INTRODUCTION TO THE PHONE LINE

 LINKS: THE INITIATION

             THE PHONE LINE

Eighteen was a good year  for me.  It was the dawn of my adulthood and my ability to discover porn on a much deeper level than I had been able to prior.

My fantasies ran wild all by myself.  Just me and my dirty gay mags would keep me entertained for hours before any of my family members would make it home.  I had it made.

I would jack off three, four, sometimes five times in a day.  Sometimes it was in the bathroom with just my thoughts and my hand.  Other times would be in my bed room with the door closed, entertaining myself with my porn stash.  I aways kept them mainly in my backpack.  I knew if my mom decided to clean my room, that would be the one place she wouldn't go. 

I would lay in my room, on the floor with my back against the door, mag in one hand, my dick in the other.  Needless to say I enjoyed my mags very much.

An entertainment I would soon discover just as fun as the pictures were the adds.  All of these sexy adds of guys with their shirts open, staring seductively at the camera while holding an old-fashioned phone while the cord would be wrapped half way around their bodies.

The lure would be in dirty catch phrases to get you to call their number (in small print of course) for only 99 cents a minute. 

I thought, “Who would be desperate enough to pay for that?”

Well…

At first I thought it was absurd. Then, the curiosity started eating away. There was just one problem.

There was no way I could call on the phone at home.

I would have my first job at eighteen working for a taco place.  The food was gross but I loved those paychecks.  I had convinced my parents that it was time for me to have my own separate phone line.  They agreed as long as I understood it was my responsibility to pay my own bill.

 My first call was to my friend that lived down the street and around the way from me.  Finally I could talk without walking all the way out to the kitchen.

It would not be long before curiosity of what those phone chat lines were about struck me.

I had no idea what to expect but was excited to find out.  What I discovered with my first phone call was a lot of aggressively horny men saying some of what sounded like the most outlandish stuff I've ever heard.

 Of all of the details I could remember, none would stick out more to me than the guy that told me he wanted me to make his pussy fart.  

What the living fuck?

First where would I find a pussy on a man?

Well, this was over 35 years ago.  This was way before it became norm to refer to any part of a man's body as a pussy.  

Ask me today where the pussy on a man is.

I found it a little overwhelming with overzealous men saying crazy things to me.  It was a little weird.  But it didn't stop me from getting off on it.  

It is safe to say that all of the men that were on that line I talked to were mostly over 30 with plenty of them 40 plus. At the time It was quite intriguing

that so many grown men were showing me so much

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DAYS OF THE LEVEE

 LINK: THE INITIATION

            THE PHONE LINE

            MY FIRST

           THE LEVEE

    

   

March 8, 2022 

 As I was driving home from shopping, I drove past an old cruising spot.  By this time of day one could have looked down the street and easily seen at least six to seven cars parked by the sidewalk.

 Looking to the end of the road one would see a levee with at least two to three guys circling back and forth across it like vultures.

Today as I drove past, I saw not one car down that street; not one soul pacing the levee. 

I couldn't help but feel a bit melancholy as I drove past.  There was a time that I would at least drive to the end of the road for old time sake.

Today I figured,"What's the point?"

I just wanted to get home.  I was out running errands and was ready to relax. 

Inside my heart however, was this mixture of reminiscence of all the hot times I had; blended with great sadness of things just not being like it used to. 

Days of the levee were wild.  

My initiation into cruising the levee goes back to 1992.  I was 21 years old.  There was this phone line that charged an arm, leg and your first born a minute to engage in phone sex with other horny guys looking to get off.  Sometimes there would be the chance that both parties would be interested in meeting up.

My very first experience with another guy came from this chat line.  He was my first male experience.  He actually introduced me to cruising. 

One day after we got together we started talking about the whole gay scene which I had no clue about.  That's when he told me that later that night he was going to go cruising and asked if I wanted to come.  I heard of the term but wasn't familiar with it. I agreed and he picked me up later that night.

Although we hooked up a few times prior to this, I really didn't know much about this guy.  I must admit I was getting quite nervous when he kept driving and the location was getting more secluded and dark.  We finally got to the end of the road.

"What is this?"

"This is the spot where guys cruise.  Just over that levee are guys everywhere doing all kinds of stuff.  This my friend is the place to be,"  he said confidently.

"I don't see anybody out here."

He laughed,"That's because we're in the car and not up there."

He pointed to the gravel road leading up to the levee.

Just as he said that a guy walked across, slowed down and looked right into the car.  Another guy walked up and stopped as if he was waiting for us to get out of the car.  One by one guys started coming up from the other side.

