" referencing the peculiar space in which they existed. Not quite part of society, not quite separate from society but I think in many respects all sex workers still exist in that special and precarious place. It seems that that special and precarious place remains more so for male and trans sex workers.


Friday, 1 August 2014

My New Quickee Service..Whats It All About...

I started this service a few weeks ago. It was partially a reaction to my clients and partly on the advice of another escort who I speak to who also offers a similar service. I have had a few appointments so far and lots of emails. I thought I would write a little piece on what they entail and recount a very dirty, sexy encounter I had this week.

The idea of the quickee is to provide a service to clients who are in a rush or who just want a very basic service. They work like this:

You call (or regulars can text) to make an appointment, giving at least fifteen minutes notice. If I am available I will give you the address. You then come along and have two options. You can:

A) undress and have either a full shower or a hand shower, this is to make sure that your cock, balls and arsehole is clean. You can then either lie on the massage couch or bed (where you can watch porn if you wish) and I will massage your cock and balls with oil and will wank/suck you to completion (in mouth if desired). I can also finger your arsehole while wanking you if want. The appointment is timed at around ten/fifteen minutes.

B) You can just drop your pants and I will wank you off either while watching porn, lying on the bed, or standing. The choice is yours. Unless you wash your cock I won't do oral on you.

Which ever you choose you cannot wank/suck me etc. This is a simple, basic service which is why it is only £20. If you want the full horny massage experience then it is £40 for half an hour, £50 for forty five minutes and £60 for the hour. Each subsequent half hour or part of is an extra £40.

If you want me to fuck you during an appointment, or cum during an appointment then it is an extra £20. I don't really want to charge for services but because I am popular then if I fuck you and cum it means my next client will probably not get the same service because I have already shot my load. Spunking is not called the money shot for nothing in porn.....

If the above sounds a bit clinical then believe me it isn't. Quickee appointments can be as sexy and in their way even dirtier than full appointments.

Yesterday I had a call from a chap wanting a quickee in ten minutes. I rushed to get ready and opened the door to a guy in white overalls covered in splashes of paint, very obviously a decorator. Tall, nice looking. I said come in and I turned to lead him to the studio, but just as I closed the door to the vestibule he nodded to the stairs and said "can't we just do it here." He had a twinkle in his eye so I thought hmm, this guy is a bit kinky.
Anyway I sat on the second step up to be precise, he unzipped his overall and pulled his white boxers down to reveal a heavy, thick cock which he pulled out. I took it in my hand and began to wank him. I took his balls in my hand. they were heavy and I guessed full of creamy spunk.
"Iv'e read your blog," he moaned as I tossed his cock in my hand, his red knob dribbling pre cum as I slipped the skin back and forth. I admit I was tempted to suck him, but I resisted.
"Next time I come," he whispered, "can I piss over your bare arse and spunk over your tight hole." He had me as horny as fuck, thinking why on earth did he not book a full appointment this time. But as I was fantasizing about how dirty the next appointment would be, he let out a groan and his cock began jerking in my hand as he let fly a ball load of spunk over my face. I was drenched, covered in creamy spunk that was running over my nose, over my mouth and down my chin.
He smiled. "Brilliant," as he handed me two £10 notes, zipped up and made to go. I showed him out, careful not to let any neighbor's see me. I was still covered in sticky, thick globules of spunk than was now sliding off my chin. I felt like a really dirty whore. Well I am, but that why I'm so popular.

So that was just one very quick quickee, and very nice it was for both of us. It certainly got me in the mood for my next client, who had booked for an hour, and who I know well. A very kinky guy....but Ill tell that story another time. 

Monday, 28 July 2014


My apologies for not posting more but life has been hectic.

A quick update.

I have decided, because of popular demand, to offer quickee appointments costing £20. These will be about ten minutes long and will be a blowjob or hand job, depending of preference. I won't undress and no you cant touch me, so don't take the piss. They are for guys on a tight schedule who just feel horny and who prefer a warm mouth to spunk into rather than a sneaky wank at lunch times.

