I like sex. I like having sex with johns. Sometimes I'd have repeats; you know, guys who'd look for me because they liked me and thought I was good. I liked that because I knew what they wanted and I did my best. Mostly I went with guys I never saw before and would never see again. I liked that too because it was exciting to do it with somebody new and they almost never hurt me.

My best friend, Rocco, told me about some of the johns he'd been with; dangerous guys and guys who cheated him; you know - bad things that happened to him. See, he was looking out for me. That's what friends do. I said, "Yeah. I know about that, but not all johns are bad," and he said, "No. I just want you to be aware - you know," and I said, "Thanks."

David was one of the nice ones - mostly. He became one of my regulars. Actually, he became the most regular of all, but it started out slow.

I remember the first time I saw David. It was a Thursday. That's not important but I remember it anyway. He was driving around in a dark green Mercedes. He looked at me and I looked back at him and then he drove away. But then he came back slower than the first time and he looked at me the whole time he was driving by. Some guys do that. They call it cruising. "So, make up your mind," I thought. "Quit driving around and pick me up," and after a while that's what he did. He stopped at the curb near where I was standing and he stared at me. When I went up to the car he put the window down. "Nice car," I said and he said, "Yeah. Do you want to go for a ride?" and I said, "OK," and he said, "Get in," so I did.

The guy was good looking - real good looking. At least, I thought so. His skin was darker than mine and his hair was thick and curly and black, and when he looked at me I couldn't see any color in his eyes except black. And even as dark as his face was it was even darker where his whiskers grew. And he had this mole on his cheek right where he didn't have to shave any more. I wondered if he cut that a lot when he shaved. Shaving was not much of a problem for me.

"What do you do?" he asked. Most guys want to know what I want; you know - money, but not this guy. He was direct; no beating around the bush. I said, "The regular things." "The regular things," he repeated. "Are you a top or a bottom?" and I said, "Both - mostly bottom." "Anything kinky?" he asked and I said, "I dunno." "You clean?" he asked. "Sure," I said, "I shower every day," and he said, "Not real bright, are you?" He didn't have to say that. It made me feel like I was back in school when kids were mean to me. "I mean diseases," he said. "Drugs. Are you clean?" and I said, "Yeah, I'm clean."

Like I'm sure you already know, we didn't go for a ride. We went to this hotel. He parked on the street. He didn't get out of the car right away. It was like he was thinking things over or something. Some guys are like that. He turned to me and said, "You can't go into the hotel when I do because someone might see and that wouldn't do," and I said, "OK." He pointed to a planter at the corner that had a little pine tree growing out of it and said, "Stand over there and wait for me to come back," so we got out of the car and I waited where he told me to. He went into the hotel and then he came back to tell me the room number. Then he said, "Wait five or ten minutes - make that ten - before going in." I thought, "Oh, brother," but that's what I did. I mean, he was paying and all.

Lots of guys took me to cheap hotels around the neighborhood but this was the nicest one I'd ever been to. I could tell that this guy had money with his car and not asking me how much and now this nice hotel.

After a while - I guess it was ten minutes - I went up to his room and knocked on the door. He opened it as soon as I knocked, like he was waiting there for me; you know, on the other side of the door. We sat around and talked a little without saying much. He asked me my name and I told him. He told me to call him David. He said, "Well, Timmy, I want you to take a shower," and I said, "OK," so I did.

David was already in the bed when I came out of the bathroom. "All clean?" he asked and I said, "All clean."

He lifted the sheet for me. That's when I noticed that his arms had these really nice muscles, and then I noticed that all the muscles I could see were real nice. I figured that he was a gym bunny, or gym rat - whatever they call it. He had dark hair on his arms and his chest and even a little down on his stomach but that's all the further I could see because he had the sheet on and all. His nipples looked pink in all that black hair. When he noticed that I was looking at them he pinched one which made it pop up and he said, "Suck it." Now, I never saw the point of sucking a man's nipples and when someone sucked on mine I wished he'd stop if he bit it which happened a lot. "Suck it," he said again so that's what I did. I didn't bite it. He moaned and said, "Oh yeah, suck it," and since it was my job to make him feel good that's what I did, and then I kissed and licked across his chest and sucked the other one. "Oh yeah," he said again. "That's nice."

