How did you begin hiring?

[+ WilliamM]

When I realized Rounds in New York City was something more just another gay bar I remember a conversation with an attractive young man explaining he was a poor college student.

 

Eventually I met another college student who looked like Scott Baio. He took the train to Philadelphia where I live and stayed for a day including overnight.

Edited August 24, 2020 by WilliamM

[+ harey]

1998,

West Hollywood,

Frontiers Magazine,

Jon Vincent.

 

When I realized I could, I did.

[thickornotatall]

A client was recommended to me when I was working in Manhattan on W 57th St. ..He was the most handsome man I had seen in ages...I was about 25 and very boyish....maybe a bit younger..He was mid 30's and very masculine.....I was so attracted to him I cold barely speak. As it turned out he became a regular client every 4 weeks. Everything about him screamed big cock sex. We were watching the Robin Byrd Show and Don was her guest. He was a gigolo and also did early straight porn. He was very friendly..always touching me when talking or spreading his legs to show a big bulging basket. He asked me to smoke some pot with him after work at his apartment to see if I wanted to buy some...I can remember so clearly him taking my hand and putting it right down his pants...He had free haircuts for many years until I moved. My first hire!...

Edited August 28, 2020 by thickornotatall

[coriolis888]

 

 

1998,

West Hollywood,

Frontiers Magazine,

Jon Vincent.

 

When I realized I could, I did.

 

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open link:

 

 

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-na.ssl-images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2FA1lfvJM20WL.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FVincent-Musclebound-Leatherette-Disciplinary-Interest%2Fdp%2FB017Y4VQPC&tbnid=qp1ETQnLoWlHcM&vet=12ahUKEwipg9OFkb3rAhVQCjQIHQlOCbgQMygAegUIARCRAQ..i&docid=Ntt3AfxOYTvdrM&w=1603&h=2095&q=Frontiers%20Magazine%2C%20Jon%20Vincent&safe=active&ved=2ahUKEwipg9OFkb3rAhVQCjQIHQlOCbgQMygAegUIARCRAQ

 

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[+ carlos45]

got my first computer with internet in 1995, which led to porn-watching, which led to websites that had dudes advertising, which led to the hooboy site (precursor of this forum) and the related review site he ran called, I think, male4malescorts.......

 

intrigued by the whole thing, realizing I only live once, and needing to get laid, I picked out an appealing dude in late 2001 in my local city......arranged a hotel room way on the opposite side of town (!)......pre-meet communication must've gone ok (hints from hooboy forum chatter, I presume).......I said I'd wait outside the front door and meet him there and I remember I was so nervous that I was nearly swimming as if ready to pass out.......he arrived and I suggested a walk around the parking lot to chat and loosen up a bit......he said ok, but it was very obvious he thought I was setting him up as he looked around and over his shoulder......I think I realized this and we quickly went up to the room (I may've tried to assure him I was honest).......

 

being entirely new at this, I didn't plan for much to happen.......he got naked quickly and looked great.....we did a bit of a back-and-forth massage, rolled around a bit, I think, then we each finished while facing each other and sorta holding the other's shoulder while on our knees on the bed.......later, some light chat and he counted the money in front of me (I'd already read the debate on that at hooboy! - some things never change!).......

 

second meet was several months later in Las Vegas with Haus Weston.......was still nervous (and cautious??) and he almost cancelled because of it.....as if it wouldn't be any fun for either of us.....I had visions of the LVPD busting down the door, I think.......fortunately, we met and he was fantastic.....perfect body, masculine, subtle Southern accent (Maryland Eastern Shore).......probably because of disease fear, I still didn't plan for much to happen.......he showed off for me and got himself off.....some friendly and honest chat, too.......he "retired" soon after that, then made a short return a few years later before dying mysteriously in the Philippines in 2007 at age 29......

 

much further experience since and great advice from this forum over the years has given me much greater confidence than I had during those first timid meets!.......

As humble and soft spoken as Haus Weston was, I always felt it was a privilege to share that brief time with him.

[+ carlos45]

@TruthBTold mentioned that the duo gangbang happened in the early 1980’s....

Munroe & Ross ain’t spring chickens but even still in the early 80’s they both might have still been prepubescent, still smooth-chested & maybe even without a single pubic much less a bush....in 2018, Rick owned up to being 46....Ricky was always pretty open & honest in most ways.

Hired Munroe & Ross about 10 years back. Such great fun.

[+ carlos45]

My first hire was in 1993, I was on vacation in San Francisco, and within an hour of checking in to my hotel, I went to the now closed, Nob Hill Cinema. I got there in time to see the strip show and proceeded to hire on of the strippers, after. We met at my hotel room, and had a great time. The guy, who was a sweetheart, wasn't my usual type. I moved to San Francisco two years after that, and within a year, I was hiring escorts and having erotic massages. I have mild cerebral palsy and I never felt discriminated against, nor was I ever made to feel uncomfortable.

