Chapter 3
His First Real Job
"Do you know that most people don't even think guys like me exist? It's true. I don't know why. Everyone knows about gay hustlers, so I guess it has to do with the American image of women. Women would never sink so low as to hire a man for sexual reasons. At least, not enough of them would to make it a full-time occupation for guys like me.
"Wrong. Plenty of them do, and some of these women I've been with have been real honey-faces. Look, lots of women aren't getting what they want at home and their social position makes it imperative that they don't get caught balling the towel boy at the country club. That's where I come in— safe, reliable, virile, and ready for anything. All for a price that's gauged to the service asked.
"I quit high school in the tenth grade. Not that I didn't want to go on, but my father was killed in a truck accident, and I had to earn money to support my mother and the other kids.
"That was back in Florida. We lived in a small town right outside of Orlando.
"I'd been working there for about three months, and I'd already gotten damned tired of that scene. My hands were beginning to wrinkle and scar, and when I'd look at the grease monkeys who'd been on the job for ten years or more I'd say to myself, 'That's not for me.' Of course, I had no idea how I'd get out of it—I just knew I had more coming from life than a pump handle.
"So there I was, sixteen, six-foot-one, a hundred and seventy pounds, blond hair and blue eyes. A typical Florida boy. One day, out of boredom, I began to play a game.
"I'd always try to get the out-of-state cars and let Jim—the other kid pumpin' gas—take the local cars. I sort of got a kick out of servicing the cars that were really going someplace.
"I'd wait until the car pulled into the station, get a look at the plate and then either race over to it if it was out-of-state or stand there and let Jim handle it if it was one of the local assholes.
"It was just a way around the boredom. I'd strike up conversations with the people, ask them where they were going. Most of course were on their way to Miami. I'd never been there.
"One morning, about ten, this convertible pulls in and right away I know it's out-of-state. See, Florida only issued one license plate in those days and you put it in the back, so any time I saw a car comin' with a front plate I knew it was out-of-state. I ran over to the pumps just as the car stopped.
"It was a snappy convertible and the driver was something to see! Dark hair to her shoulders, a beautiful face, and when she got out of the car ... damn. She was a fine-looking lady, all legs, ass and tits. She looked like a pin-up drawing—one of those amazing, almost unreal chicks. I guess I was staring at her.
"'Hi,' she said. 'How much longer to Miami?' "I couldn't think, but I realized I'd have to say something. 'Five hours,' I answered.
"That didn't seem to make her happy. She looked tired. 'Hope I can make it,' she said. Then she looked at me. 'I've been driving since Philadelphia,' she said. 'I'm trying to make Miami straight through, but I don't know if I can.' "Sure, now I'd pick up a line like that immediately. But I was a sixteen-year-old kid then. She hinted around a bit more and saw I wasn't getting it. Finally, she just asked right out: 'Could you help me drive there?' "Sounded real good to me. Of course, there was the family to think about. I decided to see if she was good for a few bucks.
"'Look. I'll have to quit my job here, and I've got to leave my family with some money. Can you swing a loan or something till I get rolling in Miami? Then I'll pay you back.' "She gave me a smile that hustlers reserve for one another. She thought I was hustling her because that was her trip, hustling men. But she went along with it. She reached into her purse and peeled two fifties off a roll. That was two weeks' take-home for me from the gas station. 'Will that do it?' she asked. "It damned sure would. I finished with her car and paid for the gas myself out of the hundred. I figured I'd leave Mom with fifty, take the rest with me and get a job in Miami. I figured the pay would be better there.
"She drove me home. I showered and shaved, then packed an airline bag with all I was going to take. Mom wasn't home—she was probably babysitting somewhere to pick up some extra money. I left the fifty under an ashtray with a note telling her not to worry that I'd be in Miami. Then we left.
"That was the best trip in my life. Donna, my beautiful, rich friend, told me all about herself. I guess she decided to level with me in order to see how I'd respond. She'd been hustling for about five years, and she really dug it. She only hustled rich men who needed a girl who looked classy and could hold a conversation. Donna had a master's degree but she preferred hustling to working.
"We arrived in Miami that night, and she drove right over the bridge to Miami Beach. 'Only Cubans and migrant workers stay in Miami,' she said. I was so naive I didn't even understand the put-down.
"We checked into a motel and then unloaded the car. She had three suitcases and a bunch of smaller bags. I realized she was planning to stay a while.
"We decided to grab a bite to eat then. The motel had a sandwich shop, and we both had steak sandwiches. I paid the bill, and I saw that she smiled when I picked up the check.
"When we got back to the room, she said she wanted to shower first, so I watched TV while she was in there. Let me tell you, my cock was hard as hell just thinking about what Donna looked like naked, but I wanted to be cool. I had no idea that she dug me, that's how dumb I was. I figured she was just bein' nice to a kid, giving me a break to come to Miami.
