Chapter 5
On-the-Line Lover
"The campus quad seemed half its usual size when all the kids settled down for lunch. I was eating with some of the guys when a particularly fine little fox tripped by, her mini-skirt half-way up her little butt.
"Davey grinned over at me. 'What you lookin' at, man? Your tongue's hanging down to your fly!' "I threw a crumpled candy wrapper at him and was about to sock it to him about his own girl-peeping when I suddenly realized he rarely, if ever, showed any particular interest in the local talent. And I knew he was no fag.
"'Hey, how is it you never pick up on the furry little chickens yourself? I mean, this school grows them nice, what with the dumb broads all thinking they'll get discovered and all.' I singled out a lovely young thing in hot-pants and a tight sweater. Her tits were braless under the knit, and her little nipples just about poked holes through the sweater. Let me tell you, I'm no sex-fiend or anything, but there were some days I went through my classes with a hard on that would not go down! I stared at the way this chick's pretty little ass peeped through the bottom of her hot-pants. 'Some of them are even worthy of your fucking attention.' "He eyed the girl dispassionately and shrugged. 'I just don't need it, Ken, loverman, baby. I got all the action I can handle right now.' He looked around, saw that the other guys were arguing over a recent football score, and edged closer. 'I not only got enough—even more than enough—I also got me women, man, not these dumb-assed little girls who don't know yet what to do with what they got. Women, Kenny, my boy, women who know just what to do to make a guy get it on good!' "He moved still closer, his blue eyes bright with an excitement he couldn't quite hide behind his habitual super-cool. 'Not only that, but they pick up the tab! And that includes a little piece of change in my jeans, too! To say nada about these out-of-sight meals and shows and stuff!' "I was confused and willing to show it. But before I could ask what he was talking about, Fast Man planted himself between us. He was noisily demanding a blow by blow rundown of the last school football game.
"Davey got up then. He winked at me. 'I'll pick you up after fifth period, if you want. I just got me some wheels, you know.' His voice was bland as hell, but I knew he'd been frothing at the mouth for a car.
"I watched him walk away, arrogant as hell, leaving me to figure out what in hell he'd been rapping about. Sure, I was damn curious.. And yeah, I admit it, it also sounded damn good.
"Then Judy popped up out of nowhere. She sat down next to me on the grass, a half-eaten cheese sandwich in her hand. I ignored her while I gave Fast Man an argument about the merits or lack of regarding that particular game. Some guys really get up-tight over a dumb-assed football game, like it was really important or something. Our team had simply blown it, that was all, and there was no point in making a big deal out of it. Finally, Fast Man took off, continuing his relentless search to find someone who shared his view that the team had been robbed.
"'You still mad at me?' Judy asked, addressing the cheese sandwich, now three-quarters gone.
"I decided to talk to my Coke. 'Why should I be mad?' I asked coolly. I was playing the Bogart I-could-careless game. But we both knew. Boy, did we ever!
"Judy had promised to finally break down and let me fuck that cute little cunt of hers, finally, after about a million dates and near-fucks.- She had finally promised. Shit, we could have built our own brave new world entirely populated with my sperm from all the times I'd come in her hand or in my bed after a date with the little bitch! She'd gotten me worked up so many times that I'd finally decided to hell with her. She could find some other cat to turn on only to shut him down. I'd had it.
"So she'd called me, her prim voice kind of scared but sure, like she'd come to some big decision. She was actually going to let me throw it to her! Even though I was on the point of dropping her, let me tell you, those words almost had me dropping my rocks on Mom's clear kitchen floor! We set it up for the following Friday, and I thought it would never get here.
"I like to do things right, so I took the life savings, sprung for a really fancy dinner, two tickets to Superstar at the Bowl, and rented me a room at a plush motel! It was supposed to be her first shagging, right? So old Ken boy figures she should do it in style. Nothing but the best for my baby. Yeah! Sure! Power to the prick-teasers! Bullshit!
"The dinner was the greatest, and Superstar was all and more than I'd hoped. It was turning out to be the best night of my life. Then, after some coffee and pie, we headed for the motel. I was cool, you know—no big deal, just a nice old loving fuck between me and my girl. Only it didn't work that way.
"Let me tell you something about Judy. She's really a cute little chick. A natural blonde, with the kind of bouncy body that usually turns out to be even nicer without clothing than it is with, only it seems kind of hard to believe when you look at her in a mini-dress. I'm not quite eighteen yet, but I've been around. So when I say Judy's a doll, even for that movie-town school I go to, take my word for it. A livin', lovin' doll! Or so I thought.
