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THE GYPSY'S CURSE
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THE GYPSY'S CURSE THE GYPSY'S CURSE I’ll try to tell it how it happened, but a little history first. I am living in Portland, a traveling salesman for an auto parts distributor, and I have a side deal with a chain of wrecking yards. So I travel from Northern Washington to Southern California. I’m sitting in a strip club in San Francisco getting drunk and watching the gay boys and girls game. I’m sitting at the bar because I don’t want to watch the strippers and be expected to throw bills them. So this guy sits next to me and says, “Slow tonight.” “Slow every night, unless you want a dose of clap.” He snorts and says, “Or get rolled.” I’m drinking grapefruit and vodka. It looks like he’s drinking whiskey on the rocks. We take a drink. He says, “I’m Charles, friends say Chuck.” “Pleased to meet ya Chuck, I’m James, I don’t like Jimmy and my ex-wife calls me Asshole.” “I’ve been lucky, never married.” I’ve got nothing to say to , so I say nothing. After while he says, “I work for a big company which makes airplanes. I live in Seattle but I visit subcontractors and parts suppliers in several states. I’m on my way to Los Angeles.” So I tell him what I do and we sit and chatter about much of nothing while I get drunk. It’s about ten when I tell him, “Nice chatting with you, but it’s time for me to crash.” “Yeah. I’m staying in the hotel down a block, across the street.” “Me too. If we walk the street together there’s less chance of getting mugged.” “I hear ya.” So we head for the door and onto the street. Just a few doors down there is a sign with blinking lights, “Madam Grace **FORTUNE TELLER**” In smaller script it says, “I get it right, or its free.” Chuck says, “I’ve always wanted to try to see how much bullshit it is.” “Believe it, it’s all bullshit and con game.” “Let’s stick together and give it a try. I’ll spring for it.” What the hell, if he’s buying, I’ll go along for shits and grins. So we go to the door, and the signs over the doorbell says “Ring 301 for Madam Grace.” So he pushes the button. It’s about two maybe three minutes when the door opens, and it’s a small, skinny, frail looking old woman. She’s dressed like a gypsy—obviously, she is a gypsy. “Gentlemen, good evening and welcome. Please follow me.” She turns and heads up a flight of stairs, two floors, to a landing hall with doors in two directions. The air smells like incense… I’m thinking Mary Jane and maybe hash. She comes to a door and goes in, and we follow her. It’s a smallish room with two doors and it’s decorated with gypsy tack… tools of the trade. In the center is a small table with four chairs, and a glass globe (supposed to be a crystal ball, I guess) on a gypsy table cloth. I’m thinking, ‘this is funny, right out of a 1950’s movie.’ Chuck gets to the point. “Let’s start with the price. How much?” “It depends on what you want. I’ll read your palm and tell you what I see for twenty bucks. Two of you would be Forty. I’ll read your horoscope and tell you what says about you for $20 each. If you want me to tell you what may happen, could happen or will happen in your future, ’s fifty dollars each.” Chuck nods. She goes on. “But I don’t think you are here for a little mumbo jumbo about the palm of your hand or your birth date. I think you want more than .” “What do you mean by more?” “I see it in your eyes. Both of you. You’re not happy now and you think there’s something more to life, something you’re missing. ’s something which may make it possible to be happy with your life. Or, if not happy, at least satisfied.” “How are you going to do , and how much?” “I’ll give you a potion. You drink it. We’ll look into the crystal ball and I’ll see what you’re missing, and tell you how to get it. You both have to participate, and it’s three.” “Three hundred?” “Yes, three hundred dollars for the palm and astrology reading, the potion and crystal ball.” Chuck seems to think about it for a few seconds, and says, “OK, the whole thing.” I can’t believe it! He is going to spend three hundred for this con game? I’m drunk, I know , but I’m not so far in the bag I would go for this scam! Shit! She says, “Take a seat and I’ll be right back.” I blink and she’s through a door and gone. Chuck is grinning! What? He thinks this is funny, some kind of entertainment? So he takes one chair and I take the one across from him. In about 3 minutes, maybe, and she’s back with a tray, a bottle of beer, two glasses and two double shot glasses with something dark. She sets the tray on the table, pours