Fuckers in Arms

The 45 senior Anderson High School Students and their four teachers were excited in front of the Wintergarden Theatre. They were about to see a March 1982, 2:00 PM Wednesday matinee of the hit Broadway musical Cats, during this one-day class trip. Following the three-hour school bus drive from Oakdale, Pennsylvania, they were dropped off on 47th Street in Manhattan. The group went to the famous Mama Leone’s Italian restaurant where they had the fancy all you can eat buffet lunch. Then it was a few blocks walk to the theater on 51st Street.

 Teachers gave out tickets to the students, the group entered the bustling theater, ushers ripped their tickets, they all went upstairs to the mezzanine and took their seats. There was one lone male student who had snuck away in the lobby, now he rushed back out of the theater.

 Handsome masculine Matthew Evans who had just turned 18, was wearing khakis, a blue button-down shirt and a blue cardigan. He was medium height, thin and had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He was gay; out of necessity he was deeply in the closet though true to himself inside. He’d known and struggled with his sexuality for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t help how felt, he never liked girls like his friends did. When Matthew looked in the mirror he was confused, he saw what everyone else saw, a normal young man who had a deep voice and who gave firm handshakes, not the faggot he knew he really was. He liked boys, their faces, bodies and cocks.

 He told no one of his feelings, he acted straight with his straight friends and passed as straight, laughing at his circle’s crude fag jokes. Shamefully, he even helped his friends gay bash another student. They taunted an effeminate  boy named Bret in gym class, then they egged him on to suck them all off in the locker room while they called him slurs. They slapped him around afterward.

Matthew had watched in fascination as Bret was on his knees before his group of friends who had taken their dicks out of their gym shorts for Bret to suck. Matthew was thrilled to see all his friends’ gorgeous dicks on view. Seeing Bret suck them was profound, it was what Matthew really wanted to do! He wanted to be on his knees sucking his hot friends’ dicks! When Bret was sucking his dick, Matthew grinned, called him bad names, and spat on him, to impress his friends. He also paid attention as to how Bret sucked dick, Matthew knew he would be doing that one day. His friends didn’t want to fuck Bret as that was thought to be too gay. Still, this group of earthy high school seniors repeatedly got covertly sucked off by Bret in the locker room. Bret endured the slurs and slaps, to have the obviously fulfilling privilege of sucking his tormentors’ dicks. That made an impression on Matthew, that humiliation was part of being gay.

 Matthew had a pretend girlfriend for show. He strategically became involved with Margaret; she was from a strict Catholic family. Sex, therefore, was out of the question. He could barely muster up the ardor for kissing and light touching when they were at the movies or in alone in a parked car.  

 Secretly, he went to downtown Oakdale and bought gay porno magazines and lurid pulp novels to jerk off to. His favorite book was about the teenage, confused innocent virgin blond Greg who worked in a gas station. A sexy hung biker shows up and seduces Greg in the men’s room. Greg now knowing what he really is, has sex with several men in the area before going off with the biker on his motorcycle to live happily ever after. Matthew reread and reveled in the vulgar descriptions of male-on-male sex and wanted to be Greg. Matthew also bought the Village Voice, the Manhattan alternative newspaper to learn about gay life.  

 Matthew’s plan was to be back in front the Wintergarden theater at 4:45 PM when Cats ended and then rejoin the group for the bus trip home. He would claim that he had felt sick and needed air, he’d say he waited across the street outside in the office building plaza. He knew he would get away with lying; he was good looking and popular. The teachers would just be relieved that he turned back up.

 Matthew walked one block to Eighth Avenue. There it was, the Adonis! From reading the Village Voice, he knew it was a premier gay porn theater that showed major fuck films and where sex went on between men. Matthew’s seven-inch cut dick got so hard in his khakis just looking at that mecca, it was a paradise of temptations. He was filled with his pent-up desires. He would get to see a porno movie for the first time! He planned to fulfill his dream of sucking dick there. Maybe he could even get fucked there! Those things he couldn’t do back home, where people he knew would find out what he really was and treat him harshly for being a fag. Here, where no one knew him he could behave freely.

 He went to the window and put a $5 bill down, the indifferent cashier took it, Matthew walked through the turnstile. The ornate lobby was dim and decorated with Greek nude male statues. Matthew opened the door to the theater. Wow! There on the big screen was a young white guy giving a blowjob to an older black muscle guy! Matthew was jolted. He walked upstairs to the balcony; he’d read there was action there. Being 2:20 in the afternoon, it wasn’t very crowded and most guys he saw were much older and not appealing. He sat down and watched the movie; he was just so happy for this experience.  

