Fucker In Training

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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“I intend to be a producer and I want to learn about talent, talent is the key to successful movie” said 22-year-old Jake Jarrett (I would later learn he was born in the Bronx as Jacob Galinsky) to me in my office in June 1982. He had just graduated from Baruch College, a top city school centered on business. He had mailed me his solid resume and a strong cover letter stating his desire to start on the ground floor of show business as an agent trainee. I got the sense that he was a future shark, and had my secretary set up an appointment.

 Jake confidently entered my office dressed in a crisp dark blue suit, white shirt, red tie, gleaming black dress shows and gave me a firm handshake. He was six feet tall, thin and solid, he had curly brown hair and piercing brown eyes. His handsome face’s one arguable minor flaw was a nose that was slightly large, it marked him with sensual toughness, he carried himself with Big Dick Energy, like me. His voice was deep, expressive and had traces of the Bronx. He reminded of myself when I was his age and starting out.

 My name is Don Castellano, I was born in Brooklyn and so I am direct. I owned a solid B-level casting agency housed in a Midtown office. My clients mostly got work on soap operas, in Off-Broadway theater and featured roles in New York-shot movies, A few became well known performers. I had an eye for talent, and for those who were better off suited using their good looks and charm turning tricks with men. I set up cute young guys who had no chance of making it in show business with pimps for $1000 bounty. It worked out well for all involved. I took on other similar projects. 

 I was into the clone look back then and constantly bagged a lot of hot bottoms. Of course, I did. I was 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I was in great shape at 34. I wore tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair was cut short, and I had a mustache. My voice was deep and masculine. Oh, and I was hung. My cut dick was exactly eight inches and was stunning, I had a fine pair of big hairy swaying balls. I was an irresistible total top and I knew it.

 “Jake, on paper you’re quite impressive, in person you’re even more impressive. I don’t ask a lot of questions of a potential employee. I have a simple test if someone has an eye for talent. Everyday a mailman drops off a sack stuffed with headshots from striving actors. Here,” I said handing him a pile of 30 black and white headshots, “Go through these, select three that you think should be brought in for an interview and defend your picks to me.”

 Jake sifted through the headshots of actors who were different ages, races and genders. Some he looked at the back to look at their resumes, others he didn’t. He put three to the side and tossed the rest into a waste basket.

 “This girl has it” he said of the alluring Christine Martin, an early 20’s woman who really did have an intense glow, “She studied at The Neighborhood Playhouse, so she has the training to be a real actress. I see promise in her” said Jake.

 “This guy pops of the page,” Early 20’s Alex Naslas did have charisma and extraordinary cheekbones, haunting dark eyes lustrous curly black hair, and a superstar smile,  “He studied at the American Place Theatre, so he’s serious.”

 “This one looks like a real fagela, he’d be good for sex but otherwise useless. I would bet anything that he is great cocksucker with lips like those! His eyes scream that he loves to get fucked. He gets my dick hard; I’d bring him in for a blowjob and a fuck.”

Whoa! Jake was my kind of guy! Unafraid to be blunt, fearless and knew what he liked. 19-year-old pretty Timothy Murdoch did look like a fag. Curly blond hair, smiling too much and his beaming eyes all indicated his sexual persuasion. Plus, he was still in college, at New York University’s theater school, kids like him love being put in their place by a masculine man.  

 “Jake, I agree with all your selections and your analysis, you have an eye for talent, you’re hired, you’ll start tomorrow” I said firmly shaking his hand. “Oh, we’re casual here.”

 The next morning Jake showed up a different guy. Instead of a suit and tie he was wearing tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and a plaid shirt. He was packing as the crotch of his jeans had a great bulge and he was clearly circumcised. He was a sexy masculine stud, like me.

“Go see Ralph, I told him about you, he’ll show you around and put you to work” I said to Jake.

 “Hey, I thought we’d go for a drink to celebrate your first day” I said to Jake at 5:30 PM.

 “Thanks, Don!”

 We walked over to Tully’s off Eight Avenue by the Port Authority; it was a renowned trashy hustler bar. Jake’s eyes widened at the sight of a legion of cute young guys dressed slutty in short shorts and tank tops peddling their asses to older guys.

 “What are you drinking?” I asked Jake.

 “Jack Daniels on the rocks.”

Just like me, I bought our drinks. We carried them to the back, our big dicks and massive balls swung in our Levi’s.

“Hey, Nestor” I said to a guy seated at a booth.

