Male Escorts

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Cheeky yet sophisticated, Charming yet disgusting, I'm willing to do anything on public transport!
My name is Kieran Hill and I have been a Male Escort since I could talk, I live in London and am willing to be a 'personal assistant' to any single (or married) female who wants to pay for my company. I can sing and have been compared to Rick Astley and would be willing to serenade a client whilst they are bathing or eating. I am also an avid 'spelling bee' viewer and would be happy to sit at a clients house and play spelling games with them.


Service List;
Talking and walking - £13 per hour (minimum 3 hours)
Singing - £20 per 5 minutes (£25 in the rain)
Spelling Lessons - £1 per word
Personal Shopper - £10 per hour (£30 in Waitrose)
Extra's - 'Discuss whilst with client'


Somebody once told me, whilst standing at Victoria station underground, that going into the escort business would be highly lucrative. At first I thought he was trying to chat me up, subtly telling me that he thought I was good looking. But then I realised that he was staring at a poster of Jessica Alba on the wall, touching himself vigorously through his pocket. So I wondered what an earth he was talking about? He continued...

'I have a friend, who knows this bloke that went into male escorting whilst he was at university, he got paid thousands and all he did was take old women to Harrods and told them they look good in a beige blouse.'

I had to admit this somebody had got me questioning what I was doing working at a busy and slightly homosexual bar in Covent Garden for 20 pence and hour. But then I reconsidered, who's going to want to take out a slim, average looking, 21 year old student who wears grey hoodies and black jeans? Then I thought, that's a pretty fucking good combination! So I continued prying into the life of this bloke who was known by the friend of this somebody I was talking to.

Apparently all you need to do is contact an on-line agency, arrange an interview and take a picture of your erect penis with a polaroid camera on the spot. Simple right, but then your morality begins to swim its way to the front of your thought process. What if my Mum used escort agencies on the sly, and I turned up at a restaurant as her date. Not only would I know she was playing away from home, but she would know I was 'prostituting' myself to pay my tuition fees. I think i'm one of those people who thinks to sinisterly into something. On the other hand it would be strangely satisfying to turn up to a date and it was your friends hot Mum!

I did, and still do, imagine myself going out with a 40 year old women and making her laugh in return for a Selfridge's Armani suit. But I just don't think I have the bottle to go through with signing up. It's probably because i'm not good looking enough or don't have a 'Asino Gallo'.

At the top of the page, is a profile of myself, if I were to join an escort agency.