Years ago when was 21 and moved from the Texas countryto LA right out of college, I found myself in that situation of "maybe a prostitute" by accident. I had a great job in the entertainment industry but it didn't pay well. I worked close to UCLA, which is close to Beverly Hills. By accident really, a friend an I started hanging out at a bar called Monty's in Westwood. It turns out that that's where the young men and UCLA guys would go to get picked up by older women.
I was a young buck -- fit, studly, reputation of being handsome, confident sexually adventerous -- with a thing for the older ladies and had a blast. I learned that if I went to Montys, getting laid was a sure thing and I could chose my partner. I started going by myself after work. The women were all ages, wealthy and pretty agressive. Sexual adventures would be from just cheating on a husband to bringing me home so the husband could watch, or even participate on rare occassions (I learned just how talented a couple can be if s/he appreciate a big dick.)
Eventually, I developed a relationship with some of the women who would treat me -- their boy toy -- for a fancy night out on the town. Nice dinner, play/movie, even a trip to Palm Springs or Santa Barbara. Their treat because they had the money and even though I worked my ass off at my fulltime job which barely paid enought. I was offered but refused cash (I regret that, hell, should have taken the money), but sometimes a couple of hundreds would find their way in my pants or wallet I certainly had attributes that these women were willing to pay for. There were probably about 15 regular guys like me that hung out at Montys. I grew close to some of the fellas. Some of them were hustlers and I denied I was like them, although I loved providing the same stud service.
Now that I'm in my early 40's I can look back and appreciate the courage it took for those women to pursue and seduce a younger man like me. The balls they had. They totally knew what they wanted and what they needed. They appreciated and loved having a hung young man, tight body, lots of stamina and all night potential.
While at the time, my younger buddies and roomates gave me a hard time for chosing to cruise Monty's rather than the bars with younger crowds, I knew exactly what I was doing and I kind of think they were jealous. Also there was a lot of judging going on, especially by the younger women I worked with when they learned that some of these women would take me on short trips. If they only knew what was going on behind close doors in my second life. From bondage, to husband participation, to getting just a long kick back blow job and being worshipped for a bit, I enjoyed LA. Some were kinky. I had one very attactive woman in her late 30s who loved to tie me down and edge my dick -- diving me nuts. She also loved to shave my face and trim my body hair, which was pretty tabbo in the 90s.
I moved away for gradulate school when I was 27, but had a great time for those years. Now, as a dad with kids, I have no regrets about my sex life as a man in my 20s. Although I hope those pictures and film never surface....
