Gay Male / 54
After Being Made Queer In Nuevo Laredo Everything Went Down Hill
We were young college students and we couldn't buy beer until we were 21. Everyone knew you could cross the border and get anything to drink in Mexico, and they had señoritas. Two buddies of mine and me made the drive from school and crossed over in Nuevo Laredo. We went to a bar.
We got drunk and the girls got uglier. We didn't decide to make a move on ugly whores. Things got ugly at the bar, I got thrown into a room and a big Mexican r**ed my ass. My buddies, they got beat up. It was a long time before I even said out loud that I'd been made queer back in Nuevo Laredo.
Being queer was tough back then. What with those parties I went to where the men paid for college boys. Learning how to act sissy and suck their dicks. I was sure glad when I graduated, I wanted to get away from all that.
I didn't act sissy and I got a job selling cars. It was a real shit job and to make ends meet I put an add in the free paper, in the personals. College boy making a man feel good. It kept me busy enough, especially on weekends. Man I tell you, it was good money and I was enjoying it then. If I liked going out Friday night I was okay with him picking up the bill.
I got busted by a vice cop for solicitation and spent 180 days in the city jail. Everyone knows what you're in for and sucking cock made it easy on me. But I had a record, with a conviction so getting work with a record of homo prostitution made getting any kind of job impossible.
I worked the cities, Dallas, Houston, before moving up to Chicago and then New York City. By the time I was 35 I was running a few girls and a couple of guys. Not proud of any of it, but once your made queer it's all down hill from there.
We got drunk and the girls got uglier. We didn't decide to make a move on ugly whores. Things got ugly at the bar, I got thrown into a room and a big Mexican r**ed my ass. My buddies, they got beat up. It was a long time before I even said out loud that I'd been made queer back in Nuevo Laredo.
Being queer was tough back then. What with those parties I went to where the men paid for college boys. Learning how to act sissy and suck their dicks. I was sure glad when I graduated, I wanted to get away from all that.
I didn't act sissy and I got a job selling cars. It was a real shit job and to make ends meet I put an add in the free paper, in the personals. College boy making a man feel good. It kept me busy enough, especially on weekends. Man I tell you, it was good money and I was enjoying it then. If I liked going out Friday night I was okay with him picking up the bill.
I got busted by a vice cop for solicitation and spent 180 days in the city jail. Everyone knows what you're in for and sucking cock made it easy on me. But I had a record, with a conviction so getting work with a record of homo prostitution made getting any kind of job impossible.
I worked the cities, Dallas, Houston, before moving up to Chicago and then New York City. By the time I was 35 I was running a few girls and a couple of guys. Not proud of any of it, but once your made queer it's all down hill from there.
