The Story Of A Male Sex Worker
The Story Of A Male Sex Worker6 mins 414 6 mins 414
I am a software engineer by profession. I have passed engineering from a reputed institute in Kolkata, Bengal, and India. Received a diploma in management from a reputed institute, a professional abroad. Currently settled in Calcutta. Employed, domestic. Needless to say, there is no shortage of money. But I have another job. There is one more life. I will match that life in front of you.
I am a software engineer by profession. I have passed engineering from a reputed institute in Kolkata, Bengal, and India. Received a diploma in management from a reputed institute, a professional abroad. Currently settled in Calcutta. Employed, domestic. Needless to say, there is no shortage of money. But I have another job. There is one more life. I will match that life in front of you. Understand, I have a social establishment. I have a wife, children, parents, relatives, friends in the family. So I was forced to hide my name. I couldn't even show my face. I'm sorry. But nowadays I feel the urge to write down the truth that I have never been able to tell my wife, the truth that the child will never know, the truth that the father and mother will understand without knowing it. This blog will be my apology to all of them. I am an engineer. I gigolo. Male sex worker. Just saying ‘gigolo’ makes the picture float in front of my eyes, I’m not that. If you see me, you will not understand that I am a sex worker. My job is to satisfy the hunger of the hungry, restless, dissatisfied woman's body. Let me clarify one thing at the beginning. Why do I do this despite the hefty salary? Just intoxicated. Subject to habit. I can't leave at all. It’s part of my life now. It started in school life. I was a student of class XI in English medium school then. A friend gives the first look. That was the irresistible attraction of adolescence. At that age, there was a pull towards the body of a relatively old woman. But inside the chest was full of fear. The first physical expedition ...The same friend took me one evening (then it would be 6:30 to 8:30) to an elite area of South Kolkata. The house of the rich, the dog-servant is one thing! Leaving my feet, I realized that I had never read such a pair of precious marbles. Glory and extreme busyness all around. Sitting on the sofa, I drowned completely. A tiger dog (I later found out that it was grade den) came and sniffed its legs and snorted. A servant came and grabbed a cup of tea, with cookies (not biscuits). About twenty minutes after the tea was over, a call came from inside. I told my companion, "I will not go. Discount. I can't. "He didn't listen. He almost dragged her away. Fear on the one hand and attraction on the other, pulling the two, I proceeded to the second floor. Following that friend of mine. As soon as he entered through the open door, he saw an obese middle-aged lady. Non-Bengali. But he said to my friend, "Come on. Did you say that? ”Before buying the meat, the customer's eyes surveyed me from head to toe. I understand that my knees are shaking. But there is nothing to do. By then I understood, I can't go back. Terrified, I asked myself, "The body in front of me. Why go back? "Friends can understand how it was. Let me tell you this time, after high school, whiskey came down my lips, tongue, and throat. The friend left me in front of the hunter. The door slammed shut. The curtain was drawn. The scorching heat of summer outside is a burden to bear here. But even in that fake cold, I felt a little bit of sweat. There are beds in the room. There is a pink sheet on it.
Flower pillow cover. At that time rot-iron did not come to Calcutta so much. He lived in an aristocratic house. There are two chairs and a round table in one corner. It contained a bottle of expensive whiskey, two glasses, soda, water, ice. He went and sat down, gestured to me. I sat on the opposite side. The area has barely fallen. The gross body parting is peeking out. There is no sari near the abdomen, which happens when the hem is tilted to one side. He took one peg himself and gave me another peg. After that? The talk started. I found out the name, the original home is in Rajasthan, I also found out. He started talking about his childhood. I saw a naughty little girl running around the house, her mother was tired of running after her. If she doesn't play hide and seek, she won't eat at all. Whatever you play, go to sleep and metabolism again. This girl will not sleep at noon, she will play. Listening to music from mother, sleep comes at once in the eyes.Woke up in the afternoon. The girl goes to play again, studies in the evening, climb on her father's lap, and eats charakipak. Age increased one day. A middle-aged man from a Calcutta business family came and married a young woman from Jaisalmer. The girl came to Calcutta with two eyes full of dreams of the world. Howrah Bridge, beyond Barabazar to this floor.What a huge house! How many people. The mother-in-law did not lack affection. It was as if the whole family had organized a festival around the new bride. That love never waned. But whoever comes to this happy sea with poles, where is he? Listen in a separate room, live like yourself. When he approached the new bride, he moved away in one fell swoop. By that time, the young woman has also started dreaming of having a child. I was shocked to hear about a relative. About the husband's PC. Age is not too much. Maybe a little over thirty then. Gopal Pujo was offered (who knows if he wants a child or not?). The PC was discussing with another relative there, "Who is that girl?" Woo to yevi nahi jaanti ke kisse shaadi hua hai. She is the husband of a child, Kya V Kuchh Nahi Milega. She is sexually disabled. Waiting for that start. Come to this fall and be the Ginnibanni of the world until then, where is the area around alcohol? Swollen breasts in the gap of the blouse. The waistband has also been loosened. Couldn't jump. I don't know why my eyes were burning. Her eyes were red and swollen with tears. The child did not come into this body, the mother did not hear the call, the pair of breasts did not infuse the life of the newborn. This body is that big blank! Once upon a time, there was morning. He stood up. Call me. He put a thousand rupees in his hand. Five hundred more after that. He hugged her once. After standing, the shari has come down from the waist a lot. I heard it in my ear, "Brother Duj May must be brought." My waiter karungi '' (Come again, I'll wait.