How did you get started in the hobby

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wimpy

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#1
Its amazing that the hunger a young man has for sex. Now, when I was younger I did pretty ok with the ladies. But I got tired of theritual of going out spending dollars and maybe getting fucked on the first night. If I was so lucky to get serviced that night then who was better than me. But Not every date turned out that way.

My job asked me to go on tours with musical groups. So for about three and a half years. I got all the sex I could need and did not have to go through the dating ritual.

After that job ended. I thought it would be easy. But it was not and one day I picked up Screw Magazine. I went to this Asian Massage place on Northern Blvd. Well the massage was good and when this Korean lady took her clothes of to give me a nude massage and I saw how excited she was and obviously I was excited. I asked nerviously and sort of mumbled "How much for a blow job". She said. "I don't do that". Embrassed I said "ok". So as she starts her massaging my back she says "Yankee, I was just playing twenty dollar for suck, $40 dollar for fuck".

And ever since that day there have been some interesting moments good, bad, and dangerous. I have met some interesting people especially the guys at the G2G.

The women many I could not remember if they walked up to me today, A few I would like to forget.

And one special lady, who from the day she told me her real name has changed my life for the better. Thanks to you. (damn I just broke a ten commanment)

Anyway, just something to release the tension around here.
 
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fishfry

#2
#2
Fuck Rudy and the Times Square BID

I was about fourteen, living in New Jersey. I used to take the bus in to the Port Authority and take the train out Shea to see the Mets. Ron Hunt, Choo Choo Coleman. The early days in the 60's. On the way back I'd always take some time to wander around the adult bookstores on Times Square. One I remember in particular was called Bob's Bargain Books. I perused the stacks of girlie mags and "naturist" mags and fetish mags for hours, spending quarters hard earned on my paper route to watch grainy old porn loops.

One time they had this new thing on 42nd St. called Peep-A-Live. You'd walk up a flight of stairs and put in a quarter. A window went up and there was a circular platform, turning slowly. On the platform was a live naked woman. She must have been in her late twenties, Puerto Rican, beautiful. I was not only aroused sexually, but emotionally. I looked at her lying there looking off into the distance. I could tell that to her it was just a job. I visualized her coming in there, laying on the platform whle all these creepy guys hung around staring at her and masturbating. And she was so beautiful.

Right then and there I fell in love with women, with peepshow girls, with strippers, escorts, prostitutes, massage parlor girls, with everything connected to the business except for the creepy guys.

Over the next few years I became familiar with the handjob parlors up and down 42nd St, such as the topless shoeshine parlor. One day when I was twenty I resolved to go for the real thing. Following the suggestion of some street-level tout I took the elevator up in some dingy building off 8th Avenue. I paid my money and chose a girl. I don't remember how much it was but whatever they charged me was a lot of money to me back then.

I went with the girl into a dirty depressing room with a dirty depressing mattress. She undressed, laid down on the mattress and spread her legs. It was very unappetizing but I went ahead and stuck it in her and came in about a minute. She pushed me off her and got up to get dressed. I said, "That was only a minute, can we do it again?" She said in a matter of fact voice, "You already cummed." Thereby schooling me in the basics.

That's how I got started in all this a long time ago. Over the years I've gotten better at this and have met more wonderful women and had more hot sexy experiences than I can remember. But there's never an end to the eternal philosophical question of whether or not the first come ends the party.

At least these days I try to play on a clean mattress.

fish
 
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RoosterC74

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#3
Getting Started

Well Fish and Wimpy it was not greatly different for me. A few of the guys and me were coming back from a Yankee Game in the early 1970's. We made a stop in the peep shops on 42nd and then got horny as hell. So we then decide to make a stop at a place on 8th Ave.-and it was my first experience. Not a great one at that-if I remember correctly $20. But $20 was top of the world back in those days.

Moved on toward better things in the mid and late 1970's over around Lexington and Park, down around 27th or so. Nice lookers around that area at that time. Anyone remember Jennie (was killed unfortunately), Toya, or Kim? They really knew how to treat a young guy. Multiple cups of coffee were always around. Eventually settled in on a steady-that worked off of 3rd Ave. down by the Village. I visited her apartment up-town on a regular basis (at least 4 to 6 times per month). The gal had a mouth and tongue to die for. And the Russian Action with her was unreal.

Right about then, I hit the marriage road. Things slowed down as far as providers for several years. Then, began to see a steady on the Jersey Side for several years. Great gal-really new how to treat a guy.

Well-that's all folks.

[Edited by RoosterC74 on 07-27-2001 at 07:37 PM]
 
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Bill Furniture

Flounder
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#4
When I was in college, around 1988, a friend of mine wanted to play a joke on me. We were in NYC and he said we were going to a "secret place" where some guy was selling baseball cards. I wasn't interested, but I thought one of the other guys was. We get buzzed in and there is a girl in lingerie sitting there. I figured out what the place was about. There was a really pretty Norwegian girl who took me into a room and told me to get comfortable. She comes in, takes off her top and says $90 for the half, $135 for the hour. I told her I had only $50, she said "ok, get dressed" then left. My friends got a good laugh out of it, but I went back by myself the next week to see her. I went for the hour, and I think it was at least 45 minutes that I stayed there. She said I was too big for her so she gave me covered oral, let me suck her cute boobs, then let me do her Russian style, but with the rubber on. I thought I had a good time!
 
