About to Become a Male Prostitute (I) (A real life based story)

Narrator: Dean Buzansky
I have always dreamt big, but never did I include being a male prostitute in my dreams – that was a bit too much for me. Being such an ignoble man was unacceptable. However, when I became 23, I realized that most of my dreams needed great sponsorships and I was incapable of making them come true without thinking of another alternative. I was a singer, but I needed money to publish my albums – of course, I didn’t have the money because I was a student at the same time.

My parents were quite poor people, and they barely sent me 100 dollars a month – you know that is a ridiculous amount to cope with the life standards in the capital city. I definitely don’t blame them, I didn’t even require anything. I didn’t want them to send me money because they were saving out of their destitution. Hardly did I make my living by singing at small restaurants and pubs for some miserable cents. I was certain that it was time to find out a new way and I started exploring. Quickly I found a guy who knew the particulars of breaking through.

He was a singer, too, but he was much more famous and popular than me. At first, I thought that he was going to give me some ideas and advice in accordance with the career of the singer. I was not quite right in my thinking. What he offered me, totally shocked me then. He said that I had the beauty and body apart from my singing abilities, which was great by his words. I couldn’t catch his wavelength. Therefore, I asked what did they have to do with my intention of making some cash to break through and publish my songs? He then answered that the path to success in this career went through marketing my body and beauty. Probably it was clear to him that I was gay.

I was getting him now, he was talking about the so-called high-life prostitution. Later on, he explained it in full details. Though the idea itself was extremely obnoxious to me, I was already seeing some perspective in it. He told me that for a few hours a week I could make a fortune that otherwise I made for a year of singing on the behalf of the wretched five dollars at stinky pubs. I had to think it over because it was about sleeping with not-so-young businessmen and politicians.

I took that guy’s number and all contact details, and I guess he was sure that I would call him soon. He seemed to possess an expertise in the field…