Has An Escort Helped You Out Of A Jam--Gone The Extra Mile?

[Gar1eth]

And when I say "gone the extra mile" I mean outside any bedroom activities.

 

For example--

 

I was meeting Patrick Bogan close to 2 years ago--I think it was our 1st meeting. My antifreeze reservoir in my car had a hole in it that I didn't know about. When I was about a block away from Patrick's condo in Dallas, the radiator light came on and my engine started smoking. I immediately parked and turned off the engine. After Patrick and I had our encounter, he walked with me to a Walgreens that was around the corner from his place, and helped me lug some containers of antifreeze back to my car, and stayed around while I refilled the reservoir to help make sure the car was going to start.

 

In my book that's a stand-up guy.

 

Gman

[+ azdr0710]

Tom Isern just posted about Patrick helping HIM out, also....Patrick sounds like a great guy.....

[dixietony]

Don't know if this counts, but I was meeting with an escort in Chicago for some muscle worship. I mentioned that I wish I had gotten a haircut. He cut my hair in his apartment. It was pretty hot for me having a muscular guy cut my hair.

[Scorpio]

http://m4m-forum.org/showthread.php?t=58985

[Gar1eth]

http://m4m-forum.org/showthread.php?t=58985

 

That was my thread too--but it seemed like time for a repeat of the topic.

 

Gman

[luv2rim]

Nice guy

 

On an overnight with David Young I got sick in the middle of the night. David went to the local drugstore for some OTC medication for me. When he got back I told him he could leave but insisted on staying with me till morning when I was feeling better.

 

What a nice guy.

[trooperbill2000]

Romann went the extra Miles

 

About 6 weeks ago I was on a trip to Dallas to see Romann. About 20 miles South of Downtown on I45, I stopped to get a coke. I could not restart my car. I called Romann to cancel our appointment as I was going to have my car towed to a shop. He volunteered to pick me up which I didn't expect nor ask him to do.

He picked me up and we went to his apartment in downtown Big D. There he looked on the internet for a rental car company. He then took me to the Airport which had the only car rental offices open at that hour.

I voluntered to pay him for his trouble and atleast buy him some gasoline for what was probably a 50 to 70 mile total trip. He wouldn't take any money. His reply was "Well, I think you would do it for me." You can't imagine what a favor this was as my fuel pump went out and I live over 100 miles from Dallas.

The next day he emailed me wanting to know if I made it home and got the car towed ok. This too was very thoughful.

Separate and apart from his great professional skills, he is a very caring and considerate person.

Judging from all the favorable things I have read on this web site posted by others, he is a much beloved individual.

[Guest bibud4him]

I HAVE to have the story to end all stories on this one.

 

You guys may not remember Frank Sterling (his escort name). He was a porn star/escort in the 90's in the LA area. Tall, tan, blue eyes, very good-looking. He was in several films, most recently in the late '90's, the last was in 2001. He moved from CA and retired from porn, but he did continue to escort off and on.

 

This is a very, very long and complicated story, but I was in a relationship for 15 years with a guy who was very controlling and abusive. I was depressed, I had no self-esteem, and financially I was stuck. There was no way out, and things were getting worse. Occasionally, to cope, I would hire an escort when I had the opportunity and could afford to; that was my escape, and it helped me a lot. Though, it was always just temporary and just a band-aid - after a few hours I had to face my life again.

 

In 2008, I found myself with an opportunity and I hired Frank for the weekend (he was VERY generous with his fee and he really cut me a break). The first time I talked to him on the phone, we talked for two hours, really hitting it off and talking about all sorts of things. He told me about his past. It was a few months before our weekend (I needed to pin someone down early), so we emailed back and forth, eventually daily. I really didn't say anything about my situation; it was private, and I was embarrassed.

 

The weekend finally arrived. I had some certain activities in mind, and he delivered on all of them, to say the least. He was fantastic. Except...we were supposed to go to a concert the second night, and he had a reaction to some medication he was just prescribed. He was really, really sick and there was no way he could go. He tried to get me to go alone, even tried calling another escort friend to go with me. I refused to leave him by himself. We ended up giving the tickets to the friend and we spent a quiet evening at home. That night we really talked and I opened up about everything in my life. We also found we had very similar interests in so many areas. We had a great time, and by the end of the night he was feeling much better and the sex was amazing. We had a real connection.

 

The next day we had more fun together, and that night it was his time to go. I thought it was odd that he asked me if he would see me again. I couldn't say, because I didn't know how long it would be before I could afford to do it again. We parted company, but we continued to email the following week. We realized at that point that we lived just minutes from each other. Small world in a big city.

 

He would call me, and we started hanging out together - movies, shopping, having dinner, or just talking. We became very close friends, and he was really trying to get me to leave my situation at home. There was a series of events (another long story), and a few months later, I walked out on my partner and didn't look back. I moved into Frank's house, and we became roommates. He refused to charge me any rent. He says I'm the best roommate he's ever had. We can make each other laugh until we can't stop. We've been on vacations together. We can sit and not say anything, and still have a great time.

 

I was one of the last appointments he had; by this point, he was done escorting and wanted a more simple, normal life. About nine months later, he decided he wanted to move to the Midwest. He wanted me to go with him, but I was reluctant (my job, family and friends are here). He put his house on the market, and we bought a house together here (the first I've ever owned). It's mine...but his home too. He bought another house across the country, found a job and he's very happy.

 

We never slept together again after the first weekend. We talked about it and decided that it would ruin what we have - we're the best of friends. He has a longtime boyfriend, but everyone thinks "we" are the couple because of how we interact together. The bf is a great guy; he calls us "the lovers" - and he just shakes his head and accepts it!

