Texting Tranny

6th May 2012


Now before I start this story, I have nothing against cross dressers. I don’t mind seeing guys who cross dress but do prefer to be told in advance, wherever possible, however the reality is often a completely different matter.

I had a lovely hotel appointment on Thursday, to a quayside hotel. A nice guy from the North West who was clean, good looking, respectful, passionate and fun, a generally lovely guy. On the way into the appointment I received a text from a guy asking if I could come to Gateshead for some fun. I explained that I was busy until about 10pm but after 10pm I may have availability and I would get back to him later.

All through the appointment he text me. I don’t mean 1 or 2, I mean 15 or 16. My phone was on silent and they started with “Defo up for it mate”, to “You there ????”, to “I can dress up in sussies”, to “Having a wank on my own come and join me, I am in panties”. I finished my very nice appointment and sent him a text explaining that I’d already said I was going to be busy for the next hour or so and did he want me to come over. “Yes, set off to Gateshead and I’ll text you the address, I am putting on some lipstick for you”. I was never going to set off in the wrong direction to home and wait on his text, so I sat in the hotel car park and awaited his reply

“Whats the score with the gay bars”, came the next reply. Gay bars, I thought I was going to him, so I replied in a pleasant manner asking for the address again. “Think I’ll just go dressed up to the bars and get sum cock”. That was my cue to phone my friend who I meet from time to time and have a glass of wine with her on the way home at a local bar, so I phoned my friend and agreed to meet for last orders about 20 minutes later, however the texts continued…………..

Twenty minutes later, I was in a nice bar near my home sipping a large glass of chardonnay. My friend said “A nightmare arsehole has been texting me all fooking night, he wanted me to go to Gateshead”. A quick browse of her phone revealed the same phone number that had been texting me. So if he’d sent her 10 texts, me dozens and dozens, who else was he texting. I phoned a fellow gay escort up, who I work with from time to time and said “You’re not planning on going to Gateshead tonight by any chance to see a guy”. His reply….. “Yes he wants me there in about 20 minutes, he’s going to text me the address”. I said you’ll have a long wait, he’s been texting me since 8.15pm and a female escort friend since 7.30pm.

My male escort friend didn’t attend, the texts he received turned to what porn films he liked and what selection did he have to bring along and could he describe his sex toys and what he would do with them before handing over the address…… delaying tactics for an appointment that was never going to happen.

My texts continued well into Friday but I’ve not replied to any since Thursday evening….. then out of the blue on Friday, I received a warning text from a local escort agency saying “Danny, Gateshead, texts and texts and texts and never phoned to make the appointment then texts some more, in total 24 texts in 2 hours, sounds like a wanker”.

He must have been texting every escort he could find a number for, who would initially reply. Thing is….. why do they do it, we all get tired after the 5th or 6th text, we can spot them a mile off.

Sounds like a wanker, the agency………. he sounds like a very sad text wanker.