"We'd been dating off and on for better than three years, and I'd never gotten any further than some really heavy fooling around. Oh, I'd gotten those sweet little tits of hers into my mouth, and I've fingered her cunt a dozen or more times. She'd even jacked me off a few times! But that was it, with a capital I. No way would she let me fuck her. She out and out refused to suck me off or, for that matter, she wouldn't even kiss it for me. And when I finally tried, out of absolute desperation and figuring that would do it, tried to lick her gooey little box, she acted like I was Percy Pervert or something, even though most of the guys go that route, if only to light a match under their dolly's ass. But not old Judy. She was perfectly happy to have me go home and jack off date after date, every once in a while condescending to do it for me. Bullshit! I was a big man around that school, and I didn't have to play around like a kid. Judy knew it, too, so she finally gave the go ahead. And she was even bitch enough to fool me into thinking she had changed her mind because she wanted it, too!
""The fancy motel would ordinarily have boggled her mind, but the whole night had been so dazzling Judy had been shocked into silence.
"I whistled while I undressed, faking casualness while Judy was taking a bath. I wanted her to regard the whole thing in a hip way. I mean, this was Judy, for Christ's sake, not some run of the mill chick you pick up to ball. Like she was my chick. You know, the whole bit. Maybe even the marriage bit one of these days.
"She came out of the john wearing a knock-out gown slit up to the crotch with these cute little hot-pants underneath. Listen, I could have done without those hot-pants. I was itching to get that tight, little hole of hers wrapped around my cock. I grabbed her and started tongue-kissing her right away.
"She felt good in my arms, especially with that nothing she was wearing. I hadn't bothered putting on anything to wear, so it was just me, my rigid cock and Judy with her thin little gown and a nicely locked door.
"We played mouth games for a while, kissing and sliding our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. I was so damn hot that at first I didn't sense anything wrong. I mean, I'd waited a hell of a long time for this! I slipped my hands into her gown and grasped each perfect tit, squeezing them gently, being a little surprised at their fullness. She'd never seemed this big before. I ducked my head and sucked a pale nipple into my mouth. My dick was so damn hard I could have plugged her ten times before it would've gone down. 'How do you get this damned thing off?' I asked, tilting my head to look up at her.
"That was my first surprise. Judy was anything but out of her mind with passion. In fact, she looked worried. But once she realized I was looking at her, she plastered a smile on her frozen face and got busy removing the gown.
"My prick didn't wilt the least little bit. Not looking at her perfect body, I reached down immediately to rub her cunt. Then I slipped a finger inside her. As I'd suspected, she was bone-dry, with just enough cream in her cunt to lubricate my finger. Man, let me tell you, that was an ego crusher! Here I was, worked up like that, and old Judy might have been doing her math for all the passion she was obviously showing.
"Then I thought again. After all, she might just be a little scared and nervous. I should be gentle with her, not on some busted ego trip. So I stretched my nakedness over hers, rested my weight on my elbows, and, very gently, not touching her except with my body, sort of giving her a chance to get used to it, I began to kiss her. First I only grazed her lips, then I put on a little pressure. Her sweet tits were poking holes in my chest and I could feel the furry warmth of her pussy inches below my cock, but I kept on, kissing her, giving her the tongue, sucking on her pouty bottom lip.
"When I figured she must be warming up, I carefully lowered some of my weight on her more deliberately, allowing my chest to grind into her soft tits a little. And I brought my belly squarely on top of hers. The fine hairs of her crotch tickled the base of my belly, and my spreading thighs. Then I began kissing her for real.
"I don't know when it hit me, or when I knew for sure. There's nothing of the mystic about me, and I sure as hell had a lack of experience about these things. But somehow, as my belly pressed into hers, I became aware of a peculiar hardness to her mid-section, a steely plate resting somewhere beneath the layer of soft flesh. Maybe it was the way we were plastered together. Or something in the way she didn't quite look at me. I swear I don't know. But one minute I was all primed for a fine ride, feeling a little as I did when those TV ads urged me to 'Fly Annie to Atlanta.' I was all set for the big takeoff, hot to 'fly' Judy to the moon. Then I suddenly put together her weird attitude, those fuller-than-remembered tits of hers, the steel plate turn-turn ... I came up with pregnant. In spades.
"The freaky trip suddenly got to me. Man, that hunk of meat of mine began to shrink like it had been given a once-over with an ice cube. 'You knocked up, Judy?' I got out, rolling off her.
"This time she looked at me. She didn't even have the balls to look ashamed. 'Two months.' "Two months! Two months ago I was climbing walls to get into her pants, and she was having none of it! And here she was letting some guy....
"'It's this biker cat. He sort of overwhelmed me, you know? I thought I really loved him. But last week I found out the bastard was already married....
"I didn't want to hear about it. I was feeling kind of sick. Pretty soon she shut up. 'So what are you going to do about it?' "She shrugged. 'Tell my mom, what else? I'll tell her some biker raped me, and I didn't want to tell her about it because there was nothing she could've done anyway, and now I'm pregnant. She'll get me fixed up. At least that's legal now.' "I nodded, really having nothing to say one way or the other. Then Judy touched my arm.