Edited August 28, 2020 by carlos45

[TruthBTold]

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open link:

 

 

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/A1lfvJM20WL.jpg&imgrefurl=https://www.amazon.com/Vincent-Musclebound-Leatherette-Disciplinary-Interest/dp/B017Y4VQPC&tbnid=qp1ETQnLoWlHcM&vet=12ahUKEwipg9OFkb3rAhVQCjQIHQlOCbgQMygAegUIARCRAQ..i&docid=Ntt3AfxOYTvdrM&w=1603&h=2095&q=Frontiers Magazine, Jon Vincent&safe=active&ved=2ahUKEwipg9OFkb3rAhVQCjQIHQlOCbgQMygAegUIARCRAQ

 

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I seem to remember he had a nice, deep voice.

[Skip]

I seem to remember he had a nice, deep voice.

Yes he did... I remember thinking he was the hottest thing on two feet.

[Daverwr]

I started back in mid 1980’s in NYC after seeing my best friend hire. This was before the Internet and RM or RB. We used the back of magazines and throwaway rags usually resulting in agencies. The biggest problem with agencies was there were no pictures. They asked you what you were looking for and they offered “product suggestions “. Only once, in Australia, did I not accept or “send back” a provider provided by an agency. Usually it worked out just fine. But, I do prefer how we do it now!

[Rick Munroe]

I could have been wrong but I thought for sure it was in the 80s. All I remember is that they both were fairly muscular and hairy. If I remember also they had butts to be very proud of and something I was looking for. I hope that I have not offended them about any ages that I put down.

 

Not offended at all, and really glad you had fun (I'm sure we did, too!) but we started around 2000.

[adventurous old guy]

This thread prompted me to remember that I've been pursuing this hobby for almost 20 years. First time for me was late 2000. I had to be in Philly for my birthday, and my partner set up a date through Premier for me as a birthday gift. Hunky, sweet "Guido" type -- no disrespect intended -- hot, fun, naughty experience, but also a mindfuck. I remember performing poorly professionally the next day because I was so thrown out of my comfort zone and/or sense of reality by the experience the night before.

[tenderloin]

2003. I was about 38, and in a long-term relationship that had gone sexless. Problem was that I still loved the guy. So I convinced myself that hiring a scort could help me scratch the itch without the risk of it turning into a competing relationship.

 

My first hire was this adorable latino named Kenno from Rentboy, located in a large shared apartment in Queens. He was probably 20, with a beautiful body, smooth dark skin, and sweet demeanor - my ultimate fantasy. I was so nervous I was almost shaking. I filled three condoms that afternoon lol. Funny enough, newly-emboldened me soon found another adorable latino on rentboy and decided to give him a shag. Turns out he lived in the same apartment, in a neighboring room. I asked him if we could get kenno to join us, but he said that they were friends and didn't have sex with each other. Oh what might have been.....

Edited August 31, 2020 by tenderloin

[traveler20078]

I ended up accepting how the gay community is, and the world in general. I'm middle aged, not fit but not ugly or completely let go. I realized the guys i truly wanted will most likely not be interested in me. Just google gay escorts and found that it is more common than i would of thought. I splurge every couple of weeks.

[liubit]

I started hiring in NYC when I was in my late 20s, 30+ years ago ? Back then, in those prehistoric, pre-Internet times, there was a phone line called “The Number” -“the only number you’ll ever need”, their slogan said-, where you could contact free hook-ups, as well as “NY’s finest professionals”. I had some nice non-paid encounters, as well as a few fiascos, and one day I decided to try the professional side. I remember I was nervous as hell, not knowing what to expect: it was the first time ever I was paying for sex. Well, it must have been quite good, because....the rest is history, a very long history. ??‍♂️?

[+ kent]

My first time with a professional: 18. When I was in my teens living in Kansas City in the mid 1970s, there was an ad in The Advocate that always caught my eye (from a November 1976 issue of The Advocate):

When I had just turned 18, I visited New York for the first time to go to a comic-book convention and had a room in the Con hotel, which was not far from MSG. When I had a free night, I called the escort and arranged for him to come to me. I'm not sure what I was expecting from the ad, but it wasn't that he would show up in a nearly full-length fur coat. He was very attractive, but I think my surprise showed on my face, as he explained he wore it to dress up so hotel security wouldn't hassle him. Still, his appearance threw me, which, combined with my first hiring experience, essentially froze me. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, and went through the motions but just wanted to get the encounter over. He came, but I didn't. I believe the experience was $50 plus $20 tip.

 

My first time paying? When I was about 16 and paid a neighborhood boy a bit younger than me to allow me to spank him. We kept up that arrangement on and off for a few years, expanding it into other activities as well.

