Chapter 2
The Lamb Goes to Market
"I guess it's my own fault the way I'm living now. I sure can't blame my mom and dad. Honestly, I had it real good on the farm with Mom, Dad, my two sisters, and Sport, my collie dog. So I didn't need to run away to New York and get in business I'm in—this lousy business of satisfying horny old women who like young boys. It was just that ... well, Tommy, a sixteen-year-old buddy of mine, ran away from home for a couple of weeks, and I wanted to prove that I had as much guts as he, even if I was two years younger.
"Only I didn't have as much money as Tommy when I left, so after only one week here in New York City, I was flat broke with no way to get back. Sure, I thought of writing to my mom for bus fare, but Tommy would've poked fun at me for being a helpless baby, and I couldn't take that. Hitchhiking was no good, because I tried it and the cops came along, saying it was against the law to hitch rides on the expressway.
"So I was stuck. And, mister, let me tell you, it was really rough, going without eating, sleeping in an old empty building down by the river, having no friends to talk to. I tried getting a job as a dishwasher in restaurants, but ya know what? They said I was too young, even though I'd washed dishes after every dinner at home for years. One restaurant even called the cops, saying I looked like a runaway, but I ran out real quick before the cops came.
"Then about the third day I found a dime on the sidewalk. What a lucky break, I thought. Tommy or no Tommy, I'm going to phone my mom collect and ask her to send me bits fare home.
"But it wasn't such a lucky break after all, because I didn't quite make it to a public telephone. As I was walking around looking for one, a brand new car pulled over to the curb and the driver called out to me: 'Hey, sonny, do you know where I can find a garage in this neighborhood?' I noticed that his car wasn't running just right. It was sort of spluttering, like the carburetor was flooded.
"Going over to him, I said, 'I'm sorry, mister, but I don't live here. I'm looking for a phone booth so I can call home. I don't even know where I can find that' "He didn't say anything right away, just looked me over real good. Then he smiled and said, 'So you're all alone in the big city, uh, kid? Well, in that case maybe I can help you find your phone booth while I'm looking for my garage.' He opened the car door for me. 'C'm'on, get in.' "So I got in with him and he drove off. A couple of blocks away he spotted a garage and drove in, saying to me, 'This shouldn't take long. Probably all this buggy needs is a little adjustment. Then, if you're not in a hurry to make your phone call, we can go somewhere for a bite to eat. I haven't done my good deed for today so I'll treat you. Okay?' "Ah, at last some food! 'Yeah, sure, I'd like that very much,' I answered. 'I've been broke for three whole days and haven't eaten hardly a thing all that while.' That sounded good to him, because he looked me over again, smiled real happy-like and said I had nothing more to worry about for now I had him for a friend.
"While the mechanic took about twenty minutes to get his car running good again, my new friend and I sat in the front seat and talked. He told me his name was Archie and I told him mine was Tim. He said that he had a very exclusive escort service for lonely women. I told him that I had run away from my home in Indiana just to prove that I was grown up enough to make it on my own and also to see what New York City was like. So it didn't take long for Archie and me to get real acquainted and to know a lot about each other—not a whole lot but at least enough to become good friends. That made me feel real good.
"Next, Archie drove us to a nifty, high-class restaurant where he treated me to a delicious steak dinner with all the trimmings. At first I felt sort of funny, being in there with my dirty clothes while he and everyone else were dressed like a million bucks, but the steak tasted so good that I soon forgot about everything except filling my belly and listening to Archie tell me about his escort business. It was the easiest thing he'd ever been in, he said. And the most profitable. Profitable for everyone who worked for him, especially the boys.
"'The boys?' I asked. 'Do you mean that you have kids working for you? I thought you said that your service was for grown-up women. Don't you need older guys to take the women out, dance with them, and take them to nightclubs—all that stuff?' "For the first time, he turned real serious. 'No, Tim, I have no need for male help over eighteen years of age. You see, my service is for women who go for boys, especially boys about your age. And my female clients don't care about dancing and nightclubs. All they care about is spending one or two hours, or maybe an entire evening, in privacy with a very young and tender kid who will let them have their way with him. It's simple as that.' "'Do you mean that you pay your kids just to keep company with grown-up dames and be bossed by them for a little while? Golly, I never heard of such a thing. It sounds so easy.' "'It is easy, Tim. Not only easy, but fun and very profitable. Do you think you'd like to give it a whirl? I could start you at a hundred a week and then after a bit when you've learned how to be extra nice to the ladies, I'd double your pay.' "A hundred bucks a week! It was almost too good to be true. Wow! I thought. Now I can start eating regular and even in a little while I can afford to fly home in one of those big jets. I could just see the surprise and jealousy on Tommy's face if I came riding back first class in a jet instead of a bus.
"'Gee, thanks a lot, Archie,' I said. 'I'll be glad to work for you.' "'There's only one thing I need to know, kid, before I hire you,' he said, looking at me real serious. 'I need to know if you're afraid of being loved up by a woman. I mean, would you get scared off if one of my clients got hot pants with you and wanted to suck your cock, or wanted you to give her a good fucking? You might as well know right now that those things do happen.' "His question hit me like a bomb. I'd never horsed around with any girls like that before, much less with grown-up women, so I was pretty flustered not knowing what to say. All I knew was that I'd thought about screwing girls a lot and the idea had always made my dick as hard as a rock. I could even feel my dick getting hard right then, thinking of what Archie had said about his clients wanting to suck on it and all that stuff. But I was also thinking of how badly I needed some money.
