James Grady

“Oh, yes! Yes!” sobbed James as Donny was fucking him in their bed one morning after they’d finished their night’s work of baking. The phone began ringing and James pulled himself from Donny’s cock and ran nude downstairs to the kitchen to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Good morning, James. It’s Ed, we met at the Astor bar.”

“Hi, Ed!”

“I’m going to be in town next week and was wondering if you were available.”

“Sure, I could be available.”

“Excellent! I’ll be at the Waldorf…”

“Who was it?” asked Donny when James had returned to bed. “An old friend.” They resumed their fucking.

A few days later, James was dressed in a suit and tie and took the subway to the city. He entered the Waldorf-Astoria hotel, it was even fancier than the Astor. He went to the room he was told to go to and knocked. “Great to see you again!” said cherry Ed who led him in. “This is my father, Edmund Collins III” said Ed of a handsome blond older man who was sitting in a chair and resembled an aged version of him. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Collins” said James who extended his hand, but there was no handshake.

When James delivered newspapers he actually read them. So, he was familiar with the renowned Collins family. Edmund I came to America from Ireland in the 1850’s with nothing and wound up the owner of a Pittsburgh steel mill. His son, Edmund II managed it into one of the leading mills in the country, he retired and passed it on to the now 43-year-old Edmund III, who had founded Manhattan’s Collins Museum of Art in a Fifth Avenue mansion, and traveled the world buying artworks for it.

James’ friend Ed was in reality Edmund Collins IV who would one day take his place as a tycoon and patron of the arts. Wealth and position aside, father and son were two lusty men just like construction workers, seeking to have their cocks taken care of.

Mr. Collins reached into his pocket and silently placed two twenty-dollar bills on an adjoining table, which James subtly pocketed. Mr. Collins undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, pulled down his underwear and so now his mighty cock and ample balls were on display. James was taken aback as these organs were identical to Ed’s which he knew well, down to the bush of blond hair. James descended before Mr. Collins’ spread legs and lowered his head and took Mr. Collins’ cock in his mouth. Inspired by the cock of one of America’s richest men, James outdid himself with his cocksucking, it was a crescendo of wild licking, bobbing his head up and down and deepthroating.

“Ah, son” sighed Mr. Collins in a deep voice. “You’ve picked a winner!”

“Well Dad, you taught me well!” laughed Ed, who was sitting nearby stroking his big hot young cock. “He reminds me of Luca.”

“Oh Luca, that boy could suck cock! I spotted that crafty face and bountiful ass in his tight bellboy uniform in Rome at our hotel last summer. I had him and knew he’d be perfect to be your first queer. While your mother and sisters were out at museums, you were learning the ways and pleasures of the world for men like us.”

“Luca still writes to me, asking if we’d bring him over. Of course, I don’t reply.”

“Such effrontery! He was well paid for his services and that’s that. This one is even better!” exclaimed Mr. Collins as James was now tonguing his balls and blushing at such praise of his talents. “To the bed” said Mr. Collins as he pulled his solid thick cock from James’ mouth. James rose, undressed and went to the bed and assumed the position of hands and knees, arched back and jutted ass up.

The now nude Mr. Collins approached. For an older man, his torso was quite lean and sinewy. “Stupendous!” said Mr. Collins as he groped James’ ass and fingered it. James heard that familiar sound of the metal lid of a tub of Vaseline being cracked open. Then the was the familiar sensation of his ass being greased up. WHOA! Mr. Collins shoved his slicked up large cock into and up James’ anal canal in one harsh thrust. By now, James was used to and could take a brutal fucking. That was intensified by Mr. Collins slapping his ass so hard it stung. Mr. Collins, who’d fucked countless poor boys around the world was possessed by James’ presence and was driven to out do himself with his fucking and ass slapping.

James couldn’t cry out at this action as by now the nude Ed had walked over and presented his throbbing and oozing cock for James to suck. He was now getting his mouth and ass slammed by father and son. James was struck by Ed’s expression. Gone was the friendly chap he’d met at the Astor bar and breakfasted with the next morning. Ed was a cold-blooded beast fucking his face.

With a guttural grunt, Mr. Collins exploded deep inside James. James felt the softening Mr. Collins’ cock withdrawing from his stretched out inner regions. That void was quickly filled with Ed’s randy young cock. James underwent another vicious ass fucking and ass slapping from Ed and was soon climaxing on a Waldorf-Astoria bedspread. James’ chute was now being filled again with gushes of spunk from Ed, who pulled out and walked away. James collected himself and got out of the bed.