When he was ready he raised his arm and I knew that meant that I was to lick his armpit. I liked that because he had these hard muscles on both sides. There was all this hair and I had to try extra hard to get my tongue to touch the skin. He liked that and he moaned louder and rocked his hips from side to side. Then he lifted my head with his hands and looked into my eyes and said, "You're good," and I said, "Thank you." I thought he was going to kiss me. I didn't used to like that, having a man kiss me I mean, but I get into it now - more with some guys than others. I was hoping that David would kiss me but he didn't.

I laid back. David's arm was under my neck. We just laid there together for a while and didn't say anything. After a while David pulled me close to his chest which was nice. Then he rolled me onto my back and got on top of me. I knew what that meant so I spread my legs and when he got between them he pushed them wider apart with his knees. He lubed up my hole, held my legs apart with his arms and pushed his cock in. Lots of guys are like that; ready to fuck and get off. Anyway, David pushed his cock in nice and slow, the way I like it, and he fucked me slow, too. He pulled all the way out a couple of times but it wasn't like he was clumsy or didn't know what he was doing. I guess he liked the feeling of his cock head going through the tight ring of my hole. I know I liked the feeling of him doing that. Pretty soon he push it the whole way in again. He laid on top of me so our chests and our stomachs were pressed together and he fucked me. I could feel his cock in me - hard - and it felt good, like it belonged there. He fucked me and didn't say anything. Some guys say things like, "Take it, Pussy Boy," or "You like that hard cock, don't you, Boy?" Remember Carl? He did that. But David just fucked me slow and made me know he was where he wanted to be and doing what he wanted to do. I wanted it too.

He went a little faster and ground against me to go deeper even though he was already in as deep as he could go. Of course, my cock was hard and David's hairy stomach was rubbing against its underside while he fucked me. It was hot. I wished I could get my hand between our stomachs and jack myself off while he was fucking me. I really wanted to come. Then I got this feeling low in my gut that I get when I'm about ready to shoot. I thought, "No. That's not gonna happen," but it did. I came. I shot my whole load and couldn't help crying out. David fucked harder when that happened and he came too, inside me. It felt good every time he spurted and to make it feel even better I squeezed my hole tight around his shaft and moved my butt in little circles. I think he liked that.

He sort of relaxed on top of me before he rolled off. He just looked at me and at the mess on my stomach. I thought he might lick it off but he didn't. Then he said, "Better wash up," and I said, "Yeah," so that's what we did. After that I said, "Are we going to sleep here tonight?" and he said in a mean voice, "You gotta be kidding," and I thought, "You're kinda nice, but not a hundred percent."

* * *

I didn't know if I'd see David again. I hoped I would because he gave me more money than I asked for which didn't happen often and also, like I already told you, I liked the sex. I mean, I had never come without someone, me or the other guy, jacking me. I thought of that time with David as the best sex I ever had - and it was.

Well, anyway, I did see David again. I was glad when I saw his car glide up the street. It was on a Thursday again a month later. This time he didn't cruise me. He pulled right up to the curb. I saw him looking at me so I went over to his car. He said, "Hi, Timmy," and I said, "Hey." I was surprised that he remembered my name. I liked that. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "Do you want to go for and ride?" and I said, "OK." Actually, I think I said sure because, like I already told you, I was glad to see him.

He drove to a different hotel this time. He told me that he made reservations and that his room number was 1207. He told me to wait a while and then go into the lobby and not to talk to anyone. He told me to go straight to the elevators and take one to the twelfth floor. I don't know why he gave me such specific instructions. Maybe he thought I was a little kid and couldn't figure stuff out for myself. Or someone might see me go to his room and that wouldn't do. Oh, brother!

I waited ten minutes and went up to his room: number 1207.

There was a bottle of booze on the dresser. It was vodka which I figured out later was his favorite kind. He said, "I'm going to have a cocktail. Would you like one?" I looked at him funny and he said, "I'm sure you're old enough for a drink," but I didn't say anything when he said that. Instead I said, "What kind is it,?" but I don't know why I asked because I didn't know anything about that stuff back then. "Vodka and tonic," he said and I said, "Sure," so he made two and gave one to me. I wanted him to think this was nothing new to me but actually it was. I mean I drank beer once in a while but I didn't like beer much. I still don't. David gave me this drink and the first taste was like bitter or something but by the fourth or fifth sip I was used to it and I thought it was nice. David was drinking and he started to ask me all these questions like how many men had I had sex with and what did we do and what did I like. Pretty much everything I told him was true. Sometimes I wasn't sure what he meant, like when he asked me about kinky stuff, but I never let on.

