Biggest Learning Experience from an Escort & How You Felt Afterward

[jusmeinbr]

I was just wondering if guys would care to share their single-biggest learning experience from an escort and how you felt about it afterward. I'm going to share mine, and anyone is welcome to comment on it.

 

Nine years ago, I saw a local escort ad by a local college student. We corresponded and agreed to meet at a restaurant to see if we wanted to advance from there. He was VERY appealing to me, so we both mutually decided we'd proceed on at later dates. Both via emails and at dinner, he emphasized to me how big of a struggle it was trying to pay tuition and that he didn't know what he was going to do to meet the spring's tuition that was due in only a week.

 

Well, I could tell he was a sincere student attempting to major in accounting, and so (and you guys don't laugh so hard you fall out of your chairs on what I'm about to type), I decided to send an email that, if it would be good with him, I could just pay for 10 hours of his time in advance ($2,000), and we'd just meet 10 times for an hour each during the semester. I got a response email so fast it would make your head spin, so we met at a restaurant and I gave him a check with the payee left blank.

 

I'm sure you guys know what happened thereafter! I waited about a week and asked if he'd care to get together. He avoided even responding to my emails, and it was obvious his needs were met, sot that was that from his perspective.

 

Well, I have a VERY close friend who called and could sense something was wrong in my voice. When I told him (and I relayed I was just going to forget it and consider it a lesson learned from this arena), he said, "The hell with that. What's his name?" I told him I didn't know his real name, and he said, "We're going to your bank right now and get an image of that check." We did, and it had his name. My friend Googled it, and he was off to the races. He found an aunt living about 50 miles away, and he called the number. He asked if she knew the young man (it's not a very common name) and could confirm that he lived in my hometown. She inquired, "What's he done now?" My friend responded that, at present, nothing but he was just gathering information. He then uncovered the fact that the young man's grandfather is a professor at another prominent university. Armed with that information, he called the young man and read him the riot act. The young man went into immediate panic mode upon realizing my friend was aware of his grandfather's status, so he agreed to repay $100/week until the debt was paid off. He actually did mail checks for about 3-4 weeks after which I'm sure he couldn't make the payments.

 

My friend asked what I wanted to do, and I told him "noting," and that, while I didn't enjoy being humiliated, I did respect the fact that he was just struggling to try and get through college and that, since he wasn't blowing the money on drugs or anything like that, I was all right with just forgetting it. My friend relayed that I was a complete fool to even believe he was even in college, but I relayed that I too focused on accounting in college, and the young man conversed with me regarding accounting concepts (yeah, can you believe we discussed THAT at our first evening meal!!) too intelligently to be faking it. He said, "All right, let's ask him to meet us for lunch, and if he can produce a fee bill and you want to let it go, we'll just tell him he's lucky and that he can consider the remaining $1,600 or so a gift." He did meet us and he presented the fee bill, and I told him that, while I didn't appreciate his tactic, he could consider the remainder forgiven and that I truly did wish him to be successful upon graduation from college. He was VERY appreciative and apologized and indicated he was desperate in trying to raise funds to pay tuition.

 

About four years ago, just on a lark, I Googled his name, and I saw where he'd graduated from college with his accounting degree and even saw where he delivered an audit report to an entity's board of directors on the annual audit of their financials.

 

Obviously, I've never been taken in by any other escort appeal like what I encountered nine yeas ago (actually none has even relayed a present-life situation the way he did), and, though I'm not proud that I let him get my emotions up to advance him $2,000, I'm glad he made the most of it and is now a successful accountant.

 

So, that's my contribution on my own tread. Feel free to contribute more or comment on mine beyond the LMAO I'm sure everyone did when reading me advancing the $2,000!

 

As always, truly enjoy this forum very much and hope everyone has an enjoyable weekend.

 

Kevin

[Phil_musc]

Thanks, Kevin, I enjoyed your story. If only Alexandre Dumont was still around, I can just imagine what he might have done with your story as the starting point. . .

