The Summer I Became A Man

This is a revisiting of Chapter 4 of the story A Whore’s Life. It is told from the perspective of a young straight guy who encounters that earlier work’s randy gay hero. 

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 I am 63 years old; I have been married to a woman for 38 years. I have a grown daughter and a son who have both given me grandchildren, and a youngest son who hasn’t. Yet, when I jerk off I often relive in my mind the experience of getting my first blowjob when I was 18, it was from an 18-year-old gay guy. I was a virgin; the remarkable Patrick Rourke introduced me to the joy of sex.

 I suppose in old age, we all romanticize the past. Still, I know that those five weeks in the summer of 1978 when I became a man was the greatest time of my life. I was young, free and anything was possible. My consciousness is flooded with vivid memories of the sights and sounds of that indelible brief era when I became sexualized and truly comprehended my masculinity.

My name is David Hirsch, I was born and grew up in Middle Village, Queens, New York. My father Howard was a rugged 43-year-old who owned a travel agency. My 42-year-old mother Estelle was regal and cultured. At 18, I was medium height, thin and had curly blond hair and blue eyes. My self-esteem had recently increased after getting a nose job. My blonde mother encouraged me to do that. My old nose was a bit too big and had a bump, it had bothered me throughout childhood. When I turned 18, my mother set it up with a doctor, she had had her nose done when she was a teenager. After recovering from the surgery, I was a confident good looking young man. I had been shy and self-conscious throughout high school and did not get involved with girls. Otherwise, my youth was that of a normal straight guy. Once puberty hit, that included being consumed with thoughts of sex with girls, of fucking pussy and getting my dick sucked.

“You’ll get the of experience working and earning money” explained my father of the summer job he had set up for me. “I think it’s a great idea, you’ll be exposed to life before going to college” said my mother. 

Steve was my father’s 34-year-old younger brother. I hadn’t much contact with him apart from family gatherings. He was on the short side with black hair. Unlike my straight arrow father, he was a free spirit. Steve was single and lived in a West Village apartment. He had floated around in various jobs before becoming a movie theater projectionist. He borrowed money from relatives including my father to buy a movie theater in Greenwich Village, it was doing very well. 

A few days after I graduated from high school, I took the subway into Manhattan from Queens. Greenwich Village was so lively and different in comparison to boring Queens. I walked to the 8th Street Playhouse and went into the lobby. I was wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt.

“My name is David, I’m here to see my uncle Steve” I said to the middle-aged woman cashier in the box office. She picked up the phone and spoke into it and put it back down.

“Sure, go up to his office, it’s through the theater and up the stairs. I’m Deena, nice to meet you…”

I walked through the lobby and then into the theater, a German movie was playing. I walked up the stairs and was now on the second floor.

“David! Great to see you!” said Steve who standing in the doorway of his office, he shook my hand, “Come in.” I was now in his compact office that had a desk, a chair and small couch.

“Wow! You’re really cute with your new nose.”

“Thanks.”

“Here, this and jeans are the uniform here” said Steve handing me a light gray T-shirt with the 8th Street Playhouse logo. I took of my blue T-shirt. It was weird, I noticed Steve gazing intently at my bare torso before I put on the light gray T-shirt.

“I’ll introduce you to the staff” said Steve. We left the office and went into the projection room. I met the tall skinny college student Dave who was the projectionist. Downstairs I was introduced to the young guy who was the doorman, Deena again and the scrawny Laura in her late 20’s, she supervised the candy counter. Then we went back into the theater. Standing in the back holding a flashlight was a medium height thin young brown-haired guy.

“This is Patrick, the attendant, this is my nephew David, he’s working here for the summer.”

 “Nice to meet you” said Patrick in a pleasant voice, shaking my hand.

“Patrick is gay. He’s also a whore, I pay him extra to service me and the staff. So, anytime you want a blowjob or more, just tell him, he’ll be happy to oblige you. He’s great at it.”

Holy fucking shit! This was the first time anyone directly spoke to me about sex or my sexuality. Yes, when I was a kid my father gave me the basic talk about sax between men and women. Now, I was matter of factly being offered a blowjob! I was blushing in the dark and had instantly popped a boner at this suggestion. Of course, the prospect of getting my dick sucked by a guy was strange. I knew about gays but had never met one.

“Go to Laura at the candy counter, she’ll train you” said Steve to me. He went back up to his office, I went back to the lobby. Laura taught me all about the candy counter, how to make popcorn, and stuff like that. I waited on customers when Laura took a break. Hours went by, my dick had been hard all that time.

“You can take a 30-minute break, get something to eat or whatever” said Laura to me.

I was a normal, healthy red—blooded American boy, I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t food. I went into the theater, Patrick was walking around with his flashlight, telling people to put their cigarettes out, he walked to the back of the theater where I was standing.

“Hey, I want a blowjob.” I said THAT with confidence for the first time!

“Sure, follow me.”