"She came out in an ugly old bathrobe that turned me off a little because it reminded me of my mother. I took my shower and put on a fresh pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I wore the same pair of Levi's I'd worn all day.
"When I got through, I walked back into the bedroom. She was already in bed with the covers up around her neck. She was watching some horse-shit TV show. I sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.
"She was looking at me. I could see her face out of the corner of my eye. Then she smiled and let the covers drop below her breasts. She was naked.
"Her tits were beautiful! She was still smiling, and I'd turned my head to stare at those tits. Perfect little circles enclosed the nipples, all pink and juicy-looking.
"'C'mon,' she said. 'Help me get off!' "I put out my cigarette and rolled towards her, my hands grabbing for those tits. She sighed when I grabbed them, arching her back to me, loving what I was doing.
"Then I was sucking them, and her nipples were hard and my tongue rolled them between my teeth. She liked that. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I had to get out of my clothes or risk an early death due to strangulation.
"I stood up. She was all attentive now, and there was a soft blue to her eyes that told me she really liked to fuck. Her face was usually clear and bright-looking, but now it was softened, almost dazed, as she looked at me. I saw a movement underneath the covers. Donna had a hand between her legs and was playing with herself as I stood there! I'd never seen a girl do that before.
"I pulled the covers down. She was naked all the way, her hand gliding in and out between her legs. She gasped when she saw my cock and her hand moved faster and faster. I sat on the bottom of the bed and told her to spread her legs.
"'Open 'em up,' I said. 'I've never seen a girl do that, and you're so beautiful I want you to be the one to show me!' "Her legs opened up, and she sort of bumped her pussy at me. Her hands were pulling and twisting, fingering and moving all over her pussy. It was swollen and wet-looking. She had a smile on her face and her eyes were barely open.
"'Like what you see?' she asked.
"'I sure as hell do,' I answered, my hand beginning to pull at my cock. I was hard as hell, and I guess I naturally started to beat off because that's usually all I could do back home.
"'Don't waste your come,' she said. 'I want it— all of it!' "I crawled up further on the bed until my face was no more than six inches from the action. That turned her on for she reached down with her other hand and sort of pulled her pussy open for me.
"It was pink and wet, and the meat inside was a beautiful color. I'd never seen anything like that before. She giggled at me. 'Have a taste,' she said. 'It tastes as good as it looks!' "I leaned forward and extended my tongue. It was hot and salty, but I loved it. I pressed my face closer as she moved her pussy up and down across my face, smearing herself from my forehead to my chin.
"'I knew you'd be a good one,' she whispered.
"I grinned and licked her some more. It was a lot of fun. It was also the first time I'd gone down on anyone. I loved the feel of pussy against my mouth. I'd just plaster my mouth against her hole and let her do what she wanted.
"'Let me have your cock,' she said. I sat up. 'What?' I asked. She smiled and came forward and gave me a big hug. 'Just sit there,' she said. She scooted down on the bed so that I was looking at the back of her head. Then I felt her mouth on my cock.
"Damn! None of the girls I'd gone out with before would do that, and I never knew until then what I'd been missing. She kissed my pecker and then sucked it right in, licking it with her tongue and sucking gently on it. I was all wet and damned near ready to go!
"'Hold on!' I didn't want to come in her mouth and get her mad at me. It didn't occur to me that a chick would want a guy's come in her mouth.
"She just sucked and sucked. Finally she took her mouth off my cock and said, 'Anytime a girl sucks you, let her suck you until she's had enough. If you want to come, go right ahead—if she doesn't like it, she can spit it out!' "And I could feel it coming, let me tell you. It was all I could do to sit there and not run my hand up and down my cock once, 'cause that's all it would've taken to blow my cookies all over the bed!
"'Want me to suck you off all the way?' I couldn't believe my ears when she asked that. I nodded—I didn't even have the nerve to answer her.
"She smiled and got back to it. This time she bobbed her head up and down, making a windy noise as she sucked. I was ready in an instant it seemed, and then I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth as hard as I could.
"The come damn near exploded out of me. I made her take every drop, and she did, without losing a beat. Her mouth was wrapped around my pecker head, and she let my juices shoot out into her mouth. Every now and then she'd thrust her tongue over my hole.
"I fell back on the bed exhausted. She was still at it. She was licking my cock all over, then sucking on my nuts. It felt good, all right, but I was unable to keep it hard. Soon it wilted. Then she sort of chewed on it, her mouth easily capable of accepting my entire soft cock. It felt good that way in her mouth—warm, wet, secure.
"Then she sat up. 'You've got a lot more of that in you,' she said. 'How old are you?' "I wanted to lie, but I decided not to. I liked her. 'Sixteen,' I answered. She nodded, obviously pleased by my answer.
