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Review #1

Escort's name: Brad
Location: Long Beach
Age: 18?
Month and year of your date: June 2001
Where did you find him? Street
Internet address: no
Escort's email address: none
Escort's advertised phone number: not advertised, but try 310-555-6112
Rates: I gave him $200
Did he live up to his physical description?
Did he live up to what he promised?
Height: 5'11"?
Weight: 150 lbs.?
Facial hair: no
Body hair: pubes only
Hair color: blond (dyed)
Eye color: hazel
Dick size: 6 inches?
Cut or uncut: cut
Thickness: couldn't tell
Does he smoke? yes
Top, bottom, versatile: bottom
In calls/out calls/not sure: not sure
Kisser: yes
Has he been reviewed before? no
Rating: recommended (see review)
Hire again: no (see review)
Handle: bigman60
Submissions: this is my seventh review
URL for pics: no


Experience:

There are usually a few street hustlers working the blocks around a local bar here in Long Beach called Pumper’s. That’s where they like to hang out and play pool between tricks. It’s a pretty sad scene, so I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this beautiful, skinny kid with a backpack who told me his name was Brad. He didn’t look a day over fourteen, but his ID said 18 so I’ll let it stand at that.

I took him back to my place. He was very quiet and didn’t seem to want to talk. He wouldn’t give me a price or say what he was into. He also had a slight twitch where he’d crane his neck and open his mouth. I took that to be a drug reaction since he was obviously on something. There were warning signs everywhere but Brad was so hot that I just ignored them. I’m glad I did, but keep reading.

He asked if I had any alcohol. I thought he was high enough already, but he said he had to be ‘fucked up to do it.’ So I gave him some whiskey and he proceeded to get quite drunk but not loud and obnoxious. If anything he got even quieter. He still wouldn’t talk money or specifics. He gave me the impression that whatever I wanted to do and pay him was fine. After about thirty minutes of steady drinking, I decided to make a move.

Here’s the thing. The sex was unbelievable. Brad will do anything as far I can tell, but he’s definitely a bottom. He never got hard, but he sure acted like he was into it. He has the hottest, sweetest little ass, especially if you like them a little used like I do. I must have eaten out his hole for an hour. I got four fingers inside him. I couldn’t fuck him hard and deep enough. I spanked him, and not softly either. I pinched and twisted the hell out of his nipples. Nothing fazed him. All the time his cute boy face looked at me with his mouth wide open and made these sounds like he was scared to death and turned on at the same time. I came twice, first in his mouth and then up his ass. I should say that I never practice unsafe sex, but I just couldn’t help it. I’m HIV-, however.

Here’s where the problems started. He didn’t want to stop. It’s like he couldn’t get himself out of whatever zone he was in. I was afraid he’d lost his mind. It was very spooky. I didn’t know what to do with him. I let him sleep over because he didn’t seem dangerous, but I fell asleep to the sound of him whimpering and thrashing around. I left $200 for him on the dresser, and when I woke up, he and the money were gone. There was a note from him with his phone number on it saying to please call him or tell my friends about him. Overall, it was great, but once is enough for me.

You: I’m a middle-aged, overweight top into teenaged street trade, the cuter and skinnier the better.

Review #2

Escort's name: Brad
Location: Long Beach
Age: 18 (LOL)
Month and year of your date: June 2001
Where did you him? on this site
Escort's advertised phone number: 310-555-6112
Rates: whatever you want to pay him. I gave him $150
Did he live up to his physical description: yes!
Did he live up to what he promised: fuck, yes
Height: 5'9"?
Weight: 145 lbs?
Facial hair: no
Body hair: no
Hair color: blond
Eye color: green
Dick size: don't care
Cut or uncut: don't care
Thickness: don't care
Does he smoke? yes
Top, bottom, versatile: bottom
In calls/out calls/not sure: out
Kisser? don't care
Rating: what do you think?
Hire again? fuck, yes
Handle: llbean
Submissions: this is my first review

Experience:

The earlier review of Brad seemed too good to be true, but I called him anyway. It turned out to be the phone number of a homeless shelter in Long Beach. I left a message for Brad not expecting to hear back, but he called me a few hours later. He sounded unfriendly and bored on the phone, but I told him what I was into and he said that was fine. I offered to call him a taxi, but he said he wanted to walk. It must have been a good ten mile walk to my house from that location, so I figured right then that he was a little strange. He arrived maybe two and a half hours later. I opened the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. He seriously looks about fourteen, and they don’t get any cuter.