 “Good evening, Don, you and your friend have a seat” said Nestor. He was a handsome muscular 27-year-year-old mustached Dominican American wearing a light gray suit and a dark gray tie-less dress shirt unbuttoned enough to show off his plentiful chest dark chest hair and gold cross on a gold chain. Nestor was a ruthless pimp who worked his boys, they were also treated to his uncut monster pinga that was visible in his snug suit trousers. I sent him numerous boys over the years in return for my $1000 finder’s fee.

 “Jake just started working for me.”

 “Please to meet you Jake” said Nestor shaking hands, “You can learn a lot from Don.”

 “I already have!” chuckled Jake as he lit up Camel, I lit a Camel as well.

 “How’s Danny working out?” I asked. Danny had been another cute obviously gay 19-year-old boy from Nebraska who had sent his headshot to my office. I had him come into my office last week and laid out the truth to him. He wept at the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere as actor. Then he sucked my cock, I fucked him on my desk and sent him on his way to Nestor.

 “Terrific! Oh, I had to knock some sense into him after breaking him in but he’s a good kid and once he got used to the life he’s became a great worker. He’s with a trick now” said Nestor who handed me an envelope with 10 100-dollar bills, “Hey Jake, play your cards right and one day I’ll be handing you an envelope!” We all laughed.

 “Hi Don” said Danny who now appeared at our table. A week ago, he was a wholesome blond queeny boy from Alabama wearing khakis and a sweater vest. Now he was wearing short, short jean cutoffs with his encased bubble butt for all to see, a pink crop top and a red head band and carrying a red purse.

 “Nice to see you, Danny” I said getting up, Danny went into the booth and was now sitting between Jake and me.

 “Would you two like to share Danny?” asked Nestor.

 “What do you say, Jake?” I said.

 “Nestor, you’ve made me an offer I can’t refuse!” grinned Jake.

 As Jake and I smoked our Camels and drank our Jack Daniels, Danny’s hands were busy under the table massaging and kneading our cocks and balls through our Levi’s. Oh yeah, Nestor had trained him well.

 “Shall we?” I said when our Camels and drinks were finished.

 “After you” said Jake.

 I got up, then Danny and then Jake got up and out of the booth.

 “Have a good time!” said Nestor.

 Jake and I followed Danny who wiggled his hips and ass as he led us through the crowded bar. It was some sight; we were two tall hot studs with raging hardons in our jeans being led by the whore we were going ravage with our cocks in every way possible. We were outside and went into the next-door Elk Hotel, a sleaze pit with rented rooms by the hour for whores to service their tricks in. Danny paid the front desk clerk with money from his purse and got a key, we followed him up a flight of stairs, we went into our room.

 Jake and I took off our Levi’s and plaid shirts and sat nude on the dusty bedspread. Jake’s body was trim and defined, he sat with his legs spread. There IT was. His thick slab of cut Jewish American beef that was eight inches long, capped by its stunning sculpted head and slit, his large floppy hairy balls dangled off the bed. Being blessed with an awesome piece of meat like that would take Jake far I knew, being magnificently hung myself.  

 “Oh, yeah!” roared Jake, “This bitch is a fucking pro!”

 Indeed, Danny was on his knees between Jake’s legs slobbering on his cock. Danny’s pretty boy face was contorted around Jake’s ramrod. Danny engaged in a virtuoso exhibition of cocksucking, he licked, nibbled, deepthroated, and suckled on Jake’s balls all to perfection.

 “See Danny, I was right” I said as he continued working on Jake’s tool, “Instead of wasting your golden years on one pointless audition after another and waiting on tables, you’re doing what you are really talented at and making money at it. You weren’t much of an actor, but you’re a star whore, now suck my cock.”

 Danny proceeded to exquisitely service my dick and balls. Jake and I lit up Camels as Danny switched off between sucking our cocks. We finished our cigarettes.

 “I’m ready fuck you, get on your hands and knees and spread that slutty ass for me” growled Jake.

 Danny got up, stripped down to his jockstrap and took the position he was commanded to. His bubble butt framed by the straps of his jock with its pink hairless rosebud was there for the taking. Jake took the tub of Vaseline and greased up his big pulsating rod and slapped some Vaseline into the cleft of Danny’s ass crack. Jake grabbed Danny’s hips and thrust his own hips. In one brutal quick jab Jake penetrated Danny’s chute with his proud manhood. Danny bleated, gurgled and moaned as Jake mercilessly fucked him. Jake was a true cocksman, like me. I was turned on by and proud of my protege.

