James Grady

James lay nude in bed at 8 o’clock in the morning, all alone in the house. Nora, his mother was off running the bakery. Donny had gone over to Dan and Rick’s to fuck Rick as Dan was still away in Cleveland playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers. There was a knocking at the back door and James put on his plaid bathrobe and went downstairs to see who it was.

James opened the door. There was a tall dark-haired thin man with stubble wearing a dusty suit and shoes that were falling apart. “Good morning, I was wondering if you needed any odd jobs done around the house or maybe you need the lawn mowed” said the man.

By then, in 1934, James and everyone in his Brooklyn neighborhood who was fortunate enough to own a house was used to these lost souls with their haunted and pained eyes seeking to earn a few dollars. These were men who had lost everything, now had nothing yet still strived to be hopeful. They had their dignity and never asked outright for money. James did what Nora often had done.

“No, I’m sorry, we’re set. Would you like some breakfast?”

“That awful kind of you, if it’s no trouble.”

“It’s no trouble, I was about to make some for myself.”

The man sat at the kitchen table as James fried up bacon and eggs and made toast and coffee. As they ate James heard the man’s story. His name was Robert and was 28 years old but looked and seemed older. He’d been a floor manager at Kressley’s department store, but it closed a year ago. His wife and three kids had gone to her parents in Vermont. Robert was staying in a flophouse and was trying to earn and save money to join his family and try to get a job as lumberman there.

They finished breakfast and James was washing the dishes.

“You seem like a queer, are you?” said Robert.

“Yeah, I’m a queer” said James standing at the sink.

“Nothing wrong with that. We are what we are. My wife never liked to suck me, and I haven’t been able to afford a whore in a long time. I have a nice one. Wanna suck my cock?”

“Yeah, I wanna suck your cock.”

James walked over to Robert and descended to the floor between Robert’s spread legs. James went for his belt, undid it, rifled through his underwear and fished out his cock. Indeed, it was a very nice one. James took it in his mouth and gave it the same excellent service he’d give to a rich man or a construction worker for a dollar. Robert began sobbing as his cock was getting the sucking that men craved and hadn’t had in ages. He stared down at James whose handsome face was stuffed with and was ardently working on his cock with lips and tongue.

“Ah, you’re getting me close” said Robert as he stroked James’ hair. “You’re such a beauty and have such a great ass. Can I fuck you?”

“Yeah, you can fuck me” said James after his took his mouth off Robert’s cock and stood up. He was so excited by this strange and unexpected incident that his cock was rock hard. He undid the belt of his bathrobe and tossed it on a chair. He was nude and stiff, hopped on the table, got on his back and spread his legs. 

With his clothes still on, Robert reached into the tub of butter on the table, greased up his cock and James’ asshole. He firmly began entering James. After he was in, he began thrusting his hips. James knew that this was a special fuck. Sure, he got it from Donny nearly every morning and he regularly bent over for pay, but now it felt like he was doing a good deed by giving himself to this tramp who had tears in his eyes.

Robert who had been so gentle and timid now had his masculinity and confidence restored by having someone to fuck and took advantage of that occasion by furiously pounding out James’ willing ass. James found this passionate fucking to be very pleasurable and lay there allowing Robert to have his way. James’ cock soon spasmed, his jism landed on Robert’s chest. Robert’s thrusting intensified as did his grunting and James felt his insides being coated with blast after blast of Robert’s hot spunk.

Robert pulled out of James and was still breathing heavy. James hopped off the table and put his bathrobe back on.

“I’m sure you could use a hot bath and a shave” said James as he led Robert to the bathroom. James drew a bath and the nude and sinewy Robert lay in the tub. James warmed up a razor and filled a cup with shaving cream and shaved Robert’s face as he lay in the bathtub. James left and went upstairs and got a suit that Mr. Parker had left behind that was too big for James. He put a $20 bill in one of the pockets. He also got a pair of dress shoes that Donny rarely wore that looked like they’d fit Robert. He brought these items to the bathroom.

James was in the living room when Robert emerged, a new, handsome and younger seeming man. He glowed from just having had a sensational fuck, a hot bath and was resplendent in a smart suit and shiny shoes.

“How about a drink and a smoke?” said James.

“That would be very nice.”

So, at 10 o’clock in the morning, the two men who’d enjoyed what each had to offer each other sipped whiskey and smoked Lucky “Good morning” said Donny when he entered the living room, glowing from his morning fuck with Rick. “Mind if I join you and your gentleman caller?” he laughed.

“Not at all!” laughed James. “Robert, this is Donny.”

Now, the three men sipped, smoked and chatted.

“Are you two with each other?” asked Robert.

“Yeah, we’re with each other” said Donny.

“You’re one lucky fella” said Robert.

“Don’t I know it” said Donny.

“Well, I’ll be on my way. Thanks for everything. It was very nice to meet you, James. Goodbye, Donny.”

“Likewise, Robert. Good luck.”

James and Donny were both exhausted, went to their bed and slept in each other’s arms.