James Grady

Note: In 1934, one-dollar was the equivalent of nineteen-dollars today. 

Clad in his blue New York City policeman’s uniform, with his pistol in its holster and his billyclub dangling from his side, 19-year-old Pat Grady knocked on the front door of his relatives’ house one afternoon. Donny was in the backyard shed baking bread, Nora was running the bakery and the tenants were at work. Smiling James opened the door and his cousin followed him upstairs to his bedroom.

Pat took off his police cap, put his pistol and billyclub on a table and began taking off his uniform. He was now nude in all his youthful red-headed glory with his long hard uncut virile cock and swaying heavy balls. He sat on the edge of the bed with James between his legs. Pat felt relief as James began sucking his cock, it got harder and harder and was leaking which James eagerly ingested. Aware of their routine, James took his clothes off except for his underwear, got in the bed on his hands and knees, ass up and pulled down his underwear.

Pat greased up his cock and James’ ass and proceeded to roughly fuck his cousin who enjoyed it. He shot off in James, they cleaned up and had their shot of whiskey and each smoked a Lucky Strike. This was their weekly event which Pat craved. Being married and on the force was taxing.

“You, and Donny are on easy street” said Pat after he and James had first fucked in this new era. “You work hard but it’s for yourselves and no one tells you what to do. The two of you fuck all the time. Oh, my wife Lorna won’t suck my cock and she lets me fuck her once a week like she’s doing me a favor. When it’s her cycle, I get it more just because she wants a baby. We get along mostly, but women are just different. I really need this, Jimmy.” “Sure Pat, I’m here for you anytime” said James.

This afternoon after Pat was back in his uniform, he handed James a piece of paper. “I called in a favor with a desk cop and got what you wanted. I owe you a lot, I hope this helps.”

“Thanks, Pat!” James saw him off.

After Mr. Ross was killed, James was curious about a key of his that he found hidden in the brim of a hat that James never saw him wear. The key had a bunch of numbers on it, he wrote them down and had asked Pat to see if he could find out what these meant. On the piece of paper was written:

Imperial Savings Bank 155 Flatbush Avenue, Brooklyn, NY

The next morning, dressed in one of Mr. Ross’ most elegant dark suits, and wearing that lucky fedora, James confidentially strode into the grand lobby of the Imperial Savings Bank carrying a suitcase. The space was crowded with people on lines for the tellers. James went to the special services desk. The clerk was a thin hawkish older man wearing glasses.

“Good morning” said James as he showed the man the key and Mr. Ross’ driver’s license. “I’d like to visit my safe deposit box.”

“Certainly, Mr. Rossetti.” The clerk opened a heavy ledger, wrote down the number of the key and turned the ledger toward James. He signed on the line, Vincent Rossetti. Mr. Ross’ murder months ago was a one-day news story  and obviously didn’t register with the bank’s busy employees. 

 A guard led James to a room downstairs and waited outside. James went to the correct door number, unlocked it, took out the box, put it on the table and opened it. James was taken aback at the sight of stacks and stacks of cash and lots of jewelry. He quickly began putting the money, rings, necklaces and things in his suitcase. He closed and replaced the box. The guard escorted him to the lobby, and he went home.

“Well, I won’t have to suck cocks again for a dollar head, unless I want too” thought James as he sat in his bed with the $6000 in cash he’d just counted. Who knew what the jewelry was worth?

That evening after dinner, the tenants Miss Sloane and Miss Dennis had gone to their rooms and James announced, “It’s time for presents.”

“Aww, go on, it ain’t a holiday” said Donny.

“It is for us!” said James as he handed Donny and Nora each a small, gift-wrapped box. They each opened theirs.

Donny had a gold pinkie ring with a tiny diamond and Nora a string of pearls.

“They’re beautiful!” cried Nora.

“This is snazzy” said Donny as he put his ring on.

“$1000!” cried Nora as she counted the money in an envelope.

“What am I gonna do with so much money?!” yelled Donny as he counted his $1000. “Boy, you must have met some fancy man!”

“Nah, it’s nothing like that. Let’s just say Mr. Ross left another surprise.”

“Oh, James. I told you anything of his belongs to you, considering what you did for that man.”

“Ma, I can afford it.”

“I’m going to buy a car!” yelled Donn

* * *

The next afternoon, after putting one of Donny’s apple pies on a table in Jake Katz’s office, James got on his knees between Jake’s legs who was seated in desk chair. Jake already had his cock and balls out. James looked forward to his weekly meetings with Jake. Their lust for each other was mutual. Next to Donny’s, James found Jake’s big cut cock to be the most perfect he’d had, sure there was Cary Grant’s as well. It wasn’t just Jake’s cock that attracted James, it was Jake. There was his handsome face with its prominent nose and his manly attitude. 

He loved licking and sucking every bit of Jake’s cock as well as working on those special balls. Jake had been around and knew a great cocksucker when he had one. This went on until James knew that Jake was ready to fuck. James took down his pants and underwear. Jake greased themselves and shoved his cock in James and fucked him with confidence. They were both soon climaxing. After they’d cleaned up and fixed themselves up, they had their whiskey and cigarettes.

