(This article has adult sexual content.)
As you’re aware, I present a continuing series about a Man of the Evening (MOE). It’s a raw and revealing portrait of “Jase,” an exclusive and highly in-demand NYC gay/SGL escort. I first interviewed Jase nearly six years ago.
Why have I decided to build a series around this individual? Three salient reasons: (1) arguably, the utilization of “specialized” services of escorts is a staple of gay and bisexual male culture; (2) Jase’s continuing saga has been one of the most-read features at Wyattevans.com; (3) Simply put, he’s one helluva fascinating guy, with charisma oozing outta his pores!
I’ll never share his website and contact information because this series isn’t about advertising or promoting his services. He fully understands and accepts that. (By the way, he’s in such demand that he doesn’t need my help.)
My goal’s to give you, the reader, an illuminating bird’s-eye view of his world.
The last time I sat down with Jase was early last year. Now, I’m catching you up on what’s been unfolding in the sensual and salacious life of this primo “‘scort.” But first, let’s delve into the backstory of our MOE (Man of the Evening).
The Why of it All.
Jase entered the “biz” soon after the Great Recession of 2008 hit, to help pay down his rather considerable college debt. Erudite, sophisticated, and charming, he’s got a BA in communications. (Quite apropos, eh?) That BA also stands for “bad azz.” (LMAO.)
Uncommonly handsome and very self-assured, this thirty-something dominant top exudes raw sexuality! And let’s not even talk about this man’s swagger.
At a delicious 6’2”, and 248 pounds, he’s thickly muscled but tight: one cannot seem to detect even a micro inch of fat anywhere on him! He traded his military cut for a shaved head, but he’s still sportin’ that wicked ‘stache and goatee. And lemme tell ya: being impeccably well-groomed is his trademark, his hallmark.
Jase’s helluva dazzling pearly white smile and deep, smoldering eyes can be disarming and arresting. And if you’re not extra careful, you’ll immediately and unequivocally fall under his spell. As Diana Ross sighs, croons, and yelps, “Swept Away!” (Hey! Am I dating myself here? Oh well…it is what it is. LOL.)
Although affable and engaging, the brutha’s all about his bizness. Translation: you don’t mess with his Benjamins!
Or there’ll be hell to pay!
‘Cause, ya see, he’s ALL about the money! Cha-ching, Cha-ching! (You feelin’ me? I know you do.)
Recently, I caught up with Jase on Zoom. So, my peoples, grab a drink, get comfy, kick back, and settle in.
Talk at Me, Why Don’t Cha!
WYATT: Welcome back, Jase! I have to say that our conversations continue to be some of the more popular Wyattevans.com entries.
JASE: No prob, my man. (Flashing that broad, infectious smile) You know I enjoy keepin’ your readers in the know. And in the flow.
WYATT: Dayyymn, my brotha! You continue to git bigger and bigger.
JASE: (The muscle stud is grinning from ear to ear, flashing a naughty wink, and lounging back into his plush leather chair.) You like it, huh?
WYATT: Git real, dude! What’s not to like? So, how’s bizness?
JASE: Since ‘Rona has cooled down, I’m pretty much fully back in business.
WYATT: So, your shingle will be up for the foreseeable future?
JASE: (Flashing his patented scrunched eye-roll) Hell yeah! Here’s the real deal: being financially fucked scares the hell outta me! The money from escorting is still just too good to turn down.
WYATT: Ya know, more than a few folks pooh-pooh escorts.
JASE: (Shaking his head) I don’t give a rat’s ass what people think! As I’ve stated before, I satisfy a need for companionship, and lemme say this: the interactions are not always sexual! Besides: it’s a transaction between two consenting adults. Clients seek me out. I don’t put a gun to their heads.
JASE: Listen: everything in life is a transaction! A quid pro quo if you will. For example, a wife wants her husband to agree to a major purchase… and he doesn’t want to. She then withholds the sex! He eventually gives in. So, what is that? (He howls.)
WYATT: So, lemme git this right. Do you ever just have recreational sex? Ever make love to someone without Benjamins attached?
JASE: (Snuggling back in his chair) Rarely! And I do mean rarely. Love can be so, so…well, over-rated. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m a fuckin’ sexual connoisseur! Being hyper-sexual, variety is the name of my game.
JASE: I get off on being desired…and being sexually in control! Mos’ def.
WYATT: Jase, let’s shift gears. As a Man of the Evening, what’s the freakiest scene you’ve been in?
