Sexoirs of a Gigolo: Bradley Lords

by Bradley Lords

  Introduction

  My name is Garren James and I am the owner of the largest straight male escort agency in the world. I was contacted by Vigliano Books for a book proposal and I loved the idea so much we included this in one of the Gigolos episodes on Showtime. The publisher tasked each of the gigolos with writing their sexiest story- a “sexoir.” I instantly loved the word “sexoir” but was clueless as to what it was. So what is a sexoir? A sexoir is a memoir of your sexual escapades, told in any way that you want. What was your first time like, what was your first escorting job like, what was the craziest, funniest, most romantic… it’s anything YOU want it to be.

  After graduating from college with a double major and a football scholarship, I was scouted to become an international runway and print model. This brought me into contact with the most alluring men in the world and we always shared notes on what women wanted and desired. Simply put, every woman wants a man who is a perfect gentleman. When I started Cowboys4Angels, I had no clue the amount of success it would have. After extensive research, I found there was no agency in the United States that offered male companionship strictly for women. There were many male escorts catering to men who occasionally catered to women as well. They were labeled in the industry as bi-sexual male escorts. I found that women were very turned off by this, and then it dawned on me why the business of male escorts for women in America had failed so miserably…I can't imagine any woman wanting to hire a man who had just been out with another man! I think women felt as if the men were only into men and were faking the experience they were sharing with women. That's why Cowboys4Angels is an agency offering male companions for women and women alone.

  The agency has been a hot topic for the press. I have personally appeared on the Tyra Banks Show, Dr. Phil, 20/20, Nightline News, the Joy Behar Show, NatGeo’s Taboo, and the list goes on. We have been featured in Playgirl, Glamour, Sheen, Hustler, and Esquire magazines. But most importantly, we are featured on Showtime's hit series Gigolos, which just wrapped up its fifth season. It started out as an idea and it has blossomed into one of Showtime's most watched shows. I get recognized by women all over the country who love the show. I've even had a group of 10 firefighters who were in New York City for a seminar come up to me at the airport in New York and tell me they watch at the station every week! They said they are watching the show looking for tips to improve their romancing skills.

  Garren James being interviewed for Nightline News by Juju Chang.

  I loved the movie American Gigolo, starring Richard Gere, and wanted to make that a reality instead of just a screenplay. In the film Richard Gere’s character is a gigolo that is blatantly narcissistic and superficial; however, you can tell he takes pleasure in his work by being able to satisfy women. In the movie, Richard Gere is able to make his clients feel free to discuss their fears and insecurities and honestly discuss the lives in which they are seemingly trapped. Having a group of men that cared about women enough to go out of their way to make a date as romantic as possible was the main idea that I wanted to promote. At the end of that film a client of his comes to the rescue and saves him from being convicted of a crime he didn’t commit. His client cared enough for him to risk her reputation in order to save him from a lengthy prison sentence. It's obvious that if he hadn't done his job well and made her feel special enough to come to his rescue, he would have been locked away for life. That’s an incentive to all the men who work for Cowboys4Angels to always do their best. They never know the rewards it may bring!

  The men I represent need to be at least 21 years old, but I find that the best ones are between the ages of 25 to 35. They usually come from professional backgrounds. Not all must be working as male models. All must be very well-traveled, cultured, educated and most importantly, be very proficient in making a woman feel safe and relaxed. The men need to be very attractive, dedicated to a top level of fitness, presentable, well-groomed, stylish, charming, and desirable. Cowboys need to be confident but not arrogant, somewhat innocent yet savvy. All need to be emotionally mature, stable and possess a genuine respect for women. The men who meet the physical requirements but don’t make the cut are usually arrogant or just plain dull. For example, I was once interviewing a prospective escort who told me several times that he had often been approached to sell his sperm due to his superior genetics. He also told me that he was better looking than Brad Pitt. This interview ended shortly after when I realized he would want the clients to worship him instead of the other way around!

  Just as Cowboys4Angels has created something new and excitingly different about male escorts for women, this book is now about to create something new and excitingly different about erotic novels. 99% of the time erotic novels are penned by a woman who fantasizes herself in passionate, dream-filled adventures with a handsome, strong, daring man as she sits at her computer in her basement or office. However, the authors of the sexoirs who are featured in this series have a unique perspective far from any woman. These authors are MEN! They are unique in the fact that they have lived the life and have first-hand experience with real life erotica!