"'You still can. Ball me, I mean. I wasn't trying to lay a trap on you or anything. I mean, I can't get any more pregnant, can I?' "But somehow I'd gotten out of the mood. 'Forget it, Judy. Another time, huh? Come on, let's get you home.' "I played it pretty cool, even giving her a quick kiss at the door and wishing her luck with her mother. But when she asked me if I was still mad, we both knew the answer.
"Choking down the remains of my Coke, I casually got up and glanced at my watch. 'Gotta go. I have to meet Davey this afternoon, which means cutting study period. So I better get on my trig. See you around, Judy.' I nodded to the guys and took off, deliberately not looking back. Thinking of Judy was too painful. Instead I thought again of Davey.
"His 'wheels' turned out to a nearly new Vega. I was impressed. Even more, I was up-front nosy. Davey didn't even have a part-time job, and his folks couldn't afford to buy him a car like this.
"He laid out the whole thing for me right away, over a joint as we parked in the local lovers' lane in the hills. That was the deadest place in the world during the day, a perfect place to smoke a little dope and talk in private.
"'I was hitching a ride, as usual, and this older chick picks me up, dig?' he began, passing me the joint. 'You know how rare it is when a woman gives a guy a ride. Well, this was even weirder, because she was in a really nice car, and she wasn't a bad looking broad. Just the type for a rape and rip the car off trip, if that was your bag. But she was real nice, maybe a little nervous, but I got the feeling it wasn't out of fear. She kept looking me over, and finally, she offered to take me all the way where I was going if I wanted to wait until she picked up something or other over at her house first.' "I waited impatiently as he went to work on that joint for a while. I was gently stoned already.
"'She lived in this really cool house out in Westwood. Her husband was out of town, she said, and she sure was nervous at being alone at night in the place. Then, like it was something she only just thought about, she comes up with this big plan. If I would stay at the house with her that night, she would give me ten dollars! You know, like for baby-sitting or body-guarding or something. Well, I'm no dumbo, and I suddenly take me a second look at the way the chick is eye-balling me. Then I look around the big pad. Shit, I don't know what came over me, but I said sure, for twenty, though. I gave her a bullshit story about having a chance to make twenty that night at a friend's body shop. So this chick—Linda's her name—goes for it! After a phone call home and to this chick I was supposed to take in a flick with, I was all settled in for the night.' "All that was left of the joint was a bit of cigarette paper. He rolled it into a ball with his stained fingertips.
"'Don't keep me hanging there, man. Get on with it, Davey!' He was fascinating the shit out of me.
"Grinning, he continued. 'It was the greatest. Linda fixes me a dinner like you never saw, with stuff in wine sauce and a drink before, during and after the meal. Then we watched TV a little, and finally, she goes off to get into something comfortable, I figure. Only I'm wrong, and the chick comes out bare-assed naked! She's like got to be damn near forty, but she looks good! So she plunks herself down on the couch next to me and we get on with the action. Shit! That broad would have swung from the ceiling if I'd wanted her to! And did she ever dig everything! Listen, I learned more that night than all my other balling trips put together! I creamed my guts out and so did she!' He paused to take a puff, then went on.
"'In the morning she gave me the twenty I'd asked for and another ten just because I'd taken such good care of her, she said. Then she sucked me off again ... for the road, I guess, and gave me a ride to school. Man! I couldn't wait to see her again.' He looked down at a jagged thumbnail, then began chewing on it. 'I saw her a few more times, then she introduced me to Paula, a friend of her, a widow, I think. Paula offered me twenty-five bucks if I'd come spend a night with her. That was great, too, but not quite as meaty as Betty, who was next. Paula was a little on the skinny side. By that time Linda and Paula wanted to know if I knew any other young studs, you dig? So I brought over some guys I knew, telling them up-front I wanted a cut. They were all for it, and now I've got more action than I can possibly handle, and every bit of it is better than the one before. So I got all the sex I can handle, of a high-class type. I've been able to make payments on this car, and I'm never hurting for bread. It's a cash-on-the-line job, you dig?' He laughed. 'Still wonder why I could care less about the teeny-bopper cunts with their big mouths and twitching asses? An older chick doesn't hassle your head. She knows what she wants, what you want, and what it's worth. Man, I used to have to beg some of these school chicks for a piece of tail! Beg for it! And when they finally give it to you, most of 'em don't do much more than wiggle once or twice!' Grinning, he bit off a final piece of nail. 'These women, though, know how to milk the come right out of your balls. And they pay you for the honor, too.' "Right. Okay. For sure. So it took me all of about three seconds to ask Davey to fix me up with one of them. I mean, after all—especially after Judy—I was more than ready!
"Davey sized me up, the prick, as if he already didn't know I was about forty times better looking, better built and better hung than he could ever hope to be!
"Finally, he flashed me the old grin and asked if I was doing anything special that night.
"I grinned right back. 'I wasn't, but now I am ... "As soon as I got home, I wolfed down a giant tuna sandwich loaded with hard-boiled eggs and stuff, helping it along with two glasses of milk. I didn't want to be loaded when I went with Davey. This sounded like too much of a good thing to pass up.
