Picking him up off the street in Los Angeles

Boys Town in Los Angeles. Photo from Youtube.

I was on business in Los Angeles a month ago and my partner “Van” tagged along.

As usual we stayed in a hotel on Santa Monica Boulevard in Boys Town so we could walk to The Abbey and the other bars. Or hit Kitchen 24, where you can get a waffle, Caesar salad or a bowl of chili at any time of night.

To celebrate a successful trip Van and I got pedicures and manicures. I got done before Van so decided to run down to a shop a few blocks away to buy some novelty socks that a friend back at home wanted.

That’s when I ran into “Devin” in the intersection  of Santa Monica and Hancock Avenue. A tall, dark-skinned, slender brother with sharp features. He was walking his Jack Russell terrier and the feisty dog had run around his legs and tangled him up in its leash right in the middle of the street.

It was a funny sight but also sexy because Devin’s shirt was open and you could see his broad chest and skin so smooth it looked like Hershey’s chocolate.

“Umm, handsome guy,” I thought, catching his eyes briefly. Then I went about my business. So many black men in West Hollywood are into white men I didn’t think he was interested.

A few hours later I caught up with Van and he said he flirted with a tall, dark-skinned guy on the street, mentioned that he was here with his boyfriend, and that we were in an open relationship and played with others. He said the guy was on his way to a friend’s house party but wanted to come by later and play.

Devin’s torso. Told you it was nice.

By Van’s description I figured out it was Devin. It had to be the same guy.

Devin dropped by when night fell and we had drinks with him and a  buddy of mine who lives in Los Angeles. I walked my buddy to the car while Van and Devin went to our room to get started.

By the time I got there 15 minutes later Van and Devin were already half-dressed and groping each other. Devin was hot — he had modeled and had a beautiful, lean frame and high, tight ass. His was slightly bow-legged, which was hot, too.

We started hugging and kissing and then Devin gave Van and me head. Then Van slid on a condom and opened his ass. And then I took my turn. It went on like that for more than an hour. He loved taking dick and acted like he couldn’t get enough.

We had to sneak Devin’s dog into the hotel room in his backpack. Every so often the sounds of us making love would get him to barking in the bathroom. But luckily the hotel didn’t find out we had a dog in the room.

After we all nutted we fell asleep in the bed — all four of us. Van, me, Devin in the middle, and his dog at the foot. And we woke up and went to breakfast and then we dropped Devin off in Inglewood on the way to the airport and went back home.

I think we made a friend.

“Would love to see you guys again soon,” he texted us today.



Picking Up Trade

NY Knicks baller J.R. Smith. The guy we picked up looked somewhat like him.

He was hanging outside of the “Drinkery,” a gay bar on West Read Street, a few months ago. Just standing in the silvery glow of a street lamp.

My partner “Van” and I were parking at the Drinkery, running in to get a quick nightcap on a Friday night. He saw us and called over.

“Hey handsome. What’s up with you?”

“Hey I’m good.”

“Are you looking? I can go home with you.”

“I already have a dude,” I said. “And he is right here.”

So Van and I went inside and didn’t pay him no more mind. But when we came out about an hour later he was still there. And very insistent.

So I turned to Van and said, “Why not? Let’s take him home.”

Dude was handsome. Brown-skinned and about five feet 10. Nice chest. Nice arms. Tatted up. About 30 years old. Thuggish as hell. He might be nice to play with.

So I drove and I put him in the passenger seat and Van sat in the backseat. That way if he acted up we could grab him from two sides and whip his ass.

On the way home he bragged about how big his dick was and how good he was at sex.

And he told us a little bit of his story. He had just broke up with his girlfriend  because she found out he liked to fuck everything on two legs, including dudes. He had several kids.

I think he had even gone to prison. He might have even been on parole, living in a cheap hotel. He sounded high, or drunk or both.

We thought he wanted to play for free but he soon made it clear he was escorting.

So we negotiated the price for his services. — $80 for a threesome. I pulled over at the Royal Farms on the way home to get the money out of the ATM.

When we got him back to my spot we had to tell him to shush because he was still running his mouth like crazy. He was so loud the neighbors could hear.

I took a shower and he pulled off his clothes and hopped in with me. He wanted to get down and suck my dick or have me suck his dick under the warm water but hell we picked him off the streets — there was no way we were going to play with him without a condom.

We finally got him in bed. But he kept jabbering away, probably because he was still high.

And his dick was not as big as he claimed. And it didn’t get hard. And then he threw his muscular, brown legs up in the air and asked us to eat his ass.

The proceedings stopped. No way were we going to pay to service him. We were paying him to have good sex with us. And it was obvious he was not so good at this escorting thing.

So I got up and pulled on my gym shorts and said I would drive him back to the Drinkery.

He got mad. “I really need the money. You said $80.”

“$80 for what?”

I glanced over at Van. We could fuck this nigger up if we wanted but I was not messing up my house.

“Look, I’ll give you $40 for your time. But you gotta go. I will drive you.”

“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll walk.”

And we escorted him out the door, shut it behind him, and turned on the alarm.

Now every time I go to the Drinkery I look to see if he is hanging around outside. But I haven’t seen him since.