Bi-Sexual Male / 47
I was a male escort:
My only brother, who was 8 years older than me, was my hero and I was definitely his shadow. He use to tell me, "your eye candy", "your a living breathing wet dream", "being tall is a curse", and "mom birthed a dick and you grew to it." When I was 13 years old my brother was killed in an accident... I still think of him every day, and I'm 57 years old. When I wore jockey shorts it was like a sock was stuffed in front. When I wore boxers it was like a sock was hanging down my left leg. I'm a 6'10" (without shoes), 240# good looking mostly gay man. I'm a very successful, self employed business owner who's played basketball players in several films, and am one of the tallest men used as a male model for print advertisements. I was in a several commercials for one of the world's most expensive automobiles. I've been a stand in for some movies where the stars stood around me on platforms. However. that was a life time ago even thought I'm told my grey hairline and white side burns on my black wavy hair only adds to me good looks.
when I was 11 years old I had the morning paper route in our community. I also cut the neighbors grass in the summer, raked their leaves in falls and shoveled walkways, steps and driveways the few times we had snow. When I was 14 I worked Saturdays at the local super market stocking shelves, bagging groceries and carrying them to customers cars. One Saturday I was putting a man's groceries in the trunk of his Mercedes when he handed me a $20.00 bill and a note with a phone number. He said, "There's a lot more where that comes from. I like what I see hanging down your leg and your one good looking guy. Give me a call." I didn't make $20.00 all day long, including tips. Once, while putting a women's groceries in her trunk, she grabbed my cock and said "do I pay by the inch, pound or time?" I refused her 25 cent tip and walked back into the store.
When I was 15 I went to work on the "mini-shift" (4 to 8pm, 5 nights a week) at the local textile plant while still working Saturday's at the grocery store, delivering papers and cutting grass for a few yards. During the summers and school holidays I worked 40 hour weeks at the mill. I had accumulated a nice nest egg for myself. More than some adult couples had in savings. My supervisor at the Mill use to stare at my crotch, as did a lot of people. After a while he mentioned my cock and over time he asked me how big it was; soft and hard. He was a divorced man who lived with his girl friend. One night he told me, "you can make some major greenbacks hustling your cock to the gays at the town cruise spots. I know some gay guys and I will be your pimp for a cut of the money." I declined saying I would earn my money the old fashioned way. He had no idea I was mostly gay myself and had more experience that he might imagine. I started telling the women who hit on me that I was a Christian and saving myself.
The summer before I started my last year at high school I had to go for my yearly mill physical; I did a lot of heavy lifting and we had to be checked yearly for hernias. When the mill doctor saw me naked he said, "you packing a nice one, son." As he held me balls with one hand and held my cock out of the way with the other hand I responded. He laughed at my semi hard cock and he gave me my first prostrate exam causing a full blow hard on. While completing the mill form for me to return to my supervisor he said, "you have the biggest cock I have ever seen; as a physician or the ones I've seen in my porn collection. You know, son, in California you could earn a 100 times what you are here in the porn industry; you have the looks, personality, and the cock to become a very wealthy man."
It was time for my senior photograph and my parents wanted me in a suit that actually fit, so I took off a Saturday and drove (my first our to town trip alone) to a town 2 hours away where there was a Men's Store who specialized in Big and Tall Men. Mom had ordered from them, and we had been there shopping before so I was familiar with the location and sales staff. I knew it would be an all day trip as mom had called to insure I could wait for alterations, and I did. The owner of the store was a tall, married man in his 50's with salt and pepper grey hair. While he and I were in dressing room alone and he was measuring my inseam his hand brushed my cock; once, then again. Standing with my back to him and my legs wide apart, he patted my hips to insure the fit, tugged at the waist line and wanted to double check the inseam from the back. This time his fingers hit my semi hard cock and he apologized. For what ever the reason I said, "no apology necessary. It's always in the way. Then again, it's difficult to a big cock." He said, "How big is it". Without a thought I said, "grab a hold and judge for yourself." I was back at the men's store a closing time where I set on the fitting room floor platform and that married owner rode my cock in front of the three-way mirrors. I went home with a bogus receipt for 2 suits, accessories and a navy blue Cashmere Sweater.