Patrick walked up the stairs with me behind me. He took out keys and unlocked a door, I followed him into the storage room, it was filled with sacks of popcorn, canisters of soda and carton boxes of cups for drinks and popcorn. I stood against a wall of carton boxes. Patrick put his hands on my crotch. Wow! It felt exciting feeling someone else’s hands on my dick and balls. He massaged my package through my jeans. He undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and slid them down. Then he pulled down my underwear. My throbbing seven-inch cut dick was rock hard, and my full balls were dangling. Patrick cupped my balls and stroked my cock; his fingers caressed my slit which was leaking with precum. Patrick sunk to his knees, he stared up into my eyes as he opened mouth, he took my cock in.

Oh My God! I was getting my dick sucked for the first time! I now KNEW that this really is the greatest feeling a man can experience! The sensations of Patrick’s mouth, lips and tongue, pleasuring my sensitive manhood were awesome.

Patrick licked my cock all over, he hit the sweet spot of the underside of my dickhead. He licked my balls. There were the sounds him slurping on MY cock, then he began deepthroating me. His head went back and forth as he sucked my cock down to the base repeatedly. I had never felt so good before in my entire life.

While I was receiving this intense pleasure, I found it all fascinating and confusing. I stared down and took in the sight of Patrick on his knees before me as I stood tall. His face was so distorted and contorted by the act of having my cock stuffed in his mouth, he looked like a cartoon, while he was happily sucking it. That he eagerly degraded himself to do this all was a mystery. My mind snapped into place. What the fuck did I care why a guy craved to suck cock? I knew I had no desire whatsoever to do THAT. I was a MAN and if some guys were sick enough to want to do that, so be it. Why not take advantage that guys like him who were fucked up? I was strong and he was weak. I was turned on and became aggressive, if Patrick was into this, why not really give it to him?” I grabbed his hair and began thrusting my dick in and out his mouth, I was fucking his face! He gladly took each blunt thrust of my cock down his throat.

I was panting and breathing heavy. I gasped loudly as I felt my tingling dick twitching, I was cumming! I was fucking cumming in a mouth! Patrick chugged down blast after blast of my cum. He swallowed my cum! He really was a messed-up cocksucker. My first blowjob was over, it had lasted 10 unforgettable minutes, before I got off for the first time without using my own hand.

Patrick rose, I pulled up my underwear and slid my jeans back on. He opened the door; we walked out in silence. Patrick went back to attending the theater, I went outside. I felt different, I felt like I was a real man now that I gotten my cock sucked off and my load swallowed. I gazed at my reflection in a shoe store window. I looked different; my flushed face seemed more mature. I went into a pizza store and ate two slices; I had quite an appetite. I went back to the theater and worked at the candy counter. 

10:00 PM was the last screening of the movie. Deena the cashier left, then later the usher who took tickets left. Laura showed me how to clean up and arrange the candy counter, and she left. I was sitting around alone on the lobby.

“Hey, I heard Patrick sucked you off” said Steve smiling as he entered the lobby.

“Uh, yes” I said blushing.

“So, how was your first blowjob?”

“It was fucking great!”

“Glad to hear, Patrick is a real pro, that’s what he’s here for, he reports to me on everything, so I know he earns his servicing bonus. Come up to my office after the movie ends and you lock up. We’ll have some fun.”

“Sure.”

The movie ended and the patrons filed out. I locked the front doors. I went into the theater; the lights were on. Patrick was holding a large garbage bag walking through the seats picking up trash and putting it in the bag. I went upstairs and into Steve’s office.

“Have a seat.”

I sat on the small couch.

“Here” said Steve handing me the joint he was smoking. I was pretty-straightlaced and had tied pot only a few times, this weed so strong, I was instantly buzzed.

The office door opened, and Patrick walked in. I got a good look at him, this guy who had my cock in his mouth earlier, my dick instantly got hard again looking at him.

Patrick sunk to his knees before my uncle Steve. His hands went for Steve’s belt and undid it. He unbuttoned the fly buttons of Steve’s worn jeans and slid them down. Holy fuck! Not only was Steve not wearing underwear, when his dick sprang up it was fucking incredible. He was fucking huge! The head was fucking gigantic! That was surprising as he was on the short side and skinny. Later I would learn that Steve was notorious on the gay scene for his eight and a quarter inches of cock that had fucked half of the West Village’s young gays. Then there were his massive balls!

Patrick opened his mouth wide and began furiously sucking on my uncle’s gigantic cock. Wow! Patrick’s face was like something form a horror movie as he stretched out his mouth to take Steve’s humongous tool all the way down his throat. Patrick really was messed up. Then he was licking Steve’s hairy balls, then he returned to sucking Steve’s cock.

I was so in the groove of it all. I instinctively undid my belt, unzipped my jeans, pulled them and my underwear down and whipped out my dick. I tapped Patrick’s head. He looked up at me with his bulging and watery eyes from having my uncle’s fat dick in his mouth. He took his mouth off Steve’s dick and then took in mine! Oh yeah! It was happening again! The awesome feeling of getting my dick sucked!

