hahhha. man that was so funny. it reminded me of when I visited a parlor. i was weee young man, 100 pounds lighter in my teen, a skinny blond boy with his two teen pals. we took the MTC to down town minneapolis (this was in the 80s when it wasn't so gentrified). We were on a sexual adventure. We'd heard about "massage parlors", so we thought we would try to find one.
They were sometimes called "Fitness Studios". There were a fair amount... So we find this one next to the Orpheum in what was then a porno/gay district. We ring this bell (it is about 10pm). No one comes to the door, so my buddy just holds the button down and keeps pushing it in an out to be annoying. We are in the air lock trying to peek in (we see some crappy weight bench and dusty work out stuff). We all of sudden this mean looking Korean woman's face appears in the door.
Man she looks pissed, like we just woke her up. She's worse for the wear in her late 40s or 50s. And she yells:"What YOU WANT!? What you WANT?" Well we just about peed our pants. She scared us. We mumbled an apology and ran the hell out of there. But somehow it just got our hormones going. None us wanted to admit we wanted her (it was probably some sort of Oedipal thing). When you're a young buck, you think about everyone: your teacher, your buddies mom, the female bus driver, your cousin, the woman who cuts your hair.... the grumpy old korean woman.
but none of us would admit it back then. anyhow we decide to wander more. we trying to find dark alleys and so on. we end up see a red-lit dark hall next to the army surplus store on 1st. well, we think "red light" no names.... this must lead somewhere.
we go up some stairs and we see a man and woman leaving. they say high. the woman looks pretty rough. but all kinds of thoughts are working through my teen-perverted mind. i am thinking about three somes and more somes and so on. we ascend some stairs and the distinct odor of chlorine is noticable.
we get to the top and a burly leather daddy greets us. got ids, boys? suddenly my speedy senses are tingling. i remember hearing about bathhouses and glory hole places and i am curious but real scared. we all are. we start backing out. we realize why the earlier woman looked so ragged. she was a DUDE! now we are high tailing down the stairs and we meet some older aunties hand in hand. these guys look in there fifties. they say, come on back boys... why are you leaving so soon, the night's early. sheesh. we were scarred, angry, embarassed. and for almost 2 decades, my buddies like to remind me how i led them to a gay bath house....
thesaint
My first paid for sex was brutal. But first a little background...
I was very young, and very much in love - so much so that I joined the Navy to make sure that I could make something out of myself and make my woman proud!!! I sent all of my pay checks home to her and when I go back I found out she had been shacking up with one of my friends and they were having a hell of a time on my dough!!! So there I was, I was crushed - an emotional disaster without a penny to my name. Had to get the money from my parents to get back to the navy!! My confidence is non existent and my freshly shaved head didn't help maters. In the mid 70's - yea chicks really dug that back them!!
My ex and I used to do it all the time - guess I thought it was good for both of us (silly fatman!!!) Anyway - after being used to teenage sex and not having any through boot camp and on leave - I had heard about the massage parlors of San Diego... so what the hell.
Walk into the Massage Parlor and there is a very, very large black women behind a desk. The drapes are pulled tight. The light is from a small reading lamp at her desk and a black light shining on a poster - you remeber the ones - the felt black light posters with the peace sign and naked women!! Soft soul music is playing in the background. Incences is burning and she speaks to me in voice that Darth Vader would have been proud to own " What's your pleasure sugar"
I almost ran out - I didn't know there was a madam and figured she was the one that was going to give me the massage. The look on my face must have said it all, or it could have been the sound of my jaw hitting the floor, not sure which. She says in that deep scratchy voice - "oh don you worry none - I am not gonna hurt you as a matter of fact there is a special lady just waiting for you, you just pay me the 25.00 and you go back to that room and get your little white ass comfortable - she will be back there in a jiffy"
She lifted her hand to point down the hall way and you could smell the perfume and cologne along with the body order that larger people have. I was just glad it wasn't going to be her.
The massues arrives, knocking on the door so gently and saying "are you ready for me?" She opens the door and I don't know what I was expecting - Farah Fawcett or some other california babe - but this women was not entirely attractive. Kind of stringy blonde hair - with some type of outfit on - guess it was supposed to be daisy dukes and a halter but not quite sure as most of her was spilling out and I really couldn't see the outfit.
She starts giving me a back rub and the touch of a women was really great and I started to relax figuring ok - maybe you can just get a backrub and get out. The backrub is going on for less then 5 minutes and then it happened the question......"Will there be any extras?"
Hey I am a spoiled rotten little suburban niave kid from the midwest and I didn't have a clue what she was asking. So I responded - "What's an extra"
Guess that sets off big alarms back then as she assumed I was le and was trying to entrap her. I will adimt I had the buzz cut - but with the buzz cut - I looked all of 12 years old - LE COME ON!!!
