My First Hooker

I’ve decided I’d like to chronicle some of the sexual experiences throughout my life. I figured this would be a good one to start. I’ve been reading stories on here for so long, I figured it was my turn to start writing some and see how much the readers here like them. I hope you enjoy it. There will be more to come if the reviews are positive.

I used to live in a country in South America with my family for many years before moving to the states for education and job reasons. This story starts with a visit back to my home to visit while i had already begun studying in a school in the states. Whore houses are fairly common and I had always heard my friends talk about them. Even though i was only 15 yrs old, i hung out with an older group of guys because i look a lot older down there and thus had the advantage of doing things any other 15 yr old wouldn’t get away with or go to places they normally couldn’t.

My curiosity was peaked one day when me and some of my friends were just sitting around, talking about random stuff, and of course, guys being guys, we started talking about girls and sex. One of my friends had mentioned his last endeavor to one of the local whore houses and the stories just went around in a circle until it came to me. Everyone’s eyes on me, waiting for me to tell them about the time I had gone. I told them I hadn’t gone yet and wasn’t really sure I was ok with the idea of fucking a prostitute. These weren’t the kind of guys take make fun of you and give you a hard time about something like this. Instead they just described it to me, told me how it worked an encouraged me to try it out some time telling me that it wasn’t that big of a deal. I made some basic inquiries about pricing, what the girls were like, and just some basics questions about how things functioned at the whore house.

My friends were more than helpful to satisfy and answer all my questions about it. We kept talking and the conversation moved to different things. It was getting close to dinner time and everyone was getting up to leave. I stayed back with a much older friend that was in his thirty’s. We just hung out for a bit more, it started to get dark and I decided i wanted to know what the whore house was like. He told me about a couple of his other trips there and offered to take me down sometime if I wanted to go. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go. I made up my mind. I asked him to take me down there and show me around.

We went out to the main street to call a cab. I was a bit nervous, having a cabbey knowing that I was gonna go up there. I was just hoping he wouldn’t realize how old I was and tell us he wasn’t gonna take us. We got in without a problem and the taxi took us up the the back end of town where the whore houses were. It was only a 15 minute drive but I managed to smoke three cigarettes in the time it took us to get out there. We got out in the middle of the street and took a look around. My friend pointed out the different whore houses, telling me about their quality and the prices. There was only one that charged admission. He assured me that it was by far the best one. It was double the price in there to get laid but he assured me it was worth it.