Mexican Standoff

Before I went to college I worked as a boy for hire. Our customers were older men with money to spend and boys got on their radar. Some were true homosexuals, but most were into boy sex as a kick. With few exceptions we were treated as girls, kissed, caressed, and fucked.

One evening I was hanging with a couple of other boys when this big Buick drove up. I recognized the car, it was my uncle, my mother's older brother. He recognized me too. It was a standoff. Neither one of us had actually done anything, but we hung out expecting to get picked up, and older men like my uncle went there to pick up boys.

He called me to come see him at his office downtown. He cut to the chase and reminded me I couldn't prove anything. But to be fair he wanted to give me a g*ft. Enroll in college and he would pay for it, but it had to be out of the county. I enrolled in Lubbock and got my college paid. It gave him a lot of credit with the family. I didn't need spending money so I dropped out of the boy for hire business.

After my uncle died my aunt let me know my uncle had left me a box. The box was taped shut with my name on it. It contained several issues of different gay magazines and pamphlets, and some were out right porn of the day. I've kept the box in my attic, untouched from the day looked through it. Taped, with fiberglass tape.