 A few minutes later, a man entered Matthew’s row and pushed past him. Matthew saw that the man was tall, had a lean body, was in his early 20’s but seemed mature. He was wearing scruffy button-fly jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. His masculine clean-shaven face looked tough, and his brown hair was in a crewcut. The man sat down next to him! “Oh my God!” thought Matthew, as his dick grew even more swollen in his khakis. He heard a belt being undone. Matthew stared from the corner of his eye, the man was stroking his big hard uncut dick, his floppy balls were on the seat! The head of the man’s dick looked stunning, like a sculpture with its etched ridges. Matthew felt the man’s hand on the back of his neck guiding him to his crotch and hardon. This was IT!

 Instantly, Matthew reflexively opened his lips and hollowed his mouth; he thought of Bret giving blowjobs in the school locker room. Matthew now had a dick in his mouth for the first time! IT tasted and smelled like heaven. He eagerly licked the man’s head and shaft. Matthew was FINALLY sucking a cock! He tasted its intoxicating precum! The man was silent as Matthew continued servicing him as best he could, he even tried suckling his balls. The man pulled Matthew’s head off his cock and was now puffing on a cigarette.

 “Pretty good for your first time, kid” said the man in his deep Irish-accented voice. “Oh I can tell, it’s your first time.”

 “Thanks. Yes sir, it is my first time, I tried my best” said the blushing Matthew whose lips were moist with his saliva and the man’s precum.

 “You were doing just great kid, but your first time should be special, I live around the corner” said the man as he bent his head over and down, he kissed Matthew on the mouth. He responded and their tongues meshed. Feeling the man’s stubble against his face electrified Matthew. The man grabbed Matthew’s hand and put it on his hard cock, Matthew played with it and those balls, feeling their warmth and power, as they continued making out. “I want to fuck the shit out of you with my big cock” growled the man in Matthew’s ear as he nibbled on it. “Do you want my big cock up your ass, kid?”

 “Yes, I do” whined Matthew.

 “Say please.”

 “Please fuck me with your big cock.”

 “Then let’s get the fuck out of here!” growled the man, redoing his belt. They stood up to leave, Matthew felt faint when he felt the man firmly grope his tender fleshy ass.

 “I’m Rory” said the 22-year-old man outside.

 “I’m Matthew.”

 “Pleased to meet you, Matthew.”

 They walked around the corner on 49th Street, reaching a common old tenement building halfway down the block. Rory took out a key, opened it and they walked up three flights of stairs. Rory took out a key and opened the front door. The apartment was spare and old-fashioned, reminding Matthew of Robert De Niro’s place in Taxi Driver.

 Sitting on a couch watching television, smoking a cigarette and sipping whiskey from a shot glass, was a muscular man a few years older than Rory, his youthful craggy face was similar and even more commanding, his brown hair was also in a crewcut. All he was wearing was a pair of white Fruit of the Loom underwear, Matthew saw that he was visibly packing.

 “Matthew, this my older brother Sean.”

 “Nice to meet you Sean.”

“Likewise.”

 “Matthew was just sucking my cock over at the Adonis, it was his first time, he wants to be fucked. I promised to make that special for him” laughed Rory.

 “Fuck yeah! We’ll give you a special time Matty! Now get the fuck over here and begin by sucking my fucking cock!” bellowed Sean in his Irish accent.

 Matthew became even redder at being spoken to like that, it turned him on. In his khakis, blue shirt and blue sweater, Matthew strode over to Rory who had tossed off his underwear. Matthew was awestruck, Sean’s uncut dick was even bigger and more beautiful than Rory’s.

 Matthew got between Sean’s spread legs and sunk to his knees. His young eyes took in the arresting sight of this slab of man meat accompanied by two hairy bull balls attached to a sexy dominant man. He couldn’t open his mouth fast enough to take it in. His silky tongue licked the prominent ridged head, lapping up the droplets of tasty precum. His mouth slathered all over the shaft.

 “Aye! What a fine sight! A beautiful boy with his lovely mouth stuffed full of cock!” opined Rory.

 “Yeah! That’s it! Work that tongue! Hey, watch those teeth, curl you lips tighter! Aye, I’ll make a pro cocksucker out of you!” barked 25-year-old Sean as 18-year-old Matthew continued orally worshiping his manhood.

 “Get busy on me!” demanded the now nude Rory who took a seat next to his brother on the couch. Matthew now switched his oral attentions to Rory and then back to Sean. As time went on, Matthew developed new and expert cock sucking skills under the brothers’ tutelage. He was on his knees alternatively deepthroating the siblings’ engorged organs and pigging out on their ample balls.

 “Aye! It’s high time that this pouf was broken in!” declared Sean.  

 “Well my older brother, you may have the honor!” laughed Rory.

 “Take your fucking clothes off, you little slut!” yelled Sean. “A little slut who goes to strange men’s houses in the middle of the day hunting for cock! You’ve come to the right place!”

