Did you ever escort?

Two words:

NUMBERS

ROUNDS

Never! Not once! EVER!!!!!

I am a good girl.

I did not, though I had a few offers.

In fact, I did in the 1990s to pay my way through (a very expensive, excellent) college.

I was a workoutaholic and had a fantastic, ripped body. (Still do. Not quite as ripped, but Daddy Ripped). Fantastic glutes. Contrary to what you think about escorts, I am not well endowed. I was and am quite good looking. (I know this sounds like arrogant egotism, but it's true.) I'm also a nice guy who genuinely cared about the guys who came to me for service. I did nothing dangerous or gross. I always wore condoms. I asked them in advance not to smoke beforehand and had a strict no-hard-drugs policy.

After the first few months, I cultivated a half dozen guys who came to trust me to not judge them,, to be discreet, and who understood I that understood what they needed. We got into regular schedules (once a week, or every two weeks, or once a month). They paid me well; I treated them well. For two years, I pulled in about $4000/month. I'd occasionally say "yes" to a visiting big spender.

I learned a LOT about human nature and a LOT about myself. It was fun (although sometimes it wasn't). It was a lot to juggle with school, but I survived largely debt free. I never got an STI. I got very, very good at learning how to please other men.

Did you ever meet one of your clients later in life, R4?

[quote]I was a workoutaholic and had a fantastic, ripped body. (Still do. Not quite as ripped, but Daddy Ripped). Fantastic glutes. Contrary to what you think about escorts, I am not well endowed. I was and am quite good looking. (I know this sounds like arrogant egotism, but it's true.)

I will have to be the judge of that. Photos please.

I ran away from home when I was a senior in high school and while I never actually exchanged sex for money or drugs, I had a several guys who I knew would welcome me when I showed up on their doorstep unannounced, feed me, let me shower, and stay as long as I wanted if I’d have sex with them. None of them were gross, or really even creepy, but I would t have had sex with any of them just based on mutual attraction. When I found a friend that I could move in with while I finished high school I never had sex with any of them.

No, but I drove one. First car. Biggest piece of shit Ford ever made. Next to the Pinto. And a few dozen other cars. What were we talking about?

R5: I moved cross country and never saw any of these guys again. I do email with two of them regularly. R6: When I start my OnlyFans, you'll be the first to know.

If man splash sperms on face, doo you call it escort? In my country, we call it architect.

A few times. It wasn’t as much fun as I expected and I blew the money stupidly. Got an education, though.

It wasn't me but I had a friend that did it (and no, he didn't die!)

In HS I was sorta friends with a guy that was cute, a bit nerdy but cute. We never fooled around but right before we both went off to college we came out to each other. Didn't keep in touch.

About 10, 11 years later was around the time I started being online (late 90s) and on AOL, etc. and I met someone on AOL with some shared sex interests, and we agree to meet at a bar. Of course it was him. He outgrew his awkwardness (and he said I did too, LOL) and instead of a towheaded nerd with taped up glasses he looked hot as fuck (think a very lean, muscled Peter Krause). We had ridiculously hot sex at his place, which was very nice....

....and then he told me, confided in me I guess, that he'd paid for his home with escorting, which he'd started to do during college. One of the guys he'd fooled around with early on sort of became his Henry Higgins and helped him get to a gym, etc. and just sort of taught him culture, grooming, etc. And as it turned out, good news travels.....that guy's friends wanted to have playtime with a twink-turned-twunk with a long dangling dick, and at some point with one of them I guess "let me fly you to Provincetown for the weekend" turned into "let me pay you for your time."

Nice guy, for sure. Never thought he would be the type to do that, but since he knew me he was always relaxed with me....I guess I never saw him "at work" or around his clients. It's sort of exciting to think about, though.

Ah, Rounds. A college boy has got to eat! And pay rent. Buy art supplies, camera, sports gear. OK... car, winter break in Switzerland, summer in Paris.

I am very well endowed. At my college gym (this was ten years ago), an older, handsome guy (who turned out to be a professor, thankfully in a different major) chatted me up and offered me some nice funds if he could fellate me. Returned about once/month for three years. As a bonus, to this day, no one has ever done me as well as he did.