The sight was quite unnerving for me. 

The guy that I refer to as My First saw that I was somewhat uncomfortable.  For some reason he thought getting me out of the car would make me feel more at ease.  As we walked toward the gravel road there were young guys, old guys, really cute guys and some not so great looking guys. 

There were a lot of really short shorts, tight jeans with obviously no underwear and guys in sweats with a lot dangling. 

My eyes were intrigued but I still didn't feel comfortable.  As we got up to the other side of the levee there was little to no light but I could definitely hear the voices and movement in the bushes and the scuffling of rocks.

That adventure lasted no longer than a few minutes as I asked My First if we could leave.  He was very accommodating and drove me home. 

My next experience with the levee would be years later in 1997 when out of curiosity if I could even find the place sparked my drive. 

By the following visit, I had my own transportation.  I also decided to check it out more during the beginning of sunset when there was plenty of light.  I felt much safer.  I still didn't do anything with anyone but this time I watched as guys were blowing each other.  

It really wasn't until 2001 when I blossomed sexually. 

2001 - 2012 was my peak. The levee's traffic started becoming less and less when I was starting to explore my sexuality.  But it was still popping enough to have some good times there.  Now its just a place for the unhoused to build there tents.  

After numerous sweeps and arrests along with an increase of police patrolling; the place changed.  

Ironically the cops don't patrol as much now that the cruising activity has seized.  But the homeless has basically turned that area into a tent city.

On one hand I am glad that the unhoused have a place they can dwell in a somewhat safe environment.  I just really missed the hot times that were had there and it is no longer a beautiful site with all the garbage around.  But like the saying goes nothing stays the same.  And so goes the days of the levee.

HAIRY CHESTED DADDY

                             The year of 2004

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          THE PHONE LINE

It was the year of 2004.  I don't remember the time of season but I do know it was in the area of late afternoon; maybe around 5:30pm.  There was a popular phone chat line I used to use to hook up.

I was checking my voice box when I heard a message from a man that seemed pretty sexy.  In the message he mentioned that he thought my voice was sexy and that he would like for me to come to his place.  I checked his profile message. 

It went somewhat like, "Forty-five year old top into younger smooth guys… "

Of course he had some sexy clever line in order to get his prospects thirsty for him.  I have no recollection of what it was.  But it worked.

He mentioned he was equally intrigued with my profile message.

Mine was similar to, "Thirty-three year old versatile guy looking to explore bottoming more."

When I was younger I was much more versatile. I loved both being the guy on top as well as having a hot guy on top of me filling my insides.  And if we switched and took turns, even better.  But there were just times when I just wanted to be fucked.

We exchanged numbers and chatted.  He gave me his address.

I got to his place and knocked on the door.  He opened the door in some blue shorts and a short sleeved white button shirt with some type of design.  He was a good looking 45 year old White guy with medium brown hair with a sexy splash of gray in his hair and beard that gave him a very sexy daddy look.  I was in my blue jeans white T - Shirt and a black dickies jacket; Nothing new.  Although I didn't have on any baseball cap. 

I find it amazing the details I can remember from 20 years ago and yet other details remain fuzzy.  Even with our attire it is hard to pinpoint the time of year this took place.  I discovered the actual year by mental back tracking, various events, hairstyles I had and special milestones of that time and how that would relate to finding that year and hook up. It’s a strange process to explain but it works. 

He invited me in.  We talked for a good while and got to know each other a bit.  I always feel like I have a better time when I can spend a little time getting to chat with a person.  I love the tension as we talk and bullshit.  It makes the intention of jumping each other's bones more powerful.

I do remember being on his couch and with a smile he asked, "Can I kiss you?"

I leaned in grinning from ear to ear as he began to kiss me.  He laid me back as he got on top of me.  I was in bliss.  I pulled my pants off as we lay with our boners rubbing each other in our boxers.  He began to pull my down my boxers.  Slowly he began to go down on me.  I began to moan.  

He started from the tip all the way down the shaft to the base.  Licking up and down my dick he traveled lower to my balls.  I began to really moan and shiver.  He paid very good attention to my balls, going lower to my taint.  This has always been close to uncharted territory for me but not something I was totally against; when he started licking my taint as well as my butt. 

It sent me into orbit.  

He giggled, "I see you don’t have that happen much."

 

I embarrassedly confess , "No.  I don't."

That's when he dug in like a hungry monster and started munching.  I am sure I screamed like a little girl and was convulsing like I was possessed.  He laughed some more.  He was really getting a kick out of my reaction.  I would say he may have had a bit of a sadistic streak in him but in a very playful way. 

