Wild Kingdom II

“Come on kid, we’ll celebrate your first week on the job, we’ll blow of some steam” grinned Officer Mark Bratton in the locker room of the New York City Police Department’s Midtown Precinct North on 54th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues. It was September 1981.

 The good-looking Mark was 28, brown-haired, muscular and six feet tall. He’d been on the force for five years and lived on Staten Island where he grew up, with his wife and two little kids. His previous partner passed the sergeant’s exam and had moved on. Mark was now the senior partner.

 His rookie colleague was 23-year-old Charles “Chuck” Murphy. He was medium height, slim and had red hair. After graduating from Queens College, he completed training at the police academy. He lived in a house in Astoria with his parents. His was father was on the force at a desk job in Harlem, he was a few years away from retirement.

 Mark and Chuck drove around Hell’s Kitchen in a patrol car. The week had been eventful with busting muggers, dope dealers and shoplifters. Responding to a domestic abuse report had been the most serious event.

 “Uh sure, Mark! Whatever you say” said Chuck. The men had changed out of their blue uniforms and were in street clothes of jeans and pullovers. They walked to Ninth Avenue and cabbed to 40th Street.

 They got out by the hustler bar Tully’s, across from the Port Authority. Those in the know, knew it to be a dive with boys for sale. Billy Joel’s “Don’t’ Ask Me Why” was blasting as they swaggered in. Chuck was amazed at the sight of the all-male crowd of young and older. Mark led him to the back area past the mob of hustlers and johns. A burly security guard smiled at Mark as he and Chuck walked into a separate area. They sat across each other in a booth. A skinny young guy came over.

 “Two Dewar’s on the rocks” said Mark, lighting up a Marlboro Red.

 “You come to places like this?” asked Chuck.

 “Look around kid, this is the VIP section, most of us here are off-duty guys on the job, the others are connected one way or another. My ex-partner brought me here after my first week. It’s place where guys like us can relieve our tensions” laughed Mark. The waiter brought them their drinks, they clinked glasses.

 “Hey, Officer Bratton! Good to see you” said a muscular Latin guy in a tight light gray suit and black button-down shirt.

 “Good evening Ricky, we’re celebrating Officer Murphy’s first week on the job.”

 “Congratulations Officer Murphy! So, are you all looking for a good time?”

 “Oh yeah, we could use a good time.”

 “Cool, I got just the thing for you. Been here only three days, he’s broken in, fresh talent” smiled Ricky.

 “Sounds like just what we need.”

 “I got you Officer Bratton! It’ll be about 20 minutes.”

 “Cool.”

 Mark ordered two more drinks to pass the time.

 “Good evening officers, I’m Lloyd” said a medium height brown-haired handsome thin 18-year-old guy in a friendly voice. He was wearing a pink tank top, short cut-off jeans, red sneakers and carrying a medium-sized red purse.

 “Have a seat, Lloyd” said Mark indicating Chuck. Lloyd sat in the booth next to Chuck.

 “We’re going to finish our drinks and then you’re going to give us have a good time” smiled Mark.

 “Yes officer, I’m going to give you and your partner a very good time” smiled Lloyd as he put his hand under the table and groped Chuck’s jean-encased crotch.

 Chuck blushed and sipped his Dewar’s. He’d dated and been with a few girls but otherwise was pretty straightlaced. His seven-inch cut dick was rock hard and dripping as Lloyd massaged it while groping his balls through his jeans. Holy shit! Chuck was so fucking excited at this new situation.

 “Shall we?” said Mark finishing off his Dewar’s.

 “Certainly, officer” said Lloyd, taking his hand off Chuck’s crotch, then getting out of the booth.

 The two cops each with their hardons straining through their jeans followed Lloyd out of the VIP room, and through the jammed bar as The Clash’s “London Calling” blasted, they were outside. Mark and Chuck followed Llyod into the faded lobby of the Elk Inn, next to Tully’s. Lloyd went to the front desk, gave money to the clerk and was given a key. Lloyd led the two cops up the stairs to the second floor and opened a room door. It was a standard small hotel room. A single bed, and some crummy furniture. They all went in.

 Chuck was nervous and didn’t know how it was supposed to go, so he followed Marks’ lead. Mark undid his belt, unzipped, pulled down his jeans, then his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his seven and half thick cut dick, his hairy balls dangled. Chuck did the same, he stroked his seven-inch cut dick, his hairy balls dangled. From his purse, Lloyd took out a pair of kneepads and put them on, to avoid rugburn.