Christmas I received a silk tie and a note saying the Spring line would arrive the end of January and, as a preferred customer, I should call for a fitting. My parents thought that was the nicest thing anyone could have done and encouraged me to spend some money and get myself dressed for college that fall. I went back the Men's store but met the owner at a motel while my suits were being altered. After he got off three times he asked, "would you like to make a couple of hundred while your waiting for your alterations?" 2 of his married, bi buds came over and I fucked one and then the other and then fucked them again. I went home with $200.00 cash, a new suit, dress slacks, shirts and better understanding of what my brother was preparing me for.
I stopped working at the grocery store on Saturdays and was slipping out of town ( sometimes they came to me) and was making more money that I had ever imagined. One of the men I met knew I really wanted to attend college in California and had contacts there. That December I was living in California working full time (11pm til 7am) shift at a plant, attending college Monday, Tuesday and Thursday nights, living in a furnished house being on call the rest of the time to 3 married men. I drove a late model used car, lived in a middle class community and no one suspected I was gay, or an escort for my three male friends.
I was 28 years old before I completed grad school and continued the same arrangement for seven more years while I built up a stronger nest egg. One of my friends opened the door for part-time modeling, and an occasional movie extra. More than the sex, which I enjoyed as much as they did, their advise, knowledge and guidance for my personal professional and financial life was the spring board which launched me to the successes which I experience today. From the age of 35 until they all passed I never accepted another penny and our relationships last the remainder of their lives.
I never became part of the gay community, had a partner, wanted a partner, did any drugs, or had anything other than safe sex. Today, there are several bi, married, professional men who freely share my bed, some borrow a bedroom for their own private fun and I even help some of the men financially (without repayment). I'm trying to pay it forward, and do so without quilt for having been a paid escort and kept mane for 17 years. I'm still eye candy, being 6"10 is a curse, and being hung can be a blessing and it can be a curse.
My only brother, who was 8 years older than me, was my hero and I was definitely his shadow. He use to tell me, "your eye candy", "your a living breathing wet dream", "being tall is a curse", and "mom birthed a dick and you grew to it." When I was 13 years old my brother was killed in an accident... I still think of him every day, and I'm 57 years old. When I wore jockey shorts it was like a sock was stuffed in front. When I wore boxers it was like a sock was hanging down my left leg. I'm a 6'10" (without shoes), 240# good looking mostly gay man. I'm a very successful, self employed business owner who's played basketball players in several films, and am one of the tallest men used as a male model for print advertisements. I was in a several commercials for one of the world's most expensive automobiles. I've been a stand in for some movies where the stars stood around me on platforms. However. that was a life time ago even thought I'm told my grey hairline and white side burns on my black wavy hair only adds to me good looks.
when I was 11 years old I had the morning paper route in our community. I also cut the neighbors grass in the summer, raked their leaves in falls and shoveled walkways, steps and driveways the few times we had snow. When I was 14 I worked Saturdays at the local super market stocking shelves, bagging groceries and carrying them to customers cars. One Saturday I was putting a man's groceries in the trunk of his Mercedes when he handed me a $20.00 bill and a note with a phone number. He said, "There's a lot more where that comes from. I like what I see hanging down your leg and your one good looking guy. Give me a call." I didn't make $20.00 all day long, including tips. Once, while putting a women's groceries in her trunk, she grabbed my cock and said "do I pay by the inch, pound or time?" I refused her 25 cent tip and walked back into the store.
When I was 15 I went to work on the "mini-shift" (4 to 8pm, 5 nights a week) at the local textile plant while still working Saturday's at the grocery store, delivering papers and cutting grass for a few yards. During the summers and school holidays I worked 40 hour weeks at the mill. I had accumulated a nice nest egg for myself. More than some adult couples had in savings. My supervisor at the Mill use to stare at my crotch, as did a lot of people. After a while he mentioned my cock and over time he asked me how big it was; soft and hard. He was a divorced man who lived with his girl friend. One night he told me, "you can make some major greenbacks hustling your cock to the gays at the town cruise spots. I know some gay guys and I will be your pimp for a cut of the money." I declined saying I would earn my money the old fashioned way. He had no idea I was mostly gay myself and had more experience that he might imagine. I started telling the women who hit on me that I was a Christian and saving myself.