"My folks came home from the shop just as I was finishing up. They were laughing at something or other as they came through the door, wrapped up in each other as usual. All the other kids I knew envied me my parents. They were still so young-looking, and they were still stoned on each other. I guess all that's great, but sometimes I'd get to feeling sort of left out, you know, as if I were only passing through town or something.
"As I put away the sandwich stuff, I glanced over at Mother while I told them the story I'd made up about spending the night at a friend's house. She nodded absentmindedly, thinking of something else, probably Dad. It hit me then that she was probably about the same age as the woman I would see that night. I thought about that a minute, testing it in my head. But nothing went tilt or anything. Mom was still a groovy-looking chick. In fact, I gave her an extra big smile as I went out the door, more eager than ever to meet Davey and get on with the show."
Ken T—presents a situation that is almost diametrically contrary to the pattern that has been holding true in the cases studied so far. If anything, his case brings out the fact that in modern society, with its complicated life-styles, its often contrasting outlooks on life from one member to another, no all-inclusive pattern can be established.
The subject of this case history was not the product of a broken home; he did not leave the family environment to become entrapped in a delinquent subculture; he was not motivated to espouse the life-style of a call boy by any pressing financial need or out of desperation: neither was he an uneducated societal dropout. What, then, incited him toward prostitution, temporary though his involvement there will probably be?
The impression one gets, particularly toward the end of the subject's narrative, is that he decided to imitate his friend Dave's life-style because it was a sexually gratifying variation on the life he had been leading up to that point. Ken was obviously a youth who had no problems in finding sex partners among the college coeds; sex was free for the taking and thereby offered no challenge of "conquest" that often appears essential to a man's ego. His reasoning might have been of a purely egotistic nature. He was assured of his sexual powers over his peers; he wanted to take it a step further and see if he could indeed do what Dave was doing; specifically, get paid for his sexual acts.
The immediate question that such reasoning brings is: If one is assured of one's capabilities, why should one want proof of them? The answer is that, in spite of the tenor of the subject's narrative— a narrative that is extremely flippant, flamboyant, and filled with bravado—the subject appears to be suffering from an inferiority complex. And that inferiority complex, a fear of inadequacy, appears to be the pervading atmosphere of the modern times. Myron Brenton, in his The American Male, goes into extensive detail on this subject. He writes: The contemporary male faces sexual responsibilities far exceeding those of men in earlier times. He must gratify himself and his sexual partner. He has to make sure he's a better lover—or at least no worse—than other men. He has to cope with the sexually liberated woman, something that can require a considerable amount of coping. He has to put up with the bittersweet fact that while sex is fortunately no longer hidden away in the Victorian darkness, it has been pushed all the way to the other extreme, where every aspect is spotlighted for detailed examination—and himself along with it.
Further on in his work, Brenton returns to this theme again. He points out specifically: The contemporary American male as lover is caught up in a welter of contradictions. The masculine stereotype demands that he be sexually virile and attentive, but he devotes most of his psychic and physical energies to making a success of himself in the breadwinning role. To make love freely and spontaneously, he must acknowledge his sexual partner erotically; yet too often his stereotyped view of her gets in the way of real eroticism. He lives in a society that exposes him to an unceasing array of sexual stimuli, yet severely limits his response to them. He expects to be the dominant figure in a sexual relationship, but the social and sexual patterns he follows tend to make his woman the controlling figure. He enjoys bragging a bit about how he likes the girls, but many of his attitudes reflect rather more hostility—or at least suspicion—than they do liking....
So, again, there is the hostility present, although the subject of this case manages to conceal it. As a matter-of-fact, he gives vent to his hostilities toward women not by verbally degrading them, or my manifesting any overt sadistic tendencies in his sexual acts with them, but by making them pay him for the use of his "masculine, sexual powers."
And what of the women? What about the clients of male prostitutes? What attitudes do they have toward the carnal transaction?
In most instances involving women who would be able to find gratification without having to resort to paying their partner for the services it appears that the motivation is to establish within their "women's liberation" philosophy a somewhat false basis for their independence. They are, in their minds, reversing the long-established, and unquestionably unjust feeling among men that women are the property of the men. They pay for them. They support them. Now, the women are able to say that they, too, can do it.
What it appears to amount to is a veritable battle of the sexes in which the weapons are sex and money. The incongruousness of the entire situation, however, lies in the fact that Ken, and the other call boys, as well as the women, are equating the inequitable, with some placing more value on money than on sexual gratification, with others doing the opposite, and both, in the process, destroying the possibility of existence for the essential —emotional involvement, admiration, respect, and love.
As the subject's narrative is resumed, one cannot help but feel that it is a dirge to all healthy relationships.
