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up his sweatpants and left. Rocco ate his lunch in time for his next client.

“Hey,” said Dominick at the end of the night to Rocco, “From now on, you’ll sleep here and go to the main apartment in the morning. The couch opens up as a bed. You should have your own space; in case you want do off-duty stuff. You should check out the gay bar Uncle Charlie’s East a few blocks away.”

“Gee thanks, Dominick!”

You should wear this in your right back pocket” said Dominick, handing him a large brass key ring.

“How come?”

“It’s a code that lets guys know that you like to get fucked. You’re a sexy kid, you shouldn’t just do it for money, you should also do it for fun. Have a good night.”

Rocco put on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt and walked outside, with the key ring affixed to his right back pocket. He felt free out of those fancy clothes. Having had more sex in the last two days then he could have ever previously imagined, he was aware of his physicality. He was wearing a jockstrap and his ass, dick and balls, tingled with excitement. His lips tingled with sensitivity, having sucked numerous dicks that day. He got to the bar and went in, the video for “The Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats was blasting on televisions.

Rocco’s 18-year-old eyes took in the inviting all-male panorama. Men of all ages were drinking and interacting. He got a Jack Daniels on the rocks; he stood along a wall with a ledge to put his drink. He lit up a Camel.

“So, what’s a nice a boy doing in a place like this?” said a man in a deep voice now standing next to him. He was in his 30’s, tall and muscular, his brown hair was in a crew cut, he had a mustache and stubble. He was wearing a plaid shirt and worn button fly jeans. Rocco’s eyes darted to the front of the man’s jeans, he saw the tempting bulge of his big balls and that man wasn’t wearing underwear as the visible outline of his large dick was snaking down his right thigh.

“I ain’t so nice” said Rocco.

“Oh, so you’re a bad boy” laughed the man.

“I’m very bad.”

“Nice, I know how to treat bad boys” said the man tugging on his crotch, “I’m Mark.”

“Ricky.”

“Where do live?”

“Three blocks away.”

Mark embraced Rocco who felt his powerful body and his ass being groped. Mark bent his head down and kissed Rocco on the mouth. Rocco was electrified at taking Mark’s tongue in his mouth and his stubble scraping his face.

“Finish your drink, Ricky. Then we’re going back to your place, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

Rocco grabbed his glass and sloshed down his Jack Daniels.

Men in the bar appreciatively looked at Rocco and Mark as they strode toward the door. Rocco was in front with his great round ass in a jockstrap encased in his jeans with a brass key ring in the back right pocket. Mark was behind him with his bulging crotch in front and a brass key ring in the left pocket of his jeans. They were a happy sight of a warrior off to conquer his prey.

In the studio, they hugged and made out. They stripped. Mark’s body was lean and developed, his cut dick was big and throbbing, his meaty balls swayed. Rocco got on his knees in his jock and sucked Mark’s cock as Mark stroked his blond hair. When he had a totally pleasured Mark’s cock with his mouth, Rocco got up and set up the bed from the couch. Mark pushed him on his back. Mark was on top and kissed Rocco; he pulled off Rocco’s jock. He bent his head down and sucked Rocco’s twitching seven-inch dick. Rocco was awestruck at having his dick sucked for the first time, it felt so good, as did having his balls licked. Even more incredible was feeling Mark’s tongue enter his ass to eat it. Rocco was on fire with lust and the desire to take Mark’s cock up his ass.

From the end table, Mark grabbed the large jar of Vaseline and slathered his dick and Rocco’s hole. He reached into the pocket of his nearby jeans and took a small brown popper bottle and inhaled in each nostril. He handed the bottle to Rocco, who did the same, never having done this before. Between the Jack Daniels and now the poppers, Rocco was blasted. He was in a state of bliss from the stimulants which accentuated the feeling of his asshole stretching open and around Mark’s cock which was now being rammed into him. Each strong thrust produced ecstatic sighs from Rocco, he was getting fucked and loving it.

