23 Crazy Confessions From Male Sex Workers

5.

I was more of like a straight up hooker for a few months a couple years back. All my clients were guys, very diverse. Some were old fat rude men, some middle aged married guys, black, white, Indian, even some younger guys that I thought were very attractive. Most common was them blowing me which I didn’t expect. Least common was this regular I had kept asking me to not shower cause he wanted me to be “ripe.”

6.

I only see female clients. Looks wise, I see everyone. All ages, from 20-70. All body shapes and sizes. If you’re working as a sex worker & you’re discriminating based on looks you’re not going to very successful. There’s a common misconception that there must be something wrong with clients, that they’re not able to go on a date or sleep with someone outside of seeing a sex worker. In my experience that’s never the case. For the majority of clients it fits into one of 3 categories: 1) It’s convenient. 2) They have a particular fantasy. 3) A bucket list item. A lot of the time it comes down to wanting a certain sexual experience in a safe environment where it’s all about the clients desires.

7.

I worked as a BDSM style sex worker where I also would crossdress when I was younger. Still do it for fun. But once I had a guy suspended from a tree & was shocking the shit out of his balls in my backyard. I don’t do body modification (at least then I didn’t, I have been hung by knees once), and this guy pretty much requested the one no no in that scene. Castration. He was begging me to cut his balls off. I had them cinched up in a rope which measured about an inch and a half from base of the scrotum, pulling his balls and squeezing them at the limits of his scrotum. I only had my rope cutter handy, and sure as fuck was not cutting his balls off. I took him down & calmed him down, he apologized profusely.

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When I was 19 years old I traveled to NYC for a week & visited Shake Shack a few hours after arriving. I called my mom while I was in line & I told her I arrived, yadda yadda. A man behind me overheard my conversation & asked me if I had any friends or family in town. We sat down together & he bought me a beer. He told me that I was handsome & he wanted to help me out by having me stay at his place. I would have said no but he said he was a doctor & showed me his credentials. He told me he wanted me to walk around his apartment naked & just spend time with him while he wasn’t working. He paid me $500 a night. When we went to the underground garage a lot of cars had MD on the plates and I even saw a few US Representative plates. I haven’t been to NYC since but he said I’ve always got a place to stay.

Written by Alex Cogen

Alex is a New Yorker currently living in Austin. She loves cats, grass, and latex but unfortunately is allergic to all 3. She makes mom and dad jokes more than she cares to admit (jk she'll admit it loud and proud). She isn't as funny as she thinks she is. She is the founder of thelazygurl.com.