ale commercial sex workers prostitutes langas do not often appear in the media. Actually, whenever we are discussing langas you would be forgiven or thinking they do not exist.
And yet a couple of male langa decided to not only come out (anonymously) they even went as far as to share some of their experiences. How do I know? Well, I came across the fact as I trawled the internets for a story to tell and I conveniently came across a story on The New York Post (NYPost?) in which they had chronicled the conversation going on a Reddit thread in which they decided to speak to lessen the stigma of being male heaux.
Check out some of the comments the male heaux shared:
When I was 19 years old I travelled to NYC for a week and visited Shake Shack a few hours after arriving. I called my mom while I was in line and I told her I arrived, yadda yadda.
A man behind me overheard my conversation and asked me if I had any friends or family in town. We sat down together and he bought me a beer. He told me that I was handsome and 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 and showed me his credentials. He told me he wanted me to walk around his apartment naked and 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.
Did not have sex and would definitely do again.
AND ANOTHER:
Worked through Craigslist for a little while, fell off the wagon once I ended up meeting with someone I knew from high school. Mostly it was older/larger women, most of them wanted to be eaten out. But there was one girl. Oh my god. We were the same age, she was covered in tattoos (my favorite of which being a chest piece featuring the time Turner from Harry Potter), pierced nipples and clit, the works. We met up at a motel near where she lives and went at it. After a while, I lit up a cigarette as she laid in bed and she got up suddenly and began to vomit inthe bathroom. After about a half hour she comes out and apologizes and proceeds to pull a HUGE bag of prescription pill bottles out of her purse. After she sees my surprise she tells me she has cancer and is trying to have a little fun since her boyfriend did nothing but work to pay her bills but would always be too tired to touch her. There were a lot of times I found out I was a guy on the side but that charge made me particularly sad.
ANOTHER STILL:
I used to work as a male model at nightclubs in Shanghai, China. From there I was introduced to a bunch of people who offered me jobs at other places, and to make a long story short I ended up working basically as a straight up escort.
The clients were usually wealthy, high-end women over 35 years of age. Oldest client I took on must have been around 55. The most common requests would either be:
- Dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by drinks in some VIP Lounge, followed by spending the night at her hotel room.
- Being her date at an event, her showing you off to her friends, basically acting as her boyfriend for the night. Then spend the night at her hotel room.
- Go directly to her hotel room, have sex, then leave.
I didn’t have many weird requests, no pervy stuff. Although the most memorable one I can think of was when I was asked to have sex with a 30-something woman in front of her much older husband. She kept yelling things at him in Chinese while we were having sex, as he was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, wearing nothing but underwear, a shirt and a suit jacket. He also looked super pissed every time she yelled something at him.
IF THAT DOEN’T WIERD YOU OUT:
I wasn’t a full-time hooker, but I escorted exclusively for just one man. I was a uni student, he was married with kids. He was actually a very attractive man. He would come over and suck me off, that’s it. Our sessions never lasted more than 10min and I never sucked him. Started off as £80/bj, eventually went up £160/bj. Sometimes higher if he was feeling friskier. It lasted for three years and I easily made at least £600 every month. Paid off all my student loans and I’m now debt free!
HERE’S MORE:
I’ve worked as Fin Dom. The usual is cash point meets (I meet the sub at a cash machine, he gives me his debit card and pin, I withdraw what I want as he watches). That’s it really.
AND YOU CAN KEEP GOING ON:
Some guys (and it’s always men) get a kick out of being robbed, especially in public. It’s a humiliation thing. I’m a tall, fit and somewhat rough looking man and that keys into the fantasies these guys have. I’ve done sexual stuff with a few afterwards but they all say the hottest part of the scene was when I typed their pin into the machine. Every single one.
BY NOW YOU GET THE GIST:
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”.
BUT ARE STILL GLUED:
Haha, I actually did this too for a few months. I got $200 pretty much to get my dick sucked by guys for like an hour. Some have strange requests and fetishes like wearing certain underwear and stuff. Overall my experiences werent that bad until I got a call from a number in Washington, D.C. saying they like to book me for a week straight and pay me $800 per night. They said nothing else and wanted to set it up quickly and didn’t even say what they wanted to do or why they were booking for so long and offering So much. So I immediately said no, and that was the last of my “escorting” days.
MY EYES ARE BLEEDING:
I’m a male sex worker and porn performer in Australia that’s been doing this job full time for the past four and a half years.
I only see female clients. Looks wise, I see everyone. All ages, from 20 up until nearly 70. All body shapes and sizes. If you’re working as a sex worker and 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 three categories:
- It’s convenient. A client might not be able to invest the time in seeing someone. Or they might be an an unfulfilling relationship that, for whatever reason, they’re not able or willing to leave.
- They have a particular fantasy. Sometimes they’ll want something specific and it’s easier to hire a sex worker than it is to go through the process of dating to find someone that will do what they want.
- A bucket list item. I’ve seen other sex workers who wanted to know what it was like to be a client. Virgins. Lesbians who wanted to see what sleeping with a guy was like.
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.
The most common type of booking is just one that involves a fair bit of talking and sex. Nothing overly kinky with my clients for the most part. Sometimes there’ll be a bit of light bondage involved, tying someone up, blindfolding them, using toys and perhaps some light spanking.
When it comes to the “least common” requests, I don’t do anything I’m not comfortable doing. I’m a sex worker, not a sex slave. I still choose what I want to consent to. There have been plenty of times I’ve said no to a request.