After a few minutes of him torturing me with his tongue he moved up to my face and and whispered, "I want to take you to my bedroom."

 

I followed him as he lead the way.

We stripped naked and for the first time I got to see his full body.  He had a chest full of gray and sandy brown hair all over his torso.  

I quickly migrated to his chest, kissing down to his torso, lower to his hairy bush.  I opened my mouth to take in his cock.  He had a nice body.  He also had a nice size penis. 

I was enjoying it rather nicely.  I didn't enjoy it for very long.  He grabbed me and turned me over so that I was face down.  He definitely was an ass man and he loved eating it.  He rimmed me from this new angle.  It felt much different from when I was on my back.  It was much more unbridled and primitive. 

Once again he had me out of control.  I could feel his warm slobber dripping down the side of my butt cheek as he spit right in the hole.  With perfect aim he punched my hole digging his tongue as deep and with as much vigor as he could. 

I felt the cool air hit my exposed hole when he let up.  

I looked back and saw him reach for a condom.  He lubed up and wet my hole. 

 

He began to push his way in.  I began to flinch.

"Relax,"he whispered in my ear as he started to go in.

 

 He took very slow pumps with me.

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to take my time with you," he said as I felt his warm breath on my neck as he talked.

Thank goodness he was a nice size for me.  I still felt him overpowering my insides.  He could tell I wasn't used to his invasion but he kept pumping in and out at a mellow pace.  Each time he grabbed  my hips to collide into me, I had to breath out.  

"Maybe we can get me on my back and I might be more comfortable,"  I suggested.

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CURLY BLONDE HAIR

 One night in the summer 2003

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          THE PHONE LINE

Back before dating apps, there used to be phone chat lines where guys would record voice adds on the line and other guys, depending on the payment plan, could listen to the messages or chat live for phone sex or plan to hook up.

A great way to get your rocks off on the phone without revealing your personal info unless you were going to physically meet up.   Right?  The bad thing about this innovative technology was the astronomical bill that you ran on your credit card after two hours of cat and mouse.

This one night I phone connected with this guy with a very sexy voice.  He was just one year younger than me 32 at the time. Taking that this was a phone line; it wasn't often that I came across a message that matched the type of play I was into so when he used certain keywords like submissive, kinky, and a bit on the wild side, I knew that was my cue.

He gave me directions to his place and told me to just walk in and go upstairs to the first bed room.  I gave him directions to be on his knees in a jockstrap with his hands behind his back.  

When I walked in and saw him on his knees as instructed.   Before that, we didn't know what each other looked like. We were both pleased with the outcome.

I had on a black ball cap, black jeans, black t shirt and vest, boots and my leather gloves.

He was in a white jockstrap. He was Caucasian with curly blonde hair and was clean shaven.  He was well built, lean and very tone with a beautiful tan.  We never discussed our interest or boundaries.  I just experimented and he received; Much differently than how I do things now.

His curls hung a bit over his eyes.  I grabbed a hand full of his hair and yanked his head back so I could get a good look at his face.  

He made the typical facial expression that one would make when getting their hair pulled.

"What? You don't like that?"

"I just didn't expect it."

"SIR!" I said firmly.

"I didn't expect it SIR," he said.

"Good boy."

I walked around the room sizing the place up; figuring out what  type of play to get in for the night.

Curly Blonde Hair had a pretty big master bedroom with a nice sized bathroom connected to it. 

"I'm going to get my bag out of the car.  Just stay on you knees just like that."

"Yes SIR," he said.

When I came back, he was on the bed with his face down and ass in the air.  His ass cheeks filled his jockstrap beautifully.  That hole looked irresistible.  The sight definitely gave me an instant erection.  The one issue I had: That is not how I requested him to be when I was to return.  

I migrated to the side of the bed.  

"Come here," I said.

He scooted his body so that he was close to the edge.

I ran my leather gloves through his hair and clasped it as I slowly pulled his neck back. I bent down toward his ear.

"Did I tell you to get on the bed?"I said calmly but with enough conviction to let him know that I did not approve of his decision to disregard my instruction.

"No sir," Curly Blonde said looking me to the side as I had his neck tilted back.

He grabbed his head as best as he could and attempted to go with the force of my hand to avoid being yanked too hard.

"When I say stay on your knees are you going to stay on your knees?"

"Yes SIR," he strained.

I let go of his hair once he was steady on his knees.

I stood in front of him looking down at him as he 

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