When he finished his drink he said, "Shall we go to bed?" I thought that that was a dumb thing to say. I mean, why didn't he just say, "Ready?" or, "Let's go," but he didn't. He said, "Shall we go to bed?" but he didn't get up from his chair.

We were still in our clothes and he said, "Take those things off, will you?" so I kicked off my shoes and stood up. I took my shirt off over my head and he said, "Come here," so I stood in front of his chair. He said, "I want to watch you get undressed. Do it slowly, please," and I said, "Like this?" and I opened the front of my pants real slow and he said, "That's right." He had his clothes off before I was finished and his cock was hard and sticking up from his thick bush. Remember I told you that I didn't get a good look at it before he fucked me last time? I mean, I knew it was big because I could tell when he was in me and all. Well, I got a good look now and I was right. It was big; long and thick too. Remember how I told you that he was dark? Well, his cock and especially his balls were even darker than the rest of him, and his balls were big but they didn't hang down real far. The head of his cock was sticking up out of its foreskin; it was pink and wet-looking. He put his hands on my hips and turned me around and pulled me against him so that my ass crack was lined up with his cock. "Sit on it," he said. I tried but it didn't work real well so he raised his hips up and pushed until the head was opening my hole but it hurt so I stood up. "Damn you," he said loud. "I told you to sit on it." He said it mean, like he was mad at me. I said, "I think it needs lube," and he said in a nicer voice, "There's some in my bag. Get it," so I that's what I did. I opened the jar but he said, "Give it to me. I'll do it," so I gave it to him.

He smeared lube all over his cock and said, "Turn around," so I did and I backed up and leaned forward to make it easier for him. He opened my ass crack with the dry fingers of his left hand smeared the rest of the lube all around my asshole and he pushed some up in me with his finger. That felt good and I think my hard-on got harder. Then we worked together to get his cock up inside me; him pushing up and me sitting. I wiggled my butt and he said, "Yes," and he started to fuck me. I wanted him to get it in farther so I put my feet on the seat of the chair which opened up my hole more and he said, "Yes," and he fucked me some more. He put his arms around me and fucked me, but his thrusts were more like little jabs because he was still sitting and all. His arm grazed against my hard-on and he made a fist around it and started to jack it. He jacked and fucked and we both made noises; me kind of groaning - whimpering, I guess - and him breathing hard. He fucked me and then he stood up with his cock still inside me. I lifted my knees to my chest to keep my hole opened as much as I could so he'd go in deep and not slip out or anything.

He was strong. He lifted me and carried me to the bed like I didn't weigh anything. I mean, I know I'm small and everything, but I'm not a little kid. I know I already told you that but it's important to me that you know. He put me on the bed on my stomach and moved on top of me and then he fucked me for real - slow and deep. My cock was really hard and guess what. I came again without anyone touching me; I mean, without touching my cock. I just came and came and David fucked me until he came too. His cock got bigger and he pressed hard against my butt and he shot his load deep inside me.

He stayed in me a long time; longer than the last time, and we didn't talk this time either. I thought that that was kind of strange but kind of nice too until he got heavy. After a while I wished he would get off me but I didn't say anything. He stayed on top of me until he stopped breathing hard.

When he was ready he got up and so did I. He didn't know that I came until he saw the bedspread. "Made an mess, didn't you?" he said and I said, "I guess." "Well," he said, "I'm sure they've seen messes before." I think he meant the hotel people. We got up and got dressed right away. I knew better than to ask if we were going to sleep there.

* * *

It didn't take a month for David to roll around again. When I got into his car, he said, "This could become my Thursday habit, and I said, "That would be nice." This time we did drive around a little, but not much. We talked about things he wanted to talk about and then he said, "Are you hungry?" and I said, "No," and he said, "Well I am," so we went to this restaurant. He said, "It's not too bad," and I said, "I think it's nice," and he snorted. "No cocktail for you tonight," he said. "At least not here." He ordered a vodka tonic and I ordered a Coke. Actually, it was a Sprite. While he ate we talked about other things. He asked me a lot of questions about where I came from and what I used to do there and did I like school but I didn't want to talk about that stuff so I told him about Rocco. I didn't mention Lenny.

