Interesting experience. I've never talked to one before. Anyway, my friend John and I were driving in my Dad's van. It's one of those small Chevy vans with the back that opens up; you see them everywhere. We drove first over to Exchange Place. State Street that Saturday was a zoo. Teenee-bop'ers all over the place getting all wet because some girl gave them their telephone number. Exchange place had about 2-3 groups of 6-7 people each. For some reason, that entire weekend was 'fatties' weekend. There were fat people at the bar, the gym, and out on the street! When I say fat, I don't mean medium build. Some of these guys probably haven't seen their feet in years, and use about 1/2" of water in the tub before they climb in and spray the ceiling.
So we drove on to 300 South. We were heading east just off of Main street when we spotted about 4 men, separated by a fair distance each. Some people were parked and other men were up at their windows talking to them. As we drove along, John heard me say out loud, "OOOOoooooooooooooo. Look at that." There was a well (not overly) built blonde wearing jeans, sneakers, a tight black tee-shirt standing there watching us drive by and giving us a hearty smile of straight white teeth.
"Pull in! Pull in!" John said. I was really reluctant to do so, but I thought it couldn't hurt to at least get some information in case sometime in the future I became so horny and lonely and wanted a quick professional I would know about what to do. So I pulled the van in a parallel parking space and shut off the engine. We rolled down the windows and sat there staring at this guy. He gave us a big smile and walked up and stuck his head in the window, leaning on the van and sticking his bubble- butt up while we talked.
>From a distance, he looked extremely nice. An 8.5 to 9 at least. However, his face was a little pitted, not a lot, but there were a few. This lowered his score to 8. He was tan and still a very nice looking man. His clothes were clean and looked fairly new.
"What you guys up to tonight?" he asked.
"Not much." I replied, "Pretty boring at the bars tonight, so we just thought we'd go driving around. What are you up to?"
"Just hanging out."
"We went over to Exchange place, but we didn't stop." John said as he joined into the conversation.
"Yeah." he said, "They're over there and we're over here."
Hmmmmmmmmmm. I wondered to myself. Exactly what did he mean by "They" are over there, and "We" are over here. Then it was obvious. Regular gay men looking to meet each other hung out at Exchange place, and hookers (the "we") were hanging out on 300 South between State and Main - on both sides of the street yet, but mostly the south side tonight. Usually it was the north side.
"I go out to the bars sometimes." he said. "I think I've seen you there before." he said to John. John recognized him also as having been at the Deer Hunter once or twice.
"So what else do you do?", I asked.
"Oh, I just like my money." he replied. I knew now the conversation was taking a bend.
"So, you guys looking for a good time tonight?" he asked in a very hot, smiling, way. This guy was indeed a professional. He asked the question in a way that provoked my lumber to stand up and say the Pledge of Alliegance.
"I sure am." I replied. "But I don't live in town, and we don't have a place near-by to go to."
"We can go to a motel on North Temple. They're only about $10 bucks." He said.
"How long do I get to play?" I asked.
"30 minutes." he said. Still smiling and looking better all the time. At this point, he would have looked great with a pair of balls hanging >from his chin. If I would have unzipped my fly and let my tool out, it would have touched Mars.
"What do I get for my money?" I asked again. John was scared and nervous that I was being so blunt. But I figured, hell, how else are you going put it?
"Oh, it depends on what you want. I met a guy a while ago that gave me $50 for a blow job." he said. It was interesting to see the way he put things. He didn't say "paid me" he said "gave me." Thoughts of AIDS raced through my head and I knew immediately that safe sex was absolutely the order of the day (or rather the night).
"God, I'd really love to screw somebody tonight." I said.
"I don't like to do that." he said, then added, "So I charge more if that's what you want. I'll do it, but probably for $175. And you have to wear a rain coat."
"Let me think about it." I said. I really wasn't sure that I wanted to *pay* for sex, and besides, I didn't have $175.00 on me. So even if I wanted to, I would have to go to the bank teller machine anyway.
John jumped the gun and asked, "We've got to go to the bank first. Want to go for a ride?" Oh, shit! I couldn't believe he would ask this guy to go with us and admit we haven't any money in the same breath.
