This guy booked me from the Sport newspaper, so no chance he would have read my etiquette rules etc on my website. I had an intuition that we might not be compatible when I heard him on the phone, but since advertising in the paper had been so expensive and paid out so little, I took this booking in order to "cover the expense" of the paper ads. As you'd expect, this decision turned out to be bad.

The name he gave was "Gary" and he's a mid-forties white Scotsman, but without much of a regional accent. He said he wanted OWO on the phone, but I told him I don't do it and if he's not happy with this he shouldn't book me... but he decided to book me and seemed to accept that there would be no OWO.

So he got to my hotel. The instant I saw him I got a very strong gut feeling of "I don't trust this man". The first instinctual asessment I made about him was that he was a high risk individual of either robbing me directly after the deed would be done or else by stealing his fee back when I wouldn't be watching. I admit that this risk asessment is subjective and, as the appoinment unfolded, he didn't do any of these things.. but other unplasant things instead.

As soon as he walked through my door he grabbed me and French kissed me. I pulled myself away saying let's sort out the payment first. While he was giving me the money I took the time to make up my mind about him. I then said to him that I wasn't confortable with him and could he please take his money back and, sorry about that, but please go. He pushed for what the reason was. I told him repeatedly I couldn't feel trust towards him and wasn't comfortable in his presence while he repeatedly was asking for the reason. After a while of this, I still wasn't getting anywhere with him as he started pleading literally "please", "pleeeease", 'pleeeeeease".  I started weeping, feeling vulnerable in the situaton I was finding myself in: of asking an unwanted client to leave and his refusing to do so.

I was becoming very scared because of being in Glagow and the thought about this guy potentially sussing me out to the hotel staff who would call the police on me and then turf me out. Having read the stories about the goings on in Glasgow made being in this city a source of stress in itself, so I wasn't right in my mind and might have been a bit overly emotional with this guy.

After some quarter of an hour of my asking him to leave and his refusing to do it, I eventually gave in and took his money again and agreed to proceed with the booking. Needless to say, I couldn't relax at all, and neither could he have a good time with me. At some point he started rubbing his naked cock against my bits. I told him I wasn't comfortable with that and let's put on a condom and he started saying "pleeeease" again. I pulled myself away. Later on, he wanted oral. At the sight of my reaching for a condom, he started making funny faces. Long tiresome minutes ensued in which he assiduously tried to bend my will and make me to give him OWO.

Eventully the half hour was up and I told him, but felt pressurised to go a few minutes overtime carrying on wanking him until he eventually shot up his load. Now, after my having even given him extra minutes, he was dragging on the time in the bathroom and afterwards getting dressed. All dressed in the end, he sat himself back down and started asking me if I wanted to go out with him (!!!). I replied "no" and he started to talk back asking "is this everything? Just a transaction?". I said yes this is everything and made the excuse that I was expecting the next client trying to make him get his arse out of my room quicker. Still dragging on the time (sort of making two steps forth then one back) he steered towards the door. I followied him downstairs a few steps behind pointing to him the way out, just to make sure he was going strainght to his car and didn't stop over at the reception.

His number: 075573074xx