Self described rentguy, blogger and pocket gaysian, little Eli Lewisis something of a force of nature. Originally from Texas but now based in NYC, he has a Hookies Award-winning blog called Tales of a RentBoy at EliLewisOnline.com, he’s a ballet dancer & and a power bottom that makes (I’m guessing) multiple men a week very happy. I caught up with him to ask some questions about what it’s like to work in the oldest profession…
What would you say are the biggest benefits and drawbacks to being a rentguy?
The biggest benefit is probably the most obvious: the money. Escorting is a fun and easy way to make a little extra cash to supplement your income, and who doesn’t like that? The only real drawbacks for me have been the social stigma, stereotyping, and shaming associated with the oldest of professions – none of which I care for but make a point to stand up against and enlighten the misinformed.
I’m very public about my involvement in the gay porn and escorting industries which turns off a lot of people, all of whom are idiots not worth my time or mention. I was surprised to find that dating was made a lot easier since my openness about who I am and what I do filtered and continues to filter out anyone whose moral qualms, judgemental attitude, and other hangups prevent them from getting to know a pretty awesome guy.
How did you get into the business in the first place? Was it just for the money or were you also attracted to the lifestyle?
I blame the economy. I was touring with my old dance company (which will remain anonymous for fear of persecution) and accumulated a series of injuries which prevented me from dancing professionally for a few months.
It was during that time that I took to heart the words of the gorgeous Margaret Cho who said, “I have a lot of respect for [escorts]. I wish I would have thought to charge.” The money was definitely a driving factor, but I wanted to open myself up to and explore my sexuality – getting paid for it was an amazing bonus!
What’s been the three weirdest things clients have asked you to do, and did you do them?
I’m pretty adventurous and uninhibited so it would take either blood or scat for me to say no to a request. What? Too much? Weird is a relative term, though. I’m familiar and comfortable with fetish and kink play and love a good flogging as much as the next sub; add nipple clamps, gag, blindfold, Saint Andrews’ cross, anal beads, and Leo Forte and you pretty much have my typical Thursday night.
That being said, the three “weirdest” things to happen to me while escorting may seem vanilla or unimpressive to most but were odd and slightly uncomfortable to me. I was hired by an attractive, albeit socially awkward young man who loved to spend his family’s money on me. I acted as a secret boyfriend since he was closeted, and we’d often have sex on his parents bed while they were at work or out of town. I’d also like to point out that he was one of the first people to refer to me as “Daddy.”
Another time I met an actual daddy: mid to late thirty-something, dashing salt and pepper hair, scruffy muscular build, and a face chiseled by the gods – I still jerk off to his jawline. My first thought upon walking into his hotel room was that maybe I should be paying him.
He was frustrating, though, because all he wanted to do was talk and get to know each other while the only thing on my mind was his cock rubbing against my ass before he slid it in. He wanted a friend and companion, nothing sexual, to which I countered by suggesting events and dates that involved minimal clothing. Why he didn’t want to tan with me in Central Park in November, I’ll never know.
Then there was the cuddler who held me in silence for the better part of our appointment. I didn’t know what to do other than take a nap during those dates, but couldn’t help but wonder why our only exchange was that of money from one hand to the other.
What would your advice be to a 19 year old twink who wanted to follow in your footsteps? Would you encourage him? What things have you learnt the hard way that you’d share with him?
I would direct him to my blog post titled “So You Think You Can Hook?”
I started escorting when I was nineteen years-old and it has been one of the best decisions in my life. I’ve met so many amazing people since and have learned a lot about myself and self-reliance. If you want to escort I say go for it; just remember that discretion and anonymity can only take you so far.
New escorts often forget that everything has a shelf life and this isn’t something in which you can build a reliable, long-lasting career so instead of blowing all of your new-found money save it for a rainy day when you’re not getting as many calls as you did when first you started. Have an exit plan: for how long do you want to be escorting, and to what ends? Do you have student loans to pay off or a business you want to start? Do you still think you’ve got what it takes? Go forth, spread your legs, and make me proud, young padawan!
Does being a rentguy affect your personal sex life? Do you have problems separating sex for money and pleasure? I think I do a good job of keeping my work life and personal life separate; and escorting surely hasn’t hindered me from being one of the biggest power bottoms in Hell’s Kitchen.
Guys are either turned off by my being an escort and run away in fear of divine retribution or stick around because they know it means less than Taylor Swift’s insights on romantic relationships. The very cute and well-endowed who don’t judge a horse based on its life choices go on to enter my inner sanctum.
If you caught that reference, please contact me because I want to have your nerdy babies.