Edited December 14, 2020 by kent

[Milo Farnsworth]

I pulled over and said "You need a ride?"

More details, please!

[Studsearcher]

Back when I was new to guys in my late 20’s and gay.com was still a thing, there was a 20yo muscular, ripped college jock who I was obsessed with. I was at least as attractive from the neck up but couldn’t compete from the neck down. One day I asked if $100 would make a difference, and it did! He was only the third or fourth guy I’d ever been with and it was pretty good. He actually wanted to do more than I was ready for.

 

Fast forward about 5 years and he dated my first gay best friend for a few weeks. I don’t think he ever said anything but I found it very awkward. It was my first lesson about the risk of hiring locals.

[Becket]

I think my first was Brandon Steele, who was EOY around 2006 or 2007. I was looking for a blond fantasy boyfriend experience. Boy did I get spoiled right off the bat!

[Luv2play]

The first time I paid for sex was with a Moroccan I had picked up at a gay bar in Geneva and taken home. He was a stunner in looks and the sex was pretty good. I was youngish and had never hired but before he left he asked me for a “gift”. Misunderstanding the situation, I offered him a box of chocolates (this being Switzerland of course) but he declined the gift. He went on to explain he wanted money. I was flabbergasted but scraped together about 60 SWF, all that I had in the apartment that night. He said that wasn’t enough. I was starting to resent him and just wanted this guy out of my place. I found some French francs that were only worth a fifth of a Swiss franc and gave him all of them. It was an impressive pile of those somewhat over large bills that in reality only amounted to less than the Swiss francs I had given him. However he seemed appeased and left, never to be seen again. In a sense it was more of a shakedown than a hire. That was around 1983. Four years later I was in NY and went to Rounds, a place I had visited with a friend in 1982. I knew the great looking guys at the front bar were for hire (surrounded by guys that look like me now). So I struck up a convo with a beautiful Black man who was dressed like a college student. Really clean cut, tall and gorgeous. We went back to my hotel, the Marriott on Times Square, which was pretty new then and had the perfect setup for taking someone to your room discreetly. When the young lad took off his pants, I could see I was going to be in for a fun time! His fee was $150, which in the mid 80’s was on the high side but worth every penny. In the true sense, he was really my first hire. After him, I decided I was more into younger men and started hiring on a regular basis.

[Skip]

I remember the Marriott Marquis on Times Square. I was there opening night just as a coincidence. There was no COLD water. Talk about a new experience. And in the bar, who should I sit next to but Davy Jones of the Monkees (and his wife) unfortunately a quiet night otherwise. The hotel is still there, the bar has been raised and it has been ridden hard and put away wet. Stay at the Edition down the street and for old times sake, grab a drink at the revolving bar.... after the pandemic.

[Luv2play]

I was in NY last fall and walked over to the Marriott Marquis just to have a look at it after 32 years. It looked much the same as I remembered it with the glass elevators and towering lobby that seemed to go right up to the top floor. When I stayed there I was up around the 19th or 20th floor and the hallways were exterior so you could look down to the ground floor. I had never been in a hotel like that before. But I wouldn’t stay there again as it is not my preferred style of hotel.

[adventurous old guy]

I was in NY last fall and walked over to the Marriott Marquis just to have a look at it after 32 years. It looked much the same as I remembered it with the glass elevators and towering lobby that seemed to go right up to the top floor. When I stayed there I was up around the 19th or 20th floor and the hallways were exterior so you could look down to the ground floor. I had never been in a hotel like that before. But I wouldn’t stay there again as it is not my preferred style of hotel.

You're not alone. The architectural inspiration for that hotel was being inside the body of a whale, which I l always thought was kind of cool. Unfortunately, it seems to have in some way fostered suicide, or maybe enabled it for people so inclined. You know that impulse some of us have when we're on the edge of a roof to jump off? Well, people did at the Marriott Marquis and others like the one that had the same design. More here: https://nymag.com/news/features/46811/

 

For me, the MM will always be linked to memories of the Gaiety, just a block or so away.

[cany10011]

My first time, was hiring a cute graphic designer in San Fran. I stayed at the Pan Pacific hotel and recalled with trepidation calling the ad in the paper. He advertised as a college jock for 110$. We had so much chemistry that we met for the subsequent 3 nights. I know I was just a regular client to him, but it felt wonderful to experience my first time with someone so patient and willing. He gave me his real name at the end of my stay there and we kept in contact over the years. He’s moved to Colorado now and I still periodically look him up from time to time to see how he is doing.

[+ Charlie]

I stayed at the Marquis only once, because a friend who was going to NYC to use up Marriott Rewards points invited me to go with him and stay there. It was not the kind of place I normally stayed in New York, and I wasn't impressed. (Not because I was used to something more high class--I frequently slept on the floor of an old friend's studio on CPW.)