Mark continued pounding away at the sobbing Rocco’s ass. He didn’t fuck the shit out Rocco, but he did fuck the cum out him. Rocco’s thrilled young dick began blasting his load on Mark’s chest. A few more thrusts and Mark’s dick was shooting off deep inside Rocco. There was a pop sound as Mark pulled his soft dick out of Rocco’s ass. Mark swaggered over to the bar table and poured out shots of Jack Daniels and lit up a Marlboro Red. Rocco lit up a Camel. “That was great!” said Mark.

After finishing his drink and cigarette in bed, Mark gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom. He returned dressed and freshened.

“See you around, Ricky” he left.

“So, did you get any action last night?” said Dominick the next morning at the whorehouse’s kitchen table.

“Yeah” said Rocco who was dressed in his Brooks Brothers finery. He give his uncle a blow-by-blow account of his encounter with Mark.

“That’s great! Never be ashamed of what you are or what you do.” The phone rang, Dominick picked it up.

“Hey Sal! What’s going on?...Ah, sure…No problem, I got just the boy for you, I’ll send Ricky over.” Dominick hung up the phone.

“Sal is good friend and is in a bind, you can help him. He runs a porno theater with live gay sex shows in between the fuck flicks. The bottom performer was in a taxi that was hit by car, he was taken to the hospital. He’s going to be alright but he’s out today. Please go over and take his place, it’s less money but the same work. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Sure, Uncle Dominick.”

“Good boy, this is appreciated. Sal will go over everything with you. Here,” Dominick said, handing Rocco a business card:

Hawthorne Theater

312 West 38th Street

(212) ***-****

General Manager: Sal DeLuca

Rocco left, then cabbed westward. The Hawthorne was a sleaze pit conveniently located near the Port Authority and Penn Station, so commuters after a day of work in Manhattan could see and get some action before heading home to the wife and kids in the suburbs. It opened at 10:00AM, it was now 11:00 AM, the first sex show was at noon.

“Good morning” Rocco said to the old cashier, “I’m here to see Sal, I’m supposed to be in the show.”

“Sure, kid,” said the smiling old man, “Open the door on the right, go inside Sal’s office is to the left.”

Rocco opened the door and went into the theater lobby and down a hallway, he knocked on a door.

“Yeah?”

“It’s Ricky.”

The door was opened by 27-year-old Sal DeLuca. He was the youngest son of a connected family; he was given the job of managing the family’s gay porn theaters. He was a handsome dark-haired Guido-type wearing a dark suit and tie.

“Have a seat, kid” said Sal as he sat at his desk, Rocco sat across from him.

“Oh yeah, you’re real classy. Don only sends the best boys to Dominick. Thanks for filling in on such short notice. It’s straightforward, you go onstage when the DJ makes an announcement, it’s 20 minutes of you sucking the top’s dick and then him fucking you in front of a bunch of horny guys. This is the deal here, you get $25 a show, there are 10 shows a day, so that’s $250 cash for you. You split the tips with the top, guys throw dollar bills on stage if they like what they see. While the movie is playing, you’re free to work the audience and give blowjobs, the going rate is $10 a head. At the end of the night, you tip $50 to the bouncer and give him a blowjob. How does that all sound?”

“It all sounds good, sir.”

“Great, start with me” said Sal who had unzipped the fly of his suit trousers and was proudly waving around his eight-inch-thick Italian American sausage, to Rocco it was just as mouthwatering as uncles’. He got up, went to Sal and sunk to his knees. He sucked off and swallowed Sal with his customary expertise.

“Excellent!” said Sal as he lit a Camel, “You’ll do well. Go upstairs, the backstage door is to the right of the movie screen. Good look, kid.”

“Thanks.”

Rocco saw that the theater had about a dozen guys watching the porn movie as he got to the backstage door, he knocked. It was opened by Lou, a beefy guy in his 40’s in a black suit. He’d done a stretch at Sing Sing, upon his release as a reward for keeping his mouth shut, he’d been given the cushy job of the Hawthorne’s bouncer. There wasn’t much trouble there, but a bouncer was needed just in case and for show. It was an easy well-paid gig with fringe benefits.