 Jake now had one hand pulling Danny’s blond hair and the other wrapped around his chest. Danny’s head was raised, and his back was arched, he was like a wild beast being conquered as he was sodomized. Danny howled in ecstasy as his dick straining in his jock began shooting from delirium of Jake’s fucking. Jake kept on fucking Danny as he grunted.

 “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” hollered Jake as his cock exploded into Danny’s ass. Jake pulled it out and blasted Danny’s back with the rest of his young stud cumload. I quickly stepped in and threw the sobbing Danny a rough fuck, soon my cock was shooting off deep inside Danny.

 Jake and I lay back in the bed. Danny went into his purse for moistened towelettes and cleaned our sated dicks and balls. Danny cleaned up his seeded ass. We all got dressed.

 “Good work, Danny” I said, handing him his tip of two $20 bills that he put in his purse.

 We headed back to Tully’s; Danny was limping.

 “Danny treat you right?” said Nestor smoking a Newport.

 “Danny treated us very right!” chuckled Jake.

 “Good, now it’s my turn” said Nestor rising, his gigantic uncut pinga snaked down the leg of his light gray suit trousers.

 Jake and I followed Nestor and Danny to a men’s room. Guys were pissing at urinals. Nestor pulled Danny into an empty stall, with the door open Jake and I watched as Nestor unzipped and hauled out his big fat uncut pinga, he snorted a few hits of cocaine from a tiny bottle and lit another Newport. Danny was on his knees on the filthy damp floor of the toilet stall. He hollowed his mouth and chugged down his pimp’s dick. His blond head bobbed up and down on his master’s manhood. He tongued those bull balls. Nestor grabbed Danny up, positioned him against the wall of the toilet stall, Danny pulled down his shorts revealing his jock strapped ass and was ready to get fucked again. Nestor spit a few times in his hand and slicked up his pinga, he thrust it in and up Danny’s anal canal and muttered as he roughly fucked Danny. A few guys came over to watch this lusty spectacle of Nestor fucking Danny against a toilet stall’s wall. Ah Danny, he got to perform in front of an audience after all. Soon, Nestor was howling stuff in Spanish as he shoot off in Danny, he pulled his now soft and dangling rod out, walked to a sink and washed off his satisfied manhood, he zipped up and he, Jake and I left the men’s room and returned to the booth. We had more drinks.

 “Is Danny available?” asked a suited flabby bald guy in his 40’s.

 “Yeah, he’ll be here in a few minutes to take care of you” said Nestor as the man handed him three twenty-dollar bills.

 Danny limped back from the men’s room; he applied some Chapstick to his lips.

 “Nice to see you Sol, the usual tonight?”

 “Oh yeah baby, the usual” said the man as he patted Danny’s ass. They left for the Elk Hotel.

 Jake and I finished our drinks and shook hands goodnight with Nestor.

 “Don, thanks for some enchanting evening” chuckled Jake outside.

 “Jake, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship” I laughed, “See you in the morning.” Jake went to the subway as he still lived with his parents in the Bronx. I walked home to my apartment on 49th Street between Eight and Ninth Avenue.

 “Thanks so much for seeing me!” chirped cute blond Indiana twink Timothy Murdoch in his fem voice as he entered my office a few days later. He was Jake’s pick from the headshots I showed him at his interview. Timothy did not disappoint in person. He was wearing khakis, a pink Izod polo shirt with the collar turned up AND a tennis sweater draped over his shoulders with the sleeves tied around his neck. Oh, brother! He was a screaming preppy queen who needed to be put in his place.

 “Hi Timothy, I’m Don and this is my associate Jake. He’ll be conducting to the interview, have a seat” I said.

 He sat down, Jake and I sat, the chairs were arranged in a circle, we were all close to each other. Jake and I sat across from Timothy with our legs spread, our proud bulges strained in the worn denim of our Levi’s, this sight clearly enticed Timothy as kept sneaking glances at our crotches with his blue eyes.

 “Timothy, think of this a career guidance seminar” said Jake in his deep confident voice, he had the stance of a panther observing his prey. “You’re obviously gay and there’s virtually no hope for you in the marketplace of the industry. You might possibly land a role as the gay best friend of the heroine but that’s about it, and there’s fierce competition for such a part. There’s a lot of aspiring fairies on the scene, and if you did get such a part it wouldn’t lead to anything. This agency has connections in the male escort industry and could set you up in that field, my advice to you is to follow that path. Stop wasting your time on bullshit while you’re still young and fuckable and stop wasting your parent’s money on a worthless education. If that’s something you’re interested in, we would audition you.”

