Bi-Sexual Male / 37
It was 1990 and I had run away from an abusive and neglectful home. I was 14 years old. I was young and stupid but I thought I was a big man and indestructable. I learned fast that life on the street was not a party.
But despite that it was still better than life at home. At least I wasn't getting beaten every night. I fell in with some other run-aways and we pooled our resources and decided to hitch-hike to Florida. Well it was not as easy as it sounds and half way through our adventure half of our party dropped out and went home. but three of us made it as far as the Florida state line not far from Jacksonville. We hung out in Jacksonville for a few weeks but didn't like the vibes and so my buddy stole an old Caddy and filled the tank using money we found in the glove compartment and drove south until we ran out of gass. We ditched the car and hitched our way to the west coast and got down to St. Pete and that's when we learned we couldn't hike accross the skyway bridge but some nice lady gave us a ride and after a half a day we ended up in Sarasotta.
We hung out for a while and stole food out of a Mcdonald's trash can. We had learned that you could eat out of a mcdonalds trash can without fear of getting sick because they always changed the trash bags at least once a day so it was always fresh.
We made our way to Sarassotta beach and hung out there a while and slept behind some hotel there and on other nights we slept under the causeway and realized we really didn't like living that way and we met some kids who had run away from Tampa and Orlando and we all started to hang out together.
One of the guys who was obviously quite gay told us that we could make money if we didn't mind doing somethign gross and I asked what he meant and told us that a lot of gay guys came out there and hung out looking for kids to have sex with. I didnt want to have sex with faggots so said no but then after a while I figured out it was better to have some money than not but I was also too scared to stand out there and make myself available so one of the older kids offered to be my pimp and I said OK but I didn't want to do some old fat guy and he said whats the dif I was getting paid.
So after another week I was the only one from the three of us who came down from New York since the other two gave up and went home. Then the ones who came from Tampa and Orlando went back and it was just me and my pimp.
It was surprisingly not as bad as I thought. There were a lot of gay guys who were young and good looking and in shape who went cruising the beach looking for a hook-up and my pimp set me up with a lot of them. Turns out most of them smelled pretty good and so it wasn't too bad and I charged $100 per John and split that with my pimp who then hooked me up with an apartment. When that happened things got better because then I could charge more. I was doing about 3-4 Johns a night and got some regular customers and was making about a grand a week which was three times what my Dad made and I started to buy stuff like a 25" color TV and a nice stereo and nice clothes and a new bike.
I ate well, no more eating out of trash cans for me and my pimp, well he did even better since he had two other chickens and a 13 year old girl in his stable and they all had their own apartments on the beach but my pimp who was 16 got a fake ID and rented a real nice pentouse at the beach and bought himself a new Lincoln.
We had a grand old time and everything was going well when my pimp disapeared and so the others in his stable and I got together and compared notes and we figured he must have been arrested and he never came back. Since I had a bunch of regulars I just depended on them for the most part and since I was getting the whole fee that kind of made up for the half of my business I lost from one nighters. I was still making nearly a grand a week so I figured that wasn't too bad and then one of the other chickens, a 13 year old boy moved in with me because he was too scared to live in his own apartment so we pooled our resources and lived quite well and became lovers.
One day a few months later in 1991 we were on the beach walking in the evening and this really sleazy skinny dude with long hair and a mustache and goatee came right up to us and started to talk to us and I was getting a little creaped out but my room mate whispered in my ear that he wanted to try to talk this guy up and so we just kept talking and all of a sudden the guy offered us both $5000 each to spend the weekend having an orgy with us. So all of a sudden he wasn't as sleazy looking and we took him back to our apartment and had a two day gay orgy with the guy. His dick was kind of small so we let him fuck us a few times and we got into a cock sucking daisy chain and it wasn't as bad as we thougth then he left early and asked if we could get together again sometime but we never saw him again.
He had given us two bundles of 100 dollar bills wrapped up like they did at banks and that was our best week ever. That was our best month ever. We could take the rest of the summer off from hustling if we wanted to but after a few weeks we found we missed hustling so we didn't rest long.
About a month after that sleazy guy paid us $10k for the weekend we were sitting there watching TV and we nearly shit the bed. There was the same guy on TV and they said he was arrested at an adult bookstore in Sarassota by undercover cops and that his name was Paul Reubens and he was famous but I never heard of him then my room mate was jumping up and down repeatedly saying "we fucked Pee Wee, we fucked Pee Wee!" he was all excited but I didn't know who was Pee Wee and he said Pee Wee Herman and that he had a kid's show on TV and he had watched it a lot before running away from home.
Well that's pretty much it.
We hustled for another two years and my room mate got homesick so he went home with half our money after turning 16. I was 17 and nearly 18 and figured it might be getting close to time I ought to retire from the life. I had a big pile of money. I had a fake ID and a nice hefty bank account that I opened with it and I was a week away from retiring when I got arrested and ended up doing 6 months and getting sent back to New York to my abusive Mother and her new boy friend But since I was 18 I figured I could just do what I want and so I went back to Florida where I still had that bank account and got there and bought a house and new car and Pee Wee helped make that happen.