“Nice, you’ve really learned how to use Patrick, he loves it!” said Steve.

Indeed, Patrick seemed happy with his head bobbing up and down on my cock, I was happy having him do that, that’s for sure. After a while of his servicing, I was getting close.

“That’s enough Patrick, we’re going to fuck you now” said my uncle.

WHOA! I had never in a million years thought about fucking a GUY! Back then the thought of Farrah Fawcett’s pussy got me hard. Steve took off his clothes, so did I.

 Patrick stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt, he was wearing just a white jockstrap on his thin toned frame, his hard dick was visibly straining in his jock, he sure was into it. He went over to the couch; I got up and stood nearby in the corner. Patrick got on his hands and knees and arched his back, there was his firm young creamy ass. His round butt cheeks and hairless crack were up in the air. His hole was so inviting, I was going to fuck that hole with my cock!

From his desk drawer, Steve took out a big jar of Vaseline. He slathered gobs of it on his raging enormous cock. He put a gob in Patrick’s asshole. “See how it’s done” laughed Steve to me.

I watched in amazement as my uncle slapped Patrick’s ass cheeks with both of his hands and put the head of his cock to Patrick’s hole. Steve firmly began entering Patrick’s chute. Holy shit! The way Patrick’s tiny hole stretched around Steve’s log was unbelievable. Steve was all the way in, he started fucking Patrick. Steve’s dong went in and out of Patrick’s ass, there was the sound of Steve’s mighty balls slapping against Patrick’s ass. Then there were the sound’s Patrick made. I’d never heard anything like that. The hollering and grunting, he was like a wild animal. He really was sick. He wasn’t tied down or forced into this.  No, he willingly got on his hands knees and spread his ass to get fucked by my uncle because he liked that. How could a man like that?! That was okay by me.

“Hey, fuck his mouth, he’s in heaven taking it at both ends” said Steve to me.

I walked over to the panting Patrick and shoved my dick in his willing mouth. I thrust my hips and dick in and out of his mouth as my uncle fucked his ass. We were grinning at each other. What a team we were!

Patrick was indeed in heaven taking dick in his mouth and ass at the same time. I was a horny 18-year following my urges and didn’t think about the psychological dimensions of why a guy why age would WANT to be so degraded. If that’s what he wanted, he was going to get it.

Patrick was gurgling as he sucked my cock, then he was bleating. I looked down and saw that the pouch of his jock was stained up. Wow! He came in jock without touching himself, he came from getting fucked by Steve! Soon, there was a loud whoosh sound as Steve pulled his cock out of Patrick’s ass. Steve’s cock seemed even bigger as it towered over Patrick’s back. Steve’s cock was now shooting off his load, much of it landed on Patrick’s back, some it splashed on my T-shirt!

“He’s all yours” said Steve handing me the jar of Vaseline, “I got him ready for you” laughed Steve. I gobbed up my seven-inch dick with Vaseline and shoved it straight into Patrick’s ass, it clicked into it. OH! The feeling of his sphincter spreading to take my cock and then gripping around it were mind blowing. Patrick’s ass’ tightness sheathed my cock, the feeling of THAT friction was the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced as I fucked for the first time. Patrick lay there bucking his ass against my cock which was fucking him, he enjoyed it. I howled as I began cumming inside of Patrick. I pulled my dick out of him and flopped on the other end of the couch; I was fucked out. The cum-soiled Patrick got up and limped out the office.

Steve pulled out a bottle of tequila from a desk drawer, he poured us shots and lit a cigarette.

“Well! How was your first day of work?” laughed Steve.

“It was fucking sensational! Thanks!”

“I know you’re straight, but you should broaden your horizons while you’re young, you’ve got your whole life to settle down. Your father was always such a square. I know just the girl to break you in, a real sexy slut who loves young dick. You’ll meet her in a few days, until then enjoy Patrick, as you see he puts out anytime. Think of him as piece of furniture.”

“Thanks, I will!” I said finishing my tequila.

“I hung up a help wanted sign for an usher, Patrick saw it and came here to my office. I made it clear he had to put out to get the job. He had no problem with that, he took my dick out and sucked it like a pro right away, then I fucked him on the couch. He’s on his own, he had a lousy life in the Bronx with a drunk father who beat him, a bad mother who didn’t care about him. Guys like him are the best for sex, they have no boundaries or self-worth, they’ll do anything to be close to a man. I’ve seen him get up to some hardcore stuff in leather bars, I’m talking whips and chains.”

Patrick entered the office carrying a small pail of water and some washcloths. He got on his knees, he began washing Steve and my cocks and balls! He cleaned our manhood off really well. We all got dressed and went outside. Steve locked the theater door.

“Get home safe and see you tomorrow” said Steve to me.

“Thanks, goodnight” I said.

“Patrick, want to have a drink at the Eagle?”

