1990s Phone-Sex Line

Before location-based apps like Grindr, as a 26 year old discovering cock and the occasional piece of ass you had only a few choices. There were the venerable AOL chat rooms, the iconic gay.com chat rooms and then one avenue which almost belongs in a museum; the phone-sex lines.

The premise was really simple, you could either dial in an pay by the minute which was hugely expensive or you could take advantage of your particular phone number being eligible for 30 minutes free if you kept hitting re-dial every time the voice would tell you the room (or rooms) were full.

I age myself by even telling this story because not only did you have to press re-dial but I remember even sitting on the carpeted staircase of my sister’s apartment late at night dialling the number over and over again until finally you’d the little voice say something like, “You are the 9th hot guy online.”

Now when the clock is ticking you gotta get moving quick because like everything in life, you have to wade through a lot of crap before you find the one you want.

Typically, I would have the same sort of recorded message. My age, my height etc etc.

“26 years old, 5’9” 150lbs, blond hair, green eyes, fit, Mt. Biker with great legs and 8.5” cut, looking to chat and meet up.”

Once you made the recording you alternated between listening to a guy’s profile, answering a guy’s message or sending a message of your own to someone you thought sounded interesting.

The first cock I ever sucked was from this system in fact but by the time I met this particular stud, I had moved on from being curious to being a full-blown slut for dick.

His recorded message said something like, “38 years old, 5’10” lean muscular build, 8.5 inches uncut, looking to chat, meet outdoors, have some fun.”

I remember it was summer and it was a warm July night so the sound of outdoor fun appealed to me.

We sent each other messages at almost the same time which was a good sign and before long I had agreed to ride my bike to his house wearing a t-shirt and some cargo shorts with no underwear.

He told me to come to the address he gave me but that he would be in the vacant lot next door waiting for me.

“As you face the old house, that’s mine, but come into the yard to the right of the house, you can’t miss me, I’ll be toward the back on a metal bench. See you soon.”

He didn’t have to ask twice and the climb up the hill toward his neighbourhood was probably an all new land-speed record (the things you do for a big dick right?).

He was where he had promised sitting in the far corner of this vacant lot which appeared to be like an extension of his own garden.

I saw him in the distance lighting a cigarette and with my Mt. Bike in tow, I walked up the little stone path toward him with my bike shoes click-clacking away.

I remember seeing his face in the moonlight and this was a very handsome man but even better, he had already pulled out his big dick and was stroking away while he smoked.

I dropped my bike down onto the grass and proceeded to sit beside him acting all shy and coy (as if).

He gave me a huge kiss and welcomed me to his little outdoor fun but before too long he blurted out, “You didn’t come here to kiss, you came here to suck this cock.”

While he leaned back onto the bench, I tugged down his sexy tight Diesel jeans a little further and got between his legs.

Wrapping my hand around the shaft of his cock, I got to work sucking his beautiful dick while he smoked and moaned.

Occasionally he would grab my head and make me gag on it but I wasn’t offering much for resistance.

He would lean forward a little while I blew him to feel my tight Mt. Biker ass and pushed his fingers down the back of my shorts I guess to see if I had followed the instructions.

I stroked and sucked him for a good 20 minutes and at that point, he grabbed my head, pulled me up and says, “I don’t normally do this, but let’s go inside and fuck.”

I jumped out so quickly that I got a little light-headed and started to topple over. He jumped up and grabbed me laughing saying like, “Easy there big boy.”

That was his nickname for me many years later on account of my own big dick.

At this time in my life I was at best a struggling recent university graduate so when we went into his house I was in awe.

It was an old Victorian but he had re-done it and it was really tastefully decorated which was also a totally turn on.

“You don’t mind if I excuse myself for one sec do you?” he asked while he wheeled around toward the kitchen.

I didn’t of course and he shouted out as he walked, “There is a bottle of wine there if you want a glass, help yourself.”

As I poured myself a glass of wine I heard what sounding like sniffing and me being the naïve little guy I was, it was a long time before I realized that he had gone to the kitchen to snort some Coke and when he came back he was like a monster with me.

I didn’t exactly push him away and we made out and groped each other’s bodies while we talked and got to know each other.

I guess because of the cocaine he was really into this kinda weird thing which was to take a deep breath and then make a seal on my mouth while I inhaled his breath and back and forth.

