Confessions of a John
Dinero Cruz
Dark City Media
Baltimore, MD
Confessions of a John
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First published in English in 2011 by Dark City Media
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Dontae
" Pull your pants down and let me wet that dick with this boy pussy. " I said, while spreading
my cocoa cheeks anticipating his curved vanilla cock. I leaned against the hood of his truck
while rubbing my nipples as I slowly made seductive circles with my phat ass. I carefully
swallowed his shaft while squeezing my ass muscles to milk his dick. Round and round, I
repeated. I wanted him deep inside me until he made me his regular whore.
" Take this cock, nigga? You like this country white boy fucking you? I am going to give you
my babies ... Make a nigga with you. "
I knew he was ready to bust so I turned the heat up a notch. " Give me them babies...make
this boy pussy cum..Yeah..spank that ass with your dick...mmm...nut in this filthy hole."
The nastier I spoke, the faster he stroked my ass. " Right there daddy. Oh, yes. " I moaned
while opening a foil packet of Stroke 29 lubricant. I massaged my dick while his pole found
my special place. " Give me that nut. Make your whore happy. You ready to spit ? "
He was on the verge of shooting his love juice. His sweat trickled on my back as he thrust
deeper, stabbing my ass while igniting the desire that inspired me to get his money. He was
the type of client that could take me off the streets.
I was putting it on him real good. He'd only been in me for three minutes and he was about
to bust. " Oh, Shit ! Yeah nigga, I'm cumming !" I squeezed my ass muscles while bouncing
back and forth. I could feel his warm milk tease my prostate. He shook feverishly, collapsing
on my back. I loved to take ' dates ' to the park after hours. I could be as nasty as I wanted
without the threat of being arrested.
After pulling up his pants and getting back into the truck , he handed me twenty dollars. I
now had enough to buy a chicken box, bus pass and the remainder of my bed rental at the
crack house. Hopefully, he would want to meet me again. I was desperate to do better.
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Enrique
" My life is not normal. " Sitting in silence with my head down, I glanced at my black store
brand sneakers. There were like me: what you settled for because you didn't have enough to
get what you really wanted.
" All of our sessions are confidential. You are free to discuss anything with me. Where would
you like to start ? " Her smile was comforting. But I had reason to be suspicious. Due to the
nature of my work, there was no way I could use my insurance for traditional counseling
without my supervisor getting the details. The privacy act wasn't all that private if you worked
for a private company in Maryland. Your employer could access to almost any piece of vital
information from your file.
Maria leaned forward giving me a whiff of her Dior perfume while placing her warm hand on
my knee. " I assure you there is nothing you can tell me that will make me not want to work
with you. My husband really doesn't know that I do this so we both need to keep this on the
hush. " She looked nervous while shifting back in her seat and taking a deep breath. There
was an uneasy silence between us. I prepaid so she couldn't back out. Not knowing where
else to turn, I decided to get the ball rolling.
" I'm a John. "
" Do you mean a man that pays for prostitutes? "
" Yes. I have been paying guys to have sex with me for about five years. I'm 21 and it's
starting to effect me in other areas. " I gazed at her long, smooth mocha legs that were
accented by black patent leather stilettos.
She ran her hands through her shoulder length jet black hair. " How does it make you feel ? "
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" Alone... desperate. I always knew I wasn't holding it down in the looks department." Tears
began to collect in my eyes.
" Are you paying guys to have sex with you because you haven't had any luck in dating? "
Maria picked a bottle of water from the floor and took a sip.
" I can't tell you the number of times I have run across dating profiles on the Internet that
read NO FATS - NO FEMS. The men with these standards are sexy as hell. What in the hell is a
chubby man supposed to do? ... people talk about how there is someone for everyone but
it's not true. It would be nice to have someone respond when I say hello. But getting to that
point is difficult. " I took a deep breath and wiped a tear from my eye.
Maria picked up a box of tissues that lie beside her and handed it to me. " Have you tried a
different website ? "
" Yes. But the results are the same. Be honest. Who do you think would want me? I'm fat, short
and dark." She didn't want to answer the question. I didn't press any further. " There has to be
someone for you. "
" Bullshit ! There is someone for you if you have something of value. Men value looks. Fuck! A
lady could be dumb as a rock but if she has nice tits and a phat ass, she can get a nigga to
pay her bills and kill another man if he stepped towards her. Gay men want to beat it and
bounce. They state on their online profiles that they are ' looking for someone to get to know
' . Maria, fat guys won't fuck each other ... that's some crazy shit ! "
" I was going to ask that question. " Maria had a smile on her face. I wanted to laugh.
" Big boys want a man that is slim or muscular. I think they want to feel better about
themselves. In the back of their minds, they know they don't like carrying all that weight. And
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a sexy man on their arms is another form of approval. It's their way of saying ' If he likes me
then I must be decent. ' "
" I think you should give up the Internet dating scene until we get to the bottom this. I really
would like to learn more about you and make a plan to get you off the Meat Rack. " I was
surprised that she knew where I was going to find sex.
" You are too young to be tricking off your paper. I can honestly say that I feel bad for you
but that is not what you are paying me for. So, what do you want ? "
" Wow. " I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
" I don't know. The prostitutes help me to deal with life but I don't want to be in the position
of needing them. The attention I receive is like a drug. On the street attractive men will do
whatever they
can to get my attention and will do exactly what I want for a few dollars. Many of them are
addicted to heroin. That drug is so powerful that it can make a man who has never
considered gay sex, do it willingly. Crack heads know that men love getting their dick
sucked regardless of who is doing it. “
” I can't believe what I am hearing. “ She shook her head and leaned forward for more.
” I don't choose just anyone. I look for men who are freshly washed and carry condoms. I
don't want to die in the process. The fact that they have an addiction is tragic but their
problem gives me pleasure. Who wouldn't get a hustler if they had my life ? " I glanced at
the clock on the wall behind Maria. The session was over ten minutes ago. I reached in my
pocket to give her more money. She stopped me. " That is not necessary. I'll see you next
Saturday. "
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