“Sure” said Patrick. They got a taxi and were off. The Eagle was a famous gay leather bar where rough sex went on, those gays couldn’t get enough sex. Steve later told me that night at the Eagle, Patrick ended up on his back in a sling, he took cock after cock in his mouth and ass from any guy who came along.

I took the subway and got home at 2:00 AM, my parents were asleep. I hit my bed and couldn’t sleep at first, replaying it all in my head, eventually I passed out.

“So, how was your first day of work?” asked my father the next morning at the breakfast table.

“Oh, it went well.”

“That’s wonderful” said my mother, “Just don’t get too mixed up with Steve. He was always wild, he never got married. God only knows what he gets up too.”

“He stays mostly in his office doing payroll and stuff like that, I didn’t get to see too much of him.” Actually, Steve would watch the monitor in his office whose feed was the close circuit camera in the lobby looking for cute boys to go after for sex. He also cruised the men’s room a lot.

“That’s good” said my mother.

Usually, I jerked off in the morning, but I didn’t need to do that now. I took a shower and got dressed and couldn’t wait to get back to work. The weather was really hot, I was wearing shorts and a tank top. I carried a shopping bag with jeans and an 8th Street Playhouse T-shirt, my work uniform to change into later. That was the uniform because Steve wanted a sexual vibe, to be surrounded by young guys wearing jeans that showed off their asses and baskets, and the tight T-shirt to show off their biceps, pecs and chests. Steve mostly hired good-looking young guys with nice bodies. He liked to fuck the gay ones and suck off the straight ones. Though, I was off limits, he didn’t try to blow me I guessed because we were family, after all.  

I took the subway and got to the 8th Street Playhouse. My shift began at 11:00 AM, before the theater opened for the first showing of the movie at noon. I helped Laura set up the candy counter. There was nothing to do for 20 minutes, I could think of things to do. I found Patrick sitting inside the theater. I tapped him on the shoulder. He got up, I followed up to the storage room, he locked it, we went in.

Oh yeah, Patrick went for my belt, he slid my jeans and underwear down, got on his knees and began sucking my stiff cock. I could get used to this, and I did. It felt so fucking great when Patrick was licking my balls. I stood tall and proud like a man as this fag did what he did best, sucking a man’s cock. My dick got harder and harder; it was dripping my precum which was eagerly being lapped up by Patrick.

“I’m ready to fuck you” I said with confidence in my masculine voice, issuing this command for the first time. Afterall, Patrick was like a piece furniture, he was here and available to be used.

Patrick took his mouth off my dick, rose, undid his jeans and bent over sacks of popcorn. Framed by the straps of his jockstrap was his ass spread for my use. Until my uncle set me up with a girl to fuck her pussy, Patrick’s boy hole would do just fine. A hole is a hole, friction is friction.

On a shelf next to containers to large yellow containers of the synthetic crud used as “butter” for the popcorn was a large jar of Vaseline. The storage room was also a fuck chamber. I took the Vaseline and gobbed up dick and smeared some on Patrick’s well-used hole. I slapped his ass cheeks, grabbed his hips and rammed my dick deep up and in him, it pleasurably snapped into place. I forcefully fucked Patrick he lay whimpering on the popcorn sacks giving himself over to my cock. It wasn’t long before I was groaning as my dick twitched and blasted Patrick’s insides with my cum load. I pulled out of Patrick and wiped my dick off with a towel, slid up my underwear and jeans, I walked out as Patrick collected himself. I was ready to go to work.

I spent a few hours working at the candy counter. We were running low on soda cups, I proactively went up to the storage room, I unlocked it with the key Steve gave me. Well! There was Tom, the young handsome doorman fucking Patrick over popcorn sacks. I could see Tom’s big dick ramming in and out of Patrick’s ass, and Tom’s large balls slapping Patrick’s ass. They were both panting and into it, so was I. I unzipped and whipped out my hard dick and shoved it Patrick’s mouth since he liked getting it and both ends. He sucked my cock like a madman, I was cumming in his mouth in no time and he swallowed my load. I put my dick back in my jeans, zipped, got a carton of soda cups and left with Tom still on fuck break pounding away at Patrick’s ass.

 When I’d go into the theater sometimes I’d see Patrick walking with a guy to the rear door which led to the alley. Fuck! Patrick was going out to the alley to trick with theater patrons. That slut couldn’t get enough dick!

One day, Steve said I should hang out with Dave the projectionist in the projection booth to learn about being a projectionist. The tall, skinny and cool Dave was going to New York University and was a guitarist for a striving rock band. He sure looked like one with his feathery long black hair. He didn’t have a steady girlfriend, but he fucked a lot of girls and sometimes guys if he was in the mood. He was fun to talk to and I watched as he opened film cans, took film reels and spliced them together. I saw him make changeovers from one projector to another. He smoked cigarettes. There was a knock on the projection room door. “Yeah” yelled Dave, Patrick entered the projection room.

 “You know about Patrick” grinned Dave.

“Yeah, I sure know about Patrick.”

