He bought two tickets from a grizzled old counter girl who looked at me knowingly and smiled as we entered. It was very dark inside, but after my eyes got accustomed I could make out a few winos snoring softly, scattered around the theater.
We took seats way down in front where we couldn't be surprised, and for a minute just watched the movie. Then I felt his hand on my leg, moving slowly into my crotch. I hoped he wouldn't be mad, because I couldn't get a hard-on. He put his other arm around my shoulder and my body involuntarily stiffened. He began to kiss my neck and I stiffened still more. I didn't know if I could take it. I felt about ready to puke and cussed Bobby because he had never mentioned anything about this-. The bastard stuck his tongue in my ear and I turned my head away, but just as I was getting ready to run he-moved to my crotch again, mumbling about how he would like to get me in bed and have me fuck him in the ass.
By this time I was holding back a retch. He fumbled with my pants and got out my cock, jerking it slowly with his hand and making low moaning sounds. He got it about half hard and leaned his head over to take it into his mouth, while he got his own out and started jacking it off. From where I sat I could smell the dried urine on it. His mouth continued to work on me and it began feeling really good. I was right, I thought. A male mouth feels just as good as a female mouth. I began pumping up into him as he caressed the inside of my legs and what he could grab of my ass. He reached into his pocket, took out a handkerchief, and put it over the head of his dick as he beat himself faster and sucked me faster. I could feel it coming and pushed myself to make it shoot sooner. Within a few seconds I let him have my load in his mouth, breathing loudly. He continued sucking until I began to hurt, -so I pulled it out and wiped carefully with my handkerchief. He sat up and started cleaning the mess he had made when most of what he'd shot had dribbled out of his handkerchief and onto his pants.
I jerked my zipper and got up. As I slid past him he patted my ass and thanked me. I nodded, not wanting to look at his face again, and hurried up the aisle and out of the theater, drained and shaken. Strangely, I was to discover that even though they paid, most Johns thanked me afterward, especially if I had given them a good load to swallow.
Bobby was still in the drugstore. I motioned for him to wait, then ran up the street to Polo's Restaurant, where I washed my cock with green soap and lots of hot water in the men's room.
I let Bobby have it good, telling him everything that had happened. He told me that I just got a lover, a real queer, and said I should have taken him to the hot-dog stand, where I could have stayed upright and watched the girlie films and he would have had to kneel, so he couldn't kiss me. He said he only took them to the Pics early in the evening, when there were quite a few people there. This forced them to just jack you off until you were ready and then put their heads down quick, just long enough to catch it as it came out.
Well, I thought, I still had a lot to learn, but I had made twenty dollars in less than a half hour, even though it had seemed an eternity.
It wasn't long before I was leading a triple life. By day I went to school, and as a ninth-grade senior in junior high, brought, home respectable, if not great, grades. Considering the fact that I never studied. I couldn't complain. My parents, however, did enough complaining for all of us. They accused me of being a genius gone bad and were sure that I would turn out to be some kind of evil criminal, cunningly snatching international gems and the like, until I would be put away for life on Alcatraz with the rest of the no-goodniks.
Then there was my life as a musician, and my life as a stud hustler. I lived on little or no sleep and often came home just in time to change clothes, shave, and go off to school. When I had been hustling I often stood under the hot shower for fifteen or twenty minutes, trying to wash it all off of me. It felt good to be sucked off, but if it was by a guy, I always felt filthy afterward, and on many evenings there were four or five guys. The shower seemed to help wash it all down the drain and leave me spiritually as well as physically clean again.
I was secretive about my activities and hid my money in a shoe box under the rafters in the garage. I answered all queries as to my whereabouts with, "Out with the guys."
Hustling activities aside, I still dreamed of girls, masturbated plenty to wild fantasies, and got laid a few more times. But I hadn't learned anything. I thought the whole object of fucking was to get it in, pump away, and come. The only refinement I had gained was the use of rubbers, supplied by a friendly comer pharmacist. I tried jacking off into them a few times, just to see what it was like. The band pulled at the hair around the base of my cock and it hurt like hell when I tried to roll off the damn things, wet and goopy. Besides, they smelled funny and it was a pain in the ass to use them with girls.
Herb and I picked up these two chicks at a high-school dance and drove them to Inspiration Point, or IP as we called it, a parking area at Land's End above the Cliff House and then-resplendent Sutro Baths. My girl's name was Faith, and I forgot the name of Herb's girl, but it was obvious that what they liked to do was screw.
Faith and I kissed and fondled awhile. I bent her over so that her elbow was between my legs and started rubbing slowly against it. Playing the "I'd like to feel your cock but I'm going to do it by accident" game, she slid down farther, using her forearm against me, then her wrist, and finally her hand. Before she knew what was happening I had it out and into her hand, while my own hand went up her skirt, over the top of her panties, and down to her cunt. Meanwhile, the car started shaking as Herb either got it into his girl or was humping her. I was too busy to look over the seat.
I always tried to get my cock into a girl's hand before I really started trying anything. I found that if I took it out fast and they grabbed it, the shock gave way to curiosity, and they would start rubbing it and playing with it. Then it was a lot easier for me to do what I wanted, because it was pretty hard for a girl to put on the innocent virgin act when she had your tool in her hand. But Faith was no problem. She had wanted to be screwed from the minute I picked her up and was fairly well potted from orangeade bottles that had been half emptied out and refilled with vodka, so that school chaperons wouldn't see what was going on right under their noses. Faith pulled down her panties and I struggled to get my wallet out of my hip pocket, fumbling for the flattened, wrinkled foil package. Then, because it was hermetically sealed, I couldn't get the fucking thing open with my fingers. Finally, in desperation, I bit it open. When I tried to roll it on I had the wrong side and it got all fouled up. By the time I flipped it over and tried to roll it on again, I was so agitated that I had lost most of my hard-on, and the damn rubber wouldn't roll at all. Faith began to giggle and I began to swear. With our four hands working on my cock she got me up again and I finally got the rubber rolled about halfway down my shaft, where it hung up on a hair and wouldn't go any farther.
I started kissing Faith again while she lay back under me on the seat. During all the fuss with the rubber her passion had ebbed and her cunt had dried up, so she yelled in pain when I tried to get it into her. The lubricant on the rubber had dried after being exposed to the air for a few minutes, and I had to push against her so hard that my cock was bending in the middle. I would have sucked her, but didn't want to with Herb in the car, because I didn't know if he did those things.
Fortunately, Faith had been around a bit. She wet her fingers with spit and began to frig herself, pumping up against her hand. It was the first time I had ever seen a girl masturbate, and it really turned me on. When she was ready she grabbed my cock with one hand, pushed my ass with the other, and I entered her. The only good thing I can think of to say about rubbers is that they dull sensation somewhat, but I didn't know what good that would do anyway, except that I was good for three or four minutes instead of my usual one or two. When I came, Faith got very excited and moaned at me to keep it in her. as she moved her hand between her legs again. I could feel it moving very fast, going like crazy, when suddenly she stopped, arched her belly up against me, and became very rigid for a few seconds, eyes wild and mouth open. Something else I could feel that I had never felt before were the muscles in- her cunt contracting rapidly, and forcing my flaccid cock out of her. Then she relaxed, letting her breath out slowly, as my adolescent mind finally began to add two and two.