Poll: Popping your commercial cherry

[Cloud Nine]

As suggested by Cat_Ballou

[Cloud Nine]

I should clarify since its too late to edit the question.

"Commercial sex" in this context doesnt mean stuffing a dollar bill in a stripper's g-string. In other words, the first time you paid to get a HJ, BJ, FS, etc.

[Cat_Ballou]

I am very curious about this, especially in the difference in experence and circumstance between those men who began hobbying prior to the advent of the Internet and the early quasi-mainstreaming that came about with the so-called Sexual Revolution, and those who came to it later.

Although nothing in my viewpoint would have prevented it, I very much doubt that I would ever have found my current niche without the Internet, and I also see that reflected in my clients, who are often very new. (And the notion that I'm the experienced one just makes me laugh)...

[Dondee]

I remember paying for my first "piece" in MPC's (Military Payment Certificates) in DaNang Viet Nam........so long ago.

[rajah]

Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
...especially in the difference in experence and circumstance between those men who began hobbying prior to the advent of the Internet and the early quasi-mainstreaming that came about with the so-called Sexual Revolution, and those who came to it later...
Not the same. Internet: The past decade. Sexual Revolution: the past 3 decades. Probaly a big difference in experience and circumstances depending on which period an individual began. Might be interesting to poll what year a hobbyist began.

BTW, I assume the poll really seeks the age at which serious hobbying began. Many a guy has paid for a piece or two when very young, then done nothing further along that line for years.

[Dondee]

Originally posted by rajah
.....BTW, I assume the poll really seeks the age at which serious hobbying began. Many a guy has paid for a piece or two when very young, then done nothing further along that line for years.

You are correct! In my case at least.

First time in 1967 and then not until Dec. 2002.........

[Cat_Ballou]

Well, I don't think the stats are really all that important, so much as the stories behind them, which I would love to hear -- and I agree, the year of commencement is certainly important...

C'mon, Slinky -- give it up, ;-) ... Tell us about that first time, so very long ago...

[NOYL]

.

[Cat_Ballou]

You too, NOYL, ;-) ...

(I'm getting punchy -- time for a Time Out...)

[Slinky Bender]

Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
C'mon, Slinky -- give it up, ;-) ... Tell us about that first time, so very long ago...

Again?

[Dondee]

......we promise to listen to all the sordid details!

[Cat_Ballou]

Originally posted by slinkybender
Again? Yeah, I wasn't here that day...

So, you're wearing the ruby slippers, you found the beginning of the yellow brick road -- what happened next?

[UPPEREASTSIDE]

I know I'm not the only one, but I remember blowing a summer job check at the age of at least 15 (maybe younger).
I had the check cashed and called a girl in the back pages of the boston phoenix (the boston version of the voice).
I called and took a 40 minute subway ride to blow almost my whole check.
Those were the days though!
If I made what I make now and the provider prices were like they were then, I'd be able to do a provider a day and still not worry about bills.

[Dondee]

Originally posted by UPPEREASTSIDE
......Those were the days though!

If I made what I make now and the provider prices were like they were then, I'd be able to do a provider a day and still not worry about bills.

Sure and BMM would still be ahead! :)

[UPPEREASTSIDE]

Originally posted by Dondee
Sure and BMM would still be ahead! :)

Shit, no matter what era it is, there are gonna be children growng up trying to be like him just like they would barry bonds, nomar garciaparra, arod, etc..

I wanna be like BMM!!

[azzure]

The poll doesn't include my age category.

[occasionalhobbyist]

you're ageless?

[JackT]

you're exactly 61!

[Dondee]

How can that be? How can anyone be "exactly" 61 or 18 or 22?
Time clicks on every second...no it clicks on without any desernable increment.....so tell me....