 Matthew quickly undressed and stood in the living room nude, his sinewy body, nubile ass, aching hardon and dangling young balls were on display for the brothers delight.

 “Somebody is very excited!” chortled Rory.

 “Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Will you look at that glorious ass! It’ll be a grand pleasure indeed to pop that cherry!” guffawed Sean. “To the bed!” The aroused trio moved to the small bedroom with its queen-sized tattered mattress.

 “Get on your hands and knees and arch your back” commanded Sean.

 Matthew did as he was told. He couldn’t believe that what was going to happen, was going to happen. He’d fantasized about this for a long time, he was going to get fucked! Sean grabbed a tub of Vaseline; he slathered his cock and Matthew’s ass hole. Matthew was delirious by the sensation of his ass being touched by a man and by the sensation of the Vaseline spread on it. He was in ecstasy feeling Sean thrusting one of his greased-up fingers up his chute.

 “Aye! Nice and tight! Nothing’s been up there before!” laughed Sean. “I’m to be the first!”

 “AWWWWW!” wailed Matthew as Sean rammed his greased big hard cock into his tiny clean pink ass hole. Sean and the babbling Matthew could feel his ass membranes splitting open to take in a big dick and then contract around it, this was mutually exhilarating. Sean’s cock was now up and in Matthew’s inner regions. Sean slowly withdrew it, then quickly rammed it back in, Matthew was getting involuntarily acclimated to having a big dick up his ass. Sean soon began fucking him from behind in earnest, the old in out was underway.

 “Oh yes! Yes!” Matthew was in a state of bliss, he was getting what he’d long wanted from a sexy man who knew how to give it to him. Sean’s fuck rhythm intensified causing Matthew to scream with pleasure like a girl, his pulsating 18-year-old dick spasmed, bursts of his copious cum blasted onto the bed. The sweated-up Sean grunted and groaned as he hammered away at that formerly virgin ass. Soon, he was blasting his load into Matthew’s anal canal. Matthew was overcome with by the joy of having the man who had fucked him cumming in his ass. There was a loud slosh sound as Sean withdrew his cock from Matthew’s ravaged and gurgling ass, it’s crack riddled with man seed.

 Instantaneously, the randy Rory plunged his lubricated member brusquely into Matthew’s asshole. Rory’s expert fucking brought Matthew to another shattering orgasm. Rory soon was shooting off his load into Matthew. Rory pulled his cock out of Matthew’s ass; the three sated young men lay in the soiled bed panting.

 Matthew was glowing and overcome with emotion. He’d done it! He’d become the gay man he wanted to be! He’d taken dick in his mouth and up his ass from two sexy men! It had all been so incredibly special! He looked at his watch, it was 4:10 PM, he would have just enough time to clean up and get over to the theater by 4:45 PM to meet his school group.

 “I need to use your bathroom; I have to get going” said Matthew. It had been some day! Bret was watching Cats, while Matthew had been sucking cock and getting his ass fucked.

 “Aye, hold your horses! Savor the afterglow of this momentous occasion of two sexy beasts taking your virginity!” laughed Sean as he rose and returned to the bed with a bottle of whiskey and shot glasses. He opened a pack of Marlboro Reds. The youthful trio guzzled and smoked; the coughing Matthew learned to smoke his first cigarette. He felt drowsy…

                                                                        ***

“The role is of a young cop; it has five lines. You’ll be able to join the Screen Actors Guild, this a big break!” So, I described the part in question in a Manhattan-set major feature film starring Sylvester Stallone that I was casting.

 I’m Brooklyn-born Don Castellano, a 34-year-old casting agent with my own company, working out of a midtown Manhattan office. I’m a handsome, hung, gay total top, who likes to have sex with a selection of the young male talent who show up at my office. My desk has seen a lot of action. I was into the clone look and constantly bagged a lot of hot bottoms, of course I did. I am 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I was in great shape. I wore tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair is cut short, and I have a mustache. My voice is deep and masculine; oh, I am also hung. My cut perfect dick is exactly eight inches, it’s real a beauty and I have an exceptional pair of big hairy swaying balls. I am irresistible and I know it.

 I was telling 19-year-old Bronx-born actor Dante Pinero about this major cinematic opportunity for him. He was a magnetic and exotically handsome masculine half Puerto Rican half Italian hunk. Three months ago, he had an appointment with me, I dangled the possibility of a McDonald’s commercial before him. I laid it on the line, that it was contingent on him putting out for me. He was from the streets and hungry. He got on his knees and sucked my fabulous eight-inch cut cock like a champ and later pulled down his pants and took it up his ass like street hooker. He booked that McDonald’s commercial and several other jobs I sent him out for. We had an understanding.

 “Don! This so wonderful! I’m so grateful!” said Dante in his deep expressive voice.

 “Don’t mention it, here’s the address for the wardrobe fitting tomorrow.”

