Man's Man - Tales of a High-Priced Gay Hooker (MM)

by habu

BarbarianSpy

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,352
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Brian Hinton didn’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 could 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 wanted to break into movie stardom. But also like many of these young men, he found that his greatest talent and charisma was in being at the beck and call of already-successful men with unusual appetites and thick wallets.

Unlike some of these other men, though, Brian embraced the possibilities and made the most of the natural allure that he evoked in other man and, with gusto and without apologies or reservations, entered into a fascinating life of making the most of what he had in a reality-based arc in the spotlight that, in this collection of stories of sexual gay male encounter begins in naïve, overstretching ambition and ends with a satisfied sigh.

This is a change-in-publisher relaunch of Man’s Man.

Man's Man - Tales of  a High-Priced Gay Hooker (MM)
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Man's Man - Tales of a High-Priced Gay Hooker (MM)

by habu

BarbarianSpy

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,352
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I hadn’t given any thought really to how I was going to lose my virginity before I did so. But then I was so narcissistic in those days that I didn’t give much thought at all to anything but what a handsome and talented fellow I was. It helped that I was, in fact, very well built and endowed and was good at everything I tried and had no lack of offers to lose my virginity early.

I was the best thing on two legs the year I graduated from high school. Star quarterback of the football team, lead in the senior play, king of the prom, and I was the lead singer for a rock band that was well-known and highly appreciated for a good hundred yards beyond all borders of my high school district. I could have collected cherries left and right, I’m sure, if I wasn’t more stuck on myself than any of my classmates were on me. I wouldn’t have noticed a pass or an offer for sex in those days if it were engraved on my forehead. The yearbook predicted I would be a movie star—and I, of course, believed what my yearbook said.

Being a movie star was exactly what I wanted to be.

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