“Come on in Ricky, I’m Lou the bouncer. This is Shawn, your partner for today.”

“Nice to meet you, Ricky” said Shawn. He was a tall 38-year-old muscular shaven-headed Black man who had been a welterweight boxer and had a good career. He turned to live gay sex shows a few years ago after aging out of boxing. He was wearing only red gym shorts, his big dick and massive balls flopped around.

“Nice to meet you Shawn” said Rocco as they shook hands.

***

After finishing up work at the Castellano Agency, I had dinner with some friends and then headed over to the Hawthorne Theater. Dominick had called me with the news that our nephew would be making his stage debut in a live sex show, I was there for the last one of the day. The cashier let me in for free as I do business with Sal. The theater was pretty full, still I got a good seat on the aisle. The flick was switched off and a spotlight came on.

“Welcome to the stage for the Hawthorne’s famous all live male sex show, Shawn and Ricky!” announced the DJ.

Shawn trotted out throwing punches while wearing red gym shorts, Rocco wearing a jock, hauled a mattress centerstage. Shawn dramatically pulled oof and tossed his gym shorts. He stood like a colossal warrior on the mattress. His chiseled Black body shone; his Black dick was awesome. It was close to nine cut inches of thick ebony capped by a magnificently sculpted head. His gigantic dark balls flopped around.

It was quite a sight seeing blond Rocco in a jock on his knees before this champion. Rocco opened his mouth wide and began licking Shawn’s dick. The audience cheered, applauded and threw dollar bills onstage as Rocco deepthroated that black pipe all the way down to the base. Rocco was incredible with his mouth and luscious lips obscenely distended around Shawn’s black joint. There was more crowd reaction when Rocco gobbled Shawn’s balls. When the time was right, Rocco took his mouth of Shawn’s dick. With the light hitting it, it looked even more gargantuan, it was gleaming with his precum and Rocco’s spittle.

Rocco got on the mattress, he propped his upper back on a pillow and raised and spread his legs. Shawn greased up his pole with Vaseline, Rocco was already lubed. Shawn got in the mattress on top of Rocco, he put the head of cock to Rocco’s slot, he slowly inched it into Rocco. There was the spectacle of a black man’s huge cock being engulfed by a pale white boy’s ass. There were more cheers and applause from the audience, they threw more dollar bills onstage. Shawn was all the way in and started fucking Rocco. It was a brutal assault, which my nephew took like a champ.

Shawn pulled and tossed off Rocco’s jockstrap. There was his impressive 18-year-old rock hard seven-inch dick. There was pandemonium as Rocco’s dick began blasting out gobs of cum as he came from Shawn fucking him. The crowd went crazy when Shawn pulled his cock out Rocco’s ass, it shot all over his chest, face and hair. Rocco got up dripping in Shawn’s cum, they bowed to wild applause. They scooped up the mountain of bills, Rocco dragged the mattress, they exited. A fuck flick was playing again.

A few minutes later, I knocked on the stage door. Lou opened it. His pants were at his ankles, his big hard weathered cock jutted forward, Rocco was on his knees still dripping with Shawn’s cum.

“Great show tonight Ricky! You too Shawn!”

“Thanks, Dan!”

“Ricky, I thought I’d take you to dinner.”

“Thanks, Don! After I finish off Lou, I’m going to work the audience to see if I can give some more blowjobs, even at only $10, it adds up!”

“Sure Ricky, I’ll hang with Sal in his office until you’re ready.”

“That kid is dynamite!” said Sal who standing in the back of the theater, “I watched every show today! Ricky is a born natural, such stamina!”

“Yeah, he’s a purebred. Let’s hang out, I’m going to take him out to dinner after he’s done giving blowjobs.”

“Sure Don!” we went to Sal’s office, drank Jack Daniels and smoked Camels. 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Sal opened it and Rocco, all showered fresh and dressed like a clean-cut preppy entered. Sal poured him a drink, Rocco lit up a Camel.

“You were sensational!” exclaimed Sal.