"'No, I won't get scared off. I promise.' The words just sort of slipped out while I tried not to blush.
"'Ah, that's my boy,' he answered, smiling like he was real proud of me. 'I knew I had myself a winner. The gals are really going to get a barrel of kicks with a tender young kid like you. Yeah, they sure are. And you, Tim, are going to make a barrel of money ... more money than you've ever seen in your life. How d'ya like that?' "'Sounds great,' I said. Then I went back to eating, trying to forget so my dick would get soft again.
"When Archie and I had polished off our steaks and apple pie a la mode, he took me out and bought me some fancy new clothes—silk shirts, tight pants and all that. Then he drove me to the deluxe apartment of another of his teen-age boy escorts. He introduced me to Ronnie, told him that I would be sharing his apartment for a few weeks, then left us alone to get better acquainted. On his way out he turned to me and said, 'Get yourself tidied up, Tim, because tonight at nine I'll have a date for you, someone I think you'll like.' And with that he went to his car and drove away.
"Ronnie was a nice enough guy, a little conceited, but nice enough. He was eighteen, he said, and he'd been working for Archie almost a year. He must've done pretty well, too, because everything in his apartment, including a closet packed full of clothes, was real expensive. A lot of the things, he said, were gifts from the women he had 'serviced.' "Figuring that maybe Ronnie would give me some tips on how to act while I was so green at this business, I asked him what he did to keep his clients satisfied with his services. But for some reason he didn't feel like giving me much of an answer. 'I just let them have their way with me and keep telling them how nice they are, that's all,' he said, going to the mirror and admiring himself.
Then after thinking for a couple of seconds, he said, 'Of course, if the date isn't very old, say around twenty-five or thirty, and not too ugly, I might get generous and give her an extra kick or two from my little bag of tricks.' He wouldn't explain what he meant by extra kicks when I asked. He just said, 'You'll learn, you'll learn soon enough.' "And he was right, too, because that very same night I got my first big lesson.
"Archie came by at exactly nine o'clock like he promised and, after checking me over for neatness and all that stuff, drove me to a high-rise apartment building in Long Island, one of the swellest joints I'd ever seen. He gave me an apartment number and told me to go on in alone as Margy was expecting me. Also not to worry about a ride home for Margy would either drive me or give me taxi fare, which was all part of the fee.
"For some reason I wasn't too nervous going in alone and ringing the doorbell. I guess I expected Margy to be a sweet old lady, something like my own mother, who just wanted to talk to someone and be reminded of her youth, or of a faraway son. I sure didn't think that Archie would give me any other type on my first date. But, holy gee, was I ever in for a big surprise!
"The woman who answered the doorbell was plenty old enough—all of forty, she told me afterward—but she sure didn't look anything like my mom or anybody else's mom, for that matter! In fact, she didn't look like any woman I'd ever seen in my whole life. For one thing, Margy had nothing on but furry pink slippers, a silky pink nightgown that only reached down to her fat butt and tiny little pink panties that I could see plain as day beneath the nightgown. For another thing, she had a pair of tits as big, almost, as any of the cows we had back on the farm, and I could see them completely bare beneath her thin gown, poking out at me with nipples as big and red as strawberries.
"'Oh, you must be Timmy,' she cried out when she saw me standing outside her door. 'How nice. How very nice! Come in, sweetie, and make yourself at home. Yes, yes, Archie said that he had a nice surprise for me tonight, and he wasn't lying,' Margy went on when she had closed the door behind me. 'You're just the sweetest little boy I've ever seen ... a real living doll. Now what'll you have, some ginger ale maybe? Or would you like just a little sip of wine, like me?' "'Ginger ale is fine,' I said, taking a seat on the sofa, trying to keep my eyes off her huge, bouncy tits, but finding it impossible.
"In hardly no time at all old Margy was back from the kitchen with my ginger ale and her wine, posing in front of me with her tits shoved way out, then turning around to give me a look at her shape from the rear. She didn't have a bad shape, considering her age—sort of big in the butt and legs, but okay around the waist. And her face wasn't exactly ugly, either—plastered with makeup, but not too wrinkled. The best thing I liked about her, besides her big tits, was her long brown hair that reminded me a lot of my older sister's hair.
"'How do I look, doll baby?' she asked, flashing me a great big smile. 'Really, I don't look too old, now do I?' Then making like a young girl, she lifted up her little silky nightgown and twirled around a couple of times, giving me a better look at her tight lacy panties that puffed way out in that certain place, telling me that she had a big, fat pussy. It surprised the heck out of me, seeing that, because I'd always thought pussies were too flat to stick out.
"Of course, I agreed with Margy that she didn't look very old, which tickled the daylights out of her, making her giggle like a little schoolgirl. The next thing I knew she was plopping herself down beside me on the sofa, throwing her arms around me, and planting a big juicy kiss smack on my mouth. Yeah, and on top of that she pressed her giant tits so hard against me that I could feel the nipples jabbing into my chest, sending hot little tingles all through me.
"Golly, I couldn't help it, my dick was getting as hard as a rock inside my tight pants and throbbing like crazy. I felt embarrassed as all get-out, thinking, What if Margy glanced down and saw my hard on? She might think I had a dirty mind. But she just kept on hugging me and saying how happy she was to have a pretty young boy like me for company, especially because I 'appreciated' her. And she insisted on giving me little sips of her wine between her own sips, all the while running her fingers through my hair, finally getting around to slipping her hand under my shirt to play around with my bare chest.