"Davey checked me out like I was a slave on the block up for grabs. 'Hmmm ... wear my gold suede-cloth shirt. The one with the laces at the neck.' "Since he seemed to mean it I shrugged and changed. Then I glanced at myself. I looked pretty good, I guessed. The gold shirt played up my tan and did something to my greenish eyes while showing off my muscles. Shit, I was beginning to feel like a girl getting ready to turn a trick, for Christ's sake.
"'Okay, let's split,' Davey finally said, glancing at his watch, a gift from Linda.
"We drove in silence, though I had a million questions. I was mildly surprised when Davey stopped off to pick up Brent H— and Gary K—, two guys I knew slightly. Gary had dropped out to join the hippie thing, and Brent was going to State College, last I'd heard. 'This better be good,' he remarked, getting into the back seat. 'I've got a test tomorrow.' "'Relax, man,' Gary sighed. 'I just told you. It's more than good. It's mind-blowing, outta sight, great! Beats workin' all to hell.' "The house was on Sunset Drive, and it looked damned expensive. Shit, an outhouse would be expensive in that part of town. We piled out of the car and jammed on into the house as if we owned it, and a flash of how we must look came to mind. Trooping in together this way, we looked like a pack of overly big, cornfed, healthy young studs —exactly what we were. But the thought didn't make me feel ashamed or uptight or anything. In fact, if anything, it sharpened my appetite for what was to come. Like I felt all male and all stud, kind of like soldiers must feel before they set out to take a city or something of that sort.
"The chicks were all talking quietly in a big, plush room with a built-in bar. They were drinking out of real pretty glasses, like you see in the movies, and they all looked us over like we were today's special ... the blue-plate special.
"'Davey! Good! Will you introduce us to your friends?' She touched him lightly on his arm, and my belly did flip-flops. Even though Davey had given me a complete once-over about the scene, I just didn't expect Linda to be this good-looking. Or, well, shit, this much of a lady! She was something, dressed in a well-fitting gray dress that showed real class, but still a lot of leg, with a sort of metallic strip on her shoes that really played up her small feet. Her earrings looked like real pearls, and her makeup was just right, like her soft brown hair color. Just right, not trying to look too young or anything. Class. And the tits and ass under the fancy dress also looked just right. I knew instantly I was going to like this job.
"The other women were cool, too. Paula was on the thin side and a little older than the others, but she looked fine to me in her green slack suit. Betty was another classy broad with very black hair and big knockers. Andrea was very quiet, but kind of cute, and the perfume she wore must have cost a fortune from the smell of it. All in all, the four women were pretty damn groovy. I'd been more than happy to shag any one of them for free, much less for dinner, booze, money, and I'm sure whatever else I'd want.
"The only thing in the way of a kick-back happening as far as I could tell was that old Davey got a cut off the top from everyone—from the women for the introductions, and he'd made it pretty clear we were supposed to lay a little bread on him, too. Also, it was obvious we were to have a little party, with the chicks looking us over and working it out between each other who was to get who. Oh, and before the first drink was gone, they had asked each of us for our phone numbers. Linda said she was in need of some part-time help, Andrea complained of car trouble, Betty sometimes heard prowlers and had no one to call, and Paula just plain asked for my number.
"I'd known from the moment we'd walked into the room that I was going to end up with Linda that first night. Just the way she looked at me, looked back at the others, then back at me. Something behind those cool eyes probed and asked, digested the answer and was satisfied. I could feel it. So I was content to walk around the room, sip at the good-tasting drink I'd been given and pass the time. I had a pleasant little old hard on from all the anticipation, anyway, and I was curious to see how things would go and what Linda could teach me. I mean, I wasn't exactly some innocent virgin or anything. I'd fucked a dozen chicks, a few of them had sucked me off, and I'd even licked a little pussy. So what was new? Well, getting paid for it, for starters.
"It didn't take very long for the women to work it out. How they communicated was beyond me, maybe they had drawn straws on who gets first, second, third, and fourth choice, I don't know. But Linda refilled my glass from a shaker and kissed me lightly on the lips. Right after that Paula put her arm on Gary's arm and whispered something into his ear. Betty glanced speculatively from Brent to Davey, then crossed the room to Brent. Davey and Andrea seemed happy to be paired off. The scent of fresh blood was so heavy in the room I could almost smell it.
"I think, after that, it took all of about five minutes for everyone else to clear out. Maybe less. Anyway, before I knew it, I was alone with Linda, and I was as relaxed as if I'd been with some little fox from school or something. Maybe even more so, because we both knew why I was here, and everything was going to fall into place without any effort on my part.
"'Will you be able to spend the night?' she asked hopefully.
"I grinned. 'Sure. Only I have an early class tomorrow.' "'Oh, that's no problem, dear. I'll drop you off or put you in a cab in plenty of time.' She patted the couch cushion next to her. 'Come here, Kenny. That's right.' "Her hand dropped to my thigh as soon as I sat down. She squeezed it lightly. 'You're a very muscular young man. I like that. Would you like to make me very happy?' Her voice was husky.