 “Thanks!” said Dante as he rose; he knew the drill, so did I. He came over to me by my desk to show his appreciation, I’d already hauled out my hard cock from my button-fly Levi’s. He knelt and took it in his mouth. He had a light olive complexion, curly dark hair, intense brown eyes and the most sensuous, luscious and full lips. He was a knockout; he used those fantastic lips of his all over my cock, bobbing his head up and down on my joint. He would go on to have a good film career but in the 1990’s hit it real big as the Emmy-winning star of an NYC-set cop show that ran for seven seasons.

 Dante got me so fucking hard when he was tonguing my large balls. I stood up, so did he. He pulled down his jeans and gray bikini briefs, his own large uncut was dick fully erect. He bent over my desk, there was his hairy full-sized ass spread for me, all ready for me to fuck him. I gobbed us up with Vaseline and shoved my cock right in his ass. I fuck a lot of gay boys, Dante always turned me on the most. He’d been straight when he first came to me, he turned bi for the sake of his career because of me. I was that powerful.

 My fuck rhythm was inspired, we were both grunting. Dante howled as his big dick shot a load off on my desk. I kept fucking him until I shatteringly came in him. I pulled my cock out of him, we cleaned up. I poured out two shots of Jack Daniels, we smoked Camels.

 “Here,” I said handing Dante a $100 bill, “Take your girlfriend out tonight for a steak dinner at the Palm to celebrate, on me; you’re going places.” I’d met Dante’s girlfriend a few times at parties, she was a hot busty blonde. It turned me on seeing them together, knowing that he fucked her and that I was fucking him.

 “Oh Don, you’re so good to me.” We shook hands, Dante left. A few minutes later, my secretary buzzed.

 “There’s a Hank Garvin to see you, he’s a private detective.”

 “Send him in.” Hmmm, my interactions with law enforcement had been minimal, this should be interesting.

 A tall, rugged man wearing a black suit and tie walked into my office. He was in his early 30’s, and had a mustache like me. He pulled out his badge and showed it to me.

 “What can I do for you, Mr. Garvin.”

 “Please, Hank” he said shaking my hand and taking a seat in front of my desk.

 “Certainly Hank, call me Don.”

 “Sure, Don” he said taking out a folder with pictures of a beautiful young blond that made my dick hard, he looked vaguely familiar.

“18-year-old Matthew Evans went missing during a school trip to Manhattan a month ago. He made one phone call to his parents to say that he was okay, that’s been his only contact. The New York City Police Department understandably isn’t pursuing the case anymore. He is 18, so they’re on to the next.”

 Ah! That’s why the boy looked familiar, the story of his disappearance was in the local papers for a couple of days, then was forgotten.

 “Why come to me?”

 “You’re an authority on sleazeballs who pimp out young guys to pervs.”

 “Excuse me?”

 “I’ve been asking around in the entertainment community, word is out about your sideline business activities. I have no judgements, we’re on the same page. That was quite a fox you just banged in here. It was written all over his face when he walked out. He’s my type, maybe you could set me up with him sometime.”

 “That could be arranged” I chuckled.

 “I searched Matthew’s room in Pennsylvania and found his stash of gay porno rags. He was a closet case who snuck out of Cats because he wasn’t interested in pussies, he was hot to trot for male-on-male action. I believe he fell in with the crowd you associate with, and some thug has him gladly peddling his mouth and ass. The Seventh District School Board of Pennsylvania has hired me to bring him back so he can graduate; everything can be nice and normal again and to quash the lawsuits the school is facing. I don’t know which trashy whore dens to begin looking in, you would. Also, pimps wouldn’t help me, that’s where you come in. I’ve been given a generous budget for this operation” Hank said, handing me an envelope with ten $100 bills.

 “Certainly Hank, I’ll assist you in any way I can. Meet me there at 8:00 PM…” I said handing him a business card.

 At 8:00 PM, Hank was smoking a cigarette in front of Tully’s. He wasn’t in a suit, he was now wearing button-fly jeans, a plaid flannel shirt, and a black leather biker jacket, like I was. I could also see that like me; Hank wasn’t wearing underwear. His large balls bulged in the crotch of his jeans, his semi-erect large cock snaked down the leg of his jeans, the outline of its head was visible through the worn denim. We looked like brothers.

 We went into Tully’s. It was a trashy hustler bar across from the Port Authority. It was mobbed with hopped up boys selling themselves to horny older guys. We each got a Jack Daniels on the rocks and headed to the back. There were several pimps sitting at tables keeping an eye on and running their businesses. We went over to the one I had the warmest relationship with and who was most plugged into what was going on there.  

