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11 hours ago, Rudynate said:

I have been hiring for close to 30 years.  Sometimes pretty regularly but also intervals of many months between encounters.  Mostly, my experiences have been good to great. There are a few standouts, though. One of my most memorable experiences was my very first one - an attractive young guy that I met in front of Cala Foods on 18th St. in San Francisco and he took me back to his flat.  I have a husband and we have sex regularly and I don't do badly on hookup sites.  And I've had my share of duds.  Hiring was always a fantasy for me.  When I was in my 20s I fantasized about hiring Gordon Grant.  My last hire was a few months ago - a wonderful Brazilian guy - he counts as one of my standouts.  I find the whole scene mostly easy and friendly.  A lot of times on this board, there is an adversial undercurrent from clients.  I just don't feel that - for the most part I admire providers and the unique talent they possess.

Gordon Grant - what a brute! 💦

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Had my first massage in my early 20s. A mate bought me gift vouchers to a salon for my birthday so I decided to try it. 

All above board but really enjoyed it both from a massage perspective and how horny it made me so looked for someone else where there was a possibility of more. 

Ended up seeing a guy at his flat, attractive Spanish guy in his mid 30s. Good massage and we both ended up naked, his cock in my mouth and he brought me off with his hand while the other was working my prostate. 

That got me hooked and I've been getting massages on and off ever since. Though have been more into recently and generally hire once a month. 

Posted
1 hour ago, AtlantaDude said:

I’m a senior citizen.   I’m curious why young guys hire.  Feel like if I were my 36 year old self I could get it for free.  No? 

Some of us travel a lot for work and have more money than time. Some of us are a solid B in looks or body want to have fun with and A or A+. Some want a particular act or scenario that it’s easier to find with a provider. Some want to play with a content creator. Some are just bored and want to try something different or a little taboo. 

Posted
6 hours ago, AtlantaDude said:

I’m curious why young guys hire.  Feel like if I were my 36 year old self I could get it for free.  No?

Well, young ≠ fuckable.  I am not 36, but I'm not fuckable at every age/stage of my life.  So no matter how old I am, I would never be able to "get it for free."  As a result, I am here.      😂

Posted
6 hours ago, AtlantaDude said:

I’m a senior citizen.   I’m curious why young guys hire.  Feel like if I were my 36 year old self I could get it for free.  No? 

I can't speak for others, but I hired when I was young because I just liked the guy. They were nice, friendly, good company, good sex, so why not. I wasn't looking to hire, and I did have dates and casual sex outside of hiring. It was and felt different than it is now.

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On 2/11/2026 at 8:01 AM, JT_416 said:

I was introduced to sex at a young age by a family friend. Mostly consensual. The first time someone paid me, I was in high school. I hadn’t asked for money, but he insisted I take it. This was after he finished in me. I think he felt guilty, even though I kept telling him it was ok and that I had wanted it. After that, I figured it would be a good way to make some money on the side and save for school. I also found it kind of flattering that men liked me that much that they would pay. 

In college when I was 19 I was hooking up w older men I found in chat rooms.  One guy who was a lawyer was shocked I was hooking up for free.  He introduced me to an agency he used in the Austin area and that’s how I got started escorting.  He was right, why give it up for free if u can make some extra cash.  

Posted (edited)

Picture it…..

Philadelphia.

1995.

A very young (and unbeknownst to him, strikingly beautiful) NYCman is leaving Woody’s after a rare unsuccessful night of cruising. I stumbled upon a tall, dark, ripped, handsome, rugged man in torn jeans. He smelled of roofing tar and desperation. I was right on both accounts. I took him back to my apartment and we spent a wonderful evening together.

Although we hadn’t discussed it ahead of time, in the afterglow, it became obvious he expected to be paid. I had absolutely no money. I mean seriously, I had to save up for “Dollar Margarita Night”. And even then, I could only afford one margarita. So I gave him a pair of my jeans. When he realized I only had 2 pair of jeans to my name, and I was willing to give him one of them, he started crying.

At first, he refused to take them. When I pointed out, there wasn’t much left of his old jeans to even put on, he begrudgingly accepted them. I’ll never forget how happy he was when he put my jeans on. He also showed me the knife he had planned to use to rob me and told me to be more careful in the future. 

Several times after that, I saw him on the street outside Woody’s after closing and he would come to crash at my place. The smell of roofing tar still makes me hard.

God, I’ve had a fun life!

Edited by nycman
Posted
5 minutes ago, nycman said:

Picture it…..

Philadelphia.

1995.

A very young (and unbeknownst to him, striking a beautiful) NYCman is leaving Woody’s after a rare unsuccessful night of cruising. I stumbled upon a tall, dark, ripped, handsome, rugged man in torn jeans. He smelled the roofing tar and desperation. I was right on both accounts. I took him back to my apartment and we spent a wonderful evening together.

Although we hadn’t discussed it ahead of time, in the afterglow, it became obvious he expected to be paid. I had absolutely no money. I mean seriously, I had to save up for “Dollar Margarita Night”. And even then, I could only afford one margarita. So I gave him a pair of my jeans. When he realized I only had 2 pair of jeans to my name, and I was willing to give him one of them, he started crying.

At first, he refused to take them. When I pointed out, there wasn’t much left of his old jeans to even put on, he begrudgingly accepted them. I’ll never forget how happy he was when he put my jeans on. He also showed me the knife he had planned to use to rob me and told me to be more careful in the future. 

Several times after that, I saw him on the street outside Woody’s after closing and he would come to crash at my place. The smell of roofing tar still makes me hard.

God, I’ve had a fun life!

Hustler noir… 

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