some beer into each glass then drops the shot glasses into the beer. “Drink it.” Chuck takes his glass, hoists it as in salute, and hits it. OK, so I drink my glass. It is beer but it tastes pretty strong, bad, as if it’s been hit with some rank whiskey. She sits at the table, and says, “I need your birth date, and the place you were born.” We give her , and she tells us what the stars reveal about us. She tells us, “Now I need to see the palms of your hands.” So we do , and she tells us what the fold lines in our palm say about us. As far as I can tell, it’s just so much bull shit could describe almost anyone. “Now the two of you hold hands, palms together, and into the crystal ball.” So we are holding hands, looking into the glass ball. I was drunk when we came in, and now the beer and whiskey bomb is hitting me in the head like a hammer. I’m feeling too warm, like I need to take my jacket off. She says to Chuck, “You have never married, and do not have a girlfriend. You will have sex with women, but you don’t actually like them. You are straight and have never engaged in sex with a man, but you have been curious about what two men may enjoy together. Am I right about you?” “Yes. She looks into my eyes, and says, “You were abused as a , and have some problems with drink and depression. You married and have . But your wife was never happy and she blames you, and hates you for her unhappiness. You are straight and have never had sex with a man. But you have wondered what two men may find to enjoy with each other. Am I right about you.” I am not going to admit to being curious about gay sex, but I do have to admit she nailed me. “Yes.” She turns back to Chuck. “Give me the 3 hundred, and I”ll tell you what you want to know.” He gets into his wallet and hands her the cash. She tucks it into her bra—or whatever she’s got on there. “Two things. This is a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because if you do exactly what I tell you, you will have something which has been missing in your life. But it can be a curse because if you don’t take something, and keep it, you will be miserable.” She pauses for a minute. “Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to leave now?” Chuck says, “Let’s finish it.” “The potion you drank is working now. You feel it, and if you stand up too quickly you may fall down. So be careful getting up, and follow.” I stand up, and she’s right. I am too warm, and feel almost dizzy and like I need to lay down. We follow her. She goes through a door and it’s a hall, and to another door. ’s a small bedroom with a small twin size bed. “You both are too drunk to walk, so you have to stay here tonight. You will share this bed. You must take all your clothing off and sleep in the nude. This, (she points) is an oil you can rub on your dick.” I’m dizzy! I hear what she’s saying, and it seems as if she’s telling us to have sex! I’m confused, as if something is missing, something is not right! How did we skip from having our fortune told to getting into a small bed together -- naked? I feel shot of whiskey, and something else too! Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize she’s drugged us both! It wasn’t just beer and whiskey, there was some kind of drug in the potion! “Now listen to me. You can masturbate if you wish, or try anything you both want to try to see if you enjoy it. But you must not ejaculate sperm into each other. If you ejaculate sperm into each other, or one of you ejaculates in the other, you will be under the curse. So sex to see if you enjoy it will be alright, but you must not ejaculate in each other. I see Chuck eyes, and he‘s gone. I mean his body is here, but his mind is as blown as I feel. “Get undressed now.” I can not object. She said get undressed, and I am getting undressed. Chuck is stripping too. I don’t notice when she leaves. Suddenly we are both naked and stand looking at each other. Chuck reaches for me and pulls me into a hug, and I can’t resist. He is hugging and caressing my back and his hands slide down to my ass. His body is warm, and I feel hot. He is a little taller than I am, and I can feel his cock getting hard against my tummy. I am starting to breathe fast and my dick is getting hard too. He begins to kiss my neck. In a few seconds we are kissing each other. He starts to move down and reaches my nipples. He is kissing and licking both nipples, going back and forth nipple to nipple. I am completely stunned about how good feels! Then he gets down to by belly button, and he’s digging his tongue in deep, and I’m stunned! I’m confused. I mean I’m dumb, I can’t think and I can’t object. Then he takes my dick into his mouth and I can’t get my breath! His mouth is very warm, as hot as I feel, and I’m damn warm! Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear a faint voice, saying ‘this isn’t right.’ But it feels so damn good the voice does not make sense. It’s not long at all, when I know I have to stop. So I push on his head and back away. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing wrong, I just don’t want to climax.” “OK, let’s take turns.” He stands up and I go to my knees to take his cock into my mouth. Something I have never done, but can't resist now. He says, “Damn feels good!’ In just minutes he backs away and says, “I want to try it.” “What?” “I want to know how it feels to have your cock inside my ass.” He goes to the bed and gets on his knees with his ass facing me. “Get it in.” Then he bends over so his head is on the bed. He said ‘get it in’ and I have no will power to resist or object. Very carefully, slowly, I work my cock into his man hole. I work it in until my crotch is tight against his ass, then start grinding it in. In just a few thrusts I know I have to stop, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to stop--but I have to, so I pull. He says, “OK, my turn.” We change places so I’m on the bed, my ass up for doggy style. He starts caressing my back and hips, then he is rubbing my ass. He continues for a while, then he is fingering my man hole. I think he’s putting some of the oil on me. Then he is rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He stops and holds it against my hole, pushing in easy, just a little a time. Then the mushroom head sinks inside me and it feels like Plop! A little at a time he pushes in. In and out, but deeper and deeper. Then I feel his crotch against my ass so he’s as deep as he can get. He is caressing my back and hips. He reaches up and puts both hands on my shoulders and pulls back tight against his crotch. Then he starts pushing and pulling slowly. In a few thrusts he’s getting a good beat going. I am completely stunned, dumbfounded. I’m thinking ‘I can’t be doing this. But I am doing it and it feels damn good!’ It must be the drug, because in my right mind I wouldn’t do this. The only seemingly rational thought in my mind is ‘his cock feels real big.’ I didn’t notice when I took it into my mouth, but now with him working it in and out of my ass it feels big. I say it. “Your cock feels big.” “Does it feel good?” “Yes.” “It sure feels good to my cock, this is the best I’ve ever had and I want more.” “We have to stop because of the curse.” “OK.” He stops, then slowly pulls. He sits on the bed beside me, then starts hugging and caressing as if he’s making love to my body. It feels damn good and I don’t resist or object. After a few minutes he says, “I want you to do it again.” “OK, but I’m so, so excited I won’t last very long.” “I don’t care how long you last, I just want you to fuck for as long as you can.” “I’m afraid I might climax.” “I don’t care. I don’t believe any bullshit gypsy curse. And I want to know how it feels to have you pump your juice up my ass.” “If ’s what you want.” I have no will power to refuse to do as he says. So he gets on the bed and I mount him and give him what he wants. In just minutes I blow my wad so hard it feels like ripping my guts out! I almost pass out and fall on him. The bed is so small if I fell beside him I’d end up on the floor. My heart is pounding and I’m panting for air. We lay like for a while, then he says, “ was really, really good! I’m going to want you to do it again as soon as we can arrange it. Can you fly to LA?” Be honest, oh my soul, I want to do it again. So I get my breath and tell him, “Yes.” In a few minutes he asks, “Can I do it to you again?” I can not object, can not resist. “OK.” “Flat on your tummy.” So I get on my tummy and he mounts to ride. In just minutes he is grunting and driving for the finish line. I know he’s going to pump juice into my ass, but I can’t stop him. Or maybe I don’t want to stop him. I don’t think we got any sleep. Maybe one of us would doze off, then one of us would move and he would start moving again. He fucked me all night, all night long he fucked. Sometime during the night, maybe in a dream, I thought about the gypsy and the drug she gave us, and about the ‘curse.’ Chuck said he doesn’t believe the curse, and I’m sure it’s so much con game, hokum and gibberish. Still, he and I did discover something we like—didn’t we? I don’t know about him, but I know I’m not the same man who walked into this gypsy’s den. 
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