Escorting an Escort Part 2
>> Mar 13, 2009
I spent the entire day and night with Marco today. He greeted me with a big smile, wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me. We ventured out to have some lunch and ended up at the Amish Market on 9th avenue. The food was fresh and delicious, and we sat at a communal table with other random store patrons. I had baked fish, mixed green salad and a random wrapped grape leaf.
On the way down the street, Marco held my hand a few times and hung onto my shoulder. It was sweet and totally unexpected. What's more is that my best friend will probably have a hard time believing this. He knows that I tend to have a difficult time with affection. My best friend can't even hug me without me shuddering. But, Marco makes me feel good...genuinely good. So, his touch, his hug - it's all welcome any time.
After lunch, we walked down to the meat market where the butcher sliced up 12 filets from a beef tenderloin. It was a really cool place and surprisingly very low price. I say this because everything in New York is very expensive. In any other grocery store, those filets would have cost about $15-20 each. He got 12 for $22.
We left the market and headed back to his place. Soon after arrival, Marco's pain returned. He was absolutely miserable, unable to move. He got so depressed, grabbed me and pulled me close to him. He said that the pain was so bad he didn't know how he could possibly go on living this way. This prompted a more in-depth discussion about his pain.
Turns out that he has a very bad case of TMJ. One night about a year ago he thought he could reposition his disjointed jaw all by hisself. That was a mistake. It landed him in the hospital where the team of doctors convinced him to have surgery. They even paid for the surgery - Marco didn't pay a single dime.
I did lots of research on TMJ during our conversation. I discovered that there is no cure for it, and that surgery is always a last resort since most of the time it actually makes it worse. This was certainly the case for Marco. He went in with moderate pain and came out with the worst pain of his life.
I feel so bad for him. I just hate to see him in pain. He drew me closer still and put his head on my chest. It wasn't long before I realized that the pain and depression brought tears to his eyes. It broke my heart. I wanted to help him but there was absolutely nothing I could do. I felt so helpless, so out of reach. So, all I could do was rub his back while tears fell from his eyes.
After a very long discussion, I discovered that he did not finish his post-op physical therapy. He said that it hurt too much so he stopped seeing the therapist. I was flabbergasted. I could not believe what I was hearing. All of the research I did online pointed toward the physical therapy exercises being the only solution to pain associated with TMJ.
So, I spent the next two hours trying my hardest to convince him to do the exercises again. He was so stubborn, he didn't want to do it. But, after a while, somehow I convinced him. After an entire year of living with this horrible pain, he's finally doing something about it.
So, using a physical therapy instruction manual we both did the exercises together. We breathed together. We massaged our jaws together. We did as much as we could do. I was even beginning to feel the strain from the exercises. He promised me that he would do his therapy every day from now on and we would track his progress.
I don't know if these exercises will work. God, I hope they do. But, he has nothing to lose by trying.
After therapy, he reached over and touched my face. He said "I like you." Those gorgeous chestnut brown eyes gleamed at me and pierced my heart. I know that Marco is telling the truth - it's that unmistakable look in someone's eyes that are the window to a person's soul. I can see right through him with just one stare.
He got up off the bed and went to his hall closet, returning with an accordian file. With broken English, he said "These are my secrets," and he opened up the file.
Fumbling through paperwork, he produced several certificates and university transcripts. The man has a college education. Not only is he degreed, but he's extremely smart, far surpassing minimum scores to receive MCSE certifications.
Turns out that he was a database administrator and head of an IT department back in his country a few years ago. But, his job overworked him and paid very little. He felt as though he would never get anywhere in the world on that kind of salary. So, he ended up in New York. To make ends meet, he became an escort.
But, being an escort is much like a downward spiral, spinning out of control. It's difficult to recover from this sort of lifestyle; it sticks with you. I asked him about using his degree in New York, but he insisted that there's no money in it. I didn't agree. In urban areas, a Microsoft certification can land you a great job that pays rather well. We did not see eye-to-eye on the subject, so I just let it go.