 I was so proud. I hadn’t coached Jake at all, he knew exactly what to say.

 “Audition me?” whined the now teary Timothy.

 “Yeah, if you suck our big cocks to our satisfaction and if you can take hard fucking I’ll send you to get a job doing that” said Jake as he undid the fly buttons of his Levi’s and undid his belt, I did the same, we then were stroking our eight-inch dicks and our heavy balls were on display.

 “You do like to suck cock, don’t you?” said Jake.  

 The blushing Timothy sat in his chair breathing heavy with a dazed expression as if he was going to pass out.

 “Yes” whined Timothy.

 “What’s it going to be, boy?” said Jake.

 Timothy got up from his chair then sunk to his knees before Jake and his hardon. Timothy opened his mouth and took Jake’s dick in it and began licking and sucking on it. His cute face looked up stuffed with Jake’s prick, his eyes were tearier.

 “Very good Timothy, now sometimes you’ll be pleasing more than one man, give Don a hand job while you’re sucking my cock” said Jake. It felt so good having Timothy jerking my cock, my precum slickened it up.

 “Okay, now suck Don’s cock” said Jake.

 I now got to experience Timothy’s expectational oral skills as he jerked Jakes moist cock.

 “Take turns on us” said Jake. So, Timothy switched back and forth on our cocks with his mouth and hands.

 “Very good, now get out of that outfit and bend over the desk for fucking. You been fucked before?” said Jake.

 “No” sobbed Timothy.

 “Sweet! When we’re done with you, you’ll be itching to spread your boy pussy for cock again like a whore” growled Jake.

 Timothy undressed while whimpering and trembling and bent over my desk. Jake and I stripped, and Jake greased up his cock and slathered Timothy’ virgin ass with Vaseline. Jake once again just rammed his stallion piece in and up and the sobbing Timothy’s chute. Jake was on fire and Timothy was like a bitch in heat as he was fucked with such ferocity for the first time in his young life. He was loving it and soon his engorged young dick was squirting shot after shot of his cum on my desk from Jake fucking him. Jake grunted and groaned as he came in Timothy. Jake pulled his rod out of Timothy and stepped aside. I’d greased up my cock and started fucking Timothy’s ravaged ass hole, I pounded away for a while, then I was cumming in him. I poured out three shots of Jack Daniels, we all lit up Camels. It had been quite a fuck at 10:00 AM with the morning sun streaming through the window.

 “Put this on” said Jake handing Timothy a robe, “There’s a shower down the hall to the right, clean yourself up and make yourself all pretty again” He handed Timothy a business card, “Call Nestor and set up a meeting with him to try you out, he’ll be your pimp and will go over your duties, responsibilities and payment procedures.” Timothy put on the robe gathered his clothes and left.

 “Well, I have to get back to work” said the grinning Jake as he cleaned himself up with a towel, got dressed and left my office.

 Jake and I attended a movie screening in the Village, afterward we walked over to Danceteria. It was a happening nightclub that played music videos and New Wave music. The crowd was young and wildly fashionable. We walked around taking it all in, eventually we split up. I sat at a bar upstairs where it wasn’t so crowded, I had a Jack Daniels on the rocks and smoked a Camel. At the other end of the bar was the sensuous 19-year-old NICHOLAS CAGE with his striking face, he was drinking whiskey shots and was hitting on the sexy female bartender. I hope they got lucky later. I finished my drink and went to a men’s room, I pissed in a urinal. I heard sounds coming from a locked stall. I was curious and went to the adjoining stall, stood on the toilet and peeked over. Fuck!

 There was Jake standing tall and proud getting his cock sucked by a medium height young skinny blond guy with spikey hair and a cute face, he was dressed in a silver jumpsuit and on his knees. The slutty kid was doing a great job sucking Jake’s cock. Jake then lifted the kid up, unzipped his silver jumpsuit and spun him and positioned him against the toilet stall wall. The kid was wearing a jockstrap, no doubt he was into spontaneous sex. Jake spat a few times on his cock and into the kid’s boy pussy. Then Jake rammed his cock into the kid. Clearly Jake was learning from Nestor as well as me. It was hot watching Jake piston fuck the sobbing kid. Jake grunted as he came, he pulled out, there was the kid’s seeded ass. Jake left the stall, from my closed stall I watched him wash his hands and dick in the sink, he left. I heard the kid in the next stall whimpering from the hot fuck he just had, then I heard him zip up his jumpsuit. He left.

