"He kept on going, deeper and deeper into my asshole, and all the while he kept mumbling about what a 'sweet baby' I was, and all that crap.
"When he came, I got a sort of a kick out of it. I don't know why, but it made me feel good like I was a grown man.
"He washed his cock off and I could see little traces of shit on the white wash cloth. I had a funny tingle up inside my asshole, but it wasn't hurting. I had liked the way he had gobbled my prick. He took it way down his throat, it seemed, with a sucking, inhaling motion and I had a good come.
"We dried off and went out on the bed, and he began to play with my cock again. I got hard and I played with his and he got a real good stiff on. I guess I really wanted to feel his nice, big prick in my mouth, so I just went down on it without him even asking me. It felt good when I felt him shiver and jerk every time I plunged my mouth down over his cock. I speeded it up with the sucking and tonguing and just at the end, he rolled me over so he was straddling my face. He plunged it in so deep that I gagged, but I hung on, and when he shot a good load of juice into my mouth, I swallowed it and kept on sucking.
"He got off and went into the bathroom. He came out with a bar of soap atid rubbed my cock and his asshole good. Then he got on his knees on the bed and told me to fuck him in the ass! Hell! All this fun, and he was paying me for it! I'd tried to ass-fuck a couple of guys, but it had hurt because their assholes were too dry. But this was different. My little cock slipped inside his asshole easily, and it felt good to feel the friction on all sides. I got into the rhythm of it real good, and he helped, humping his ass and moving around from side to side.
"I came real good, and after that, we had one more session, laying side by side, so we could suck each other's cock at the same time. That was a good one, too.
"I slept like a log, and next morning he gave me another ten bucks and took me to the city he was going to. It was about one hundred miles from San Francisco, and he wanted to make a date with me when I came back. He gave me-his address and phone number and told me to get in touch anytime I wanted to make another twenty bucks. But I never saw him again."
The psychiatrist whom Jack consulted later, again emphasized the significant effect of this, his first "commercial" engagement in homosexuality. To Jack, with his sordid background, it looked like a "soft touch," and for the next four years this boy made his living as a professional homosexual prostitute.
"It was easy in San Francisco," Jack boasted. "I knew I didn't have to go hungry or be poor again as long as I knew how to suck cocks and bend over so guys could cornhole me. I don't know if I really liked it, but it sure seemed an easy way and a hell of a lot better way than I'd known to stay alive and have some fun and eat good.
"I took a job in a gymnasium. I was big for my age and the guy that run the place was as queer as a three-dollar-bill, so there was no problem. He had a place on the top floor of the building where the gym was, and after we had nicked and sucked each other, he asked me if I wanted to really make some dough.
"It turned out that there were a lot of businessmen that came into the joint it had steam baths, massages, a swimming pool all that jazz and he told me that a lot of the old boys that were regular customers would pay ten or twenty a throw for a good ass-fucking or a blow job.
"I went along with it, knowing in the back of my mind that I wasn't going to stay a 'towel boy' very long. I'd seen enough of hard-up old guys to know that I could latch onto a sugar-man who'd pay the freight for as far as I wanted to go. And I was right. I'd been at the gym for about two months when I met Mel.
"We had a regular routine worked out with the steady customers. If they wanted me, for instance, they would just.say they wanted a 'youth treatment.' If they wanted one of the other guys there there were three other cock-suckers and ass-fuckers beside me each of them had a certain code name, and each of us had a certain room that could be locked from the inside.
"A few of the guys were a little weird. Like one old guy who used to like to suck and fuck in the steam room, and another guy that liked to get me in the pool and cornhole me while we were under water. They always paid extra, so I did most anything they wanted.
"I lived with Merkle, the owner, for the first couple of weeks. Then I moved in with a guy named Shad. He was about twenty-two, and he worked there. He was a 'muscle nut’ who was always lifting weights and that stuff. He was popular with a lot of the younger guys. Shad was a real homo 'queen' and he hung around a gay bar where he was a real bigshot. Everybody knew he was a pro during the day, and most of his friends considered it a real honor when Shad would give them a play.
"When I moved in with him, he became more popular than ever, because I got right into the swing of things except I couldn't go to the bar with him. The owner was a queer, but he kept a straight place as far as liquor rules, age limits, and especially the 'no-soliciting' rule went. Shad told me that the cops were always nosing around the place, but the owner made sure that all the gay guys behaved. What they did among themselves was all right, though.
"Shad used to bring them up to the place, and I liked them a lot better than the old guys I met at the gym. They were younger and happier. They could laugh and joke, whereas all the customers at the place were sour and strictly out to get their rocks off without ever smiling or having any fun out of it. Just sex.
"Sometimes, one of the guys would give me some money, like if he brought in a new guy that wasn't one of the regulars, and the guy wanted some 'young stuff.' I'd become a sort of a specialist at sucking guys off, although a lot of guys still liked my ass for fucking. Shad taught me a lot about how to really suck a guy off, using your hands and your tongue and your teeth, to give it an extra kick. I learned how to make a lot of guys last longer before they came, too, and I became a favorite with all the guys that hung around Shad.
"Then I hooked up with Ray. He was a television cameraman. He had a nice place down in Hollywood where he worked, and he went for me right away. Homos all have connections in any city they go to, and Ray knew Shad, and when he would come to San Francisco, he would date Shad and some of the other guys that hung out at the bar.
"Shad brought him to our place and I think that this was the first time a homo ever 'made love to me.' I mean, Ray really turned it on. He necked with me for an hour before he sucked my cock. He kissed my body all over and he tongued my asshole until I almost got mad at him for holding off so long with my come. But when I did, finally, boy it was the best.
"He worked me hard again, then had me mount him. He had an asshole that was easy to slide into, but tight when you got your cock in, and he was the best ass-fuck I'd ever had. When I shot up his ass, I was hot to really please him. I gave him the most special suck job I knew how to. I tried to make it last, like he had, by building him up, then stopping at the last second, and kissing his balls and asshole some more, sucking on his nipples, running my fingers over his back, using my fingernails. When I gave the final sucks, I had a good six inches of his prick down my throat and it felt good when he unloaded his hot juice into my mouth. I swallowed it and kept tonguing and sucking his lovely cock until it got nice and hard again.
Then I got up on my knees and shoved it in my ass. He used some vaseline, and I was so eager to give him a good fuck that I tried to move my hips and legs so that he could get it all up inside me. He must have because I could feel his balls slapping against my crotch every time he lunged in. But he was easy with me, and he kept talking to me all the time, telling me how wonderful I was, and that he'd fallen in love with me, and never wanted to lose me.