  I remember being contacted by Bradley Lords through the website employment page. I often dread going through my employment requests because men insist on sending me pictures of their manhood. They obviously take the time to make sure they are at their full potential before taking these pics. Women would have a field day sorting through my emails. Bradley, however, sent me respectable photos and they were not taken by a professional photographer. I liked his look and liked the fact that he was not a professional model. I gave him a call and found that he was amazing on the phone. That’s the first thing I look for when I make a call to someone; does he sound like a guy I can be friends with? Is he able to make me feel comfortable talking to him? He had an incredible vocabulary and a slight Southern accent that has proven to be a true charmer with the ladies. I was even more impressed when he told me that while aspiring to seek adventure and travel the world, he enlisted into the US Marine Corps at the age of 18. He told me after only a couple of years he had already been promoted to the rank of Sergeant. He was assigned to special detail work at the American Embassies abroad in embassies including Paris, France, and Lima, Peru. He is educated and extremely well-travelled. He speaks fluent Spanish and can converse a little in French and Italian. By the time our conversation was over, I was convinced that he would be an exceptional addition to Cowboys4angels. He, of course, has proved to be one of the top requested men in the agency and has some of the best reviews in the business. Bradley has since had several photo shoots with professional photographers and I often have to remind him that we need some photos with clothes on for the website. Those wet underwear shots are great, but I need some pics in a suit! He does have a reputation for having the most seductive photos on the website!

  I hope you’re ready for what you're about to read because it’s a real life account from your very own Gigolo. Let your imagination run wild while you read his story.

  Forbidden Fruit

  I remember the very first time I looked upon her. It was a Friday afternoon and the week was just winding down. She came by the office to give my boss, John, some things he needed for his weekend trip. It was as if the office gained an entirely different energy about it when she graced it with her presence. I swear I could match her sweet smell to the tapping of her high heels every time. Although we had spoken several times in passing and at small gatherings, it was the looks we absorbed through our eyes which held the real intensity. Jane was not the most incredibly gorgeous woman I had ever seen, nor the sexiest, but there was just something about her overall package that made her so appealing and somewhat irresistible. Her hair waved
through the air like soft silk dancing in the wind. She had the brightest and sharpest eyes that could pierce the most confident of men. I couldn't quite figure out why she was so enticing to me. Was it her tiny stature and young, fresh skin or was it that sweet smell and those exotic eyes? I thought to myself though, perhaps it was the simple fact she was my boss’s wife and I was not supposed to have her…

  A year or so had gone by and I hadn't seen Jane nor John really too much either. I had since gone to work on my own with my private fitness centers and other businesses. I did see John in the gym from time to time and once in a while we would go grab lunch or a drink – then came this cool, summer night.

  It was a very average, easygoing night as most Thursdays were. I was just relaxing at home after a long day, checking out some shows on television and doing a little work on the computer. The text I received was a tad bit surprising but not extremely out of the ordinary. I simply assumed she was out with friends again and most likely putting a few drinks down. After all, Jane was the younger, party-type girl who always looked for a wild night of dancing and partying anytime the opportunity presented itself. Once I read a few of the texts it was apparent she was inquiring where I was and what my plans where for the late evening. I was a little uncertain why she would text so late and actually care what I was doing but then I figured it was just a late drunk flirty kind of text. I know we had always looked upon one another in a certain intimate kind of way. There was no denying we were attracted to one another by the look in her eyes and I'm certain my eyes could give away at least a bit of the attraction I had for her. She then went on to explain where she was and that she might be in need of a ride home. I asked her if she was ok and if she wanted me to call someone for her or send a cab.

  I decided to go on and give her a call and get to the point of it all instead of baffling myself with all of these uncertain and somewhat confusing texts. Once I heard her voice it was obvious just how much she had to drink. Her voice was still so sweet and sexy, the innocent, young, soft voice that seems to make you want to just squeeze that person tight and feel their body as they speak. I had to admit, that kind of voice, and especially hers, did make me feel a special excitement inside of me. I asked her what was happening and why she had decided to contact me this late in the evening. She then went on to tell me how she was out with the girls and there was a small party for one of them who just split with her husband. That alone told me it was a group of wild women up to no good. I wanted to explain to her that I could call her a cab where she was or help put her into the right direction, but it was almost as if I just truly could not help myself. Her voice was so enticing and the picture I was drawing in my head of her in a cute little dress with high heels was killing me. I could almost even smell her sweet smell and already feel her soft brown skin in the palm of my hand and on my fingertips. My mind, along with certain other parts of my anatomy, was at this point racing wild and causing my body temperature to rise while I sat there holding my phone with my eyes closed.

  Should I give in? Should I be the naughty boy I so much want to be? Or should I take the more ethical route and do my best to assist her in this time of need by being the friend who helps another friend. What would be the right thing to do? I was quite torn at just how bad this had me excited and a bit crazy I was even contemplating going to get her. I finally had enough and said, “Yes, I will go and pick you up.” She was so excited, almost like you told someone over the phone they just won a new car. I somehow managed to talk myself into it by believing she would surely be in some kind of danger if I didn't run to her aid immediately. I told myself it would be horrible of me to leave a friend in need out in the late night without a car or shelter. She was a bit intoxicated after all so it was one hundred percent the right moral thing to do. Well, I was most likely stretching the moral part of it a small amount I suppose, but who doesn't from time to time?