Now talking about piss, which everyone knows is my favorite kink, I had an appointment recently with a charming guy who gave me a very pleasurable time. He was, like most of my clients married and very much the guy next door type, the sort who has two point five kids and barbecues at weekends.

I began as usual with a massage, paying special attention to his round firm arse cheeks which as I massaged deeper of course spread to allow me access to his to his round dark rimmed man cunt which I began to stroke gently with my fingers. I soon had him moaning with pleasure and when I began to use my tongue he was soon pushing his cunt into my face. As he raised himself off the table I was able to slip my hand between his legs and grab his heavy balls in my hand. I began to pull on them gently as I slipped my tongue around his arsehole, occasionally slipping my tongue in between his cunt lips. Eventually he was on his knees, allowing me to lick around his balls and up to his arse and down again. I began to stroke his short but very thick cock which weighed heavy in my hand. I noticed a dribble of sliver pre cum and being a dirty bastard myself I could not resist taking his knob end in my mouth and sucking on it, running my tongue around his glands and into the piss hole. I soon could feel his cock begin to jerk in my mouth and sensed he was nearing pouring his ball load into my mouth. He pushed me away suddenly. "Too soon," he muttered, climbing off the massage table.

He soon had me across the massage table while he knelt behind me and began to use his tongue on my arsehole, biting the cheeks either either side, and licking the full length of my arse crack. I was in sex heaven. I love being rimmed and when he inserted a finger into my tight arse ring and began to finger me while wanking my cock at the same time, it was me dribbling pre-spunk in bucket loads.

Eventually he pulled away. "Can I ask you something," he muttered, turning red with embarrassment. "of course." I replied, squeezing his finger which was still inserted in my arse ring.
"Can I piss on you?"
"Of course you can," I said, my eyes lighting at the prospect. "Anywhere in particular I asked."
"I've always wanted to piss on someones arse and then perhaps in their mouth."
"Not a problem."
I was soon on my knees with my arse cheeeks spread so that he could piss directly onto my anus. I looked around and saw that he was still hard. Most guys find it difficult to piss through a hard on but not this guy. Before long I felt the first spray of warm piss on my arse cheeks and then a powerful jet hit my arsehole. I slipped my hand between my legs and began to frig my arsehole with my finger as he pissed on it. Piss is like lube, I was soon frigging myself finger deep which must have been a horny sight for my client. Fearing he would run out of piss, and wanting his fantasy to be fulfilled I swung myself onto my knees and opened my mouth and received a salty warm spray of piss which I spat out before he filled my mouth again and then again. I was in heaven, wanking my own piss soaked cock. I began to suck on his cock while he was still pissing, the sensation of hot piss in my mouth and my mouth being stretched around his fat cock was too much for me and with a moan I spunked all over his feet and ankles. By the time he had finished pissing I had finished spunking. I looked up. His eyes were glazed with lust. I was still as horny as hell and without being asked began to suck on his still rock hard cock, slipping his knob end deep into my throat. While I was gobbling his cock I began to pull on his balls and then slipping a hand between his legs I slid a finger into his arsehole and as he throat fucked me I frigged him. Suddenly he let out a load moan and my mouth filled with copious amounts of hot salty spunk. The salty spunk mixing with the salty piss was pure heaven. I am sure I swallowed half his load, the other half slipped out of my mouth and down my chin.
I was happy and he looked like the cat who had got the cream...well he did, all over his feet....

Another happy client I though as he kissed my cheek at the door as he left. I honestly hope he becomes a regular. I like it dirty and I certainly made his dirty fantasy a reality. But that my is job and I love it.

I am hoping for a busy August. Don't be shy, give me a call and pop in for a dirty massage. I am a trained masseur, I just take it that little step further.

Monday, 26 May 2014


A short extract from my new novel. It is an erotic, Gothic, historical tale of lust and horror. I hope to have it finished before Christmas. It is a gory read but as you will expect, very, very erotic. But it is also a novel you will not feel embarrassed to have on your kindle if you share it with a partner..I know my married men you see and I know what they like..