Thanks Pee Wee!
But despite that it was still better than life at home. At least I wasn't getting beaten every night. I fell in with some other run-aways and we pooled our resources and decided to hitch-hike to Florida. Well it was not as easy as it sounds and half way through our adventure half of our party dropped out and went home. but three of us made it as far as the Florida state line not far from Jacksonville. We hung out in Jacksonville for a few weeks but didn't like the vibes and so my buddy stole an old Caddy and filled the tank using money we found in the glove compartment and drove south until we ran out of gass. We ditched the car and hitched our way to the west coast and got down to St. Pete and that's when we learned we couldn't hike accross the skyway bridge but some nice lady gave us a ride and after a half a day we ended up in Sarasotta.
We hung out for a while and stole food out of a Mcdonald's trash can. We had learned that you could eat out of a mcdonalds trash can without fear of getting sick because they always changed the trash bags at least once a day so it was always fresh.
We made our way to Sarassotta beach and hung out there a while and slept behind some hotel there and on other nights we slept under the causeway and realized we really didn't like living that way and we met some kids who had run away from Tampa and Orlando and we all started to hang out together.
One of the guys who was obviously quite gay told us that we could make money if we didn't mind doing somethign gross and I asked what he meant and told us that a lot of gay guys came out there and hung out looking for kids to have sex with. I didnt want to have sex with faggots so said no but then after a while I figured out it was better to have some money than not but I was also too scared to stand out there and make myself available so one of the older kids offered to be my pimp and I said OK but I didn't want to do some old fat guy and he said whats the dif I was getting paid.
So after another week I was the only one from the three of us who came down from New York since the other two gave up and went home. Then the ones who came from Tampa and Orlando went back and it was just me and my pimp.
It was surprisingly not as bad as I thought. There were a lot of gay guys who were young and good looking and in shape who went cruising the beach looking for a hook-up and my pimp set me up with a lot of them. Turns out most of them smelled pretty good and so it wasn't too bad and I charged $100 per John and split that with my pimp who then hooked me up with an apartment. When that happened things got better because then I could charge more. I was doing about 3-4 Johns a night and got some regular customers and was making about a grand a week which was three times what my Dad made and I started to buy stuff like a 25" color TV and a nice stereo and nice clothes and a new bike.
I ate well, no more eating out of trash cans for me and my pimp, well he did even better since he had two other chickens and a 13 year old girl in his stable and they all had their own apartments on the beach but my pimp who was 16 got a fake ID and rented a real nice pentouse at the beach and bought himself a new Lincoln.
We had a grand old time and everything was going well when my pimp disapeared and so the others in his stable and I got together and compared notes and we figured he must have been arrested and he never came back. Since I had a bunch of regulars I just depended on them for the most part and since I was getting the whole fee that kind of made up for the half of my business I lost from one nighters. I was still making nearly a grand a week so I figured that wasn't too bad and then one of the other chickens, a 13 year old boy moved in with me because he was too scared to live in his own apartment so we pooled our resources and lived quite well and became lovers.
One day a few months later in 1991 we were on the beach walking in the evening and this really sleazy skinny dude with long hair and a mustache and goatee came right up to us and started to talk to us and I was getting a little creaped out but my room mate whispered in my ear that he wanted to try to talk this guy up and so we just kept talking and all of a sudden the guy offered us both $5000 each to spend the weekend having an orgy with us. So all of a sudden he wasn't as sleazy looking and we took him back to our apartment and had a two day gay orgy with the guy. His dick was kind of small so we let him fuck us a few times and we got into a cock sucking daisy chain and it wasn't as bad as we thougth then he left early and asked if we could get together again sometime but we never saw him again.
He had given us two bundles of 100 dollar bills wrapped up like they did at banks and that was our best week ever. That was our best month ever. We could take the rest of the summer off from hustling if we wanted to but after a few weeks we found we missed hustling so we didn't rest long.
About a month after that sleazy guy paid us $10k for the weekend we were sitting there watching TV and we nearly shit the bed. There was the same guy on TV and they said he was arrested at an adult bookstore in Sarassota by undercover cops and that his name was Paul Reubens and he was famous but I never heard of him then my room mate was jumping up and down repeatedly saying "we fucked Pee Wee, we fucked Pee Wee!" he was all excited but I didn't know who was Pee Wee and he said Pee Wee Herman and that he had a kid's show on TV and he had watched it a lot before running away from home.
Well that's pretty much it.
We hustled for another two years and my room mate got homesick so he went home with half our money after turning 16. I was 17 and nearly 18 and figured it might be getting close to time I ought to retire from the life. I had a big pile of money. I had a fake ID and a nice hefty bank account that I opened with it and I was a week away from retiring when I got arrested and ended up doing 6 months and getting sent back to New York to my abusive Mother and her new boy friend But since I was 18 I figured I could just do what I want and so I went back to Florida where I still had that bank account and got there and bought a house and new car and Pee Wee helped make that happen.
Thanks Pee Wee!
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