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 a100_2280.jpg2nd edition of  this page - all about my two week experience last July in NYC - I hope you will be reasonably stimulated by the pics - experiences of NYC & the updated LGBT interest stuff.

Welcome to this special page called 'no naked flesh!' ( OK not quite this time! ) - lol have just realized the main page called this 'No Naked Flash!' well I leave that to your imagination! - 95% of my camera pics are of naked flesh ( oh if my camera could speak! ) - but the 5% for me is like a personal album of my experiences outside the escorting - well not all! - also included will be what i consider to be of LGBT interest ( but not always ) that gets my attention - be prepared for some suprises - to be mentally stimulated & maybe laugh too!

Now I invite anyone to e mail ( This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it  ) 
b100_2271.jpganything that may interest you - LGBT or not - it could be some gay poetry - some writing/short story - amusing press cuttings -  images - & also welcome big time! any horny images for 'my favourites gallery' - if you wish all contributions wil be acknowledged by first name on the website - so put your cock away now & get thinking about what you can enlighten us with!

Well what of my two week experience in NYC last July? - the previous visit to the big apple was when I was six years old with my parents - boy has it changed!!

Overall I had a brill time - great weather - food - cock - eye candy and superb clients!!

OK - time to be brutally honest - I love living in London & would never wish to live anywhere else by choice - but sometimes long to be American or a Brit living in NYC - why? American clients are brill - 80% of my calls in NYC ended up as bookings - they are punctual - tell you exactly what they want - and always turn up.

It is the same here WITH American visitors - but in complete contrast to the USA - here it is completely different! - only 10% of all the calls - texts - e mails etc end up as bookings & at least 60% of appointments are broken - why is that so can anyone tell me? - comments from other escorts would be welcome!

Sorry I've started so I will finish! - lets see - private number calls - I pick up say hello & the line goes dead - I get this all the time - can only imagine that the caller is having a good wank over my pics - builds to climax - just wants to hear me say one word then shoots spunk over the laptop or copy of QX - then there all the pointless wank wank wank texts - so predictable -  the streams of futile e mails & the usual message from a distant descendant of Mohammed offering a share of $76 million & those tossers wanting all your bank details so that 'my client' can make a transfer - oh please give me a break - is it that they consider all escorts only think with thier dicks?

Time wasters of course go with the territory - but when you get three confirmed bookings in one week for overnights that then cum to fuck all an anticipation of £1200 now = £0 does just piss me off a weeny incy bit!

OK I've had my rant now back to NYC!

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c100_2336.jpgd100_2342.jpg Commentary on the pics: pic 1 & a few in the gallery are from that famous photograph of the workmen suspended in the sky on a girder - really amused by the cigarettes! near Central Park - pic 2 & some more in gallery of some hot eye candy in Central Park - which also has a famous cruising ground.

The Empire State Building - just love the art deco interior & gr8 views - taken on the day New Yorkers thought it was 9/11 again - a steam pipe blew up lifting a truck 5 storeys into the sky but miraculously only three casulaties.

The Ground Zero 9/11 site - and thought evoking memorial followed by downtown Manhatten near Little Italy/China Town where I stayed - then a very homoerotic art deco period work decorated with gold ( image 16 of 70 ) & more beautiful sculptures by Central Park, then one pic of white figures in Greenwich Village famous for the start of gay liberation!

Sunday afternoon chill out in Central Park - again! - yeah I love that park! - sit back relax get chilled beers from vendors & be entertained by beautiful songs - then street performers by the park entrance - hot guys!

Shots from East River Park ( 36 of 70 ) - then 9/11 stuff Greenwich Village - scenes from the river towards downtown Manhattan on ferry to New Jersey - love the old advert ( 49 of 70 ) 'Tommy Dewar says respectability is the state of never being caught doing anything which gives you pleasure' fuck me its so camp look at that corset!

Entrance to Staten Island ferry in Manhatten followed by DJ David Knapp wicked outdoor party I gatecrashed downtown by the river - then just a few images of awesome original works at a Brooklyn exhibition by the legendary photographer Bob Mizer of the famous Athletic Model Guild

Two scenes from a naturist beach in New Jersey - not easy to get to but well worth the ferry trip & two lifts to get there! the guy who gave me the final lift ended up spending the whole day with me & drove me all the way back to Brooklyn - ok no naked flesh so whats this then! - well how could I resist zooming on two gorgeous guys bollock naked with hard ons!

So finally to my last night - that guy is a REAL hustler - he picked me up side saddle on his push bike from a gay nite club in East Village - he deftly raided a deli at 3am ( I had not eaten since lunch ) then back to my hotel a wicked round off to my 2 weeks!