“A drink is in order!” shouted Mr. Collins who poured out brandy. James saw that there were only two glasses. Mr. Collins lit up a Cuban cigar as did Ed. James went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of warm soapy water and wash cloths.

“Young man, I’m very impressed with you” said the beaming Mr. Collins as James slowly washed his cock, balls and torso. “For a shanty Mick, you’re first-class on every level, looks, skill and stamina. You have manners and know your place before your betters.” James’ sensual cleansing of Mr. Collins had caused him to become aroused. “Damn!” roared Mr. Collins. James proceeded to suck Mr. Collins’ now stiff cock. This time it was a slow and teasing affair with James concentrating on that special spot under the head that had Mr. Collins moaning in ecstasy. Mr. Collins was amazed to find himself ejaculating so soon again and delighted in feeling his secretions being swallowed by this entrancing boy. He tossed another twenty-dollar bill to James. “Thank you, sir.”

“How’s Frank?” said James as he now began cleaning Ed’s manhood. “He’s well” said Ed, exhaling a ring of smoke. “Tell him I said hello.” “I will.”

“I look forward to having you again, James Grady” the besotted Mr. Collins said to James as he was sucking Ed’s cock. “It would be my pleasure, Mr. Collins” said James after swallowing Ed. “The bathroom is over there if you’d like to clean up” said Ed. “Thank you, sir.”

James went to the bathroom, took a shower and saw the gobs of the Collins’ spunk jetting from his ass and going down the drain, and noticed that his ass was bright red from their slapping of it. Dressed again in his suit and tie, he said goodbye to the triumphant and clean nude father and son.

James sat in the Waldorf’s elegant Sir Harry's Bar located in the lobby. He needed to come down from what had just happened. He chugged a whiskey which helped ease the soreness of having had his stinging ass just bluntly fucked and slapped twice.

He ordered another whiskey and took out a Lucky Strike from the pack and lit it with a match. He saw his reflection in a mirror, he was glowing, and his thick brown hair was still wet. He also truly saw what men saw, that he was young, handsome and had sensuous lips that were plainly meant to suck cock. Indeed, he noticed well-dressed men with their wives, girlfriends or co-workers gazing at him. An immaculately suited dapper older man of medium height and with distinctive facial features changed his seat. He was now sitting next to James, sipping his Manhattan.

“Young man, may I have a light?” he said.

“With pleasure, Mr. Porter” said James lighting the man’s Camel with a match.

“Oh, you know who I am?”

“Sure, I read the Broadway columns, you live here. My mother, and I saw Anything Goes. It was great! We loved it!”

“You’re too kind. So, what brings you to the Waldorf?”

“Ah, you know, love for sale.”

Mr. Porter let out a huge laugh, “Was it a profitable sale?”

“Oh, it was doubly profitable” laughed James.

“You know who I am but who are you?”

“James Grady.”

“Well, James Grady, it’s tragic that we can’t continue our chat. I’m sailing to France tonight and am running around with a million odds and ends to take care of. We’ll keep in touch, what’s your address?”

“32 Warren Street, Brooklyn, New York” Mr. Porter took this down on a piece of engraved Waldorf-Astoria notepaper that was on the bar. “What is your mother’s name?” “Nora.” Mr. Porter wrote on another piece of this notepaper and handed it to James:

Dear Nora Grady,

Your son James is The Top!

All my best wishes,

Cole Porter

They shook hands.

* * *

“Someone’s had a rough day” laughed Donny to James the next morning in bed, noticing James’ still red beaten ass after James had sucked his cock. “I’ll be extra gentle” he said as he slid his cock into James.

* * *

Two weeks later, Mr. Leary, the cranky mailman delivered a small package to the Grady house. James opened it and read the note:

Dear James,

Hope to see you again in the autumn!

If you’re going to sell love in the Waldorf, you should appear as though you belong there. Enjoy!

My fondest regards,

Cole Porter

James opened the tissue paper. There was a sterling silver cigarette case engraved with JG on the front, inside was inscribed, “To James Grady with deepest affection, Cole Porter.” There was also a slim 14K gold cigarette lighter engraved with JG.