Wild Kingdom

Note: This is a fictionalized account of events told to me by one of the participants. It’s a long gritty tale with a decent resolution, considering. It’s not for those inclined toward strictly upbeat material. 

Puffing on a Marlboro Red, Martin sat in the Scranton, Pennsylvania transit terminal’s waiting room for buses to New York City, on an April morning in 1980. He was 24, tall, thin, dark-haired and handsome. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt. An 18-year-old cute short guy with long blond hair and blue eyes, wearing jeans and a green T-shirt holding a ticket entered, and took a seat. He had a backpack on and was carrying a guitar in a case.

“Excuse me is this seat taken?” asked the beaming charming Martin, later in the bus. The blond kid was sitting in the window seat.

“No, it’s not.”

“The bus is pretty full; do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, that’s okay.”

“Thanks, I’m Martin.”

“Greg.”

Martin sat next to Greg. Martin wasn’t wearing underwear and was hung.

“Great boots!” said Greg looking down at Martin’s black cowboy boots.

“Thanks. So, what’s bringing you to New York?”

Over the next three hours Martin and Greg conversed. Greg just turned 18 and had flunked out of high school. He was an only child, his parents were divorced, he hadn’t seen his father in years, and he didn’t get along with his mother and her live-in boyfriend. He thought he’d try New York as it would be exciting and planned to stay at the YMCA. He enjoyed playing guitar, sang and wrote songs. He’d saved some money by working part-time in a supermarket and would see what happened when he arrived. He blushed when Martin asked him if had a girlfriend, confessing he hadn’t done much yet. Martin said he was going to visit cousins.

The bus pulled into the Port Authority on 42nd and 8th Avenue in Manhattan at noon. “Hey, I know a place nearby, let’s get you laid. There’s great girls there, my treat” said Martin.

“Uh, that’s real nice of you” said the grinning Greg.

Martin went to a payphone and had a brief conversation.

They walked a few blocks through the rough Hell’s Kitchen area to an old apartment building on 44th Street and 10th Avenue. Martin pressed the outside doorbell and was buzzed in. They walked up four flights of stairs and then down a drab hallway. Martin knocked on an apartment door, it opened, they went into a dumpy living room.

“Hey, this is Greg, this is Ricky and Luis” said Martin.

Ricky was 25 and Luis was 23, they were good looking tall muscular brothers with black hair and mustaches, who were born and raised in the neighborhood. They were each wearing red gym shorts with their exceptional manhood visibly flowing in them. Their red tank tops showed off their physiques, their chest hair and the gold chains around their necks.

“Hey, nice to meet you” said Ricky smiling, “Sit.”

Greg took off his backpack, put it down along with his guitar and sat on a couch. “Hey, this is some great shit” said Luis sitting next to him, lighting up a joint. “Take a hit.” Greg accepted the joint. “Whew! It sure is some great shit” laughed Greg as he passed the joint. “No, you finish it we’ve been getting high all morning” laughed Ricky who was now sitting next to him. Greg kept toking, excited by everything.

“The girls should be here soon” said Luis.

“Cool” said Greg, taking another hit, his head was spinning.

“Meanwhile it’s just us, help me out Chico” said Ricky putting his arm around Greg.

“Sure, with what?” said Greg.

“Suck my dick” said Ricky.

“Uh, sorry man, I’m not into that stuff” said Greg while Ricky’s fingers massaged the back of his neck.

“Aww, how do you know unless you try? Besides, I saw you checking me out” said Ricky.

“No, I wasn’t that’s not true” whined Greg.

Ricky pulled down his red gym shorts, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, his veiny fierce looking thick eight-inch cut hard brown dick and big hairy balls were on view. Greg started crying, overwhelmed by everything.

“Shhh, it’s going to be okay” said Ricky who was stroking Greg’s hair. He gently guided Greg’s head down to his lap. Greg’s face was confronted by the tip of Ricky’s dick. Unable to process it all, Greg took Ricky’s dick in his mouth. “That feels so good” whispered Ricky.  

Greg’s teary cute face was now stuffed with Ricky’s dick. Dazed, high and confused he began licking Ricky’s dick. The only sounds in the living room were of Greg gagging as he tried to give his first blowjob. Ricky grabbed his balls and placed them in Greg’s mouth who instinctively licked them.

From across the room, Martin basked in the glory of watching Greg sucking his first dick. He was pleased with himself for possessing the shrewdness, ingenuity and appeal to pull off this ultimate seduction.