Was asked a few times would I wish to live in NYC - NO WAY - yeah had a gr8 time & I know NYC is not typical of elsewhere in the USA - but Paranoia with a capital P is NYC! - where do I start? ha! - first Saturday went to a famous gay niteclub Splash 'ID please' 'don't I look over 21? ( I am 49 for fucks sake! ) - 'sorry its the law' so next visit I had to take my passport! - in a cruise club called the eagle on the west side - lots of horny guys rubbin crotches in the dark shadows some in groups I thought cool get my cock out end up with a crowd round me - then security threw me out with 'sir you are not permitted to expose yourself here you must leave'

Oh yeah the last block of four pics - taken in one of only TWO gay saunas in NYC - I had to take a pic of that notice ... no oral anal or vaginal sex is permitted on these premises - the steam room & sauna room were closed due to 'health reasons' no cinema - just cabins - still had a wicked time in violation of rule 24/2!!!

Then on the East Side park - hot day - me in trunks catchin rays stand in water jets comin out a paved area - late teen girl with group of kids walks up & says 'please dont do that here' - 'why?' - 'there are young children' - thought fuck you ( only metaphorically! ) went back later same again standing in fountain with my trunks ON - park warden 'excuse me sir I respectfully ask you not to do that here' !!!

And finally the best one that could have got me arrested! - Penn Street station waiting outside for train to Washington - hot day - public piaza - just take off my top & light up a cigar - black security guy in black suit with sunglasses walks over and says 'excuse me sir you are not permitted to sit there with your top off' and my response - after my jaw almost locked open - 'oh for fucks sake if I got my cock out you would have somthing to talk about!' then he just walked away - I moved a few yards & finished my cigar in naked defiance! 

Would I go back? - of course! - don't take what I have written as a critisism - just observations on the huge cultural differences between the UK & USA.

 what follows is one of many short stories submitted by young writers to one of my favourite websites - which is an online community for gays and lesbians to share and discuss issues of interest and to provide a safe, positive role model for young gay guys and girls coming to terms with their sexuality.
The Superdrewby mission statement is: "To provide a safe and positive role model for gays and lesbians on the web."
with each update of this page i will include a new story - & give you more insight as to why this site had such a huge influence on my soul.

A Mind of It's Own

by John January 2008

My dick was twitching like one of those damn witch-hazel sticks psychics use to locate underground water.

I tucked it down inside my briefs unless someone saw the bulge it was creating as I walked down the corridor. What was going on down there? All day it had seemed to have a life of its own—getting hard at the most inopportune moments. I nearly shot my load in the middle of the conference room during our monthly conference call. Since when did I get horny listening to a sales meeting? Good thing I was sitting down.

It started as soon as I woke up today. My morning wood seemed friskier than usual—especially considering I had fucked around last night with the two guys I found stroking themselves in the showers at the gym. The three of us had a future, I could tell. One top and two anxious bottoms.

One followed me home and spent the night. We sucked each other for a half hour then fell blissfully asleep. He was gone when I woke up-- my dick as rod-tight as a flag pole. I shot a fresh load after playing around with my cock-pump in the shower. You’d think even my prick would be ready for some R & R after all that attention.

The day had been busy, but my dick was never far from my mind. Especially during the 4:00 appointment with Richard Hager, Jr. and his father. Rich and good-looking, they were known as Little Dick and Big Dick, which did nothing to take my mind off my crotch. I kept wondering if their names meant anything else…. If so, I wanted to get Big Dick alone!

I stayed late to finish my paperwork, but kept checking my messages on my account. As the evening wore on and the office cleared out, I spent more time chatting than working. It seemed a lot of guys were horny tonight. The chat room was full and promising.

Needing to piss, I left my cubicle, heading for the men’s room. So now, walking down the corridor why was my cock swelling again? Damn. It was like taking the dog for a walk. Down boy. Stay.

Stopping just outside the men’s room door, I paused. A muffled sound from inside made me stop and listen. The room was obviously occupied, and someone was having a good time. I could faintly hear someone moan ‘’Oh, fuck, that’s good.” Not wanting to miss a chance to watch hot sex, and not wanting to disturb the fun, I quietly and slowly opened the door. The lights were off, but I could still hear excited breathing, and the sounds of wet flesh pulling out of wet flesh-- like galoshes lifting slowly out of mud.

Not being able to listen without getting in on the fun, I quietly unzipped my slacks, undid my belt, and let my pants drop to my knees. Sliding down my briefs, I began to stroke my own hard cock when an idea hit me. Softly removing my loafers, I let my pants drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, I walked with quiet, socked feet to where the soft panting and groaning were coming from.

Quietly and intermittently, I introduced my cock to the action. For a minute they didn’t seem to realize there was a new dick involved. Suddenly the action stopped. “Who…what…?”

“Never mind”, I whispered. “It’s my turn.”

After a moment, I felt a wet tongue exploring my crotch, while an invisible hand spread my cheeks, and toyed with my man hole.

“Any limits?”, I heard a voice whisper in my ear. “None at all,” I whispered back.