Dave indicated for us to sit in two wheelie chairs, he lit up, toked and passed me a joint. Patrick had gotten on his knees before us, first he undid Dave’s jeans and then mine. He had our cocks and balls out and was stroking and fondling our equipment as we finished the joint. Then Patrick switched back and forth on us, taking turns sucking our cocks. It was so hot sharing Patrick with Dave, a hip straight guy.

 “I’ll tell you how I got this job” laughed Dave as Patrick sucked our dicks, “I came here to see a movie with a girl. I had to pee and went to the men’s room. Steve was at the next urinal; I whipped my dick out and began pissing. ‘Nice’ he said, ‘I could take care of that in my office.’ I go to NYU and am used to gay guys hitting on me, and I let some blow me when I’m in the mood. Steve was so sexy and direct. I went with him to his office, he blew me and offered to train me as a projectionist, it’s a valuable skill. The rest is history…”

Patrick took his jeans and T-shirt off, he was nude in his jockstrap, he grabbed a jar of Vaseline off a shelf, there was Vaseline everywhere in the theater! He put some on his hand and slathered Dave’s really long thick dick, then put some in his ass. Then he sat on Dave’s cock! Wow! He began moving up and down on it, he was fucking himself! Dave closed his eyes and put his head back. His face had a blissful expression as Patrick rode his cock, then his facial features tightened, and he sighed as he came in Patrick.

Patrick pulled himself up off Dave, his now soft dick lay on his thigh framed by his large now drained hairy balls. Patrick was now in front of me, he sat down on my stiff dick, I slid right in. Wow! The sensation of being inside him was magnified by feeling Dave’s cum and the Vaseline coating Patrick’s chute. Up and down went Patrick’s ass on my dick which his ass clenched around it. It wasn’t long before I was cumming deep in Patrick. He pulled himself off my soft cock, out his clothes on and left. Dave took a swig from a small bottle of whiskey and passed it to me, I took a swig and passed it back to Dave. Patrick returned with a small pail of water and some washcloths, he cleaned our dicks and balls, and we slugged back whiskey. That was the highlight of my day on the projection booth.

Friday night was wild! The theater showed The Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight. It was sold out with lines around the block. My job was to go with Steve and keep the line orderly and make sure people had tickets. Steve’s auxiliary intention was to check out the mob for cute boys he could possibly fuck later. At 11:30 PM we went back into the theater. Members of the floor show, people who dressed like the movie’s characters were putting on costumes and makeup.

 “Jennifer, this is my nephew David I told you about…”

Jennifer was a blonde, busty and lively 21-year-old who played Janet, the Susan Sarandon part in the floor show.

“Hi, David” she said taking a drag off her cigarette.

“Here’s the key to my office” Steve said to Jennifer who took it.

 I was taken aback. Jennifer was the slut my uncle had told me about, who was going to break me in. I had been busy having Patrick getting my rocks off, I had forgotten, now it was going to happen! Talk about surprises! I followed Jennifer into the theater, up the stairs and to Steve’s office, she unlocked the door, we went in.

Jennifer taught me how to be with a woman in 25 fast-paced minutes. We kissed and made out, standing. She nudged me to the couch, she went for my belt, undid it and took out my rock-hard dick and fondled my balls. She bent her head down and took me in her mouth. WHOA! Yes, I had gotten my dick sucked by Patrick, but having a girl do it was electrifying. I watched her blonde head bob up and down on my cock, her tongue action on my joint was awesome, she licked my balls. I looked at her face stuffed with and contorted by my cock that she was sucking. I felt so powerful and manly. I was ready, and we didn’t have much time.

Jennifer undid her blouse and bra, there were her stunning big tits. I got on top of her and buried my face in them and began licking her nipples, she sighed. She pulled down her skirt and panties. There was her pussy! My first time seeing those lips and folds that I was going to fuck. She was a real blonde. I was on top of her, she put her hands on my ass and guided my body towards hers.

FUCKING INCREDIBLE! My hard oozing cock was sliding into her slick wet pussy. MAN! I was IN her! The sensation of my cock being clenched by her moist tight pussy was unlike anything I had experienced. It was better than Patrick’s ass, that’s for sure! I was so turned on and began fucking her. My cock was the hardest it had ever been, my hips thrusted my cock in and out of her pussy, the slamming and friction were intense. She was moaning with pleasure from my cock ramming her pussy, she sobbed as she began cumming from my fucking, I felt her snatch become even more juicy. I made a woman cum with my cock! I was gasping and panting as I kept fucking her, then my cock shot off my load deep inside her. I had done it! I fucked a woman! I pulled my cock out of her pussy, now leaking with my cum.

We cleaned ourselves up, put our clothes back on and left the office. I felt like I was 10 feet tall, I was really a man now.

My uncle winked at me downstairs. I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I saw Jennifer performing. She danced and lip-synched to the movie. I was so proud of myself watching her, she had just sucked my cock and I had just fucked her. With helping clean the theater, I didn’t get out of there until 3:00 AM.