[+ Gar1eth]

While maybe not the kind of experience the OP meant, I can truthfully say my biggest learning experience was with my 1st escort hire-Dallas Taylor. I had never been with a man or a woman before. I had never had anything even close to a make-out session with anyone-not even as a teenager. And here I was 41 years old. I had made an idiotic promise to myself in my early 20's when I faced up to the fact that I was never going to develop feelings for women that I was never going to act on being gay. A promise which still is causing major repercussions in my life. But as I got older, I became more and more bitter that males all over the world were having sex, and I wasn't. That I was too scared to have it.

 

So I had been looking at the escort sites for 6 years without doing anything. Initially I thought I would never use them. But I had seen former porn star Dallas Taylor's reviews and website for a while. He had good reviews and was traveling to where I lived at the time. I decided I was going to meet him and arranged a meeting at his hotel.

 

I was so nervous driving there. I kept thinking of every movie I had ever seen where there was ever a police sting or the escort murdered the client. When I arrived at the hotel, I think I even looked around the parking lot to see whether there were any police cars there.

 

I finally go into the hotel and take the elevator up to the room. He opens the door. I can't remember if he opened it nude or not. But he was soon out of his clothes. He was only about 5'6" or so-but very solid-football type muscular with what to my naive eyes was the largest tallywacker I had ever seen. I either had told him when contacting him or when I arrived that I was a total virgin. I didn't even know how to French kiss. In fact I thought the whole idea of French kissing was gross. Why would I want to stick my tongue in someone else's mouth? Why would I want that.

 

I think we started with him coaching me on kissing. I remember definitely him telling me I was holding my lips too firm and to relax them. I think after that we showered together. After the shower we ended up on the bed. I already knew I didn't want to bottom-only top. He was fine with that. I remember him nuzzling my ears and my neck. I remember The chills that sent shivering down my spine. I finally realized the truth in that old saying about 'Blow in my ear, and I'll follow you anywhere." He gave me oral. The only thing that I didn't really like as much was while he let me top him. He had me lying down on the bed and then he sat on me. It kind of felt like my tallywacker was bending. Plus I didn't like the bouncing motion up and down as he hit my pelvic bones (over the years that has persisted in not being my favorite position. Only a few guys have managed to make it feel good without me feeling pain as they smash down on my pelvic girdle. ).

 

So Dallas was very gentle with me. Over the years I've always been grateful that I had picked such an experienced guy who was willing to be patient and introduce me gently to sex. I'm sorry I never managed to meet with him again. But I think he stopped advertising with the next year or two. I hope he is alive and having a great life now.

 

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Gman

[bostonman]

I didn't even know how to French kiss. In fact I thought the whole idea of French kissing was gross. Why would I want to stick my tongue in someone else's mouth? Why would I want that.

 

I apologize for going off-topic, but you just brought me back memories of the guy I often naively consider the great love of my life - a boyfriend I was with in my early 20's. He was not a big fan of french kissing (and I was), and though he would do it, he'd laughingly refer to it as a "tongue transplant." So I think he would have understood your misgivings, lol.

[+ Gar1eth]

I apologize for going off-topic, but you just brought me back memories of the guy I often naively consider the great love of my life - a boyfriend I was with in my early 20's. He was not a big fan of french kissing (and I was), and though he would do it, he'd laughingly refer to it as a "tongue transplant." So I think he would have understood your misgivings, lol.

 

 

When I was revising my comment while writing it, I accidentally erased the other part of the question, '...And why would I want someone else's tongue in my mouth-GROSS!!!'

 

However once I actually experienced it-I found out the WHY. I can be having the most difficult time of (forgive my TMI here) of getting a stiffy (with age and exhaustion sometimes things don't work like they used to) but being French kissed by someone I'm attracted to is sure to get my tallywacker extremely excited!!!!

 

Gman