[billyS]

Toonces, to save you from searching:
Originally posted by billyS
May 1981. At the end of my Senior year I was in Manhatten for a job interview. I had gone in alot with my friends but this was probably the first time I was alone and over 18.
When the interview was over I cruised down to the "Duece" to check out the peeps. On my way back at the corner of 8th and 42nd a young black girl caught my eye. She must have smelled sucker as here I am, 21 years old, but looking maybe 17, in a suit no less. She locked her eyes on me and gave me that standard line from that time period "Want to go out". I knew what that meant. I explained how much cash I had and if that would be enough. She assured me it would. We started walking down 8th and after a few blocks we turned heading East. She nodded to a dude who must have been her pimp and he nodded back. We arrived at a hotel and I paid for the room. Once at the room she explained how much she wanted which of course did not match what she had told me on the street. For what I had left she started an extremely wet BBBJ with a lot of hand jerking. She kept stopping every few seconds and demanding more money. Her BBBJ felt really good but I couldn't concentrate with her stopping and admonishing me all the time. Finally she stopped and walked to the center of the room and pulled her pants down. She started rubbing her pussy with a tissue and looking at the tissue as if she was checking for something. She told me "Don't think your getting all this for $25. After she figured out that I wasn't lying and that I really didn't have any money left she just left. I had this huge wet boner so I just finished myself and left.

[billyS]

My first time - Part II
August 1981. After being home from school for the summer I was going crazy. I had attended a school where the girls out numbered the boys 5 to 2. That combined with a then legal drinking age of 18 and no threat of Herpes or AIDS made getting laid very easy. Also I had wrecked my car and my parents were hesitant to lend me theirs so dating was hard. I finally decided why not just get a hooker? One Friday night I headed into the city by bus and subway. I walked up and down 8th and 7th ave in the area of 42 hoping to get solicited. No luck. On my final pass down 42, just off 6th as I was passing Les Girls a shill caught my ear. "Girls upstairs" he said. I turned on a dime. I later noticed the place advertised as Topless shoe shines . I ran up the stairs and was greeted by a cute blonde. She pointed to about 10 girls and told me to pick one. I asked if she was available and she said yeah. Once in the room I discovered I only had enough for a blow job. She started covering me and I asked her if that was needed and she explained how it protected both of us. She out on some music and stared sucking. I think I was supposed to cum at the climax of the song and she seemed annoyed that I didn't and that she had to keep on sucking. she said if I didn't cum soon I'd have to pay extra. Luckily I shot my wad right after that. I told her I'd come back with more money next time and fuck her and she just gave me a look like she didn't really give a fuck. So it was both my first time I came with a hooker and my first experience with a hardend hooker.

[billyS]

My first time - Part III
August 1981 After telling of my experience to a friend who I knew also indulged in the 'Hobby' (I haven't seen him in 15 years, but I suspect he might be a UG member since he turned me onto Screw magazine and the place above the Great Bear on Queens Blvd.) He told me of another place directly across the street above Tads Steak House. So the next week I went back and tried this place. You went up a flight of stairs and they buzzed you in. You paid a small sum for a ticket and then you handed it to one of the girls seated on folding chairs. I pick a cute dark black girl. She told me we were going to have fun. I think I paid $75 for a half and half. (shit, 22 years later I can get a half and half at CA for $70). The thing that I remember was that as I entered her I felt her pussy was very hot. It was both the first time I ever had sex with a hooker and the first time I had sex with a black girl.

[Cat_Ballou]

I guess you'll always remember the summer of '81, huh? Thanks for the stories, very interesting. (Bummer about that first time in May...)

[billyS]

Note to Slinky: I cut and pasted that from another thread and did not notice the offendeing reference till after the three minutes were up.

[billyS]

Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
I guess you'll always remember the summer of '81, huh? Thanks for the stories, very interesting. (Bummer about that first time in May...)
I chalk it up as a learning experience.

[Wwanderer]

Originally posted by Dondee
How can that be? How can anyone be "exactly" 61 or 18 or 22?
Time clicks on every second...no it clicks on without any desernable increment.....so tell me....

Caution - deep water lies in this direction.

-Ww

[Wwanderer]

I would not have guessed that two thirds (of the 40 who have responded so far) of us started before age 30. Isn't this contrary to the stereotype or conventional wisdom that the typical hobbyist is a bored or sexually frustrated married guy, in his late 30s or probably beyond and thus well past the prime of his own attractiveness.

Of course, the above might still describe the typical hobbyist...just not the typical first time hobbyist. It appears that a lot of us started a lot earlier...out of curiosity and acute horniness more than anything else. Me too. I was 24 or so the first time.