"'I'd like to make you very happy, Linda,' I answered, attempting to sound cool.
"'Then undress me, darling. Take all my clothing off without making me do anything.' "My fucking heart skipped a beat as I turned to her. Shit, it was actually happening! I don't think, until that moment, I really believed, deep down, that a classy broad like Linda was going to want me to shag her, much less pay me for the honor of bouncing her around.
"I removed her heels first, observing with a slightly detached part of me that quality even felt good. The shoe had a rich feeling about it that was special, as if class was a three-dimensional thing. You could even smell it. Then I was opening and removing her belt and the detached part of me fused back into my being. In other words, my cock was getting hard.
"It was strange undressing Linda. She didn't move, and her closed eyes faked sleep pretty well. It was in a weird way like the ultimate in taboos, a little like raping your own mother, or something. But not exactly. In any case, I dug it, and my prick dug it.
"Under the dress was this short, silky slip. It had been a long time since I'd seen a chick in a bra, much less a slip, but that was groovy. I got it off her finally and found a bra, a garter belt, stockings and panties underneath. But as I got to work on the bra, I suddenly got on to why the old time pin-up pictures had the broads dressed in all that stuff. It was kind of sexy, in a way, like the added excitement of getting a gift all wrapped up rather than in the box listing what's inside. I wasn't sure how to go about removing the belt and the stockings, so I decided to ignore them. I took off the bra and reached for her full, mature, beautiful tits. They were out of sight. I was hot to get to work sucking on them. But I wanted her out of the panties first, so I pulled down the skimpy pretties, taking my time so I could get a good look at her silky bush. She was nice down there, too, and I somehow just couldn't resist planting a quick kiss right on her bushy cunt, partly to impress her and partly because the urge to do so came from nowhere. Like I said, I've eaten out a few chicks, but that was always to turn them on, not because I go that route, really.
"That brought Linda to life, though. She moaned softly deep in her throat, a helpless little sound that tugged at my cock like an eager hand. I decided to leave the stockings and garter belt as they were. It was getting sexier and sexier, anyway. The idea of the wisps of clothing seemed only to make the rest of her, the parts that mattered, more naked than ever.
"I looked down at her then, half on, half off the couch, her tits beautiful and heaving, her hips tightly separated by the black belt which also seemed to cut into her full thighs, and that foxy cunt of hers was just sticking right out there, above the stockings, out-lined by the garters and topped off by the belt itself, kind of a square bull's-eye. My nuts were aching, though I hadn't as much as kissed her yet. I took care of that on the spot.
"She even kissed different. Once you got most girls down to gettin' it on with you, they give some immediate mouth action, like letting you get half-way down their throats with your tongue, and kissing you back to beat the band. Not Linda. She kept twisting her head, eluding my mouth and searching tongue. I got to kiss the corners of her mouth, her chin, her cheek, her lips, but only for an instant. Usually kissing is a taste of icing on the cake, but what Linda was doing made me want to get at that sexy mouth bad. Finally, I got so damn turned on I forgot all about the money end of it and just forced her head still. Then I went to work on her with my mouth and my tongue, drilling between her lips and teeth with my tongue like I was going to eat her from the inside out. She loved it.
"It had been a while since I'd done the number with a chick, and, knowing I was always good for three comes when I was this hot, I decided I could be a lot more cool if I shot off the first time soon as I could. So I moved between her legs while holding the kiss, and I got my hurting cock lined up with her hole, using my hand and a lot of body radar. But just as I began to shove into her, she suddenly twisted her hips and I ended up ramming my dick straight into empty air. I reached down and brought her back into position, holding her this time. But again, at the point when I relaxed my control of her, when I was ecstatically lunging at her beautiful, wet cunt, she slipped out of my grasp and I was again stroking nothingness. By that time my prick was so hard it hurt and I'd had enough. If I was going to do either of anything, I had to calm down a little.
"So I did what any healthy, warm-blooded cat in my position would do—I pulled her off the couch, threw her to the rug and proceeded to fuck the shit out of her.
"The wild thing about that, let me tell you, was that the whole thing came off as a rape, dig? I mean, even though we were both willing and all, she decided to fight me every inch of the way. Don't ask me why, but nothing any chick ever did before resulted in so fantastic a come! And usually doing a rape number appealed to me not at all. Like, the chicks I knew who needed to fake rape before they'd put out turned me off bad. I couldn't get it on with them for nothing. But I figure the thing with Linda was a whole new thing. She knew why I was trying to pop off that fast, that I'd really make it good after I'd gotten off once, but she'd decided to try fighting me off anyway. Which seems plenty bizarre when you stop to think the cunt was actually paying me to fuck her in the first place.
"So I figured that her trip was something different, like fighting me off was sort of a way of making me dominate her, you know? And doing that, taking her like that, took away all question of who was in control, no matter who was paying for it. I mean, I was on top, and I took what I wanted, and in the end she dug it, lifting that cunt of hers to take each stroke and moaning as I shot a giant load into her womb. Man, it was out of sight!