 Lloyd dropped to his knees, opened his sweet mouth and as Mark was the senior partner, took his dick in his mouth. He grasped Chuck’s dick with his hand.

 “Jesus fucking Christ!” moaned Mark as Lloyd was licking the underside area of his dickhead. “Kid, we got us a fantastic cocksucker!”

 Chuck’s eye’s widened as he watched his partner getting his dick sucked, as Lloyd gave his rod slick with precum a hand job. Lloyd fondled Mark’s balls as he licked his cock shaft. Both cops were transfixed as Lloyd began deepthroating Mark’s joint. The prime hunk of man flesh was engulfed by Lloyd’s young mouth down to the base where his tongue pleasured the whole hog. His lack of gag reflex was amazing. Soon, with the knowing instinct of a first-class whore who knew his trick was on the brink of climaxing, Lloyd slowly slid his mouth off Mark’s cock. It glistened with the sheen of saliva and precum.

 Lloyd took Chuck’s cock in his mouth and began licking and worshiping the rookie’s meat. Chuck’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head as Lloyd gave him head. Chuck was only mildly sexually experienced and had never gotten such an expert blow job before. The girls he’d been with had been reluctant to do it and he’d never thought about going to a whore as he had been focused on his studies. Now, he was in a moaning state of ecstasy as he felt the glory of this pro cocksucker’s efforts on his piece. Lloyd lightly stroked Mark’s throbbing cock, careful to give him pleasure but not get him off. Lloyd continued bobbing his head up and down on Chuck’s cock.

 “Ever fuck a punk up the ass?” asked Mark.

 “Uh, no” said Chuck in low voice.

 “Watch me and learn.”

 That was Lloyd’s cue to take his mouth of Chuck’s dick. Mark took his clothes off, so then did Chuck. Lloyd stripped down to his white jockstrap, removed a jar of Vaseline from his purse, he smeared his hole with it and handed the jar to Mark. “On your back” Mark growled.

 Lloyd got in the bed, positioning his upper body on the pillows, and raised his legs. His ass cheeks were framed by his jockstrap’s straps, the pouch contained his hard dick and balls. Between his cheeks was his small rosebud hairless hole .

 Mark smeared Vaseline on his fully erect cock and tossed the jar to Chuck who caught it. Mark raised Lloyd’s legs higher, he bucked his hips and with one firm swift thrust, shoved his seven-and-a-half-inch thick cock straight in and up Lloyd’s chute. Lloyd yelped as he was penetrated by cop cock. Mark roughly pounded away at Lloyd.

 “See kid, the rougher the better! It’s feels good for the man and the punk! They like it rough!”

 The nude and hard Chuck sat on a nearby chair, watching his possessed partner ferociously fuck Lloyd. Chuck took it all in, his partner’s muscular body’s brutality which Lloyd took in stride. Mark was a real man and one to look up to and learn from. Chuck was anxious and ready to fuck a punk up the ass.   

 Mark’s fucking had a maniacal edge as he took out his life frustrations on Llyod’s ass. That Mark had shown promise as a baseball player but was pressured into being a cop like his retired father, that he resented being forced to marry the girl he got pregnant, every disappointment in his life fueled his fucking. Lloyd took the assault like a pro.

 Mark let out a primordial wail, he pulled his cock out of Lloyd’s ass, his cock erupted with furious blasts of cum which splattered all over Llyod’s chest, some of the liquid even landed on Lloyd’s face.

 “No sloppy seconds!” chuckled the glowing, panting and sated Mark. “We’re partners, whoever goes first, cums outside. He’s all yours.”

 Chuck greased up his cock and shoved it fast into and up Llyod’s chute. WHOA! Chuck felt Lloyd’s insides split open and clamp around his cock. Fuck! These sensations were almost like fucking pussy! Friction was friction, and Chuck got into the groove of fucking punk ass.

 Mark sat smoking a Marlboro Red watching his partner fuck Lloyd. Mark was proud and optimistic. “This kid is alright; he’s got the right instincts and learns fast” he thought.

 Chuck gutturally bellowed as his dick began shooting his load in Lloyd. Chuck triumphantly pulled his dick out of Llyod, hearing the whoosh sound it made. He saw his cum dripping out Llyod’s stretched out hole. He took a seat near Mark who smoked another cigarette. The two satisfied warriors sat with their legs stretched as Lloyd who had gotten baby wipes from his purse, cleaned up his tricks’ dicks and balls. Mark and Chuck stood up and got dressed. They left the hotel room and returned to the VIP section of Tully’s. Rink Springfield’s “Jesse’s Girl” was blasting.