-Ww

[Cat_Ballou]

Originally posted by Wwanderer
I would not have guessed that two thirds (of the 40 who have responded so far) of us started before age 30. Isn't this contrary to the stereotype or conventional wisdom that the typical hobbyist is a bored or sexually frustrated married guy, in his late 30s or probably beyond and thus well past the prime of his own attractiveness.

-Ww Italics mine, obviously... Ww, I'm shocked! Such a narrow view of masculine pulchritude, indeed, ;-) ...

[Slinky Bender]

Originally posted by Wwanderer
in his late 30s or probably beyond and thus well past the prime of his own attractiveness.

Speak for yourself, buster.

[Wwanderer]

Originally posted by slinkybender
Speak for yourself, buster.

I am...but no regrets here.

-Ww

[Cat_Ballou]

I wouldn't kick either one of you out of bed, ;-) ...

[pjorourke]

Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
I wouldn't kick either one of you out of bed, ;-) ...
Even if they were eating crackers?

[Cat_Ballou]

Originally posted by pjorourke
Even if they were eating crackers? What kind of wrath would descend on my head if I were to say, "It depends, what's her name?"

Crackers are fine, I've got a Dustbuster...

[Cat_Ballou]

I just noticed that one person selected "I used my Social Security check to pay for my first time." How cool is that! Of course, they do say that a willingness to try new things will help keep you young...

[BoyWonder]

Hey Cat....how about your first time...........??

[Cat_Ballou]

First time ever, or first time as a provider?

[moneyshotsnj]

Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
First time ever, or first time as a provider?

Oh boy...how about both!

[Cat_Ballou]

Originally posted by moneyshotsnj
Oh boy...how about both! Oh my, such enthusiasm, ROFL!

Alright, I'll tell my tale(s) of tail, but first I have to bundle up and head out into Great White Day outside for provisions. Then I'll cozy up to the keyboard, ;-) ...

[Thorn]

It was the mid-70's and a male 16 year old high school virgin was considered an oddity by his peers in those days. No one was preaching abstinence in the public schools. There was no AIDS. Hell, we didn't even know from herpes back then.

So when I admited to my "crew" that, while I had dated plenty enough, I was still a virgin I got some very strange looks. [Though, in hindsight, most of them were probably full of shit and hadn't gone much past 2nd base themselves]. I was sort of the defacto leader of my berserk bunch of misfits so I figure they must have thought that my hugh social gaff reflected poorly on them, given what they were to do about it.

Like any group of nefarious Newark wanna be hell hounds we fancied Times Square to be a grand place to hang out and we'd pop on "The Tubes" [what we in the neighborhood called "The Path" ] and run over to 34th St and walk up.

One particularly blustery fall day, not several months removed from my 16th birthday and me looking all of 20 something years old [which was why I was the leader of my rag tag outfit. I looked old enough to purchase the beer, the tickes to "M" rated movies, etc... when we weren't sneaking in the back door of the theatre, that is], my friends and I were wandering around 8th Ave and 42nd St. We'd just been kicked out of "Show World" because, while I could pass, several of my friends could not.

Eighth Ave back in the mid-70's isn't like it is today. Its not even like it was 10 years ago. Back then Eighth Ave was the notorious "Minnesota Strip". I'm caught up in watching the people pass by. Checking the faces, places and attitudes. Even then I was a student of the human dynamic. I loved being on the fringe of things, watching as everything unfolded before me like some kind of passion play. Occassionally jumping into the game, but usually enjoying my front row seats on the world, that was me. I come back to reality and noticed my friends aren't near me at the moment. They are huddled off a few yards up 8th Ave from me, whispering among themselves. I immediately get a bad feeling about it, sensing in my gut this can't be anything good.

[Thorn]

I walk over, into their midst, and have it announced to me that my time had come. It seems a collection had been taken up among them and a whole twenty dollars collected. I was to loose my cherrry, both commerically and literally, that very day or be cast down. Even then the people I ran with were slightly twisted [looking in the direction of several of the people I associate with today]. I knew, I mean I knew, there wasn't going to be any good way out of this. I hem and hawed, I suggested alternatives, but all it did was postpone the inevitable. They were not having it any other way then that I was going to loose my cherry, right there and then.

Believe it or not, and don't laugh, I had harbored some romantic notions about it being someone I had a personal yen for... not waiting for wedding bells mind you, but some girl that would be "The Memory" I'd carry of my first time into my old age. This was, truly, not what I had in mind.