"'Oh, my, what a beautiful body you have, dear!' she said, lifting my shirt all the way up to my neck. 'It's so soft and smooth. Just like a baby's. I love it. I just love it!' As she was doing that, I got a good close peek at her huge tits and nipples, and for the first time I started to get scared. I don't know why, I guess it was just that young boys aren't supposed to see such things, or maybe it was because Margy's tits were so big, so close ... and so bare. It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and running out of her apartment, that's how scared I was.
"Then it happened, the thing that took all the nerve out of me and made me Margy's prisoner. She looked, down and saw how my pants were sticking way out from my hard on.
"'Oh, sweet baby!' she cried out as she reached down between my legs and took hold of the big bump in my pants, her eyes popping and her mouth watering. 'You've got a hard on! How marvelous. How absolutely marvelous! I didn't realize that I was exciting you so.' Then the next thing I knew she was unzippering me, hauling out my dick and smothering it with kisses.
"I was so embarrassed and scared that I wanted to yell for her to stop, but somehow I couldn't. It felt so good what she was doing, I could only sit there helpless, staring down at her lips and tongue brushing over the head of my dick, thinking that maybe I'd better keep my promise to Archie and let Margy do whatever she wanted, otherwise he'd get mad and fire me, and then I'd be out on the street again, broke and hungry.
"I guess Margy read my mind, because in a couple of seconds she slipped my whole dick into her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth, even sucking my balls into her mouth along with my dick, but not for long. Just about the time my insides caught fire, a split second before I was going to shoot my come in her mouth, she pulled herself away with a happy moan and gave me another slobbery kiss on my lips.
"Sweetie pie, you're positively the most delicious little boy I've ever had in my life,' she purred. 'I love you dearly, and just to prove it, I'm going to take all my clothes off and let you suck my big breasts. You want that, I know, because I've noticed how you've been eyeing them hungrily, like maybe your mother didn't give you nearly enough of her breasts before weaning you. But you've got to take all of your clothes off, too, because I won't feel right being naked all by myself.' When she finished saying that, she hopped up and had herself completely naked before I could hardly bat an eye, "So what could I do? It was strip or lose my job. On top of that, it was strip or lose my chance to suck on those giant tits of Margy's. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the hot, tingly feeling in my balls, I don't know. All I know is that I wasn't scared anymore. Margy wasn't like any of the young girls I'd played with back on the farm —girls too bashful to even kiss, much less feel them up. Margy was a grown-up woman who'd been sucked and probably screwed, too, by a lot of guys, some of them young kids like me who worked for Archie. And here was Margy standing in front of me plumb naked, with tits three times as big as any girl I'd ever known, offering them to me on a silver platter.
"Golly, I thought as I took off my clothes as fast as I could, I wonder if she has any milk in her tits.
"Of course, the bedroom was a lot bettor for playing around naked than the living room, so that's where Margy took me, taking me by the arm and practically running in there with me. The bed covers were already pulled down—that's how experienced Margy was—and before I could think of anything, like what position to get into, she had me sprawled on my back, licking all up my legs and balls, crawling over me until her tits were hanging like big white melons over my face. Then she lowered one of her long, red nipples into my open mouth.
"'Okay, you tit-hungry little sweetheart,' she growled as she started to breathe real hard, 'now you've got what you want. Suck it good, then I'll give you the other one. And after that, if you do a good job, I'll give you my pussy to eat. Oh, yes, honey baby, that's what your Margy really likes ... having her pussy eaten. And you'll love it, too, because Margy's pussy is sweet like candy—hot, juicy, delicious candy.' "That did it! I was having fun sucking her nipples, trying to get some milk out of those giant cow-tits, but eating that hairy hole between her fat old legs was too much. The mere thought of it turned my stomach. 'No, Margy,' I said, turning my head aside from her tits. 'I'm sorry but I can't ... eat your pussy. I mean it's ... it's against my principles.' Actually, I thought it was too dirty of a thing to do, but I was being polite.
"Wow, did that ever set her off! 'Against your what?' she bellowed, sitting up on my chest and glaring down at me. 'Listen, sonny, you're working for Archie, which means that you don't have any principles, not where sex is concerned! Get this straight, I'm paying good money for your services, so, like it or not, you're going to eat my pussy!' With that she shoved her big butt forward, straddling my face, and dropped her great hairy gash down hard on my mouth.
"I tried turning my face to one side but it was no use, those big fat pussy lips had my face in a steel vise. I tried everything, kicking and squirming and pounding with my fists, but nothing worked. She was that heavy and strong—and determined. All I could do was eat her pussy the very best I could in the hope that she would come real quick and get off my face.
"'Yeah, that's it, you ornery little fucker,' Margy moaned as I shot my tongue deep into her pussyhole and started pumping it in and out. 'You're doing great, just great! Mmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmm, how I love that tongue-fucking! Oh, shit, you're driving me out of my mind!' "Of course, I hadn't learned yet what a clit was, but I figured it had to be in the pussy somewhere. 'Maybe it's one of the little things jumping against my nose,' I said to myself, raising my tongue up an inch higher and licking the little button I found there. Maybe, nothing! The next second Margy was in orbit, wailing like a sick calf and letting go with a flood of pussy juice that darn near drowned me. I mean, I was really gasping for air! But, lucky for me, she came real quick and I was saved.