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Hotpuppy

Mr.Butterworth
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#5
A few years ago , I was in a relationship that was going nowhere- not bad , just no future. It was also right about the time that I finally learned how to use a PC and Internet and of course I went browsing for sex and stumbled on Redbook. I had to go to SF for a conference so I did my research carefully in order to meet an escort. At the time I didnt realize that you could actually email the women and begin to get to know them somewhat, so I was going with just pictures and phone numbers. Unfortunately my first three choices were unavailable and I settled on the fourth who was able to meet my schedule. I was more nrevous than I had ever been in my life, but she was a nice person and pretty much told me what to expect and to just relax and enjoy her, which I did. She did not allow kissing, everything was covered, did not stay the full hour and there was nothing remarkable about her performance, but nothing negative either- and it was my entree in this pursuit. They say you always remeber your first one, but in my case it is the second.
take care HP
 
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HAPPY GUY

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#6
I've already sort of posted this story, but what the hell: I was in Amsterdam visiting friends and had the day to myself. Of course, I headed straight for the Red Light District. Approached this cute Asian girl, who quote me the price (50 guilders for "fuck and suck"). Looked at my wallet, and saw it was empty. She told me where the nearest money changing place, and I headed off to get some cash. As I was walking, a very nice middle-aged Dutch businessman came up to me and told me that the woman that I'd spoken to was a transvestite. So, decided to look elsewhere.

After I got some money, I wandered the area for about 40 minutes before I settled upon a gorgeous brunette. When I told her that it was my first time, to this day I think she thought I meant that it was my first time having sex as I received 2 cups of coffee for the price of one. I spent the remainder of my time in the city ditching my friends wherever possible and hanging out in the RLD.
 
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Casper

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First Time (showing my age)

a) non internet:
Old time friend of mine used to have a taste for the ladies of the evening in NYC (take note this is back in the early/mid 80's when you could actually see them out) so i would accompany him on occasion to do some window shopping. Well this one time we picked one up. She and he were in the back seat while I drove them around. Made for a very interesting car ride. Anyway this was my first exposure to the trade. I being the curious sort eventually ventured out to theNYC streets on my own and well you all know the rest from there.

b) Internet:
Being an AOL member for almost since the time they were not at flat rate, I was on AOL one evening I went into a PICTURE TRADING chat room. Seemed at that time people liked swapping pics and mainly fakes at that. Well it was in those chat rooms that I first her the word NEWSGROUPS. I later came to find out what they were all about. I had found my way throught with the help of a few other AOL members to the ALT.SEX..... boards one bing for escorts. This opened my eyes to what was out there and how to get it. In any event The Internet, along with NY Action, NJ Action and Screw Magazines helped me expand my activities and made me the incredibly horny fuck I am today.

Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. :cool:

Peace Out
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TuckernotSucker

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#8
You guyz are young..

In the sixties we used to park on Eastern Pkwy in Brooklyn. Headlights on meant you wanted a girl. A girl would jump into the car and give a BJ. The tab was $3.00. No typo, three bucks. Went it went up to 5 we went to Manhattan.
 
Slinky Bender

Slinky Bender

The All Powerful Moderator
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#11
"My first time was on my 14th birthday. Some of the older guys took me to a house."

Did they treat you nice afterwards ?????


I appoligise. I can't help myself. Bad slinkybender, BAD !!!!!!!!!!
 
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Hotpuppy

Mr.Butterworth
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Originally posted by fumpton
Maybe we can get some of the ladies to share their stories?
Click to expand...
I began a thread similar to this: http://www.utopiaguide.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=1191,
and invited the ladies to participate and there was only one brief uninteresting response. I think hearing about an escorts begining in the business would be fascinating, but I have a sense that it may restimulate less than joyful feelings for them, I hope Im wrong.
take HP carefully
 
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misterxyz

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#13
It was about 1970. A friend of mine knew the male equivalent of a madam (pimp?). His name was Jimmy, and he would rent an apartment and have 2 or 3 scantily clad providers sitting in the living room. You would be offered a drink and select one of the girls. Then it was off to one of the bedrooms for some great sex. It was bbbj, or bbjtc (if you desired) plus bbfs. The girl cleaned your genitals with a wash cloth afterwards because it was her juicy pussy that made you messy. Cost was $25. Jimmy was shot and killed a few months later, and I did not know how to find a replacement for his type of service.