I felt firm hands lightly touch my shoulders and glide down my arms, then reach around from behind, unbuttoning my shirt. Soon it was off, and wet lips kissed the back of my neck while a warm mouth took my throbbing cock slowly, methodically down its lubricated tunnel. The kissing continued as a warm, slightly hairy body pressed against me from behind. Again the invisible hands reached around and began to caress each nipple, continue to kiss my neck and shoulders. I was in heaven. Nearly reaching the point of no return, I jerked by dick from its warm moist haven to let the aching subside. Moments later, gentle hands from below pressed against the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs further apart. Then a wet tongue began to explore by ball sack, giving attention to each of my alert nuts. From behind, the soft stroking and kissing went lower, until I felt fingers spreading my cheeks and a hot tongue began darting in and around by hole.

With two invisible tongues working so close together, I felt a new sensation. My entire crotch was alive with fingers and tongues kissing, licking, sucking, stroking, entering, and massaging. My thighs stiffened and my butt grew taught. I swayed slightly with the motions of my unseen benefactors. It was too soon for the fun to end, but from deep inside it began, deeper than any ejaculation I had ever felt before, my legs quivered, I sunk half-way to the floor and leaned forward. A hard, pulsing cock slid effortlessly inside me as a warm mouth and tongue encircled my rod, tight with the rush of blood filling every nook of that wonderful elastic muscle. As the tip of the unknown cock slid past my prostate, the inevitable occurred. I moaned low and soft and shook involuntarily as the semen shot from my prostate, mixed with the sperm from each ball and exploded from the tight urethra into a warm, but unknown throat. I pulsed and jerked with each spasm. I rocked back and forth and lifted myself on my toes. It was difficult not to scream from the intense rolling pleasure that began deep inside and spread to every part of my sweating, trembling frame.

As the pulsing ended, by two invisible friends kept their post a little longer, sucking, fucking slower and slower and slower until my limp dick dropped from its wet home and a tightness in my ass resolved as the intruder removed himself. Standing quietly in the dark, catching my breath from this magnificent encounter, I felt two bodies press against me from both sides. One voice softly whispered, “Thanks. Leave without turning on the lights.” Puzzled, but willing to let my mysterious encounter remain anonymous, I quickly dressed and slipped out the door.

The dimmed lights in the hallway seemed bright by comparison to the dark restroom. I saw a janitor vacuuming the intersection of hallways ahead of me. I smiled and nodded as he stopped to let me through. Slipping into my office, I switched off the computer, and shoved some papers in my briefcase. Enough work for tonight. I saw a peaceful sleep ahead of me.

Stopping at the elevator, I pushed the down button and waited. When the doors opened, I was surprised to see Richard Hager and his father inside. They nodded politely, but ignoring my presence, continued their conversation about their latest beachfront development project, Double Head Point. The three of us exited at the lobby level and walked through the parking garage without further acknowledgement. Unlocking my car, I drove to the exit. It was then that it occurred to me. We were driving the last three cars in the lot.

Tennessee Boy Forced into Anti Gay Program

June 16th 2005 by Superdrewby

Zach a 16 year old boy has been forced into an anti gay program by his parents for telling them he is Gay.  Zach detailed his plight in his online Journal on May thirtieth and (link) last updated on June 3rd.  The diary and his plight has caused an international media spotlight on the organisation – Love in Action, forcing them to hold a Press conference on Thursday June 16th to discuss the issue.

The program believes that Homosexuality is an attraction and associated behavior that can be changed by therapy.  This belief  was struck down by the American Psychiatric Association in the 70’s, but is still purported as fact by the many ex-gay ministries.  The most famous ex-gay John Paulk, Exodus International’s poster boy was discovered in a  Gay Bar picking up another man, he subsequently debunked the entire ex-gay ministry as flawed.

Zach posted the rules of the religious fundamentalist camp on his diary and they include:

  • Not wearing Abercrombie and Fitch or Calvin Klein clothing;
  • No hugging or physical touch between clients
  • clients may only read materials approved by staff
  • No television viewing, going to movies, or reading/watching/listening to secular media of any kind

This organization also promotes suicide, as shown here by a quote by the director of "Love In Action", Rev. John Smid:

"I would rather you commit suicide than have you leave Love In Action wanting to return to the gay lifestyle. In a physical death you could still have a spiritual resurrection; whereas, returning to homosexuality you are yielding yourself to a spiritual death from which there is no recovery."

Finally a touch of humour to lighten the load! from

Two old ladies...

Two old ladies were waiting for a bus and one of them was smoking a  cigarette. It started to rain, so the old lady reached into her purse, took out a condom, cut off the tip and slipped it over her cigarette and continued to smoke.

Her friend saw this and said, "Hey that's a good idea! What is it that you put over your cigarette?". The other old lady said," Its a condom". "A condom? Where do you get those?" The lady with the cigarette told her friend that you could purchase condomsat the pharmacy.

When the two old ladies arrived downtown, the old lady with all the questions went into the pharmacy and asked the pharmacist if he sold condoms. The pharmacist said yes, but looked a little surprised that this old woman was interested in condoms, so he asked her, "What size do you want?". The old lady thought for a minute and said, "One that will fit a Camel!"