"Afterwards, she remained still under me, my cock barely softening inside her as I rested. As soon as I got my breath, I began to move again in her, only this time much slower, getting the feel of her wonderful, slippery hole. Somehow I had the idea that the older a broad got, the bigger her hole would be. But, shit, I've laid sixteen-year-olds who were looser. Linda moved very little under me this time, and again I really got into the man-dominating thing, and soon I was riding her for all I was worth, nowhere near ready to come yet, just banging away like crazy for the fun of it, and because I knew she was digging the shit out of it all. Her cunt was so wet and hot I thought I'd never get enough of it, no matter what.
"After a few minutes of this, she spoke. Her voice was all whispery and submissive, with a little of the cock-teaser to it. 'Since you love forcing that big thing on me so much, I suppose you're going to take my other hole, too,' she stated, since it wasn't really a question. In fact it came out like an absolute fact, a terrible thing I was planning to do to her that she was at a loss to prevent from happening. So it came out a statement of simple fact.
"Let me tell you, I'd never given it to anyone in the ass before, I don't think I had ever so much as considered it seriously, and after one sentence from this woman, I was hurting to shove my dick up her asshole! Man, was she ever a turn-on! I knew now what Davey was talking about!
"Before I could even react to what she'd said, though, Linda began to turn around, breaking our contact only at the last possible moment. My cock felt a splash of cold air, then her hand was around it, guiding it between the satiny smooth cheeks of her very white ass. The head touched the spongy flesh of her little brown slit, and I couldn't help think the chick was crazy, out of her mind, freaked out, because there was no way in the world that ramrod of mine was going to fit up that little hole.
"That's how much I knew.
"Linda backed gently into it, grinding down on the head. She used the slick goo from her cunt as lubricant, and slowly I began to go crazy myself. I mean, here was this chick working to take my meat up her asshole, grinding down on it, backing into it, and suddenly I found it impossible to give a damn about how it could or couldn't fit in there. One way or the other, I had to get it in there, and if it ended up hurting her, the hell with her. She was asking for it, and, shit, was she ever going to get it!
"I grabbed her hips and held on like they were built-in handles. I nudged the puckered opening experimentally, then pulled back. My hips swung forward like they were greased at the joints. I felt the tight ring just inside grip the head of my cock and attempt to keep it back, but it didn't have a chance. I pressed harder than ever and nearly passed out from the exquisite pressure of her silky walled asshole as it gripped and milked my cock as I slowly moved in and out of her, gaining an inch with every plunge. Man, it was the very most, the absolute finest. I began to fuck that asshole as if I hadn't just blown my nuts a few minutes earlier. I was tripping out on that tight hole, grooving on the differences between this and cunt-fucking.
"But Linda didn't give me too much time to think. She was all over me, bucking and moaning, reaching for my hands so that I could play with her tits, twisting her head around so I could kiss her. And all the time I was in her asshole up to my balls, working in and out of that sexy hole of hers like I was out to split her in two and was in a hurry to do it. Impossible as it seemed, she didn't seem to be feeling any pain, and I was beyond caring if she did. I mean, she could have been screaming her head off at that point, and I still would have given her the fucking of her life. It was feeling too good to stop.
"After a while, though, in that way she had of catching me absolutely off guard, the fucking bitch deliberately let it slip out. We got into pulling it back until it was almost out, then crashing together. After a couple of those shots I was so close to coming off again I left it all up to her. So she let it slip out.
"But before I could get too indignant about it, Linda was down on her knees, had pushed me to my back, and that mouth of hers, that proper, socialite mouth of hers went to work on me good. First she licked every inch of my twitching meat, then took each of my balls in her mouth one at a time, sucking and lapping at them. Next she sucked hard on just the head of my dick, and when that got to feeling unbearable, she removed her mouth and slid over my body, fastening her lips to one of my flat little nipples, sucking it hard. No one had ever done that to me before, but it felt great.
"After a while at that, she kissed me, giving me about a mile of tongue. Then she licked my ear until my cock began to leak a little. She paused to lap that up, then went back to my chest, tongued her way back down my body to my cock, passed that up all the way, scooted between my legs, shot her tongue deep up my asshole before I had any idea what the hell she was going to do next, and then moved back to my prick while I was gasping from the electric shock of a hot, wet tongue penetrating my asshole. She got busy sucking me by then, and, let me tell you, after all that action I think she got to suck me all of one minute before I exploded down her throat. I came off in great spasms, shooting my come into her mouth like there was a faucet stuck open in my balls. But she loved every last drop, swallowing and pumping me for more. Man, she was really wild for young cock!
