(This article has adult sexual content. All images are stock photos.)
As you’re aware, I present a continuing series about a “Man of the Evening,” or 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 did I decide 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, which he understands and accepts. (Truth be told, he’s in such demand that he doesn’t need my assistance.)
My goal is 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 MOE, our tantalizing and delish Man of the Evening.
The Why Of It All.
Jase entered the “biz” during a severe economic downturn to dramatically pay down his considerable and pesky college debt. Erudite, sophisticated, and charming, he has a BA, Bachelor of Arts, in Communications. (Quite apropos, eh?)
That BA also stands for “bad ass.”
Uncommonly handsome and very self-assured, this thirty-something dominant top man exudes raw sexuality! And let’s not even talk about this chocolate brotha’s swagger.
At a delicious 6’2”, and 248 pounds, he’s thickly muscled but tight: you can’t 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. Now…Lemme Tell Ya Sumthin’! Being impeccably well-groomed is his trademark, his hallmark.
Jase’s 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, this bro is all about his bizness. Translation: don’t mess with his Benjamins.
Or there’ll be hell to pay, ‘cause he’s ALL about the money! Cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching.
You feelin’ me? Yeah. I know you do.
Recently, I caught up with Jase. It was an opportune time because he had an announcement to make. So Y’all, grab a drink and some snacks, 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. (He flashes that broad, infectious smile.) I enjoy keepin’ your readers in the know! And in the flow.
WYATT: Dang, my brotha! Your body never, ever disappoints! Just how thick, striated, and defined can ya get?
JASE: (Lounging back into his leather recliner, he throws a naughty wink.) You approve?
WYATT: Duh! That’s a no-brainer, my brutha! So, how’s bizness? Still good?
JASE: Fuckin’ Fab-U-Lous! Makin’ dollas hand ovah fist.
WYATT: So, your shingle is still hanging, eh?
JASE: Jist like my dick? (Beaming, he flashes a broad, pearly-white smile.)
WYATT: Well! Aren’t you the clever and pithy one!
JASE: (He shoots his patented scrunched eye roll.) Ohhhh, hell yeah! Like I said last time we talked, I ain’t tryin’ ta be financially fucked! Scares tha hell outta me. Escortin’ cash is too good to turn down.
WYATT: I see.
JASE: Lissen! Everything in life is a transaction. A quid pro quo if you will. Let’s say that a wife wants her husband to sign off on a major purchase… and he doesn’t want to. Well, she then withholds the sex! He’s desperate for that pussy, so he eventually gives in. So, what is that? (He howls.)
WYATT: Aight, aight. Question: do you ever just have recreational sex? Ever make love to someone without Benjamins attached?
JASE: (He snuggles back into his chair.) Rarely! And I do mean rarely. Love can be so, so…well, over-rated! And confining. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m a sexual connoisseur! And with being on the fuckin’ prowl all tha time, variety is the name of my game.
JASE: Ya see, I get off on being desired! And in control. Mos’ def.
WYATT: I’ve asked you this before, but it’s too good not to revisit. So, tell me: what’s the freakiest scene you’ve been in thus far?
JASE: (After pondering a bit, he flashes a sly, wide grin.) Well, my brutha, “freaky” is like…well, relative! 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. So to speak. (He winks.)
WYATT: C’mon now, though, give my readers sumthin sumthin. (Then, I think to myself, “Yeah. I bet ya got a whole helluva LOT to ‘hang out’—in mo’ ways than one! LMAO.)
JASE: Aight, aight. I was the special “gift” for an interracial foursome–one Black and three white guys—for an entire night! Of course, I was the total DOM (dominant) and made those four my subs (submissives). Now, THAT was freakin’ awesome!!! (Whooping, MOE, our Man of the Evening is quite animated, with a sense of pride shining through—no actually, burning through–like a klieg light.)
WYATT: Dang, tell us more! I mean, inquiring minds wanna know.
JASE: (He chuckles heartily.) Okay, okay. At one point, two white mouths took turns suckin’ up and swallowing my dick whole…while the other white mouth was slobberin’ all ovah my hairy balls! Meanwhile, the Black dude’s tongue was diggin’ all up into my cherry hole!
WYATT: Lawd.
JASE: And of course, you KNOW that I topped each one of them!
WYATT: Oh, I figured that! You ARE Mistah DOM, after all.