She lets it go for a bit and starts to rub more and asks again - "Will there be anything extra??" And I ask again "What's an extra" And she slaps my back with her open hand and says are you a fucking cop??? If your a fucking cop I just don't need this shit - just get the fuck out of here and on and on. I am scared to death that the house mom is gonna come in and kick the shit out of me. I try to explain my situation being out of boot camp and everything and somehow or another I convince her I am not a cop. And she finally explains what an extra is. So my next question is "how much for what"
This sets her off again about being a cop and you don't ever talk about money and this and that and yelling and screaming at me. We are really getting along well - really nice atmospher. We are connecting. She finally calms down again and she explains her charges and I tell her that I only have so much money - and I guess she thought I was trying to haggle the price down - Hell - I don't even know how to haggle, I am barley 17, paying for sex for the first time - I was just trying to tell her that I didn't have enough money!! She gets really pissed at me and says ok.... fine. (words that don't mean what they say)
She throws a condom at me and it bounces of my chest and on to the floor. This is the mid 70's remember and STD's just weren't a concern and my girl friend and I never used one. I didn't even have a clue what the damn thing was!! So I am fumbling with the condom trying to figure out how to open the damn thing - that takes a couple of minutes and she is tapping her fingers on the window sill while I am trying to do this.... no pressure at all. I finally get the condom out and it takes another 3 minutes or so for me to put this.... this.... thing on my dick. While I am doing this she is taking off her daisy dukes or what ever they were and she kind of just pours out of them even more. It is also apparent that a shower was not high on her prioirty for our little engagment.
She then lies down on the floor with things from her body falling this way an that way (no two things in the same direction mind you) and basically yells at me....LET's GO, You only have a few mintues you know. Well with all this encouragement and the bonding we had done, not to mention the fact that I was scared to death to walk out - I jumped on and we end up doing it on the floor.
She started talking dirty to me - but I don't think it was to excite me!! She is yelling at me the entire time (which as less the 1 minute!!!) I cum on limp dick - pull out, get my clothes on as fast as I can and run out. When I run out of the building and don't think life can get any worse - 3 of my buddies drive by in their car and just start giving me a bunch of shit!!! I hop in the car - take the shit - and the drugs, thank you very much and then through the rest of the night listen to all of there stories about the same place - and pretty much the same results as well. They start to tell me of better places to go with much nicer girls etc etc. We decided that weekend that they would show me a better place and a better time.... but that story if for another posting!!!
hahhha. man that was so funny. it reminded me of when I visited a parlor. i was weee young man, 100 pounds lighter in my teen, a skinny blond boy with his two teen pals. we took the MTC to down town minneapolis (this was in the 80s when it wasn't so gentrified). We were on a sexual adventure. We'd heard about "massage parlors", so we thought we would try to find one.
They were sometimes called "Fitness Studios". There were a fair amount... So we find this one next to the Orpheum in what was then a porno/gay district. We ring this bell (it is about 10pm). No one comes to the door, so my buddy just holds the button down and keeps pushing it in an out to be annoying. We are in the air lock trying to peek in (we see some crappy weight bench and dusty work out stuff). We all of sudden this mean looking Korean woman's face appears in the door.
Man she looks pissed, like we just woke her up. She's worse for the wear in her late 40s or 50s. And she yells:"What YOU WANT!? What you WANT?" Well we just about peed our pants. She scared us. We mumbled an apology and ran the hell out of there. But somehow it just got our hormones going. None us wanted to admit we wanted her (it was probably some sort of Oedipal thing). When you're a young buck, you think about everyone: your teacher, your buddies mom, the female bus driver, your cousin, the woman who cuts your hair.... the grumpy old korean woman.
but none of us would admit it back then. anyhow we decide to wander more. we trying to find dark alleys and so on. we end up see a red-lit dark hall next to the army surplus store on 1st. well, we think "red light" no names.... this must lead somewhere.
we go up some stairs and we see a man and woman leaving. they say high. the woman looks pretty rough. but all kinds of thoughts are working through my teen-perverted mind. i am thinking about three somes and more somes and so on. we ascend some stairs and the distinct odor of chlorine is noticable.
we get to the top and a burly leather daddy greets us. got ids, boys? suddenly my speedy senses are tingling. i remember hearing about bathhouses and glory hole places and i am curious but real scared. we all are. we start backing out. we realize why the earlier woman looked so ragged. she was a DUDE! now we are high tailing down the stairs and we meet some older aunties hand in hand. these guys look in there fifties. they say, come on back boys... why are you leaving so soon, the night's early. sheesh. we were scarred, angry, embarassed. and for almost 2 decades, my buddies like to remind me how i led them to a gay bath house....
thesaint