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Gay escorts: blending into LGBT society

I am Kelvin. I am gay, but it has always been difficult for me accepting that in public because I was always scared of what people would say. That changed when I began to hire gay escorts. From them, I realised that there were LGBT friendly communities where you can express your sexual orientation without anyone judging you. You will not understand how exciting I am unless I tell you the story from the beginning.

I am the only male child in a family of four. From a tender age, my dad was already telling me of how he wants me to head his company. That meant I would have to study hard in school. I have never been academically sound, but it was difficult to explain that to my dad because he would never understand.

My dad was not happy when I told him that I was gay. He found it hard to accept the reality, and my life was a terror afterwards. I couldn’t live with the harsh environment any

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more, so I decided that I had to leave home. The eve of my twenty-first birthday I left home without leaving a trail to where I was going except the note that let them know that I was not missing.

I went to a neighbourhood where I met gay escorts. One of them called Peter took me in and helped me to get a job. I stayed in his house for months, and he loved me like a brother. I don’t like people paying for my bills. I was certain he would have done it without complaining. I stayed with him for close to a year, and within this time I learned about the LGBT community.

When he told me that he was one of the gay escorts I was curious to know how they stayed above the criticism and hate. The thought of it reminded me of the experience of my family. For the first time in a long while, I thought about my family without bitterness in my heart. I told Peter about it, and he advised me to forgive them but I had already.

In the coming days, Peter introduced me to other gay escorts and lesbians and transgender. That was when it dawned on me that I was in an LGBT-friendly community. Peter usually did the introduction leaving me with the job of shaking their hands or hugging them as the case may be. It was thrilling to discover that I was not the only one who was gay. I felt like I was home, the place I could freely express myself without the fear of intimidation.

A few months later, Peter asked me if I would like to be one of the gay escorts. At that point, I didn’t know who gay escorts or what they did. I just nodded because I have grown a certain fondness with Peter. I had built a sense of security around him. I reminded myself that if he wanted to kill me, he would have done that a long time because I have been living with him for over a year. No matter what it was, I guessed that it must be something good for me.

The first client I ever had was a young dude in his mid-twenties. Hanging out with him almost felt like tagging with a brother. What was odder was that we were the same age and had a queer resemblance. He was a wild dude when it came to partying. He drank and danced and flirted with more random girls than I could count. I looked on and cheered. I began to wonder in my heart how he did it with ease.

When I got home that evening, I was both excited and exhausted. All the ideas in my head ended the same; lie down and sleep. It is difficult to cheat nature, so I had a cool shower and retired to bed. When Peter came back, he was eager to hear about all my experiences. I waved him away and dozed off.

The next morning I apologised to Peter, but he said it was not necessary. “Is this what gay escorts” always enjoy? I teased. He began to laugh. I joined in the laughter.

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