“Hey, let’s get a drink” said my uncle Steve.

We went up the street to Shakespeare’s, a bar that served food. Though it was after 3:00 AM, it was crowded. I had a screwdriver, Steve had Johnny Walker on the rocks. He smoked cigarettes. Steve was a real freak and pumped me for how it went fucking Jennifer. I didn’t blush, I answered his questions directly and with masculine braggadocio, I was a man now and didn’t flinch from being direct about my sex life. We each had another drink. Before closing at 4:00 AM, Steve gave the keys to his apartment, explaining that it so late for me to go home to Queens.

“I called your father earlier tonight, I told him I was going to get you laid with a girl and that it would too late for you to go home and that you’d be staying over at my place” said Steve of his conversation with my father, his brother. “Your father was happy to hear of the plan” laughed Steve. Indeed, the next time I saw my father he looked at me approvingly, though we never spoke of the loss of my virginity.

Outside on 8th Street, we said goodnight. Steve said he was going to the gay bookstore on Christopher Street to fuck around, I headed to Houston Street to his apartment. It was a nice one bedroom, I slept on the living room couch bed. I woke the next morning refreshed and took a shower and got dressed. Steve was still sleeping in his room. I walked to the movie theater and worked at the candy counter and filled in for the ticket taker when he took breaks. In the afternoon, I visited Dave in the projection booth, Patrick sucked our cocks and we fucked him. 

It was Saturday night, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show crowd was even wilder. Steve showed up at 8:00 PM to oversee it all. There was Jennifer! We looked at each other and grinned. Steve had given me a copy of his office key. Jennifer and I went in. We stripped off our clothes. This time, we lay on the couch and 69-nined, I learned about eating pussy. That sure was a new experience! I learned how to use my tongue as Jennifer sucked my cock. Jennifer was clean, there was no smell, and the taste was that of silky flesh. She was wailing and sobbed when I made her cum with my tongue, I felt her squirt. I fucked her and made her cum again with my cock.

Later, I watched Jennifer performing in the floor show, she was beaming from having just been with me. This time after closing, Steve went off with a young guy to the guy’s apartment. I went to Steve’s apartment, made and drank two screwdrivers, and went to bed. The next day, Sunday, I worked, I fucked Patrick by myself in the storage room and went home to Queens.

So, it went for the next five weeks. I got my cock sucked by Patrick and I fucked him daily, sometimes with co-workers. Friday and Saturday nights, I fucked Jennifer in my uncle’s office. There was no pretense that we were in it for the other than the sex. She fucked lots of guys with no strings attached, she later became a New York City Police officer.

My last day was unforgettable and hauntingly fulfilling. I went up to Steve’s office after the last movie screening. I was gung-ho to share Patrick again with my uncle for the last time. We were hanging out smoking a joint, I was sitting on the couch and Steve was sitting in his chair.

“Hey, where’s Patrick?” I said after a while.

“I let him leave early, he picked up a hot trick. It’ll just be us.”

I instantly felt something was off, Steve was acting strange. It happened in a flash. Steve had moved from his chair and was on the floor between my outstretched legs. It was jolting feeling his hands caressing my thighs, it was even more jolting feeling his hands massaging my hardon and balls that were encased in the crotch of my straining jeans. We looked into each other eyes, I didn’t blink, flinch or say anything. That was all the consent Steve needed from me.

I now really knew that Steve wanted to suck me off on my first day when I took my shirt off and he gazed at with me lust, seeing my teenage torso and the bulge in my jeans. I wasn’t going to turn him down now; he wanted to suck my dick and I wanted it sucked. So, he was my uncle? I had learned that sex was sex, it didn’t matter who I did it with, all that mattered was that I got off. So, I did.

Steve undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and fished through my underwear. My uncle had my stiff dripping cock out, he stroked it and fondled my balls. He took me in his mouth. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! My uncle was sucking my cock! Steve starting off slow, reverently licking every bit of my dick, from the head to the base, he magnificently tongued my balls. His tempo increased as he deepthroated my cock, he was a ferocious cocksucker. I was moaning and sobbing from the pleasure he was giving me with his expert mouth. Because of who he was and his fantastic technique, this was truly the greatest blowjob I received in my entire life. I believed that Steve was thrilled and inspired to put his heart and soul into giving me the greatest blowjob of his life because it was “wrong.”  I gasped as I felt my dick tingling and twitching from my uncle sucking it, I was cumming in my uncle’s mouth. I wailed as I felt my dick begin to sputter, blast after blast of my hot young cum was being swallowed down by my exhilarated uncle.   

“Hey, you’re always welcome to visit” said the smiling Steve standing up, “Take care of yourself, I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for everything, Steve” I emotionally said as I fixed myself up, I left. Over the years, I would occasionally encounter Steve at family functions, we were cordial and caught up, I never was alone with him again, him sucking me off was never mentioned.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to Patrick. Apart from ordering him around, I had never really spoken to him. That’s just the way it was, I was a man, and he was a fag. I had chats with Dave, Tom and the other workers. I got to know their hopes and dreams, they planned on being musicians, actors, writers, they were all creative types. Over the years, nothing happened for them.

