A whore's life

The right ear was considered the “gay ear” in 1978. So, at a shop on Christopher Street, I had my right ear pierced, and wore a small steel stud. I wasn’t fem and was taken to be straight most of the time, unless I was in a gay bar. I wanted people in the regular world who knew the code to know what I was.

“You’re very nice and I’d like to take you to dinner” said the pleasant man wearing glasses to me when I was working at the movie theater’s candy counter. Earlier, when he was with his friend I sold him two small popcorns and two medium Cokes. There was some brief chat and I could tell he was attracted to me. I was wearing my new earring. “Sure, thanks.” Tomorrow was my day off and we set a time and a place. My first date with a man! I was willing to try something normal for a change.

Scott was 28, from Colorado and had graduated from NYU Law School and worked at a law firm. He was thin, medium height, brown-haired and nice.

He was standing outside of a very popular Mexican restaurant on Broadway and 4th Street when I arrived at 7:50 PM. He had gotten there early to put his name down, and so we didn’t have to wait that long. Over nachos, burritos and several of their famed margaritas, we talked about regular stuff. He’d had a few boyfriends and recently broken up. I lied and said I’d delayed my admission to Hunter College to save up money. I figured I should try to seem conventional.

We finished dinner and drinks and he paid the check. “Well, here’s my card and I hope you’ll get in touch so we can get together again” he said outside as he kissed me on the cheek! Huh? This guy was a real gentleman, but I wasn’t. He’d mentioned he lived in the East Village. I figured he picked this restaurant as it wasn’t far from his place. Some gay men had a no sex on the first date rule, I later learned. Fuck that! We had a mutual attraction, I wanted to suck his dick and for him to fuck me. Simple.

“Oh, it’s early. Wouldn’t you like me to come home with you?” I said as I kissed him on the lips. “Oh, well. Sure.” We walked a few blocks to Second Avenue. Scott’s apartment was an okay neat one bedroom. He poured some red wine and we sat on his couch. More talk and we finished our wine. He leaned in and we made out. I got handsy and rubbed his crotch. I liked what I felt. “We should go to the bedroom” he said quietly.

It was dark, and I started taking my clothes off and then he did the same. We were in bed kissing. Then I went down on him. His dick was quite appealing. “You’re so young to be so good at that” he moaned as I deepthroated him. Oh, Scott was so straight-laced. He was panting, hard and dripping. “Do you have Vaseline?” I said. “Oh. We don’t have to go all the way.” I wrapped my hand around his dick and stroked it up and down. “I’m ready, and you sure are ready” I said. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, I was on all fours. He greased up his cock and my hole. “Are you okay?” he gently asked as he slowly slid his dick in my ass.

He was a patient and considerate lover and I could sense he was having pleasure despite his morality. I was used to a rough hard fuck. He was so nice. Too nice at first. Once he got going he was more aggressive. I could do it again with him. I jerked myself off. He soon came in me. We cleaned up. “Thanks for everything” he said. “I had a wonderful time.” I took a cab home.

Two nights later, wearing a suit and tie, Scott dropped in at the movie theater to say hello at 7:00 PM after his work. Hmmm. I took a break and we went to Shakespeare’s, a bar and restaurant down the street. We sat at the bar and he had a red wine and I had a Dewar’s. “I really enjoyed our date. I hope you did too” said Scott. “I didn’t mean to be so awkward. I’ve never been fast. I broke up with someone last month. We were together two years. I realize you’re younger and you’re exploring. I hope we can get together again.”

“How about tonight? I can come to your place after work. Can you wait till midnight for me?” I said as I slid my hand under the bar and grabbed his rock solid crotch through his suit pants. He was hot for me. He wanted me again.  “Um, that would be great.” “Good. Be naked when I get there. I have to get back to work” I said finishing my drink.

At midnight, I was in a cab heading across Eighth Street over to Second Avenue. Scott answered his door and there he was nude and hard. In the light his dick and body looked even better. We kissed and then I was on my knees sucking him in the living room. I got up and took my clothes off.  

This time the jar of Vaseline was on the night table. “Fuck me on my back.” He was a wilder and more confident with his technique. “We both came at the same time. That’s so great…” he sighed.

This was on a Wednesday night. Scott then explained that he was going to Fire Island that weekend. The friend from work he was sharing a room with had just dropped out. Would I like to go with him instead? Everything would be taken care of. “Sure…”  

“You lucky bitch!” laughed Steve the next day when I told him I needed the weekend off. “Certainly! You’ll have a blast!”