"'That's good. A little older and you wouldn't be what I'm looking for. Boys your age are the best —you can come and come!' "I figured she was talking about her and me. Hell, it was only natural. By this time I'd figured that she must've fallen in love with me at first sight—boy! talk about a hayseed!—and she was just talking about how good I was.
"Of course, now we both know what she was talking about—my future as a call boy in Miami Beach.
"She was staring at me now. 'You ever measure your cock?' she asked. I said no. 'It's a good-sized one,' she said. 'It might be a good gimmick.' "She was losing me now. She got up and went over to one of her suitcases and opened it up. She rummaged around a while and then came back with a tape measure. 'Get it up,' she said.
"I didn't know what was going on, but I knew better than to object—pumping gas makes you an unquestioning sort of person.
"I grabbed my meat and started beating off. It was easy to get hard again, what with her beautiful naked body right in front of me, just standing there. I leaned forward and sucked on one of her tits and that really got me hard.
"'That's good,' she said. I leaned back and she got to her knees, the tape measure in her hands. She extended it along the topside of my cock. 'Eight inches!' she cried.
"I knew that was good. I smiled at her. 'I'm not impressed,' she said with a smile. 'All cocks feel the same to me. But some women like to deal with big numbers, and that's you!' "Donna's eyes were locked onto my cock. 'No sense letting a good hard on like that get away,' she said.
"She got on the bed, lying on her back, and opened her legs. 'Fuck me,' she said, and her eyes were getting that dazed look that I saw before.
"I climbed aboard. Her cunt was tight as a glove, hot as hell and almost uncomfortable—but those are the best kind, because after you fuck for a while and that cunt loosens up a little, you've got a good fuck going.
"I whipped it in and out a couple of times while she moved her pussy with me, her hips rocking in exact unison with the timing of my thrusts.
"She loved it, that much I could see. No wonder she hustled for a living—she was a born fucker, and the kind of girl who would never be more than a day away from some cock.
"She was hot as hell—I'd forgotten that she didn't get off before, that she'd sucked me off instead—so she really wanted this come.
"And I was in good shape. I'd just come, so I knew I wasn't going to blow off too early or anything like that. I felt I could fuck her forever, give her five or sex comes and make her mine for life.
"Boy, I was something else then.
"She was grinding herself against me, our pubic bones banged against one another as she eagerly thrust up against me, taking all my cock as often as she could. I like to lean back and just let the end of my pecker tickle the cunt, but she wasn't like that. She liked the feel of all eight inches of thick meat in her so she could wiggle around on it, hump it, sit on it, anything as long as it was all in her, from the bulbous head to the thick root.
"She really did know how to fuck! Damn, she had so many moves that I was content to just lie on top of her and let her go through her bag of tricks. Her cunt felt a lot like her mouth. It felt like it was sucking you in and nibbling on your cockhead.
"I could feel my cock swelling, and I realized I was ready to come again. Damn, I thought. It was too soon, because I didn't think she'd even gotten off once!
"I pushed forward, lodging my cock all the way in, and then I took care to keep it there as she twisted and turned. If you're all the way in like that and not sliding back and forth, you can last a little longer because the friction is cut down.
"It was all she needed. She started to groan and bump her hips up at me, and then her legs encircled my back and I felt her lock her heels behind me. She was going crazy, her eyes closed, one hand squeezing her tit until it got almost blood-red.
"I was watching her and beginning to feel dizzy. I'd never seen a girl that liked to fuck as much as she did. It was kind of frightening, but I was so fucking hot I didn't care.
"She humped and humped and then held it, her cunt squeezing my cock very hard with a milking sensation. I began to fuck her back, pulling it out and slamming it in.
"She was so tight now that it was kind of hard going, but I knew she loved it. I worked my cock back and forth in her while she relaxed and let it happen. I fucked her good and proper.
"I'd lost that feeling that I was going to come. I don't know why, but I was able to fuck her hard for about ten minutes, and by then she was almost unconscious from it all. Her legs had fallen off my back and were lying on the bed, and she was totally relaxed under me—almost like fucking a sleeping woman. But I liked it, and I kept it up until she started showing signs of life again.
"Her legs bent at the knees and she began a frenzied humping that was very fast, too fast for me to respond to with humps of my own. Her hips were flying up and down, sucking my cock up and then letting it out.
"She was moaning and groaning, her eyes still closed. I edged my head down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, and when she felt my teeth on her tender meat, she froze. Then slowly she started humping again, her hand on the back of my head, holding my mouth in place.
"She'd lodged the heel of her foot between my buttocks and I could feel the soft flesh of her foot pressing against my asshole. It was a funny feeling, but it was nice.
"I opened my legs a little and I felt it even better. Then she stopped everything and told me to get on my back. I pulled out of her and flopped over on the bed. She was looking at me, her eyes traveling up and down my body.
