Gypsy

Being a young man of about 25, horny in need of release, I visited Chicago one cold dark overcast day in 1984. I think it was in one of the winter months because I had on a worn winter jacket. In the meantime, I searched for magic supplies which I had heard would be useful to practicioners of Witchcraft, looking for various supplies, potions for casting spells, which I intended to take and sell in my home town.

I looked in the phone directory for shops which sold magic supplies. Arriving on the "L" I walked several blocks to the address listed in the directory, but things didn't seem right. The building appeared to be in the middle of nowhere, with large vacant and abandoned lots all around. No one else in sight, no pedestrians on this desolate stretch of street.

When I arrived at the address, the building seemed pretty much abandoned with the windows all covered with newspapers taped up to hide whatever was inside. It was certainly not a retail store since the door was locked, however, I being very naive either rang the bell or knocked (I don't remember which) and I sensed someone

on the other side of the door. There was a rustle and a long pause. I think I saw a slight bit of movement in a sliver of window not covered with paper.

There answered the door a man with a strange, perhaps British accent. He was middle aged with long medium brown hair pulled back into a tail, slim, in fact gaunt, as though he smoked too much and didn't eat very often, having some wrinkles in the face with an earring in one ear, which was a bit odd in 1984. His shirt was opened to the navel exposing much dark hair on his chest, He had a well tanned body and could have been of middle Eastern descent. He appeared to me to be a Gypsy. He was very handsome for his age. "Hellow, may I help you?" he asked in the strange dialect.

I asked if this was a magic shop and after another long pause, he motioned me inside to reveal a small darkened ante room with a false back wall made of plywood, having several door holes cut into it with accompanying plywood doors on it held by cheap hinges.

Ever so often, there was a knock at the door at which the gypsy man cautiously peered through the peep hole, as if he was watching for the police to make a raid on the place. Then he would carefully let in the visitor and escort him in and through one of the entrances cut into the plywood rear panel. All of the visitors were young, skinny, effeminate looking men.

He excused himself leaving me alone there for a time during which I began to look over the containers of herbs etc. They had obviously not been used for some time, I ran a finger over the tops collecting a thick layer of dust and I thought this looked strange for a business listed as selling magic supplies. Did he never do any business?

After returning, we chatted about my interest in the occult and my quest for truth. Suddenly, he put the question to me, Have you evuh considered having sex with a puhson to learn truth? I remember this clearly, he pronounced it "puhson" instead of

"person" in some thick dialect I didn't recognize. I supposed it could have been British, but what did I know? I said definitely not, He also asked whether I had any family back home that would miss me if I did not return. I told him no, I hadn't seen or heard from them in years.

I was certainly curious and asked what other secrets this place may hold. He answered that only the truly wise could know the secrets of this place. I said I was curious, but concerned it may be a place one must be very cautious of exploring, not expressing to him I thought the magic supplies may be a front for male prostitution. Something was definitely wrong with this place and I sensed it, but being very horny I had been all over town, going into adult book stores looking for a blow job in any of the glory holes. Having found none, I was really horny and being so young, it just ached, that longing in my chest for companionship one experiences from sticking his dick through and getting a blow job. I had sucked several other guys that day, but they kept pulling out, depriving me of the joy of having their jizz spurt out and knowing he had had a good time. No body had touched my dick in weeks and upon inserting my cock through the hole, many would just up and leave my hard rod sticking through, and the door to the booth standing open for anyone to see who may be walking by, gay or straight. This is embarrassing, since you never know what kind of pervert they think you are. I was just in the mood for some dirty gay sex. I was a

skinny young 25 man with dark hair cut in a business man's style. I thought I was sexy.

He seemed more than friendly, and I let my winter jacket fall open to expose a large erection growing down my left trouser leg. The jacket was old and in need of repair. He led me to the back through one of the openings cut into the false back of the store.

Stepping over the edge of the plywood front, it was even darker than the anteroom, but

upon going through I was sure I heard sounds of sex in ajoining rooms. The odor of

semen was strong back there, like the peeps of an adult book store, along with the

unmistakeable odor of bleach, or Mr. Clean they use to mop the booths.

He led me into a side room containing a sofa, a chair and what appeared to be a

massage table, but it was a bit shorter and stood at an incline. He began by kneeding

the buldge in my pants and undid the top button. "Make yourself comfortable, and lay

back on the sofa. I will show you what it is all about, to teach you truth." He then

excused himself again when there was another knock at the front door.