 I went back to the bar; Nicholas Cage was drunker and flirtier with the female bartender. Jake was sitting sipping Jack Daniels and smoking a Camel.

 “How’s it going?” I asked.

 “It’s going great!” laughed Jake.

 “Here” I said handing a few packets of Vaseline I had in my pocket, “Guys like us should always carry some of these, we should be ready to fuck at any time.”

 “Thanks Don, you think of everything!”

 We finished our drinks.

 “I’ve got my subway ride, I’m going” said Jake.

 “I’m going to hang out for a while” I said.

 “Good night, see you at work in the morning” said Jake as he left.

 I headed downstairs to the dance floor, I walked around. There was the kid in the silver jumpsuit Jake had just fucked. Up close he looked to be about 18. The kid was dancing by himself, he was great doing his moves. I stood in front of him and danced. He checked my crotch out, then our eyes seared into each other’s. I bent my head down and kissed him on the mouth, his mouth which had recently sucked Jake’s cock. I was turned on from having watched the kid fuck around with Jake, my dick was throbbing to fuck him.

 We continued dancing, then I turned and started walking, the kid followed me to the men’s room, there were a few guys pissing at urinals. I went into a toilet stall, the kid followed me in. I closed and locked the door. I took my cock and balls out; the kid sunk to his knees and began expertly sucking my cock and licking my balls. He had such an arresting face with chiseled cheekbones and that spikey blond hair. I grabbed him, unzipped his jumpsuit and spun him around. I spat on hand and his ass crack; hey this slut proved he could take big dick with just spit. I shoved my dick in him and pounded away at his boy hole. He was sobbing and gasped as he came in his jock. I kept fucking him, I soon came in him. I left the stall, washed my dick and hands, and left. Outside, I got a cab home.

A week later Jake and I were back at Tully’s sitting at Nestor’s booth.

“Bro! You’re the man!” roared Nestor, handing Jake an envelope with $1000, after all Timothy was Jake’s discovery. We sipped Jack Daniels and smoked Camels. Nestor went on.

 “Timmy is doing real well. I had him meet me at The Elk to test him out. Fantastic cocksucker and took my dick up his ass like a puta. I dressed him and put him to work, he’s real popular with the brothers, they love and pay for a sweet young white mouth and a tight young white boy pussy. Timmy can’t get enough of all that Big Black Cock! I’d give you a session with him, but he’s booked solid. He don’t even have to work the bar for tricks, I got him staying in a room at the Elk, he’s got a bunch of steadys, I just sit back, collect and send them over.”

 “That’s cool” said Jake as we sipped, smoked and conversed.

 “Hey, I’m here for my eight o’clock” said a tall lean Black guy in his late 20’s in a deep voice.  He was wearing a burgundy track suit with his anaconda snaking down his leg, a bejeweled baseball hat and was laden with gold jewelry. He was a star DJ. He tossed three twenty-dollar bills on the table which Nestor pocketed.

 “Room 214” said Nestor, “Hey Malky, would you mind if my pals here watch you get it on with Timmy?”

 “Shit no! I’m used to having an audience” laughed Malky.

 “Mighty nice of you, I discovered Timmy and turned him out, I’d love to see how he’s doing.”

 “Well! You’re the man! That little white bitch is a super freak! Let’s go!”

 Jake and I were in Room 214 at the Elk, smoking, sipping Jack Daniels and stroking our cocks as we watched the awesome sight of Timothy in a jockstrap on his knees working on the nude Malky’s nine-inch-thick cut Black baseball of a dick with two gigantic balls dangling with his mouth. Timothy’s cute face was obscenely stretched out around Malky’s joint as he labored to lick and suck it. His mouth also got a workout by suckling those humongous balls. Malky raised Timothy up and tossed him in the bed, “Get ready for me baby” whispered Malky. Timothy raised his legs high and spread his boy pussy for his Black warrior. Jake and my dicks were rock hard and dripping watching all this.

 Malky slathered up his tool and Timothy’s rosebud with Vaseline. Whoa! It was like a bit in horror movie when Malky began penetration, Timothy’s white asshole amazingly stretched around that Black super pipe. In and out Malky’s dark log went into Timothy’s distended chute. I’d never heard such sounds of pain and pleasure coming from a bottom being fucked like I did watching this act of sodomy between Timothy and Malky.

