Your first escort experience

[JB85]

I just wanted to thank the OP for this thread. It has brought some wonderful stories, some great PMs and emails off the thread, and has been a lot of fun to read the experience of others. Thanks.

 

You're welcome! It's nice to see this post doing well especially after the disastrous response to my other post!

[seeker630]

You're welcome! It's nice to see this post doing well especially after the disastrous response to my other post!

 

This place is not for the thin-skinned, but I hope you find it worth it and continue to post.

[jimboivyo]

billy brandt in his heyday. hot guy to look at, but not hot in the bedroom

[Guest countryboywny]

I, er.. er.. can't remember! LOL I'm pretty sure it was Jon Ramsey.. I remember the event very well, but, the date is kind of foggy!

[Diverdan]

I don't remember the year, but it was a long time ago. He was tall, well built, blond, blue and was huge. He was divorced and had a good job, but wanted to make some extra money on the side that would not get counted into his alimony payments, but that he could use as he wanted for his son who was 14 at the time. I found him in an ad in one of the gay papers... remember them? Prior to the internet, prior to HIV, and discretion was still in vogue. He loved to kiss, cuddle and was versatile !!! I was hooked and smitten at the same time and continued to see him every time I came to SF, which was three or four times a year. One weekend when we were together he invited me to join him with his son for the day and then we spent the evening together. He stopped shortly after his son graduated from high school as the son moved in with him while going to college in the SF area. We lost touch with each other, but I will never forget him and the wonderful times we had together.

[Racketjock]

My first experience was a while ago, my aging memory would say 8 years perhaps, in cold St. Louis, MO. I scheduled a sensual massage with Michael/ STL at the time. He was a firecracker, crazy handsome, a talented man with his hands and pretty much every other part of his body. My mind was blown. We continued to see each other as often as travel would allow and spent many overnights together in various parts of the country as he moved from the midwest to Florida. He was a kind hearted man with a great head on his shoulders. I would like to think he was also a friend. One I remember very fondly, give thanks for the light and joy he brought to my life, and sincerely hope his dreams and plans have come to fruition. He deserved it.

[johnnyboy]

Berlin somewhere in the nineties. Andreas, the huge bodybuilder. I was very surprised that a man could have a body of steel. I must say that i have never ever met a guy as handsome as him. I was so horny that i shot my first load just after five minutes. Andreas said that this had never happened a client before. However he is retired for many years now i still have good memories of him and not because ge was my first guy.

[Becket]

Las Vegas in 2001. A total ripoff. I didn't know anything about the business so I hired somebody from the phone book. Didn't even know about rentboy or m4rn sites at the time. The dude got naked for about five minutes and then left. As i think about it, I've had more disappointing appointments than good ones, especially when I was just starting out hiring. I think my first good experience was with Jason Carter in Dallas. I remember thinking, "this is what I have been hoping for...." Now I don't hire anyone who hasn't been well reviewed. It makes all the difference in the world when the escort himself is enjoying himself; or at least can act like he's having a good time. For me these days, attitude is 90% of it.

[gp0560]

October 25, 2010. Herndon, Virginia (the location played a key part in making it so memorable). Escort name: Sean Knight.

 

My review of Sean is the last one up for him. Daddy quoted from it when Sean was named 1st runner up as EOY in 2010. But it wasn't too long after that Sean disappeared, seemingly from the face of the earth. No one I know has heard from him in several years. He had numerous fans and he is missed greatly. I hope he is doing well. But wherever he is, I hope he knows how much that memory he helped create for me means. And the path he helped start me on.

 

Hmm, let's see now. You write the last review of Sean, who then disappears from view. Hmm, post hoc, ergo propter hoc? For your sake, LBT, I hope not, or you're in big trouble with a lot of us!

[adriano46]

Amsterdam, 1988

 

Went to Amsterdam on a whim; walked around and saw some interesting bars and hook-up places and after emerging from a porn shop, took with me a "gay guide" with maps.

 

One of the ads was for a "House of Boys" -- got the courage up to call - had a problem understanding the guttural English spoken but went on a gray, rainy afternoon t an apartment complex a bit outside the city center. Took 30 minutes to actually approach the building and ring the doorbell. Walked up 3 flights to a modest apartment; a bit messy but not too bad. There was the "owner" who was in his 30's, a rough type smoking heavily and sitting on the couch with 3 very young guys in various forms of undress cuddling him.

 

He noticed I was not interested in ay of the three (way to waifish for my taste) and called out. A stunningly handsome brunette came out - still a it too young for my taste, but I felt trapped. I went into the bedroom with this guy. Awkwardly we took off most of my clothes (I was the proverbial 30-something virgin who did not even know the mechanics of gay sex outside of masturbation). We sat (not lay) on the bed and as I touched him he began shaking - almost near tears. I took my hand off and faced him and we spoke - he was from the Czech Republic (then Czechoslovakia) and was pretty much a slave of the guy outside with the other waifs. I spoke gently, he smiled, w warmed up a bit but in the end -- we made "noises" to simulate having sex to please his boss, but more just sat and spoke quietly while wearing our underwear.

 

Left without anything more - feeling very guilty and seedy and almost swore off hiring forever after.

 

BUT... a few days later got up my courage to enter a gay escort bar down near the train station, a strapping, muscular, hot Brazilian with thick luscious lips hung over me grinding his big package into my knee and openly kissing me as we both watched other guys dance in speedos on the bar; he saw me eying another one (a Russian as it ended up) - he convinced me to go upstairs with them both... and the rest, as they say... is History.

[Tighty]

Amsterdam, 1988

 

Went to Amsterdam on a whim; walked around and saw some interesting bars and hook-up places and after emerging from a porn shop, took with me a "gay guide" with maps.

 

One of the ads was for a "House of Boys" -- got the courage up to call - had a problem understanding the guttural English spoken but went on a gray, rainy afternoon t an apartment complex a bit outside the city center. Took 30 minutes to actually approach the building and ring the doorbell. Walked up 3 flights to a modest apartment; a bit messy but not too bad. There was the "owner" who was in his 30's, a rough type smoking heavily and sitting on the couch with 3 very young guys in various forms of undress cuddling him.

 

He noticed I was not interested in ay of the three (way to waifish for my taste) and called out. A stunningly handsome brunette came out - still a it too young for my taste, but I felt trapped. I went into the bedroom with this guy. Awkwardly we took off most of my clothes (I was the proverbial 30-something virgin who did not even know the mechanics of gay sex outside of masturbation). We sat (not lay) on the bed and as I touched him he began shaking - almost near tears. I took my hand off and faced him and we spoke - he was from the Czech Republic (then Czechoslovakia) and was pretty much a slave of the guy outside with the other waifs. I spoke gently, he smiled, w warmed up a bit but in the end -- we made "noises" to simulate having sex to please his boss, but more just sat and spoke quietly while wearing our underwear.

 

Left without anything more - feeling very guilty and seedy and almost swore off hiring forever after.

 

BUT... a few days later got up my courage to enter a gay escort bar down near the train station, a strapping, muscular, hot Brazilian with thick luscious lips hung over me grinding his big package into my knee and openly kissing me as we both watched other guys dance in speedos on the bar; he saw me eying another one (a Russian as it ended up) - he convinced me to go upstairs with them both... and the rest, as they say... is History.

 

Omg sex slavery makes me sick. That's very nice of you for not taking advantage of the guy. I hope he escaped.

[+ FreshFluff]

Omg sex slavery makes me sick. That's very nice of you for not taking advantage of the guy. I hope he escaped.

 

How sad. I had thought sex slavery was mainly a female phenomenon.