Daddy Issues Memoirs, Chapter Four: The Bodybuilder Cum Dump Part One by Daddy_Issues_Memoirs

The man took out his wallet and held up a twenty. ‘‘That ain’t gonna get you far,’’ said Gauge. ‘‘Not anywhere in fact. I don’t do nothin’ for less than fifty. And that’s just for givin’ head.’’

‘‘Okay than, I’ll give you one hundred for the both of you. Or actually…’’ he was recounting his papers. ‘‘Let’s say seventy-five. I need the rest for gas.’’

‘‘Get outta here you broke ass fool!’’

‘‘Well just you than. I’ll give you the fifty and you can suck my dick. But no funny business. One time a guy even asked me to put a rubber on. But I don’t want none of that shit. You do swallow, eh?’’

‘‘I wouldn’t even blow you if you’d put three rubbers on. You’re a waste of my time.’’

‘‘Hey come back! You see this money in my hand, don’t you?’’

My friend turned back around and lowered his head in front of the open window. ‘‘Listen pal, why would I give you a blowjob for fifty, if I can make a hundred bucks more by screwin’ another.’’

‘‘But you said –’’

‘‘Good night to you, and that is final.’’

The man scolded and threw an unintelligible, but doubtlessly angry remark, whereafter he drove off in his pickup truck.

Gauge walked up to me. ‘‘You look nervous,’’ he said. ‘‘Don’t worry. You don’t have to do nothin’ you don’t want to. Look at it this way, if a guy drives by who’s up to your liking, you can make an easy buck off of him. But if not, you’ve lost absolutely nothin’. Better luck next time.’’

‘‘You mean to say that guy just now was up to your liking?’’

‘‘What, that scrawny fella? No, of course not!’’ he said laughing.

‘‘Then why were you talking him up in the first place?’’

‘‘Listen. For me it ain’t nothin’ more but a quick cash grab. Surely there are cute ones pullin’ up this lane, but unlike you I ain’t just here for the adventure. I wanna save up some money, and I don’t make nearly as much bustin’ tables as I do by spreadin’ my legs on someone’s backseat every now and then. As long as I ain’t too picky whenever nights are slow.’’

He lit himself a cigarette. Dressed in his denim shirt, the image reminded me of James Dean.

‘‘Oh look,’’ I said, ‘‘someone else is coming.’’

Gauge hastily blew out some inhaled smoke and looked up. ‘‘Fuck no!’’ he said.

‘‘What’s wrong?’’

He didn’t respond. Instead, he kept his eyes on the blue pickup truck that had just parked in front of us. In the dark I saw the shadow of a long-bearded man wearing a cap. He didn’t honk or open his window, he just sat there watching us. And now I noticed his arm was making a repetitive movement.

‘‘Is he –?’’

‘‘Get lost you freakin’ creep!’’ shouted Gauge. ‘‘If you want it you pay up, you hear me!’’

As soon as he started to walk over in the direction of the truck, the creeper hit the gas and sped off.

‘‘What was that about?’’ I asked.

‘‘Some wanker who likes to watch young boys from afar. He’s been seen by some of the other guys who come here as well. Whenever somebody walks up to him, he drives off.’’

The idea of some anonymous psycho lurking in the dark gave me quite the chills. Coming here with the prospect of selling myself to a stranger had already been thrilling enough. ‘‘Do you think he’s up to something?’’

He shook his head while he drew on his cigarette. ‘‘If he wanted to harm any of us, he probably would’ve done it by now. It’s mainly closet cases that come here you know, most of them married. They’re all afraid of someone findin’ out about their secret preferences, but some are straight up paranoid.

‘‘Forget about it, here’s another one comin’ our way.’’

Again, he was the one to approach the car stopping in front of us. In the window of a black sedan appeared a man with a blond flattop crew cut and a pair of dark shades. While I couldn’t entirely make out his face, I immediately saw his neck was shaped like that of a bull.

My friend stuck his head through the window, and I heard the man speak in a low voice. But the exact words were lost to me, since the conversation was not very loud compared to the one before.

After a minute or so Gauge waved me forward. ‘‘This one’s for you,’’ he said, and he gave me a little wink. ‘‘Besides bears, you like bodybuilders, don’t ya?’’

I stepped up to the car to have a closer look. ‘‘Hey there,’’ said the stranger. ‘‘I just spoke to your friend. He said you might be up for a little fun. In exchange for a fair compensation of course.’’