“Suck my dick” said Luis sitting next to Greg with his red gym shorts down, exposing his eight cut thick inches. Luis guided Greg’s head to his lap, the open-mouthed Greg took it inside and began sucking it for some time.

“Suck my dick” said Martin who standing in front of the shocked Greg. He opened his mouth and took in Martin’s seven and half cut inches, and because Greg had just worked on the brothers’ monsters, was now giving the semblance of a blowjob.

“See, you are into it, Yo, let’s go” said Ricky to Greg, who took his mouth off Martin’s dick.

The four young men walked to a bedroom, whose walls were lined with cork. “Take your clothes off” said Ricky to Greg. The trembling Greg slowly got undressed, his smallish dick was hard. “Chico’s got a boner! He’s excited because he’s going to get what he wants, what he needs. Get in the bed, Chico” said Ricky. Greg stood shaking. “Get in the bed.” Greg got in the bed.

Luis helped position Greg properly on his hands and knees, the numb Greg was frozen in place. Luis reached over for the little brown popper bottle and coaxed Greg to inhale its fumes. “Hey, this will make it feel better.”

Martin gazed at Greg’s truly beautiful virgin boypussy. The firm cheeks were round, full, pale and unblemished. The clean hole was pink, with just a few whisps of blond hair. It looked so tight, tender and inviting; it was meant to be fucked.  

Ricky was now nude, his gold Jesus medal on its gold chain was around his neck. He was holding a bottle of baby oil. He put it over his dick, drizzled his tool, then drizzled the sobbing Greg’s ass crack. To keep Greg in place for his deflowering, Ricky had grabbed hold of Greg’s green T-shirt and held it like a harness.

Ricky put his dick on Greg’s ass crack and slowly got the tip and then the head in Greg’s hole as Greg howled in agony, continuing to do so while losing his anal virginity. His insides involuntarily and naturally stretched and split open to accommodate the first big dick he would take; he was fully penetrated by Ricky.

“Jesus Christ! So fucking tight” Ricky sighed after he got his dick all the way in. He kept it there savoring the exquisite sensations of this formerly virgin hole now clamping around his manhood.

“Yo, Chico! I just popped your cherry! I’m your first man, my dick was the first in your mouth and it’s the first in your ass, you’ll never forget me!” Ricky roared as began fucking Greg. He thrust his athletic hips back and forth, his hard dick going in and out of Greg’s ass. He’d slow down his rhythm, teasing Greg by just leaving the tip in for a while, then slamming it all the way in again. Ricky could go and last for quite a while. Greg’s first fuck was a major event.  

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” When he pulled his big soft dick out of Greg’s ass, there was a loud whoosh and a stream of cum oozed from Greg’s pillaged hole.

Greg seemed more acclimated to it and less noisy when Luis wearing his gold Jesus medal on its gold chain around his neck, was purposefully fucking him. By the time nude Martin fucked him, Greg offered little resistance, seeming to have embraced his new role. The three men left the bedroom, with Greg weeping.

They took turns in the bathroom taking showers. After they all refreshed themselves, they were in the living room smoking Marlboro Reds, doing tequila shots and talking.

“Great job!” said Ricky.

“I know how to pick them” laughed Martin. “We’ll be in touch” he said as he left.  

                                                                      ***

One night a month later, Martin went into Tully’s, a hustler bar on 40th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues. It was across from the Port Authority, next to it was a room-by-the hour trashy hotel.

The smoke-filled place was crowded with a clientele of mostly older guys in suits, casual men and blue-collar types in overalls. Amidst them were the hustlers, skinny white boys in slutty outfits working the room. Nearby were their pimps keeping an eye on them, making sure they didn’t get into trouble.

Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” played at full volume as Martin’s green eyes wandered across the lusty panorama, spotting the radiant Greg. He was standing at the bar sipping a tequila shot, amiably and confidentially talking to an older white man in a suit who was groping his ass.  

Greg’s long blond hair was in a red headband. He was wearing his hustler uniform which showcased his sleek sexy body; a pink crop-top tank top, short-short tight denim cutoffs emphasizing his fine round ass, his crotch and a pair of red sneakers. Over his left shoulder was a medium-sized red purse. On his right bicep was a tattoo, R & L.

Martin ordered a tequila shot. Luis swaggered over, wearing a tight light gray suit which highlighted his physique and ample crotch. He had on a tie-less black silk shirt, mostly unbuttoned, displaying his chest, its black hair and his gold Jesus medal.   

