Last night I took a break from the Baltimore Pride crowd at the Drinkery bar to go outside and indulge one of my guilty pleasures — a single cigarette on Friday night.
And there I met him. The hustler.
He bummed a cigarette off a friend of mine and we started chit-chatting. And out of the blue he said, “I got a big dick. Do you want to play.”
He pulled his shorts down lower, showing off his neon green Papi underwear, and used his hands to stretch his khaki shorts so I could clearly see his dick print. Yep, his dick was a respectable size.
I was taken aback a moment when he blurted that out. And then it dawned on me. This tall, lean, brown skinned man in front of me was a hustler.
It was clear he was on drugs. He was so fidgety and probably needed money for a fix. But I had to get his story.
“Paul” said his life was ruined when his stepsister falsely accused him of raping her. He was put on a sex offender list when he was 17 and had difficulty finding work. He was already the father of a child.
So he dealt drugs, served some jail time, got out of prison and was even shot (he pulled off his shirt to show the long scar that ran down the middle of his six-pack abs to prove it).
Now he was an electrician making $18 an hour but after the state took out child support he had very little to live on. So he hung out at gay bars to earn extra cash.
“That will be $40 if we play a little bit,” he said. “It is more if you want to do more.”
“Hey Paul, look I get sex free I’m really not interested in paying for it.”
“Okay man, that’s cool. That’s cool.”
Paul, who is now 28 years old and the father of two, admitted he has been selling his body for a decade, even while he was dating girls and fathering children.
So did that mean he really likes having sex with men? I noticed him staring at my dick bulge. So I had to ask.
“So is what you do fun? Do you enjoy it when you have sex with men?”
He got agitated, waving his arms about and pacing back and forth. And he almost shouted back.
“No it’s not fun! No it’s not fun! No it’s not!”
But I had to wonder. He was protesting too much.