 “Oh, if only the folks back in Indiana could see him now” laughed Jake as he swilled more Jack Daniels.

 Timothy was panting and wailing as Malky’s cock brought him to a shuddering climax, the pouch of his white jock was now visibly stained with his cumload.

 “Hey guys!” roared Malky, “Here comes the fucking money shot!”

 Malky withdrew his manhood from deep inside Timothy, it was now exploding with ropes of thick cum landing all over Timothy’s chest, hair and face.

 Malky quickly cleaned himself up and got dressed, “I got a gig to get to, see you around” he said, throwing down a 20-dollar-bill for Timothy. .

 “Hey, I have some time” said Timothy standing and dripping with Malky’s splattered cum, “Want me to suck you off?”

 “How does that sound, Don?”

 “It sounds fucking great!”

 Timothy got on his knees and started switching off his mouth on our cocks.

 “Good boy” said Jake when he saw Timothy jerking my cock as his was getting deepthroated. Jake moaned as he shot his load off in Timothy’s mouth, then I came down Timothy’s throat.  We redid our jeans, “Take care of yourself” I said to Timothy as he was cleaning himself. I tossed him a twenty-dollar bill. In the hallway a Black cop and a Hispanic cop both in uniform passed us and went into room 214.

 “Fuck! I wish I could a been there!” yelled Nestor as Jake and I related the gory details of Malky and Timothy’s tryst.

 “See you again” said Nestor snapping his fingers. John-Michael a foxy 19-ear-old aspiring dancer who couldn’t get into any of the major companies, came over to the table. I’d met and fucked Clarence in the Club Baths and sent to him Nestor to be put to work. He and Nestor headed off to the men’s room for a toilet stall fuck.

“Come with me, I have a surprise for you” I said to Jake.

 “You have never-ending surprises!” laughed Jake.

 We walked up Eighth Avenue to 49th Street and west to the apartment building next to mine. We walked up to the third floor and into an apartment.

“It’s all yours!” I said to Jake of the furnished one-bedroom apartment. I explained that my landlord also owned this building and that the superintendent of both buildings told me a drag queen couple skipped out owing six months’ rent, taking their wigs and gowns and leaving everything else. I paid off the super with three one-hundred bills and was now holding a three-year lease for the apartment.

 “I paid the first months and last months’ rent and the security deposit, it’s all yours. I paid the past due on the phone as well. You’re going places, you should be in Manhattan. It’s a bonus.”

 “I don’t know what to say” said Jake, his voice cracking. It was the first I’d seen him emotional or taken aback, “I’m overwhelmed, thank you.”

 He signed the lease; I took it to mail it to the landlord.

 “Hey Ma, I’m not coming home tonight…” I heard Jake on the phone as I left.

Jack settled into his new apartment as well as he settled into work. He’d tell me about the guys he brought home to fuck. Once a week we’d go out together, I gave him space as he was young and needed to do things on his own. We’d usually go to Tully’s and them to the Elk to share a boy whore.

 “How fucking dare, you come to my work!” yelled Jake. I was outside his office and was going to go to go over some contracts with him, I continued listening.

 “You wouldn’t return my calls.”

 “Right, because I don’t want to! We fucked, now move on, we’re not boyfriends for god’s sake!”

 “You rape me, then you throw me away?!”

“Hey, I did you a favor by breaking you in with my great cock, now go away and spread your ass for someone else!”

 “You’re horrible! Here! Here’s the money you left me!”

 The door opened, out stormed a short cute young guy wearing glasses, he raced out of the waiting area.

 “What’s going on?”

 “Just a mistake made by thinking with my dick” said Jake, pouring out two shots Jack Daniels.

 We sat at his desk sipping and smoking Camels.

 “Last Saturday I had dinner on the Upper West Side with friends from college. Afterward, I went to Columbia to check out the Gay Dance I’ve heard about. It was something! All those sexy college boys! I began chatting with Justin, whom you sort of just met. He was fun and cute. He’s a freshman from Ohio who just turned 18, he’s not out and a was virgin until he met me. I heard that and got real interested! Bagging a virgin! We went to his dorm room, we made out, I took my cock out. He flipped! He had it in his mouth right away, he really was a virgin! I had to coach him on sucking cock! It was so fucking hot! I put my hand down the back of his pants, I played with his ass. He tensed, and took his mouth off my cock, ‘I’m not ready to go all the way, and I just met you’ he said. ‘Hey, come on” I said, “You’ve already sucked me, let’s just do it, you’ll love it.’ ‘No, I’m not ready for that.’ Well, I had a few drinks and was horned up.”