The summer before I started my last year at high school I had to go for my yearly mill physical; I did a lot of heavy lifting and we had to be checked yearly for hernias. When the mill doctor saw me naked he said, "you packing a nice one, son." As he held me balls with one hand and held my cock out of the way with the other hand I responded. He laughed at my semi hard cock and he gave me my first prostrate exam causing a full blow hard on. While completing the mill form for me to return to my supervisor he said, "you have the biggest cock I have ever seen; as a physician or the ones I've seen in my porn collection. You know, son, in California you could earn a 100 times what you are here in the porn industry; you have the looks, personality, and the cock to become a very wealthy man."
It was time for my senior photograph and my parents wanted me in a suit that actually fit, so I took off a Saturday and drove (my first our to town trip alone) to a town 2 hours away where there was a Men's Store who specialized in Big and Tall Men. Mom had ordered from them, and we had been there shopping before so I was familiar with the location and sales staff. I knew it would be an all day trip as mom had called to insure I could wait for alterations, and I did. The owner of the store was a tall, married man in his 50's with salt and pepper grey hair. While he and I were in dressing room alone and he was measuring my inseam his hand brushed my cock; once, then again. Standing with my back to him and my legs wide apart, he patted my hips to insure the fit, tugged at the waist line and wanted to double check the inseam from the back. This time his fingers hit my semi hard cock and he apologized. For what ever the reason I said, "no apology necessary. It's always in the way. Then again, it's difficult to a big cock." He said, "How big is it". Without a thought I said, "grab a hold and judge for yourself." I was back at the men's store a closing time where I set on the fitting room floor platform and that married owner rode my cock in front of the three-way mirrors. I went home with a bogus receipt for 2 suits, accessories and a navy blue Cashmere Sweater.
Christmas I received a silk tie and a note saying the Spring line would arrive the end of January and, as a preferred customer, I should call for a fitting. My parents thought that was the nicest thing anyone could have done and encouraged me to spend some money and get myself dressed for college that fall. I went back the Men's store but met the owner at a motel while my suits were being altered. After he got off three times he asked, "would you like to make a couple of hundred while your waiting for your alterations?" 2 of his married, bi buds came over and I fucked one and then the other and then fucked them again. I went home with $200.00 cash, a new suit, dress slacks, shirts and better understanding of what my brother was preparing me for.
I stopped working at the grocery store on Saturdays and was slipping out of town ( sometimes they came to me) and was making more money that I had ever imagined. One of the men I met knew I really wanted to attend college in California and had contacts there. That December I was living in California working full time (11pm til 7am) shift at a plant, attending college Monday, Tuesday and Thursday nights, living in a furnished house being on call the rest of the time to 3 married men. I drove a late model used car, lived in a middle class community and no one suspected I was gay, or an escort for my three male friends.
I was 28 years old before I completed grad school and continued the same arrangement for seven more years while I built up a stronger nest egg. One of my friends opened the door for part-time modeling, and an occasional movie extra. More than the sex, which I enjoyed as much as they did, their advise, knowledge and guidance for my personal professional and financial life was the spring board which launched me to the successes which I experience today. From the age of 35 until they all passed I never accepted another penny and our relationships last the remainder of their lives.
I never became part of the gay community, had a partner, wanted a partner, did any drugs, or had anything other than safe sex. Today, there are several bi, married, professional men who freely share my bed, some borrow a bedroom for their own private fun and I even help some of the men financially (without repayment). I'm trying to pay it forward, and do so without quilt for having been a paid escort and kept mane for 17 years. I'm still eye candy, being 6"10 is a curse, and being hung can be a blessing and it can be a curse.
