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Parker - For A Good Time Call
🕑 Added 2024-04-12 22:55:08 +0000 UTCIn the summer of 1978 I was 17 years old and an extremely horny virgin. My family is upper middle class living in Richmond Virginia. My parents were not the most attentive parents, always more concerned with the appearance of being upstanding members of society rather than actually being good people. We went to church every Sunday, my mother played the part of the good wife and my father did his role to appear to be the kind of husband the rest of the women in the church wished they had married. My sister was a good christian girl, going off to a christian college in the fall and of course saving herself for marriage.
I on the other hand wanted nothing to do with any of this bullshit, but I played my part to keep the peace at home. We all knew my dad was having an affair with his secretary, my mother smoked and cursed like a truck driver when other church folk were not around, my sister hadn’t been a virgin since she was 15 and I am secretly gay. I don’t think anyone suspects me to be a “lifelong bachelor” yet, since I’ve played my part and “gone steady” with a couple of the girls at my school. My mother tells her friends I’m “picky,” but the reality is I’m not picky at all, just not into women and my fear of being found out has kept me from trying to lose my virginity with the other boys at school.
My father is currently working on his plan to run for office in 1980, some bullshit platform about family values. He’s often taking out his wealthy friends to strip clubs to ensure they will donate to his campaign when the time comes. Then he will go to his secretary's apartment and do whatever they do, getting home after my mother has gone to sleep.
I was given a curfew of 11pm when I got my license, but I could always count on my mother being asleep by 10pm and my father not giving a shit if he was even home before me. One good thing was my father bought me a black ‘76 Firebird as my first car. I was the envy of all the guys in my class, and all the girls wanted to be seen riding with me. Lucky for me the back seat of the Firebird is tiny and not designed to be able to have sex, so I didn’t have to worry about things with girls escalating beyond kissing. Honestly, I just liked to drive fast and keep driving until I had to come back to the shitty reality that is my life.
Richmond is no small town by any means, but all it takes is one old bitty with loose lips to catch you hanging around the wrong parts of town for it to get back to my parents. Thankfully the only rumors that have been spread have been about the “hussies” riding in my car and not about me. I might have been lucky that my parents had a loose grip on me in the sense that I could do whatever I wanted, but the clear rules about what is and isn’t acceptable public behavior was something that always weighed on me.
On one of my long drives I had stopped at an old gas station on the outskirts of town to refuel and take a piss before turning back to go home. In the restroom there was a lot of graffiti, a few “for a good time call” with some phone numbers attached. One particular one, I noticed next to a crude drawing of a cock and balls. I thought that was interesting. I had seen this type of thing before, but it would usually have some cave painting type of boobs drawn next to the phone number. I read over the number a few times while I was draining the lizard.
On my way home I kept repeating the number in my head, coming up with fantasies of who was on the other side of that number. I couldn’t help but think it might be another guy like me. Horny all the time with no way to meet other guys.
I wrote the number down on a small piece of paper and tossed it into the glove box before I got out of the car and promptly forgot about it.
Three weeks later I was at a Fourth of July party, shaking hands with a bunch of people I didn’t care to meet. “Charlie, this is my son Parker,” my father introduced me to a guy in his early thirties.
“Nice to meet you Parker, you are the spitting image of your old man,” he grinned, looking between me and my father.
A lot of people would say this, I would just smile and nod. I had my fathers height standing at 6’1 and that’s where the similarities ended. If you knew my family at all, you’d notice I was practically a clone of my grandfather on my mothers side. Slim build, strong jawline, sandy brown straight hair, hazel eyes with gold flecks and a small button nose. My father was built like a football player, had short curly brown hair, deep socket dark brown eyes and a bigger nose. People would say anything to be on my fathers good side though.
“It’s nice to meet you too Jack, I hope you are enjoying the barbecue, my father seasoned the ribs with his special recipe,” I told him, a lie my father loved to tell people and would grin ear to ear when others would call it that.
Near the end of the day everyone started piling into cars to go see the fireworks. I didn’t really care to go, my responsibilities as the “good son” ended as soon as we left the house, no one would be watching to see if my family watched the fireworks together. My mother would just lie to people's faces anyway and say something like, “oh you know how boys are, he’s probably throwing the ball with his friends.”
I drove away from traffic for about a half hour, then fueled up at the nearest gas station and got to thinking about the phone number in my glove box. With everyone watching the fireworks, I thought I could call and see if it was even an active phone number.
Feeling a bit nervous, I closed the booth of the payphone, dropped in dime and dialed the number. It rang five times and I was about to hang up when a man answered, “Hello?”
I panicked and hung up.