“Jake, I need some business assistance” said James.

“Oh, really?”

James explained that he was possession of a bunch of jewelry.

“We assume that this is all stolen, but that is not a problem. I’ll call my cousin Artie, he’s in jewelry. What you need to know is that the standard non-negotiable rate that you’ll get is a third of what it is worth. The alternative is leaving it in a drawer and getting nothing. Selling hot jewelry and not getting caught is complicated. Normally, I would take a 5% finder’s fee for setting this up. I’ll waive that if you come to me twice a week. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great” smiled James.

The next day, James went to Fineman’s jewelry store.

"Good morning!” said a friendly older man. “I have some very nice watches for a young fella. Or maybe you’re looking for an engagement ring?”

“No, sir. I’m here to see Artie, he’s expecting me.”

“Oh, my son. Sure, head to the back and make a left.

James went down the hall and knocked on the door. 27-year-old Artie Fineman let James in. He was medium height, slim and had curly blond hair and a prominent nose.

“Sit” he said to James as he lit up a Camel. They now sat across from each other at Artie’s desk. “Let’s see the goods.” James handed Artie a sack, and Artie spread out the assortment on his desk. He finished his Camel and put on a glass eyepiece. James sat for over an in hour in fascination as Artie examined and weighed every ring, bracelet, necklace and earring while taking notes.

“Expected resale value is $25,000. Your share is $8,333.”

“Sounds good.”

Artie scooped up the jewelry onto a tray, walked to a safe, opened it, put the jewelry in and counted out money. He put it on his desk and James counted it and put it in his sack.

“Well, after business comes pleasure” said Artie.

“Oh?”

“Hey, you’re Jake’s chippie. A man comes across a hot piece like you, of course he’s going to brag. It runs in our family.”

“What runs in your family?”

“This, come see.”

James stood up and saw that the seated Artie had his cock and balls out of his trousers. It was a fabulous cut rod with heavy balls with blond hair that equaled Jake’s. James descended to his knees and was before this cocky wheeler dealer. He took Artie in his mouth and proceeded to give his cock that special service that James was known for.

“Shit! Jake wasn’t kidding around! What a mouth on you! You’re a smart boy, sucking the right cocks has got you a fortune.”

“That it did” mumbled James as he continued working on Artie.

“You’ve got me all worked up! Get on the desk and I’ll show you I’m as good as my cousin!”

James took his mouth off Artie’s cock, stood and pulled his pants and underwear down and bent over Artie’s desk. Artie lathered up his cock and James’ ass with lotion. Artie bluntly shoved his cock in James’ ass and proceeded to fuck him with force. James enjoyed this immensely. The office was filled with the sounds of the desk rattling, Artie’s balls slapping against James’ ass and the primordial sounds of the men’s passion. James was sobbing as he shot off on the desk, while Artie howled as exploded in James. There was a pop as Artie withdrew his now soft and moist cock from James’ battered hole. Artie led James to the bathroom where they cleaned themselves up.

Artie poured glasses of whisky and went pulled out a Camel. James lit it with his gold lighter. “Fancy schmancy!” laughed Artie. James took out his silver cigarette case and lit up a Lucky Strike. “Oy! Such a high-class fagaleh!” They sipped and smoked. “Anytime you want more kid, just come back. You don’t need an appointment. My door is always open for you.”  “Thanks, Artie” said James as he took his sack of money with him.

“Have a good day, young fella” said Mr. Fineman who was with a customer as James left.

That night, Donny was driving his brand new dark blue Ford with James beside him. “Aww, go on Jimmy! I’m driving for Chriss sakes!” James had his hands in Donny’s crotch.

“Hey, it’ll be exciting!” said James who now had Donny’s cock out. It was so big and hard that the head rested against the bottom of the steering wheel. James bent his head down and began joyously sucking his lover’s cock. Donny kept his eyes on the road and his hands with his pinkie ring on the wheel as James drove him to ecstasy with his mouth. It wasn’t long before Donny was gushing, and James was guzzling his spunk.

They parked in crowded Coney Island. They had hotdogs and beers at Nathan’s. They went to an arcade where Donny shot a bullseye and won a stuffed bear that he gave to James. They walked the boardwalk and rode the Cyclone roller coaster while raising arms and yelling. They went on the Wonder Wheel, the ferris wheel. Their car reached the top and swayed back and forth. They saw the stars above in the night sky, the Atlantic Ocean before them, below, the lights and crowds of Coney Island. “Oh, Jimmy” said Donny with tears in his eyes, “I love you so much,” as he kissed James.

A few days later, there was much excitement in the Grady house as Nora, James and Donny finished packing. The bakery was closed for a month, they were heading to the pier in Manhattan to sail to France on the Normandie, in two first-class staterooms. Nora had industriously worked out their itinerary. They would visit Paris, take a train to Rome and then trek to England to see London and see Nora’s brother and his man and then sail back to New York. Ireland would not be one of their stops.

Perhaps, one day there will be a chronicle of this remarkable journey and you will learn of James’ shipboard and overseas adventures. It was a time filled with lusty, eventful and memorable episodes…