Brad looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered for a while, but from the earlier review I’d expected as much. I personally like my boys a little lived in. I met him at the door with a bottle of Jack Daniels, and he just took off the cap, and chugged about half of it down while I stripped him. He has a very tight, adolescent looking body with long, skinny arms and legs, and the smallest ass and about twelve pubic hairs. The earlier review stated Brad was spooky, and he has some mental problems for sure, but I’m not into being some kid’s father, so I could care less.

I don’t have the space to go into everything we did, so I’ll cut to the chase. Brad let me handcuff him to my bed and I went to work on his ass. I gave him a good finger stretching then started burying bigger and bigger dildos in his ass. I got a fat, two foot long dildo all the way inside and he let me churn and pound that ass like I was making butter. The whole time, he screamed like he was dying, but his dick was always rock hard. When I finally got around to fisting him, his hole was so hot that I came within a minute, then sucked the sweetest, biggest load of come out of him that I’ve ever tasted.

It was clear that he could have gone on all night if I’d wanted. I did have to order him to leave, and he was very out of it and acting pretty strange. But let me tell you, he’s worth it. I’ll be hiring him again for sure.

You: Leather daddy type, mid-50s, into restraints and heavy anal sex with young looking bottoms.

Review #3

Escort's name: Brad
Location: Long Beach
Age: 18?
Month and year of date: July 2001
Where did you find him: on this site
Rates: not applicable
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Facial hair: no
Body hair: no
Hair color: brown
Eye color: blue
Dick size: don't know
Cut or uncut: don't know
Thickness: don't know
Does he smoke? yes
Top, bottom, versatile? don't know
Rating: not applicable
Hire again: not applicable
Handle: JoseR72
Submissions: This is my seventeenth review

Experience:

Call me a caretaker if you want, but after reading Brad’s reviews, I couldn’t help but feel concerned about this troubled young man, and angered by the callousness with which the previous reviewers have treated him. I work in the mental heath industry in Orange County, not far from Long Beach. I made an appointment with Brad in order to encourage him to seek treatment, although he didn’t know my intentions until we met.

Regular visitors to this site know that I’m not against hiring escorts. I will even admit that Brad is my type and that meeting him involved a high degree of self-control on my part. Something the previous reviewers are right about is that he’s extraordinarily cute. Brad is one of the cutest twinks I’ve ever seen in fact. I don’t know how a boy as cute and young as Brad ended up in the low end of his profession, but it’s wrong to exploit him. He deserves better.

I had a long talk with Brad. It took him a while to open up to me, but he did. My knee-jerk diagnosis is that Brad is probably schizophrenic with an untreated chemical imbalance. He might also be suffering from a mild neurological disorder, as evidenced by the physical tics that the first reviewer mentioned. He allowed me to drive him to the facility where I work and enroll him in an outpatient program. I set him up to live at the home of a female acquaintance of mine. He is no longer at the phone number posted here and with any luck, you have heard the last of him. Shame on you.

You: Hispanic male in my late 30s.

Brad responds: Don’t believe this guy. He’s a prick. I have a new number. It’s 310-555-9876. Call me if you’re a generous man. I’m up for anything. I need a place to live too. This guy’s a fucking prick. I don’t need help. He’s a liar. I’m writing this on his computer. What does that tell you? Guys like him are the worst. They promise you shit and they don’t mean it. Don’t call me if you’re like him.

Webmaster’s message: My repeated attempts to contact JoseR72 and have him confirm this review have been unsuccessful. Until further notice, I strongly advise all of you to stay clear of Brad.

Review #4

Escort's name: Brad
Location: Los Angeles
Age: 18
Month and year of your date: July 2001
Where did you find him: this site
Escort's advertised phone number: pager 310-555-9876
Rates: $500 overnight
Did he live up to his physical description: yes
Did he live up to what he promised: no
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 130 lbs
Facial hair: no
Body hair: pubes
Hair color: dirty blond
Eye color: hazel
Dick size: 6 inches
Cut or uncut: cut
Thickness: less than medium
Does he smoke? not with me
Top, bottom, versatile? total bottom
In calls/out calls/not sure: Out with me
Kisser: yes
Rating: not recommended
Hire again: no
Handle: bizeeb7

Experience:

I read the warning on Brad, but I was in the LA area on business and decided to take a chance. I called the number expecting a pager but Brad answered. Despite what has been said about him, he was quite talkative, too talkative if anything. I suspected he was on drugs at the time, but in retrospect I think he was in the manic phase of whatever mental illness he is suffering from. I offered to pay for his taxi ride to my hotel near the LAX airport, and he said he wasn’t far away and would leave immediately. I waited for him in front of the hotel for more than two hours, then gave up and went to sleep after trying to reach him by phone with no luck.