Seems my "friends" weren't finished yet though. Not ONLY was I to loose my proverbial male maidenhead to a working girl, they had actually gone to the trouble of picking someone out for me. The wonderful lads that they were.

Now, 8th Ave was full of girls my own age selling their wares to provide the necessities of life [those being, at the time, a walk from a severe ass kicking by some low life male leech making his money on th back of any mumber of teenage run-aways from the mid-west, hench the name "Minnesota Strip", for all the blond, blue-eyed, runaways walking up and down saying "Wanna Date"], all ideally more suited for a "man" of my tender years. But no, my friends pick a woman that was a caricature of every street walking stereotype ever written in the pages of bad pulp fiction. The make-up, the walk, the talk, the frizzy hair, the bad skin. The pinch the cheek of the kid she's sized up as a virgin not two seconds after meeting him, and about one minute after my friends have pushed me in her general direction. The one who announces loud enough for the entire corner to hear that, "Its not going to be so bad "Kid". Who knows, you might even like it.". [If I live to be eighty I'll still hear those words. Though they no long make me cringe anymore.]

There is a short walk up 8th to a seedy little short stay that charged in 30 minute incriments [I kid you not]. Literally a small room, a sink, and a sort of a kitchen counter type thing nailed into the wall with a mattress pad on it. Plush accomidations, most certainly. I'm mumbling to myself. She's all shits and giggles about this and I am not sure I appreciate her sense of humor about the situation. There is some odd, certainly something resembling sex, action taking place but I am failing miserably. The cigerette breath, up close and personal, the clown make-up and the platfom sandles, that though naked, she is still wearing, the surroundings, are all conspiring to make my outty an inny. She works at it, and works at it some more, but I am going nowhere fast.

At first she seems rather annoyed. Then something comes over her and her sentiment changes. She tells me, while she is getting dressed and I am sure meaning to be good natured about the whole thing, to "see what I can do for myself and to call her if its about to happen and she'll come over and 'catch it'".

Good intentioned or not, this kills any feeling I had left in my johnson and I get up and start dressing myself. She's all shits and giggles again, and I know its at my expense. I can hear the thoughts in her head about young boys. She walks with me back to the group, still waiting on the corner of 8th Ave and 42nd St. I am dreading this, and I do mean dreading.

There and then, as we walked up to my gawking crew of Newark rabble, she breaks out the oldest cliche' known to mankind. She becomes "The Hooker with a Heart of Gold". She takes my arm and leads me up to the group, goes on tip toe to give me a big kiss on the cheek, and announces loud enough for everyone within the general vicinity to hear what a man I was and that she'd gladly have sex with someone like me any day of the week. Hell' she might even be tempted to give it away to someone like me.

I'm a bit dazed, let along confused, and she gives me a pat on the rump and heads south down 8th in her red platform shoes, blue micro mini, and her fake rabbit fur jacket, frizzy hair flying in the afternoon breeze, as my friends close in around me, a new respect in their eyes, hounding me for the details...

[Cat_Ballou]

Great story, Thorn -- only one problem, in fact: you didn't actually lose your virginity, did you? ;-)

Is there such a thing as the penultimate loss of virginity? (Hi, PJ!)

(BTW, Thorn, did you ever 'fess up to those buddies?)

[Cat_Ballou]

At the tender, post-menses age of twelve, I got thrown off a horse against a tree. Having grown up in a proto-feminist household with the appropriate reading material, and having had a period less than two weeks earlier, I deduced the conclusion, later borne out by the lack of blood and pain during my actual deflowering*, several years later...

_________________

*Might this not be better thought of as, "bringing in to flower"? Certainly one couldn't argue that the bloom was already off the rose on that day...

[Thorn]

Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
Great story, Thorn -- only one problem, in fact: you didn't actually lose your virginity, did you? ;-)

Is there such a thing as the penultimate loss of virginity? (Hi, PJ!)

(BTW, Thorn, did you ever 'fess up to those buddies?)

Does a woman, after insertion, need to experience orgasm to be considered no longer a virgin?