Not being high and only the slightest of a wine buzz this didn’t do much for me but he was getting more and more turned on as we continued to make out.

We had slowly been peeling off our clothes and before too long we were both naked on his plush sofa kissing and grinding our bodies together.

“Come on big boy, lets go upstairs.”

On the bed upstairs we flopped around in various positions, 69ing, sitting on his face, him depthroating my cock, me gagging on his and while I was balls deep on him he leans over to his nightstand and pulls out a now very familiar little brown bottle.

“Want some?” he asked.

“Nah man,” I replied, “I don’t do drugs.”

He cracked the lid without even replying and held them to his nose, “They’re just poppers babe, come on try them.”

This was my intro to popper-fueled sex!

He was quite gentle with me, showed me how to do them without spilling, how to alternate nostrils and of course, being the first time I had ever snorted Jungle Juice, the sensation was absolutely amazing!

I remember being so horny after that first hit and I got back between his legs and took his cock all the way down to his balls. While I was inhaling his cock, he would hold the bottle up to my nostril and I would take another hit right before he poppered up.

I was unaware but the poppers were having the desired effect and while I sucked his cock he had been playing with my ass and rubbing a spit-wettened finger over my hole which as he said, “Was ready for some dick.”

He positioned me on all fours and came at me from behind.

He tongue fucked me and called me dirty names while he poppered up and got my ass nice and wet.

I was probably a combo of drunk and high on the poppers but the next thing I know he is inside me raw fucking my brains out and I didn’t even have the will to ask him to stop.

I think at this moment I was destined to be receiving loads of cum in my ass.

He fucked me from behind the entire time and I had taken some large cocks but his 8.5” went seriously deep inside and with his entire body weight over mine, he pounded away until he was ready to cum.

He pulled out his cock, stroked it a couple of times and then blew his nutt all over my hole, cheeks and up onto my back.

So in this moment I discovered what coke does to guys, experienced poppers, got barebacked for the first time and learned what popper giggles are.

It was a little hard to convince him of the merits when I giggled my way through, “you shouldn’t have unsafe sex.”

Anyway, all consenting adults!

We kept meeting up on-and-off like this for a little while. I was probably more into a relationship than he was but we had a lot of hot times. Once while driving home in a snow storm from the mountains, I gave him the sloppiest blowjob ever and swallowed his entire load while he tried to keep us on the road.

Eventually we fell out for a number of years.

I moved away, and and I forget how, but we rekindled things at one point and agreed to meet for a drink during my next time home.

On the one time we did meet for a drink, we went to his favourite bar, which was his favourite because the bathroom stalls allowed for on-your-knees cock sucking between two very private stalls.

That night in fact, he left me sitting at the bar nursing a Negroni and disappeared saying, “I have to move my car.”

He was gone a long time and turns out he had driven to the nearby bathhouse to buy a fresh bottle of poppers.

We sucked each other off in the bathroom and then drove to a quiet spot where I sucked him in the back seat of his then-boyfriends brand new Audi A4 for awhile before he contorted me over and fucked a load into my bare ass.

A couple of years after that we met for dinner on one trip and before the night was over I was sucking his cock while he was on the phone to his boyfriend saying, “No, sorry, this thing at work has come up and I need to get this done, sorry, I’ll be late.”

After he hung up he spent the next hour fucking my jock strapped ass and finished the night with a solid load of cum in my mouth.

These little trysts continued for about 5 years and at one point he asks me, “you’re clean right?”

“Beg your pardon, what do you mean?”

“You get tested regularly right?”

I laughed at him and said, “babe, I have more of your DNA in me than a Sperm Bank and now you wanna talk about safe sex?”

He was angrily serious and I was totally blunt. 

I was pretty certain that I got HIV from him in fact but he was in denial or something and that was the very last time I ever spoke to him.

Unbeknownst to either of us, it was about 5 years before it was accepted that Poz undetectable posed no risk and I had been undetectable for a long long time.

Still made for some hot times and honestly I am certain that if I saw him now, we'd fuck like bunnies again.

Anyway, that is a little tale about phone-sex chat lines and as I finish up this story, I did a little research and am thrilled that they actually still exist out there! Maybe the voice memo feature of grindr actually has some appeal!