“Hey, how’s it going?!” He and Martin shook hands, Martin noticed a gold ring with a ruby. “Same old, same old” laughed Martin. Luis gave Martin an envelope which he put in his black leather jacket.

“Chico sure has taken to the life” said Luis.

“I see” said Martin winking, as they watched Greg stride off with his trick to the next-door hotel.

“Damn straight! Chico is a hard worker, a big earner, he gets down to business with that sweet mouth. He’s on a schedule working the porno store on 43rd and 8th, giving blowjobs in the buddy booths for ten bucks a pop. He’s there from 7:00 Am to 9:00 Am to catch the morning commuters, then noon to 2:00 for lunchtime, then 5:00 to 7:00 for afterwork commuters. Shit, man! He cleans up there! That purse is fucking crammed with 10-dollar-bills at the end of the day!”

“He goes home to the apartment in between shifts to take it easy and play his guitar. He’s here at night turning tricks, he’s real popular. He takes Sundays off; we treat him right!” laughed Luis.

“You sure do treat him right, he’s blossomed” said Martin.

Ricky arrived identically dressed as Luis was, even with a gold ring with a ruby.

“I noticed that new tattoo” laughed Martin.

“Hey! That was Chico’s idea! He saw a lot of the other hos have tattoos. He just wanted to show he’s tight with us, that’s all. It’s not like he’s our property or anything like that” laughed Ricky.  

Martin learned what happened the day after he brought Greg over

                                                               ***

The next morning, Ricky and Luis entered the bedroom, Greg was laying nude in the bed staring into space.

“Good morning” said Ricky.

“Sleep well?” asked Luis who was carrying Greg’s backpack and guitar.

“Thanks for stopping by, we all had a good time. Here’s your stuff, do you want us to call you a cab? Where to?” asked Ricky. Greg was crying.

“Hey, man it’s tough. You’re in a new place with only a few dollars and nowhere to go, it’s rough out there. No one cares about you back home. We’re all close now, you can stay with us, you’d have your own room” said Luis.

“You’re a high school dropout; what kind of job are you going get? We can help you” said Ricky.

“How?” said Greg.

“You can work for us” said Luis.

“Doing what?” said Greg.

“Doing what you did yesterday. You’re a hot piece of ass, shit, my dick gets so hard looking at you, those sweet dick-sucking lips you have. Lots of guys would love to fuck you, they’d pay for it. Plenty of kids like you started out taking dick, there’s no shame in it” said Ricky.

“Oh, I don’t know! I don’t know what I’m doing!” wailed Greg.

“Hey, cut the shit. You know you like dick, own up to it” said Ricky.

“It’ll be alright, we’ll help you out. We can get you started. I’m telling you; you would do well with us, making money to put in your pocket” said Luis.

“Thanks, I guess I could try it” said Greg.

“If you don’t like it, you can stop. You can leave here whenever you want” said Ricky.

“All right” said Greg in a low voice.

“You’re our ho and we’re your pimps, say it” said Ricky.

“I’m your ho and you’re my pimps” whispered Greg.

“You call us papi, say it again” said Luis.

“Papi, I’m your ho and you’re my pimps” said Greg.

Ricky and Luis sat on the bed, pulled down their gym shorts and took their dicks out. “Listen up, you’ll be paid to please. You gotta learn to give a great blowjob, you gotta do better than yesterday, you gotta get a guy off and swallow. We’ll teach you; it don’t matter how long it takes” said Ricky.

So, the morning was spent tutoring Greg in the fine art of cocksucking. “Hey, look up and into your man’s eyes when you’re sucking! It shows respect and acknowledges his power.” Greg learned deepthroating on the brothers’ dicks. “Hey! Spend some time licking balls! Guys want their balls licked, feels real good!”

“Hey, stroke my dick while your sucking Ricky’s. Sometimes you’ll be with two or more guys together, you gotta keep’em all happy” said Luis.

A few hours later, Greg completed his training, achieving the desired results.

“Good boy!” hollered Ricky as he came in Greg’s mouth. “That’s it, Chico! Swallow! Swallow it down! Fuck! That was a fucking great blowjob, Chico! I knew you could do it!” Ricky patted Greg’s damp hair, his face was flushed, his lips glistened with traces of Ricky’s cum. “Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah!” moaned Luis as Greg worked on his piece. “Oh, baby, get ready! Oh, yeah, baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Greg expertly chugged down his second load.  