"No. Go ahead and come back. I'll be here." he replied. He wasn't upset and gave us another huge smile. I'm sure that he wanted the business, but wasn't about to get in a van with 2 guys who have admitted do not have the funds.
So we drove to the bank machine. I told John to wait for me at the bar or a restaurant, and he decided to go to the Deer Hunter. I dropped him off and returned to town. Sure enough, he was still there. My heart was racing. What if this turned out to be a cop? Or worse - what if this guy robs me or hurts me? I didn't have any bad vibes about him, just the usual sense of caution and fear.
"So ya came back huh?" he said with a huge grin.
"Ya. Climb in let's drive around." I said.
He got inside and I drove on. He kept his eyes on me all the time, staring at me really, and his large smile made me feel at ease. Almost as if he was flattering me by his stares.
"Where should we go?" I asked.
"Go down North Temple." he said and I made the turn. There were several cut-rate motels there and I picked one that seemed the least offensive and the most clean. $10 for a room and I came out with a key. I drove the van down to the room. It was quiet and there were not a lot of people around. We entered the room and he put his arms around me and gave me a long hug. He whispered into my ear,
"Do you have something for me?"
I pulled out the $50.00. I didn't put it in my wallet as I just wanted to be able to give him the money. He loosened my belt and pulled down my levis. My pecker was as hard as a rock and he stroked it slowly >from the outside of my shorts.
"Hmmmmm. You've had a rise in your levis." he said.
I wasn't about to wait any longer. I wanted to see how good a professional was. I pulled my shorts down and sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and immediately started sucking and jacking-me off with his right hand as he went up. As he went down, all the way I might add, he would either tickle my balls or sometimes he would rub my stomach.
His eyes were closed and he made little groans which made my balls boil. Sometimes I played with his ears, or stroked my fingers through his hair. I could feel his lips hit my public hair when he would take all 7 1/2" into his throat. I'd never been with anyone who could take it all the way to the bottom and it excited me.
"I'm going to cum down the back of your throat." I said, giving him warning as I wasn't sure what he wanted to do. To my suprise, he starting blowing me faster and moaning even more.
I finally came like a freight train in 3 spasmodic waves. I could see cum glowing on my cock as he obviously could swallow it all and some of it was coming out around his lips. He kept going until I could no longer stand to have him sucking on it and I said "OK." He got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned-up.
I've never seen him back on the street again, nor have I ever been back. But it was an interesting experience.
So we drove on to 300 South. We were heading east just off of Main street when we spotted about 4 men, separated by a fair distance each. Some people were parked and other men were up at their windows talking to them. As we drove along, John heard me say out loud, "OOOOoooooooooooooo. Look at that." There was a well (not overly) built blonde wearing jeans, sneakers, a tight black tee-shirt standing there watching us drive by and giving us a hearty smile of straight white teeth.
"Pull in! Pull in!" John said. I was really reluctant to do so, but I thought it couldn't hurt to at least get some information in case sometime in the future I became so horny and lonely and wanted a quick professional I would know about what to do. So I pulled the van in a parallel parking space and shut off the engine. We rolled down the windows and sat there staring at this guy. He gave us a big smile and walked up and stuck his head in the window, leaning on the van and sticking his bubble- butt up while we talked.
>From a distance, he looked extremely nice. An 8.5 to 9 at least. However, his face was a little pitted, not a lot, but there were a few. This lowered his score to 8. He was tan and still a very nice looking man. His clothes were clean and looked fairly new.
"What you guys up to tonight?" he asked.
"Not much." I replied, "Pretty boring at the bars tonight, so we just thought we'd go driving around. What are you up to?"
"Just hanging out."
"We went over to Exchange place, but we didn't stop." John said as he joined into the conversation.
"Yeah." he said, "They're over there and we're over here."
Hmmmmmmmmmm. I wondered to myself. Exactly what did he mean by "They" are over there, and "We" are over here. Then it was obvious. Regular gay men looking to meet each other hung out at Exchange place, and hookers (the "we") were hanging out on 300 South between State and Main - on both sides of the street yet, but mostly the south side tonight. Usually it was the north side.
"I go out to the bars sometimes." he said. "I think I've seen you there before." he said to John. John recognized him also as having been at the Deer Hunter once or twice.