 The skinny waiter brought them to two more Dewar’s on the rocks, there was no charge again, nor had there been a charge for Lloyd’s services. Mark and Chuck were princes of the city.

 “You did good kid” said Mark.

 “Thanks” said Chuck.

 “We’re going to get along real well.”

 “Hey!” said Ricky stopping by the booth. “The ho treat you right?”

 “Very right! He gave 100% service for both of us!” laughed Mark. “Ricky, you always get the best hos!”

 “Happy to hear! I’m a mighty fine talent scout, and I personally train my bitches” said the smiling Ricky, tugging on the visibly ample crotch in his tight light gray suit trousers.

 “Well, you trained a thoroughbred! Right, kid?”

 “Fucking A! I’m still seeing stars!” laughed Chuck.

 “Whenever you want a good time, you know who to come to.” said Ricky. “Take it easy, officers.”

 They finished their drinks. Mark went to his car and drove home to Staten Island. Chuck went to the subway to get home to Queens. They would see each other again after their two days off.

                                                                          ***

 Five days earlier, Lloyd’s bus from Minneapolis pulled in at the Port Authority. He had graduated from high school that June, he’d spent the summer working in a supermarket, saving up money for his ambitious plan. Instead of going to college, he would come to New York City to be an actor. He was on the drama club in high school, exhibiting talent and receiving praise from Mr. Hansen, the drama teacher. Lloyd’s parents wished him well.

 Lloyd got a small room at the 63rd Street Y. He spent his first day sightseeing, visiting the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. The next day he went to the school Mr. Hansen recommended, the HB Studio on Bank Street in Greenwich Village. The basement classroom had about 20 students, mostly young with some older people. The teacher, William Hickey was a garrulous small white-haired man with glasses who smoked a lot and sipped from a seltzer bottle as he commented on the students’ performances.

 “I see a sensitive talented boy with tremendous potential” was William’s Hickey’s declaration after Lloyd performed Tom’s monologue from Tennessee Williams’ The Glass Menagerie, that first day.

 “Hey, you were great!” said a smiling young guy in a pleasing deep voice, to Lloyd when the class was over.

 “Thanks!” said Lloyd.

 “We should do a scene together, are you free to get a coffee?”

 “Sure!”

 “I’m Martin” said the guy. He was 25, tall, thin, dark-haired and handsome. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt. They walked up Bank Street, to the Bus Stop Café and sat at a table. They had coffee; Martin smoked Marlboro Reds. In an hour, the inquisitive Martin heard Lloyd’s life story and that Lloyd had enough money for a month and would need to find a job while going to acting classes and auditioning.

 Martin suggested that they do a scene from Death of a Salesman, between the two brothers, Biff and Happy. Martin paid the check. Martin lived a few blocks away on Morton Street, since Lloyd wasn’t doing anything, they went to Martin’s place to read from the play.

 Martin’s two-room apartment was in an old building. They sat on a couch and read the scene a few times. Lloyd was so excited! He was in New York and going to be an actor!.

 They were sitting close to each other on the couch, Martin leaned in and kissed Lloyd on the mouth! Holy fuck! The stunned Lloyd responded by opening his mouth, their tongues meshed.

 Lloyd had known he was gay from early on but told no one. Being gay was shameful and a disgrace. Still, he knew what he liked but kept it a secret. He claimed to be too busy with schoolwork and the drama club to have a girlfriend. He made friends with Alan, a boy in the drama club. In Alan’s bedroom they explored. The made out and learned how to suck each other off. Lloyd knew that to be an actor he would have to seem straight so he’d believable playing scenes with women.

 Now, he was alone with the handsome Martin being kissed, it felt so good. Feeling Martin’s stubble on his face, made Llyod’s seven inch cut dick even harder. They’re hands explored each other’s bodies as they made out. Lloyd’s hands found themselves on the mound in the crotch of Martin’s black jeans. Martin undid his belt, unzipped and slid them down, he wasn’t wearing underwear.

 Lloyd took in the sight of Martin’s beautiful seven and half inch cut dick and burly balls. Martin caressed the back of Lloyd’s neck. Lloyd opened his mouth and took in Martin’s dick. He was inexperienced at big sucking dick, his school friend’s was a good deal smaller. Still, Lloyd’s basic technique was pleasing Martin, who moaned as Lloyd forged ahead giving head to only a second and remarkable cock. Martin scooped up his balls, Lloyd got the message and suckled on them.