“Fuck, yeah! We’re all ready to make some fucking money!” yelled Rickey. Greg had his first day of blow and go’s at the porno store and his first night being a ho at Tully’s. While standing at the bar looking cute and slutty, he had his first customer right away, a big Black bus driver.

Greg worked the porno store and Tully’s six days straight. On Sunday, Ricky, Luis and Greg were at the Howard Johnson’s on 46th and Broadway having fried clams and ice cream sundaes. They walked through Times Square and then to 34th Street to see the Empire State Building. Greg had his first subway ride to downtown where they took a sightseeing cruise boat and saw the Statue of Liberty. They had dinner in Chinatown, then took a subway ride back to Times Square where they watched a horror movie in a 42nd Street theater.

Back home, they were in Ricky and Luis’ bedroom, all nude in their bed, Greg was between them. “Gracias, papis, I had a great time today!” he said while stroking his pimps’ hard dicks. He showed his pimps gratitude for all they had done for him by simultaneously and passionately sucking their dicks.

Of his own accord he got on his hands and knees to get fucked. He now desired it, bucking his ass to receive their dicks. “Si, papi! Si, papi” he whined as Ricky fucked him. “Muy, muy bien papi!” he cried when Luis was fucking him, he came on the bedsheet. “Yo, I made you cum Chico! Chico, you’re a real punk!” “Si, papi.” Greg slept with them every night

                                                                  ***      

With “Le Freak” blaring through Tully’s, after 30 minutes, Greg sauntered back, having satisfied his customer. He walked past Martin, smiling at him, headed to Luis who patted his ass and handed him the brothers’ share. From his purse, Greg took out a Chapstick, moistened his lips, and started to walk away to go back to work.

“Hold up, Chico! Hey bro, want a session with Chico before he gets busy again?” said Ricky.

“Fuck yeah! I’m up for it!” laughed Martin, pointing to the hardon in his black jeans. “I’m itching to try the goods again” he said groping Greg’s ass in his denim cutoffs.

“You got it, bro! On the house of course” laughed Ricky. “Chico, pay for the room, show your man how good you are now.”

"Si, papi” said Greg in a cheery voice.  

They left the bar and walked into the next-door hotel. Greg went into his purse, paid the desk clerk, was given a key and he and Martin walked upstairs to the third floor, to the dingy room.

Martin sat on the edge of the bed. Greg was on the floor between Martin’s stretched legs, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. He took Martin’s thick hard seven-and half-inch cut dick in his mouth and slobbered on it.

“You wanted excitement, you sure got it, lots of attention and more money than you’d make otherwise. You’re a lucky boy!” Martin lit up a Marlboro Red, smoking it while getting his dick sucked.

Martin was awestruck, Greg had developed into a prime cocksucker. He’d come a long way since his first time a month ago when he was an innocent confused kid with a guitar. He licked Martin’s dick with gusto, did his balls with flair and deepthroated with fervor. Martin pulled his dick out of Greg’s mouth.

Greg got up, took off his cut-offs and crop-top and was now in just a jockstrap. He opened his purse and took out a tube of Vaseline, he prepared Martin’s dick and his ass. Martin had gotten off the bed and was now sitting on a chair. He wanted to sit back and enjoy how far Greg had come since he’d been broken in.

Greg sat on Martin’s dick and rode it with force, as if his life depended on pleasing Martin and getting him off, while sniffing poppers from the bottle he’d taken out of his purse. Up and down, he repeatedly fucked himself on Martin’s dick like a bitch in heat, sighing with joy as he took it up his ass, he sure had gotten used to and now obviously liked getting fucked. Martin was exhilarated by his handiwork and soon came in Greg.

After Greg pulled himself off Martin, he went into his purse, took out moist towelettes, cleaned Martin’s dick and balls, wiped his ass and threw the soiled sundries in a trash can. He and Martin got dressed. “Don’t forget your purse” said Martin.

As Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” played, Martin and Greg were back at Tully’s. Ricky and Luis were at the bar with a tall good looking Black man in his mid-30’s wearing a white tracksuit who was giving Ricky and envelope. Luis indicated for Greg to stay, he stood near the men.

“Chico treat you right?” said Luis.

“Chico is a real fucking pro” grinned Martin, patting Greg’s ass.

