Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Street Lover
Surree Stud
SSS-121
Mark von Ritchie
$3.95 Original price was: $3.95.$1.97Current price is: $1.97.
Street Lover
Surree Stud
SSS-121
Mark von Ritchie
$3.95 Original price was: $3.95.$1.97Current price is: $1.97.
Excerpt
Kip was beginning to look the Ford over carefully for any signs that it might indeed be an unmarked police car when he heard a well modulated voice: “Pardon me, fella, but can you help me?”
Kip shot a glance back to Marl to see where he was should this smoothie in the car turn out to be some kind of a problem. Marl was there, and by the way he was standing Kip knew he was taking in the proceedings surreptitiously. Kip turned and stepped off the curb and walked over to the open window saying as he approached: “Well, I’ll try.
Are you lost or something, mister?” The man in the car watched Kip warily as he came closer. He seems a little nervous, I’d better not get too close to him. I won’t put my hands on the window-ledge like Joey always does.
“Uh, yeah—well, I am rather lost. I’m—a—I’m a stranger in this part of the city…”
Kip could read what was coming right away and somehow trusted this cleancut, older man in the preppy coat and tie. Not bad at all—must be around thirty, though. Kip decided to loosen up and make the young man feel better: “Hey, that’s easy to do in this part of town—especially at night. Not much traffic, and so our beloved city managers don’t believe in putting many street lights and signs down here.”
“I’m finding that out, for sure.” The driver seemed to relax at once, and smiled up at the boy standing by his car in the light rain.
“Where was you headed for?” This dude is pretty nice—not bad looking. Cute smile. “You’re in a pretty cruddy part of L.A. you know that, mister? I’ve lived down here in this muggy air a long time.”
“Oh? Ah, well, I was looking for the meat market… I think that’s what it’s called… A friend back in Chicago told me about the place, but…”
Kip smiled and then threw his arms up expansively indicating the decrepit block surrounded by the chain link fence: “This is it, mister, you’ve found the meat market, all right. Valhalla. Nirvana. Heaven! As Brigham Young said, ‘This is the place.’ “ Kip threw back his head and laughed at the irony of his own words. He was beginning to get a certain high that he often felt when warming to a prospective trick—especially if he was a bit attracted to the trick. It did not happen very often—business was business to Kip, but once in awhile he found himself liking some of his customers, as much as he tried not to.
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