“Thanks, Sal” said Rocco.

“Yeah, you really were great, I was so turned on watching you” I said, “What would be even greater is that after you finish your drink, you suck me off.”

“You got it Don!” said Rocco as he chugged down his Jack Daniels. Like the pro he was, Rocco rapidly got on his knees in between my outstretched legs, he undid the fly buttons of my jeans and had my dick in his mouth. He wonderfully sucked me as I smoked and sipped. Sal took his dick out, and Rocco did us both. First me, then Sal came down his throat.

“Oh boy, I’m going to miss your blowjobs, Ricky! That was the fourth time today! Take care!” said Sal.

Rocco and I went outside, we walked up Eighth Avenue, at the corner 40th Street of 40th Street we ran into Kevin. He was a cute actor who had a meeting with me. He had no talent but put out for me in my office. He worked for Dominick in the whorehouse, he had turned 21 and Dominick turned out to make room for a new boy. He sent Kevin to a badass pimp named to Raul, he needed another to work at Tully’s. That was a tawdry hustler bar across the street from the Port Authority, the next door Elk Hotel was where whores tock their tricks. Kevin was dressed in denim short shorts, a pink crop top, his blond hair was in a red headband. He carried a red whore’s purse inside was Vaseline and wet wipes, to clean his ass and his johns’ dicks after they had tricked.

“Hey! How’s it going Kevin?”

“Okay, Don. I was just on break.”

“Nice to see you’re doing well.”

“Have god night, Don.” Keven walked down the street to get back to work.

Rocco and I got to Jimmy Ray’s, a theater district staple on 46th Street. The handsome waiters were trying to actors and models. We had the amazing cheeseburgers and French fries, with vodka martinis. We said goodnight, I walked home, and Rocco cabbed eastward.

Rocco got out in front of Uncle Charlie’s East, it was after midnight and the place was half full. Rocco got another martini; he was tired from doing 10 live sex shows but still wanted to unwind. He sat down in the back a small table for his drink. He lit up a Camel.

“That’s a very good dye job” said an effeminate Spanish accented voice from across the way.

“Huh?”

“It really is. I’m a hair stylist, so I can always tell” said a thin cute curly dark-haired guy in his early 20s, who walked over and sat next to Rocco.

“I’m Danny, I’m not hitting on you, I just liked your hair. Where did you get it done?”

“I’m Rickey, someplace on Ninth Avenue.”

“Here’s my personal card, this by professional card, I work in a Madison Avenue salon, rich old ladies. I come here sometimes after work. I have a chair in my apartment, I’m on East 74th. I could do your hair there. I’d do it better. You should get it done once a month before if fades. Again, I’m not hitting on you.”

“Why not?”

“Because we both want the same thing.”

“What is that?”

“To be thrown down and fucked rough by a strong man with a big dick.”

Rocco started laughing, and so did Danny. Danny had been in New York for two years, he arrived from Cuba where he worked in a hair salon since he was a teenager, he was on the Mariel boatlift.

“So, Rickey what do you do?”

“I’m a whore.”

“Aren’t we all, that’s how I got the job in the salon.”

“No, really, I am. I spend all day and night in an apartment turning tricks, on alternate days I’m in a studio giving blowjobs for $20 per dick. My pimp thinks blond and blue-eyed boys are more salable. Today, I filled in for a live sex performer in a dump, I got fucked 10 times by a badass Black boxer in front of a crowd of pervs who threw money at me. Are you shocked?”

“Not at all, some of my best friends are whores, I’m one too. When I like a man I go out without him on a date, he must pay. If guys just want to fuck me I tell them upfront they have to pay, unless they’re really sexy. That’s how I grew up. Would you like another drink?”

“Why, yes, thank you, Danny.”

Danny left and returned with another martini for Rocco and a glass of red wine for himself.

They talked some more, they became friends. Eventually they left the bar, Danny got a cab and Rocco walked home to his studio.

The next day was a blowjob day for Rocco. He called Danny at the Madison Avenue salon.

“Hey, I’ve just sucked my eighth dick today.”