He had a square jaw with a dimpled chin and was wearing a tight black shirt. Or maybe it was loose, and it was just that his big muscles made it seem so. His arms burst out from under his sleeves, as if they were overgrown tree trunks trying to escape an enclosed space. His ears were pierced with silver rings and there was a matching chain hanging from his bulky neck.

I said nothing, I just opened the door to his car and got in. From the open window I made a final glance towards my friend and gestured him goodbye.

That’s when the car drove off.

***

He hadn’t spoken a word since we left a few minutes ago, for which I was glad. As long as we both kept quite it was almost as if there wasn’t anything going on. Not really. As if I wasn’t about to sell myself to this total stranger.

A part of me wanted to look in his direction, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn my head in the slightest way. So I grabbed my phone instead, pretending as if I were occupied by my inbox. All the while staring at nothing at all and wondering if he was watching me.

The car drove up a sideway and I became aware that there were no longer any other vehicles surrounding us. The narrow road led up to the edge of a forest and all of a sudden, I felt my stomach drop. I was relieved to see light further down the path and shortly after, we reached a small abandoned parking lot, which was encircled by thickets and a couple of shabby lamp posts – at least half of them broken.

For the first time since I stepped into the car, I made a glance at the man sitting next to me. His face was still obscured by his sunglasses, and now it began to strike me as odd that someone would wear shades at the middle of the night.

My eyes traced from his heavy hands gripping the steering wheel to his arms that were more the size of an average man’s legs, and I saw that his chest was so protruded, it looked as if one could place a marble on top of it and it wouldn’t even roll off. If this guy turned out to be bad business, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

He turned off the engine.

Trying to be casual I forced a smile at him, but all I saw were those dark sunglasses. I clenched my hands, still holding on to my phone, as if somehow it was able to protect me, and in a swift moment I evaluated my choices of that evening. What the hell had I been thinking?

Finally, he took off his glasses and he revealed a set of cold pale eyes that stood out against his suntanned skin. It was like looking at something alien and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

But then he smiled and his hard appearance made way for a reassuring friendliness. Seeing his face clearly, I’d say he was somewhere in his forties.

‘‘So, what happens next?’’ he said.

How was I to know what to do in a situation like this? In all fairness, I had hoped he would be the one guiding me. But then I retrieved my courage and I said: ‘‘You pay up first, then we get to business.’’

‘‘Fair enough.’’ He took his wallet out and counted the money. ‘‘Your friend told me two fifty, is that okay with you?’’

Two hundred and fifty dollars!? Well, that was definitely more than I’d dared to ask for. After all, I was just in it for the experience. But now I was glad Gauge had done the talking for me.

‘‘That’s fine,’’ I said, trying not to sound overly excited, and I put the bills in my back pocket.

‘‘But eh, let’s not call it business shall we. I was hoping we could see this more as a… fun experience.’’

He sat a little wider and placed his hand on my lap.

Now I was starting to feel assured of my safety, I was finally able to relax. I watched his magnificent physique once more and where I’d predominantly seen a stranger, I now saw an attractive man.

‘‘You’re new at this, aren’t you?’’ he said.

‘‘I uh –’’

‘‘No worries, we’ll start of slow. How’d you feel about giving my dick a little kiss?’’

‘‘You mean like, actually kissing it?’’

‘‘Yeah, sure. That doesn’t sound too bad now does it?’’ He opened the clasp of his belt. ‘‘Go ahead, why don’t you take it out yourself.’’

I stared at the big bulge in his jeans. Seeing the bump in between those broad legs made my mouth water, and for the first time I forgot that this was an arrangement. I actually wanted to unfold that hard present. Get my hands on it and put my face on top.

‘‘Is it okay if I – would you like me to touch your legs?’’

He grinned. ‘‘Touch me wherever you want boy, but don’t forget about that kiss.’’

I reached for his crotch, fumbling with his zipper. ‘‘It – I think it’s stuck.’’ Wow, could I possibly look like an even bigger amateur?

He grabbed the doorhandle to his left. ‘‘Let’s step out, it’ll be easier that way.’’ On his way out I witnessed his firm buttocks being emphasized by the tightness of his jeans.

When I met him in front of the hood I couldn’t help being intimidated by his size, which appeared to be even more gargantuan now he was standing up. The man was built like one of the residents of Mount Olympus, and I was beginning to feel pretty darn small.

He stretched his arms in a carless manner, gesturing towards the surroundings. ‘‘So, here we are,’’ he said. ‘‘By the way, I didn’t catch your name?’’