Our Special Services (Part #1)

When five 18-year-old boys can't find summer jobs, the horniest of them suggests they start a gigolo service to satisfy their community's frustrated females.

Part One

As the 1981-82 academic year was approaching its end at my Canadian high school, I and a few of my closest friends were seeking summer employment. For some reason, good jobs seemed to be harder to come by than in previous years. It looked for a while that we might be completely shut out from a few months’ employment. Then Timmy Smith, one of the handful of inseparable buddies I had, stunned us with a simple and very appealing solution he had stumbled upon.

The first thing to know about Timmy Smith was that he was insatiably horny and had been since the age of 12. Six years later, at age 18, his libido had only grown. He absolutely loved having sex and tried to actively engage in it more than regularly. He wasn’t particularly picky about whom he bedded. Her qualifications were quite basic: She had to be breathing and have a double-digit age. Sometimes we, his closest friends, even wondered about the latter. We often kidded him that one day the police would arrive at our high school to place him in handcuffs because one of his underage dalliances would be exposed. Timmy laughed at the idea. “She’ll never complain if she’s satisfied!” he insisted. I pointed out that it would be her parents who’d be the ones justifiably doing the complaining if they ever found out what an 18-year-old was doing with their innocent daughter!

Be that as it may, one day Timmy announced at lunchtime that he had a great idea that would address our summer employment concerns. He announced he had just bedded a 45-year-old widow who was a friend of his mother. She had sought him out because she had been without sex since her husband passed away suddenly in 1980. Timmy, of course, was glad to oblige, but he was more than pleasantly surprised when the woman insisted on giving him $100 for services rendered. “It was well worth the money, Timmy,” the sated woman allegedly told him. Furthermore, she added, “A young, virile 18-year-old male could earn quite a good living satisfying lonely women of all ages and have fun while doing it.”

“So,” I asked Timmy, “does that mean you are going to become a gigolo?”

“You are half right, Johnny,” he replied to me. “Since we’re all 18 years old, I think we should all offer our valuable services to the female public for a price. Can you think of a better summer job than that? I can’t.”

The four of us who regularly ate lunch with Timmy all initially laughed heartily at his idea, but he declared he was wholly serious about it. Our group consisted of me (Johnny Easton), Scott Vickers, Mike Monahan, and Warren Fletcher. Timmy figured we were a good cross-section of 18-year-old high school males. I was the all-Canadian type boy who was smart and athletic. Scott was slightly less athletic than I was, but extremely smart in the sciences. Mike was an average student who kept himself in excellent physical shape. Warren was the weakest of us academically, but he was probably the best athlete of us all despite having a smaller but stocky build. Timmy himself was wiry, but he was obviously good at his hobby.

“We’re all young and healthy,” Timmy noted. “Our dicks are all in working order, I assume. I was assured by my bedmate last night that there is a demand for young males like us to service females like her. I don’t doubt that claim at all. Think of all the shy girls at this school who would probably love to have a sexual romp with any of us. Think of the sex-deprived widows and divorcees out there like the one I just screwed. Think of all the sexually frustrated, unattractive women who simply cannot get dates. They have desires to be met and vaginas to be filled. I honestly think the five of us could provide a vital service to a huge, overlooked portion of society!”

Timmy planned to be an entrepreneur once he graduated high school. He was obviously good at creating effective sales pitches because he hooked us rather easily. When I commented that he’d put a lot of thought into this plan, he concurred. “Yes, I have. Here’s what I figure: We put a small ad in the daily newspaper that says something along the lines of ‘Are you a female who is looking to be intimate with a healthy young male? Five local 18-year-olds are ready to service you! Prices are negotiable.’ We add my brother’s phone number and operate out of his vacated apartment above my garage—and we’re in business.”

Timmy and his older brother Kenneth had a lot in common. His whereabouts were presently unknown because he was on the lam, reputedly fleeing from a paternity suit. His apartment would make an ideal office for such a venture.

As for the legality of this enterprise, Timmy said the prostitution laws in Canada were so convoluted and under attack in 1982, that our ad would pass muster. He figured we’d each take turns manning the telephone and matching up potential clients with the one of us who best fit the description of her desired sex partner. Each one of us could charge whatever we wanted, but the guy who answered the phone and successfully got him hooked up would receive a 15 percent agent’s commission. Only under rare circumstances could the agent book himself.

Timmy finally paused and asked us, “How does all this sound—at least generally?”

Warren comically answered, “I’m all in favor of being paid for sex for a change. I’m used to it being the other way around.”

Part Two

We all shook hands with Timmy and we each contributed a few bucks to pay for the newspaper ad to get us started. We jointly agreed that we should charge no less than $60 for our stud service and no more than $100. We were free to turn down any female whom we had no interest in screwing. (“Pass her along to me!” Timmy suggested if that scenario ever arose.) We also unofficially decided to call ourselves the ISF Boys. The abbreviation stood for “I Satisfy Females.”

