Tips from a Male Prostitute

Article by Team Penthouse

Then there are the social benefits. Frank is a genuinely friendly, gregarious sort, and he likes to meet people. “Some of them are very interesting,” he says. “They are well-to-do-poor people can’t afford this sort of thing—and sometimes famous. I’ve met a few celebrities, sports figures, music figures, and that’s kind of a kick. But mostly it’s the idea that each time you meet someone and go through a sexual experience with them, you’re growing also.”

But more than the money, more than the contacts, it’s the freedom and mobility that keep him interested. “I know,” he says, “that there’s probably not going to be another period in my life when I’m going to have this much freedom. I’m free to wake up when I want to, go to sleep when I want to. I can take vacations when I want to. For example, this summer I went to Russia just because I felt like going. The thing is, I can do that. I don’t have to go to my employer and ask permission.”

And when all is said and done, how does this ex-accountant, this onetime Newsboy of the Month, assess himself in light of what he has become?

“I’m certainly a different person than I was five years ago. For one thing, I’ve matured sexually as I’ve gone along. With all this on-the-job training, I’ve become sexually confident in a way that I never was before.

“I’ve grown up pretty fast. I’ve had to realize that it’s not all peaches and cream, and I’ve had to learn to be careful. I mean, there are strange people out there—you have to look out for cons and bullshit. So you open yourself up to the possibility that things like that can happen.

“But I’m still very tolerant. You have to be tolerant to put up with people’s foibles and fantasies. When you’re working in an intimate situation with people, it can be very difficult. You have to have a lot of pa­tience with people, you really do.”

There is a realism, an almost self-deprecating maturity about Frank’s evaluation of himself and his work. Certainly he does not think of himself as either a bedroom Freud or the world’s greatest lover.

“It would be easy to sit down and say, Wow, I’m really doing a service. But hey, you know you’re just somebody’s sexual fantasy, and if you can’t satisfy them, they’ll satisfy that fantasy somewhere else.

“You know, when I first started doing this I thought, Wow, I’m getting paid to fuck women; I must be really good. But as you continue doing it, it becomes a job. It’s still work, no matter how pleasurable. And when you leave that couple behind, you’re still there by yourself. You know you haven’t done anything fantastic. You’ve done the job you were hired to do and that’s it. Hopefully you’ve done it well and hopefully you’ve given some satisfaction. But you’re not going to change the world.”

And what of the future? What does a thirty-six-year-old professional prostitute do when he finally hangs up his spike?

“I don’t know,” Frank says. “I do know all this is going to end and I’m going to have to go back to work. I’m just trying to milk this period of my life for all I can. When it ends, it ends. But I’ll keep doing it. At least, as long as the phone keeps ringing . . . “

Originally published in the June 1983 issue of Penthouse magazine. But male prostitutes still exist.