 “Now, deepthroat me” sighed Martin.

 Lloyd tried his best to go down to the base of Martin’s cock and did with difficulty. His head went up and down on it, gagging, choking and becoming teary eyed.

 “Pretty good, you’ll learn. Let’s go to the bed.”

 Lloyd followed Martin into the small bedroom. Martin took of his clothes, so did the shy Lloyd. Lloyd was stunned at how sexy Martin looked, with his sleek toned torso and big hard dick jutting forward. Martin embraced Lloyd, their hard dicks rubbed against each other’s. Their hand roamed all over their nude bodies. Martin groped Lloyd’s firm gorgeous ass, he fingered Lloyd’s virgin hole.

 “Uh, I haven’t done that before” said Lloyd in a hushed voice. Lloyd had not really thought about fucking or getting fucked much. He was aware of it, that it was part of being a gay man.

 “Oh, that’s sweet, I’m honored to be your first” said Martin, kissing Lloyd. “Now, go to the bed on your hands and knees, I’ll take of everything, you’re going to love it, boys like you do.”

 Lloyd got on the bed on his hands and knees. Martin arranged him properly so that his back was arched, and his ass was spread upward. Martin spread a gob of Vaseline on his cock and lathered Lloyd’s ass crack with plenty of Vaseline. He stuck a finger in Lloyd’s ass, feeling the tightness and it contract around his finger. He stuck it in and out a few times. Lloyd’s dick was so hard, and his young balls dangled.

 The tip of Martin’s dick rested at Lloyd’s hole.

 “OHHH!” shouted Lloyd’s as he felt Martin’s dick slowly enter him.

 “Shhh. I know, but once we get going, you’re going to feel so good, you’re going want it again and again.”

 Martin had his strong hands firmly on Llyod’s hips. He got his cock further in. Lloyd was shocked and excited at the same time as felt his insides spreading open to take Martin’s cock. The pain was tremendous, he tried to stifle his whimpering. He had tears in his eyes. He felt Martin’s balls resting on his ass cheeks. Martin was all the way in. Martin slowly pulled out, then he slowly went in again. Lloyd was sobbing. Now, Martin accelerated his, ramming his cock in and out of Llyod’s ass at a faster pace. Lloyd was really getting fucked for the first time!

 Lloyd wasn’t in pain anymore; he was digging it! He felt a tremendous rush of pleasure each time Martin shoved his cock back in him. Lloyd was happy, happy that he was so lucky at being fucked for the first time by a sexy man.

 “See! I told you would love it!” sighed Martin as he kissed the back of Lloyd’s neck as he fucked him.

 “OH! OH! OH MY GOD!” wailed Lloyd as he 18-year-old seven-inch dick shot its first load from getting fucked. Lloyd blasted cum all over Martin’s bed. Martin kept fucking, and was ready to cum, having gotten Lloyd off. Lloyd felt Martin’s cock spasming and then felt the new sensations of his innards flooded with gushes of cum, he nearly passed out from the unexpected thrills he experienced this afternoon. Martin pulled his cock out of Lloyd. Lloyd now had the odd and unfamiliar of his body having just been filled by dick, and now it felt so empty.

 Martin got towels and they cleaned up. The lay in the bed next to each other glowing. “That was great!” said the beaming Martin, lighting up a Marlboro Red. “Thank you” said Lloyd, he kissed Martin. They took turns bathing in the kitchen tub. Now dressed and clean they left. “I bet you must have quite an appetite now!” said Martin, “I know I do! I’ll take you for the greatest burgers!”

 They were at a table in the old-time gay bar Julius, eating the greatest burgers and the drinking beers. Lloyd was excited at being in his first gay bar, he was around all these men of different ages and types who were just like him. He was aware that guys were looking at him and felt good about that. He thought about which ones he’d like to have sex with and imagined what their dicks were like. They finished their burgers and Martin bought them another round of beers.

 “Hey, I going to hang out with some friends, you’re welcome to join me” said Martin.

 “Sure, I don’t have anything planned” said Lloyd.

 They took the A train from West 4th Street and got out at 42nd Street and 8th Avenue. 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 Lloyd, this is Ricky and Luis” said Martin.

 Ricky was 26 and Luis was 24, 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 as they wore no underwear. Their red tank tops showed off their physiques, their chest hair and the gold chains around their necks. Lloyd was transfixed by the sight of them.