I did it for free.

R8 = lesbian.

I was molested.

Nope. Just a slut.

I feel obligated to advise R14 that this thread......

R19: It's big enough that you should be able to see it from where you are.

Escort?

You are a whore, Darlin’

I never escorted, but I did pay the bills writing pron for gay magazines for a few years when I was fresh out of college. The pay was lousy, but the research was fun.

I've posted on DL before. I did escort. Early 90s. LA..SF...Atlanta..Dallas...Good times. And yes I met some male celebs. Also met some producers. etc. I worked for an agency in SF. I answered one of their ads in B.A.R. I was the cute blonde college twink. The money was great too.

I tried, and failed. A friend of a friend started an escort agency and asked me if I'd like to work for him. I went out on one call and I couldn't get it up for the client. He paid me. I left. I gave the agency guy his cut and went home. I never did it again.

"NO, I'M NOT OUT HERE TURNING TRICKS! I'M NOT A $20 WHORE!!! I'M NOT A CRACK WHORE EITHER.

When I was young and hot, I did it once just to see what the experience would be like. Spoiler, not fun. It wasn't scary or dangerous or anything traumatic, but the guy was considerably older (50s?) and not appealing. Thank God I've never been in a financial position to depend on that to live.

I was broke, 17, and trying to get by in NYC. I was a tall, skinny stoop-shouldered kid with acne, not hustler material, but I was kinda desperate. I went to some bar I heard boys went to to pick up tricks, can't remember the name, and this guy who looked like John Wayne Gacy picked me up and drove me out to his apartment in Far Rockaway. I didn't know enough to ask for the money first so I did what he wanted, which was just a basic belly rub. Afterwards I kept hoping he'd give me the $20, which I needed, but when we got to the car he unlocked the driver's door, got in, and took off, leaving me standing there. In Far Rockaway. I wanted to cry.

Never tried it again, even after the acne cleared up.

$20?? Are you in your late 70s and this happened in the 1960s? 1950s? When my friends were working rounds in the 80s it was $200 a toss. Which is pretty amazing because in many cities in the world you cans still get an escort for $200!

I did it to earn money to put myself through undergrad and law school. It was an “interesting” 7 years. This was back in the late 70s / early 80s. What a time to be a whore - before AIDS and during the beginning of AIDS.

I had a crush on a guy that mutual friends of mine knew. He had some kind of decent job somewhere.

I worked downtown in an area where a lot of the gay bars and adult bookstores were located, as well as an alley where the male hustlers would offer their wares, so to speak. I had to walk down the main street that the alley crossed to get my bus and I was shocked to see him walking back that way.

I assumed that perhaps he was on foot looking for a hustler and was shocked when another friend told me that no, he was turning tricks.

No judgement on anyone doing sex work but I just wondered what drove him to do it, if he already had what was apparently a well paying job elsewhere.

[quote]$20?? Are you in your late 70s and this happened in the 1960s? 1950s?

Yep. Twenty bucks. And I didn't even get the twenty. I had no game. This was the early 70s. I knew a guy who hustled himself on 53rd Street for fifty bucks but he was a lot hotter than I was. They would have laughed me out of Rounds. Eventually the acne cleared up, my body filled out, I got a job, and I started attracting a better demographic, for free.

(my experience) = The SF street hustlers would go to QT Bar (1312 Post St.)

"In the 1970s and ’80s, the QT was the hustler bar on the block. Once a week it hosted an amateur strip night, where young guys, just off the Greyhound bus from out of town, shed their clothes for the local gays. For every drink you bought, you got a ticket to vote on which hustler should win the $100 prize. “The cocktail waiter had a crush on me and would give me handfuls of tickets without buying drinks,” recalls Bus Station John, a DJ who has been spinning in the TL for decades. “I would always vote for the most unappealing, paunchiest hustler on stage.”

Too bad that R4 didn’t learn how to write at that expensive college if his.

I AM NOT A PROSTATUTE!

R27 Was that you??

