I had a Thanksgiving story from many years ago, that didn't work out the way I wanted, but I do think of it every Thanksgiving. I was thirty-five and having Thanksgiving dinner with relatives at around 5 PM. This was pre-internet days for me and I was using the telephone sex lines of the day. I live in Brooklyn and there was a line called the, "Brooklyn-Queens bisexual" line. I had the whole day open until dinner and the lines were quiet when I found a very sexy sounding guy with a heavy New York City accent who said he was a bisexual twenty years old living in Howard Beach, Queens, the neighborhood where John Gotti was famous for. I guess I spoke to the kid privately and he told me that his family was away for Thanksgiving and he had the house to himself and wanted to hook up with an older man.
There was no way to exchange pics in those days, but his description sounded perfect to me and I guess I sounded okay for him and so he gave me his address and I made my journey from Brooklyn Heights to Howard Beach, Queens. The neighborhood had big private houses and this kid's family house was no exception. I parked in the driveway and rang his doorbell. And I was greeted by an extremely handsome young man, dark hair, Italian kid with a slim toned body in t-shirt and jeans. We sat in his living room and he told me his story, parents were divorced, mom and sister went upstate for the day. He told me that he had recently been released from prison for being an accomplice helping the neighborhood "boys" on a job.
He told me his bedroom was down in the basement and we walked down the stairs. He had the shades pulled down as he had a girlfriend who knew he didn't go with his mom. It was all so exciting for me to be going into the bedroom of this straight cute twenty year old Italian mobster kid. I intended to give him the blowjob of his lifetime. He turned off the lights and started to get undressed and I reached for his cock but he pushed my hands away and began pulling at my pants and he said all he wanted to do was for me to fuck him. I know that KG and Rep and many others here would be ecstatic. But I am not a top and my intention was to suck his young straight cock but he wouldn't let me near his dick. Apparently he had gotten fucked in prison and wanted what his girlfriend could not do for him.
And so I got dressed and left his house leaving us both unsatisfied. But it was a thrilling and almost dangerous trip for me that just did not have the happy ending that either he or I had anticipated. In future telephone hook ups and later on line meetings, I learned to be very specific in what I was looking for and had many satisfying experiences over the years doing what I do best and satisfying many young men in New York City. But not that straight hot Italian kid on that Thanksgiving Day, back in the mid eighties.