"Delicious as candy? Phooey. Margy's pussy wasn't exactly sour, but it sure wasn't all that sweet, either.
"Her disposition definitely wasn't very sweet, because she got sore and turned on me again when I went to get my clothes on, yelling, 'Now just where in the hell do you think you're going, sonny boy? You're not through with me yet, not by a long shot. Get your sweet little ass back here in bed with me, do you hear? You still haven't fucked me and I aim to get my money's worth.' "So what could I do? I had to turn around and get back in bed with her. My dick had gotten soft, of course, what with the suffocation and all, but goofball Margy soon took care of that. Flopping me down on my back, she went right to work tonguing me all over my tits and belly while her hands toyed expertly With my dick and balls. From there she went to sucking my dick and balls, twirling her hot tongue all over, especially around the head of my dick.
"'Ah, there's a little passion juice in your sweet cock,' she murmured after sucking and swallowing it down. 'Really, I'd love to suck all of the nectar out of your sweet little balls, but right now what I want most is to be fucked by you.' "Well, I guess you know that it didn't take long for me to get back my hard on with that kind of treatment. In about two shakes my dick was standing up hard as steel, all four inches of it. And the next instant Margy had me between her fat, widespread legs, working my dick into her juicy hole With one hand while she pulled on the cheeks of my butt with the other.
"'Okay, baby boy, start fucking,' she said as her breathing got loud and fast all over again. 'I want you to really bang me good, because you doing it makes me feel like a young girl once more.' She closed her eyes then, and I could tell that she was imagining herself thirty years younger.
"Well, anyway, there I was, actually screwing a female for the first time in my life. Sure, Margy was old and she was no great beauty, but she was a woman, a female, and the thought of it really got me excited. I had jacked off many times, like most boys do, but this sure was a lot better—a hundred times better. I could feel the hot insides of old Margy's pussy squeezing and pulling and sucking on the whole length of my dick, especially on the head when I sank it all the way in, and it started to swell and throb like never before. I forgot about everything else in the world—my home back on the farm, my job with Archie, everything—thinking only of the excitement I was getting with Margy and how maybe, like she said, we could come together.
"'Fuck, baby boy ... fuck, fuck, fuck!' Margy moaned as she grabbed the cheeks of my butt with both hands and pulled me hard into her pussy.
"'Yeah, little girl, yeah, yeah, yeah!' I answered, sucking one of her hard, red nipples into my mouth and pumping my dick in her pussy faster.
"Did she ever like being called little girl. Did she ever love it. 'Oh, say that again, my own sweet lover boy,' she moaned. 'Say it again and again, and I'll adore you forever!' With that she sort of went nuts, crying and whimpering and shoving her big, fat butt so hard against me that I almost flew right off of her. Man, she was powerful!
"Then—wouldn't you know it?—we came. I mean, we came together. I shot the biggest wad of my whole life, and she exploded at the same time with a scream that must've been heard for miles around. It was the greatest sex experience I'd ever had in my life—screwing Margy, sucking her big tits at the same time and coming so much in her hot, fat pussy. And it must've been a lot of fun for her, too, because she slipped me twenty dollars on the side when I left her apartment.
"Just the same, I didn't want any more dates with Margy. I didn't want any more dates, period. Because I really did have principles. I didn't mind keeping company with old dames if that was all there was to it, but letting them make a sex slave out of me, that was something else. All I wanted when I took a taxi for Ronnie's place was to get some sleep, then head back to the farm where I could be myself again with Mom and Dad. Believe me, I'd had enough of city life and of having to 'service' old women for a living."
The case of Tim S—, perhaps more than any other, glaringly hints at the reason why male prostitutes are not as numerous as their female counterparts. It is not because there is a lesser demand for capable young males, who for a price will sexually "service" lonely, or insatiable, older women. Rather it is because, physiologically speaking, males cannot "handle" sex as well as females can. A female prostitute can cater consecutively to any number of men in any one night. She needs no physiological preparation. A male, on the other hand, is useless unless he achieves an erection, and—except for few extraordinary cases bordering on satyriasis—there is a limited number of times within a set period of time that he can be sexually useful to a female. As Robert E. Rothenberg, in his The Medical Guide to Sex and Marriage, points out: After orgasm, blood flows out of the spaces in the penis back into the general circulation. The penis returns to a flaccid state although it may remain somewhat larger than it was prior to the onset of intercourse. A rest period is required before erection can take place again. The length of the rest period will vary markedly and is influenced by innumerable circumstances. Some men, when exceptionally passionate or when actively stimulated by a very passionate female, may be able to become erect again within just a few minutes; the great majority, however, will require anywhere from a half to one hour for this to take place....
... If intercourse has taken place after a strenuous day's work, it may not be possible for him to be aroused a second time....
When one, therefore, considers the fact that the customers of a call boy need satiation, and that for this sexual service they pay money, one can see that not many men are in feet "qualified" for the male prostitute's job.
As the balance of Tim's case will show, he was not—in spite of his initial willingness to try what appeared to be an easy and pleasant "job"—qualified for it. Or, at least, he did not feel that he was. And, wisely, he in the end decided to reject a life he certainly was not suited for.