[quote] “I would always vote for the most unappealing, paunchiest hustler on stage.”

My kind of man. ♥

R35 Grins. Where's my twenty bucks you bastard?!

I was never an escort, but my boyfriends were very successful men who were older than me. You would know a couple of them if I named them. I flew around the world multiple times on vacations and business trips. I had the best designer clothes. One of them bought me a brand new BMW and another gave me his 3 year old Porsche.

Here's the thing: I loved them! I thought of them as my boyfriend and would have done anything for them. I was totally devoted to them.

once

honestly, I just wanted cab fare, but he wanted more, and I asked for more.

I grew rather prodigiously rather young. And was (and am) a swimmer. Uncle of a teammate would pay me to chart my development. Sounds creepy but wasn't (and was lucrative).

R40 oh honey, that is SUPER creepy. But thanks for sharing it. Shiver!

I did it all for free and I did a lot of it.

sF gay boy were you cute and nubile in 1977?

[quote] $20?? Are you in your late 70s and this happened in the 1960s? 1950s? When my friends were working rounds in the 80s it was $200 a toss. Which is pretty amazing because in many cities in the world you cans still get an escort for $200!

Oh, STFU, that was a good (and sad) story at R27. And yeah, there are a lot of older people posting on DL.

Yeah I did in NYC in the 90s. The was the .com boom and a lot of money floating around. I was more of a companion than an escort. I went to dinner a some of the best restaurants at the time, went to broadway, traveled some. It was all through AOL chatroom NYC M4M escorts or something like that. I actually didn't have a ton of sex, at least anal sex. A lot of married guys terrified of diseases, so they didn't get too crazy. Marriot Marquis in Time Sqaure was like whore central. But I had a great time, met some really nice guys. Some who took care of me for a period of time so I didn't have to see anyone else . Nothing crazy - paid rent, shopping sprees, dinner. It wasn't like I was on some yacht off the Amalfi Coast. As R4 says, you learn a ton about people, and make good contacts if you're smart about it.

^ Just chuckling to myself remembering some stupid expensive dinner at La Cote Basque in NYC - Dover Sole, a Grand Marnier Souffle and a $500 bottle of wine which all too rich for my stomach and I went home and proceeded to throw it all up.

Of course! I did live in North Hollywood.

[quote] sF gay boy were you cute and nubile in 1977?

Oh honey, SF Gay Boy was over 40 in 1977. Found him...

Gottink tired of renting poosey to rich mens, so finally made an anchor baby. Pays better than spreadink legs for strangers

I did it a couple of times. So did my first serious boyfriend. Kind of My Own Private Minnesota.

R43 I had a runner's build, a sexy mind, a happy outlook, and a heart-shaped face.

R48 GFY. I've kept the build and the outlook. The face not so much. And, dearest, what do you look like?

^ Not like the cryptkeeper. And fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Escort doesn't mean hot, it means available for purchase. Not everyone who buys company wants an absolute jock stud. They want company, they can want smarts, they can want conversation, they could want someone that looks like a boyfriend, they can just want a big dick that could be attached to anyone. I was an escort and I am a short, average dick, average body, sweet 23 yo kid from Ohio in NYC at the time who happened to find clients into me who wanted my company.

Has anyone here ever been "kept?" I always thought of it in terms of "classy hooker."

[quote]Escort doesn't mean hot, it means available for purchase.

Indeed. I purchased four or five of them one month. As in real life, only one was someone I wanted to see again. I didn't see him again, as I was afraid of getting hooked on a hooker, but we were surely very compatible (I paid him for an hour; he stayed for three).

I'm currently a junior in college. Come from a poor family and here on an athletic scholarship that barely pays the bills. I'm a good looking guy with a great body and blessed with a significant endowment. (Don't mean to brag -- just the truth.)

Two different men have picked me up at the gym. I see each of them every week or every other week or so. Both are nice guys. Both treat me well. One is smoking hot, 40-something (he could get anyone for free!) and I'd do him for free (but let's not tell him that). He's high profile in town and relies on me to be discreet because no one knows he has gay tendencies (he's straight married with kids). One is 50-something, less attractive, in a sexless straight marriage, and pays me very very very well.

