James Grady

William Powell was so suave in his silk dressing gown making martinis and wisecracks while smoking. Myrna Loy reminded James of a younger version of his mother with her wit, beauty and steadfastness. In gleaming black and white, The Thin Man was so wonderful and showed Manhattan to be as glamorous as James knew it was.

It was a Tuesday afternoon at Brooklyn’s Albee Theatre on DeKalb Avenue. It was more than a theater it was a movie palace which had nearly 3000 seats. Marble columns and stunning statuary abounded. The lobby had pools and fountains. A renowned red carpet adorned the floors. The staff wore grand uniforms. For the price of a quarter, downtrodden neighborhood residents could escape into a grand oasis and be transported to the welcome fantasies Hollywood offered.

There weren’t many patrons on a weekday at that time. That was especially true in the virtually deserted balcony where James liked to sit so he could be alone in a row and wouldn’t have heads in his way. Donny was off buying supplies and so James treated himself to a movie on a weekday which he hadn’t done before.

During the Mickey Mouse cartoon, a suited man sat down right next to James. “Damn!” James thought, “What nerve!” James continued watching Mickey Mouse. He heard rustling and the sound of a zipper. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the man had his cock and balls out! James couldn’t believe such a thing had happened in the Albee! In the semi-darkness James could see that the man was stroking that appealing cock. James could also see that the man was holding a dollar bill in his other hand. Here was an opportunity to be seized.

James bent his head down, pocketed the dollar bill and proceeded to suck the man’s cock. There was now a newsreel playing and James could hear talk of Germany as his head bobbed up and down on the man’s cock. The man was totally silent and motionless throughout James’ proficient sucking, even when he shot off a blast of spunk which James swallowed. James rearranged himself in his seat and the man got up and left.

James lit a Lucky Strike as a short subject about Carnival in Brazil played. His cock was hard from the totally unexpected excitement of what had just happened. Then coming attractions were played. Oh boy, Clark Gable without his shirt on in It Happened One Night! Clark Gable always made James all hot and bothered and so, James took his seven-inch uncut cock out and jerked off to the images and sounds of Clark Gable on the big screen. James shot off in his nearly empty cardboard popcorn container. James had enough entertainment and was now in the hallway tossing his soiled popcorn container in the garbage can and about to head down the stairs. 

“Just a minute!” barked a voice behind him.

James turned and saw that it was the tall dark-haired tough-faced usher who was about his own age, 18 years old, in his cap and fancy red uniform with gold buttons.

“You’re new here, I get a quarter for each guy you queers do. I know about and watch what goes on.”

“Oh, yeah, sure” said James as he handed him a quarter.

“I also get done when I feel like it, and I feel like it.”

The usher took out his flashlight and James followed him back into the theater to a row in the back off to the side. The usher sat down and took his randy large young cock and balls out. “Don’t let any get on my uniform!” he whispered. James bent his head down and set about on sucking the blunt youth's sizable cock and fondling his warm balls. When he felt it twitching, James made sure to clamp his mouth firmly around the usher’s cock and perfectly swallowed every bit of spunk so there wouldn’t be any stains on that fine uniform.

“I’m Hank” said the usher when they were in the hallway. “What’s your full name?”

“James Grady.”

“Well, James Grady I’m going to write your name in the staff guest book in the box office. Next time, tell the cashier and you’ll get in for free. I work Monday to Saturday, noon till closing.” He went back inside the theater.

Suddenly, the projection room door opened and out came the 30-year-old projectionist wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. He was tall, athletic, sandy-haired and had the hardened masculine face common to the neighborhood.

“Kid, want to see the projection room?”

“Sure, sir”

“Call me Chip.”

“Thanks, Chip.”

James saw the two huge projectors, the rewind table and lots of cans of films all in the spacious area. Chip showed James a slot in the wall near the projectors with a pair of binoculars hanging near it.

“Watching what goes on the balcony is usually better than the movie, it’s a fucking whorehouse up here with all the queers carrying on. You were a busy boy today. Did Hank write your name in the staff guest book?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Of course, he did” laughed Chip. “I’m still excited from watching you with Hank and that gent, see?” said Chip pointing to his jeans that had the outline of his big cock snaking down his thigh.

“Yeah, I see” said James. “Want me to take care of that for you?” Chip grinned. James walked over to him and began kneading his crotch. Then he undid Chip’s thick brown leather belt, unzipped his jeans, pulled them and his underwear down. Chip’s massive uncut cock sprang forward, and his pendulous hairy balls dropped. James was on his knees sucking the projectionist who lit up and smoked a Chesterfield, accentuating the intense pleasure of getting his knob polished by this good-looking experienced kid’s tongue as the dialogue of The Thin Man was heard again. Chip put out his cigarette and pulled his cock out of James’ mouth.

“Wanna get fucked?”

“Yeah, I wanna get fucked” said James who got up and undid his pants. He instinctively went to the rewind table and bent over it. He was partially standing with his arms in from of himself on the table and his head against the wall. It was in that position that James felt Chip lathering up his ass before thrusting his hips and shoving his rock-solid dripping and greased up cock deep in him. James was impaled and then was fucked. Chip was a rough fucker who with his hands on James’ hips pounded him into a frenzy of whimpering and howling. James found himself shooting off for the second time that day in the theater, his jism made a puddle on the rewind table. Chip kept ravaging James and with a satisfied grunt coated James’ insides with a load of warm spunk.

They cleaned themselves up and the rewind table with some rags and dumped them in a trashcan. Chip took out a bottle of whiskey and they drank and smoked.

“Hey, you watch a lot of movies” said Chip. “This is called a changeover.” He was standing at a lit-up projector, as the film ran out of the other one, James saw a white dot on the upper right-hand corner of the movie on the screen. “That tells the projectionist he has three seconds for this” Chip said as he clicked the switch and the other projector begin running the next reel of film as The Thin Man seamlessly continued playing. “That’s a changeover.”

Chip opened a closet. “Feel free to take as much as you want, eventually we dump whatever no one wants” he said of the boxes of 11x14 lobby cards, illustrative pictures from movies that were hung in the lobby. There were also 8x10 black and white glossy stills and folded up movie posters with their titles printed on them. James filled up two shopping bags with the images and posters of his favorite stars and movies.

“Thanks a lot, Chip!”

“Sure, kid. See you around…”

“How was the movie?” asked his mother Nora as they were having dinner.

“It was swell, you’ll love it!”