As far as I was concerned, and as far as I still know, I worked for what was once Chicago’s premier all male escort service. Just one phone call and $200 could buy you an hour of time with any boy offered on the website. The Agency offered a buffet of men, all shapes and sizes however known exclusively for its prime selection of fresh, twink, meat. As it turned out, being 19 year old, 5’8″, 135 lbs, tan, tight and having over seven inches between my legs was the answer to the formula that makes someone a “twink”and an escort a lot of cash.
I just got kicked out of my house for being gay and was sharing a 1 bedroom apartment with my friend Amanda while waiting tables. I knew I would never make the money I needed to survive on my own for the first time in my life. I was looking in the classified section of the “Gay Chicago” magazine and i saw an ad that started something like “The Agency Chicago is looking for a few good men…” I knew exactly what they were looking for and exactly what this job would require. If I knew then how calling that number was going to forever change the person that I was I’m sure I would have dialed it even QUICKER. Never in my life can I recall feeling as insecure as I felt then.
The man on the other end of the line had a smooth, calming voice. The questions were minimal. “How would you rate yourself on the scale of 1-10” I answered with an 8, stating that nobody was perfect and got a laugh out of the man on the other end of the phone. I met the minimum requirements to meet for a face to face interview, and it was set for 8PM in the Kmart parking lot just off the Addison exit and 90. Today, an Olive Garden stands in the same space I became a escort. Its funny how something so commercial can exist in a place that changed you forever.
I jumped in the car, and the story goes that without hesitation or even being asked, I whipped out my hard dick. I must have been subconsciously turned on by the power of sex and had adrenaline pumping hard through my body. I was hired on the spot, and thats the moment that Daved became D.J. This is where my life story of debauchery, sex, drugs and hip hop really begin.