JASE: (Pondering, then flashing a sly, wide grin) Well, bro, “freaky” is like…well, relative. Hmm…I can think of quite a few scenarios; however, I’m gonna tease ya by mentioning one of the milder ones. When I write my memoirs, I’ll let it all hang out.
WYATT: Understandably. (Then, I thought to myself, “Yeah. I bet ya got a whole helluva LOT to ‘hang out’—in mo’ ways than one! LMAO.)
JASE: Okay, okay. Once, I was the special gift for an interracial foursome–one Black guy, three white dudes—for an entire night! Now, THAT was freakin’ awesome!!! (Whooping, the Man of the Evening was interestingly animated, with a sense of pride shining through—no actually, burning through–like a klieg light.)
WYATT: Dang, bro! Can you expound just a little?
JASE: (Chuckling heartily) Lawd, you really are “The Funny Man!” Anyway, here’s just one scenario: two white mouths taking turns suckin’ up and swallowing my dick whole…while the other white mouth was slobbering all over my hairy balls. Meanwhile, the Black dude’s tongue was diggin’ all up into my cherry hole!
WYATT: Have mercy!
JASE: And of course, you KNOW that I topped each one of them!
WYATT: Oh, I figured that. Here’s another Q for you.
JASE: Hit me.
WYATT: Do you prefer one-on-ones, threesomes, or orgies? Why or why not? Or does it matter?
JASE: Nah, it doesn’t really matter—the amount of the paycheck is what really matters! Though I must admit that from time to time, my inclination is toward threesomes.
WYATT: Why so?
JASE: Well, a threesome provides more variety…you know I’m into the “Big V!” (He grins that infectious grin again…)
WYATT: What about the “Big O,” orgies?
JASE: They’re “aight,” but can be just too extra for me. Can be too much activity to focus on at one time, can be just wayyy too much goin’ on if ya know what I mean.
WYATT: Jase, is there anything you simply won’t do—no matter how much a client is willing to offer?
JASE: Oh, I have my limits, my red lines.
WYATT: Do tell.
JASE: No scat (feces). Ain’t into that! Far too much work fo’ me…and I like to smell good.
WYATT: I see. Let’s dig deeper. What about piss and fisting?
JASE: Now, I can get into both. As long as I’m not on the receiving end! (He breaks up.)
WYATT: Any other no-nos?
JASE: (He ponders.) Oh, oh!
WYATT: (I’m chuckling.) What???
JASE: There was this skinny, nerdy guy, who wanted devil worship shit—which involved shit, me squatting over him and givin’ him a dump! Can you believe that shit?
WYATT: (I’m LMAO!) I can, I can. Have you ever done porn before? Any desire to do it?
JASE: Nah, porn ain’t for me. Once you’re on film, you’re on film. Those images will always be out there and will catch up with you when you don’t want them to. You follow me?
WYATT: I certainly do. Hey! Have you had any celebs or famous people?
JASE: (He flashes a sly smile.) Of course!
WYATT: How’s about some names? I mean, “Inquiring minds wanna know!”
JASE: Only for my memoirs.
WYATT: Jase, I’ve been meaning to ask this question: ever had any problems with the law?
JASE: Knock on wood, no. (Then he winks.) After all, you’re paying for my time and companionship. That’s it. However, my client and I are two consenting adults…and can do whatever.
WYATT: Uh huh. So, how much longer are you gonna stay in the “skin game?” What’s the expiration date?
JASE: Don’t know.
WYATT: Any other juicy tidbits you’d like to drop?
JASE: Nah! For the 411, buy my memoirs when they come out.
JASE: (Next, he flashes a naughty, rather salacious smile.) Oh, oh! One more “thang.” ‘Memba last year I told ya about the phone bone service I started?
WYATT: I do. How’s that going?
JASE: Pretty cool! Because ‘Rona is still around, some guys are just extra cautious. Then you have some petrified of HIV and STDs; those who can’t bring themselves to have actual physical contact with another guy; some have fetishes, etc.
JASE: (He bellows!) So ya see, I’m coverin’ my black muscled azz in as many ways as I can! Ya feelin’ me?
WYATT: That I do! That I do. (Of course, I was thinkin’, “If ONLY I could…” Well, you know what I mean. LOL.)
JASE: Any more Qs?
WYATT: That’s it! For now, anyway. Man, thanks for your time and opening a window, if you will, for my readers. It’s always enlightening. And a pleasure!
JASE: No prob, Wyatt. Be safe.
WYATT: You, too, my friend.
The brotha winks, and flashes that infectious, tantalizing smile…
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