When David finished eating we went outside. He told me that we were going to a hotel close by and I said, "OK." He said that he had reserved a room and told me the number. I knew what he was going to say next and I'm sure you do too so I won't tell you this time.

David had showered while he was waiting for me and he was wearing just a towel when he opened the door. We sat in chairs and talked while we drank vodka tonics. Then he said, "I want a show tonight," and I said, "What do you mean?" and he said, "Stand here in front of me. You know what to do." I said, "Take my clothes off, and he said, "That's right." Then I said, "Slow," and he smiled at me and said, "Slow." This time I took my shirt off slow and then my pants and all. He told me to turn around when I took off my socks. I figured that he wanted to see my ass and maybe even my hole.

When I was finished I turned back around and he was looking at me and jacking his big cock. I stood there and watched him and he said, "Suck it," so I got on my knees and started to suck it regular. He said, "Slow," so I slowed down and licked around the base of his shaft and his balls and all and then went down on him again until I got to the spot where I couldn't take any more and he said, "Deeper," Then he put his hands on my head - you know, on the sides of my face - and he moved my mouth up and down on his cock. Now, I like to suck cock and I am pretty good at it - at least a lot of guys have told me that - but I didn't like what David was doing. He held my head and stood up and started to fuck my mouth real hard. At first it was OK. What I mean is, it wasn't too bad; you know what I mean - but then it hurt and I started to choke but he didn't seem to care. He fucked my mouth hard and deep. Then he pushed his cock as deep as he could and held it there. After a while I needed to breathe so I pulled away from him and stood up. "God damn you," he said, but my eyes were watery and snot was coming out of my nose and everything. Then he said, "I hope I didn't hurt you," but he didn't sound like he meant it. I said, "That's OK," but actually I didn't think it was. There was a box of Kleenex there and I took one and blew my nose. I hoped he'd never do that again.

* * *

The next time I'm going to tell you about was a few weeks later. You already know that David liked to fuck me. That was his favorite thing to do with me and that was OK because I liked it too. But he surprised me this time. After we pulled the bedspread down to the foot of the bed, I got on my back and he got between my legs. Then he put my cock in his mouth and started to suck. I guess you know that he'd never done that before. I know my cock got harder than it already was like I bet you already guessed and he went all the way down until his nose was against my belly. Now, I've got to admit; that's not hard to do. I'm not very big in that department. Just regular. Well, actually, a little smaller than regular. I keep hoping it gets bigger but I don't think that's gonna happen. Not that it matters a whole lot. When johns ask me I tell them I'm usually a bottom so they don't expect too much. If they don't ask and they want me to fuck them they mostly think it's OK. At least they don't say anything. Usually.

So I was on my back with my legs spread and David was sucking me. He stopped sucking and looked into my eyes and when he went back down he licked all around my balls. He took them in his mouth and sucked on them and then licked some more. "You shave your balls?' he asked and I said, "No," and he said, "Amazing." Then he put his hands behind my knees and lifted my ass in the air. He looked at my hole. "Here either?" he asked and I said, "No," and he said, "Truly amazing." Then he licked all around down there and finally did what I was hoping for but didn't think he'd do. You know it too. He stuck his tongue in my hole. He licked and tongue-fucked me and all I could do was moan. He sucked my hole like he was trying to suck my insides into his mouth. Now, I've got to tell you: he was driving me wild. There is nothing I like better than having a man eat my asshole and David was doing it like it was his favorite thing too. Well, maybe his second favorite.

David went back to sucking my cock and pretty soon I felt that feeling in my stomach that let me know I was going to shoot. "I'm gonna come," I said and David sucked and sucked until that's exactly what happened. When he sucked all of it out of me that he could, he lifted my ass again and dribbled my cum all around my asshole and pushed some of it inside me before he lowered my ass and pushed his cock the whole way in in one push. "Oh, yes," I said, and I meant it too.

* * *

David picked me up more and more after that. After a while if someone else came up to me, on Thursdays I mean, and asked I said, "No thanks." At first David took me to a different hotel each time but after a while we kept going back to the same one. I guess he ran out of hotels.

I know a long time passed before this next time I'm going to tell you about because I had already had my birthday. It was even after Thanksgiving. It was a Sunday and I was hanging with Rocco when I saw this familiar Mercedes pull up to the curb. I was surprised because it was the wrong day. I looked at Rocco and went over to the car. "I didn't know if you'd be here," David said and I said, "Yeah, I am," and he said, "Good. Get in," so I looked back at Rocco and hollered, "See ya." Rocco waved and I got in.