JASE: True ta dat, true ta dat!
WYATT: Have you ever done any porn? I’ve had adult entertainers on WYATT!, my podcast.
JASE: I’ve seen some of those shows. But nah, porn ain’t for me. Once you’re on film, you’re on film! Can’t take it back. Those images follow you wherever you go and will catch up with you when you don’t want them to. You feel me?
WYATT: Jase, have you ever been busted?
JASE: Fortunately, no. I’ve always been very smart. And careful. Risk-averse, if ya know what I mean.
WYATT: Gotcha. Jase, do you ever just have recreational sex? Ever make love to someone without Benjamins attached?
JASE: (Beaming, he snuggles back into his chair.) Great Q! I told you to ask me that near the end of this conversation.
WYATT: I know, because you said you had an announcement to make.
JASE: Yup. Lemme start by saying that RARELY do I give it up for free. I mean, love can be so, so…well, over-rated. confining! Besides, I’m a sexual connoisseur. Variety’s the name of my game!
WYATT: Whoa! That’s a mouthful.
JASE: You got that right. (Pause.) In mo’ ways than one! (Another pun, another wink.)
JASE: Man, I get off on being desired. And in control! Mos’ def.
JASE: However…
WYATT: “However” what?
JASE: I do believe that Cupid’s done shot me in the azz! (His expression is a blend of embarrassment, vulnerability, pride, and excitement.)
WYATT: Really, now! But you just said that, and I quote, “Love can be so, so…well, over-rated! And confining.” End Quote.
JASE: (He’s slightly perturbed. If his complexion could turn ruby red, it would!) Aight, “Mr. Smartypants!” You tryin’ ta try me?
WYATT: I would nevah do THAT, my brutha. Tell yo’ story! We’re all dyin’ to know.
JASE: (He inhales and then exhales.) A few months ago, I caught feelings for this guy, who I’ll call “Russell.” Man, I was completely blindsided!
WYATT: (Oh, this is gittin’ GOOD!) Oh, my! A client?
JASE: Nope. I met Russell at a business workshop.
WYATT: Does he feel the same about you?
JASE: (That Q shocked the hell outta him! LOL.) What? Of course, he does? Why tha hell would he not? (He doubles over with laughter.)
WYATT: I’ll be point blank period. Have you told him that you’re a MOE? A Man of the Evening? An escort?
JASE: Yes. I did before we hit the sheets. I respect Russell that much.
WYATT: Whoa. You fell hard, my friend.
JASE: I did. (Pause.) I have. (He can’t stop grinning.)
WYATT: What things turn you on about him?
JASE: (He sucks in a breath.) Lots! First, Russ is a drop-dead handsome brotha with a muscled bod that you jist wanna eat tha fuck up! He’s become my swolemate, ‘cause we live fo’ the gym! He’s five years older, which I kinda like.
WYATT: And what about workouts in the bedroom?
JASE: Wyatt, it’s fuckin’, freakin’ FIYAH! Russ is a “kinkay” masculine bottom, with swag! He’s one of the few men who’ve been able to match my sexual appetite. I can be insatiable.
JASE: What’s also dope is that we’re emotionally and mentally in synch! Our interests, pursuits, and goals align. Most importantly, Russ lets me be me.
WYATT: I take it that he’s got loot?
JASE: (He shakes his head in the affirmative.) Russell is wealthy and accomplished, with a rapidly expanding real estate empire. You know what really turns me on about that?
WYATT: What, pray tell?
JASE: In business, Russell’s a savvy, take-no-prisoners-shark. Although he’s cultured and sophisticated, he’s got the street in him. And will pull it out when he has to.
WYATT: I must ask this question: if he weren’t rich, would you have given him the time of day?
JASE: Oh, hell no! At the end of the day, it’s all about them benjamins. (There was ab-so-lute-ly NO hesitation.)
WYATT: I see. Are you guys a committed couple, or what? Will you finally take down your shingle?
JASE: As far as non-escort sex is concerned, we have agreed to only sleep with each other. However, I am talking to him about taking down my shingle for good. But he’s not pressuring me. We’ll see what happens.
WYATT: Very good. 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 uber-entertaining! Not to mention a pleasure.
JASE: No prob, Wyatt. Be safe!
WYATT: You, too, Jase.
The brutha throws a winky-wink, and flashes that infectious, salacious smile…
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