Early On In Prison, I Found My Calling, My Profession

During my teen years we went around and if we found something that wasn't nailed down we stole it. We were what was called then, juvenile delinquents. I dropped out after the tenth grade and got a job as messenger boy for this outfit (read criminals). I knew the city and could get in and out of almost anywhere. I picked up things now and then that the owners later said was theirs, but I was chump change for the cops, they didn't care. Until I was 18, and I got busted along with another guy, this time for grand theft auto. We borrowed it your Honor, we were going to return it. We got five years, three and probation.

I walked out of the big boy school with a limp and lighter in the shoes, if you get my drift. A boy had to pay his way, and men are locked up in there, and boys are fresh meat. I didn't fight it, I went queer immediately, I made his bed and licked his ass clean, I sucked his cock, and took it like a man straight up the ass. If he was in the mood for kissing, well I kissed him too. I made sure he liked me. I got out, I was 'turned' as they said, I was into 'it', I enjoyed it. Well sometimes the truth comes out. I became a boy working for Angelo, old men who paid for it. I was good and made good tips, and after a few years I had a nest egg.

I got on a Greyhound for Florida, where my man lived and he was out and I went to see him. See, he was as queer as I was, except he was the Alpha and I was his Beta, and we plugged in together. I kissed him, and hugged him and sucked his cock and let him fuck me, except this time we were alone in a trailer. We could be as naked as jaybirds, and we had time on our hands, and lived off of my nest egg. When it came time to make some money, I hooked up with Arturo, who serviced the men in the high rises. I wore the suits, and the shoes, and I sucked and fucked and got paid for it. Old Jews from Jersey, and old Italians from Philly, and Old Mexicans who came up from Mexico, What they wanted was a boy to service them, and that was my specialty.

Well let me catch up to today, I'm of course not a boy anymore, I like having a boy around myself, but at one point I had to quit and start my own business. I got along well with Arturo and he had me run the boy trade in Tampa and St. Petersburg, new condos with newcomers from Canada and Chicago. I ran some black boys too, and a few Cubans. But my clientele liked white boys, skinny boys, with tight asses and pink panties. I made a lot of money.

I'm living in a nice place, retired, I have a boy who hangs around and I suck his weenie, and lick his ass, and let him fuck me. That's me, I need a boy around, one who rides my back when I need it.