We headed uptown. "Where are we going?" I asked and he said, "Here," and he pulled into this garage. The man there said, "Good afternoon Mr. Wilson," and David said, Good afternoon," and he drove in and parked. "He knew your name," I said and he said, "No shit, Sherlock," in his mean voice. David parked in a spot that said Mr. Marius Wilson. I said, "Are you allowed to park here?" and he said, "I'm doing it, aren't I?"

We walked over to Central Park and he said, "The reason that man knew my name is because I live in that building," and I said, "Oh." "We're going to back there later and I said, "We are?" and he said, "I think it will be OK. I don't think anyone will see us. If anybody does see us on the street, you know, speaks to me or something like that, I want you keep on walking and pretend you don't know me," and I said, "OK." "If that happens," he said, "I'll meet you as soon as I can at that corner over there," and he nodded toward the corner across the street. I looked at the corner and said, "OK."

Nobody spoke to David and after we scattered a few pigeons and laughed at some guy who was too old for a skateboard and didn't know much about riding it, David bought some hot peanuts which we ate while we walked back to his building. There was a green awning over the sidewalk at the front door. I thought David was going to tell me to wait ten minutes after he went in but he didn't. There was this guy in a uniform who was kind of like a guard and he looked at me and then at David and David said, "Good afternoon, Robert," and Robert said, Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson," and he opened the door for us so we went in.

The lobby of his building was pretty nice I can tell you. Everything was dark, like the carpet and the furniture and all. No one spoke to David. I know that made him happy. We went straight to the elevators and David pushed the button for the top floor. Wouldn't you know?

David's apartment made Lenny's look like a joke. We went in and David showed me where to hang my coat and all. He went into the kitchen and washed his hands and made us each a vodka tonic. He didn't even ask me if I wanted one. Then we went through his living room into his den. "This is my favorite room," he said and he turned on his stereo. Some woman was singing an opera or something. I didn't think I liked that kind of music but it was OK. Really.

We never went to a hotel after that day. Actually, we did, to a kind of hotel, but I'll tell you about that later. What I mean is, we never went to a hotel again just to have sex.

When David finished his drink he told me he was going to take a shower and that I was to make myself at home. I said, "What do you mean?" and he said, "Watch TV if you like," and I said, "It's OK. I like the music." He looked at me funny and said, "You do?" and I said, "Yes." He said, "Umm," without opening his mouth and left the room.

I looked around the den. There were shelves all along one wall with lots of books on them and little statues and other art things, too. There was this book on the coffee table. The title was something about photography and male nudes so I picked it up and looked at it.

Even before I finished I heard David in the kitchen. He came into the den with two more cocktails. He was wearing a red bathrobe. No; it was maroon. Or cinnamon. Whatever. Anyway, it was shiny and it had cream colored lapels and sash. He looked like a million bucks and I told him that. He said, "Glad you like it," and handed me my drink.

We talked about stuff again. David seemed interested in me and asked me more questions about the time before I came to New York. I didn't tell him much. I told him about Grandma living with us and about how religious she was and I told him that my birthday was a couple of days before Thanksgiving. He said, "Sorry I missed it," and I said, "That's OK. You didn't know."

As soon as I finished my drink David said, "Would you like to take a shower? I knew that meant he wanted me to so I said, "Yes." We passed one bathroom but we didn't go into that one. Instead we went through his bedroom to another bathroom. It was really big and it had two sets of towels hanging on two rods on one of the walls. He told me that one set was his and one was mine. They were alike. It was like he had this all planned. It was like he made room for me in his apartment; or at least in his bathroom. I didn't know what to think about that.

David said, "I'll be in the den when you're finished," so I took a shower and when I was finished I didn't know what to put on so I just wrapped my towel around my waist and went back to the den. David was there like he said, reading a book. He looked up at me when I went in and said in his nice voice, "You're really very good looking, you know," and I said, "Thanks," or something like that. He had another drink ready for me but I only drank half of it because I was feeling woozy.

You probably already guessed that we went to bed. I mean, that's really why I was there.

When I tell you this next part you'll notice I started calling him Daddy. He started it first so that was all right. He called me Baby and he called himself my daddy and that's the way it was. What I'm saying is that by this time I knew what to expect and how to make him moan so, when we were naked and in bed and all, I started by pinching one of his tits while I sucked the other. David moved - kind of squirmed - under me the whole time. He spread his legs and pushed my head toward his cock so I went down there put his big cock head in my mouth and started to suck him slow but he said, "Not yet," so I licked his balls instead.