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

 Lloyd sat down on the couch next to Martin, they were joined by Ricky and Luis.

 “Let’s watch some TV” said Luis.

 He was turning the channels.

 “Oh! I love The Wizard of Oz!” said the happy Lloyd. It had just begun.

 “You got it kid!”

 They drank tequila shots while watching the movie all snug together on the couch. Ricky lit up a joint which was passed around. Everyone was buzzed, especially Lloyd, who’d never had more than beer before and only tried pot a few times.

 Eventually, Ricky and Luis stood, they tossed off their tank tops and gym shorts and sat back down. They were now nude, each was stroking their thick hard eight-inch tan dicks, their massive balls hung off the edge of the couch.

 Lloyd stared at them and then went back to watching the movie.

 “Go on” whispered Martin in Lloyd’s ear, “You want to.”

 Lloyd, flying from beer, tequila and pot, got up and then got on his knees before Ricky and Luis. He opened his mouth wide and took Ricky’s log in. Fueled by alcohol and pot, and fascinated by the sight and smell of Puerto Rican dick, Lloyd was compelled to slather his tongue all over Ricky’s joint.

 “Deepthroat it, baby, go all the way down” soothingly said Ricky. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, it feels so good…” Lloyd kept working on Ricky’s joint.

 “Martin, you were so fucking right about this bitch! Great potential here!”

 Ricky pulled Lloyd’s head off his cock; Lloyd then began sucking Luis’ dick. Lloyd’d skills had improved. “Oh yeah, that’s it!” yelled Luis. Ricky got off the couch and pulled Llyod off Luis’ dick.

 “We’re gonna really try you out” said Ricky groping Lloyd ass. They went to a bedroom; everyone took off their clothes. As if by rote, the nude Lloyd got in the bed and got into doggie position. Ricky greased his cock up and Lloyd’s hole. This time there was no fingering first or coaxing, Ricky just rammed his pinga straight in and up Lloyd’s chute. He howled in pain.

 “Hey bitch, quiet yourself down on this!” barked Luis presenting his cock to Lloyd’s face. He took in and began sucking it. Lloyd was now getting it at both ends for the first time by the two brutal brothers. They switched off a few times, Lloyd came twice from the poundings and the brother’s each came in him. Lloyd lay panting and sobbing, he was fucked out.

 “My turn” said Martin, who shoved his dick in Lloyd’s face. Lloyd sucked it.

 “Ok, now get on your back” ordered Martin.

 He raised up Lloyd’s legs and shoved his cock deep in his seeded chute. Instead of the kind and patient lover of this afternoon, Martin was a snarling beast as fucked the shit of the yelping Lloyd, the bed was shaking. They looked into each other’s eyes. Lloyd was overwhelmed by all that had happened. Martin came again in Lloyd. The brothers went to their room. Martin and Lloyd passed out in the bed.

 In the morning, Lloyd woke up alone. He limped to the hallway and found the bathroom. He sat on the toilet and shat out a tremendous amount, he could feel all the cum leaking from ass. He took a long hot shower. He put his clothes back on.

 “Good morning, cutie!” said Ricky. “Breakfast is ready!”

 “Hey!” yelled Lloyd as he saw that his suitcases and things were now in Ricky and Luis’ living room. “What the hell!”

 “Calm down, while you were asleep I got your Y key and brought your stuff. You’re going to live here” said Martin.

 “What the fuck?!” yelled Lloyd.

 “We’ll go over it, now eat, you must be starved after last night” said Martin.

 In the dining room the four young men ate scrambled, bacon, home fries, toast, coffee and orange juice. They were all famished and devoured their meal.

 “Lloyd” said Martin matter of factly, “You’re going to live and we’re going to put you to work.”

 “Doing what?”

 “What you’re good at, sucking dick and getting fucked” said Luis.

 “WHAT?!”

 “You’re beautiful” said Martin, “You enjoy sex, a lot of guys would be willing to pay to have you. You’d get to act, not all guys are as hot us, you’d get to practice acting by pretending that you like them. You’ll make a hell of a lot more money on your knees and bending over then you would be working as a waiter, even after we take out our cut.”

 “You won’t have to pay for your room at the Y, you’ll live with us here, in the other bedroom, we won’t charge you, we’d feed you too. We’ll take care of everything” said Ricky.

 “This is crazy!” yelled Lloyd.

