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Man’s Man: Tales of a High-Priced Gay Hooker

Brian Hinton hasn’t set out to be a high-priced male prostitute based in L.A. but traveling far and wide to serve the desires and fetishes of rich and powerful men who can afford to pay $3,000 an hour for his attentions. Like many young, handsome men with acting talent that shines brightly on the small-town stage, Brian wants to break into movie stardom. But also like many of these young men, he finds that his greatest talent and charisma is in being at the beck and call of already-successful men who have unusual appetites and thick wallets. Unlike some of these other men, though, Brian embraces the possibilities and makes the most of the natural allure that he evokes in other man and, with gusto and without apologies or reservations, enters into a fascinating life of making the most of what he has in a reality-based arc in the spotlight that begins in naïve, overstretching ambition and ends with a satisfied sigh.

EXCERPT:

“What’s happened, Brian? You look . . . ,” Blixen blurted as he saw me standing, shivering, in the dressing room door despite the 90-degree heat.

“Hunter . . . Hunter,” I managed to say through a moan. “He’s . . . in the shower . . . I . . . we . . .”

“Hunter fucked you?” Blixen cried out, his voice full of rage. Knowing just by seeing me what had happened.

“God . . . oh, oh . . . yes, he . . .”

“That bastard,” Blixen mutter again. “He knows . . . Here, son, come here. It will be all right.”

And I stumbled over to him and we both sank down on the edge of a daybed. He enveloped me in his arms and rocked me back and forth and whispered to me about how everything would be all right. He was running his hands through my hair, and I felt his lips at my cheek, under my ear lobe, as he whispered assurances at me.

I heard and felt my jeans being unzipped at he rocked me back and forth, but I didn’t care. He was being very comforting. He had been so fathering during the whole rehearsal process. And he thought I was a great actor. He had told me so. He had told me that he’d help me get my break in Hollywood.

I was fully aware now what he was going to do to me—and it was no different really than what I’d just allowed Hunter to do with me. With the difference being that Blixen could further my career—if I pleased him. If I could endure what was going to happen, what he wanted from me. And I’d just endured it from Elliott. It wasn’t like I had anything to protect any more.

He knelt between my legs and pulled my jeans off as he took my cock inside his mouth and sucked me until I was sighing and groaning and had release my seed down his throat. Then he was sitting on the daybed beside me again and had pulled me up into his lap and slowly skewered my ass on his hard cock, with me spreading my legs as much as possible and arching my shoulder blades into his chest, trying open to him as painlessly as possible. And then we were rocking back and forth, him still humming and singing softly to me, as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. When he felt me shaking and ready to collapse in being pumped up and down in his lap, he turned me on my side on the daybed and laid stretched behind me, lifted my leg in the air, and thrust impatiently up into my channel, as I howled to the corner of the room.

I was still gasping and hiccupping between low sobs when Blixen had come inside me and gently pulled out from behind me and let me curl up in a fetal position on the daybed beside him.

“What do I do now?” I whined between sobs.

“You just go on,” Blixen said. He was running his hands along the contours of my body, registering every nook and cranny of me, and I could tell from his humming that he was enjoying his exploration. A hand came around and cupped my balls and squeezed and pulled them away from my body, and I moaned for him. “It was past time that you had this happen to you. It will make you a stronger actor. It’s all good experience.