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.