"'You're going to do very well,' she said, her tongue licking her lips. She leaned forward and sucked on my cock, taking the whole length of my shaft into her mouth. Then she sat up.
"'I want to get on top,' she said. She straddled me and grabbed my cock. Then she sat down on it slowly. I watched her as she did. Her face was really puffy now, her hair all messed up, but she looked better than she had before.
"She let herself down slowly, taking the whole length into her. Then she started sort of spinning on it, twisting from side to side and bouncing up and down on it. She leaned forward and her tits were on a level with my mouth. I raised up a bit and began sucking. First one, then the other. It was great!
"I could feel her pussy even better in this position. She had more control or something, but it seemed to me I could feel the tingling sensations all up and down the length of my cock. It felt like a series of little fingers playing with my meat, feathery touches that drove me crazy. I plowed my cock all the way into her, and she growled and settled back on it, her ass feeling good on my legs.
"I was beginning to lose contact with reality. When that happens, you know you're in a good fuck.
"I reached around behind her and felt the smooth, warm flesh of her buttocks. When she felt my fingers, she froze again ... that told me that it was something she dug.
"I stuck a finger between her cheeks. She moaned and humped, and I prodded further until I touched her asshole. It seemed small and tight, and I tried to wedge my finger in, but it wouldn't go.
"I stuck it down further and got some of her cunt juice on it. Then it slid in nicely, and she really began to go to town. It's funny how many girls like to have something in both ends. She rocked back and forth, first concentrating on my cock and then favoring my finger. Her asshole muscles were really strong and they were giving my finger a real workout.
"Then I felt it coming on, and I knew that this time I was going to come. There was no stopping now. It was racing through me and even if I'd just laid there I'd of come, so I decided to go out with my guns blazing.
"I flipped her over onto her back and really humped my cock into her, very fast, back and forth, very hard. When my come exploded, she gasped and then responded with her own come, very powerful contractions of her cunt. We were both finished after that, and I didn't speak to her again until the next morning."
Although it is not difficult to draw parallels between the case preceding this one (that of Tim S—) and that of Troy D—, the parallelism is interrupted, is brief, and is shortly seen to be noncontinuous. In both instances, the subjects are adolescents, they are forced (though for different reasons and with different attitudes) to leave their parental and family environment, they are approached by persons who may be called "talent scouts for prostitution," they both enter the profession; however, even in that superficial parallelism there are critical differences that add up to bring on two entirely distinct results, or manners of behavior, in the subjects' lives.
What are the differences, and how do they affect the two cases?
Before delving in relative detail into what made Troy D— a "successful" call boy, i.e., what elements were present in his situation that were not in the case of Tim S—, it would be of interest to recap the three major factors which enter into the etiology of prostitution and promiscuity as those factors are presented by James C. Coleman in his authoritative work Abnormal Psychology and Modern Life. After categorizing "sexual deviations" into three major groups, specifically: (a) "deviations involving excessive or deficient sexual activity or desire, such as impotence"; (b) "sexual behavior which involves a basically normal biological pattern but which takes place under antisocial conditions, such as promiscuity"; and (c) "sexual patterns which are considered abnormal in regard to the choice of sexual object, such as homosexuality," Coleman presents the afore mentioned "three factors": Pathogenic family relationships. An appreciable number of sexually delinquent girls come out of family backgrounds in which alcoholism and promiscuous sexual behavior on the part of parents has provided them with undesirable behavior patterns which they in turn imitate. A pathogenic family pattern appears to be particularly damaging in broken homes where the mother sets an example of promiscuity....
The delinquent subculture ... Sexual delinquency is the most common offense among ... juvenile delinquents....
Sexual delinquency as a part of more pervasive psychopathology ... Sexual delinquency is not uncommon among mentally retarded girls who lack an understanding of the possible consequences of their behavior....
If Coleman's three factors are accepted as guidelines to the study of Tim S—'s case, it can be seen that the subject was the product of not a "broken" home but one at least in which some form of discord was present; otherwise it is un-likely that he would have had reasons (real or imaginary) to run away from home. It is also obvious that, totally unprepared for the traps of extrafamilial world, he found himself immediate prey of what might very justifiably be called a delinquent subculture. The third factor, however, that of "sexual delinquency as a part of more pervasive psychopathology," was not present in the subject's personality or character makeup, and it was this absence of a negative trait that precluded him from finding himself "comfortable" within the delinquent sub-culture of prostitutes.
Returning to the case at hand, however, it is clearly seen that Troy D—was the product of a broken home (a situation which he, in fact, tried to remedy the best way he could by working at a service station); he did find himself drawn into the same delinquent subculture as the subject of the preceding case history; and— the critical and catalytic factor in his "settling" within that subculture—he was, as the balance of his case history will show, a victim of what Coleman calls "more pervasive psycho-pathology."
