A Short Biography Of A Gay Man

I was in a job that required a lot of traveling. I was an auditor for a government agency. It took me all over the country. I tried but failed to get something going with a woman or two and settled into reading porn magazines and masturbating. At this one place, a hide out place, in a strange city I discovered porn for gay men. It was mostly body types, but I still looked at it. The articles were worthless, but I still looked at it. The man in the store told me that there was better stuff, but it costs a lot more. We went into the back of the store and he had what now is called hard core gay porn. I liked that and bought two magazines and went back to my room to fantasize and masturbate.

Instead of some woman that didn't pay attention to me I started to focus on men who were alone. The first man I went with was at the counter at a Denny's. An older man who was a truck mechanic, and he had definite ideas as to what he wanted with a sissy hands college boy. I got up well used and wet, while he lay on the bed all naked, his thick cock beckoning. I went into the bathroom and washed his cock with a towel and did what I wanted, I sucked his cock back to life and he emptied his balls in my face and I tasted cum for the first time.

I was off to the races. I carried my magazines everywhere I went, I knew every word and every picture, and sometimes I got lucky and had a man in my room with me. I was selective, never approaching a businessman or a refined man, always a man who worked with his hands, big hands who wanted to kiss me. I never thought about charging, I was in it for the fun of it.

When I was promoted and I wasn't traveling I had to learn where to go in the city. The right bars to get picked up, the right places to meet. I found an outlet that sold hard core gay porn and I devoured it, keeping every single edition I bought. Along the way I met some men I never wanted to see again, and a couple of men that I saw more than once. It was during that time that I met this professor. He was different than most of the refined men, and he wanted to kiss me. We became lovers.

He didn't like my collection of gay porn, and refused to look at it. But he liked having me suck his cock and let him kiss me and fuck me. He liked that. He just couldn't come to terms with the gay porn thing, and he lost interest. I went on to meet a couple of hardcore gay men, and among them I met a man who told me that there was a lot of money for a man my age. And that's how I got into the gay for hire business, he was my manager and made all the arrangements.

The sex was so so, not really satisfying, but the money was far more than I earned with my paycheck. I was his favorite and that sex was satisfying. Somehow I had come to accept that I was a male prostitute for money for gay men. Bankers and lawyers, City Council members, and doctors, and from time to time a blue collar man, but they really didn't have the money or want to spend it that way. Plenty of boys where they came from.

Well it's been some time now since I went with some man for money. I have a lover, a man who owns a Home Decor business. I help him, and what if someone places us, I don't care anymore. I am a born cocksucker and bottom, and he is definitely into that. We fit like a hand in a glove. For men our age, it's usually not that easy. We've been together now for ten years.