
Dillon: She knows, and she doesn’t like it. The thing is, I’m paying for her, her mom, and my daughter to have a nice place over by Irving Plaza. All they pay is the phone bill. How’d you get into it?
A gay dude I met thought he recognized me from an escort website. I checked it out for laughs and thought, “Damn, I like head. I can do this.” You work off of your own website?
I’m on this other guy’s site right now. He also plays in a ska band. We do tag-teaming—basically vanilla shows where the johns watch from across the room. Through that, I’ve gotten my own deal. So what’s the menu?
Depending, but always $225 for the first hour, $100 per hour after that to do whatever up to anal. Anal doubles it. Sometimes triples it. If motherfuckers are flashing dollar signs at you all night, you call their bluff. Hold on to it till they’re begging. I learned a lot of this from my girlfriend, actually! Do they tip?
It’s more like presents. One here, one there. My bike is a so-called tip from a regular. It’s tricked-out to around $3,700, and I didn’t pay a cent. But usually the first date they’ll give you some extra cash, especially if they want to hook up again down the road. Do only good-looking fellas make the serious money?
You have to be sporting a look. You don’t need to be that buff. It’s more an attitude about yourself that says a gay guy sucking on your dick isn’t going to make a dent in who you are. Also, big smiles. Everybody’s happy. But what about getting it up the ass?
I can only speak for me, but if I’m a little cranked I can get into it. Definitely. Plus the money is outrageous. I got $1,400 for a sleepover at the Plaza last October. I notice that whenever I tell my old hustler stories, you just glare at me.
That is exactly what I think of hustlers, always fucking it up. You’re lucky to still be alive. To me it’s a stopover. I got a million plans, and escorting is going to help me with those. That is my good time. Well, hey, OK. If you want to consider your fiduciary future above all else in a world gone mad (thanks, Ad Rock), then go head-on, I taste your fear. But I believe there are a lot more young bucks out there who simply want to get their shaved rocks off in the wettest, warmest, most adoring mouths they can locate. If they can take home a few hundred bucks doing it, all the better.
What? STEVE LAFRENIERE