I went in and paid for my gas, got a soda and some gum. I was about to leave and decided to call again instead.
It rang twice this time, “Hello?”
I was about to hang up again, not knowing what to say.
“Are you calling for what I think you are calling for?” The voice said on the other end.
I swallowed, looked around and then squeaked out, “umm…what, what do you think I’m calling for?” I didn’t really know what to think, I didn’t know what I was “looking for.” I had never done anything like this, and there wasn’t a lot of information available that described what this was.
There was a pause, I could hear the receiver on the other end shuffle from one side to the next, there was something said in a muffled voice to someone else in the room and then it got quieter before he spoke again, “did you get my number off the bathroom stall?”
I looked around again and then whispered, “yes.”
“Good, now we’re getting somewhere,” he said in a hushed voice. “So you’re looking for a good time huh?” He kind of chuckled which set me at ease.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this,” I admitted, nearly shaking with nerves, trying to hold the handset to my ear as tight as possible to not miss anything he said.
He let out a bit of a sigh, “well, why don’t we go somewhere and change that?”
“What do you mean?” I felt my legs getting weak.
“Well,” he paused, “I know a place we can go and…get to know each other a little, you know, a private spot,” his tone seemed to indicate each of his words were code for something and I was intrigued.
“Umm, ok,” was all I could say. Then he gave me an address.
I quickly got in my car and drove to the other side of town, using only back streets so I wouldn’t get stuck in holiday traffic.
The address took me to a house that was a bit rundown, the windows were shuttered and a ‘For Sale’ sign was out front. There was a car parked in the driveway. I parked on the street and gave a good look around before getting out. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, none of the other houses on the street had lights on and most of the driveways were empty. The house for sale had overgrown bushes lining the driveway and the front property line. I walked casually towards the driveway. I stopped at the corner of the driveway and the car door opened, the dome light came on and out stepped a guy who was dressed in light blue short shorts, white piping down the sides and seems, long white socks with blue stripes at the top, and a white tank top. He turned to me and I recognized him instantly as Charlie from the barbecue. He smiled at me and nodded for me to follow him as he walked around to the back of the house.
I looked around, in near panic, I didn’t want anyone to know I was doing this and this guy knows my father. I thought about running back to my car, but something pushed me forward. One last look around, no one was there so I followed him nervously.
He bent down and picked up a dead plant pot pulling a key from underneath it. Unlocking the door and using his shoulder to push it open it made a scratching sound as it only opened wide enough for us to squeeze through.
Inside the house was mostly empty and dusty. It smelled like it had been empty for years.
“Don’t worry,” he pushed the door closed behind me, “My wife inherited this house a few years ago and we’ve been trying to sell it for a while.”
I just nodded my head, not really taking in anything he was saying, feeling butterflies in my stomach as I looked him up and down. He was fit, like maybe he was a baseball player or something. He didn’t look much older than me, but definitely not in high school.
“You’re Patrick right?” He asked.
“I’m um…Parker,” I corrected him..
He smiled and walked out of the kitchen into the big empty family room, turning to go up the stairs which creaked and echoed through the empty space.
I again thought about turning to run, but I couldn’t. I needed to see this through. I nervously followed him up the stairs. There was a bathroom and three bedrooms at the top of the landing. He went into the smallest bedroom, which had a single bare mattress on the floor. He went into the closet and pulled out a tattered cardboard box, tossing it on the floor next to the bed. I watched as he sat on the bed and started to take off his sneakers.
“Are you going to stand there or join me?” He smiled up at me.
I hesitated, wanting to join him, but also not knowing what was about to happen or if whatever happened would make it’s way back to my father somehow…it had me literally shaking with nerves.
“I’m not going to tell your old man about this meeting, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I rocked on my heels, “I…how do I know for sure?”
He chuckled, “Parker, if I tell your father you met up with me, I’d have to tell him why, do you think I want your father to know why I invited you here today?”
I shook my head ‘no’.
“No I don’t, now, are you going to make yourself more comfortable or should I put my shoes back on?”
I nodded and quickly sat on the mattress, leaving a two foot gap between us. He was sitting in a way that I could see up his shorts, his white briefs barely hidden by the thin fabric, the hair on his legs was thick on his shins, thinner on his thighs but I could see it getting thick again along the elastic of his underwear.
My heart rate had increased to a dangerous level, all of the blood rushing to my cock as I undressed him with my eyes and took in his manly scent. Still unsure of what was about to happen, I had fantasized about this moment so many times I honestly didn’t care what happened next as long as it happened.
He opened the box, pulling out some magazines with men on the covers who were in various states of undress. Bears, muscle men, hairless boys that looked like me, “which do you like?”