I realised then for the first time that the most barbaric cruelty could be corrupting and revolting and yet exciting and enthralling at the same time. Something about that mixture of revenge, blood and terror, could be used to manipulate the most decent of people into a baying mob.
I glanced across at the prince who sat watching from the comfort of his chair surrounded by laughing and joking nobles, to whom he now seemed oblivious. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. He appeared transfixed, to be savouring the cruelty of the execution as a connoisseur might a good wine. I wondered then how such a man, so elegant and noted for his intellect, could enjoy such a barbarous spectacle? He was a prince, not a baying, illiterate mob. I turned from him as his cold dark eyes caught mine. I felt my face burn a little as I blushed red. I also shivered. I was afraid that he had noticed me. I knew to look at your superiors could have bad consequences. I instead turned my attention back to the awful events that were unfurling on the dais, where the prisoners were now awoken back into the world of the living from which the pain of having their manhood's smashed had temporally driven them. Cold water and a strong unguent held under their noses brought them back to a painful and desperate reality as the execution proper began. 

MY SHAMEFUL MEMOIRS ARE STILL AVAILABLE...I thought they would be banned

A reminder that my personal memoirs "MY DIRTY MEMOIRS" is still available and has had another fantastic 5* review. So please treat yourselves to a really dirty read, well written and all true. I have had a very debauched life.

To wet your appetite here is an extract:

“Fucking stick it in me”. He demanded.
I undid belt and pulling my trousers and pants quickly off while he assumed a doggy position, his head on the floor and arse in the air, I presented my rock hard erection to his arse hole and with a firm push slipped the head in. “Fuck,” he moaned and I felt his ring twitch as it accustomed itself to my cock. Pushing on I inserted myself fully in his arse and began to fuck him firmly with regular strokes. I was so fucking horny that with only a few strokes I felt my balls begin to tingle with the all too familiar sensations of an approaching orgasm. I tried my best to hold back but it was too much. Watching my white cock plunge in and out of his black arse hole was the most erotic vision and when he reached his hand back between his legs to grab my balls and to pull on them gently as I fucked him it was just too much. I felt the spunk suddenly discharge in a creamy torrent of hot spunk into his arse. I fell exhausted over his back, my cock twitching as it remained firmly sheathed in his arse hole. He was not content to let me lie there however and pulling himself from under me he forced me onto my back and straddling my face so that his balls hung over my mouth he began to wank himself. I used my tongue on his balls as they swung above my face. I licked and pulled on them gently, smothering my face in their heavy weight as he lowered himself onto my face. He began to rub his balls on my face and then his gaping arse hole. My tongue could taste his arse and my spunk mixed. I used my nose to fuck him. He pushed his arse into my face as he wanked furiously, his arse sliding over my lips and tongue as he wanked himself to orgasm. Suddenly he was ready to cum and pulling back so that his cock was just above my open mouth with a cry spurted jets of hot steaming spunk directly into my mouth. My mouth quickly filled and I swallowed hard drinking his warm cream straight from those wonderful man udders that I had enjoyed sucking and nuzzling minutes before. He filled my mouth and covered my face in thick man cream. His spunk tasted warm and salty and delicious. When he had finished shooting I took his cock end in my mouth and sucked him clean. He slid his cock over my face, using his cock to guide the splattered spunk into my mouth. I was in slut heaven. That was how I felt with this guy all the time. I just wanted his cock and his cream.
I somehow made it on unsteady feet into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My face was still covered in his cream. My face was sticky with spunk. I looked a total whore. I turned on the taps to run some water and wash my face when his face appeared in the mirror beside me. I felt his arms encircle me and I turned to kiss him. I felt his tongue run over my face as he licked his own cream. His tongue tasted of spunk, of him, as he slipped it inside my mouth. I sucked on his tongue hard, savouring the taste of his saliva and his sperm. I was lost in pleasure.
“Let me wash it off,” he whispered in my ear. I smiled thinking he was going to run me a bath or some water so that he could use a flannel on my face. He was thinking of something else very different however.
Gently pushing me onto my knees I found myself once again face to face with his big black cock. I could not resist licking his knob once more which he seemed to enjoy but I could tell he was concentrating on something else and then I felt something hot and salty on my lips. I pulled back a little and looked up into his face and smiled as he released a jet of hot piss onto my chest. The great thing about being a guy is that you can direct your piss; you have a little, or in this case a large hose pipe. This guy took hold of his hose pipe and began to hose me down. He pissed over my face and in my mouth. He tasted delicious and warm. His hot piss washed over my face and over my chest and over my cock and balls. I was soon sitting on the bathroom tiles in a puddle of warm piss.  When I bounced up and down a little I could feel it splash around my arsehole which sends little shudders of delight up and down my spine. While he was pissing I am sure that I experienced another mini, internal orgasm. I certainly shuddered uncontrollably as I enjoyed the most wonderful sensations run up and down my spine and in the pit of my stomach and around my arse hole. When he had finished his piss, and could this guy piss, he shook his cock and we both laughed and I could not again resist giving his knob end a little suck.
The intensity of our sex seemed to get better and better. He would stay three nights a week at mine. Every time he stayed we would have sex when he arrived, when we went to bed and in the morning before he left. I slept curled in his arms. I was for a brief time a lost soul.
One night I woke with the familiar pressing of his erection against my arse cheeks. We had already fucked and my arse was a little tender from the pounding that it had received earlier. I was however as lusty as fuck as usual and who could resist an eleven inch horse cock prodding you. I rolled over on to my back allowing him to kiss my ear and my neck which sent the familiar shudders of delight down my spine ending in the pit of my stomach.  Before long he rolled on top and I lay pinned beneath him unable to move as he continued his assault on my senses, now using his tongue to probe deep into my ear which he knew sent me wild with desire. My cock naturally responded and I was soon hard and ready for action. He motioned for me to turn over so that he could fuck me but I resisted and gently told him that my arse was out of action which made him smile and joke that I was just a pussy. “Well, why not slip your tight little pussy over my cock and go for a ride instead hmm.” I responded. With that little prompt he raised himself onto his knees so that he was straddling me and positioned my cock so that it was posed to slip into his arse. He pushed against my knob but he was not lubricated so spitting on my fingers I moistened the end of my cock and he tried again. This time my cock slipped through his tight little ring and slowly he lowered himself onto my cock. He began to ride me, sliding him self up and down on my shaft. Soon I was responding by pushing up to meet him as he slid down, taking me ball deep into his arse. I reached up and began to play with his nipples. He had large dark purple nipples that stood out as I squeezed them obviously exciting him further as he rode himself harder and harder onto my cock. We were fucking at an increasingly frantic rhythm as he stroked himself. I felt his arse ring tighten around my shaft several times, a sure indication that he was about to shoot his load. Seconds later his arse ring gripped my shaft and he began to ejaculate, spurting creamy hot spunk over my chest and face. Some landed across my lips and my tongue sneaked out gobbling his deliciously warm and salty spunk. I was still fucking him and was near coming. I forced myself up, deep into his arse and then I shot my load. I could feel my cock jerking inside him as I discharged my cream deep into his arse. He fell on top of me in a kind of stupor, rubbing his own spunk into our chests as he lay on me. I felt my cock slip out of his arse and we folded into an embrace and kissed. This guy enjoyed sex and he was a brilliant lover who made you feel very special.
I don’t think that it is possible for such an intense relationship to survive. I don’t believe that this particular guy was ready to commit to any person or even to admit that he liked men despite the fact he obviously enjoyed man on man sex in a totally uninhibited way. Perhaps I was special in that he obviously felt relaxed and confident with me as a lover. In his own way perhaps he was sort of loyal and committed but there was something not right which slowly dawned on me. I know that I was slow in catching on but it was because I was totally in awe of him for a time at least. It was only as we became closer that he began to be more open about himself and his past and his experiences. I learned that his father was something big in Africa and also that he was engaged to be married. I should have guessed he could not commit when he let that slip but he covered himself by joking that I could be wife number two and I just laughed it off. I imagined myself his real love, his real wife which became more ludicrous when he later let slip that he also had a banjee boy, a boy in Africa with whom he had sex. Not only was he engaged but he had a bangee boy and I learned later also a female lover in London. It seemed to him at least, I thought, that he was too good to commit to one person and had a duty to share himself with whomever he chose. Well if you have eleven inches between your legs and a body to die for I suppose you would think yourself special.
How did it end? It ended with an orgy of sorts or perhaps it was a gang bang. It was an event I will always remember and which oddly brought me to my senses.
For once he invited me to London with him. I of course paid for the hotel on my student expense account, but that was as normal. He invited some of his friends around which I thought would be fun. I found myself the only white guy with four big black guys. His friends were all as big as him, ranging between six and seven feet and seemed to have spent all their time in the gym. They were also into the American gangster rap culture and they spoke the language. They found it very funny having a middle class English boy trying to understand what they were saying and being shocked that they called each other nigga and pimp and other things which would probably have got me into a lot of trouble if I had ever used them in public. They were also into drugs, soft drugs, but never the less between the whisky and beer and what they were smoking they were all soon stoned and becoming horny. They started to joke about the bangee boys they had fucked back in Africa and they teased my black guy for finding himself a white bangee. They began to ask if I was a good fuck and did I like big black bamboo, meaning big black cock. I admit that I was a little embarrassed at being teased and especially when my boy friend began to tell them what a good fuck I was and how I could really lick his black arse hole. “Like licking a sugar doughnut,” he joked, pulling me to him and slipping his hand between my legs. One of his friends pulled down his sweat pants and pulled out his cock and began to wank himself which made the others hoot with laughter. “You not wanting some real black bamboo, white boy,” he asked stroking himself hard. He had a big cock, not quite as big as my boyfriends but at least ten inches and very thick with a glistening purple head.
“He wouldn’t even feel that,” my boyfriend joked, pulling me onto his knee and kissing me. “I’ve stretched him good to take