 “So, you raped him.”

 “I got carried away, I couldn’t help it, I was so turned on. I pulled down his pants, greased up my cock and his ass, I fucked him on his back, holding him down. Thankfully no one was around to hear him carrying on. He was so fucking tight! Honestly, it was so exciting with him thrashing around and resisting, but come on, he really wanted it. It was good for him to be broken in by me.  He came, then I came. I left a $50 bill, I thought I should do something afterward, considering.”

 “I hope you learned a lesson.”

 “Yeah, never again with a virgin! They’re too clingy, I’m not looking for a boyfriend It’s sluts and whores from now on.”

 One night Jake and I were at a large two-floor Soho art gallery for the opening of a major artist’s show. It was packed with the beautiful and the powerful. We both were struck by the tuxedo-clad stunningly handsome, tall, blond, and built young cater waiter who offered us champagne from the tray he was carrying. Those cheekbones and blue eyes! He was undoubtedly a model as most of them are. Jake and I split up to mingle.

Later, I went outside through a rear door to smoke in the alley. I stopped in the doorway, off to the side I saw Jake and the cater waiter were passionately kissing and making out. I’d seen Jake in action many times but never like this. The waiter was groping Jake’s crotch, he undid his belt and fly buttons. Jake’s jeans were now at his ankles, his stiff sensational manhood jutted forward, and his hairy meaty balls dangled.

 The waiter sunk to his knees and took Jake’s rock-hard cock in his mouth. It was mesmerizing watching that handsome blond eagerly sucking Jake’s cock and licking his balls. He expertly deepthroated Jake’s cock as Jake tenderly stroked his blond hair. This oral sex spectacle continued until the waiter looked up at Jake, took his mouth off his cock, stood up and turned around in front of a brick wall. He undid his belt, his tuxedo trousers felt to his ankles, he pulled down his blue briefs, his fantastic bubble butt was displayed. He put his hands forward and positioned himself against the wall with his gorgeous ass extended, he was hung, his large dick was hard, and his balls jiggled.

 Jake reached into the pocket of his jeans and took out two packets of Vaseline. I taught Jake that, hot guys like us need to be prepared to fuck at any time. He applied one packet to his cock and one to the waiter’s ass. Jake shoved his cock up and into the waiter’s ass, he moaned. This fuck session was a seamy and speedy ferocious pump and dump. Jake piston fucked the waiter who was stroking his large erect cock, he was soon blasting his load, the brick wall was now dripping with his cum. Jake grunted and came inside the waiter. He pulled his cock out and there was the waiter’s gaping and seeded ass hole. The waiter handed Jake a white linen napkin, Jake wiped his dick with it, the waiter took it and wiped his ass with it and tossed it into the dumpster. They two sated young men redid their pants; they were made for each other. I quickly went back into the gallery.

 Later I caught up with the flushed and beaming Jake.

 “Hey, if you’re ready to we can share a cab” I said.

 “Sure.”

 “Don, something just happened” said Jake during the cab ride.

 “Oh?”

 “I fucked that hot waiter in the alley.”

 “No shit!”

 “Yeah, we made eye contact when he first served us. We wanted each other. I followed him around, eventually instead of getting another tray of drinks he walked down a hallway and then out into the alley. It was incredible! We never said a word! He blew me and I fucked him, the whole thing took a few minutes, but it was the best sex I’ve ever had. So, fucking exciting!”

 “That’s great. Well, there will be more excitement tomorrow” I chuckled.

 “True, on to the next piece of ass.”

 The cab pulled up on West 49th Street, I paid. We got out, said goodnight and went to our apartments.

 “Don last night was even more amazing!” said Jake the next morning in my office. “When I got home I found this in the back pocket of jeans!” Jake handed me a postcard with a gleaming black and white head shot of Owen Alden, the waiter Jake had fucked in the alley. He was a 22-year-old  model/actor, the back of the post card had his phone number, vital statistics, height, weight, inseam, etc.

