Secret #25: Showing Your True Colors in Black and White
As you've figured out by now, i was quite the confused young man back in the '80s. Hanging out with the boys, drinking beer...and look at that "Members Only" jacket. What do a bunch of half-drunk and horny young men in a foreign country do on a Saturday night? Why, go to the whorehouse! There were two big ones in Stuttgart, the House of Three and the House of Seven. my (mis)adventure took place at the House of Three Colors, so named for the three colors in the stucco of the building. This matches the french "tricolor" flag, but i don't know if this was meant to evoke images of the infamous "french whore" or not. Who knows what goes through the minds of these germans. It opened in 1957, just around the corner from the City Hall - the large ediface in the background of the b/w portion of the picture. It was late at night, the stairwells were narrow and fairly dark. The women would stand in their doorways, the soft, often red, lights of their rooms illuminating them from behind. The men would go back and forth, ashamed to make eye contact. Well, i was anyway. As we passed each other, my friends would ask, "Which one are you going for?" In true, assinine, male form, we had to go through with it lest we be discovered to be "less than a man" since that's what men did. i finally decided on one. i can't tell you much about her. Her hair was up, she had large-ish breasts, she wore lacy red lingerie. i think i gave her 50 Deutschmarks which was about 15 bucks. Back in the '80s, that was good money. i don't think i was even making $4000 a year yet. But no matter, there i was. i don't even think i took off all my clothes, just dropped my pants. my little dick was just laying there limp. She played with it and sucked on it a little, but it just firmed up a bit, enough to get the condom on though not enough to get it in. "You don't like me?" i stammered that i was nervous and had been drinking a bit, which was, indeed, true. i'm not sure if time went by slowly or if it dragged for an eternity, but her alarm went off. Time was up. i paid a little extra and then she said that for a few marks more, she would do something special to ensure i get off. i paid - i didn't want her chasing me from the room, yelling that i was not a man at all. She brought out what looked like a turtle strapped to the back of her hand and plugged it in and started massaging down below my balls. i'd never felt anything like that before and soon, unexpectedly, i started cumming. And i never did get fully hard. No matter, i had gone to a prostitute and i had cum so in my mind i was successful. She handed me a tissue to clean up and no, i could NOT use her bathroom. i met up with my friends on the street out front and we laughed and grunted. We had proven our manhood. my secret was safe. Even from myself.
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