Reunion BroJob

Married "straight" guys who occasionally like to explore their secret attraction to other guys whilst simultaneously keeping their wives happily married and blissfully unaware of how they like to take their hidden sexual pleasures succeed at holding this all together in absolute privacy by carefully choosing their male partners not only on what they are packing and how handsome they are, but also on their ability to communicate and meet with the utmost discretion.

The client like this is fairly common, and a good escort will be expected to conduct themselves in such a way that any thoughts and fears about family and partners are, for a brief period, left safely to one side while daddy, AKA husband, focuses on stimulating prostates and blowing huge loads over a tight, masculine body. Most importantly, they get to regularly satisfy their irresistible sexual urges for hot man on man action once a month for a fee of £100 to £150 per hour in the safe knowledge that they can continue with this essential arrangement without any fear of their family, wife ever suspecting they could be guilty of catching a glance of another woman, let alone receive a bareback fuck from a super cute lad with an eight inch cock and an irresistible smile. This whole process will often require the trusted services of a reliable, experienced male sex worker, also known as an escort, but not all escorts have the experience and awareness required for a client requiring a service fit for a married "straight" guy. If a client finds an escort that manages to fulfill all the sexual and non-sexual requirements, they would be wise to hold on to them. When your demands are like this, the ideal escort can be hard to find.

In actual fact, many people have no idea about the types of people who make a living from commercial sex work, many believing that the industry was made up exclusively of women for the service for men. In fact, half of all sex workers in the UK are men, with an estimated 10,000 gay escorts plying their trade in London alone. The work itself is also commonly misunderstood, as many people still believe that the service is solely about paying for sex. When you pay an escort, you pay for discretion as well as the company. Almost all the men that hire escorts do so whilst expecting the utmost secrecy, because quite often they are not open about their attraction to men. Most of these men are "happily" married and will be very concerned about keeping this part of themselves secret from their loved ones. The last thing they want to find in the browser search history on the family computer is the sentence: "SIGNS YOUR HUSBAND’S GAY," which is also the most commonly searched sentence amongst women in the US.

The average client looking to hire a gay male escort will identify as straight, he will be married to a woman, aged between 25 and 60 and will want to engage in an intimate sexual exchange involving kissing, wanking, and oral. Many won’t want penetrative sex, but when they do, they will more often than not prefer to be submissive and receive anal sex rather than give it. With all the recent news about STRAIGHT GUYS HAVING SEX WITH EACH OTHER and search engines revealing data suggesting that BROJOBS are far more common than any of us originally thought, you would be forgiven for thinking that there are a lot of married men going gay, but the reality is that men always secretly seek out the sex they deny themselves or that they can’t get at home, and when you’re a married man, the best, most efficient way of getting this sex (if you have the money) is by hiring the services of a sex worker. It’s the oldest profession in the world and humanity's appetite for sex has not dwindled in our 18 million year existence. The media likes to portray the sex industry in a largely negative light, with escorts seeming like victims, but research suggests that the majority of escorts talk about the work in a positive light, describing the job as well paid and their clients as friendly and interesting.

I had always been curious but never actually had the guts to go through with it. Being paid for sex seemed like a hot fantasy, but like with many fantasies, the reality can end up being quite the opposite. Eventually, I set up an online escort profile and started to meet guys who paid me for sex, but in all honesty, many of them were more interested in affection and intimacy than in doing anything dirty. This actually made the whole process seem kind. It actually felt good to make someone feel less lonely.

Imagine you’re a gay male escort waiting for a client to arrive at your flat for an in-call, but when he arrives you instantly recognise him, but it seems as though he hasn't recognised you. You are face to face with your childhood school friend (from age five to 14). He hasn’t noticed your reaction and it's clear by now that he hasn’t recognised you at all, which seem a little surprising, seeing as you are so sure it is him. This is what happened to me fairly early on in my career as an escort. Do I call it off now or do I see it though? Curiosity had always gotten the better of me, and on this occasion, it was leading on to see this rather unusual encounter through to its filthy end. I prepare myself mentally as though he were any other client. The long lost friend hands over the money, I'm thinking if he hasn’t realised who I am by now, it’s unlikely he will at all. Or maybe he has and is pretending he hasn't because he's too embarrassed to show it? As I take the cash, experience tells me he’s "the married, wife and kids" type. I then notice the wedding band, which kind of kills off the fun in playing detective. Some small talk is exchanged; I can no longer remember what of. I remember his laugh, though, followed by all his unmistakable mannerisms, putting any little doubt I had to rest; confirming that this man was unmistakably my best friend from primary school. We frantically remove each other's clothes, a little clumsy, then retreat to removing our own with rather more successes and start fooling around. The sex is quick but surprisingly not as strange as I had expected. As he puts my dick in his mouth, I think to myself that this is probably my first BroJob Ive had this year. This is my best bro from my school days, many years later, giving me a pretty good BroJob. He cums and the job is done. I look him straight in the eye, half expecting the penny to drop, but no, he still hasn’t recognised me. Goodbyes are exchanged and he leaves.

I sit on the bed alone for a few minutes. I just couldn’t leave it there, though. Not without a more interesting ending. I reach for my phone and quickly tap out a text: “Did you recognise me, Matt? It’s Mark. We used to be best mates." SEND!

The reply is short and clearly panicked. It simply says “I think we should leave it there.” I think to myself, hang on a minute; surly he still hasn’t fully remembered me. I attempt to rescue the situation by offering more clarity. I’m hoping that, once Matt knows who I am for certain, he will be more relaxed about everything. This texts gets a friendly response: “I can’t believe it’s you, Mark, it’s been so long.” He goes on to explain that he’s a family man,—two kids! Surprise! I think to myself. He’s running what was his father’s business, doing rather well, by all accounts. For a moment, the text conversation makes everything seem normal—not like two childhood best friends who accidentally ended up having sex, with one paying the other because they want to keep it secret from the wife and kids. But it’s unavoidably a strange situation, and he tells me that the shock is still sinking in and that the whole situation is a little unnerving, but he agrees to stay in contact as long as everything is kept private. I reassure him, and one week later, I check in with a short, friendly text.

“Hello, Matt, hope all is well.” No immediate reply, but one week later, I received a message. It’s Matt.

“I don't mean to be rude but never contact me again.”

I do exactly as requested. I know that the stigma of my profession means that, despite his dependence upon sex workers, even when you have known them personally as best friends, I will only ever be seen as the rent boy stereotype rather than remembered as a best friend or even as the friend I once was to him. Fear can reveal one's true character, but at the same time, banish one's true self so far back in the closet they can continue to manage a marriage. If only they could just disappear and stop reminding them of who they must never be.