Life sure pulls a few fast ones on you. Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be a teacher. I know it's not a great paying job but I always believed it would be rewarding. I'll tell you more about it later. Right now, I have a dilemma.

I'm trying to figure if I should tell my girlfriend Amile about my past. I've told her all the main-line type stuff but not about my sexual side. There's a good chance it will end our relationship. I did wonder about not telling her, but if she found out from anyone besides me, I know it would be over.

You see, I became a stud and found a job during college where they paid me for sex. I'm now twenty-seven and a computer consultant. Let me go back and tell you how it all began.

In high school, I was the somewhat gawky geek. I wasn't really ugly or anything like that. It's just that I was on the slim side, some say I was skinny. I ran track for the school. It was the only sport I participated in. At six feet and 160 pounds I wasn't exactly a masculine specimen.

I did have the smarts. I graduated in the top five percent of my class. We didn't have a valedictorian or a salutatorian but they did honor the top five percent. I was an all A student so I guess I earned the honor. I received a number of scholarships and grants to pay for my college education and I chose one in Miami. Could be this was my first mistake; if it was a mistake at all.

As I mentioned I wanted to be a teacher so that's what I majored in and had computers as a minor. It never hurt to know a lot about computers and I will admit it did come easy to me.

The problem I had in college was I had money for the education but not much for spending. My parents gave me a little money but it barely bought food. For the first year I lived in the dorm. After some of the students found out how smart I was they started paying me to do different reports for them.

I dated some but didn't really have any girlfriends; guess I was somewhat of a loner. I started going to the gym at the school to run and exercise. Finally I was firming up and put on a few pounds. During the summer months I went home and got a job as a teacher's aid and helped the summer school students. I really enjoyed the work.

The next year I still did some papers for a few of the guys for some extra spending money. I had to ask myself where were they were getting their money. I charged anywhere from twenty-five dollars to a hundred for doing a paper depending on detail. I only made a hundred or two a week for doing all those reports for students. So one day I asked my friend Gab where they made all their money. He told me he and a few of the other guys danced at lounges on Friday and Saturday nights. He made some big money, mostly in tips.

He said he could talk to the lounge owner if I was interested. I auditioned a couple of days later. One thing I could always do was dance; maybe it was because I was thin, I really don't know. I had filled out and had six-pack abs but it only showed because I now weighed 180 pounds. I got the job and was to start the following Friday. Jim, the lounge owner, gave me some tapes and told me to practice and get my routine down. He also gave me my first costume - it was a cowboy outfit. I do have to say at first I felt about half-naked with the tight pants I would be stripping down to.

I was a little embarrassed my first time on stage, but once I got into the music I started to just let it all hang out and did my thing. I did get a lot of tips. Gab told me the way it worked was we would give ten percent of our tips to Jim. Out of the remaining ninety percent, he would write half off as a wage and we kept the other half under the table. That way the IRS was happy and stayed off our backs. Of course, they didn't know we pocketed half the money.

I couldn't believe how much money I made for two days dancing. It was over three hundred dollars for a few hours of work. I did this for three weekends when Jim the lounge owner called me into the office. I was worried that I wasn't doing good enough.

"You're doing fine, Reggie," said Jim. "I have a proposition for you. I run an escort service besides my many other businesses. I am in need of a few more young men since a number of my guys have graduated. It's a lot different than dancing. You can still dance if you like but you can triple or quadruple your money working for the escort service."

I became very interested. "How much could I make?" I asked.

"Most guys make a thousand to fifteen hundred dollars per weekend. Of course, it all depends on the services provided. I'm not going to play games here with you, Reggie. You will basically be a male prostitute. Women come from out of town and most are older women. They want an escort for the night and sometimes the full weekend. I need young men who are willing to give these women what they want. Do you think you would be interested? No hard feelings if you just want to continue dancing."

Wow, I never thought about being a male prostitute. I loved dancing for these women on stage. While I danced, a lot of them would pull down their tops and show me their tits. The women with short skirts and dresses would spread their legs and show me their pussies. I thought most of these women just like being exhibitionists. Some had panties on and others didn't.

It was a safe outlet for them. Most came in groups and went back home after the show. Some were even girls from the college. Jim didn't allow fraternizing with the customers when we were off stage; we were strictly dancers. Of course, we got close to the women while we did our act. It's how we got our tips.

At school, the girls acted differently toward me. Some would tease while others really did want sex. I guess it was a job with benefits. The one thing about being in Miami was all the young women. I had a big decision to make. Did I want sex with younger women or with older women for money? You have to understand that once you start taking money for sex it really does change your outlook on life.