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I have a regular who loves having my cock inside his arse. I have been seeing him for some time and because he is a tradesman he occasionally does jobs around the house for an agreed amount of free fucks, equivalent to roughly the price of the jobs he does. Its an arrangement that suits both of us. I suppose it is a form of sex barter.

Last time he visited he wanted a gentle massage to get him in the mood. He is a regular so I know his arshole well. Always clean and shaved. A real pleasure to rim. The massage was brief because he has this way of lying so that his round man cunt winks at me inviting my tongue to give it a good licking. Too much temptation. So to cut a short story even shorter it was not long before I had my tongue buried in his arsehole, licking around the rim, and biting the inside of his arse cheeks, which drives him crazy.

His arsehole was moist with my saliva as he pushed himself onto my tongue and he was soon lifting his arse to allow me better access. As I dipped my tongue into his arsehole I took advantage of his raised arse and slipped a hand under his balls so that I could squeeze them gently while I continued to lick him out.
While I was doing this he slipped one leg off the massage table which meant that his arse cheeks where fully spread, giving me more than a good view, he was offering easy access. My cock was dribbling by this point and his arse hole was just at the exact height for me to slide my cock in to his cunt and obviously I did, ball deep. He groaned as I slipped my ful cock length in. I held him still for a second or two until he became used to my fat cock inside him, then I began to fuck, pumping in and out. I admit I have not had such a delicious fuck for a long time. I had total access and could watch my fat cock slip in and out as I hammered his cunt hole. Delicious.

I could have carried on ramming him, but being a selfish cunt (only joking) he decided he had cramp and so we made our way through to the bedroom. Laying on my back he slipped his oiled arsehole over my cock end and began to fuck himself, riding my cock like a cowboy. I could feel myself nearing the moment of climax, but I needed to take control. So pushing him over, with out removing my cock from his arse, I grabbed both his legs and pushed them back so that his ankles were round his ears, then I began to really ride his cunt hard, making him moan with pleasure as my cock hammered in and out like a well oiled piston.
Hammering his arse with full strokes from cock end to ball deep it was not long before I eventually exploded, shooting jet after jet into his hole. A most delicious fuck.

He had not yet cum, so laying down on the bed, he squatted over my chest so that his cock was over my mouth. I meantime slipped two fingers deep into his hole and began to frig him while he wanked. A few seconds latter a low groan signaled his climax as he exploded, covering my face in hot globules of creamy spunk.