Undoubtedly the fact that he was a few years older than Tim S—of the second case contributed greatly to his acceptance of a call-boy's life. He was considerably more experienced sexually, and his almost maniacal determination to better his financial status (laudable though it was, prompted by his desire to aid his family) leveled any and all inhibitions he might have had. Although even here it is a moot point as to whether he possessed any of the latter. As his narrative progresses, the psychopathological nature of his sexuality begins to emerge. There are signs that there is a strong undercurrent of sadomasochism in his constitution. This might appear somewhat unique in that usually an individual's preferences in that area tend to lean more strongly in either one of the two directions, i.e., sadistic or masochistic. The subject of this case, however, appears to hold no qualms in either being degraded or in degrading someone else.
This could be explained by an internal conflict within the character's psyche, a conflict that will—unless resolved—either bring out the purely sadistic side of his personality or the purely masochistic, or terminate in a case of schizophrenia.
Troy cannot be considered as a totally hedonistic individual (compare the subject of the first case history). A hedonist is entirely egocentric as a rule; he is interested in nothing other than satisfying his pleasure drives, primarily sexual. The subject of this case, on the other hand, regardless of the fact that he appears to enjoy the situation in which he has found himself, is concerned about his mother and siblings' welfare; he contributes a portion of his earnings to their upkeep, and he does conceal the nature of his employment from his family. Consequently, one may interpret his masochistic tendencies as a means by which he is trying to punish himself for the situation in which he has discovered himself as well as for his reluctance, or inability, to alter what he considers to be an easy life-style. His sadistic tendencies are, again, a method by which he is trying to get back at the woman who was responsible for his entering the professional call-boy racket.
It is a situation that is extremely difficult to resolve because of the above-described conflict inherent to it. Troy is grateful to Donna for snatching him out of the service-station environment; he is grateful to her for the fact that she has, so to speak, set him up in a lucrative business; yet, at the same time, he hates her for turning him into what he undoubtedly feels to be not a respectable "professional." It is difficult to say whether Troy actually is bothered by the fact that his line of business is "immoral," or "unethical," or "illegal." The indications that may be garnered from his narrative suggest that beneath all the bravado he attempts to put forth, there is a stifling feeling of guilt.
"I woke up the next morning about two hours before Donna did. I was used to getting up around six o'clock, anyway. The coffee shop opened at seven, so I sat in there drinking coffee and smoking until about nine. It was a big thrill just being in Miami Beach. The people who came into the coffee shop looked so different from the people around Orlando.
"Like I said, at nine I went back to the room. Donna was still asleep, but it was getting on, so I woke her up. She smiled when she saw me and asked me what time it was.
"Later, after she'd dressed and we'd had breakfast in the coffee shop, she explained the situation to me.
"What it was amazed me. 'Look,' she said. 'There are lots of women—rich women—who need sex. They can't take their fun anywhere, with anyone, because they can't have their husbands finding out.' "'Why don't they just fuck their husbands?' I asked.
"She shook her head. 'No good. First of all, their husbands usually have someone like me on the side, and these guys are too old to be taking care of two women. It's all they can do to handle one!' "'So?' "'So there's a really good future for a boy like you here. You're sixteen—that gives you about ten years to really make it—and you can.""Go on,' I said. It was getting interesting. Anything that sounded like a way to make a living without pumping gas was interesting to me. Not to mention that this was fun.
"'Here's how it works. I tie you in with an answering service that I know. For a percentage, of course. Anyway, they'll refer you to various ladies, and the ladies will tell you where and when. You pretty much set your own price, but be careful to deliver what you promise. These women don't like to get burned.' "'You mean that all I have to do is make love to women and they'll pay me?' "'Through the nose, honey. You're a good one for this—big, strong, and handsome. Up your age a little—tell them you're twenty. They like that age. It sounds more manly. But what they'll really love is your teen-age pecker and all those comes!' "I sat back and thought about it. I knew it wasn't something Mom would be proud of, but it sounded like a way in which I could sent her enough money to get out of the financial hole she was in, and even maybe let my kid brothers go to college.
"'I'd like to give it a try.' "'I knew you would. You're not a dumb kid. You'll make plenty, believe me.' "We left the motel and drove to an apartment house. She'd lived there the year before, and she wanted to see if they had anything available. They did, a nice one-bedroom furnished apartment for two-hundred dollars a month. I swallowed when I heard that price. Back near Orlando, we paid fifty dollars a month for a three-bedroom house.
"'You can stay here for a while, until you get settled,' Donna said. 'But you can't stay for long. I can't have you here when my men come up, and I can't even take a chance on them sensing that a man lives here. Each one of the men I go with likes to think he's the only one.' "That sounded good to me. 'How long before I can put some money together?' I asked. From what I'd seen of rents, my fifty dollars wasn't going to get me very much.