Then two years later, I was divorced and one of my customers introduced me to the Episode where a 15 minute uncovered half and half was available for $10.
I stopped going to the Episode for 9 months while I was dating a lovely nymphomaniac who gave me intense orgasms every time. It was fantastic. Then she went away to visit friends for a long weekend. Feeling horny, I went back to the Episode and found a beautiful blonde with a marvelous body. She epitomized the gorgeous cheerleader type that I could never have. The sex with her was amazing, and I had the most incredible orgasm of my life. That girl quit, and I have never seen anyone like her again. I have been searching in vain for almost 30 years. When the girlfriend returned from her weekend, the sex was still great but the same orgasm intensity only happened occasionally.
 
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wes

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#14
hmm...

I first started a few years ago...

I was in college in SF. I had an ol lady and we had great sex, but found out she was cheating on me...bummer. I was actually living in anchorage at the time (summer interning) and Alaska seems to have a rather lax attitude to the business. There were actually several houses in a couple of areas, well I had some spare cash and was feeling betrayed so I went out 'looking'. I came to the first house, actually asked the taxi driver about the place and he recommended a place across the street. I went into the first place, thinking I'll just walk out. There was a very older looking woman working there....needless to say I declined.

I bopped over across the street and buzzed the door. Once inside I was greeted by the mamasan (it was asian run place). Only one other girl there, a slender white woman in her late 20's she looked a little rough and I hesitated. Well, in my moment of hesitation another fellow happened in and made my decision for me. At this point the mamasan offered herself...which I grudgingly accepted. I think her grandchildren are older than me....no It was okay, the half and half was rushed and she wasn't into it. She had big fake ones, but kept asking me if I had finished yet...frustrating enough to keep your eyes closed and imagine the another girl in your head. Anyhow, I managed to get a slight case of mississippi masala and she finished me manually. She smelt the few beers on my breath and recommended I should not hit the sauce before I partake...good advice...but I didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't the beer but her, elderly as she was, that killed my hard-on. Needless to say, I was hooked after this (go figure) and visited many more ladies (younger!) afterwards.

Since then I met a new gf and it's been slow since I moved out here to NYC. I am keeping wary since I've seen places busted in the papers. It's not so lax out here and I need to find an excuse to even get out of the house. I commend boards like ug, redbook and even tbd for keeping everyone's head up....literally.

hasta.
 
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wimpy

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#15
I remember shortly after my firstv isit to the Asian Place in flushing, I was coming home from a party at the tunnell. I had never been to the tunnell and at 3:00am I could not believe the line up of street ladies. From 32nd street down to about 25th street. Amazing!!! Some of the best I met at that time were

Shante - Young Black girl very pretty
Jackie, China, Shawna, Lisa all pimped by some guy name mack. They all had tatoo's on the asses with the mac-attack on it. They all lived in LI close to the queens board.

Then when Rudy moved into gracie I moved away from the street action and into incalls on a regular basis.

I remember the first time I was with Jackie. I was getting a BJ on 29th and 11th. In a loaing dock platform and all of a sudden LE rolls up on the two of us. The make her get out of the car. Tell me to stay. They made me wait an hour and I was constantly berated by the P.O.'s. But there were so many girls out there, way back when.
 
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Chernov

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#17
How did I get started

Interesting thread and thought I would add my starters story. I was living in Orlando & working in Central & South Florida, about 15 years ago. During a visit to Miami One of my store managers introduced me to a frequent (female) client. She made fairly important purchases on a consistent basis, always paying cash.
As a gesture of appreciation for her patronage, I offered dinner at my expense to this client, lets call her Judy, and her favorite other. Judy explained, at this time there was no favorite other, and she would appreciate my company during the dinner. Never in the habit of refusing a valued clients request, we dined together. Although older than I, Judy was reasonably attractive, and extremely intelligent. When our conversation shifted to discussing our businesses she just laughed. Curious, I pressed the issue until Judy told me what her business was. She owned a service. Small, boutique style, $300 per hour (a nice fee in Florida back in those days). I can remember my initial response like it was yesterday " I would never pay for it". Judy, I said she was smart, simply asked me to try it, she would not charge the usual fee, only asking me to take care of
the girl she would bring to my hotel the next evening. Well, Judy showed up that evening with a beautiful Polynesian girl she called Lonnie, and we had a great time together. Since then, I have been "paying for it".

Chernov
 
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crowe

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#18
How did you get started in this hobby

I got in way late. I was forty five. I saw a NY 2000 rag on the street, this was before the internet. It was open and there was a picture of Frances. The picture looked good. I called and went through the first time ordeal.

Really spooky. But, after that first puff, I was addicted.

Crowe aka Social Register.
 
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Julienyc

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#19
To entice

As a little girl , about 13 ,I walked in to a small neighborhood store and my breast were just starting to blossom and the owner waited till we were alone , he walked up to me and offered me my cupcake and soda for free and as I walked out he felt my breast for a quick second. It turned me on and it also made me realize for the first time that I had something that men wanted and that I could get things for free or even get paid for my newly discovered breast , wow I felt powerful and from that day on I had a different outlook on the power of being female and growing up in a poor family this was a real asset and very exciting and I will never forget it.
 
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