Very nice I though as I washed up after he had left. Nothing like dirty fucking your tradesman. And better still, next time he has to pay...he knows the rules...until I need more work done of course..

Sunday, 20 April 2014


There is nothing as gratifying as laying between a man's legs so that you have his balls within easy reach of your mouth, so that he can slip his cock down your throat and of course you can rim his puckered arsehole. Its probably my biggest turn on after a good piss session...and less messy.

last week a nice long massage ended perfectly with a nice hung guy, a Mr average, another builder, and what is is with the building trade that it attracts so many perverts? Not that I am complaining. I digress. This guy did not have an especially long cock, but it was thick and chunky, and great balls. Just the right size for sucking into your mouth.

After the massage we ended up in the bedroom watching some porn and I assumed my favourite position between his legs. He slipped his fat cock into my mouth. My mouth was stretched to accommodate it but being greedy I managed. As he fucked my face, his balls bounced of my forehead. Fucking heaven. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I of course began to suck on his nuts and when they were nicely wet with saliva he pulled them out and presented his puckered arsehole. He was ridged and I could feel his hole contract as I pushed my tongue between his arsehole lips and then out and around the hole and then down over his balls. Over and over again I repeated the sucking and licking while he wanked himself. I of course was wanking as well, well until he pulled my hands up to take hold of his cock, which I began to wank as I licked harder on his arsehole, all the time his balls bouncing off my chin. Then pulling my legs apart he began to finger my arsehole, slipping his finger in and out. Seriously hot guy I thought, my legs in the air, his finger stuck up my arse and my tongue glued to his arsehole..yummmm.

I had to wank myself though, I was so fucking horny. So while wanking him with one hand, I wanked myself as he continued to fuck my arse with his thick fingers, pushing right up so that he had two whole finger burried deep in my arsehole. It was not long before I shot my load, shooting jets of spunk over my chest. He used his finger to rub the spunk over my chest before using it as lube to again assault my arsehole. while he was doing this he again put his cock in my mouth and began to fuck, deep down my throat, making me gag. I didn't care. I knew he was near by the way his cock started to throb and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of delicious hot salty spunk that filled my mouth and spilt over my chin.

He wastn't finished. Want a shower he asked. How could I refuse. So on my knees, mouth open, still filled with creamy spunk, he began to piss, washing the spunk out of my mouth so that it hung in dribbles down and off my chin.. Heaven..absolute heaven and what a way to end an appointment. 

Monday, 7 April 2014


Hi, apologies again for the break but I have been busy, busy , busy. So many cocks and so little time.

Anyway I just had to share a recent adventure.

Readers of this blog know about my passion for big heavy balls, and a good hose down with some hot piss. I now have to add to my little list of kinks the love of a good facial, that is having my face covered in hot sticky spunk. And when I say covered, I mean covered.

I was called recently by a guy who I had never met before. Meeting a new client is always a bit of an adventure, will I like them, will they like me, will they enjoy the experience etc.

When the guy turned up I guessed straight away he was going to be fun. I watched him as he showered, noticing that he was paying particular attention to washing his heavy balls, nice and round in their sack hanging low under his thick, cut, cock. Nice I thought. I was also pleased to see him give his arsehole a good soaping and thinking what it would be like to get my tongue stuck up there had me semi hard by the time he was finished.
He was a heavy built guy, a builder. What is it I often wonder that makes builders like their sex dirty, just the way I like it. I am always pleased when a member of the building trade drop by.
But I digress.
He lay naked on the massage table and I began to massage his back, and of course between the crack of his arse cheeks, giving his little round arsehole a rub every time my hand slipped over it. I knew he was enjoying himself by the way his legs opened allowing me a good view of his hole and of his big balls pushing up between his legs enabling me to slide my fingers over them. A good oiling I knew would make them soft and slippery later when I planned to squeeze and pull on them gently while I sucked on that thick cock of his. All this was going through my mind as I continued with the massage, which of course resulted in me having a nice erection of my own.