The subject's entry upon the call-boy scene is a classic example of how the majority of the members of that "profession" enter it. In a way it harks back to the "original cause" of prostitution: need or necessity. It is an answer of sorts to the survival instinct that is bolstered by the sexual urge. Although S. Kirson Weinberg, discussing the recruitment of prostitutes in his Social Problems in Modem Urban Society, speaks of female prostitutes, his analysis of the situation is applicable to either gender involved and is particularly applicable to the subject of this case. He writes: The belief persists that many innocent girls are lured and coerced into prostitution by a process akin to white slavery. Although this practice existed in the early part of this century, the contemporary prostitute is recruited chiefly by other prostitutes or by procurers. Like the career criminal, she becomes a prostitute by associating with other prostitutes or with persons who strive to predispose her towards prostitution. These associates persuade or coerce her into becoming a prostitute, and she learns the techniques of her craft from confirmed prostitutes. [Walter] Reckless [in The Crime Problem] has pointed out that in this country the girl who enters prostitution most likely has had previous sexual experience, lacks the skills for a satisfactory job and regards prostitution as a vocational opportunity....
The case of Tim S—may be considered as the case of the recruit who failed. It is the case of a perfectly normal youth, at least as far as his sexuality is concerned.
Undoubtedly, were one to seek the "original cause" of his venture into the call-boy sphere one could say that "it was caused by the home environment." He did run away from home, didn't he? The problem with retroanalysis of this sort, however, is that it is too often carried to a ridiculous extreme. All one needs to do to shatter this type of reasoning is to hypothesize a somewhat different link in the chain of events. Specifically, one could visualize the subject, rather than meeting Archie the procurer of the case, encountering a more respectable member of the "strange city" in which he found himself, being offered a job in, say, an attorney's office, or being put through college, and eventually winding up on the Supreme Court bench. One must accept the fact that in the United States—where backwoodsmen and cobblers can become presidents—almost anything is possible. Consequently, although the past can play an extremely active role on the eventual development of a person's life, it is the immediate events, choices, and decisions of the present that determine the direction of his future—until other environ mental factors alter this direction.
This case may be considered somewhat unique in that Tim did not succumb to the hedonistic freedom that he was offered. One of the reasons for this could be his relatively tender age and the fact that his exposure to sex with all of its deviations was unexpected and sudden, as he himself admits. Furthermore, it is apparent that he did not—in spite of the physical pleasure that he derived from his sexual congress with his customers—feel comfortable in a carnal vis-a-vis with women who were old enough to be his mother for whom he apparently did not hold any viable disrespect.
Another factor that undoubtedly contributed to his final decision to escape his newfound freedom and to return to the home from which he had run away was the realization that he was in fact considered by Archie as "property," a commodity to be rented out whenever and to whomever the procurer pleased. The situation was tantamount to the proverbial "jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire." Needless to say, the physical exertion to which he was subjected by some of the women not only could not compare to whatever discomforts he might have been exposed to in his family environment, but also minimized, if not totally negated, the sexual gratification he obtained with those very women.
As the balance of the subject's narrative will show, he began eventually to develop a questioning attitude toward the situation he had inadvertently found himself in. He was, indeed, "a lamb caught in a pack of she-wolves," and he recognized the situation.
The subject comes into startling perspective when one attempts to compare him to one of the procurer's other sexual pawns, namely Ronnie. The latter, probably because of a different home environment and because he came upon the call-boy scene a chronologically later age, is a hardened professional and is—as far as one can judge from the little information available on him —inextricably caught in the procurer's mercenary net. It is extremely doubtful that he possesses any genuine sense of accomplishment. He is a bona fide stud in the field of lonely and insatiable women.
When one considers the subject's age at the time of his recruitment into Archie's service, one cannot classify the latter as anything other than an unscrupulous, self-centered, and mercenarily greedy exploiter of the young caught unprepared at a moment of confusion and need.
"When I got back to Ronnie's apartment, he was gone—out on a date, I found out later. So I just plopped myself in bed, dead tired, and had myself some good dreams of the farm where I planned to be in a couple of days. I probably would've slept until noon the next day, but then— wouldn't you know it?—Archie showed up early in the morning. "Letting himself in with his own key, Archie yanked the covers off me and said real loud: 'Hey, champ, c'mon, wake up. I've got another date for you, a real good one with a hefty bonus in it for you if you treat her right.' Then when I sat up, still half asleep, he went on to tell me how happy he was with how I'd done with Margy. Seems she phoned him and asked for me again in a few days.
"I wanted to tell Archie that I was through with the job, but, golly, he was so friendly and proud of me that I couldn't get up the nerve, especially when he slipped a couple of twenties into my hand and said they were just a little something extra from him to me.
"'This new date, what's she like, Archie?' I asked, hoping that she was a raunchy old bag type that I could use as an excuse to bail out.
"'She's Oriental, Tim, a beautiful Oriental broad from Hong Kong who's loaded with dough, but just too damn shy to meet boys on her own. Her name is Sue and she's not very old—about thirty, I'd say. Tells me she likes the companionship of boys because they sort of bring back memories of the son she lost to the commies on the mainland.' "Well, of course, that made a whale of a difference, she being Oriental and kind of young and very shy. If all she wanted was to be reminded of her lost son, then I saw no reason why I shouldn't go ahead and keep the date. So what if I didn't look like a Chinese kid? At least I could pretend if that would make her happy. Probably she just wanted to talk about her lost son and about China while we drank tea together, which would be just fine with me.
"So I agreed and got myself dressed in another one of the special outfits Archie bought for me—I mean special because they were different from what I was used to. About an hour later, Archie dropped me off at her hotel in downtown Manhattan.