 “Lloyd stop it, you’re a punk and you know it. You like strong men telling you what to do. You need to be put in your place, taking cock. That’s how you ended up here, that’s the truth and you know it. I’ll be seeing you” said Martin as he left.

 After cleaning up from breakfast, Lloyd followed Ricky and Martin to the living room, they watched television. Ricky lit up a joint, he passed it around, Lloyd smoked most of it.

 “Now, we want you to suck us off and swallow down our leche” said Ricky.

 The resigned Lloyd got on his knees and sucked off the two brothers. Their loads were thick and pungent.

 “Okay, we’ve chilled out enough, time for work” said Luis.

 They walked over to 43rd and 8th Avenue, to a porno store. Lloyd was amazed at the scene, with men walking around buying magazines and stuff. They went to the back of the store, “All Male” said the sign as they entered a hallway. The area was filled with booths that showed porno clips for a few minutes for a quarter.

 “It’s easy, you go in a booth with anyone who wants a blowjob from you, it’s $10, your cut is $3 a cock, you get the money first, before you suck them. The faster you do them, the more guys you can do, the more money there is. You do the security guard for free. We’ll be taking turns here, hanging out to watch that nothing bad happens to you, and to collect the money after you do a few guys” said Ricky.

 “Got it?” said Luis.

 “Yeah, I got it” said Lloyd.

 “Let’s make some money!” roared Ricky.

 Lloyd stood around in the dim area that was like a dungeon. Within minutes, an older guy in a suit carrying a briefcase passed Lloyd and handed him a $10 bill. Lloyd followed him into a booth, the man unzipped, and took out his medium-sized dick. Lloyd got on his knees and sucked him off and swallowed. Lloyd felt numb. For the next five hours, Lloyd was on his knees for businessmen, construction workers, mailmen and the beefy black security guard. It was cock after cock in his mouth. Either Ricky or Luis collected money. It was all a blur.

 “$270! Damn good, Chico, you keep that pace up tomorrow” said Luis.

 “We’ll get you ready for tonight…”  

 Lloyd was so beyond shame at this point when he saw himself in the apartment’s large mirror, dressed as Ricky and Luis’ vision of a ho. A pink headband was around his crown, a pink tank top showed off his lean physique, tight short denim cutoffs emphasized his fine young ass and nice package.

 “Here” laughed Luis, “This is your Dorothy bag, like in The Wizard of Oz!” It was a red purse packed with a jar of Vaseline, a Chapstick, kneepads, a douche nozzle, an alarm clock and baby wipes.

 As they walked through Hell’s Kitchen, it was clear to anyone who noticed who was who among the trio. Dressed in their tight light gray suits, black tie-less shirts with the unbuttoned top buttons displaying their chest hair and decked out with rings and gold chains, Ricky and Luis were pimps. Lloyd is his slutty getup carrying a purse, was their ho.

 They got to Tully’s at 5:00 PM for the after-work crowd. It already had a bunch of pimps and their hos and commuters looking for a good time before their bus ride home to New Jersey.

 “Hey, Mr. Bisiglio” said Ricky to a slick suited man in his 40’s, handing him a $100 bill, “This is our new ho.”

 “Nice to meet you kid, come with me, I’m going to try you out.”

 Lloyd followed Mr. Bisiglio to his office. He sat at his desk, poured a tumbler of Jack Daniels and lit a Camel, as he stretched out his legs. Lloyd sunk down, he undid Mr. Bisiglio’s belt, unzipped him and fished out his hard cock and weighty balls from his boxers. Mr. Bisiglio had a proud massive thick uncut Italian American cock. Lloyd got to work on it with his mouth, doing Mr. Bisiglio’s cock and balls to perfection.

 “WHOA! You got some mouth on you kid, you’re going to do very well here!”

 Soon, Lloyd was chugging down a load of Mr. Bisiglio’s spicy cum.

 “Take care, kid.”

 Lloyd got up and returned to the bar. He was directed to hang out, chat up guys and his ass was groped countless times.

 "Who do I pay?” said a construction worker in his 30’s to Llyod. He was dressed in mud-splattered jeans, a grimy white T-shirt, orange vest, wore a hardhat and carried a backpack.  

 “My pimp is over there” said Lloyd indicating Luis. The construction worker gave him two $20 bills, the going rate for a 30-minute session.

 Lloyd and the construction worker went into the Elk Inn, the construction worker gave the front desk clerk a $20 bill and got a key. He and Lloyd walked two flights of stairs and went into a room. Lloyd took out the alarm clock and set it, the construction worker plopped into a chair, spreading out his legs.

