Hustler Bar: 307

By Ron Williamson

The 307, and Cruising Central were the only two gay bars in downtown Phoenix. And they were both hustler bars. Bars frequented by guys who were willing to have sex for money. The most common scenario was: older guys, like around forty and up, paying for sex with younger guys, usually under thirty. I was not a hustler. But I did enjoy hanging out at the 307. It had a very different atmosphere than most other gay bars.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Williamson
• Release date: Nov 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005180669

Ron Williamson

I started writing with the idea of it being an autobiography, but realized that my life is basically only interesting to me. So I focused on the men in my life, and turned each person into a chapter, or short story. So each story not only has sex with someone particular, but it also tells about a specific period of my real life.All of my stories are true. Based on times, people, and events from my past. Names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.Except for the story ‘Paranoid’. I ‘ghost wrote’ Paranoid, using information provided to me by someone who wished to remain anonymous.My personal favorite is 'Tunnel of Love'. This story not only tells about my first experience with an uncut, but also about my trip to Switzerland, and most importantly one of the few men that I have falling madly in love with. To this day, each time I read 'Tunnel of Love', it still makes me smile, laugh, cry, and gets me so hard that I feel the need to.. well, you know.There is very little kink in my stories. But there is a lot of passion. The sex is mostly oral, and anal. The sex in my stories is mostly about the magic feeling that two people can create, and share, while they are experiencing each others bodies. The sparks that fly when two people become one. Even if only for a short while.In the words of Janis Joplin: ‘If you’re gonna love somebody. Love them like it’s the last minute of your life.’ And that, I did.All of my stories can be found on the Smashwords website. At the end of each story there are; samples of my other stories, and links to take you to them. I would love to hear feedback about all of my stories. If you read one, please take a moment to write a review at the bottom of the stories page.

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Hustler Bar

307

By Ron Williamson

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old.

Title: Hustler Bar: 307

Copyright © 2022 by Ron Williamson

ISBN: 9781005180669

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#1 - Gorgeous Gary

11:00 AM.

I flew down the stairs, ran to the parking lot, got in my car, and I was gone. I had a whole hour for lunch. I was twenty-five years old, and I’d been working in the mailroom at A.P.S. for six months. A.P.S. was Arizona’s largest electric company.

I pulled in to the parking lot of the 307 bar, on Roosevelt and 3rd St. in Phoenix, Arizona. I could hear the juke box music as I neared the front door:

Feels like I’m going to lose my mind.

You just keep on pushin’ my love,

Over the borderline.

It was a Madonna song, so I knew Walden was inside. Seemed he was always there.

The door closed behind me, and I just stood there for a minute, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darker lighting. As soon as I could see, I went straight to the pool table, and put a quarter on the table. I was next to play. Pool was one of my greatest passions. And I was pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself.

The 307, and Cruising Central were the only two gay bars in the downtown area. And they were both hustler bars. Bars frequented by guys who were willing to have sex for money. The most common scenario was: older guys, like around forty and up, paying for sex with younger guys, usually under thirty. I was not a hustler. But I did enjoy hanging out at the 307. It had a very different atmosphere than most other gay bars. And even though I was on lunch, and had to be back at work in less than one hour, I kept an eye out for any good looking chubby guys. Hell, I always kept an eye out for good looking chubby guys. No matter where I was, or what I was doing there. I was always on the hunt.

Lunch time eh? Walden asked.

Yep, I answered,