"She had moved around so much in the last five minutes that I wasn't surprised to see her hairy cunt and delicious thighs close to my face as she licked my pole clean. Something came over me, a big wave of good feeling for Linda, and I blew my own mind by reaching over, pulling her closer and opening her legs. My nose tickled her crotch and I inhaled her rich woman-sex scent, my own sex odor, and in the background, a hint of the fantastic perfume she wore. Her slit was oozing, and I shot my tongue into her. She moaned as I licked her clit like crazy, wanting to show her I wasn't some dumb kid she had to teach from scratch. Man, I never licked pussy like that before, and she was coming almost at once. That made me feel fine.
"I took her into my arms and kissed her softly. It had been the experience of my entire life. And I was getting paid for it!
"She snuggled against me, and, in spite of having more than I'd ever expected, I felt a selfish pang of sorrow that the trip was over for now. But we were sleeping together, so there was the morning to look forward to. And, who knew? Maybe, in the middle of the night, after she'd had a little sleep, just maybe....
"Linda didn't give me much of a chance to daydream. She got to her feet, stretched that groovy bod of hers, and reached out a hand to me.
"'llp, you beautiful male animal, you. It's getting cold on the floor. Come on, darling, get up. Let's go to my big, warm bed and do it right for a while, she purred, waiting for me.
"Let me tell you, she didn't stay waiting more than a heartbeat. She sounded like things were just about to really get started, and I sure as shit wasn't about to let them start without me!
"Let me say this: as I followed Linda's twitching ass down the hall, I gave some serious thought to donating my earnings to my favorite charity ... "
There is a possibility that the subject, having proven his desirability to himself, will abandon the game of prostitution that he is playing. At this time, however, it is not a positive prognosis. CONCLUSION To include a "conclusion" to such a study as is contained herein would be as frivolous, incomprehensible and idiotic as if one were to theorize the single force which incites the young male to become a call boy.
Nonetheless, the question of male prostitution as it bears upon the individual involved deserves some general statements.
Prostitution is known as the world's "oldest profession," having had its roots traced by eager researchers back to the early histories of man as contained in segments of Holy Scripture. And, too, prostitution is flourishing throughout the countries of the world, regardless of boundaries, either geographical or political.
Because prostitution reflects the economic and social structure as well as the influence of religion, family, and other factors, it cannot be considered as an isolated phenomenon in the United States or any other country. Prostitution, either as practiced by the female or her male counterpart, to a greater degree reflects larger trends in male-female relationships.
There are a number of forces presently at work which could conceivably affect the possibility of an increase in prostitution. On the other hand, some contrary trends could considerably diminish the practice of prostitution, not only in the United States, but also in other countries.
Prostitution is a reality, and to treat it as if it did not exist is an unrealistic approach to a possible solution. There are those who would contend it was, is, and always shall be, so we had better make the best of it. This, too, seems to be an unrealistic, if not totally illogical, approach.
To begin with, any attempt to evaluate precisely just how serious a threat male and female prostitution poses to the American social order should involve a thorough study of all comparative data on the subject from other countries. Such data, unfortunately, do not exist presently.
But even if such data were available, would it be justifiable to make any general predictions or conclusions regarding prostitution as a whole? Historically, many Americans have looked at the problem as a nonhumanistic entity, disregarding the human aspect of those caught within the grip of prostitution. The question can be discussed as a legal, social, or moral problem. However, a different perspective is required for each approach and each must have its own set of different considerations.
When one speaks of prostitution, one is not speaking of a "thing," but rather of people—human beings who, because of one or a series of influencing factors, have been drawn or led into the practice of prostitution. It becomes pathetic, yes, when the discussion centers around the fact that there are young girls and young boys who actively engage in the profession. Horror strikes the puritan heart at such hearings.
One fact stands paramount: to find an answer to the question of prostitution, a careful, detailed study must begin with the individual prostitutes, trying to discover in his or her background what factor or factors were instrumental in bringing him or her into the profession.
As was previously quoted from Benjamin Karpman's work The Sexual Offender and His Offenses, one outstanding factor in the genesis of a prostitute "is the lack of adequate family love in early and later childhood; ... the manifest irregularity in the sexual life of the parents ... [causing] the prostitute [to display] an urge to make a mockery of parental love ... [while] the brothel-keeper makes a mockery of family life."
This century has witnessed a variety of attitudes and beliefs regarding prostitution. Such feelings have been liberally and eagerly at times translated into laws and procedures, creating, in terms of their degree of endorsement and acceptance of the practice, a wide gap ranging from complete prohibition to the acceptance of prostitution as a socially desirable and almost essential service.
Possibly, if the subjects contained herein would have received a more realistic sexual education, their stories might not have been included in this work. Although free sexual discussion is still controversial and is still not totally accepted in some parts of the country, there is a flicker of hope in that such free discussions will become more firmly established within the very near future.
As more young people become involved in such discussions of man's sexual makeup, such instruction should help the next generation to be more realistic, more honest about the practice of prostitution. Hopefully, long before that time, enlightened approaches to the question of prostitution will assist in helping those already involved in the practice, and more so, assist potential practitioners in reevaluating logically their potential as sexual beings outside the realm of prostitution.