 Antonio was a handsome built mustached 24-year-old suave Dominican American wearing a crisp dark blue suit and a light tie-less dress shirt. He was sipping a Cognac and smoking a Nat Sherman. He ran a stable of white whores that he ruled with an iron hand and the lure of his available perpetually hard nine-inch uncut cock. He was a wild mother fucker during sex; I’d seen him and his monster in action, he wore boys out with it. Wayward gay boys were mesmerized by him and his cock and did anything and everything for him in return for the pleasure of submitting to his manhood.  

 “Hey, Antonio.”

 “Don!” he said, indicating seats. Hank and I sat down, our Jack Daniels on the rocks were put on the table, we lit up Camels.

 “Hank is friend of mine, he’s working on something, I said you’d help if you could.”

 “Sure!”

 Hank put a $100 bill on the table, Antonio palmed it. Hank took out pictures of Matthew Evans. “Have you seen this kid?”

 “No, he doesn’t work here for me or anybody else. He’s beauty, my dick is getting hard just looking at him! I’d have noticed him here!”

 “Okay, thanks.”

 “Hi, Don” said Randy who was now standing by the table. Randy was a skinny dark-haired cute short 18-year-old wearing tight jean cut-off shorts that showcased his sexy ass and a red crop-top. He’d been at my office a few weeks ago for an interview. He was too gay to get anywhere in acting, I set him straight about that, he sucked my cock and I fucked him on my desk. I set up him with Antonio to be a whore for a $1000 finder’s fee, that had all worked out well. He’d just turned another trick at the nearby Elk Hotel.

 “Hello Randy, how are you doing?”

 “I’m doing well Don, thanks.”

 “Hey Hank” said Antonio, “Want a session with Randy? On the house. Any friend of Don’s is a friend of mine” said Antonio.

 “Thanks, I’ll take a rain check; we’ve got a lot of ground to cover” said Hank.

 “How about a quick BJ?”

 “Randy is highly skilled” I chuckled.

 “That’s the truth! He’s the fucking best deep throater I got working for me now! Man, I’m nine inches and thick, no one sucks my dick better then Randy!” roared Antonio, “I’m about to have a BJ myself.” Randy scuttled under the table; the sound of Antonio’s trousers being unzipped was heard.  

 “You’ve made me an offer I can’t refuse!” laughed Hank. His hands went below the table to undo his thick brown leather belt and take his cock out. I glanced down; his cock was as big as mine, as were his balls. I undid my belt and took my cock and balls out.

 “AH!” sighed Hank. “Fuck, that feels fucking great! Thanks Antonio!”

 “It sure does feel great Hank!” Randy was another of my great discoveries, he had no chance making it as an actor, cock sucking was his true calling. I was glad I was able to put him on the right path to it.  

 Antonio, Hank and I sat back smoking, sipping our drinks and shooting the breeze as Randy slurped our dicks to perfection under the table at the busy bar. There’s nothing like the camaraderie among manly compatriots savoring a superb communal blowjob given by a practiced boy whore.

 “I could get used to this!” laughed Hank.

 “Tell me about it! Jesus Christ! I get sucked off so many fucking times a day! Oh man, you got to come back and tap Randy’s ass. It’s fucking bonito and this boy can take big dick! His ass has got this special way of squeezing around my dick. His ass getting me off is like going to heaven! Don is the greatest! He gets us pimps the best boys!”

 “Compliment accepted! You sure trained Randy! He wasn’t as good as this the first time he sucked me in my office!” I laughed.

 “Damn right!, I made that bitch a real puta after a few rounds with my nine inches, he’s up for anything now! Feeling good, Hank?”

 “Oh, yeah!”

 Soon, Hank’s face contorted with pleasure as he came in Randy mouth, then I came in Randy’s mouth.

 “Fuck! Fuck yeah!” hollered Antonio as he came in Randy’s mouth.

 We all redid our pants, the beaming Randy emerged from under the table. He was radiant from the fulfillment of being put in his place, which was servicing and draining cocky macho men’s tools. He sauntered back to working the bar to turn a new trick. Oh yeah, there he was standing at the bar, laughing and batting his eyelashes while his felt up the crotch of a middle-aged guy in a suit.  

 “Thanks Antonio” I said.

 “Anytime guys.”

 Hank and I walked a few blocks to 38th and 8th. We had quite a spring in our steps, having just gotten our dicks sucked off by a pro. We were at the Hawthorne Theater, a sleaze pit that shows porn flicks with live male fuck shows in between. The cashier let us in, I was well known there. There was a crowd watching a porn flick in the theater.

 “Hi, Lou” I said to a beefy guy in his 40’s in a black suit, he was the bouncer. “Hi, Don.” Hank and I walked down a hallway, I knocked on a door.

 “What?” yelled a tough voice.

 “It’s me Don.”

 “Come in.”

 I opened the door; Hank and I entered the office.

 Sitting at his desk smoking a cigarette and sipping from a shot glass of Jack Daniels was 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.

