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My first time and only time as a male escort, I didn't realize that I was. I used to hair model from time to time for wedding photographers and hair salons, so I have a few headshots floating around on different modelling websites and stock images. One day, I got an e-mail from a photographer that said he was practicing drawing and needed a nude male model to practice form. He said that he had a studio he could book and would pay $100 for two hours. I was saving up for a plane ticket to come home to surprise my parents for spring break, so figured this would be an easy way to make a connection in the art industry as well as pick up some cash. We agreed on a time, he gave me his number and we talked on the phone to voice verify, as well as the studio that we would be working at. When I arrived at the location, he was waiting there and said that the studio had been booked out to the night, and so he asked if I wanted to grab some food and then head to a hotel so we could just pose and draw there. I agreed. We had dinner, made small talk about church and what I was studying at my University, and eventually got a cheap hotel room in downtown Nashville. Eventually I got naked, and he asked if I thought I could get an erection so he could draw it. I said maybe, and he asked if he could help. I declined at first and attempted to get an erection, but eventually he said that he wanted to help and came over to me and started jerking me off. I didn't know what to do, as he was significantly bigger than me. I started to try to get up but he laid on me and wouldn't let me move. He kept saying "shh" and told me that everything was going to be okay and he would get me back to my dorm in an hour. I gave up struggling and he gave me a blowjob while he laid on me and kept me down. I was so scared that I came in about 2 minutes. I didn't say anything as he got up, tossed me my clothes, and said "let's get you home." He drove me home in silence and as I started to get out of the car he grabbed my arm and said "I hope that was fun for you too, i'll let you know if i need any more fun in the future," and dropped two 50s on the seat. I went back to my dorm and cried, not knowing if I just became a prostitute or got sexually assaulted. Sometimes I get contacted by him, and got a couple messages from him while he was drunk, but I just ignore them and try to forget about it. Full Read Story Click Hear
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