I'm learning so many lessons in this new friendship with Marco. Today, I learned first hand why it's so important not to judge a book by its cover. You nor I would never have guessed that he was highly educated.
The accordian file retired back to the closet after he showed me a few more items. I learned that he still maintains a bank account in his native country. He deposits money into the account and then transfers it to his mother's bank account. He's a good soon. He helps support his mother. I'm sure she doesn't know what her son has to do for that money.
Big man. Big heart.
Marco went to the kitchen and started to cook dinner. He said he wanted to cook for me. This would be the second time he's made dinner for us. The food was just as good the second time around. After our meal, we laid in bed and cuddled. His pain was back. He explained that it tends to go away while he's busy doing something. So, he didn't think about it much while he was cooking.
So, I told him that sex always makes my headache go away and I asked if it would help him. I know what you're thinking: cheap trick, trying to get sex out of the deal. That honestly wasn't what I was doing. If I wanted sex I could just ask...there's no need to be sly or coy or employ any kind of trickery just to get it.
He agreed. So, being the man that I am, I know that the penis has pressure points that trigger euphoria - a feeling that trumps pain. So, I gave him oral sex, which led to intercourse. At one point, he stopped mid-sex and said "I really like you, Jason."
I said "I know. I'm so glad that you do, because I like you, too."
Afterward I asked to use his shower, to which he replied "This is your house."
I can hardly describe the deep connection that Marco and I have. It's difficult to believe, even for myself, but I'm really beginning to fall for this guy. Is it because I'm drawn to his emotion? Is it because he's so attentive and gentle and kind? Is it because he genuinely makes an effort to make me feel like the only man on earth? I think it's a combination of everything.
Before I left this evening, he erased all of his DVR recordings and said "I made room for you."
I said "What?"
"I want to put your shows in my DVR so you don't miss them. You can watch them here," he explained.
He said "I want you here. All the time."
I kissed Marco on his forehead, gave him a big smile and started to walk toward the door. He stopped me in the hallway and hugged me. He said "I will sleep tonight. Thank you."
Read the complete "Escorting an Escort" series on my blog here: http://anythingbutstraight.blogspot.com
On the way down the street, Marco held my hand a few times and hung onto my shoulder. It was sweet and totally unexpected. What's more is that my best friend will probably have a hard time believing this. He knows that I tend to have a difficult time with affection. My best friend can't even hug me without me shuddering. But, Marco makes me feel good...genuinely good. So, his touch, his hug - it's all welcome any time.
After lunch, we walked down to the meat market where the butcher sliced up 12 filets from a beef tenderloin. It was a really cool place and surprisingly very low price. I say this because everything in New York is very expensive. In any other grocery store, those filets would have cost about $15-20 each. He got 12 for $22.
We left the market and headed back to his place. Soon after arrival, Marco's pain returned. He was absolutely miserable, unable to move. He got so depressed, grabbed me and pulled me close to him. He said that the pain was so bad he didn't know how he could possibly go on living this way. This prompted a more in-depth discussion about his pain.
Turns out that he has a very bad case of TMJ. One night about a year ago he thought he could reposition his disjointed jaw all by hisself. That was a mistake. It landed him in the hospital where the team of doctors convinced him to have surgery. They even paid for the surgery - Marco didn't pay a single dime.
I did lots of research on TMJ during our conversation. I discovered that there is no cure for it, and that surgery is always a last resort since most of the time it actually makes it worse. This was certainly the case for Marco. He went in with moderate pain and came out with the worst pain of his life.
I feel so bad for him. I just hate to see him in pain. He drew me closer still and put his head on my chest. It wasn't long before I realized that the pain and depression brought tears to his eyes. It broke my heart. I wanted to help him but there was absolutely nothing I could do. I felt so helpless, so out of reach. So, all I could do was rub his back while tears fell from his eyes.