"He hadn't lied to me, either. Sue really was beautiful and about thirty years old. And she talked real shy when she asked me in, though not with much of a Chinese accent. 'So you're little Tim, how very nice,' she said with a pretty little smile, looking me over with those twinkling slanted eyes of hers. 'Sit down, please, Timmy, while I get some tea.' "Yeah, I was batting a thousand, so far. This is sure a lot better than last night with old goofball Margy, I thought as I watched Sue leave the living room in her sleek and silky Chinese gown, sort of admiring her nifty shape. And to think that I'm getting paid good money just for being here with Sue for a couple of hours, talking and drinking tea with her. What a snap!
"But, as I soon found out, it really wasn't going to be a snap. I was going to earn my money, every nickel of it, because Sue had not only made us a pot of tea in the five minutes she was gone, she had taken off all her clothes except for her pretty little jade-colored panties that barely covered her pussy. Also, she had let her long black hair down, so that she looked much younger with her tiny little cupcake tits and thin, smooth body.
"'You don't mind, do you, if I make myself comfortable?' she asked real softly. 'It's an old Chinese custom, you know, when a girl entertains a boy she likes.' "'No, I don't mind,' I answered, staring at her tits and panties and feeling my dick beginning to get hard. 'I want you to be comfortable, especially if it's your custom.' "That brought a big smile to her pretty face and the next second she was parked across from me in a chair, pouring tea in the little Chinese cups she had set on the low table between us. This is special Chinese tea,' she said without looking up. 'It warms your blood and gets you in the mood for love.' "So the cat was out of the bag. Sue didn't want me for polite talk or to remind her of the son she'd lost—she wanted sex. And Archie, that dirty guy, he must've known it, too. I'd been tricked! But then maybe I hadn't been tricked after all. Both Archie and Ronnie had told me to expect most anything from my dates. And I had agreed to it—I had agreed to be nice to the old gals Archie lined up for me and give them all the fun they wanted. Because that's what they were paying for.
"'Gee, I've never had any tea that does that to you,' I said, picking up the cup of tea she had poured for me and thinking that since I had come this far, I might as well go the rest of the way. At least, Sue was a lot better looking than old Margy, and she probably wouldn't be nearly so tough. At least, Sue wouldn't be apt to sit on my face.
"'I'm sure you will like it,' Sue said as I took the first sip. 'It will give you the biggest hard on you ever had and it will make me very passionate, too, so that we can make the most beautiful love together. You're so nice and young, Timmy—just perfect for me. I know we're going to have a wonderful, wonderful time today and tonight and maybe all day tomorrow, too. Tell me, you don't mind spending so much time with me, do you?' "'No, I don't mind,' I answered, beginning to feel a little tingly sensation all over me from the tea, especially in my dick. By now my dick was really hard, what with the sight of Sue's almost naked body and drinking the tea. On top of that, I was beginning to get sexy ideas, like what it would be like to suck on Sue's pretty little tits, and what her pussy looked like. If her pussy was half as pretty as the rest of her, I thought, it would, be wonderful to see—maybe even to eat.
"So Sue didn't waste any time getting down to business when I satisfied her that I'd go along with anything she had in mind. 'Hurry, my darling little boy, my love. Drink down your tea,' she said as she finished her own cup and stood up in the center of the room, stepping out of her panties, showing me a puffy little pussy that could've belonged to a baby. I swear it's the truth. Sue's pussy didn't have the tiniest bit of hair on it. And her at least thirty years old. Wow!
"A couple of seconds later, I was out in the center of the living room with her, naked as a jaybird, my dick sticking way out hard as cement. 'Ahhhhhh, yes, I knew it!' she purred, taking my balls in one hand and my dick in the other, 'you're not only a beautiful boy but a real sexy one, too. Your cock and balls are so lovely, so delicious looking, I've just got to take them in my mouth.' And with that she dropped to her knees and did what she said.
"But not for long. A couple of seconds later she was on her back on the thick, soft carpet, lifting her knees up high and spreading them wide, begging me, 'Timmy, please, please fuck me! I'm so passionate, so terribly passionate! Your little cock and balls in my mouth has set my cunt on fire. If you don't fuck me quick I'll go out of my mind!' "She wasn't kidding, either. I could see her eyes rolling back, and I could hear her sort of gasping for breath. Not only that, but I could see in her open pussy, all around the hole and folds of pink meat, a lot of glistening juice flowing out, reminding me of the spring we had back on the farm. I loved to drink out of that spring, the water was so cool and refreshing, and now, looking at Sue's beautiful pink pussy, I wanted to drink from it, too.
"'Miss Sue, you're so beautiful laying there like that,' I said to her as I fell down on my hands and knees between her legs, 'that I'll do anything and everything you want me to. I'll screw you until you come a hundred times, but first, if it's all right with you, I want to drink some of your pussy juice. Is that all right? Can I drink some of your pussy juice?' "'Yes, yes, yes!' she cried out, twisting like crazy in her passion, 'but please hurry. I can't wait much longer for your fucking!' "So I hurried. I sank my face into her pussy and licked for all I was worth for a few seconds, drinking the most delicious pussy juice in the whole wide world and loving every single drop of it. Then I shoved forward, eased my throbbing, rock-hard dick into her boiling-hot pussy, took one of her beautiful little cupcake tits full in my mouth and started my fucking.
"Boy, did Sue and me ever go at it then! I don't know what it was that got us so worked up—the tea, maybe, or maybe it was our natural passions —but whatever it was, we sure went to town, humping and squirming and bouncing around on the floor like a couple of infuriated wrestlers.