 

We are pathetic...we talk every day and can't stand to be apart from each other. I visited him a few weeks ago (we had a great time). I decided before I returned home - I'm relocating to be with him - we are a family (us and our pets). It's just a matter of logistics and finding a job, etc...but all in time. We will be in each other's lives and best friends forever.

 

So, an escort didn't just help me out. He changed my life. He gave me my self-esteem back, a secure and loving home, and hope for the future. I've never lived anywhere else, and I'm planning to move 2,000 miles away and start a new adventure. And...I couldn't be happier. Even though it seems surreal now to think of him as a prostitute (it seems worlds away), hiring Frank was the best money I ever spent. Period.

[NYTomcat]

I HAVE to have the story to end all stories on this one.

 

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Yes I believe you do. Thank you for sharing what is a remarkable story. Consider book rights. It should remind us all that so often its friendship and not romance that really changes lives. Thanks BiBud

[Guest greatness]

He is so sweet..

 

That is a very touching story...

 

About 6 weeks ago I was on a trip to Dallas to see Romann. About 20 miles South of Downtown on I45, I stopped to get a coke. I could not restart my car. I called Romann to cancel our appointment as I was going to have my car towed to a shop. He volunteered to pick me up which I didn't expect nor ask him to do.

He picked me up and we went to his apartment in downtown Big D. There he looked on the internet for a rental car company. He then took me to the Airport which had the only car rental offices open at that hour.

I voluntered to pay him for his trouble and atleast buy him some gasoline for what was probably a 50 to 70 mile total trip. He wouldn't take any money. His reply was "Well, I think you would do it for me." You can't imagine what a favor this was as my fuel pump went out and I live over 100 miles from Dallas.

The next day he emailed me wanting to know if I made it home and got the car towed ok. This too was very thoughful.

Separate and apart from his great professional skills, he is a very caring and considerate person.

Judging from all the favorable things I have read on this web site posted by others, he is a much beloved individual.

[Guest greatness]

Aww

 

It's a very nice story. Thanks for sharing it!

 

I HAVE to have the story to end all stories on this one.

 

You guys may not remember Frank Sterling (his escort name). He was a porn star/escort in the 90's in the LA area. Tall, tan, blue eyes, very good-looking. He was in several films, most recently in the late '90's, the last was in 2001. He moved from CA and retired from porn, but he did continue to escort off and on.

 

This is a very, very long and complicated story, but I was in a relationship for 15 years with a guy who was very controlling and abusive. I was depressed, I had no self-esteem, and financially I was stuck. There was no way out, and things were getting worse. Occasionally, to cope, I would hire an escort when I had the opportunity and could afford to; that was my escape, and it helped me a lot. Though, it was always just temporary and just a band-aid - after a few hours I had to face my life again.

 

In 2008, I found myself with an opportunity and I hired Frank for the weekend (he was VERY generous with his fee and he really cut me a break). The first time I talked to him on the phone, we talked for two hours, really hitting it off and talking about all sorts of things. He told me about his past. It was a few months before our weekend (I needed to pin someone down early), so we emailed back and forth, eventually daily. I really didn't say anything about my situation; it was private, and I was embarrassed.

 

The weekend finally arrived. I had some certain activities in mind, and he delivered on all of them, to say the least. He was fantastic. Except...we were supposed to go to a concert the second night, and he had a reaction to some medication he was just prescribed. He was really, really sick and there was no way he could go. He tried to get me to go alone, even tried calling another escort friend to go with me. I refused to leave him by himself. We ended up giving the tickets to the friend and we spent a quiet evening at home. That night we really talked and I opened up about everything in my life. We also found we had very similar interests in so many areas. We had a great time, and by the end of the night he was feeling much better and the sex was amazing. We had a real connection.

 

The next day we had more fun together, and that night it was his time to go. I thought it was odd that he asked me if he would see me again. I couldn't say, because I didn't know how long it would be before I could afford to do it again. We parted company, but we continued to email the following week. We realized at that point that we lived just minutes from each other. Small world in a big city.

 

He would call me, and we started hanging out together - movies, shopping, having dinner, or just talking. We became very close friends, and he was really trying to get me to leave my situation at home. There was a series of events (another long story), and a few months later, I walked out on my partner and didn't look back. I moved into Frank's house, and we became roommates. He refused to charge me any rent. He says I'm the best roommate he's ever had. We can make each other laugh until we can't stop. We've been on vacations together. We can sit and not say anything, and still have a great time.

 

I was one of the last appointments he had; by this point, he was done escorting and wanted a more simple, normal life. About nine months later, he decided he wanted to move to the Midwest. He wanted me to go with him, but I was reluctant (my job, family and friends are here). He put his house on the market, and we bought a house together here (the first I've ever owned). It's mine...but his home too. He bought another house across the country, found a job and he's very happy.

 

We never slept together again after the first weekend. We talked about it and decided that it would ruin what we have - we're the best of friends. He has a longtime boyfriend, but everyone thinks "we" are the couple because of how we interact together. The bf is a great guy; he calls us "the lovers" - and he just shakes his head and accepts it!

 

We are pathetic...we talk every day and can't stand to be apart from each other. I visited him a few weeks ago (we had a great time). I decided before I returned home - I'm relocating to be with him - we are a family (us and our pets). It's just a matter of logistics and finding a job, etc...but all in time. We will be in each other's lives and best friends forever.

 

So, an escort didn't just help me out. He changed my life. He gave me my self-esteem back, a secure and loving home, and hope for the future. I've never lived anywhere else, and I'm planning to move 2,000 miles away and start a new adventure. And...I couldn't be happier. Even though it seems surreal now to think of him as a prostitute (it seems worlds away), hiring Frank was the best money I ever spent. Period.

[+ purplekow]

This is a heart warming story. I hope the three of you remain happy and healthy. Enjoy the Holiday season.