"Donna sat down by the phone in the lobby and dialed a number. 'Hi. This is Donna. Listen, I've got a boy with me—he's perfect! I'd like you to push his name a little, he needs the money now!' "It was that easy. Donna briefed the person on the phone with my vital statistics, and we decided to use the name Troy. Sounds real phony, but that's what they like—a real make-believe trip.
"We moved in that day. I was a big help to Donna, rearranging the furniture until it was just what she wanted. About four in the afternoon the phone rang. It was the answering service, and it was an assignment for me.
"Donna took down the information and then hung up. She turned to me. 'Here it is. Your first one.' She paused, lighting a cigarette. 'Look, let me give you some advice.' I could tell she was uneasy. She wasn't the type who handed out advice, and she didn't like doing it.
"'First off, don't be afraid to charge these bitches whatever you think they'll pay. You'll be able to tell when you see the look in their eyes—if they dig you, charge like hell. Another thing. If they ask you to do something and you agree, you'd damned well better do it. If you don't, they'll complain to the service and you'll be through!' "I nodded. I couldn't think what in hell a girl could ask me to do that I'd balk at.
"'Go to the corner of Collins—that's the first street over from here—and walk north three blocks. There's an Italian restaurant on the corner. Stand there and she'll pick you up. Her name's Mrs. Gloria C—.' "I nodded. 'That's it?' "'That's it. Do the best you can.' She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I suddenly realized that if I wasn't careful my relationship with Donna was going to degenerate into one of those awful brother-sister things. I didn't want that at all!
"I left the apartment and walked to the restaurant. I was still excited from just being in Miami Beach—all the traffic and the big-city look that the people had.
"About ten minutes after I arrived, a big Lincoln glided up to the curb and the back door opened. 'Get in,' a woman's voice said.
"I got in. She was nice-looking, but a little older than I'd expected. Of course, most of the women that I deal with are middle-aged, but I didn't know that then. I guess it showed on my face.
"She asked, 'Something wrong, my dear?' "I shook my head. 'No. I'm new in town. Guess I'm just a little stunned by it all.' "She patted my head and smiled. 'That's fine, Troy. I like young boys right off the farm. So refreshing.' "We drove for about fifteen minutes, taking one of the causeways over to Miami. We finally stopped at a small motel. The chauffeur made the arrangements and returned with the key. Not once did he ever glance at me. I was beginning to feel like I didn't exist.
"We entered the room and Gloria walked around, commenting on the tacky this and the cheap-looking that. She was beginning to be a pain in the ass, but I knew this was going to be my job so I grinned at her. "Want to get going?' I asked softly, trying to cover my nervousness.
"She stopped and looked at me, a funny smile on her face. 'My, how eager. Did they tell you about me, Troy? About what I like?' "Nobody had told me anything. I shook my head.
"'Well,' she said as she began to undress. I got hard watching her, and I was glad to see that I'd have no trouble responding to her. As a matter-of-fact, I was pretty excited about the prospects of fucking a woman old enough to be my mother.
"'Do you like what you see, Troy?' She was naked now, parading around, turning like a model for me. 'You're a fine-looking woman,' I said.
"She came over to the bed. 'Let me see what you look like, Troy. Stand up and take off your clothes.' "I stood up and pulled my shirt off, then my shoes and pants. My cock popped out when I slid my shorts off and it was damned big and hard. She whistled softly when she saw it.
"'You've got a big ... future here in Miami Beach,' she said. She walked over to me and took my cock in her soft hand. 'So hard!' she said, and I grinned. 'Just tell me where you want it,' I said.
"She smiled and backed up to the bed, leading me by my cock. She sat down and opened her legs. I was standing in front of her. 'You'd like me to suck you, wouldn't you?' she asked.
"I smiled. 'Sure,' I said.
"'Too bad. I'm the one who's paying, sonny! Get on your knees!' I didn't like the new tone in her voice, but I did as I was told.
"I was kneeling right in front of her hairy, wet pussy. She opened her legs. 'Take a good look, handsome. I want you to see exactly what a pussy looks like.' Her hand was there, rubbing and opening her snatch.
"'Suck it for a while,' she said. I leaned forward and began drinking at her pussy. I liked doing that, sucking her meat into my mouth, biting the flesh, tickling her little clit. She liked it, too.
"'Good, good,' she said. Then she turned around, climbing up onto the bed. She was on all fours. 'Lick my ass,' she said. I stood there. 'Didn't you hear me? Lick my ass!' "This wasn't what I'd expected, but it was still easier than pumping gas. I got behind her and opened her cheeks with my hands. Her asshole wasn't bad looking—tight and curled and pink. I put my lips to it. It had no taste or odor. I began wetly kissing the knot of flesh, then I snaked my tongue out and ran it-around the rim.