“Big Al, this is Martin” said Ricky introducing them. Martin noticed the snake hanging down the leg of Big Al’s tracksuit, and understood his nickname. “Martin discovered Chico.”

“No shit Mr. Martin!” boomed Big Al in a deep voice, shaking Martin’s hand. “A man with an eye for talent! I haven’t come across many hos who can take me. I fucked Chico every night this week since I’ve been in New York. I don’t want anyone else!” he said patting the blushing Greg’s head. “This here boy, sucks a mighty damn good dick and knows how to work that tight little ass of his!” he said fondling Greg’s ass.     

“I hear you Big Al, I just fucked it!” laughed Martin, patting Greg’s ass.

“Then you know what I’m saying! Hey, I’m flying back to Chicago in the morning, we were all heading to my hotel to party, want to join us?”

“Sure, thanks, Big Al!”

They left Tully’s and hailed a taxi. Martin sat in the front with the driver. From the mirror he could see Greg sandwiched among Ricky, Luis and Big Al in the back. They got to the Essex House and went to up Big Al’s suite.

The men sat on the living room sofa, on the coffee table were small spoons and the bowl of grade-A cocaine Big Al had put out. They snorted, sipped cognac, told stories and laughed.

“I’m ready now for my session!” boomed Big Al tugging on the hard pipe in the pants of his white tracksuit, its giant head was visibly outlined in it.

“Go to it, Big Al!” laughed Ricky.

They followed Big Al to the bedroom. Greg was standing around in his jockstrap. Big Al took off his tracksuit. His nude lean dark body was impressive as he stood erect.

“Damn, Big Al! Chico wasn’t kidding, you’re all he’s been talking about for days!” exclaimed Luis looking at Big Al’s dick.

“Nine and half inches of choice meat, what the white boys love!” proudly declared Big Al.

His cut dick was like a stunning work of art. A long black column of pulsing flesh capped by a magnificent, ridged head. His billiard ball-sized balls hung below. Big Al reached into his nearby tracksuit pocket and pulled out a small vial. He opened it and laid out two lines of cocaine on his stiff thick long dick. He snapped his fingers, “You know the drill, baby.”

Greg went over to Big Al, bent down and snorted the coke off his dick.

“Chico likes his blow” laughed Ricky.

Greg then knelt before Big Al, his hands were on the floor, his back was arched, his jockstrapped ass was exposed, his neck and head were raised, he resembled a bookend. He stared up at Big Al, kissed the head of his dick, and opened his mouth.

The pimps stood watching silently with expressions of wonderment and pride as their coke-fueled find fellated Big Al.

Wearing his red headband around his blond hair, with his bulging blue eyes, Greg had stretched his mouth to epic proportions to take in Big Al’s joint. His head bobbed on it; his tongue swirled across the expanse of dark flesh.

“Oh, yeah baby, that’s it, hit that sweet spot baby, like you know how” moaned Big Al as Greg licked the area under the head of Big Al’s dick. Greg gave Big Al’s balls divine treatment, gobbling and suckling each one. Then he went back to cocksucking.

Big Al pulled his dick out of Greg’s mouth. It gleamed with Greg’s saliva, a long strand of precum dangled from the slit. Big Al laid out another two lines of cocaine on his throbbing dick. Greg eagerly snorted them up. “Ready for me, baby?” “Yes, Big Al,” Greg went to the bed, got on his back and spread his legs.

Big Al took a bottle of lotion and coated his ramrod. He poured lots on Greg’s asscrack and stuck two big fingers inside Greg, twisted them and repeatedly shoved them in and out of the sobbing Greg. Big Al took his fingers out. He raised up Greg’s legs, his well-primed was asshole exposed.

“You want my dick, baby?” whispered Big Al as the tip of his dick touched Greg’s hole.

“Oh yes, Big Al! I want your dick! Please fuck me Big Al!”

Big Al began his entry into the babbling Greg’s boypussy. That tiny white hole stretched around the width and girth of Big Al’s big black dick. Those huge balls nestled on Greg’s ass cheeks. He let his dick rest a while in Greg. Then, he began fucking. In and out of Greg’s boypussy went that dark log at a steady, gentle yet sensuous pace, those huge balls slapping ass. It was as though Big Al was making love to Greg. Indeed, Big Al bent his head down and kissed Greg on the mouth, while fucking him. Greg had his hands around Big Al creating a tableau of black and white entwined skin. They continued kissing and fucking.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” wailed Greg.

“Getting close, baby?”

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes, Big Al!”