 Lloyd put on his kneepads and got between the construction worker’s legs. He undid the thick brown belt, unzipped the filthy jeans, pulled down the filthy jeans and white Hanes briefs. The construction workers cut expectational manhood sprang up. Lloyd put it in his mouth, sucked it like the pro he had become and did the balls.

 “I’m wiped out, ride me” said the construction worker.

 Lloyd took off his tank top and cutoffs, he greased his hole with Vaseline, then greased the construction worker’s cock. Facing away from the construction worker, Lloyd sat on his cock and proceeded to thrash his ass up and down on it, his own hard dick strained in his white jockstrap. The construction grunted as he came in Lloyd. He got up off the cock, got baby wipes and cleaned up the construction worker’s cock and balls. The construction worker took a can of Heineken from his backpack, opened it and lit up a Marlboro Red.

 “Wanna beer?”

 “Uh sure, thanks.”

 The ho and his trick sipped and finished their beers. The alarm clock went off. The construction worker did up his jeans, stood, pulled out a $20 bill and gave it to Llyod.

 “Thanks” said Lloyd.

 The construction worker left. Llyod cleaned his hole with a baby wipe and got dressed. Ricky and Luis kept the $40 session fee and Lloyd got to keep his tips. Lloyd returned to Tully’s.

 “Congratulations on your first trick!” said Luis, handing Lloyd a tequila shot. He chugged it down and went back to the bar.

 “That’s it for today, it gets dead by now” said Ricky, as he Luis and Lloyd having another tequila shot. It was 2:00 AM. Llyod’s eight other ticks had been a cross section of suits, tourists and others, of different races and ages. One trick an hour was the routine.

 “Listen, you fucking bitch, you’re holding out on me!” was the unseen conversation in the booth next to their’s. “No, I swear Alberto! I wouldn’t do that to you, I love you!” “Cut the shit, or I’ll give you another blackeye!”

 Lloyd passed out in his bed. The next morning, Lloyd showered, ate his hearty breakfast, it was his only meal of the day, he needed to be empty for his nights at Tully’s. He was given a laxative as well, to clean him out. After sucking off Ricky and Luis, it was back to the porno store to suck dick fast for $10 a pop. Then back to the apartment to nap, freshen up and change for another night at Tully’s.

 It was Sunday, Ricky and Luis allowed Lloyd the day off after five days of whoring. They went down to the West Village to the Elephant and Castle to meet up with Martin for brunch. There were pleasantries over eggs benedict and Bloody Marys, but no talk about doing the scene from Death of a Salesman, or his going back to acting school. After brunch, they walked up 8th Street, to the movie theater the 8th Street Playhouse. A 3D film festival was playing. They sat together with the crowded audience wearing their cardboard glasses, sharing a bucket of popcorn, watching House of Wax with Vincent Price.

 Then they were at Martin’s place drinking vodka on the rocks, listening to Blondie. Lloyd had taken up smoking, and so the men smoked and sipped their drinks. Eventually, Martin, Ricky and Luis, took out their cocks. Lloyd sucked them and they took turns fucking him in Martin’s bed.

 Back at the apartment, Lloyd luxuriated in having a few hours in his room alone, watching CHiPS and then a movie on television, as he smoked and sipped more vodka. Tomorrow was Monday, and another long week.

 “Hey cutie” said one of three good-looking guys in their mid-20’s to Lloyd at Tully’s a month later, “It’s our friend’s birthday we’d like you to give him a good time. He’s been staring at you since we got here.”

 “Stop it, Lucas.”

 “No Paul, it’s your birthday, your hot for this slut and it’s our treat. Who do we pay?”

 “That’s my pimp, over there” one of the guys went over to Luis and gave him $40.

 “There! We’re square, have fun!”

 “We’ll want all the details!”

 “Oh, you guys!” said the blushing and tipsy Paul as he followed Lloyd out of Tully’s. Paul was 25, thin and tall, with striking facial features and black hair. He wore jeans and black button-down shirt. They got to a room at the Elk Inn.

 "Uh, I’ve never been with a pro before.”

 “Just relax, I’ll take care of everything” said Lloyd as he sat Paul on the edge of the bed. Llyod put on his kneepads, got on his knees and got Paul’s dick out of his jeans. It was a fine cut seven inches. Lloyd sucked it professionally, Paul was in a state of bliss from the excellent head he was getting from Lloyd, as well as getting his balls done.