After a very long discussion, I discovered that he did not finish his post-op physical therapy. He said that it hurt too much so he stopped seeing the therapist. I was flabbergasted. I could not believe what I was hearing. All of the research I did online pointed toward the physical therapy exercises being the only solution to pain associated with TMJ.
So, I spent the next two hours trying my hardest to convince him to do the exercises again. He was so stubborn, he didn't want to do it. But, after a while, somehow I convinced him. After an entire year of living with this horrible pain, he's finally doing something about it.
So, using a physical therapy instruction manual we both did the exercises together. We breathed together. We massaged our jaws together. We did as much as we could do. I was even beginning to feel the strain from the exercises. He promised me that he would do his therapy every day from now on and we would track his progress.
I don't know if these exercises will work. God, I hope they do. But, he has nothing to lose by trying.
After therapy, he reached over and touched my face. He said "I like you." Those gorgeous chestnut brown eyes gleamed at me and pierced my heart. I know that Marco is telling the truth - it's that unmistakable look in someone's eyes that are the window to a person's soul. I can see right through him with just one stare.
He got up off the bed and went to his hall closet, returning with an accordian file. With broken English, he said "These are my secrets," and he opened up the file.
Fumbling through paperwork, he produced several certificates and university transcripts. The man has a college education. Not only is he degreed, but he's extremely smart, far surpassing minimum scores to receive MCSE certifications.
Turns out that he was a database administrator and head of an IT department back in his country a few years ago. But, his job overworked him and paid very little. He felt as though he would never get anywhere in the world on that kind of salary. So, he ended up in New York. To make ends meet, he became an escort.
But, being an escort is much like a downward spiral, spinning out of control. It's difficult to recover from this sort of lifestyle; it sticks with you. I asked him about using his degree in New York, but he insisted that there's no money in it. I didn't agree. In urban areas, a Microsoft certification can land you a great job that pays rather well. We did not see eye-to-eye on the subject, so I just let it go.
I'm learning so many lessons in this new friendship with Marco. Today, I learned first hand why it's so important not to judge a book by its cover. You nor I would never have guessed that he was highly educated.
The accordian file retired back to the closet after he showed me a few more items. I learned that he still maintains a bank account in his native country. He deposits money into the account and then transfers it to his mother's bank account. He's a good soon. He helps support his mother. I'm sure she doesn't know what her son has to do for that money.
Big man. Big heart.
Marco went to the kitchen and started to cook dinner. He said he wanted to cook for me. This would be the second time he's made dinner for us. The food was just as good the second time around. After our meal, we laid in bed and cuddled. His pain was back. He explained that it tends to go away while he's busy doing something. So, he didn't think about it much while he was cooking.
So, I told him that sex always makes my headache go away and I asked if it would help him. I know what you're thinking: cheap trick, trying to get sex out of the deal. That honestly wasn't what I was doing. If I wanted sex I could just ask...there's no need to be sly or coy or employ any kind of trickery just to get it.
He agreed. So, being the man that I am, I know that the penis has pressure points that trigger euphoria - a feeling that trumps pain. So, I gave him oral sex, which led to intercourse. At one point, he stopped mid-sex and said "I really like you, Jason."
I said "I know. I'm so glad that you do, because I like you, too."
Afterward I asked to use his shower, to which he replied "This is your house."
I can hardly describe the deep connection that Marco and I have. It's difficult to believe, even for myself, but I'm really beginning to fall for this guy. Is it because I'm drawn to his emotion? Is it because he's so attentive and gentle and kind? Is it because he genuinely makes an effort to make me feel like the only man on earth? I think it's a combination of everything.
Before I left this evening, he erased all of his DVR recordings and said "I made room for you."
I said "What?"
"I want to put your shows in my DVR so you don't miss them. You can watch them here," he explained.
He said "I want you here. All the time."
I kissed Marco on his forehead, gave him a big smile and started to walk toward the door. He stopped me in the hallway and hugged me. He said "I will sleep tonight. Thank you."
Read the complete "Escorting an Escort" series on my blog here: http://anythingbutstraight.blogspot.com
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