 His trousers were undone, he was getting a blowjob from a young tight bodied compact dark-haired white boy on his knees wearing just a white jockstrap, his hot ass was on full view. The boy was slobbering on Sal’s gigantic Italian American sausage, his head bobbed up and down on it.   

 “What’s going on?” grinned Sal.

 “My friend here needs some help” I said as we sat in front of Sal’s desk.

 “Sure.”

 Hank took out pictures of Matthew, “Have you seen this kid?”

 “Nah, he doesn’t perform here or at any of my theaters” said Sal pocketing the $100 bill Hank had put on his desk. He was still getting his dick sucked.  

 “Thanks for your help.”

 Sal poured out two shots of Jack Daniels, Hank and I lit up Camels. We sipped and smoked, watching Sal’s arousing blowjob that was still in progress. Eventually, Sal grimaced and sighed as he came in the boy’s mouth. The boy looked up.

 “Hello, Don.”

 “Hello Peter.”

 Peter Henshaw was another of my proteges. He’d been a cute child actor who landed a role on a long-running sitcom. When it ended, he couldn’t get another part. He burned through his money partying. At 21, he wasn’t so cute anymore, but still was good-looking and still had charm. He came to me, I set him up with Sal doing live male sex shows as a bottom.

 “Hey guys, you want Petey to take care of you?” asked Sal. “It would be his pleasure.”

 Hank and I grinned at each other. We’d just gotten our cocks sucked off, but we were both hard again.

 “Hank, this is Peter Henshaw” I said.

 “No shit! I used to watch Happy Street! Now I recognize him! How can I turn down a blowjob from the guy who played Little Andy?!” chuckled Hank, as he undid his belts and tugged down his jeans. I now saw his terrific eight-inch-thick cut cock in the bright light of the office. It was like a twin of mine, which I whipped out. We sat in office chairs with our legs spread and our meaty hairy balls flowing.

 The dark-haired Peter crawled over to Hank and started sucking his cock, then he did my cock. Peter was real talented as he switched back and forth between Hank’s and my cock and our balls, as we sipped Jack Daniels and smoked Camels. Hank’s face tightened as his dick spasmed and shot off in Peter’s mouth, he swallowed down Hank’s load. Peter then finished me off and swallowed my load. We did our jeans up.

 “Hey” said Hank taking a pen and a pad from the inner pocket of his black leather biker jacket, “Can I have your autograph for my nephew, he loves the Happy Street reruns!”

 “Sure” said Peter.

 “Make it out to James.” Peter inscribed a page of the pad:

 Dear James,

So glad to know I have a fan! You have a great uncle!

 Best wishes,

 Peter Henshaw

 “Thanks! I’m going to tell him to come here and check you out, treat him right!”

 “Great Hank, I sure will.”  

 The door opened and Lou walked in, he sat down, lit a cigarette, casually unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock. He was known as “Big” Lou for a reason. It wasn’t just that he was eight inches, it was that it was so fucking thick. Peter crawled over to him.

 It was fascinating watching Peter stretch out his mouth to take Lou’s girth all the way down his throat. Lou sat back impassively as Peter worked on his hog. Lou’s face clenched as he came down Peter’s throat.

 “It’s show time, Petey” growled Lou.

 “Right” said Peter, getting up from his knees, he left. Lou followed him out.

 “Hey, you guys should watch the show! That kid is something!” laughed Sal.

 “Nice meeting you” said Hank as he shook Sal’s hand.

 “We’ll be in touch” I said.

 We took seats in the theater; the fuck flick was taken off. “Welcome to the Hawthorne’s famous live show! Here are Rocco and THE Peter Henshaw!” announced the DJ.

 A nude tall muscular tatted tough looking Latin guy who was a former wrestler strutted out. His huge scary looking uncut dick was rock hard, and his massive balls clacked. Trailing after him was Peter dragging a mattress onstage. Peter sunk to his knees and took Rocco’s stupendous pinga down his throat. He sucked it with flair to cheers from the crowd, he licked that ball sack. This went on, then Peter got up, lay in the bed on his back and spread his legs. Rocco greased them both up and began fucking Peter. It was some sight, seeing Peter’s little white ass stretch around that dark brown log. They put on sensational a show; the crowd threw a mound of dollar bills onstage.

 “Let’s hit the road” I said.  

 Hank and I walked up 8th Avenue and entered a porno store on 43rd Street, we went to the male section in the back. Standing by the buddy booths was Kevin, a thin cute long-haired 19-year-old redhead wannabe actor whom I had set up with Benito, a pimp, for my usual fee. Kevin worked long hours in the hallways there, giving buddy booth blowjobs for $10 a pop.

 “Hey Don, you and your friend want your dicks sucked?”

 “No, thanks Kevin, we’re good.”