Timmy also had each of us complete a personal biography that highlighted our various interests and hobbies that whoever served as the agent could consult and use as selling points. I listed every possible thing I could think of, even though I doubted my fascination with the American Civil War was unlikely to bring lonely women racing to me. Within an hour of the ad appearing in print, Timmy had taken four phone calls from curious females—two of which panned out. Timmy got another call from a local radio station who wanted to interview him. He was delighted by the free publicity. He assured us he would mention none of us specifically by name.

As for me, I was one of the first two of us who was hired. Apparently, a shy, 26-year-old local woman named Mindy couldn’t wait to hop into the sack with me! I telephoned her. She sounded like a real sweetheart who was desperately seeking affection. I said my fee was $70—and it covered everything and anything. She gave me her address. It was on the other side of my suburban city. I said I’d be there at 8 p.m.

Part Three

By coincidence, Mike and I both had our first assignments on the same night. Timmy, always a thinker, provided each of us with a small tote bag containing condoms, lubricants and packages of moist, disposable cloths, the kind used to clean newborn babies. He noted, “You might not need any of this stuff, but it can’t hurt to have it with you for all your assignments.” He had unilaterally declared that 10 percent of all agents’ fees would go toward buying an endless supply of such items. Timmy obviously spoke from vast sexual experience. For me, Mindy would be just the fourth female I had ever bedded. I had never fucked a girl who was older than I. I was both nervous and excited by the prospect.

I arrived with my tote bag at 147 Marble Street at 7:57 p.m. I had taken a city bus to get there and timed my arrival almost perfectly. I didn’t need to knock on the front door. Mindy opened it when she saw me through her window.

Mindy greeted me warmly. “Oh, the fellow I spoke to on the telephone was right! You are definitely a handsome young man!” she told me. I was flattered. I noticed, however, that Mindy, a 5’4” brunette, was a little bit on the homely side because of a slightly crooked nose and a protruding chin. Still, she was a nicely built female with bigger than average breasts. As a tit-lover, I couldn’t wait to enjoy fondling her jugs! Mindy offered me a cold drink, which I accepted. She poured herself one, too. We chatted amiably for about 10 minutes. Mindy told me she was a dental hygienist who lived alone. She had had no luck in finding anyone to love, so the ad she saw in the newspaper caught her attention. She put her hand on mine and sweetly said, “Johnny, I’m hoping this is the best $70 I ever spend.” We finished our drinks and then headed to Mindy’s bedroom.

While riding the bus to her home, I had determined that I would closely match Mindy’s sexual enthusiasm. If she was somewhat shy, as I expected her to be, I would very gently be the same with her. However, if she were aggressive in her sexual activities, I’d happily match her fervor. What I wasn’t expecting was for her to be was what she turned out to be: a sexual wildcat!

Mindy quickly undressed me while I attempted to undress her. She was far quicker at her task than I was at mine. Mindy had me standing naked at the edge of her bed in about 45 seconds, while I had barely gotten her top off. She undressed herself in about half a minute. She was quite fetching, actually, despite being what Timmy unkindly termed a “butter face”. It was a punny insult for a girl who was shapely but not pretty. It came from the phrase, “She’s got a great body, but her face...” Mindy certainly fit that category. Within five seconds of us hopping onto her queen-size bed, I didn’t care about her face at all.

Mindy proceeded to give me a fabulous blowjob in which she liked putting my testicles in her mouth frequently. That was a new thrill for me. I was fully erect within a few seconds. What normal male wouldn’t be? “Do a 69 with me, Johnny!” she ordered. She spun her body 180 degrees and I happily complied. She had a shaved and very meaty pussy for me to enjoy—which I did. I truly wished I had a longer tongue that I could stick in her crevice to please her. I used an index finger instead. Judging by Mindy’s genuine squeals of delight, she was happy I was pleasing her that way.

“I want to ride your dick next, Johnny. It will be heavenly!” Mindy said.

“May I play with your breasts first, Mindy?” I asked her. “They are a real turn-on for me!”

“Oh, sure!” she agreed. “I’d hoped you’d like them. They’re my best physical feature.” Mindy straddled me as I sat up slightly to grope her tits. They were great sexual objects. They were the kind of breasts where the nipples point slightly sideways. I was feeling one while sucking on the other. It was almost as if Mindy could read my mind. I desperately wanted to stick my erection between them. Mindy seemed to anticipate that and bent down further so my titty-fuck could happen. It was the sexiest sight I had ever been personally involved in. Mindy certainly had a more attractive torso than Jennifer Evans possessed. Jennifer was a naïve cutie from my past who lived half a block from me before moving away in 1975. Her tits were the first I had ever touched. I was 11 at the time. She was nine.

After giving Mindy’s nipples a good sucking, I told my bedmate I was more than happy to have her ride my throbbing dick until it exploded.

“Don’t think I can’t do that, Johnny!” she warned me with a huge grin on her face.