Regulars will know that I can never resist rimming a nice arsehole and it was was not long before I had my tongue licking around and over his nicely ridged hole and even slipping just inside. As I was rimming him he was able to slip a hand between my legs and give my balls a gentle pull and massage before grabbing my cock which he began to wank firmly. I guessed he would do better with a little lubrication so I reached behind me and poured a little oil down the crack of arse. He immediately slipped his fingers back and began to massage the oil into my arsehole, which was sort of compensation for the licking I was giving his.
There is nothing as nice as a good arsehole fingering, and this guy was now sliding his finger up into my arsehole and out again expertly. His fingers were soft but firm and I began to fuck myself, sliding his fingers deep into my arse and our again, slowly building the speed, while at the same time pulling his arse cheeks apart and rimming, licking and sucking on his round arsehole. 
I am an expert rimmer and if you have never had a hot tongue slip just inside the lips of your arsehole ring and then run down to your balls and back up again, then you have never lived. We were I believe both in heaven.

After some ten minutes he reluctantly slipped his finger out of arsehole and indicated that perhaps we should move through to the bedroom. I was quite happy to oblige, but first I wanted to taste his fat cock. Falling down on my knees as he slipped off the massage table he slipped his cock into my mouth, His cock was long and very thick and I had to stretch my mouth to accommodate his knob end. I'm greedy however so did my very best to accommodate his hard cock deep into my throat. His cock was oiled now, not only with massage oil but with my saliva. He slipped in and out of my throat easily, making me gag, but I didn't mind. His cock tasted salty just the way I like it. I wondered as he face fucked me what it would be like to taste his piss. Yep I have a really dirty mind.

Eventually we made it through to the bedroom where I lay on the bed and he straddled over my face giving me a perfect view of his wet saliva wet arsehole and heavy balls that bounced off my mouth and chin. I began to lick and suck on his balls, trying to accommodate just one in my mouth, but they were just too big. When his balls were soaking with my saliva he moved forward just slightly so that I was presented with his arshole which my tongue immediately began to assault while I wanked his cock. This had him moaning as he began to slide his arsehole over my tongue so that I was able to lick from arsehole to balls and along his cock and back. Every so often, as he moved back, he would slip his cock into my mouth and slide it down the back of my throat so that he was ball deep. He then began to fuck the back of my throat with little short strokes before pulling out so that I could breath, before plunging once more deep down my throat. While he was doing this he had spread my legs and was frigging my arsehole with his fingers while I wanked myself. Eventually it was all too much for him and pulled his cock out of my mouth and with a grunt began to shoot jet after jet of thick white spunk over my face and down my throat. When he had finished my face was covered in hot salty globules of spunk and my mouth was full. He again slipped his cock once more into my spunky mouth, and down my throat as I began to wank myself even more furiously. Once again he slipped a finger up my arsehole and began to frig me as I sucked on his now softening but delightfully salty, spunky cock. It was not long before I shuddered and also shot a stream of my own hot spunk over my belly and chest.

Standing up he smiled down at the job he had down. I was covered with his spunk and my own and I felt like a real whore and I loved it.

He promised as he showered that next time he would do the right think and finish properly. and wash the spunk off my face the way a dirty bastard should.. with hot piss...I hope he keeps his promises.

A very happy Chris.

Sunday, 6 April 2014


Hi, Just a short post.

I recently had a request to accommodate four guys. I had to refuse. I have to be safe and sensible in this job and having four strangers in my home is not a good idea.

I am however more than happy if a group of guys want to book a hotel room to visit them and, within reason, have some fun. I only get fingered and rimmed, not fucked. But happy to suck, rim, fuck and be pissed on. It would be quite a fantasy of mine to rim four guys, suck on their cocks and have them all spunk in my mouth and over my face, arse etc and then to have them all piss on that would be a nice appointment.

So if you are a group of horny guys looking to play out a bit of a fantasy then feel free to call to discuss a price and I will be happy to come to your hotel room.

I am of course very happy to meet couples, male/male or female/male and offer erotic massage and lots of variations of very happy endings.

Please note however that I do not work with other escorts. Nothing personal. I just like my privacy.

Have fun Chris