In the mean time, I sat back on the couch and eyed my surroundings more closely as

my eyes adjusted to the darkened room. Not only was there furnishings, but also what

appeared to be a stand on which was placed various pieces of equipment, as in a

doctor's office. Stainless steel cutters, shears and scalpels, along with rubber tubing

and gloves. I saw things I did not recognize which I assumed to be torture equipment.

I didn't intend for this to be a heavy scene and was a bit alarmed. My heart began to

race while my penis continued to rise to the occasion.

When he returned, I expressed my concern about the medical equipment, but he eased

my tension by whispering in my ear with his hot breath, "Some of my clients feel a need

for body modifications, like circumcision and piercing. No need for you to be

concerned, my dear."

Now, I don't normally get turned on by effeminate men, and his soft ministerings to my

neck still arose a suspicion in me I was being used more than I cared to be by his

desires, rather than my need for release. He must have been able to read me like a

book because he suddenly became more manly in the way he started acting. He

bagan massaging my crotch more forcefully and lowered the zipper on my jeans, and

his own as well. He pulled me up from the sofa and went down on my prick which had

sprung out when he undid my zipper. "Mmm, mmm", he said as he sucked my now

hardening cock. His warm mouth sucked on me so hard, he pretty much pulled me by

the cock over to the massage table. When he got me closer to it he placed a friendly

hand on my back, pushing me toward and down on the inclining table.

He helpfully removed my jacket and shirt while he dropped his own trousers and came

up behind me. My pants dropped to the floor as I realized his own had done the same.

Now, he pressed himself onto my back and I felt his warm body press against mine.

He had on no underwear and pressed his semierect dong in the crease of my ass.

"Let me show you what it is all about" he repeated into my ear, meanwhile taking my

arms and spreading them out to the sides of the soft leather massage table. He then

attached straps around my wrists, making me prone on the table. I felt the table start

to get lower, leaving my legs to lift from the floor, and leaving my dick and balls hanging

off the short bottom edge. I don't know how he did this...perhaps with a crank

mechanism he could reach from his position behind me. Once he had my butt to the

desired height, he spread my cheeks and I felt his hardness enter me. He thrust into

me for a couple of minutes saying to me"oh, you are so soft inside, just like a woman.

You almost make me want to go straight."

I was in heaven, the room warm and his body agauinst mine, thrusting in and out.

Suddenly, I felt him squirt warm semen into my bowels then slowly withdrew, the cum

dripping from my ass down my legs.

He then said, "I have a special gift for my favorite clients. Let me place this balll

stretcher on you..." he tied something onto my ballsack, but I knew it was not the kind

of ball stretcher I had seen in magazines. My balls hung low from the warmth of the

room. He then left the room for a moment, during which I began to panic. This didn't

seem right. "Why am I still tied up here?" I wondered. "What is he planning to do to

me now?"

When he returned, he silently went to the medical stand, which was out of my sight

range behind me. He came up behind me and said, "relax, you are about to experienae

the experience of a lifetime," he seemed to duck down and I felt him sucking me from

beneath the table. I could not see him, but I again felt his warm mouth from the other

side, "just like a gloryhole" I thought. Sucking, slurping, I felt my prick sliding in and out

of his mouth, and I relaxed thinking, "this ain't so bad" and I said "this ain't so bad." He

momentarily stopped sucking and said in a soft voice, "yes, it AIN'T so bad, there's

nothing wrong with giving yourself over to pleasure. You will find it can be quite

enjoyable."

He returned to sucking my now rock hard cock, but the moment I came, spurting my

goo into his throat, I felt the most extreme horrible pain in my nuts...a squeezing,

pinching scratching on my scrotum. You see, he said, "I realized you were a puhson of little means. This is my payment for suhvices (services) renduhed (rendered) as he held before my face my testicles, complete in the bag which was tied off at the top.

"I will give you the choice, stay here as one of my boys to render services to my clients, or you may leave. You see, I have decided to move my shop to another venue. These will fetch me an extraordinary sum to afford the move", holding my balls before my face.

When the police came, they found an abandoned magic shop in the anteroom, no magical supplies, no medical equipment and no Gypsy.