He lifted his ass a little so I got in position to lick his hole. I licked the insides of his legs and he said, "That's nice, Baby," so I licked closer and closer to his hole. The closer I licked the louder he moaned; and when I finally touched his hole with the tip of my tongue he gasped and groaned and said, "Yes Baby. Kiss your daddy's asshole," so that's what I did. I kissed and licked and sucked just like he liked to do to me.

When he lowered his ass he held the base of his hard cock and made it stand up from his body. I licked the precum from the slit and lowered my mouth as far as I could and sucked him slow. He took my head in his hands and held it still and started to fuck my mouth. He lifted his hips off the bed and pushed his cock deep into my throat. He liked to fuck my mouth this way and that was OK with me, but this time he made it hurt and I couldn't breathe so I pulled away and looked him in the eyes and said, "Let me do it, Daddy."

He looked mean at first but he didn't say anything. I just kept looking back at him. I mean, I knew how to suck cock and I knew I could make him feel good. After a little while he just put his hands behind his head and relaxed all his muscles and closed his eyes.

I sucked him. I kissed and licked his cock head and I sucked him slow and hard. I took his balls in my hand and tugged a little and sucked and sucked and I could feel him begin to tense up. I sucked and reached up and pinched his tits and I could feel his cock swell even more in my mouth. I sucked his cock and pinched his tits and I heard him cry out, "Oh yes, Timmy," and he shot his load on my tongue. His cum was salty and kind of bitter and I went down until his cock head was pulsing in my throat. I kept it there until he finished spurting and relaxed again.

Then I worried. I mean, I knew he liked to fuck me and maybe that's what he wanted to do this time and now I spoiled it for him, but he just pulled my face up to his and said, "That was wonderful, Timmy," and I said, "Thank you, Daddy," and he hugged me and held me close.

But it didn't last. I knew it wouldn't. I guess you knew it too. He got out of bed and said something about going out with friends so I got up and dressed. David gave me some money and said, "There's a little extra there for cab fare," and I said, "OK. Thanks," and I left. Robert opened the door for me but he didn't say anything.

* * *

"Did he ask you to marry him?" That's what Rocco asked me when I told him about David taking me to his apartment and all. "You're nuts," I told him and he said, "It sounds like to me as if it won't be long." We laughed about that.

He didn't ask me to marry him, of course, but after that first time at his apartment he never took me to a hotel for sex again, but I already told you that.

The next time he took me to his apartment was the next Thursday. That was what I expected and that's what happened. David parked in the same spot but I knew not to ask about the sign where he parked.

As usual, David made us vodka tonics. He brought them into the den and handed me mine but he didn't sit down. Instead he said, "I have something for you," and he gave me this box. "What's this?" I said and he said, "A belated birthday gift. Open it," so I did. It was a bathrobe just like his only smaller, you know, in my size; and it was dark blue where his was cinnamon, but the lapels and sash were cream colored like his. I didn't know what to say so I just said, "Thank you. "It's nice," and he said, "Do you want to put it on?" so I said, "OK." I didn't know exactly what to do but David helped me out there. He said, "Come on," so I picked up the box and all and followed him into his bedroom.

He started to get undressed. I thought he wanted to go to bed right away so I got undressed too. But he didn't get in bed. Instead, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was watching from the bedroom so he said, "Come on," so I went in and stood beside him. He got under the spray and held the curtain back for me to get in too so that's what I did. At first I thought it was weird when he soaped up the washcloth and started to wash me like I was a little kid and all, but before long I started to like it. I got a hard-on right away. David laughed about that but I noticed that his cock was sticking out a little bit from his balls, and I could see its head peeking out from its wrinkled foreskin.

When he finished washing me he took the shower head off its hook and rinsed me off. Then he knelt in front of me and put my cock in his mouth. He sucked me and licked my balls and did the things to me that I usually did to him. He put his arms around my hips and held me close to him and sucked some more. He moved his tongue along the under side of my cock and made me tingle all over. My knees got kind of weak but David kept holding me while he sucked. My voice sounded gravelly when I said, "I'm gonna come," and I shot what I think must have been the biggest load of my life in his mouth. David swallowed and said, "You must have been saving that up," and I said, "Yeah."