My parents and I spent three weeks in August in Europe, my first time abroad, it was magical. We went to Rome, Paris, London, and the surrounding areas. My father was great travel agent, and everything was perfectly arranged.

Sunday night over Labor Day weekend, I went into Manhattan to have dinner with my three high school friends before we all went off to college. We were at O. Henry’s on Sixth Avenue in the Village which I had suggested. It was a great steakhouse; Steve had taken me there a few times. My friends were all like me, good-looking normal young guys. It was summer and we were all wearing shorts and polo shirts.

Kirk had short brown hair, he was going to the University of Pennsylvania and would become a high finance accountant. Rick had a mop of black hair; he was going to Cornell and would become successful actuary. Blond Jack was going to Harvard, he would become a white shoe attorney. I was going to Dartmouth, that was just for the prestige. I was going to work for my father in the travel business.

 We were all upper middle class and were at ease in a fine restaurant. We caught up over steaks and martinis.

“So did everybody get laid this summer?” chuckled Kirk.

There was mutual regaling with sex stories. Trysts with hookers, and the sister of another friend. I recounted my fling with Jennifer in detail.

We finished dinner and walked around the Village, stopping in Washington Square Park. Rick bought some pot. “Hey, I know where we can smoke it and where we can have some fun!” I said.

“Right! David is a man of the world since he worked in the Village!” laughed Jack.

We walked to the 8th Street Playhouse. Sunday was a slow night, no Rocky Horror Show craziness. A French movie was playing.

“Steve is on to Fire Island for the weekend” said Deena, the cashier.

“That’s okay, my friends and I just want to hang out and catch the movie.”

 “Sure, go right in.”

 We entered the lobby; I said hello to Laura. We went into the theater; Patrick was standing around with his flashlight.

 “Take me and my friends to the alley” I commanded him in a chilly deep voice.

“Sure” said Patrick in his pleasing eager voice.

We followed him, he opened the door. We were in the private alley with its locked street door. Adjacent was the windowless Electric Lady recording studio, so there were no peeping neighbors. This was Patrick’s special place to bring guys he cruised in the theater to trick with. It was strewn with crates and trashcans. My friends and I sat near each other on crates. Rick lit up a joint, we passed it around and toked.

 “Hey, want a hit” Kirk said to Patrick.

 “Thanks!” said Patrick before he inhaled.

 “DAVID?!” roared Jack.

 I had undone the belt of my shorts, pulled down my underwear, I was stroking my hard dick, my floppy balls were on display.

 “I told you we were going to have some fun!” I chuckled.

 Patrick got on his knees.

 “Holy shit!” yelled Rick as Patrick began sucking my cock. My friends watched as Patrick deepthroated me and then licked my balls. My friends were breathing heavy, each one began undoing their belts, soon each had his dick out and was stroking it. They were all like me cut, and about seven inches.

 “Oh, yeah!” moaned Kirk as Patrick was sucking his cock while jacking Rick and Jack’s cocks. Patrick was in action! He was slurping back on forth on four rock hard 18-year-old dicks. Jack let out a holler as he shot his load down Patrick’s throat. Patrick sucked off and swallowed me, Rick and Kirk. Kirk lit up another joint we passed it around. Patrick stripped out of jeans and 8th Street Playhouse T-shirt. He was in his jockstrap and sneakers; he bent over a trashcan. His boy ass was spread for us. Each of us was flying from weed, though we had just gotten sucked off, our dicks were stiff again, we were 18.

 “I’ll show all you how it’s done!” I bellowed as I hopped off the crate, my shorts and underwear were on the ground, I tossed off my polo shirt, I was nude and cocky in front of my friends. Of course, there was a big jar of Vaseline next to Patrick’s trashcan, the alley was his playpen, and he was prepared. I slathered my cock and Patrick’s hole with Vaseline. I slapped his ass a few times, I rammed my rock-hard dick straight up and into his chute. Patrick howled.

 “You like that, you fucking fag! Don’t you! You like taking dick up your fag ass from a real man!” I was putting on a show for my friends, so they wouldn’t have wrong thoughts about me fucking a guy.

 Patrick was sobbing as I threw him hard rough fuck. He babbled as he came in his jock from my cock fucking him. A few more thrusts, “OH! FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” I exploded deep in Patrick, I pulled out, his hole was leaking with my cum.

 “So fucking tight!” moaned Kirk as he was brutally fucking Patrick over the trashcan. Kirk came and pulled out. Rick fucked Patrick, then Jake fucked him. We are all merciless to Patrick. There had been ass slapping, hair pulling and verbal degradation.

 “There is no more terrifying sight than that of heterosexual men congratulating themselves for being heterosexual,” I heard Gore Vidal say that in an interview with Charlie Rose. That was the case that night in the alley. My friends and I needed to prove to each other that we were still straight while we communally fucked a gay guy. We were grinning as we smoked another joint. Patrick had dressed and left, he returned with a pail of warm soapy water and washcloths.

