Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

This was my first experience of fucking a mature woman and I liked it. She knew her own erotic triggers and most of mine. However, distance was the enemy and we never saw each other again.

However, I could sense she was to be another ‘Butterfly’ for me!

There was an overt enthusiasm and obvious hunger for male sexuality from the women at the auction. In addition, my ‘bidders’ bedroom appetite and lack of opportunities for her and my vacationing friend Joy to satisfy their natural hormonal hungers was further proof of the need for male prostitutes, in this new era of feminist liberation.

My auction bidder had paid to have sex with me, plus by now I was earning a small income from my yoni massage business. On occasion, I would oblige a client who had a genuine physical reason to request cock penetration during the therapy.

For example, some women had lost all confidence in their ability to experience an orgasm during penetrative sex, due to a series of poor lovers down the years, or loss of libido after menopause, etc. After reestablishing their confidence to enjoy an orgasm with a male through yoni massage, there was invariably a request to continue the therapy through to full penetration and orgasmic bliss.

So, it seemed I had already ‘dipped my toe in the waters’ of prostitution.

While ten-pin bowling in a weekly league I came across a guy who went by the name of Robert. Robert made no secret amongst the women in the bowling league that he was a male escort. I’m a keen observer of humanity so I watched the female reactions to him.

Despite most of the female comments about him being made as disinterested banter, their body language was totally different. As I watched I could see most women subtly observing his every move with intense interest. I asked Robert how ‘successful’ he was in his ‘profession’. He told me he was busy most nights and days.

By now I was ‘retired’ from teaching and working part time in the local media. My income wasn’t great and I was being pursued by my ex in court for child support, way beyond my means to pay. So, the opportunity to earn some extra cash seemed obvious.

All my ‘Butterflies’ were now flying home to nest.

Sexually abused as a child! Then as a young man came my many sexual lessons at Woodlands. Shelly’s primer to teenage female sexuality, complimented by Sister Mary’s nuns’ project had further opened my eyes to the female gender. This was then followed by Janice’s introduction and encouragement to satisfy adult female sexual appetites. Finally, my post-marriage awakening in this New Age of female sexuality had led me to become a male prostitute.

Each subtle flap of a butterfly’s wings had taken me down a series of binary paths to this point.

I advertised my services in the local newspaper using the pseudonym of ‘David’.

My first client was a middle-aged woman, who had recently separated from her ‘unfaithful’ husband. She still had access to the joint account and was intent on spending as much of this money as possible in the shortest time.

She brought a young female friend with her to our appointment in a local hotel and the three of us drank and chatted for an hour before she gave an obvious ‘predetermined’ signal to her friend to leave. It was obvious she had intended to ‘check me out’ first and use her ‘cover’ as an excuse in case she’d decided not to progress any further with the booking.

She then took me back to her home. There was no more need for ‘niceties’ and she began to strip me, leaving my now aroused cock till last for an unveiling.

As soon as my cock sprung free from my jocks she smiled at my size. However, this only intensified her lusts and she went down and devoured every inch of my manhood. I fell back into a sitting position on her bed while she continued her lusty sucking. She cupped my balls into one hand while she continued sucking and then groping my shaft with her other hand.

I whispered did she want me to cum in her mouth. She said “No, wait!” and quickly stripped and fell back onto her bed with her legs spread invitingly wide and welcoming. “Fuck me!” she demanded!

In the few minutes it took for her to position herself on her bed my arousal eased. I could feel the pressure of my juices draining back into my balls and I mounted her, confident of my orgasmic powers.

All those ‘lessons’ my ‘big sisters’ had taught me at Janice’s flat many years prior now started flooding back. I remembered that if I could hold on for a few moments, this need to ejaculate would ease and I could continue fucking her for much longer. If I repeated this process a few times I would no longer get an urge to orgasm and could fuck her for an extended period.

My harem sisters had reveled in their success at teaching me how to hold my ejaculation for as long as I wanted and releasing whenever I wanted. I had almost lost this ability in the intervening years through lack of use, but was confident I could quickly regain it again with just a little practice.

What a marvelous revelation for a male escort just beginning his journey into pleasuring women for cash.

Also, my vasectomy after my third child had made me sterile, but I could still produce and enjoy the same orgasmic abilities. What a fucking bonus, sterile with long lasting erections! In hindsight, I should have used this as my selling point on my male escort business cards.

However, there was a ‘down side’ to this profession. The sexual tensions in me mounted as I prolonged my orgasm to fully satisfy each client. I found myself in a constant state of arousal as I dared not masturbate to maintain my full fucking abilities for my next client. This became very distracting emotionally.

Word of mouth and my regular advert in the local paper, kept me busy as a male escort for the following few years I remained on the NSW mid North Coast.

Not every woman who booked my services was necessarily seeking penile penetration to ease their sexual tensions. For various reasons, some women requested a simple sexual massage to bring them to orgasmic relief. Many of these women were married and did not want to be ‘unfaithful’.

Utilising both Toni’s teaching and my cunnilingus exploits with the Woodland’s tennis ladies and my harem sister’s techniques I was familiar with the various ‘trigger’ points within a woman’s cunt and was by now quite proficient with yoni massages. In fact, I found this to be a great way to begin a session with most clients. Invariably, everyone would enjoy multiple orgasms from the yoni massage and for those women who requested it, I’d compliment their appointment with a languishing, juicy fuck. As AIDS was now a real threat, I’d always insist on using a condom for all my appointments. Occasionally, a woman would offer to pay me more if I didn’t wear a condom, but I always refused their offer. My health was paramount!

My male escort work wasn’t sufficient to support me and I took as much work in the local media as I could. I still held a position as the Sports Editor for the regional radio station and wrote a weekly back page sports column for the district newspaper. I also worked part time for a major regional TV station, as their mid North Coast news reporter.

What surprised me with my escort work was that despite my image appearing nightly on the TV news and regularly in the sports pages of the local newspaper and my voice hourly on the local radio news, I was never identified by any of my escort clients. It confirmed my conviction that women aren’t that observant.

Most women seem to exist in a bubble filled with their own image and concerns for their comparative appearance with other women.