Here's a surprise. Instead of having me suck him off or fucking me he just rinsed me off some more and we got out of the shower and dried off. He handed me my new bathrobe and said, "Put it on. I want you to wear that when you visit me," and I said, "I will."

* * *

I told Rocco about David giving me a bathrobe. After that he kidded me a lot about being a married lady now but I could tell that he was happy for me.

David was still my Thursday regular but once in a while he didn't show. Sometimes when this happened I missed out altogether because by the time I figured he was a no show there were more boys on the block than johns so I wouldn't stick around. Actually, I wouldn't have stayed even if I had been the only one.

One Thursday when he didn't show Rocco was still on the block. I said to him, "I'm going back to your place," and he said, "What's the matter? You sick?" and I said, "No. I just don't feel like it," so I left.

Almost as soon as I got in the door I heard Lenny call my name and ask me if I was busy. I knew what he wanted. Even without being in his room I could smell his smell and see his limp dick and sick white skin so I sneaked out and went to a movie. It was a dumb movie and I didn't feel like staying there either but I did anyway.

Then the next day, Friday, there he was. David, I mean. He was earlier than usual. I looked at Rocco and grinned and he grinned back at me. In the car David said, "I had to work late last night, and before I knew it it was eleven-thirty," and I said, "That's OK," and he said, "I know."

Then he said, "Do you have any nice clothes?" and I said, "Yes," and he said, "I want you to look nice. I have a little something planned," and I said, "What?" and he said, "You'll see." Then he said, "How about if I take you to your place and you change clothes?" I didn't know about that. I didn't know if I wanted David to know where I lived and all but I didn't know how to get out of doing what he asked so I said, "OK."

When we got to my building I was worried that he would want to come in and see where I lived but he said, "I'll just wait here. Don't take too long," so I changed as fast as I could.

David took me to this big department store. We went to the men's department and he pointed to all these shirts and pants and things and said, "I like this. Do you?" I knew he wanted me to say yes so I did but I would have said it anyway because I liked everything he pointed at. After a while he picked up a shirt and held it against a pair of pants and said, "I think this will do." Then this guy came up and said, "May I help you?" and David said, "My son needs some new things. I was thinking about these," and the guy said, "Very good," and he took them away while David and I looked at more stuff. By the time he was finished I had new shirts and pants and underwear and even a new pair of shoes. I never saw anyone so happy to spend money, and that made me happy too, I can tell you.

David made space in his closet and dresser for my new clothes. He told me that I had to keep them at his apartment and that I wasn't to wear them unless he told me to.

We went to bed after that but things seemed a little different somehow. I don't know how to explain it, but I think we stopped fucking and started making love. Does that sound too weird? I hope you understand what I'm trying to say here. I think you do.

The reason I said what I just said is because that night, while David was fucking me he kissed me. That's all I could think of - him kissing me, I mean, and that's all I could feel. Well, actually, that's not all I could feel. His fucking became faster and faster and he pressed hard against me, and then he came.

After that David would pick me up at the regular spot and we'd go to his apartment and he would tell me to shower and put on the brown outfit or the blue pants and striped shirt. Whatever. Then he would take me to a nice restaurant and afterward we'd go back to his place. We would watch television or something and then he would say, "Shall we go to bed now, Timmy?" and I'd say, "Sure," so that's what we'd do. Sometimes after he came he'd do something to make me come and sometimes we'd go to the den and talk but soon enough he'd tell me to put on my own clothes and then he would give me cab fare - that's what he called it - and I'd go back to Rocco's or wherever.

* * *

David started showing up on different days of the week. Once in a while he'd tell me the next time he planned to pick me up and he'd tell me to wear something nice but usually he'd just show up. If he didn't show Rocco would say, "What are you gonna do now?" and I'd say, "Go to a movie, I guess," and he'd say, "There are other men out there, you know," and I'd say, "Yeah. I know," but then I'd think, "Maybe he's just late. Maybe he'll come later," so I'd hang back just in case. I wanted be there when he wanted me.

David surprised me every once on a while, like with the bathrobe that I already told you about. This was an even bigger surprise. We were at his apartment one day after Christmas and he said to me, "I need to be at a conference in Boston on Monday morning and I think it would be fun if you'd go with me. Would you like that?" and I said, "Sure." "OK," he said, "I'll pick you up before lunch on Saturday. We'll make weekend of it," and I said, "I'll bring my toothbrush," and he laughed about that. I didn't know why that was funny but I laughed too.