 Hank handed Kevin a $20 bill, “Have you ever seen this kid here?” he said showing him a picture of Matthew.

 “No, he’s never been here.”

 “Cool, thanks” said Hank.

 “Are you sure you guys don’t want blowjobs” purred the pouty Kevin, he was now fondling our jeans-encased hard yet again dicks with each of his hands. The poor kid, we were likely the hottest guys he’d seen all night; he was hungry for high quality dick.

 “Gee Don, I’m up for it again!” laughed Hank.

 “Me too!” I laughed. “Here boy” I said handing Kevin a $20 bill, “Get to work.” The three of us went into a buddy booth and shut the door. Hank and I stood, leaning against the wall. We undid our jeans and took our cocks out. We looked at each other, conversing while Kevin was on his knees on the filthy cum-drenched floor. He ardently chowed down on our meat and did our balls with his hot mouth and velvet tongue.

 “Isn’t this meaning of life?” said Hank in a mock serious tone.

 “It fucking definitely is!” I laughed, “It’s what’s it all about.” There are givers and takers in this world, Hank and I were takers.

 Kevin sucked us off to completion, swallowing our loads. We redid our jeans and walked out.

 We headed up 8th Avenue to 47th Street and entered the tawdry Haymarket, a major West Side hustler bar. We got a table and two more Jack Daniels. We watched the crowd of hustlers and johns.

 “Fuck!” There he is!” I exclaimed.

 The preppy Matthew Evans was wearing khakis and a blue button-down shirt; he was confident and healthy looking. He was also quite the whore as he smiled and chatted at the bar with a stocky Black guy in his 40’s who was groping his ass. They left together; Matthew’s choice ass filled out the seat of his khakis; they were no doubt going to trick at the Ascot Hotel around the corner. We waited, 30 minutes later Matthew returned all jaunty from getting his ass just fucked by his client’s Big Black Cock. We got up and followed him over to a table with two men, his pimps.

 “Don!” roared Sean, “What brings you to this neck of the woods? Looking for a good time?”

 I’d crossed paths before with Rory and Sean Neary on the circuit. They were badass Irish brothers who had turned up in Manhattan a few years ago. A cousin of theirs was a member of the Westies, the infamous gang. They got by, by whoring out boys among other shady activities. I didn’t deal with them as they were too rough for my taste.

 “No Sean, my friend here has business with you.”

 “Well! Have a seat, we’re all about business” laughed Rory. We sat. Matthew had gone off with another trick, an older businessman type.

 Hank took out two envelopes with $1000 inside and passed them each to the brothers.

 "I’ve been hired to bring Matthew back to his hometown. Important people desire that he graduate high school and clear things up. After that, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.”

 “The boy is 18, he’s so happy with us. He’s having the time of his life!” laughed Rory. “He’s quite attached to us; we broke him in. Mine was the first cock he ever sucked, at the Adonis, Sean’s cock was the first to fuck him, we’ve all been thick as thieves ever since. We put him to work that night, he was confused and needed persuading, he saw the light. He satisfied seven thrilled clients that first night. As you see, he’s taken to the life like a true professional! He’s a thoroughbred! All his customers are always quite pleased with him. We wouldn’t want to break up a good thing.”

 “Hold on,” said Sean, “Maybe Matty should see his family again and sort everything out with them. He can come back to us when he’s ready. We would, however, require more reimbursement for our lost income.”

 Hank took out eight more envelopes and handed four to each brother.

 “Sir, we have a deal!” roared Sean. He, Rory and Hank shook hands.

 Matthew returned from his trick.

 “Matty, you’re going with this gentleman, he’s taking you home” said Sean.

 “No fucking way! I’m staying here!” snarled Matthew.

 “Hey” said Rory standing up, “It’ll be just fine, you’ll make up with your family, you’ll wear a cap and gown to get your diploma, like a good boy. You can show your school buddies what you’ve learned in the last month! Think of all that delicious teenage dick waiting for you! Your spot in our bed will be there waiting for you when you come back.” He embraced Matthew and patted his ass.

 “Go on, Matty. Don’t worry, Stevie and Chuckie will take care of your steady clients, we’ll be okay until you return” said Sean.

 Hank, the sullen Matthew and I left.

 “Come with us, I’m staying at the Edison, this boy needs to be debriefed” grinned Hank. We walked around the corner to the Art Deco Edison Hotel and went to Hanks’s room.

 Hank grabbed Matthew and tore off his clothes. Matthew was nude, his sinewy body, tempting gorgeous ass and nice-sized hard dick were on display for us.

 “You dumb bitch!” yelled Hank as he undid and removed his thick brown leather belt. “All the trouble you caused!” Hank began beating Matthew’s ass with his belt. “The teachers who lost their jobs, the school facing lawsuits, and your parents scared shitless! All because of you chasing after cock!”