At about 3:30 in the morning I was woken up by a call from the lobby saying a young man was here to see me. I asked the concierge if there was a taxi waiting, and he told me there was. I asked him to pay the driver and charge it to my bill and send the young man up to my room. Big mistake. When I let Brad in, he was a very agitated state. He wanted alcohol but I told him there was none in the room, and that room service was closed. He seemed extremely upset by this and sat on the bed and began crying. I was half-asleep, naked, frightened, and wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I suggested that we go try to find an open liquor store, but he said no. I offered to call him a taxi and even pay him the full, agreed upon amount if he wanted to leave, but that just made him even more upset. He started saying, ‘Don’t you like me,’ and things like that, which I have to admit I found rather heartbreaking.

I didn’t know what to do, but I told Brad that he could go ahead and get undressed and that we’d give sex a shot. I really wasn’t in the mood, but I thought he might be carrying a knife or something, so it was more of a safety precaution at that point. When I said that, he calmed right down, and took his clothes off, and even made a few jokes about how crazy he’d been acting. Like the other viewers said, Brad is an extremely cute boy. Without his clothes on, he took my breath away. If it weren’t for his height, I’d guess from his body he was no older than thirteen or fourteen. He has a slim, slight build with tiny nipples and the most precious little ass. It was just too arousing, and I decided that I had to indulge myself a little.

Brad didn’t so much suck my cock as open his mouth and let me pound his throat as deep and hard as I wanted. Previous reviewers mentioned Brad’s poor hygiene, and while he certainly wasn’t the cleanest escort I’ve ever been with, he smelled and tasted like a boy should. Rimming him seemed to drive both of us out of our minds. As soon as I started eating his hole, he had almost what seemed like a seizure. His whole body spasmed violently, and his mouth opened wide, and his eyes rolled back in his head. It sounds frightening, and it was, but it was also incredibly hot to see a boy that cute lose control. I knew from the earlier reviews that Brad could be barebacked, and that’s a huge fantasy of mine, so I fucked him condom-free and had two orgasms inside him before I felt too exhausted to continue. Still, I was dying to taste his come. He was still seizing and shaking all over, so I jerked him off and felched his hole until he shot, then licked up his delicious load.

As soon as Brad came, his seizure seemed to come to an end. He was drenched in sweat, and looked disoriented and exhausted. I suggested we get some sleep, as I was very spent by that point. That’s when things suddenly went bad very fast. Brad started yelling and screaming at the top of lungs that I was a sicko who’d had unsafe sex with him against his will. He was out of control, and soon enough there was a loud knock at my door. It was the hotel’s manager and a couple of employees. He took one look at us and told me to either get the boy out of the hotel immediately or I would have to leave. I asked him to call Brad a taxi and that I would have the boy downstairs ready to leave in a minute, and he agreed and left. (God knows what would have happened if the manager hadn’t been gay!) Brad continued to scream at me, one minute saying he was sorry and to please let him stay, and the next minute telling me he was going to tell the police I raped and tried to kill him. I just kept begging him to get dressed and leave, and he finally did, but not before calling me every terrible name in the book.

The nightmare didn’t end there. About a half an hour later he started calling my cell phone, begging me to come get him, and that he didn’t know where he was, and that he was scared. I tried to reason with him, but he got more and more upset, threatening to kill himself. He told me there was someone who wanted to kill him, and that if I didn’t come get him, he was going to go over to this person’s house and let himself be killed, and that he didn’t want to die, but he was afraid he would do that if I didn’t stop him. After about five calls from Brad, I turned my phone off. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, or if he was just trying to fuck with my head. I’ve never had anything like this happen to me in all my years of hiring escorts, and I thought I should warn others interested in Brad that, as cute as he is, he is definitely not worth it.

You: Asian-American man in my early 30s, like to try new things, into young guys, generally a top.