"Sue was the first to come. And how she did come. It was beautiful. She started crying at first, groaning out loud like a whipped baby, the tears pouring out of her slanted eyes, then laughing and saying a lot of things to me in Chinese that I didn't understand, though I could guess. While she was laughing and humping her little butt hard against me, I caught fire and exploded, too, shooting so much come into her belly that I thought she'd burst, all the while sucking harder and harder on those delicious tits of hers.
"Then, completely out of strength, we just sort of collapsed and died there on the floor.
"I don't know how long we were out, maybe an hour or two, but I do know that Sue was far from through. You see, she had woke up first and fixed herself some more of that special love tea. By the time I got around to waking up, she was hotter than a Chinese firecracker all over again and determined to drink me dry as I had tried to drink her dry before the big screw session. What I mean is, I woke up to find that Sue had my dick in her mouth, sucking on it for all she was worth.
"It's a wonder my dick could get hard so soon after my big come, but Sue sure had it hard, as hard as it could possibly get. And I've got to admit that what she was doing to it felt good. She had a way of sucking my dick that was ten times better than Margy's way. For one thing, Su e fucked it with her mouth instead of holding it in and tonguing it. And for another thing, she made the muscles in her mouth tight around it, squeezing like the muscles in a pussy.
"But she stopped when she saw me awake and came up with a better idea. 'Hello, my darling boy lover,' she greeted me. 'I'm so glad to see that you're awake, because I want to get your permission for something.' "'Hi, Miss Sue. You're sure getting me hot again doing that. What do you want my permission for?' "She turned her eyes to my dick then as her expression changed. She wasn't smiling sweet and shy anymore. Instead there was a weird sort of wild-animal look on her face, wide-eyed and drooling, like a starved cat with a mouse in its claws.
"'I want to drink your boy come,' she said, gathering up my balls in one hand, stroking my dick with the other. 'Not just a little of it, but a whole lot—all you've got. I'll pay you well for it darling, because I need it. I've got to have it!' "The way she said that and the way she looked at my dick had me plenty scared, I don't mind admitting. But I'd gone this far with her and figured that I might as well go a little farther. Besides, she said that she'd pay me well, and I could use the extra dough. I'd already made up my mind to leave New York for the farm when I finished with Sue, and the more money I could leave with the better.
"'Sure, Miss Sue, sure,' I said, still a little scared at the wild, starved look on her face. 'Go ahead, you can have all I've got.' "Wow, I sure shouldn't have said that. I should've jumped up and got out of there right then. Because the next instant Sue gave a growl, closed her mouth deep around my dick and started sucking like a maniac, pumping and slurping and pulling on my balls, all the time growling louder and louder.
"In no time at all she had my balls on fire and my dick exploding with come. But—d'ya know what?—the crazy dame didn't slow up a bit. She just gulped my come down, draining my balls completely empty, and went on with her mad sucking and growling.
"Golly, I couldn't stand it, her going on and on like that! It was terrible torture. She was turning my guts inside out, trying to get more and more and more of my come. 'Oh, please stop!' I yelled at her. But it didn't do a bit of good. She only gripped my balls tighter, threatening to tear them off if I didn't let her have her way.
"And I tried pushing on her head desperately, and rolling my body away, and kicking at her rear. But that didn't work, either. In fact, it made matters worse, because every time I tried force, she bit down on my dick with her sharp teeth and yanked harder on my balls, causing me even greater torture.
"Then suddenly, after a few minutes that seemed like hours, the terrible, painful cramps went away and her wild sucking started feeling good again, not as good as before, but good enough to make me want it. 'Okay, Miss Sue,' I said with the sweat pouring down my face, 'once more and that's all. I know I can come only once more.' "'Yeah, yeah, yeah!' I heard her mumbling with her growls. 'Give me more ... give me more!' "And about five minutes later I gave her more. It felt like I was shooting a hundred gallons into her throat, but I know it must've been just a little bit. The most I could ever come when I jacked off back on the farm was only about a teaspoon or so. Just the same, Sue sucked up every drop, going after it like her life depended on it.
"Still she didn't get enough! The crazy Chinese sex maniac still wanted more! She wouldn't let go of my dick and balls for even a split second, though I screamed and kicked and bawled my head off, begging her to stop what she was doing. 'You're killing me, killing me!' I bawled, the tears pouring out of my eyes. 'I can't take anymore, do you hear? I can't take anymore!' "But she went right on, not caring if she killed me or not. She was completely out of her mind, so it was useless for me to beg. I don't think she even heard me, she was so out of her mind. All she could think of was sucking my dick, filling her belly with my come, no matter if it killed us both.
"I can't explain it, honestly I can't, but somehow, while I was squirming and bawling away in my torture, feeling all my strength disappearing, the feeling in my half-hard dick got kind of good again. It got better and better for about, I don't know, I guess ten or fifteen minutes, then I shot once more—a tiny bit. It took every last ounce of strength I had left. I felt myself passing out, but I didn't care.
"Maybe it was just a few hours before I came to, and maybe it was a whole day, I don't know. Anyway, when I opened my eyes, Sue was gone. She was nowhere in the apartment, which, of course, was plenty okay with me. But there was a note pinned to my clothes which said: 'Thanks a million. You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Please come back again if you can find it in your heart to forgive me.' And pinned to the note was a hundred-dollar bill.
