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Have you ever been mistaken for an escort--or mistaken someone else for one?


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The Townhouse, maybe ten years ago I was in my 30's, after the theater with some older buds who made a B-line for the back room piano bar, I stayed up front and sat with a dude I knew who wasn't a scort but did have an older "Daddy" who was also in the back room. (front room working bois and those looking for one, back room casual dressy hang out where you can listen to show tunes :-) I had on jeans dress shoes a tight T-shirt with a sport coat over it. (management frowns on T-shirts) Got warm, the coat came off, the bud went downstairs to the john, and in a blink this guy plopped down on the sofa next to me and offered to buy me a drink. I politely declined I had a full one. (he wasn't that old maybe late 40's but very heavy) Then he made a comment on my nips (I have big ones lol they show thru a T-shirt) and cut to the chase saying I was just what he was looking for he was very into short muscly guys and how did 200$ to "hang out" with him sound? I laughed and STRESSED I was very flattered he thought I was worth that, but explained I was just there with friends who were in the back. I THOUGHT I was very polite. Well this dude got up and TURNED ON ME in a way that tots surprised me, stood up and said if I was going to be so picky maybe I was in the wrong business! etc etc etc. (he obvs thought I was lying and was so unattracted to him that the $$ needed to be higher or I was waiting for someone better etc) then he walked away. IDK how I could have said it more nicely etc. I guess being turned down in a social setting is one thang we've all been there, but being turned down even by what you think is a Guy For Hire was too much to bear :confused:

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Back when I was in college, I worked as a waiter at a restaurant in an artsy community north of Boston. There was a cozy little bar lounge attached to the restaurant that filled up with men in the evenings. Although I knew I was gay at the time, I was too naive to put 2 and 2 together when some of these men would break into song -- usually a show tune.

It took me a while to figure out what was happening when men my father's age, asked if I was interested in some extra work on the side or if I wanted to earn some extra cash. The one side job I accepted did not turn out well. The guy offered to pay me to hang some pictures in his living room but when I got there he made a pass at me and I turned him down. He fired me on the spot.

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MANY years ago, I was offered cash two or three times. Reflexively, I turned it down. And then later asked myself why I hadn't said yes.

 

I actually have an FB right now, a little, but not much, younger than I am. I first met him by going to him for some bodywork and it turned into sex. The next time I saw him was for sex. We had such great sex that I actually thought, "I had better check to make sure that I'm not supposed to be paying." I asked him, and he laughed and said "no." Every time we do it, it just gets better - amazing.

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A fuck buddy. At least that's how I read it.

Fuckbuddy

Is it supposed to be fuck buddy or fuckbuddy? I'm confused! o_O Or rather more confused than I normally am! :eek: :p

 

Regarding the OP's original question, a few years ago one escort did suggest that we might work well together doing a BDSM scene with a client of his. I never followed through. However, now that I'm retired the extra cash could come in handy! ;)

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Is it supposed to be fuck buddy or fuckbuddy? I'm confused! o_O Or rather more confused than I normally am! :eek: :p

 

Regarding the OP's original question, a few years ago one escort did suggest that we might work well together doing a BDSM scene with a client of his. I never followed through. However, now that I'm retired the extra cash could come in handy! ;)

 

With a build like yours, I can see why.

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Years ago, when I was quite young, I was working in downtown Chicago and living in an apartment on Rush Street. I often visited a gay bar that was nearby, "Kitty Sheen's" long since torn down to make way for high rises. I would sit at the bar after work for a drink or two before going to my apartment to fix dinner, as I was on a limited budget and was very careful with my funds. I was approached on two different occasions by guys just a few years older than I was at the time, and asked if I wanted to make some extra cash. I politely declined, but we continued to bump into one another at that bar for several months. I eventually saw that both of them were keeping company with guys they picked up at that bar. That was a really fun bar as it had guys of all ages, shapes, professions (or not!), and it was sad to see it go, as it was a gathering place for men who lived in the area, as well as a well known hangout for visitors to the city.

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Years ago, when I was quite young, I was working in downtown Chicago and living in an apartment on Rush Street. I often visited a gay bar that was nearby, "Kitty Sheen's" long since torn down to make way for high rises. I would sit at the bar after work for a drink or two before going to my apartment to fix dinner, as I was on a limited budget and was very careful with my funds. I was approached on two different occasions by guys just a few years older than I was at the time, and asked if I wanted to make some extra cash. I politely declined, but we continued to bump into one another at that bar for several months. I eventually saw that both of them were keeping company with guys they picked up at that bar. That was a really fun bar as it had guys of all ages, shapes, professions (or not!), and it was sad to see it go, as it was a gathering place for men who lived in the area, as well as a well known hangout for visitors to the city.

 

 

That reminds me of a bar in Toronto that I enjoyed visiting - the St. Charles Tavern on Yonge Street. It was an amazing place - packed all the time, incredible diversity of people, pretty seedy and enormous.

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Is it supposed to be fuck buddy or fuckbuddy? I'm confused! o_O Or rather more confused than I normally am! :eek: :p

 

Regarding the OP's original question, a few years ago one escort did suggest that we might work well together doing a BDSM scene with a client of his. I never followed through. However, now that I'm retired the extra cash could come in handy! ;)

Well if you are fuckbuddies, you are going to be pretty close, so I leave no room between the fuck and the buddy. Who cares what the grammarians think? They may return to their planet of Grammaria, where the past is tense and so is the future.

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Well, I haven't quite been mistaken for an escort, but I have been repeatedly offered to star in gay porn flicks. OK--not in the last few years, but as recently as when I was in my mid-40s. I never considered starring in movies, but I did consider work as a stunt dick. I would never let my face/body be filmed, but I do have a really nice cock, and I can put out some really impressive loads with the right guy.

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The closest I ever came to being filmed occurred about 8 years ago when an escort wanted to post a flogging video on his website. I agreed as long as my face was not shown. The session was supposed to be a freebie if a portion was filmed. It never happened and he mist likely never did it with anyone else either as no video ever made it onto his website. A while after that he disappeared only to resurface in Canada a few years ago.

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How so?

 

 

The whole scene was imbued with a victim mythology. The escorts were supposed to be hapless, helpless young men with drug problems who were being exploited by nasty old queens who were taking advantage of the fact that they were desperate for their next fix. The clients were supposed to be lonely, bitter old queens who had nothing to offer except money and who were being victimized by all these young men who couldn't be counted on for anything but to steal their hearts and their wallets.

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