"Her hips started working as she rolled her ass around my face, and it felt good. Her buttocks were warm and smelled like baby powder. I was surprised to find that I enjoyed what I was doing—I enjoyed it a lot.
"That was my secret as a call boy. I enjoy anything that has to do with sex. There was nothing I wouldn't do.
"Gloria's asshole was all wet now from my tongue, but it was also opening up, begging me to stick my tongue in there—deep.
"It was an amazing thing to see. It went from a tight little curl of flesh to an open pouting hole. I slid my tongue in and she spun her hips and back up against me. 'Yes!' she screamed. 'Do that!' "I sank my tongue all the way in and she twisted and turned on it. I was loving it myself. She reached between her legs and began finger-fucking herself, so I reached around and squeezed a big melon tit. She moaned as I squeezed harder. The harder I squeezed the more she liked it.
"Then I decided to take over the show. I got up and turned her around. 'Suck it,' I said. She eagerly dove on my cock, sucking and chewing while she continued to finger herself.
"'That's enough,' I said. 'Get on your hands and knees again.' She did, and I stood behind her. I was standing alongside the bed and she was on it. My cock was right on her asshole.
"'Hold still,' I ordered. Then I began to wedge my now-wet cock into her asshole. She gasped and started to pull away, but I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back onto my rod.
"It slid in about three inches. She was begging for mercy, but I could tell she loved it. Before a minute had passed, I was in to the hilt, and she was spinning around on it like an old whore.
"I can tell you, the first time you fuck a woman in the ass, it's a good fuck. Her muscles are strong and the asshole's usually tight, plus you get the extra bang of fucking from behind, which I especially like.
"I fucked her that way for about five minutes, and I fucked her pretty hard. I was hoping that she wouldn't bleed or anything, and she didn't. But I bet she had a sore ass for a few days.
"Then as she came and I could feel her body relaxing, I slowly pulled my cock out, and it looked pretty bad. I turned her around. 'Clean it up,' I said, hoping my voice didn't betray the uncertainty I felt.
"I was the one getting paid, and I guess I was coming on pretty strong, but she didn't seem to mind. Of course, now I know that women like being dominated, ordered around, and humiliated. That's why they're going out with whores in the first place.
"She leaned forward and began licking, cleaning up my shaft. I let her go with it for a while and then I felt a come. I decided to hold off a bit and really give her a ride.
"I knew she dug pain, so I looked around the room for something to use. The only thing I saw was the belt on my pants. I walked over and got it. She sort of scooted up to the head of the bed when she saw what I was doing.
"'I don't like that,' she said in a weak voice.
"'You will, Gloria, trust me.' I gave her a smile, and she sort of smiled back, but I could see she was worried. Maybe she'd never done this kind of thing before, I don't know. It struck me as the one thing she would really dig.
"I made her lie down with her legs spread. I stood alongside the bed, the belt in my hand. As I looked at her I saw her cunt start to puff. She was digging it, all right.
"I popped her very lightly with the belt. It caught her across the tits, and she closed her eyes and moaned. I knew that was it.
"I continued on her tits, first one, then the other. I started concentrating on the nipples, laying the tip of the belt—not the metal end—across her nipples.
"Then I shifted targets and began stroking her pussy with it. I didn't swing it. I held the leather in my hand and rubbed her with it. She was going crazy.
"Then I stood back and slapped her cunt with the belt a few times. She was going mad now, her hips moving, her cunt completely open.
"Then I began to really work on her, laying the belt in there pretty hard. She responded like a crazy woman, almost screaming as the lash of the belt bit into her. There was no blood, and I wasn't damaging her in any way, but it must've stung like hell.
"I was hoping that she wasn't going to hold all this against me later. You know, so many women behave one way when they're fucking and then turn around on you later.
"I felt I was going to dig doing sex for a living, and I didn't want to blow it my first time out.
"I stopped with the belt because she was beginning to lose control of herself. I was afraid she'd piss on the bed or something. She was lying there, writhing in sexual agony, so I figured that what she needed was a good straight-out fucking to fix her up. My cock was still good and hard. I climbed on her and wedged my cock right into her pussy. She gasped when she felt my thickness enter her, and I could feel her stretching her pussy with her hands to accommodate it.
"It was damned tight. She was a small-pussy woman, and I love them the best. They make you feel like a bull. But I could tell my length and thickness was almost too much for her. But we were making it, and that was the important thing.
"Finally, I was all the way in and she was grinding below me, gasping, her legs on top of mine. She was curled around me with her pussy arched against me at an angle that allowed me to pull my meat all the way out and then slam it all the way in. She loved that. Now that her cunt was all ready for me, she wanted as much as I had.