“Oh, that’s great! Then you can buy me drinks” laughed Danny.

They met up that night at Uncle Charlie’s East after they both finished working. They each wore tight white T-shirts and jeans with a brass key ring in their back right pocket. They sat in the same back area as the night before. Rocco went back to the bar, when he returned a man was sitting in his seat talking to Danny. The dark-haired man was handsome and in his mid-20’s, he was wearing jeans with a noticeable bulge in his crotch and a black T-shirt.

“Ron is inviting us to party” said Danny.

"Yeah, it’s a special party, it needs special boys like you two” said Ron in a smooth deep voice, “Sit down, have your drink.”

“Where?” asked Rocco.

“On my lap, like a good boy.”

Rocco sat on Ron’s lap, he felt Ron’s powerful thigh muscles and Ron’s large hard dick in his jeans.

“I’d like to buy your time and your bodies for two hours, for the pleasure of some very special men.” Ron pulled out 10 hundred-dollar-bills from his jeans pocket, he handed $500 each to Danny and Rocco.

“That’s half, you get the other half at the end. Do we have a deal?” asked Ron.

“Yes” said the beaming Danny.

“Yes” said the beaming Rocco.

“Finish your drinks” said Ron.

Rocco swilled down his martini and Danny guzzled his glass of red wine. Rocco and Danny got up, Ron rose, he was tall. They walked out of the bar. Ron led them up Third Avenue to 49th Street, they turned and got to a fancy townhouse. They went around to the back and entered the kitchen. They went through a door and down a flight of stairs, it was dark, and they went into a room.

“Get your clothes off and put these on” said Ron handing them what looked like jockstraps made of black leather.

Rocco and Danny took off their clothes, they were a bit embarrassed to see each other nude. Danny had a sinewy compact tan body, Rocco’s was thin, toned and pale. Their excited young exceptional dicks were hard as they struggled to put on their tight leather jocks. Their dicks and balls were encased in these tight pouches.

“Beautiful” said Ron, “Have some refreshments” he said leading them to small couch with a table in front of it, on it was a silver bowl of cocaine with small spoons next to it. Rocco and Danny each snorted some spoonful’s, they each started laughing.

“Come with me” said Ron to Danny. They left the room as the door slammed shut. Rocco did some more cocaine. Ron returned later and led Rocco into the main room which was now dimly lit. Up on a small, raised area like a stage was Danny. He was restrained in something that looked like a torture device from a horror movie.

Danny was bent over a black cube; his spread legs were chained to two nearby poles and a metal brace was over his mid back keeping him stationary with his asshole on display. Ron led Rocco to a similar configuration in front of Danny, in a few minutes Ron secured Rocco as he did with Danny. Ron turned on a sound system, classical music was now playing. Six nude men wearing black leather masks covering their faces. Though in shape, the naked bodies of these men who were cultural celebrities revealed them to be older.

The classical music was accompanied by the yelling and crying of Danny and Rocco as the six masked men whipped their asses with riding crops. The boys had been paid for their time and their bodies; the men got their money’s worth. The classical music played as the bound Danny and Rocco slurped on each of the six cocks presented to their faces while stroking phantom cocks with their hands. There was a searing carnal exhibition as the six men took turns fucking the bound Danny and Rocco in variations while others had their cocks sucked by the boys who exhibited tremendous youthful stamina. During the brutal lengthy assault on their mouths and asses, each boy was driven to new heights of submissive pleasure, Danny and Rocco’s young dicks tautly confined in their leather pouches had each shot off several loads of cum from the multiple bouts of vicious sodomy.

Danny and Rocco psychically bonded as they saw each other suck and stroke dick after dick and get their asses fucked repeatedly. Eventually, Danny and Rocco’s asses were seeded by loads of mature semen. The masked men had once again satisfied their urges through communal debauchery. They triumphantly strode out of the dungeon, leaving the two bought and paid for boys shuddering from this unbelievable bacchanal, their leather pouches were soiled from their climaxes from this mind-blowing sexual episode.

