A non-escorts first time for pay.

[+ purplekow]

While I am fairly sure I could not make ends meet as an escort nowadays, when I was 18, I was hitchhiking and was picked up by a man who, after some preliminary conversation, offered me $50 to give me a blow job. As a college student, $50 was about 1 months spending money, and though I had never had any sexual contact with a man at that point, I eventually said yes. I got into the driver's seat and as I drove down a street in Buffalo, NY, I was given head by my ride. He got uncomfortable and wanted to stop, but I was 18 and was not about to stop, so I pushed his head down and held it there while I came in his mouth driving about 75 miles an hour down a side street. He offered to take me to a hotel. I declined, took $20, he promised fifty but offered $20 and then I walked home. I was a bit ashamed but also very happy with the extra cash. This was my first, and sadly last, sex for pay, well sex for pay when I was the one getting paid. Anyone else care to share their first time getting paid for sex?

 

I have never seen a purplekow;

I never hope to see one;

I can tell you anyhow;

I'd rather see than be one

 

Help there is a purplekow in my mirror

[Juan Vancouver]

Don't know if this counts...

 

Hey Mister Kow,

 

You ask for a non-escort first sex for pay time, but since I was not an escort then I will share this with you guys...

 

I was 23 and the theatre company I was working with was invited to Europe for a University Theatre festival. After our tour to a few universities was over I decided to stay in Europe even if I didn't have that much money. By the end of my trip, I was in France and penyless, and I had still five days to go. I met a group of really hot and nice slightly older guys and we spent the whole day together, and then they invited me to a party that night in Paris. I had told them about my situation so they offered a ride with them and they said I should not worry, that I had found a group of fairy Godmothers and I should just laissez faire...

 

"Let's party first, relax and tomorrow if you are still worried we can talk about it." They said.

 

That night at this amazingly fancy party in a gorgeous flat overlooking the Seine one of them pulled me aside and said: "I really want you to meet someone." So he introduces me to this gorgeously handsome 40 year old guy, french, stylish, sexy as hell, kind, nice and a total gentleman, and on top of that he was even very forgiving of my atrocious french!

 

It was like powder and fire! He invited me to his amazing villa in the south of france where we spent the whole time I had left in Europe. When I had to leave he took me to the airport and after very emotional goodbyes and a little bit of heartache, when I was waiting to begrudgingly board my plane I reached into my pocket looking for my boarding pass and I found an envelope with an obscene amount of cash... (Even compared with my current rates.)

 

It only dawned on me that my fairy Godmothers had brought three other young guys to that party... three young, gorgeous guy my age, who also happened to be new to the "group". And only then I realised that I had been an active member of a select french prostitution ring...

 

For years after that I regretted not having gotten their contact info. Not only to be intruduced to more of their "friends" but also to thank them for having helped me to "find' myself.

 

I went back home a little more cosmopolite, a little more experienced sexually, a little freer than before, and a lot wealthier. I loved that feeling. A feeling it's very easy to get addicted to. :9

[+ purplekow]

RE: Don't know if this counts...

 

>

>Hey Mister Kow,

>

>You ask for a non-escort first sex for pay time, but since I

>was not an escort then I will share this with you guys...

>

>So it seems you did a bit better than the $20 and the ride home I got. By the way, didn't ask for non-escort first time for pay rather was looking for anyone to answer whether it be a one time deal like mine or a lifetime of fun and frolics like yours Juan.

[+ Charlie]

RE: Don't know if this counts...

 

I wish my first time getting paid had been as glamorous as Juan's, but it certainly wasn't. I, too, was a student and in need of money for something I wanted to do that evening, so in the afternoon I went to City Hall courtyard in Philadelphia, where I had been told there were hustlers who plied their trade. I hoped to find some hot guy who was willing to pay, but instead the only offer I got was from a pair of unattractive (to me) middle-aged men. I went to the apartment of one of them, and he gave me a blo-job while the other one watched; I didn't inquire into their relationship--I don't think I really wanted to know. I could only get hard by keeping my eyes closed most of the time, but eventually I earned my $25. My subsequent experiences with hustling--"escorting" is much too dignified a term for what I was doing--weren't much more interesting.

[jawjateck]

It was the 80s, i was 20, in college, in ATL; a countryboy had come to town. It was back in my "buff" days, the object of desire of women, and soon I would learn the men too. I had never played with guys before, although I certainly thought about it. I was in Lenox Mall in Buckhead, and was browsing around, certainly not buying, because I had far too little money to throw away in that place. I had made eye contact earlier with a handsome, early 40s, businessmen on the MARTA train riding up to Lenox. Sometime later, I made eye contact with him again in the mall. He was very well built, gorgeous face and eyes. I sat down for a break and was enjoying a soda when he walked over and asked to sit with me. He struck up the conversation, just chit chat, sports, blah blah blah. I was clueless, and had no idea what he was hinting at. Then he boldly, confidently asked if I was into men. I was stunned; we countryboys are easily startled about such things. I fumbled with my words, and he knew how nervous I was about it. But he was so goodlooking, and I was curious. He never talked about money; I never asked. We went back to his nice highrise condo nearby. I was shaking with nervousness; he was totally calm and cool. He put me at ease, and was a perfect gentleman. We stripped, enjoyed some body contact, mutual massage, jo, and both shot loads. No oral or anal. Spent some time in his whirlpool and took a shower together. After two hours, I said I needed to get going; I dressed; he kissed me lightly, and we just hugged for a minute or so. I was gone and never saw him again. When I got back to my dorm, I emptied my pockets and realized somewhere during our time, he slipped 100 bucks in my pocket. That was alot of money for a struggling college student back then. I laughed at how easily I had been purchased, but fear and shame set in, and I never did that again, at least not as the payee. ;-)

