My name is Jack, and I’m here to tell the story of how I got involved in the business of being a gigolo, male escort, social companion, or whatever you wish to call it. I was twenty-three years old when it first began. I was a regular guy; I had a regular job working at the airport. I had a girlfriend. Nothing special. Except in one area, I have a very big dick. Almost nine inches long when I’m fully hard, and two and a h...

I continue the tale of how I, at twenty-three years old, became a gigolo, male escort, ‘social companion’, or whatever term you prefer. I fell into this work completely by accident. My girlfriend at the time, Sheryl, had gotten rather tipsy at a party of her very wealthy aunt. Unbeknownst to me, Sheryl had told her aunt’s friend Allison all about the one thing that separated me from most men. The one thing that would one...

I continue the tale of how I, at twenty-three years old, became a gigolo, male escort, ‘social companion’, or whatever term you prefer. I fell into this work completely by accident. My girlfriend at the time, Sheryl, had gotten rather tipsy at a party of her very wealthy aunt. Unbeknownst to me, Sheryl had told her aunt’s very attractive friend Allison all about the one thing that separated me from most men. The one thing...