It wasn’t over. Ron stripped off his jeans and T-shirt. His lean chiseled body sported a large erect cock and a pair of buoyant balls. He presented his genitals to each boy for oral gratification. Danny and Rocco’s sore mouths serviced Ron. Their sore asses were each fucked by Ron, he came in Rocco.

The nude Ron unlocked the boys’ manacles and led them back to the waiting room. There, the dazed boys and Ron showered together. Danny and Rocco each saw the other’s ass which was red from being whipped. Cleansed, they all got dressed. Ron gave them each an envelope with $500, he led them upstairs and through the kitchen to the back door and onto the street. Ron silently turned and went back into the townhouse.

Danny and Rocco got a cab and went back to Uncle Charlie’s East. They had a few more drinks and smoked cigarettes. They regaled each other with their feelings and observations from the event. They said goodnight, Danny got a cab to go home uptown and Rocco walked home. The next morning, Danny went to the hair salon and Rocco went down the hall to work in the whorehouse.

A few weeks later, Rocco was sitting in a barber chair in Danny’s living room in his one-bedroom East 70’s railroad apartment. Danny made them banana daiquiris in a blender. Danny applied blond hair color to Danny’s head, they drank their daiquiris and chatted for an hour until the color took effect. Then Danny cut Rocco’s hair. Rocco was fascinated by Danny’s focus and talent. When Danny was finished Rocco looked even more dazzling. They put on jeans and white T-shirts and cabbed downtown to the Eagle, the renowned leather bar. A tall built Daddy was waiting for them outside. He paid them $200 each. They all went in, the boys checked their clothes, wearing jockstraps and dog collars, the man led them around on leashes to the back room. They publicly sucked his cock together, then he took turns fucking them in slings near each other, all to the cheers, whistles and applause from the beer drinking crowd of leather men. When their customer was done with them he left, they hung out sucked and got a fucked by some sexy guys. They spent some time at the shoeshine station crouched on their knees polishing men’s boots. They experienced piss play for the first time; in the men’s room they sat in bathtub getting pissed on by whomever felt like it. Rocco and Danny watched in amazement as dick after dick emitted a stream of piss on them. They cleaned themselves up, got dressed and went outside, the sun was shining. A cab dropped off Rocco and then took Danny home.

***

I met up with Dominick and Rocco to take the subway to Bensonhurst. Wow! Rocco looked stunning, his hair gleamed and he was wore assertive and lively, he even seemed a bit taller. A month of constant hardcore gay sex made Rocco blossom physically and mentally. We had a nice dinner with the family. My mother didn’t notice that Rocco didn’t eat much, she did notice his new blond hair, “Oh! What a great idea, you look so handsome. You’re going to have fight the girls off with a stick!” My father shook his head. Rocco’s parents were still in Europe on their second honeymoon. We took the subway back to Manhattan, then took another to 68th Street and Lexington Avenue. We walked up to 74th Street and Second Avenue, we were at Rocco’s best friend Danny’s building, we walked up the apartment.

The door opened; my dick got hard. Danny was a sexy petite Latin beauty; his hot ass was framed by the straps of his jockstrap. Dominick, Rocco and I stripped out of our clothes, Rocco was in his jock. We went into Danny’s bed. Dominick and I lay back as Danny and Rocco took turns sucking our dicks. Danny was a first-class cocksucker! Then the boys got in doggie position side by side. Dominick and I took turns fucking them, I came in Danny and Dominick came in Rocco. We showered and all hung out nude, Danny made us banana daiquiris in a blender. Later, Dominick and I sat in Danny’s barber chair, he gave us haircuts in the nude.

“Dominick, Don, is it all right if I take next week off? Danny and I want to go to Fire Island, a man we met at the Eagle invited to us stay with him in his house for free” grinned Rocco with his adorable face.

“Of course! Have a blast!” said Dominick.

“You’ll love Fire Island; I’ll see you there Labor Day weekend” I said.

Danny made another blender of banana daiquiris; we all lit up Camels. Our four dicks were hard again.

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