"Well anyway, Sue had kept her word and paid me well. I didn't tell Archie about the hundred when I saw him, of course. He was waiting at Ronnie's and I just told him that my date with Sue was so-so, that I'd done everything to make her happy, and that I was through working for him. I appreciated all he'd done for me, I told him, but I'd had enough of horsing around with old women. I thought he'd see how worn out I was from my torture session with Sue, but he either didn't or wouldn't own up to it. Instead, he hit the ceiling.
"'Oh, no you don't, buddy boy!' he said. 'You can't leave me now, not when I've just got through lining up another good date for you. We've got a contract, remember? I said that I'd pay you by the month, not by the date, so you've got to work for me at least a month. This gal I've got lined up will be expecting you at eight, six hours from now, so be ready. Try to skip out on me, and I'll kick your ass up around your neck, is that clear?' "'Archie meant it, too. He was big and tough enough to handle two kids my size, and it was plain that Ronnie would've snitched if I tried to skip out of his apartment before Archie came back to take me on the date. I could tell by the way Ronnie scowled at me in his high-and-mighty way that he was a snitcher. So when Archie left us alone, there was nothing I could do but get something to eat, take a good long nap, and be ready for the next old biddy, whoever the bitch was.
"Sarah turned out to be a fat old tub about fifty years of age who lived in a small cottage far out in the country, about twenty miles from downtown Manhattan. Did I sat fat? Sarah was as huge as a baby elephant. And that was just fine with me because, after all, how could any woman so big have sex with a little guy like me?
"Of course, I was wrong. I should've known by then that Archie's customers didn't want young boys like me just for Sunday-school sessions or for charity. They wanted sex with kids who could make them feel like sweet little virgin girls all over again. And, on top of that, they wanted a dick that could not only get hard but stay hard through a whole lot of screwing and ... well, that business with Sue.
"Sarah was no different. I mean, the only difference was that she was worse than the others. She didn't offer me any ginger ale or tea or anything like that when she let me in. She just lifted me up in her arms, squashed me between her huge balloon tits, planted a slobbery kiss on my mouth and said: 'Ooooooo, baby, aren't you a nice one, the youngest little boy-whore I've had yet! I'll bet you don't even have any hair around your cock and balls, do you now?' "'Yes, I'm old enough to have some hair,' I answered, wishing that she'd stop her slobbering on my face and let me down.
"'Oh, well, a little hair is nice, my dear,' she giggled as she carried me into her bedroom. 'But I've gotta see. Yeah, sweetie, I've gotta see everything you've got. And I want you to see everything I've got, too. What I've got to show you is plenty—and I do mean plenty.' I believed her.
"As soon as we got into her bedroom, Sarah put me down and ordered me to strip down naked, at the same time fumbling to pull her tent of a dress up over her head. Instead of undressing I wanted real badly to turn and run, taking a taxi or hitching a ride to the nearest bus depot and getting out of New York as fast as I could. But I could still hear Archie's threat to kick my ass up around my neck. Maybe he was waiting outside Sarah's place, I thought, figuring that I'd run away. That thought was enough to keep me right where I was.
"Then both Sarah and me were naked, and looking at her, I couldn't believe it. Holy gee, I couldn't even see her pussy, her belly and legs were so big! All I could see was fat, tons and tons of it, with that little round face on top, smiling at me like I was a tasty pork chop or something.
"'Ah, you are a pretty one, you are,' she said, licking her lips and reaching for me. 'You don't have a hard on yet, but I'll fix that soon enough. Then after I've sucked your darling little peter for a minute or two to get you in the mood, I'm going to let you fuck me good. And don't look so dumbfounded, sweetie. Just because you can't see my cunt don't mean that I haven't got one. I've been fucked by a lot of Archie's boys, only they don't do it the old-fashioned way—they do it dog-fashion.' With that she picked me up, laid me down on the bed, and put my soft little dick in her mouth.
"Two-ton Sarah was a pretty good sucker, I'll have to say that, because she had my dick hard in nothing flat. Then, true to her word, she let go of my dick, struggled to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and said: 'Okay, baby boy, if you'll stand down on the floor and take a good look, you'll see my cunt. It's there for you to fuck from the rear, and you'd better do a good job of it, kiddo, because if you don't, I won't give you any of the apple strudel I made this morning. Believe me, I make the best apple strudel in the whole cockeyed world.' "So I got down on the floor and took a gander at Sarah's pussy. No, I don't mean pussy, I mean Grand Canyon. Holy Toledo, there was enough room in that huge, flabby slit of hers for three guys my size! And hair—she had more hair on her pussy than she had on her head. It was the awfulest mess of hair and flab that I could ever imagine. And I don't mind telling you, it scared the shit out of me.
"Archie or no Archie, I had to get away from Sarah but quick. Leaving the fat old bag still perched on her hands and knees waiting for me to earn some of her strudel, I quietly picked up my clothes and split. I didn't go out the front way, but out the back, putting my clothes on in the back porch, then heading for the nearest boulevard where I caught a taxi. Lucky for me, I got to the bus depot just as one was loading passengers for my home state.
"Looking back now on that weird experience of working for Archie, I can only say that I wish it hadn't happened. I'm kind of soured on older women. I'm even soured on girls, because I know that some day they will grow up to be old women, too."
There is a disturbing note underlying the subject's last words; however, it is felt that with time, after the memories of his "weird experience of working for Archie" become overshadowed by new and emotionally more rewarding experiences, the subject will alter his attitude toward both older women and girls. He will probably come to the realization that "some day he will grow up to be a man."