"So what else do you do?", I asked.
"Oh, I just like my money." he replied. I knew now the conversation was taking a bend.
"So, you guys looking for a good time tonight?" he asked in a very hot, smiling, way. This guy was indeed a professional. He asked the question in a way that provoked my lumber to stand up and say the Pledge of Alliegance.
"I sure am." I replied. "But I don't live in town, and we don't have a place near-by to go to."
"We can go to a motel on North Temple. They're only about $10 bucks." He said.
"How long do I get to play?" I asked.
"30 minutes." he said. Still smiling and looking better all the time. At this point, he would have looked great with a pair of balls hanging >from his chin. If I would have unzipped my fly and let my tool out, it would have touched Mars.
"What do I get for my money?" I asked again. John was scared and nervous that I was being so blunt. But I figured, hell, how else are you going put it?
"Oh, it depends on what you want. I met a guy a while ago that gave me $50 for a blow job." he said. It was interesting to see the way he put things. He didn't say "paid me" he said "gave me." Thoughts of AIDS raced through my head and I knew immediately that safe sex was absolutely the order of the day (or rather the night).
"God, I'd really love to screw somebody tonight." I said.
"I don't like to do that." he said, then added, "So I charge more if that's what you want. I'll do it, but probably for $175. And you have to wear a rain coat."
"Let me think about it." I said. I really wasn't sure that I wanted to *pay* for sex, and besides, I didn't have $175.00 on me. So even if I wanted to, I would have to go to the bank teller machine anyway.
John jumped the gun and asked, "We've got to go to the bank first. Want to go for a ride?" Oh, shit! I couldn't believe he would ask this guy to go with us and admit we haven't any money in the same breath.
"No. Go ahead and come back. I'll be here." he replied. He wasn't upset and gave us another huge smile. I'm sure that he wanted the business, but wasn't about to get in a van with 2 guys who have admitted do not have the funds.
So we drove to the bank machine. I told John to wait for me at the bar or a restaurant, and he decided to go to the Deer Hunter. I dropped him off and returned to town. Sure enough, he was still there. My heart was racing. What if this turned out to be a cop? Or worse - what if this guy robs me or hurts me? I didn't have any bad vibes about him, just the usual sense of caution and fear.
"So ya came back huh?" he said with a huge grin.
"Ya. Climb in let's drive around." I said.
He got inside and I drove on. He kept his eyes on me all the time, staring at me really, and his large smile made me feel at ease. Almost as if he was flattering me by his stares.
"Where should we go?" I asked.
"Go down North Temple." he said and I made the turn. There were several cut-rate motels there and I picked one that seemed the least offensive and the most clean. $10 for a room and I came out with a key. I drove the van down to the room. It was quiet and there were not a lot of people around. We entered the room and he put his arms around me and gave me a long hug. He whispered into my ear,
"Do you have something for me?"
I pulled out the $50.00. I didn't put it in my wallet as I just wanted to be able to give him the money. He loosened my belt and pulled down my levis. My pecker was as hard as a rock and he stroked it slowly >from the outside of my shorts.
"Hmmmmm. You've had a rise in your levis." he said.
I wasn't about to wait any longer. I wanted to see how good a professional was. I pulled my shorts down and sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and immediately started sucking and jacking-me off with his right hand as he went up. As he went down, all the way I might add, he would either tickle my balls or sometimes he would rub my stomach.
His eyes were closed and he made little groans which made my balls boil. Sometimes I played with his ears, or stroked my fingers through his hair. I could feel his lips hit my public hair when he would take all 7 1/2" into his throat. I'd never been with anyone who could take it all the way to the bottom and it excited me.
"I'm going to cum down the back of your throat." I said, giving him warning as I wasn't sure what he wanted to do. To my suprise, he starting blowing me faster and moaning even more.
I finally came like a freight train in 3 spasmodic waves. I could see cum glowing on my cock as he obviously could swallow it all and some of it was coming out around his lips. He kept going until I could no longer stand to have him sucking on it and I said "OK." He got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned-up.
I've never seen him back on the street again, nor have I ever been back. But it was an interesting experience.