I had never looked at these types of magazines before. A friend of mine had a magazine with nude women on it, we giggled and looked through it during a camp out, but I was less interested in the girls in the pictures and more interested in the bulge that formed in his underwear as he looked at the pictures. Charlie’s bulge was also growing too, his shorts and underwear were not hiding it well, but I guess he wanted it to be seen.
Charlie reached over and started tugging at the hem of my loose fitting tank top, pulling it gently over my head, I lifted my arms to let him. I felt his eyes wash over my torso, the feeling of being looked at with sexual desire from another guy was something I had never experienced before. The lust in his eyes was palpable, easing my nerves just a bit. He dropped the tank top on the bed and started to massage my shoulders on the side closest to him, “just relax,” he said, “this is supposed to be fun.”
I nodded, my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, down to his bulge and back up.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he reassured me, his hand running up my neck and into my perfectly combed hair, messing it up on purpose and massaging my head in a way I had never felt before. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. He took that as an invite and leaned in to kiss me.
I flinched at first but then let it happen. He smelled like cigarettes and beer, but also like a man. I had kissed some girls at school, but this was so much hotter. He wanted me, there was an aggressiveness to his kiss, demanding I kiss back and I did. With my hands anxious hands clueless to what I was allowed to do at my sides, I just leaned into his kiss and let his hands explore my body, let his head determine the direction of our kissing, how fast, how hard, how slow, how tight, how loose, I just went along with it and enjoyed all the different ways he enjoyed my mouth.
He stood up quickly, closing the curtain on the window, pulling a camping lantern from the closet and lit it on fire so there was light in the room. Smiling down at me, he crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of his tank top, pulling it up and over his head quickly, revealing a toned chest and smooth stomach, a happy trail that went all the way from his chest and thickened until it disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. He pulled down his shorts and underwear together, his thick 6” cut dick sprang out. It was shaped like a torpedo, a narrow head, thick in the middle, and then it got a little thinner down at the base where it disappeared in a thick bush of pubes.
I started to reach out, but I hesitated. I had only dreamed of seeing another guy with a hard on, I could barely wrap my mind around being allowed to touch him.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged.
I made eye contact with him and then went right back to his erection, grabbing it gently, it was thicker than mine, the feeling of another mans dick was so awesome. I never realized from touching mine how hard it really is and how the skin feels like it’s just floating over the hard steel that makes up the boner.
“Mmm, yeah, stroke it for me,” he whispered.
I did as I was told, slowly stroking from the base to the tip and back down. I thought I’d be great at giving a hand job, after all…I’ve been jerking myself off almost every day for years now. This is not the same though, the angle is all wrong and because I’m not getting the tingling feeling with every stroke I could feel the muscles in my arm start to ache after only a couple minutes.
“Do you want to put it in your mouth?” He asked, reaching out and running his fingers through my hair.
I swallowed hard, nodded and leaned in. I had never had a blow job before, so this was only theoretical for me. My friends all talked about how they had to teach their girlfriends how to do it, and from the way they described it, I thought I knew what to do. I put it in my mouth and sucked. I didn’t move my head, just put as much of his dick in my mouth as I could fit without choking, wrapped my lips tight around his warm dick and started to suck on it like it was a straw.
He let me do that for a few seconds before he put his hands on the back of my head and pushed the rest of his cock into my throat, causing me to gag instantly.
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
My eyes were watering and snot came out of my nose as I coughed and tried to get my gag reflex to deactivate.
“Why don’t you get undressed,” he said, pulling his tank top off and stepping out of his shorts from around his ankles.
I nodded, not getting off the bed I quickly hooked my fingers in my shorts, laying flat on the mattress I lift my ass and the shorts came right off. I wasn’t sure if he wanted my underwear off too so I waited.
“Put your head up here,” he pat the mattress by the wall.
I shift so I’m laying long way down the mattress in only my white briefs, “um, like this?”
“Yeah,” he sat next to me and started to rub his left hand up and down my torso, sending shivers through my body. His other hand was slowly stroking his dick. “Have you ever had a blowjob before?”
I shook my head “no”.
He smiled and his left hand came down to my underwear, grabbing at my cock and balls from the outside of the pouch, I inhaled sharp, the feeling of someone else touching me even through the fabric was enough to make me want to cum.
He smiled, both hands grabbing at the hips of my briefs and yanked them down, my dick smacked my stomach, already leaking precum and never so hard in my life, I was starting to shake with nervousness. He didn’t hesitate, taking my dick in his left hand he started stroking me slowly with a tight grip.
“Mmm,” I moaned softly, smiling at him like the obvious virgin I am.