Dear Cat, I was a 16 year old boy. I am proud of the fact that I only lied by omission, saying a gentleman doesn't tell and leaving their imaginations to fill in the fancy over the fact. Probably much better then I could do myself, telling a straight foward lie.

Much, much later; well over a decade, I told the truth to the two of those still left of that crew that I saw from time to time. We laughed a bit outside. I have to admit that inside, while I was no were near crying, mind you, I wasn't laughing either. I discovered, very early, the fact that this business can cut both ways.

Its much more and much less, all at the same time. I try to stay on the "more" side of the equation. :) If that makes any sense.

[popeye]

Thorn,

Great story, I enjoyed it immensely. It makes me wonder how many men here lost their virginity with a pro. Between this thread and the other one on the same subject, it appears a great deal of us lost our virginity by way of the working girl. In a sense, it means the world has not changed so much, as this is a legitimate means for losing ones virginity the world over. Please forgive my copying of your style of posting, in my attempt to share my story.

Background-

I was raised amongst males whose testosterone levels were off the chart. In my extended family, men who I grew up knowing as surrogate fathers and uncles routinely cheated on their wives, it was generally known and quietly accepted by the wives. As I grew up I discovered the closeness I saw between certain aunties and uncles, each having spouses but not married to each other, went beyond family relations. Likewise the closeness between certain ‘cousins’ or a boy and girl, each from different immediate families, was based on the sharing of body fluids discovered during puberty. The young male offspring of this extended family grouping deflowered whole neighborhoods of girls as well as close female relatives. I am one of the offspring, but one that did not subscribe to the family values. Unfortunately, and to the chagrin of my male cousins, I am a terrible romantic at heart, who couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of the little girls, even when they would tell one of my cousins they would prefer to ‘do me’ than them. Typically, when the possibility of rejection was near, my resourceful cousins saw this as an opportunity; they were all older and worldlier than me, to negotiate with the girl. Typically, if she, the girl, gave him what he wanted, then he would make sure she got what she wanted. Often, in fact all the time, my cousins would forget their promise after receiving what they wanted. And then I would see the look of sadness in the girls’ face, after being so callously used by one of my older relatives. After my cousins finished, it was always time to leave because we would be conveniently out of time.

[popeye]

College Kid-

What does this have to do with the topic at hand? Well, I couldn’t bring myself to do whatever it took to get into girls pants. Furthermore, being a hopeless romantic the girls I liked didn’t like me- thought me too intense, or I was too shy to approach them if they showed any real interest in me. To a great extent I am still the same way. While in my junior year of college I was quite angry at the world. I was tired of being in college preparing to enter a profession that seemed not to offer much in the way of financial freedom. I was tired of all the guys who didn’t attend college, but worked regular jobs like UPS driver, doing better than my impecunious self. Plus, all the desirable girls gravitated to the working guys with money, and not the poor college kid. I also was tired of having a set of values and ideals that kept me from having a good time, since I didn’t know what a good time actually was, I defined it as what everyone else but me was doing. I didn’t drink, smoke nor have sex with anyone or anything. To make a long story short, I was twenty-one, it was around my birthday and I figured by losing my virginity to a sex worker I would be having a good time responsibly. I would be addressing the need for emancipation from my sheltered stodgy life by engaging in illicit sex. I was also proud of my chosen method, for I found it to be a noble path. In effect my thinking was that I would not be using some poor unsuspecting ‘nice’ girl for sex, but a professional woman who selected to provide men with such services.

Searching-

Through my extended family I knew of all the avenues for getting such service. So I started secretly purchasing the Village Voice, Screw, Swinger magazines and driving by hooker hot spots. Thinking back to this period, I laugh to myself, because I ventured to have the perfect commercial sex experience, and like a great sleuth went about researching the matter with a great sense of purpose. So the streets were quickly eliminated- but quickly returned once the cherry was popped, the whorehouses were off next, and finally the single woman providers who all seemed to be old women well past their prime. I finally decided on the Massage Houses, specifically the Asian Massage houses as advertised in the Village Voice. I tried to get into a couple, and the women told me No. One actually was nice enough to tell me that I looked too young, and that I shouldn’t lose my virginity in this manner. I could not believe this; I thought all that was required was money. By the time I found what I wanted I was twenty-two years old, and it was my birthday again. The place I ultimately found was through the back pages of the Village Voice, and was located on Canal Street near 6th or 7th Avenue.