“I don’t doubt it at all!” I responded.

About two seconds after Mindy mounted me, it occurred to me I hadn’t asked her if I should wear a condom for vaginal sex. When I mentioned it, Mindy said contemptuously, “No chance! Condoms destroy the mood. I want to be fucked bareback. I planned ahead for you, Johnny. I won’t get pregnant. Relax!”

My mind was put at ease by that knowledge, but I could hardly relax with this busty vixen joyfully bouncing on my aroused penis. “Shoot a big load of semen inside of me, Johnny!” Mindy ordered me.

“I was about to suggest the same thing,” I told her. I put my hands on her waist to assist Mindy as she slid up and down my erection. Then I held her down as I ejaculated inside her. Mindy climaxed at about the same time. Our liquids mixed and trickled out of Mindy’s thoroughly soaked pussy. When I lifted her off my penis, a great glob of gooey cum fell out of her. I playfully grabbed it and smeared it over her tits. “I enjoy coming on girls’ breasts,” I said with a chuckle, “even in a roundabout way.”

To Mindy’s delight, I wasn’t anywhere close to being through with her. I changed places with her. Now she was lying in the center of the bed. I mounted Mindy for a traditional fuck, pounding away at her sexy, shaved vagina for the better part of 20 minutes before achieving a second orgasm. I pulled out in time to squirt it on her nipples. Mindy made a point of licking the head of my penis to get every last drop of semen from it. “It’s a sin to be wasteful,” she told me.

We were having a great time as bedmates. I even managed to ignore her “butter face” to enjoy smooching with her. “I’m so glad I answered that ad in the newspaper, Johnny!” she told me, obviously meaning it.

“I’m glad Timmy bought the ad and talked me into being part of his team,” I told her. “You are fabulous in bed. We should do this again,” I suggested.

Mindy surprised me by saying, “Johnny, I know we’re not even done, but this has been great. I suspect all you guys are great fucks…so my plan is to fuck all of you, one right after the other.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged!” I told her. I then went back to sucking on Mindy’s terrific tits.

“Fuck me up the bum, please, Johnny!” Mindy asked me totally out of the blue. “I think I’d like you to do that to me. I’ve never tried that with anyone else before.”

This was definitely something new to me, too. I remembered the lube in the tote bag. I got out of bed to grab the unopened squeeze bottle.

“I’m impressed that you came prepared, Johnny!” Mindy gushed. “What a great service this is!”

I properly credited Timmy for the tote bag idea and promptly got to work. Mindy positioned herself at the end of the bed, kneeling at a 45-degree angle, thus elevating her butt. I squirted some of the thick, clear lube onto her cute derriere, some onto my hand, some onto my penis, and some directly onto her anus. I warned her by stating three small words: “Here I go!”

I started to enter Mindy’s bum slowly. It was tight, so Timmy’s lube definitely helped. Mindy was making a lot of noise. I wasn’t sure if she was liking her first experience with anal sex or not. (I definitely was enjoying mine!) “Do you want me to stop?” I asked her out of compassion.

“No,” she told me sweetly. “I guess it just takes a while to get used to having a big dick up my behind. Keep going, Johnny!”

I laughed out loud, but I faithfully followed her command. Mindy did indeed get used to my dick deeply penetrating her anus because we ended up finding a good bum-fucking rhythm. When I sensed an orgasm was imminent, I did something unexpected: I pulled my dick from Mindy’s backside and shoved it quickly into her pussy where I came in a matter of seconds.

“Johnny, that really took me by surprise!” Mindy said. She was not angry with me; she was pleased by my creativity.

I was pleasantly surprised, too, by how much cum my balls could produce for a third ejaculation in the space of about 80 or 90 minutes! I kept on drilling Mindy’s pussy well after the last drop of semen had been discharged from my throbbing manhood. I eventually pulled out of her and collapsed on the point of exhaustion beside Mindy. She rolled over and gave me a very romantic kiss.

“I’m giving you $100 for tonight’s fun, Johnny,” Mindy cooed. “You’ve been worth every penny of it. You are a wonderful lover. I couldn’t have asked for a better one.”

I thanked her for the tremendous compliment. Then I added, “I truly hope none of my friends will disappoint you, Mindy. I’ll tell them you’re a real spitfire in bed. When I give them my positive review of you, they’ll all be eagerly awaiting their chance to screw you silly!”

Mindy kindly invited me to take a warm, cleansing shower before I caught one of the last crosstown buses that ran that night. It felt wonderful. I should have asked Mindy to share it with me! (That was a rookie mistake!) I spent the ride home mostly thinking about all the previous summer jobs I’d had in the past. Somehow delivering prescriptions for Ferguson’s Pharmacy on my bicycle when I was 13 did not compare to this fabulous, sex-filled job Timmy had created for me and my friends—and, of course, himself. I couldn’t wait for my next assignment, whenever and wherever it might be.