He smiled back, then leaned in, licking the tip of my dick, eliciting another soft moan from me, then he licked up and down the shaft, leaving no section of my cock dry. His tongue swirled around the glans and I swear I nearly blew my load. He took the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue all over the tip until he slowly started to move down the shaft, taking me deep into his mouth. Even though my dick was slightly longer than his, he seemed to be taking mine into his throat with no gagging, bobbing up and down on my cock from the tip to my pubes and holy shit was this amazing.
I was squirming under him, not wanting this to end but my load was about to boil over and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. I tried to warn him, but the words didn’t form, my balls tightened and immediately I started erupting into his mouth, shot after shot filling his mouth and to my horror he swallowed my cum. Not letting a single drop out. I heard my friends telling me stories about how their girlfriends would freak out if they popped off in their mouths, never did anyone say a girl swallowed their cum. If I wasn’t so drained from the intense pleasure, I probably would’ve gagged for him. I mean…that’s my spunk, and he swallowed it.
When I stopped oozing cum he gave the softening head one last lick and let me go limp, smiling up at me, clearly proud of himself. He leaned in and gave me a kiss, his mouth slimy with his spit and my orgasm, I could taste it…he kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth and I tasted myself on him. I was so confused, I wanted to be grossed out by it, but fuck this was hot and he was loving it wich just made me love it.
He broke our kiss, “roll over.”
I did as I was told and he reached into his box, pulling out a jar of Vaseline.
“What’s that for?” I asked, having only seen it used for chapped lips.
“For your ass,” he chuckled.
“Oh,” I didn’t quite understand, but his chuckle made me feel embarrassed.
He spread my legs and sat between them. I tried to watch what he was doing, but from this angle it wasn’t easy. I just folded my arms and rested my head on them. I heard him open the jar, so I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of him smearing it all over his dick. It looked so slick, almost like when I spilled oil on my hands the first time I put a can of oil in my fathers Chevy. It only made his dick look bigger and he looked even more hard somehow. I was a bit confused though, I thought he said the jelly was “for my ass.” I put my head back down on my arms, I was starting to come back down from the rush of my orgasm and feeling a bit guilty and awkward. I really hope he doesn’t want me to swallow his cum like he did for me, I’ll throw up for sure. I suddenly felt a cold slimy feeling on my ass hole and I flinched so hard I almost flipped onto my back. “Woh, what the hell?”
He chuckled, “it’s just the petroleum jelly,” he shrugged, “do you want to do this or not?”
“What are you doing?” I asked, reaching back to feel the slimy stuff squishing between my very clenched ass cheeks.
He huffed, “I’m going to fuck you,” he said matter of factly.
My eyes shot wide, “You’re what?”
“I thought you wanted to get fucked?”
My heart was suddenly racing, “I umm…I don’t know about that.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you can just suck me off instead,” he stroked his lube covered cock, making a squishy noise as he did.
There was no way I was sucking his dick covered in that stuff, and I didn’t want to run the risk of him popping off in my mouth like I did to him.
I lay back down flat on my stomach, “I guess we could try it.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I really want to give it to you,” he said in a calming voice.
“I can try it, I want to try it,” I tried to convince us both.
He spread my legs with his knees, putting a hand on the mattress next to my chest. He leaned over me, “this is going to sting for a second, but you have to trust me when I say it will get better, ok?”
That didn’t sound good, but I nodded, “uh…ok.”
Then I felt his dick spreading the Vaseline into my crack some more, the head found my puckered virgin hole, “take a deep breath,” he warned.
I started to take a deep breath and felt him push hard on my hole, the head popped into my outer ring and I screamed, “Ow…fuck! No, no, no, fuck that hurts,” I tried to wriggle out from under him but he put his hand on my back, the other still holding him up and he pushed a little more into me. “Shhh, shhh, it’s ok, you’re ok, just breathe and relax,” he said, pushing further into my tight hole.
“Ahh, fuck man, it hurts, it hurts too much, this isn’t gonna work,” I groaned, trying not to sound like a man.
“It will, I promise, you just need to relax, trust me,” he said, pushing a little deeper and letting out a groan, “Mmmm, that’s it, see…I’m all inside you, you have my entire dick inside you, just relax.”
I felt his pelvis on my ass cheeks, the only reprieve from the searing pain shooting through my stomach from being torn open like a pinata. I grit my teeth, “fuck man, it hurts, is it supposed to hurt like this?”
“It will get better, just take a few deep breaths and try to relax your ass so my dick feels like it belongs there,” he encouraged.
I just pound my fist on the mattress, “fuck, ok, ok, fuck,” taking several deep breaths, dramatically blowing out the air to make sure he knew I was trying.