  I threw some casual clothes on and jumped into my car to head off to pick her up. The twenty-minute drive felt like three hours. All I could think about was how she would be dressed and who would be there with her and would see the two of us together. She called again when I was about five minutes away and told me she was now at the Denny's alone. Her friend who she had been with had already left. I was a little relieved in that she would be alone and no one would see the two of us together but at the same time the good person inside me was also worried because she was now at a restaurant so late at night all by herself. I pulled into the parking lot and then there she was walking out the door – those silky brown legs easing out of a blue tight little dress.

  The dress was so high you could imagine seeing her bend over directly in front of you. The high heels were approximately four to five inches with sparkling bright toes glistening out of them at the ends. The top of the dress dipped down just subtly enough to make out her brown cleavage from the sexy tight black bra pushing her breasts up and into the perfect form. Every bit of her one hundred and ten pounds swayed in an innocent yet mischievous way as she walked toward my car. She had the most gorgeous long, thick, jet-black hair I had ever seen. Her hair was most definitely something out of a salon commercial. I wanted to run my fingers through it and squeeze it in my clenched fists. Her eyes were probably the best part which is quite hard to imagine with everything else she had going on. They had this certain slant to them as if she were mixed with all the right ethnic races. I proceeded to get out of the car and walk over to her and open the car door to let her in. She walked up and gave me a big hug before I could even get the "hello, how are you" out of my mouth. Oh my God she smelled so damn good. I had only been this close to her maybe once or twice when saying hello or a casual hug whenever we saw one another. I wanted to almost squeeze her in even tighter and feel her body on mine. The nicer guy inside of me refrained from it however, and I asked if everything was going ok and if she was ready to go.

  I let her into the car, watching her shiny, sexy, oh-so-tan slender legs glide in after she sat down. The breeze blew her hair just right as the door opened and shut. As I walked around to get into the driver side my mind was racing as to where she expected me to take her and if it was a good idea to be out with her this late, especially after she had obviously been drinking all night long. I climbed into the car myself and buckled in. I asked where she wanted to be taken and her reply was a very mischievous, "where ever you would like to take me." I thought to myself very naughty places and scenes but instead simply replied, "should I just take you to your house?" I could tell that was not remotely what she wanted to hear. She then started to give the hints it would be better if we went to my place for a bit so she could sober up and relax some from the long night. I agreed to it almost immediately as if it weren't really even my choice.

  My mind definitely wanted that outcome and I was certain my body wanted it even more. I wanted to run my hands all up and down those gorgeous legs and feel how incredibly soft they actually were. Her smell of sweet lotions and products conquered any scents my car might have had. I felt myself going into a sort of trance of inner eroticism and desire. How bad did she also want it, I asked myself? Was she also feeling this tension coming from each of us? Without being able to help myself, I informed her that if she felt tired or nauseous, she was welcome to lay the seat back or she could also lie in my lap if that was better. She smiled and blushed a tiny bit as I gave her a slight smirk when I said it. She replied that it might be a great idea in the very, very near future. I wanted her so bad at this point but didn't want it to be too obvious.

  We finally arrived back to my place after a drive which seemed to last an eternity. As I helped her out of the car and into the house I could tell she was quite tipsy by the way she swayed around and held on to me at every account. It could have been that she only wanted to have a reason to grab onto me as well, which I had to admit I wanted too. I had a roommate at the time so we attempted to not be too loud and wake him. That of course was easier said than done with her heels clanging and knocking into t
hings in the dark. I showed her into my bedroom and laid her down so she could rest. I told her if she got cold easily then not to worry because I gave off a large amount of body heat. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. She snuggled up right next to me and began rubbing her chilly, soft nose against my neck. Her soft, juicy thick lips starting kissing around my neck and jawline. It felt so good I wanted to strip down right away. I had to ask myself if this was ok to do. Was this what she really wanted? Was this going to have severe consequences later? What would happen if anyone we knew found out, especially if it got back to John? What would his reaction be? John was not only my boss but also a very powerful guy. She felt so good at this point I honestly started not to give a shit at all.

  I drifted into this crazy sexual state of mind. I took my hand from her lower back and down across her curvy, tight little ass and right onto those silky soft legs. They felt even better than I could have possibly imagined. I grasped her upper thigh tightly and pulled her leg across the top of me. I kissed those luscious lips with their sweet taste. I used my lips to pull on her bottom lip in order to take it in between mine and rub my tongue in circles all over her bottom lip. She tastes so good, I thought, as I wondered how her other set of lips were going to taste. I placed her petite hands onto my chest and with my much larger hands on top of hers she massaged me and played with the short chest hair. She began nibbling on my pecs and ran her tongue down the center dip of my abs. Her mouth felt so amazing as she kissed me all around my abs and down my obliques. She placed her tiny little hand onto my crotch which had grown exponentially larger by this time. She peeked up at me with those seductive, big brown beautiful eyes and said "oh my" as she squeezed the shaft of my fat cock in her hand. She was quite impressed with the size of it and became more aroused. The next devious remark of, "we are just so naughty aren't we?” made her eyes glisten with this unique sense of desire and deep enthusiasm. She then smiled like a mischievous child up to no good and returned to the adventure she had begun with her mouth.