[popeye]

The Hostess-

I staked the place out, and saw how other guys were buzzed in. I laughed when I saw a Hasidic guy in full regalia get buzzed up. After seeing him, I got some confidence and I went and tried, and was buzzed up as well. The place was amazing. It was beyond what I imagined. A short portly middle-aged Korean woman let me in, and I could not understand a word she was saying. She sat me down, while speaking incessantly. The place was hopping on a Saturday night, it seemed like another world. It was dimly lit, with shaded lamps providing the majority of illumination. I was transfixed by what I saw around me. The air was stale with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke mixed with cheap perfume. It was like Grand Central station, people were milling about all over the place. Girls were in and out of the sitting room where I was, male customers came and went, and a set of older Korean men sat in a room, visible from where I was seated, drinking and were deep in conversation apparently oblivious to the goings on. The middle-aged lady came by and got my attention, and seemed to ask me what was wrong? It appeared that I was supposed to choose one of the ladies seated across from me on the sofa and I hadn’t. I guess due to my look of confusion she made the choice for me. The next thing I knew I was introduced to my hostess and taken to the back. The back had a locker area, shower room, and sauna.

Becoming Pop-

After experiencing the treatment offered in the back area, I was relishing this adventure, and was ready for whatever would come next. When my hostess got me to the room she requested the fee. I gave her what I was quoted over the phone. When she finished her massage, she requested a tip. I was taken aback, shocked, and very confused. I asked if there would be anything else offered besides the massage. Especially, since she had teased me to the point of near spillage quite a few times during the massage- I was fully aroused. She said yes, but that I needed to tip her first. I explained to her it was my first time, and that I didn’t know the procedure there, and didn’t have the requested tip for complete service. She looked at me incredulously at first, and then I guess finally believed me when I showed her my nearly empty wallet. ATMs were very new at the time, and luckily I had an account that gave me access to money through one. I told her to wait, that I would be right back with some cash. I remember her lowering the tip amount in the hopes I would have the amount on me, I guess I got sympathy points. I also remember the actual feeling of intercourse not being what I expected. I guess I had masturbated for such a long time I compared everything to it, and at first preferred the feeling I got from my hands. Apparently I took longer than she expected, and she left a little wet spot on the bed sheet. I thought she had peed during intercourse. But she looked flushed and quite pleased with the goings on, and told me all was fine that it was not urine. After we were finished she kept asking me if this was truly my first time, and kept saying I did very well. On the way out she even told some of the other girls, according to her she was telling them I was very strong and big in the saddle. In retrospect, I suspect she was telling them I deflowered him and it felt pretty good for a virgin.

I found the experience too expensive to repeat soon afterwards, so I resorted to the streets, before finally getting a girlfriend my senior year. I experienced the best sex of my life till this day with the girlfriend, but she was extremely emotionally unstable. It seems she stigmatized me for life as every woman I have ever been emotionally involved with has been quite off balance. That is why I have come to prefer commercial women; who are quite unbalanced themselves. The irony of this story is, that after trying all types of commercial sex services, I have now settled with the AMP experience as the one that is right for me.

Regards,

Pop

[milkman]

why was thorn banned. i always enjoyed his posts.

[pjorourke]

Originally posted by milkman
why was thorn banned. i always enjoyed his posts.
He is small "b" banned, not "Banned". The latter means you can't post, the former is a slinkyism.

[Cat_Ballou]

Originally posted by pjorourke
slinkyism.

N. A cryptic statement or action, often with no apparent logical point, frequently delivered "guerilla" style; also see, "Huh?"

[justlooking]

Originally posted by pjorourke
He is small "b" banned, not "Banned". The latter means you can't post, the former is a slinkyism.

Actually, the opposite is true.

[curious]

You're thinking about JackT's avatar. For the time that I've been here, Thorn was always "Gold".

I'm also wondering what got Thorn axed; did somebody take offense to his tale above? Because of the age he indicated in there?!?

[pjorourke]

Originally posted by justlooking
Actually, the opposite is true.

Damn! You are right. I guess Thorn fucked up.

[Cat_Ballou]

Seems preposterous though, doesn't it? I mean, Thorn?