[+ deej]

In the early 80's I was a young Marine stationed in DC, and in those days the standard-issue USMC haircut was a dead giveaway. I enjoyed spending time at the Chesapeake House strip club.

 

A young Marine in a place like that ALWAYS scores. I was used to older men (ha! probably my age now!) hitting on me. One guy, decent looking but I'd do better if I waited, sat next to me and in the process of hitting on me started feeling me up. My lap responded and he decided he had to have it.

 

I sorta brushed him off until he said "how about coming home with me and my friend?" I asked what friend and he pointed to one of the stripper boys I'd been absolutely salivating over (and heavily tipping) all evening.

 

At the end of that set the guy left his seat at the bar for a minute and I saw him talking to stripper boy, and the boy nodded. Next thing I know, the 3 of us are leaving together.

 

You know what's coming next, but I was young and naive. (Well-practiced but still naive.) They didn't have bars like that back home!

 

After a couple hours of really athletic sex, as we were getting dressed, the guy handed stripper boy and me $150 each. COOL! It covered my beer money and tipping and then some! LOL

[Guest zipperzone]

You slut you.

[+ deej]

I prefer to call it popular. :7

[+ Lucky]

Does it count if someone actually paid you to keep your clothes ON??

[+ Italiano]

When I was a teen-ager and living in Milan I was a young opera buff, quite uncommon for guys of my age.

 

My "idol" Maria Callas had recently died, and one day while I was at a local Records Shop (let's say the Italian version of Tower Records) I saw an old man in his late 70s-early 80s (Come down, it wasn't him!) surrounded by people and immediately I recognized Callas' former husband, Meneghini.

I approached him as others did, and immediately saw that the man who was accompaining the old guy, a very masculine and quite attractive man in his 40s, was staring and smiling at me. I was quite naive and pretty much a virgin and felt a bit embarassed.

He approached me and asked if I wanted to be introduced to the old man, I was thrilled at the idea and of course accepted. He also invited me the day after to his shop (a Ties and Men's accessories small place downtown Milan) as he told me he had unknown and unreleased (back then yes...) live recordings of Callas on tapes. He told me to get there around closing time.

Of course I accepted and the day after I went there, he was very nice, we chatted a bit about mine and his life (he was married with children), after he closed the shop he played the tapes for me (WOW! I was in awe!) and shortly after he told me I was very cute and he wanted to kiss me.

I let him kiss me, having me suck him, suck me and fuck me (my first time..) in the back store, and after we finished he gave me 20,000 Liras (around 35 bucks I guess at the time), I felt a bit bizarre but accepted and left.

 

I went back there another 5-6 times to listen to Callas, to get fucked and get my 20,000 Liras..

That was the beginning and the end of my escort carreer.

 

The funny thing is that about 6 months ago I went to La Scala in Milan to see an opera, and during the intermission in the lounge I saw a man in his 70s with a cute young man in his early 20s.

Of course I recognized the Tie man!

I approached him discreetely to say hi, as he looked at me with a question mark in his face, after 30 years I had to tell him whom I was, he recognized me and smiled while introducing to me the young man as.... his "nephew"!:7

 

I am wondering how much he is paying now...

[+ Charlie]

Great story!

[whipped guy]

Yes! A great story indeed! Thanks for sharing it.

 

I also discovered many of those live Callas tapes in the 1970’s… However not in quite the same impressive and extraordinary manner… and to this day I’m not sure what is better… great sex or Callas hitting that high D at the conclusion of the first act of Norma… both can be orgasmic… albeit in different ways!

[Bilbo]

You definitely have my curiousity up. Did someone actually pay you to keep your clothes on, or are you only joking? (Either way, it's a little like a song Carol Channing sang in Jerry's Girls! LOL)

[+ Italiano]

>Yes! A great story indeed! Thanks for sharing it.

>

>I also discovered many of those live Callas tapes in the

>1970’s… However not in quite the same impressive and

>extraordinary manner… and to this day I’m not sure what is

>better… great sex or Callas hitting that high D at the

>conclusion of the first act of Norma… both can be

>orgasmic… albeit in different ways!

 

Totally agree!

 

;-)

[+ purplekow]

Any other escorts or clients care to share an experience in which they got paid for sex for the first time?