1. Does he live far away?
2. Does he have nice roommates?
3. Will he be a a social asset, getting me noticed by the right people, invited to the right parties, invited to "share" by the A-list of the gay community?
Even: does he have money? You can be persuaded to accept a mediocre physique, annoying personality, and inadequate penis if it means spending the night on sheets with a 1200 thread count and getting expensive presents when it's not your birthday.
The mercenary factors are most evident with three types of relationships:
Hustler: He's on the clock.
Boyfriend for Pay: Not literally, but if the gifts dry up, he'll likely head for the door. He's not a hustler, but he sure ain't free.
Boy Toy: He's with you mainly for the free dinners and late-model car, and you're with him mainly for the social status his hotness brings, but you like each other for other things, too.
West Hollywood1. The Kept Boy, aka Zack, who ordered a Flying Grasshopper at Mugi one night, got completely smashed, and tried unsuccessfully to have a three-way with us before we took him back to his wealthy boyfriend. Definitely a Boyfriend for Pay
2. Scott, the Cute Young Thing who came to my Celebrity Boyfriend's post-Oscar party with a famous director, and nonchalantly cleared the dessert plates while naked. Boyfriend for Pay.
3. Benny from Basgo's. He was a regular at Basgo's, the Hispanic bar, who made his living picking up bi-curious and downlow men, one or two per night, but went home with open gay guys for free. Hustler.
I'm not counting Infinite Chazz, who started out a boy toy, but became one of the family. He started calling me "Dad." Still does.
Castro Street
5. The Nephew. There were a lot of older, closeted gay men in San Francisco, who were afraid to come out, even in a gay neighborhood. The elderly guy getting drunk on martinis at Twin Peaks introduced his companion du jour as his "nephew," even though they were groping and kissing each other. Boyfriend for Pay
East Village
6. Claude, the super-hung English boy who was living in Ravi's gigantic house on Long Island, and hosted sex parties but wasn't allowed to do anything himself. Boy Toy
7. Barry the Colonial Williamsburg boy spent time in West Hollywood, working as a Hustler before an encounter with a Boyfriend for Pay convinced him to give up the life. Hustler.
8.My roommate Edward, an older, rather fey art appraiser, had a "secretary" named Andrew Marvel (look it up). The boy didn't have much to say, but then nobody wanted him for his sparkling conversation. Or his secretarial skills. Boyfriend for Pay.
By the time I got to Florida, I was 40 years old, a twink magnet, with a car and a house (actually sharing Barney's house), old and well-off enough to attract Boy Toys of my own. But I found very few. Most guys either paid for the date or insisted on paying for their half. The Young Republican had more money than me.
9. Darvon from Keokuk, who used the stereotype of a Midwestern farmboy (and the term Keokuk rhymes with) to draw clients. Hustler.
10. Victor the Gym Rat, who "shared" us with his sleazoid Daddy. Boy Toy
11. Yuri! He had a Ph.D. in Atmospheric Science and spoke five languages, but the college adminstrator who started dressing him in $500 Gucci shirts didn't seem to notice. Boy Toy.
Dayton
Boy Toy relationships are rare in the Straight World: they can't increase your social standing among heterosexuals, who generally think of all gay relationships as inferior to their own. Besides, they rarely notice, assuming that older-younger pairs must be father and son.
Upstate
12. The Satyr, about 60, fat, with the biggest Kovbasa++++ I have ever seen. His housemate was a young, slim Asian guy who did the cooking and cleaning. I was pretty sure that he was a Boy Toy.
13. Troy, my boyfriend for five years. He wasn't really a Boy Toy, but he was extraordinarily cute, and didn't have a job for the first two years we were together. I was paying for his rent, utilities, food, gas, and just about everything else, so all of our friends just assumed....
Plains
14. Jimmy the Boy Toy. My Platonic friends were in their 50s, and their "housemate" Jimmy had a beautiful face and a gigantic Mortadella+. They enjoyed sporting him around the gay community, even though they weren't actually having sex.
15. Jameer. He was in his late 20s, some 20 years younger than me, but when we started dating, he insisted on paying for everything and giving me expensive gifts: "I want my man to look good." I think I was the Boy Toy!
My sex industry experiences all relate to college, where everything's priced like it's 3000. As such, they tend to involve both males and females.
ReplyDeleteMale stripper job. For both genders, though there was more female clientele. (And let me say, I've never had gay guys get so touchy-feely at that job, we even called one guy Quick Draw McGraw after he shot after one caress from a customer. As an added bonus, we were all cowboys that day.) Interestingly enough, due to differences in pay schedule, we still got paid more than the ladies at the titty bar down the street.
Odd jobs. No sex involved per se. I just did landscaping and cleaned roofs, gutters, patios, and pools in boots and jean shorts that barely covered my cock. And at one point a client offered to wash my clothes while I showered, and when my clothes were still in the wash, she let me use the pool. (Privacy walls are nice in pre-drone times.) After that, I found she and her friends paid me more when I cleaned the pool naked, always when their husbands were off on business trips. So, it's really more of a #metoo moment than anything else, but I didn't mind. (My roommates jokingly called me Rei because I really don't mind being naked in front of other people.)
Men's room encounters. Mostly at the campus gym. Nothing more than masturbating in front of them. I'd say 2 our of 3 were gay or bi. The other one? Either cut and wanted to see what an uncut cock looked like or just, my size, you want to see.
Twice, I was a bull. That's when you have sex with a woman while her husband watches. It happened the same way, my size. I actually assumed both cucks (and yes, both cucks were white, but I honestly don't think that would be the rule if porn weren't racist) were secretly bi but wouldn't admit it to themselves.
My roommates had fun with it: "You realize you're so country you can make 'I just beat off in front of a guy in the men's room at the gym for a C-note' sound wholesome."
Once I graduated, of course, none of that ever happened. And even though I haven't aged too much since, I wouldn't do any of it again.
They paid you for beating off in the men's room? I've never heard of that before. Did you agree on the payment in advance, or did they just see you, and hand over money like it was a show?
DeleteTechnically it was his exaggeration, since we met somewhere more private later. But the payment was afterward,
DeleteAnd before you ask, this is very typical of college students in the 21st century. Desperation for money. Maybe if Democrats would quit trying to make neocons great again.
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