Still holding himself up in a pushup, I felt him slowly start to pull his dick out and I let out a sigh of relief until he was almost out and switched directions, his dick sinking slowly back into my ass, spreading the ring around the thick meaty shaft I could feel my outer ring tighten and stretching to accommodate his torpedo shape. He did it again, most of the way out and then sinking back in.
“There you go Parker, now you’re taking it, you’re relaxing already, it feels better right?”
“I guess,” I grunted as his pelvis hit my ass cheeks and he grind his hips into me. I couldn’t tell if this was better or the way it was supposed to feel. I thought it was going to feel amazing, but it went from incredibly intense pain to not awful.
He pulled out again, adding some more grease, and pushed in again, and I was surprised that it was starting to suck less, felling a bit more like I thought it might feel like to get fucked.
“Damn your ass feels good on my dick,” he mumbled, picking up the pace slightly, “feels good doesn’t it?”
I nodded my head, unsure how to answer the question, I buried my face into my arms and just tried to breathe like he said and tried to enjoy getting fucked.
He grunted and thrust into me, clearly enjoying my ass for a few minutes before he had me roll over onto my back where he picked up my legs at the knee and pushed them up by my shoulders, using his hips to find my hole his torpedo cock went right into me, hitting my prostate this time and holy fuck did it feel good. I let out a cry of pleasure, a high pitched moan and rocked my hips up to meet his next thrust into me. “Ungh…oh my god,” I moaned.
“That’s it Parker, feel it, this is what it’s all about,” he thrust deeper into me, curling himself into me when his hips hit my ass.
He kept his rhythmic thrusting up for a few more minutes before he was ready to blow. He didn’t say anything, his breathing got heavier, his thrusting got harder and faster, I could feel his cock swelling and stretching my hole more with every pump. Leaning on my legs, gripping my shoulders, his hips slammed into me, breaking his rhythm, then again, one more time and he grunted and twitched inside me. He moaned like nothing I had ever heard before, his grip on me was hurting a little but his cock twitching inside me was a new pleasure I hadn’t felt before.
He lay still on me for a minute before sitting back up, grabbing my dick and pumping it fast as his other hand squeezed my balls and his softening cock slid out of my ass, the combination of it all was too much, “ah,” my breath caught and my balls tightened, jets of hot cum shot out of my dick onto my torso, coating me as his hand kept pumping my now overly sensitive cock. My muscles tightened and pulled my upper body up off the mattress and he slowly stopped jerking my dick.
“Damn Parker, you’re like a fire hose,” he chuckled, smiling at me.
I lay there, catching my breath. Looking down to see my wet naked body, unsure of what to do next. Charlie reached over to his box and pulled out some paper towels, handing me a large sheet and using another on his soft dick. As I slowly soppe up the wet puddle on my abs, it hit me that I didn’t see him shoot, but he’s soft.
“Are you not going to finish?” I wiped the last of my cum up and sat up on my elbows, waiting to see what his next move was.
He chuckled, “I did finish.” He tossed his paper towel into a bucket next to the door.
I got up to put my paper towel in the bucket, it was pretty full of wadded up tissues. A sight that both turned me on and made me feel dirty at the same time. “What do you mean you finished?” I picked up my underwear and slipped them on quickly, feeling a little embarrassed about being naked with him now.
“Parker, I finished inside you,” he looked at me like I was an idiot.
“You finished inside me?” I nearly shouted at him. I felt sick to my stomach, I had another guy's sperm inside me! I reached back into my briefs and ran a finger across my hole. It was slimy from the Vaseline, but also really wet. I pulled my finger out, smelled it, sure enough it was his spunk.
He chuckled, “of course, what did you think would happen?”
I grabbed another paper towel, shoving it into the back of my underwear and wiping my ass. “I don’t know, I didn’t think you’d do it inside me, that’s gross,” I shrugged, pulling the paper out and analyzing it as if I could understand the situation better by confirming it had his stuff on it.
“Aww, Patrick, I’m sorry buddy, that’s just how it works,” he grinned at me. “You took it like a champ too,” he reassured.
I put my clothes back on, not saying much, feeling a bit empty and odd about the entire experience. I decided there was a reason the church tells us not to do this and that it’s wrong, so I wasn’t going to do it again. I hopped in my car and drove home, the fireworks lighting up the sky as I drove.
I didn’t last a month before I found out about the booths in an adult book store in a nearby city while passing through after driving my grandmother home after her birthday party. I had seen the store on the drive to drop her off, I was going to ignore it, but after dropping her off and driving through alone…curiosity got the better of me.