 Holy shit! The whimpering Matthew was jerking his dick while Hank was beating him! He was getting off on being roughed up! This kid sure had gotten into kinky twisted shit in the last month. These fucked up boys were alike; Matthew, Randy, Peter and Kevin, were all givers. They were only truly happy subjugating themselves to ballsy hung champions like me, Hank, Antonio, Sal and the Nearys. There would always be new damaged waifs for all of us to degrade.  

 Hank whipped Matthew’s ass a couple of more times with his belt, the creamy pale flesh of the cheeks now had red streaks.

 “You little slut!” roared Hank as he took off his jeans and plaid shirt. “You know what to do with this!” He was nude with his impressive body and was waving around his big hard dick.

 Matthew crawled to the standing nude Hank and began sucking Hanks’ cock. Matthew cute face was stuffed, his wide eyes were watery.

 “That’s it you dumb fucking whore! Suck it! When we get back, the cover story will be that you were suffering from temporary amnesia, you recovered in a hospital and then went back home. Your whoring will be kept secret the press! Got that?!”

 While on his knees with Hank’s cock in his mouth, Matthew nodded yes.

By now, I was out of my clothes jacking my eight-inch rod, which Matthew was now sucking. Oh! He was a real pro cocksucker. He switched back and forth between me and Hank.

 “Get in the fucking bed and spread your legs, like you know how!” yelled Hank.

 Matthew stopped sucking our cocks, hopped in the bed, raised his legs and spread his hole. Hanks greased his cock and Matthew’s ass with Vaseline and shoved his cock right in.

 “It’s miracle that you’re still so fucking tight after taking it up the ass from anything in pants trolling through Times Square!” snarled Hank as he brutally fucked Matthew, who was into it. “Join me, Don!”

 “Whoa! You think he can handle THAT?”

 “Of course, he can handle THAT! You’ve taken both those shanty Mick brothers’ cocks up your ass at the same time haven’t you, you fucking whore!”

 "Yes!” hissed Matthew, “I loved it!”

 I greased up my cock and for the first time truly shared a bottom with another hung total top. It was electrifying feeling Hank’s cock rub against mine as we double penetrated Matthew, who was babbling with delight at having two eight-inch-thick cocks pounding his sweet spot at the same time. That slutty bitch’s dick blasted off geysers of cum that drenched all our chests.

 I felt Hank shooting his load in Matthew, then I shot mine. Hank pulled out, then I pulled out. We were all exhilarated and spent. Hank swaggered around with his junk dangling from side to side, he poured us all a Jack Daniels and we lit up Camels. Matthew glowed, he looked angelic. He had that All-American Boy innocent aura despite him really being a total cock whore who had just been double fucked. He smiled as he puffed on a Camel.

 We all went to sleep in the bed. In the morning, Hank and I woke to Matthew sucking on our morning wood, that boy was insatiable! After we came in Matthew’s mouth, we took showers and Hank checked out pf the Edison. We walked around the corner to Howard Johnson’s for a big breakfast, we were all starving. I walked Hank and Matthew to the Port Authority.

 “Don, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” We both cracked up. They caught a bus to Pennsylvania.

 Hank and I would get together whenever he visited New York. The first time was a month later. As a favor to me, Dante Pinero went with me to Hank’s Edison Hotel room for a three way. Hank was so turned on by Dante, as he was a sensuous masculine knockout who was also quite a cocksucker; he deftly switched off on our dicks. Hank was possessed when he was fucking Dante on his back. I was so totally in the zone when I nestled my hard cock next to Hanks’s as we double fucked Dante up his ass. Dante was kind of shocked by that, but he took us both and got into it. Hank and I were quite a team, we double fucked a lot of happy hot young bottoms over the years, including Randy from Tully’s, he just as magical as Antonio claimed.   

 Everything got straightened out in Pennsylvania. The school was off the hook, the teachers were reinstated, and Matthew graduated in June. Of course, he’d taken on all his male classmates’ cocks and spent the last few weeks of the term as the school fag. He couldn’t get back fast enough to the Neary brothers and their cocks, and to turning tricks for them. No college for him, he spent his youth doing what he did best, being on his knees or bending over. He returned to Manhattan accompanied by a cute high school friend of his named Bret. The Nearys now had another whore to pimp out. Hank and I would stop at the Haymarket, we’d pay the Nearys for a session with their star bitches at the Ascot Hotel. Those boys were wild together! They took me and Hank on and got us off like the slutty cock-crazed whores they were.  

 A couple of years later, with the money they’d saved up, the Nearys bought a Chelsea bar for dirt cheap. They ran it well, turning it into a gay institution, Matthew and Bret worked there as dancing go-go boys, turning tricks in a back room. The four lads lived together happily ever after.