My New Life As A Gay Escort In Nyc

By Martin Garcia

It was a leisurely evening in New York City, with a bag of chips at my side and my computer on. Why be home when I live in one of the most wonderful places in the world? right! I do not have any money (common in a 20-year-old gay boy who has stopped living with his parents, trying to make it in the Big Apple.)

I couldn’t afford to go out to lunch at the Empire Steak House on 54th Street and with work I could get something decent from Uber Eats. I desperately needed a job, a good job, that would allow me to pay my debts and go out with my friends on Friday nights, but was that possible?

I had two options: to go back to my parents or to go out and look for a job, but … a good millennial always finds a third option, the Internet! Since God created the internet things have become easier, from payments, to ordering food and getting a job without the need to go out on the streets and go from door to door, which very few people do today.

Searching indeed I could find different kinds of jobs, mostly Chinese restaurants, looking for fresh meat, not for their dishes. . . for their customers, that which has a thundering voice and a lousy character because they had a bad day at the office, those who want to vent on the poor guy who brings the food to the table and asks “is everything okay?”

Several hours had passed, the clock was ticking and I was just thinking, “please God, show me the light”, and he showed it to me! Surfing Facebook and watching memes, an article appeared that would open my eyes and even change my way of thinking.

From Vice to Facebook and from Facebook to my homepage “Meet the Male Escort Who Makes $7,000 to Night” $7,000 in one night, one night! It was a boy by the name of Josh who lived in the UK and who, because of his services, earned more than a person on an average salary as an escort, but. . . making money by having sex? It wasn’t an option that had crossed my mind or even thinking, I’m not that kind of guy, but… Reading the full article I realized that it wasn’t just “having sex with a complete stranger and getting paid later”.

“…You prefer the term “escort” to “sex worker.” You also think the term “prostitution” is outdated. Why?
“Prostitution” is so last century. The business has changed since the advent of the internet. The term “escort” covers more areas. For example, sex happens, but sex doesn’t always happen. I have disabled clients who can only cuddle or chat; I have clients who want companionship in non-sexual ways. And a lot of escorts now are true entrepreneurs. If someone disagrees with that, I would say, “Why? This is a capitalist country after all. Everything is OK to sell except for sex and companionship? That’s just bizarre.”…”

Like Josh, I could be an escort, meet people and earn money for it, too — the perfect job! But which escort site would be the right one for me?

By using Google, I was able to find several options, the first options for “private” services, and the thought that perhaps there was no such possibility was growing. No page seemed to be really interested in offering that other part of which I had just met and wanted to be part. But he appeared, before my eyes, saying, “Hey, I’m here!”

MintBoys was the name of the site and it was a pleasant surprise to see the site and not see eggplants and peaches all over my PC screen, and with the captions “Meet Quality Male Escorts” “We feature legal… “ and I was in New York too. Maybe it was the page I was looking for. With really decent profiles, and people who paid not to have a sneaky affair, but for guys who were interested in offering their services as a company.

It’d been a few hours since my profile had been reviewed and uploaded, and in my head, I just had this thought “is anyone really interested in a guy who just wants to be an escort? My surprise was pleasant, because when I woke up the next day I could see that there were also men who were looking for just that, the company of a pretty boy.

There’s a big taboo around the word escort, because people tend to associate this word with prostitution, and I don’t really blame them, I used to do it too, but it’s something really different. Prostitution is, you know, just meeting someone, having sex and getting paid for it. Being an escort is different. It involves more than just that. It’s a more personal approach to the people who hire your services. They’re not just people who pay you to go out with them. They are people who have feelings, who like to talk and be heard

I remember the first time I went out with a client. He contacted me via message and said “hello, I see you are a very nice guy, I would like to invite you to dinner and talk a little” we exchanged information and the next night we met. 35 years old, good looking and elegant, expensive shoes, tailored suit and an incredible charmingThe Modern was the place he chose for our first date, the restaurant at 9 West 53rd Street, the nerves consumed me and what started out as a dinner among strangers, ended up as a night of jokes, laughter and good atmosphere. On the way home in my mind I was just passing by, “Is it right to charge for a wonderful day like this?” It was hard to put a price on such a great date, so I decided that only $400 was enough. When he said goodbye and thanked for the date, with a kiss on the cheek he took my hand and said “a boy like you don’t deserves no less” leaving eight $100 bills on it.

Now I don’t make $7,000 in one night, but I can say I’ve met some wonderful people, found some stability to stay in this great city that I love, and told you I may not make $7,000 in one night, but I make enough to eat at the Empire Steak House on 54th Street.