I squeeze them in (or, literally, they squeeze me in) when I have time. Doesn't interfere with my studying or sports. Don't think there will be ay repercussions for y future.

My heart was the whore, and she never collected any payment but pain.

Just for prom money.

I never turned tricks - specifically asking for money.

When I was in high school I had, uh, a few friends I met who would be very generous with the "bus fare" they were giving me to get back home after a "visit." But I never asked them for it nor did I expect it.

Unfortunately, there are too many hard drugs now in Escorting, at least in Europe. And Argentina.

Op the better question is do you?

I mean do you turn treats?

I think I mean tricks. That’s right! How many??

[quote] I was a workoutaholic and had a fantastic, ripped body. (Still do. Not quite as ripped, but Daddy Ripped). Fantastic glutes. Contrary to what you think about escorts, I am not well endowed.

I've learned over the years the providers I've hired who are workouy-aholics who have a fantastic ripped body (like yourself) are not usually hung. They are always on the smaller size when they take their clothes off, and grow to a decent (if not very big) size. They, however, want the client to concentrate on every body part except their penis. They are usually strikingly handsome, too. I enjoy being with them. The dick isn't the most important body part.

While most haven't officially escorted, I'm sure more than a few of us have "traded" our holes or whatever for something nice in exchange—a dinner at French Laundry, a trip to the Maldives, a watch from Harry Winston.

I’d rather sleep in my car lol

Only once. I really just wanted money for a cab ride. But instead got a ride and let me suck me off for money and got a ride home

It was vaguely fun pretending to be “trade”

The topic of escorts always fascinates me. I keep thinking about being the one paying for it, especially at my eldergay-adjacent age.

I tried it once when I was young. Even flat broke, I couldn't be a good enough actor to feign interest in some drunken, fat slob of a john.

Not hooking per se, but more quid pro quo tricking. I regularly hooked up with a university dean I met in the rec center steam room. I knew who he was and purposely hit on him. I eventually asked him to sit on my doctoral generals committee. He declined but said he put in a ‘good word’ for me with a wink. I passed easily with zero push back. They even mentioned he spoke highly of me, lol. He was a sexy older man with a big cock, so it was more of a perk than a payment as far as I was concerned.

Once upon a time not long ago I was a ho

R69 A hot dean with a big cock....my kind of DILF!

Okay, here's something I'll confess from my the stupid days of my youth.

I was 22 and had just moved into my own apartment in the gay area of town. I would look out my windows at night and notice that there were a lot of hustlers hanging out on the street below my building. One guy even had a gimmick; he'd dress up in a tank and gym shorts and dribble a basketball. Lots of guys drove by and picked him up.

I was young, foolish, pretty cute, and pretty poor back then and I thought, well, I could step outside my door and make a few extra bucks. I thought it about for a long, long time, and finally, one Saturday night, I put on a midriff tank top and running shorts, walked across the street, and leaned up against my car that was parked on the street.

I was there maybe five minutes when a guy in a red Mustang pulled up and rolled down his window and asked if I wanted to party. I was scared to death, but he was kind of attractive, maybe early 40s, and looked to have a decent body from what I could tell. So I said, "Yeah, maybe I could party." He asked me how much, and I had no idea what the going rate for a hustler was, so I just blurted out, "100 bucks for a BJ."

He said "okay," so I got in his car, he drove around the block to an alley and parked, gave me five 20s, then pulled out his dick, which was already rock hard and pretty damn big. I thought, "God, can I get this thing in my mouth?" So I just went for it. He started moaning, so I figured I was doing a pretty good job. He lasted less than a couple of minutes. I managed to get my mouth off his cock and dodge the cum. He said "thank you" and asked if I needed a ride anywhere. I said "No, I can walk home from here," and that was that.

I went right back to my place and felt kind of dirty about it, but was amazed I got $100 bucks just for sucking off a guy. I never did it again; I was too nervous about getting arrested or killed, but it was definitely an experience.

[quote]I eventually asked him to sit on my doctoral generals.