'Tis a puzzlement...

[BoyWonder]

Hey Cat...still waiting to here your tales (both) you have a nack for the written word..................

[Cat_Ballou]

I know, and I apologize for the delay, BoyWonder; I've been a bit scattered, and having trouble concentrating. I will post it (them?) as soon as I can -- sorry to be a tease, ;-) ...

[Thorn]

Originally posted by milkman
why was thorn banned. i always enjoyed his posts.


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Apparently I am not. But I am having my chain gently pulled by "The Staff". I have to admit it got me good for a minute, until I did this test post. Then I laughed very heartily.

Good one Cloud9. Spot on.

LOL

[Thorn]

Originally posted by milkman
why was thorn banned. i always enjoyed his posts.

Oh

P.S. Thank you for the kind words.

[fumpton]

note to self: little "b"=bad, just like little penis.

Hope I remember that.

[moneyshotsnj]

Originally posted by BoyWonder
Hey Cat...still waiting to here your tales (both) you have a nack for the written word..................


Originally posted by Cat_Ballou
I know, and I apologize for the delay, BoyWonder; I've been a bit scattered, and having trouble concentrating. I will post it (them?) as soon as I can -- sorry to be a tease, ;-) ...

I bet you're worth waiting for. :-)~

[Thorn]

Originally posted by Thorn
Test

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Apparently I am not. But I am having my chain gently pulled by "The Staff". I have to admit it got me good for a minute, until I did this test post. Then I laughed very heartily.

Good one Cloud9. Spot on.

LOL

UPDATE: Apparently it had been pointed out to me that it was due to a typo in my original post. I had just previously been on jag, commenting on "jagstaff's" not having been around and the appearence that the site had been left totally on auto-pilot.

I must of still had jags staff on the brain because I put it in the message instead of "utopia staff". Everyone, including myself, missed it until C9 was good enough to point it out. [T'anks buddy] and it then appeared I was trying to be "creative" about getting around the no ****** contact rule.

Obviously that was not the case.

All I can say is, what a week I have been having. [no, don't ask]

[fumpton]

Originally posted by Thorn
UPDATE: Apparently it had been pointed out to me that it was due to a typo in my original post. I had just previously been on jag, commenting on "jagstaff's" not having been around and the appearence that the site had been left totally on auto-pilot.

I must of still had jags staff on the brain because I put it in the message instead of "utopia staff". Everyone, including myself, missed it until C9 was good enough to point it out. [T'anks buddy] and it then appeared I was trying to be "creative" about getting around the no ****** contact rule.

Obviously that was not the case.

All I can say is, what a week I have been having. [no, don't ask]

........don't tell.

[jack sprat]

Many moons ago, I was a newly minted 2nd lieutenant arriving at my first assignment in Korea. The officer who met me at the division hqs to escort me to our battalion asked if I had brought my dress blues with me. Why? There was going to be a party at the officers' club that night.......and the guests of honor were a bus load of girls from Seoul.

For $20 it was a wonderful nite and a glorious intro to a contuing feast of commercial sex

[RoosterC74]

Southeast Asia-when I was a mere 18 years old. The prices were unreal-cheap as hell. And the service-was out of the western-world!

[drdumont]

1963 - At the Honest to God REAL "Chicken Ranch" in LaGrange, Texas. 71.2 miles from my college dorm. We used to hold a $1 a ticket raffle. First prize got the "fulll" treatment. Second prize got the second tier service. Usually sold enuf tix to pay for the gas, a couple of six packs, and we pooled the rest to defray "our" costs. Man, those were the days.
-- Doc

[JXM]

I was 17...and my boss (the manager of the restaurant I was working in) and I got drunk and he took me to an AMP in Bridgeport (Osaka on Main Street) and paid for me...I never knew it was SO EASY...was probably the best and worst thing that had ever happened to me...great because I love the life...bad because I'd probably be better off in some ways had I never started...

[JasonNY]

Great stories. Quite interesting and entertaining. Posters like Thorn, popeye and others make this board what it is. (the best in the biz)


JXM wrote:
great because I love the life...bad because I'd probably be better off in some ways had I never startedTis the enigma of life...