 Lloyd rose, stripped down to his jockstrap, greased up his hole and Paul’s hard cock with Vaseline, got in the bed on his back and spread his legs. Paul tore of his clothes.

 “You’re so beautiful” sighed Paul.

 Paul penetrated Llyod slowly and sensually, then he began fucking him. Lloyd was electrified, Paul was a great lover, every thrust of his cock was perfection. Paul bent his head down and kissed Lloyd, that rarely ever happened during a session. Most men did not kiss whores like Lloyd. They had a special chemistry. Lloyd was wailing as he shot off in his jock, he felt the grunting Paul’s load flooding his insides.

 “We both came at the same time, that’s so great!” said Paul as he lay back and lit a Marlboro Red. Lloyd got up and cleaned up Paul’s cock and balls with a baby wipe. The alarm clock went off.

 “Oh, we’re on a schedule?” laughed Paul.

 “Yeah we’re on a schedule, I have to get back to work. Oh, a tip wasn’t included” said Lloyd.

 “Oh right, sure” said Paul handing him $20, as he got dressed. “I’ll go back down with you.”

 “Whatever.”

 They were back at Tully’s, Lloyd went to the bar, another trick was waiting for him. The beaming Paul rejoined his friends in a booth, his birthday fuck was recounted in glorious detail.

 A few nights later, Lloyd was at Tully’s. He’d returned from a trick; Paul was at the bar.

 “Hey, are you available?” said Paul.

 “Yeah I’m available, pay my pimp.”

 Paul paid Luis $40.

 “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you” said Paul.

 Lloyd had a few steadys and was used to such talk. They got to a room at the Elk. Paul got his cock sucked and fucked Lloyd; they both came at the same time again. They both smoked a Marlboro Red afterward.

 “I’d like to see you, on the outside” said Paul.

 “What? Like a date?” laughed Lloyd.

 “Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

 “I’m a slutty whore, your friends know that.”

 “Fuck my friends. I have feelings for you, you’re special, you’re better than this, you’re a kid, you can stop.”

 “I get one day off a week; I spend it with my pimps.”

 “Listen to you!”

 The alarm clock went off, the session was over.

 “So, how did a nice boy like you, end up in a place like this?” asked Paul after their next fuck session. Sometimes, guys would ask Lloyd this, he would offer a curt snappy answer. This time, he broke down and told Paul his story.

 “Hey, it’s all right” said Paul as he embraced Lloyd. “You don’t have to do this; you can stay with me…” Paul was a chef at an Italian restaurant in the East 20’s and lived in the East Village. “I’ll get you a job at the restaurant…”

 “I can’t just leave.”

 “Yes, you can. These guys will forget about you and get another dumb boy to take your place right away. That sleaze who found you is no doubt on the case for that.”

 The next day, during his break from sucking dick at the porno store, back at the apartment, Lloyd took the thousands of dollars he’d saved from whoring  and put it in his Dorothy bag. Later that Sunday night at Tully’s, after a few tricks, Paul arrived. He paid Luis, Paul and Lloyd went outside, instead of going to the Elk Inn, they got into a taxi.

 “See! It’s that easy! What are Ricky and Luis going to do? Put out an All Points Bulletin?” laughed Paul.

 “It’s only easy because of you” said Lloyd.

 The taxi got to Paul’s place on 7th Street between Avenues A and B. It was  small and neat. Paul put on a New Wave album. They drank red wine and smoked Marlboro Reds. They made out. They went to Paul’s bed. Lloyd sucked his man’s cock, then gave his ass to his man. Lloyd was in love.

 Monday was Paul’s day off. He and Lloyd went to the Kiev restaurant on Second Avenue for blintzes. Paul showed Lloyd the East Village, Lloyd bought clothes. He threw away his whore outfit. At night, they had drinks at The Bar on 4th Street and Second Avenue. Lloyd was formally introduced to Paul’s friend’s who had bought him Lloyd on his birthday. Lucas was a makeup artist and Leland was a fashion designer. Paul and Lloyd went home together. “I love you” said Lloyd. “I love you, too.”

Lloyd worked as a busboy at Paul’s restaurant. They went to meet Paul’s widowed mother in White Plains. At Christmas, they went to Minneapolis to meet Lloyd’s family. “This is my boyfriend, Paul.” They fucked and slept in Lloyd’s old room. On New Year’s Eve back in Manhattan, they danced together at The Saint. Their lives together went on, the past became distant.