And then he said he'd rather sit on your doctoral privates.

Several have stated that they learned a lot about people from the experience.

Could you (or others) give us some examples of what you learned so we have an idea of the sort of things you mean?

How many op?

Over the years, I've hired lots of escorts and for the most part, they've been positive experiences, and I've been happy. Thank guys, you do noble deeds, in my book.

I drove a Ford Escort once. Does that count?

I'm too chicken to hire an escort.

Nope, but I had an escort fall in love with me and did me for free, wanted to be with me, wanted a relationship. I was open-minded enough not to judge, but not THAT open minded to go all-in. After a few shags I phased it out. I couldn't reconcile being with them while in the back of my mind knowing they had been with others for money. They took their time with me, fellating me for hours. So giving. I guess that was romantic? I don't regret calling it off but it all does seem incredibly sexy now that I'm 30 years older.

They are probably dead now. Rough trade, for sure.

I have boyfriends in my adult life

My BF (of many years) got treatment for ADHD and the shrink typed up a long case history type thing in which it said, in the first paragraph, that he had worked as a male prostitute when he was younger. He gave it to me to read but didn't realize that particular revelation was in there (ADHD?) and when I read it out loud he looked stunned and fell silent. He eventually said he did it a few times when he worked for the old Marlin Beach Hotel in Florida where the owner convinced him to do it at some private island retreat he owned. And then he dropped the subject and we never discussed it again.

So it wasn't a deal breaker, R81? That's sort of sweet. You didn't push the subject.

R74 I can answer that! I hustled for about three months just before 9/11. I was always down to my last quarter, working for a service, and irresponsible with money. I had a great job before I moved to NYC and suddenly didn’t have money.

I learned even though I had beauty at the time, it wasn’t enough. I had to sell being likeable, have lively conversations, and if not, the John’s stopped calling. There were always new meat and some of the johns only wanted me when I was fresh. I was also snubbed a few times.

I quickly took any job I could get and got out of escorting.

[quote]So it wasn't a deal breaker, [R81]? That's sort of sweet. You didn't push the subject.

Well we'd been together a long time by then and also, ahem, I'm the guy who wrote the post at R27 so I didn't exactly have the right to cop a holier than thou attitude.

A friend was an escort when he was in law school. I think he did it for the thrill. He’s very handsome and has a nice body—not totally ripped but nicely muscled.

He said he met the whole range of guys—hot, sexy, rich, ugly, working class, fat, old, young. Mainly men wanted exactly what they wanted without waiting or cruising online.

[quote] I got $100 bucks just for sucking off a guy. I never did it again

R72, once a whore, always a whore.

[quote] I'm sure more than a few of us have "traded" our holes or whatever for something nice in exchange—a dinner at French Laundry, a trip to the Maldives, a watch from Harry Winston.

Audrey Hepburn is amongst us.

But I, I took the sweet life And never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring That costs too much to be free Hey lady, I've been to paradise But I've never been to me

Hundreds of times

For the past six years.

I used to see a guy putting himself thru school.

Despite being a smidge older, I had no experience

He was tall and confident. He laughed at me when I’d focus on stupid stuff which got m6 mind off things

He new my boundaries better than I did and he helped me grow

So to speak

I miss him

[quote] Did you ever escort?

I don't understand the question and I won't respond to it.

When I was a senior in high school in Boston (many years ago), I hung around with a few guys and girls who were odd ducks like me. I had a car, so meeting and doing stuff together was easy.

One of the girls had a "boyfriend" who lived in Bay Village, which was a seedy part of town at that time. He lived with an older man, but I often picked him up as he left some random apartment in pricey neighborhoods like Back Bay. While I was a closeted gay at the time, I soon figured out that he was an escort.

He wasn't a twink, but he did have that boy-next-door look. I desperately tried to become his best friend, but other than hanging out with us, he didn't seem to notice me. That's when I figured out that he was gay for pay (a concept I didn't understand at the time). I learned that he had been thrown out of his home when he turned 18 and had lived on the streets for a while until he met his roommate. And then I learned an amazing thing: he was not in high school but a freshman in college at UMASS Boston. He was paying his own way through school!

