A whore's life

“So, you’re that high-class ho I been hearing about!” laughed Ronnie. He was a gorgeous 21-year-old Puerto Rican with a dazzling smile, a mustache and hot body. He was Rory’s boyfriend, Ronnie had moved in with him, and we were waiting for Rory at the popular over the top theater district Polynesian Tiki restaurant, Hawaii Kai. “He’s with a trick. You know how it is!” laughed Ronnie as we drank our Mai Tais. He was from the South Bronx, so we had common roots.

The play I was in closed, I had more time to reconnect with Rory, my friend from the 9th Circle. We had talked on the phone but hadn’t gotten together in quite a while.

The owner of the shoe store Rory worked in discovered his thievery and fired him. A high school dropout, his options were limited, and he didn’t want to work the streets. He got hired to dance at the Gaiety on 46th Street, where pornos were projected and then there was a show of guys dancing for one song wearing clothes, strip to a jockstrap, then they’d come back naked and dance to another song. The audience would throw tip money on stage or put bills in jockstraps. The real money was in leaving with tricks. Ronnie danced there too, and that’s how they met. It was love at first sight, fueled by Rory’s understandable devotion to Ronnie’s 8.5” uncut cock. Ronnie grew up in foster care like Rory, so they had a bond.

Rory showed up soon after, and they kissed. We munched on our Pupu platter, ate Polynesian duck and had more Mai Tais as we watched the splashy hula dancer show. A sexy woman photographer took a picture of us at our table. Later, she came back with copies. I bought one. It’s one of my most treasured possessions. It immortalizes three young whores having a night on the town in a Manhattan that is long gone. We all said goodnight. 

“This is amazing!” I thought as I watched Rory and Ronnie perform a live sex show in a really sleazy Times Square theater sometime later. It showed pornos, but every 90 minutes there was a 30 minute sex show. The first one was at noon and the last at 10:30 PM. The pay was $50 per show for the couple and with the tips it averaged to over $1000 for each long day, which was great loot. They were booked for a week, then a new couple took over for a week, they’d rotate and go back to the Gaiety. Rory told me to come see them, and so I was at their last performance of the day so we could go out afterward.

When they came out nude onstage dragging on a mattress accompanied by Disco, I saw what Rory saw in Ronnie! Ronnie really was extra-hung. Then, there was the visual contrast between the two of them that made them popular on the live sex scene circuit. Besides his remarkable cock and balls, Puerto Rican Ronnie was tall and powerfully built, while white Rory was short and thin. I, like the audience no doubt, had a lusty curiosity to see Rory take Ronnie’s dick.

Talk about a sword swallower! For 10 thrilling minutes, openmouthed Rory was on his knees, sucking on, worshipping and getting face-fucked by the grinning Ronnie’s mighty hog, in addition he tongued Ronnie’s swaying balls, to the delight of the packed theater who threw bills at them.

Part two began as Rory rose went to the mattress and got on all fours and arched his back. The audience gasped as Ronnie began his slow ascent with his humongous dong up into Rory’s ass, accompanied by his repeated yelps and the thud of Ronnie’s balls slapping against Rory’s ass. Eventually Ronnie pulled out, Rory got on his back and spread his legs and his hole to receive Ronnie’s pinga missionary style. This was another fabulous display of sodomy. Since this was last the show of the day, Rory jerked himself off to tremendous applause as he was getting fucked. Ronnie pulled out and the gave the audience a money shot as he exploded all over Rory. This sweated up, soiled and affectionate couple then bowed, smiled and began collecting the mound of bills that littered the stage. After they freshened themselves up, I met them, praised them and then we had drinks at the Town and Country Bar on 9th Avenue.

A few months later I was awakened by a phone call at 6:00 AM on Monday December 23, 1979. “Hey, I’m at the emergency room. I had to take Rory there in the middle of the night. He’s got food poisoning. He’s going to be okay in a few days. Will you help us out?” Ronnie pleaded. They were supposed to begin another engagement for a week of sex shows that day. As my stable of Columbia boys were gone for Christmas break and I had no other appointments for a while, I said “Sure.”

So, there I was nude backstage at that theater. Was I nervous? No, I had performed a couple of hundred times before 1000 people on Broadway. Was I worried that someone might be in the audience who knew me? No, it was highly unlikely anyone familiar with me would be in a place like this, I had no sexual inhibitions and so what if there were. Also, in 1979, there were no smartphones, so there wouldn’t be pictures or videos of my actions. I was actually excited. The porno film was shut off. The DJ announced the show.

Since it was Christmas week, Ronnie and I walked out nude wearing Santa hats onstage carrying the mattress. “Don't Leave Me This Way” was playing. Ronnie’s dick was semi-hard. I knelt before him, took a deep breath and began slobbering it. Guys on the audience threw bills on the stage. His dick was intoxicating. It was the kind of dick that made men glad they were gay and glad to be lucky enough to suck it. I did my thing until Ronnie pulled out. I crawled to the mattress and positioned myself on all fours. Holy fuck! When he put it in me, I could have passed out from the ecstasy of my hole stretching out around it. I was so genuinely noisy from the pleasurable sensations, that the excited audience threw lots more bills at us. It was 20 blissful minutes as Ronnie pounded me out in different positions compounded by the excitement of being watched. The show ended, we bowed, scooped up our money and exited. I was flushed and tingling at having been watched by a crowd of men who saw me in action.

Backstage we counted up and spilt 50-50. We did seven more shows that day. Ronnie, that great cocksman made me cum three times. With his amazing ability to control himself, Ronnie blasted all over me only at the last show. During the hours we spent together we exchanged life stories.

“The foster mother had a bunch kids in her apartment to get government checks. She caught me and another boy messing around, said we were going to hell for that and threw us out. That was the best thing that could have happened to us. We left the Bronx and headed to Times Square. We worked the peep booths, kicking back to security guards. Selling my dick was the way to go. Danny landed himself an old man who took him back to Chicago with him and is living large.”

“I got no shame about anything, or for being gay. I don’t want to be some chump paying for kids and stuck with a ball busting bitch. I knew I liked guys since I was kid. I love Rory, we’re the same. This stuff don’t matter, we’re not in the square world. We’re saving money and no drugs for us. Rory’s going quit in a couple of years when he’s too old for this. I’m a top with a big dick, so I can go on and on. I’ll take care of him.”

After the last show, we cleaned up. My jaw and ass were so sore, but I felt buzzed. We went to the Town and Country to unwind. “Oh! I saw your show this afternoon!” said a happy old man. “You boys are incredible!” He bought us drinks. We went around the corner to Rory and Ronnie’s apartment.

“So, how did it go?” asked Rory from bed. “He’s almost as good as you, baby” said Ronnie as he kissed him. I slept on the living room couch, hearing the sounds of their lovemaking.  

The next day was Christmas Eve and we did the eight shows. The same on Christmas. The theater was so packed with gay men celebrating the holiday the way they liked to, by watching two hot young guys fuck. Ronnie’s dick was my present along with so much money. Rory was feeling better, he came to the last show and saw me take his boyfriend’s cock. He was able to do the rest of the next four days of shows with Ronnie.

So on Christmas Night at 11:15 PM, the three of us had our celebratory dinner at Jimmy Ray’s, a theater district hangout for show people on 8th Avenue in the 40’s. We had steaks, two bottles of wine and shared slices of apple, pecan and cherry pie, each with vanilla ice cream. It was the best Christmas I ever had.