 “What a way to end the summer!” laughed Rick as Patrick was sensuously washing his dick and balls. Patrick cleaned us all up and left, I never saw him again. I didn’t say goodbye to him, he had served his purpose that summer. We never had a conversation or socialized. We innately performed our roles assigned to us in life. Sexually and socially, I was on top, and he was on the bottom. We each accepted that and took our pleasures in this natural state.

 My friends and I all got dressed and took the subway back together to Queens. We never spoke directly about the incident in the alley, but over the years one of us would make a knowing reference to it. There’d be grins, smirks or whistles.

 In 1985 Steve sold the theater to a chain and moved to Miami Beach, “It’s too sad here because of AIDS” he said. He bought a movie theater there and ran it in his customary and successful style.

I went to Dartmouth, fucked girls, graduated and went to work with my father. I got my own apartment in Queens and dated women. When I was 24, I started going out with the daughter of a business acquaintance of my father. Helene was pretty and nice, the sex with her was good, we were compatible, if not madly in love. We got married and bought a house on Long Island. That’s how life was for people like us. Two years later my son Barry was born, two years after that my daughter Bethany was born. The perfect family. Barry went to Columbia and became a lawyer, got married and had two children. Bethany went to Brown, got married to a doctor and had three children.

 When I was away on out-of-town business trips, I paid hookers. I needed excitement, but nothing that would threaten my marriage. Occasionally, while traveling solo, I let guys blow me when there was an opportunity. I grew to appreciate gay men and understand them. Sucking cock was their thing, their passion. Through work I got to know some gay men, most were like the rest of us.

 Seven years after Bethany, the unplanned Drew was born. Being the youngest and being born after I had taken over the business from my now retired father, I was not hands on with Drew, maybe that caused it. There were signs in childhood, his sensitivity, being too close to Helene, his delight in old movies and getting involved with the drama club in high school. He went to New York University to study theater and in his second semester announced to my wife and I over dinner at a Village restaurant that he was gay. He was on the short side, blond, blue-eyed and cute.

 I wasn’t surprised that he turned out gay based on how he behaved as a teenager, it was just a matter of time before he figured it out for himself. I winced inside at his coming out but was outwardly supportive and said the right things. So did Helene. The truth was we were disappointed, but we had straight and conventional Barry, and so we could pragmatically be accepting.  

 Also, having been intimate with Patrick, I knew how it all went and that my son clearly a bottom. I looked at him and instantly imagined him sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass. I couldn’t help having those visions. The difference between Drew and Patrick was that Drew came from a good family and could be a gay bottom without being slut, I couldn’t picture him taking on four guys in an alley. Through college he had a few boyfriends my wife and I were introduced to. They were all masculine and Drew must have been submissive to them. Then Drew met Eduardo, a handsome noteworthy Argentinian Broadway choreographer who was a few years older. They settled down together. No doubt my son found Eduardo’s hot Latin dick irresistible.

 Drew got a job at a theatrical public relations firm and after a few years opened his own company which became one of the most preeminent. Drew and Eduardo got married, the announcement was included in the Sunday New York Times. They were featured in the Times several times as a Manhattan gay power couple. The wedding was held at a Westchester country club, I paid for it, I could afford it. After I took over the travel agency from my father in 1996, I concentrated on internet sales, closing our brick-and-mortar locations. I pioneered exclusively focusing on New York City as a destination. In 2018 I sold the company for a great price. When the pandemic hit, I was out of the travel business and set for life in Ft. Lauderdale.

 I met Eduardo’s grinning father and handsome brothers at the rehearsal dinner. While being friendly to me they jocularly conversed in Spanish with each other. I heard maricón, puta and pinga a few times. No doubt they were basking in the obvious fact that their Eduardo was the top and my son was the bottom. Whenever I’d see Eduardo and Drew together, I couldn’t help but have thoughts of Drew’s mouth stretched out around Eduardo’s dark uncut horse cock, deepthroating it, or Drew’s ass stretched around his man’s fiery manhood as they fucked. I saw IT when we were standing at adjoining urinals. Did Eduardo strategically exhibit his dick in front of me so I would know extactly what my son sucks on and gets fucked by? Still, I was proud of my son, we became closer and he bécame my favorite child. He had the courage to be who he was. Yes, I fantisized about having sex with Drew, I had the self control to never come even close to crossing that line.  

 I recently looked up Patrick on Facebook for the first time. I was envious when I saw his profile picture. We were the same age, but after 45 years, I had put on a few pounds and my thinning hair was gray. Patrick was still trim and still had plentiful brown hair. Apart from a slightly craggy face, he looked exactly the same as he did when we were 18. He had gone on to have quite a life, as an actor in his youth and then in various enterprises. He was living in Miami Beach with a younger Cuban American husband, Latin dick! I was happy for Patrick.