I have no idea what happened to him, but I do think of him often.

I went home with a guy who was an escort (he told me afterwards). Told me I should do, that guys would pay a lot of money for how good I suck dick lol.

I'm of an age.... ambivalent about it. I guess the thing I wonder/worry about is am I exploiting somebody if I were to hire? That would suck. I know there are a lot of women forced into this situation. Guys, from what I read, generally seem to like doing it or at least feel they chose to get in and will choose to get out. Or is that a fiction we tell ourselves if we need to justify it?

I've shared this story before on DL about an acquaintance/friend I knew in NYC who was the world's worst hustler (not an escort). He would hang out at a bar called The Haymarket and meet guys who paid him to have sex. Often he was stiffed (no pun) and was always broke, and always had a sad story.

I had another friend, Jimmy, who was a sweetheart but very obese. In the gay world, that's the kiss of death. He was lonely and unhappy.

We arranged for Jimmy to go to the Haymarket around closing, look for my friend, and, if it seemed like he hadn't scored, offer him a place to stay for the night - no strings attached. It actually worked. Jimmy took my friend home several times during that month, made him breakfast in the morning, and provided the stability and safety my friend craved. And I even think they had sex.

Long story short, they became a couple, and my acquaintance/friend gave up hustling and got his GED. I believe they are still together today.

R96 that’s a gay Hallmark movie

Seriously, good for them

r97 HEATHEN!

In R91's scenario, I can't figure out who, if anybody, was the escort.

Like r94, I went home with a guy who was an escort. We had regular sex, i.e., mutual cocksucking leading to his fucking me. As we lay in bed talking afterwards, he opened his closet doors and drawers to display what looked like a complete arsenal of S&M toys, whips, outfits, etc. He was a sadistic top escort "in real life," as he put it.

He wanted me to try it. He wasn't going to charge me; he wanted to have his way with me, but he also wanted me to join him as an escort in three-ways. I was too afraid. He had things with spikes I couldn't imagine being used on me (or anyone else). I went home. I would run into him and the Village, and he would invite me over again. He was very attractive, and I've wished at times I might have made more of the relationship.

I tried S&M somewhat later. It really wasn't for me. It makes me laugh, and I'm really not into pain.

[quote]He had things with spikes

LOL. I think these guys must be the most successful "escorts" out there, because where else are the guys gonna get that. One of the first times I dated another guy, he pulled a chain with a padlock on it out of his drawer one night and put it around my neck and clicked it closed. I was still in my teens and I was pissed because, even though I didn't know what S&M was, I understood the scenario. I told him to get this fucking thing off my neck, he said no, I said NOW, and he finally took it off me. Then he put the chain around his own neck and started calling me Sir, which I found hilarious.

R101 That's just bad form. He should've discussed chaining you up beforehand, I had a friend who worked as a dungeon mistress in SanFran in the late 90s, I went to school with, and she had the means to pay, was an interesting person, expensive program too.

Oh, comma splicing dear, r102.

R101, this reminds me when I was 20 when a cute guy I brought back to his house clamped onto my penis and wouldn't let go until I peed in his mouth. No mention beforehand he was into this and it was weird.

Prostitute by Toyah

[quote] He pulled a chain with a padlock on it out of his drawer one night and put it around my neck and clicked it closed.

While it wasn't a chain, Serial Killer John Wayne Gacy would do something similar to his victim. He put on a ziptie-like thing, I believe. Then he slipped a small stick in between the neck and zip tie and twist it until the victim (hands tied in the back) couldn't breath.

[quote] let go until I peed in his mouth.

Peed? How dainty.

I guess it's a better word than "tinkle."

Not sure if this counts as escorting....Father of a swim buddy teammate used to pay me regularly to measure how my favorite body parts (chest, waist, thighs, etc. especially the etc. part) were developing. Ten years later, I still have some of the cash in an envelope I use when I want a special treat.

R108 it isn't escorting, but it sure as fuck is CREEPY.

Why everybody always ask this of me?