Big Al intensified his fucking.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I’m cumming! Oh, god, I’m cumming, Big Al!”

Big Al pounded Greg for a while, then pulled out, his engorged dick gleamed with various juices. He stood, wiped his dick with a towel and lay down on his back next to Greg in the bed. Greg started sucking the dick that had just been in his ass fucking him. Big Al stroked Greg’s hair as his head bobbed up and down.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby.”

Big Al let out a yell as he came in Greg’s mouth. Greg gulped down much of Big Al’s large load, then took his mouth off Big Al’s dick, it was now squirting cum all over Greg’s happy face and splashing his hair. These temporary lovers lay panting, sweaty and fulfilled.

“Let’s get cleaned up” smiled Big Al to Greg who had gobs of dripping cum on his face and drying in his hair. They rose and went to the bathroom. The door was left open, and Greg’s pimps witnessed the lovely sight of the nude Black Big Al with his flopping dong and balls towering over white Greg, tenderly washing him with a sponge as they showered together, the sponge caressed the ass that had just been ravaged. On the floor was Greg’s jockstrap soiled with his load of cum that he shot from getting fucked by Big Al, there were extras in his purse. They dried themselves off, Big Al put on a red velour bathrobe and Greg was dressed again in his hustler outfit.

In the living room, the men smoked Big Al’s Cuban cigars and sipped more cognac. Big Al poured out a glass for Greg, who stood near him as he didn’t feel like sitting down and sipped it. There was collective good cheer.

“Well, we’re going to get going” said Ricky.

“Thanks for stopping by” grinned Big Al.

“Hey, get in touch when you’re in town again” said Luis.

“You bet!”

“Here’s a present for you, baby” Big Al said to Greg as he handed him a small vial of cocaine

“Thanks, Big Al” said Greg who put it in his purse.  

They took a taxi back to Tully’s

“Well, I have to catch a bus, business, you know” said Martin.

“See you soon” said Ricky.

“Take care” said Luis.

“Be good, Chico” said Martin as headed to the Port Authority.

“Thank you” said Greg.

Ricky, Luis and Greg went into Tully’s, The Bee Gees’ “Tragedy” was blasting.

                                                               ***

In the summer of 1997, I, Patrick, was at a lavish Fire Island house, I’d accompanied a friend to a party. I was on the patio, reclining in a deck chair with a cocktail. The owner introduced himself. Martin was then 42, well-built and with his slicked back black hair was quite handsome in his red-striped shorts with a prominent bulge, black Brooks Brothers polo shirt and black Gucci loafers.

I was aware of him as a major gay porn producer and asked him how he got into porn.

“I started out as a hunter and one thing led to another.”

“Hunting deer led you to making fuck films?”

“No, I hunted boys...” After several cocktails Martin was inclined to offer me this confessional. Greg was memorable, he was the first prey Martin bagged. Well preserved in middle-age, I could comprehend how the sensual Martin in his younger years and even then, with his magnetism, charisma and charm could seduce vulnerable mixed-up naïfs into whoredom and porn. Martin’s craftiness made him wealthy, many of his porn films are vintage classics.  

“What happened to Greg?”

“Oh, after a year, he aged out, Ricky and Luis sent him on his way, I found them a replacement. I ran into Greg a few months later on the Westside piers turning tricks on his own with guys in parked cars and trucks. He seemed okay, that’s the last I know of him.”

 “As Times Square got cleaned up, Ricky and Luis each got married, had kids and settled down in Westchester. They own a restaurant and are doing very well. I stop by occasionally for a drink and to talk old times. All that stuff was years ago, ah whatever.”

I was turned on by Martin, but being 37, I wasn’t his type. Martin’s much younger companion, that year’s pornstar bottom came over and they went off together.

A few months later, I met up with three friends at a gay dive bar on Christopher Street that I’d never been to as I usually went to Chelsea. The bartender was a rugged good-looking blond guy in his mid-30’s wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt. I noticed the R & L tattoo on his right bicep. I ordered the first round of our complicated girly drinks. The bartender made them with pizzaz, I paid and left a $20 tip.

“Hey! Thanks a lot! I’m Greg” said the bartender.

“My pleasure, Greg.”

While socializing with my friends at our table, I watched Greg. He was a great bartender, so quick, efficient and friendly with all the customers. A burly shaven-headed Black man entered, he and Greg kissed. The Black man sat at the bar, Greg made him a drink and they chatted.