Jason

[Wandering Bull]

22 years old - bachelor party in Queens. Started at a pool hall then on to a strip club. Ended up at the Jade Motel oin Kennedy Airport. About 15 guys. We sit around and watch porn on the TV for about 10 minutes before two women show up - we all drop some cash into a hat and get a number. I get "2" . 15 minutes later (after the groom) I walk out and into another room. ( after large quantities of liquor). Go in and the groom is still on the other bed and I assume the position on bed 2. Quick BBBJ and she gets up uses a bucket and some lavoris and tells me to call in the next guy. I go back to the other room looking for soem LAVA soap..leave the room and walk 3 miles back to my friends house at 3am - walking along the belt parkway.

[Bandaid]

My commercial cherry and my cherry cherry were one and the same, on "The Block" in Baltimore (a 60 mile drive to find a "fallen woman") who, it turned out, had fallen very, very far. What a skank.

[sunraider7]

Spring 1979; Times Sq. hotel. I walk past the doorway of the hotel and notice a bbw provider leaning against the wall. She looks at me and says, "do you want to get a bj?" I get the short stay rate, and pay for the room. I follow her down a long hallway to the annointed place, and was I nervous. I don't think I lasted more than two minutes once she began to service me.

[Rokin]

1977. I was 17. Whorehouse on park place in downtown nyc. I still remember the antiseptic smell going up the elevator. I think the ad was in screw. $40 for fs and bj. I went back there a number of times and I have not stopped going to providers since.

[paulbunyon]

Back in the Summer of '86, just out of H.S. Picked up a bsw on the westside near the Intrepid. Wish I remembered her name. That area was really rocking back then. Think I got half and half for around $50. Nervous as hell but horny as hell and the little head won out. Been hobbying on and off (mostly on) for 19 years.

[jwills500]

I lost mine in the PI (thats the Phillipines for you youngins), I was 19 and in the Air Farce. When down to Angleies, pick up a cute babe for $2.50 all night. Some of the guys started dating these ho's and for christ sake married them. I guess getting laid for the first time really screwed up their thinking. I was transfered to Mindinao where I became friends with a Night Club owner. He needed electronic stuff (tubes, mics, ect) I got to pick any girl in the club free at any time. It was great cause the girls found out about my arrangement and fought over who was going with me. I had it made and didn't know it. Haven't paid for it since, till about 3 mos ago when I tried an AMP for the first time. I can afford it know.

[Bayboy]

1977. I was 17. Whorehouse on park place in downtown nyc. I still remember the antiseptic smell going up the elevator. I think the ad was in screw. $40 for fs and bj. I went back there a number of times and I have not stopped going to providers since.

your right Rokin...it was and I quote "40 dollars for 40 minutes and
that includes anything you want, for as many times as you want"
Now those were the days !!!.......

[drbreakfast]

For me it was September 1985, college. On my 20th birthday, I decided to check out one of the AMP's listed in Screw Magazine. "New World" I think it was called. My grandma gave me $100 bill for my birthday. So I walk into New World, paid the $20 entrance fee (w/ ad) and enjoyed BBBJ and BBFS with "Coco." Coco took $70 for herself, leaving me with $10 to get home. Ah the 80's, a great time for hobbying.

T'was my first time with a Korean chick and I've been hooked ever since.

[bagleel1]

I was 17, not on the list. bbbl rapid fire, to the hilt, huge chapped lips. My buddy went next, but first gave her a kiss. It can happen

[MetroJay1]

I started much too early, I was about 17. I must have spent $20,000 over the first 5 years or so of mongering. Looking back it was great times but probably would have saved the $.

[bomber6989]

Mine first was both my "commercial" and actual cherry.

It was back in the early 70's. Places were in storefronts that were masquerading as such things as "photo studios" (you hired a model & rented a Polaroid camera), "Rap parlors" (that's the 60's kind of rap, meaning conversation) and "massage parlors" (some things never change). I went into a place that offered "body painting". You hired the girl and smeared body paint wherever you wanted, using your hands.

After getting my kicks out of putting my hands on a real live nekkid girl, we made the deal for f/s (I've forgotten the amount, but it probably was $25), I got comfortable and she started a covered CG. Being so young and very excited, I think I popped almost as soon as she made contact. The girl didn't realize it, and when my time was up and nothing else happened, she actually offered me a partial refund.