"I unloaded into her, giving her a ride that I knew she was going to remember. I stroked her cunt for a good ten minutes. She came and came, and finally, I got off myself and poured my juices into her. When they hit, she started puffing for breath and holding me tighter and tighter.
"Later, after we'd showered and dressed, I talked to her for a while. She wasn't one for conversation. She treated me like a servant, but we both knew what had gone on, and we both knew who'd been in charge, so that softened her a little. We had a good time until the chauffeur came back.
"They gave me a lift back to Miami Beach. By the time I got back to Donna's pad, I was feeling pretty tired. She opened the door with a big smile on her face. 'Success!' she said. It seemed that Gloria had already called the service and told them what a damned good time I'd given her. I was in.
"We opened a bottle of champagne that Donna had bought, and I had my first taste of good booze. Naturally, I got drunk and had to be put to bed, but it was well worth it.
"The funny thing was I hadn't mentioned money to Gloria. I'd forgotten all about it, and she thought that I was so confident in my virility that I knew she'd pay like crazy to get more of me!
"She sent a hundred dollars to the service that afternoon. I got eighty of it, and it was the easiest money I'd ever earned.
"Let me tell you one more little story about those days. It'll give you a chance to see how mixed up the world can get.
"I was making between one hundred and two hundred a day for a while. It was tax-free, of course, and that kind of loot adds up in a hurry.
"I sent mom a hundred a week—plenty for them —and put most of what was left in a savings account. By the end of my first year in Miami, I had almost twenty-four-thousand dollars in the bank.
"Not bad for a seventeen-year-old ex-gas pumper. I always lived conservatively, and I didn't throw my money around. Don't now, either.
"But I never thought I'd do that well. Anyway, a week or so after I got started we got a call through the service. I was visiting Donna for lunch, for I'd already had my own place.
"The service said that it was a damned important call, so I washed up and changed clothes back at my place. The date was for three o'clock, so I took my time and got to the agreed meeting place with ten minutes to spare.
"It was the usual scene—car picked me up, woman in the back seat. It was always the same, even when the job was only a week old.
"We drove to an old estate on the mainland and parked. The main house was about fifty years old. Four stories, immense. We walked in. To my surprise there were other people there.
"The place was beautiful inside. There was maybe a million dollars' worth of art in the living room alone. It was that kind of place.
"I recognized a lot of faces in that room—politicians, celebrities, business executives. Everyone was having a good time. There was dancing, a table filled with food, a bartender serving drinks. I joined in and started eating and drinking with the rest.
"Of course, I didn't do that on my own. I was told to by the woman who brought me. As I looked around the room, I began to recognize people in the same line of work as me. There were five girls and two other guys—all hustlers like, me—mixing and talking and behaving like regular guests.
"Well, what it was, of course, was an orgy. And because they wanted to make sure the thing got going and stayed going they'd brought in some professional help.
"Just like they hire people to cater the food and drink at their parties. The very rich seem to like the idea of that professional touch even in their sex!
"I didn't mind. Of course, I realized we were going to be treated like performing seals, but the money was good and I was having a good time, too.
"What they finally had me do was strip in the middle of the room. As the rest of the guests walked around me, checking me out, I smiled at each one. There were a couple of guys who looked like they'd jump in, but I didn't want that.
"Finally, one of the women stepped forward. She was the wife of a local millionaire, and her husband was standing right there, grinning from ear to ear.
"She got right with it. In a few seconds she was as naked as me, and the crowd cheered and applauded her. Someone dimmed the lights.
"She walked right over to me and got on her knees. In front of all those people, mind you. I stood there, my cock hard as a rock. I could see she dug what she was doing too much to stop despite the crowd. She leaned forward and slid my cock into her mouth, and when I felt those soft lips curl around my shaft, I knew she was a cocksucker born to the trade.
"Everyone crowded around us, and several guests were telling her what to do. Their language was strictly vulgar and I was sort of surprised to see them acting that way—especially towards one of their own.
"She sucked and sucked and while she was doing that, everyone else was getting naked, and pretty soon they were groping all around us. The whole scene turned into a gigantic orgy and the only one who wasn't balling or sucking was, of all people, her husband. He just sat there watching his wife suck off a complete stranger. He looked like he was digging it, and I was glad of that.
"I made three hundred for that party. It was one of the most successful nights in my life."
The greatest challenge that the subject of this case will have to face is that of pecuniary greed. The second is that of resisting the temptation to self-recriminate himself for the nature of the business in which he found himself, a business which, as he puts it, "his mother would not have been proud of." It is felt that in spite of the fact that the subject appears to have almost acclimatized himself to the questionability of his situation, he still manifests some signs of self-respect, and this same self-respect, now that he is fairly well off financially, might put him back on the path to a more ego-rewarding life-style.