 “He slipped it in my jeans, and I didn’t know! I called the phone number at two in the morning, he answered! We a great conversation and get this, we had phone sex! We jerked off while talking dirty! ‘Oh, your cock is so big!’ ‘That’s it suck my big cock.’ ‘Please fuck me!’ ‘Hey slut, you like my big cock up your ass’ Oh man, it was so hot. We have a real connection!” We’re going out for dinner tonight…”

 “Don, I know it sounds crazy, but I’m in love!” said Jake the next morning in my office. Jake and Owen had dinner at O. Henry’s steakhouse in the Village. Owen was from Vermont; his father was a college English professor, and his mother owned a gift shop. Owen had fulfilled his parents’ wishes of getting a college education at Middlebury, upon graduating he came out to them, they were accepting and then he headed to Manhattan to try his luck in show business. Jake spent the night at Owen’s Leroy Street studio apartment, the sex was just as hot as had been in the alley. Within a week Owen moved in with Jake on West 49th Street. Jake signed Owen as a client, soon he had a regular role on a soap opera as crucially he was masculine and could pass for straight.

 Jake and Owen got a dog. The attraction of opposites, this ambitious Jew from the Bronx and a New England WASP made a perfect couple. Apart from fucking gay boy wannabee actors in his office which was for business, Jake was faithful to Owen. Jake was possessive of Owen, he made it clear that Owen’s mouth and ass were strictly for him. Owen happily complied as Jake’s cock totally satisfied him. Of course, I had lust for Owen, but I had to respect their relationship, what they had was special. So, I never fucked him, I socialized with them often, Owen was so likable.

 “Your Uncle Murray, your mother’s brother is a fagelah. It runs on her side of the family. He’s happy and if you’re happy that’s all that matters.” So, said Jake’s father when he brought Owen to the Bronx to meet, have dinner with and to come out to his parents. I attended Jake’s younger brother’s grand Bar Mitzvah; Owen was in attendance.

 Jake was more ambitious than me, he had brought in and signed Alex Naslas and Christine Martin, his picks from his interview. They each had gotten some gigs, which brought in commissions. Jake also brought in a supply of pretty gay boys to fuck and then send to pimps for his $1000 finder’s fee. He was doing quite well. His greatest achievement was his getting an idea for a script, then hiring a kid who just graduated from New York University’s film school to write it with him. Blue and Gold, was a Manhattan-set romantic crime thriller. A working-class young cop gets mixed up with an heiress menaced by a psychotic ex-boyfriend; it was opposites attract amidst violence and was a suspenseful sexy yarn. I was knocked out by the script; I had a whoring buddy who was a vice president at New Line Pictures and got Jake a meeting. The studio bought the low budget package Jake sold them on. After just over a year of working for me, Jack was off and running on his own.

Jake produced Blue and Gold with screenwriting credit, the NYU kid got to direct with screenwriting credit, Alex Naslas played the cop and Christine Martin played the heiress. I was given an associate producer credit and a fee, I was touched. It did very well at the box office, was a smash in early home video sales in an unrated version and HBO bought it. It launched the careers of everyone involved. Jake produced more successful New York-set movies.

 Owen came down with AIDS, contracted from before he met Jake. Jake did everything he could, but in 1985, there was nothing that could be done. Owen died a few months later in the luxury loft Jake had bought in Soho near the gallery where they had met and fucked for the first time. Owen’s funeral and memorial were packed with friends and loved ones. Jake was devastated, he was never the same, he became hardened.  

 “I can’t be here, there are too many memories” said Jake a few months later. He sold the Soho loft and moved to Los Angeles and produced movies that were hits but which didn’t have the edge of his New York ones. Initially we kept in touch but drifted.

 “I’d also like to thank Don Castellano for giving me my first break…” In the 1990’s I was at an Elaine’s Oscar party watching the show on a table television when Jake Jarrett accepted his Oscar for co-producing the Best Picture. Friends in my booth cheered me, I was teary. I called the next day to congratulate him, it was a pleasant brief chat.

 During #MeToo, New York Magazine did a well-researched hatchet job on Jake Jarrett, it was filled with solid reporting and on the record interviews. There had been rumors for years of wild parties, rapes, abuse and underage boys. I believed it all knowing Jake and what he was capable of. There it was all conclusively laid out in black and white. No criminal or civil charges were ever brought against Jake due to his methodical and hefty payoffs. Still, the article cancelled him in the industry at the age of 58.

“Jake, I just wanted to call and see how you were doing” I said to him over the phone from Florida, where I had retired to. We hadn’t spoken in close to 20 years since he’d won the Oscar.

 “Oh Don, that’s so sweet of you. Well, I’m down now, but that’s the business. I’m going to my house in the South of France to pass the time away from it all. Who knows, in a few years I could be up again. Thanks so much for calling. Don, that year I spent with you after I got out of college was the happiest time of my life…”