It was raining when David turned my corner that Saturday. I hurried up and got in his car and he handed me a towel like he knew I would need one; like he cared that I would be wet; or maybe he just didn't want me to get his car all wet inside. I don't know. Anyway, he seemed happy to see me and I was happy to be in his car with him.

We drove out of the city. It was neat to see the buildings change as we went along; getting smaller and all. After a while there were more and more trees and things and then I even saw cows and all. When I told David I hadn't seen cows in a long time he said, "How about that!"

David had this trip all planned. We left the Interstate and drove into this town. It kinda reminded me of my old town, but it was nicer. It had big houses with big lawns and big trees. Everything was big. David parked in front of one of those houses. It had a sign out front; something about maple trees and bed and breakfast. "This is where we'll be staying," he said. "Mrs. Suter thinks you're my son. Try not to put your foot in your mouth," and I said, "I promise." The little sign in the glass part of the door said, "Walk In," so that's what we did.

Mrs. Suter was the lady who owned the house. She was real nice. She said to David, "I'm sorry that you and your son will have to share a bed," and David said, "That's all right. We'll manage just fine." I didn't say anything. I didn't want to do anything wrong.

When we got to our room and David closed the door and pulled me close to him and said, "We'll manage just fine, won't we Sonny." He was in a playful mood and that made me happy and I said, "You bet we will, Daddy," and we laughed about that. That was the first time I ever called him Daddy when we weren't fucking.

It was still raining when we went out so we just drove around the town and looked at things. We saw a little restaurant and David said, "We'll eat there tonight, OK?' and I said, "OK," so that's where we ate. There wasn't really much to do, so after dinner we went back to Mrs. Suter's. David called it a B and B. That stands for bed and breakfast like on the sign.

That night when we started to fuck the old bed made squeaky noises. David moved us to different parts of the bed trying to find a spot where it wouldn't squeak but there weren't many options. Pretty soon he gave up.

I think David had fucked me in just about every position he could think of, but his favorite position was to fuck me face to face; me on my back with my legs spread as wide as I could spread them and him on top of me. When we first started fucking - I mean, way back in the spring - David would close his eyes when he fucked me, but later on he started to look into my eyes. I liked that and I looked back.

Now he was fucking me and I was looking into his eyes. My mouth was open and I was moaning softly - whimpering again. David knew how much I liked having sex with him. Pretty soon he started to kiss me. He kissed me like he fucked me - long and deep. I could never use words to tell you how I felt. I wanted to cry, but instead I kissed him back. I wanted him to know how happy I was that I was the one he was making love to. He kissed me and fucked me and the old bed squeaked. It was noisier than ever, but we had stopped caring about that a long time ago.

The next day Mrs. Suter wasn't as nice as the day before. In the car, as we drove out of town, David put his head back and screamed, "Fuck her." Then he said, "Yuck!" and we laughed about that.

* * *

David liked to walk in Central Park and I liked to be with David. We'd look at the people and sometimes David would make up these funny stories about them and make me laugh. He'd say, "See that guy over there he probably . . ." and then he'd make up a story about how he bought all his clothes at a junk store or how he killed his mother with bubble gum. You know; something silly.

This one time we were walking around. The weather was cold and the trees were all dead looking. These two girls were walking toward us and one called out, "Uncle Marius." I looked around but I didn't see any Uncle Marius. There was just David and me. This girl said, "What are you doing here?" David said, "Hi Sue. Hi Anne." I knew what to do so I pretended that I didn't know him I walked on and sat on a bench. I don't think I fooled the girls. They kept glancing at me while they were talking. After a while David hugged them both and walked away. When I couldn't see the girls any more I ran after David and caught up with him near this fancy restaurant.

"Well," he said, "I guess the cat's out of the bag." I thought I knew what he meant and I said, "Why did those girls call you Uncle Marius?" and he said, "Because that's who I am. Those girls are my brother's daughters. I am their Uncle Marius." "Oh," I said. Then I said, "I don't understand. Your name is David," and he said, "No, it's not. It's Marius." "I don't understand," I said again and he said, "It doesn't matter. Now let's go," so I went with him out of the park and back to his apartment. I asked him if I should call him Marius from now on and he said, "Why not? That's my name."



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