James Grady

James ran out of the backyard shed where he was baking bread with his boyfriend Donny for their bakery, when he heard the kitchen telephone ringing.

“Good morning, is this James Grady?” asked a man whose distinctive voice James recognized, though they hadn’t met.

“Yes, sir. I’m James Grady.”

“I’ve seen and admired your film and would like to meet you. I’m in town for a few days and was wondering if you’re available tomorrow at 3:00 PM?”

“Yes, sir. I’m available.”

“Jolly good! I’m at the St. Regis, room 527.”

The next day, James wearing the best of Mr. Ross’ black suits and a pair of fine shined black leather dress shoes entered the St. Regis Hotel on 55th Street off Fifth Avenue. He walked through the lobby filled with smart people and stylishly dressed women having tea in the airy elegant Palm Court, to the elevator.

“Fifth floor” said James to the handsome young, uniformed elevator operator.

James got out and walked down the red and gold carpeted hallway and knock on the door of room 527.

The door opened, there standing in a royal blue plush robe with CG monogramed on the side near his chest was the 30-year-old Cary Grant. James was awestruck that Cary Grant was even more stunning in person in living color then he was on the screen in black and white. There was that dimple in his chin, that thick head of brown parted with a side sweep and those entrancing brown eyes.

“James, you’re more of knockout in person then you were in Farm Boys!” said Cary Grant as he led James into his suite to the bedroom.

“Thank you, Mr. Grant.”

“Call me Cary.”

“Yes, Cary” said James as he began undressing and hanging up his suit, he was soon naked, his cock was so hard. The 6’ 1” Cary Grant took off and tossed his robe on a chair. James thought he’d faint at the sight of Cary Grant’s nude perfect body. His physique was chiseled and muscular, his stomach area was as if ridges had been carved into to it. Then there was Cary Grant’s cock. How could it not have been great? From experience, James judged it to be an eight incher on sight. It was long, thick, uncut and hard. Cary Grant’s stupendous swaying balls hung below.

Cary Grant embraced James; their warm skin collided as did their hard cocks which ground against each other’s. Cary Grant craned his head down and with his luscious lips kissed James who responded. Their tongues slid into each other’s mouths. As they continued kissing, Cary Grant’s strong hands made their way all over James as body, reveling in the firm solid texture of James’ 18-year-old boy flesh. Cary Grant fondled and kneaded James’ ass and was soon fingering it. James felt as if electricity was coursing through his body.   

They continued kissing as Cary Grant walked them to the bed. Cary Grant lay on his back, legs spread, his head propped up by pillows. James lay next to Cary Grant and was transfixed by his erection. James moved to between Cary Grant’s legs. He put his hand on that cock, peeled the foreskin and saw the monumental head, glans and slit that could have been exhibited in a museum of the greatest cocks. James stroked it and played with Cary Grant’s balls.

After kissing it, James Grady took Cary Grant’s manhood in his mouth. He slathered and worshipped every bit of it with his velvet tongue. This remarkable column of male flesh tasted and smelled clean yet manly. The oozing precum was like a delicacy. James worked on Cary Grant’s jewels with his mouth.

Looking up with his angelic face stuffed with cock, James’ eyes stared into Cary Grant’s. James began a virtuoso display of deepthroating. His head and mouth repeatedly glided up and down Cary Grant’s shaft to its base while expertly licking it. There was more and more precum to be tasted.

Throughout getting his cock sucked, Cary Grant sighed, his glorious facial expressions ranged from slightly smiling, wonderment and grimacing from extreme pleasure. He stroked James’ hair. He pulled James’ head off his cock which glistened with James’ saliva. He got up and began greasing his swollen cock with Vaseline which was on the night table. James lay on back and spread his legs and his asshole for Cary Grant.

Cary Grant stood at the head of the bed and pulled James closer to him. Cary Grant’s hand was applying Vaseline to James’ ass crack. Cary Grant lifted James’ legs higher and held them. In one fell swoop, he lunged his cock in and split James’ ass wide open. With his powerful thrusting hips, Cary Grant shoved his cock in and out of James.

“I’m getting fucked by CARY GRANT!” James wanted to shout out loud for the world to hear. He bucked his ass against the tip of Cary Grant’s cock when was it pulled out and then it was rammed back into him. James luxuriated in the supreme pleasure Cary Grant was giving him. This was the fuck to remember the most. James was sobbing and groaning as he got slammed again and again. His hard young cock began twitching and spasming, it exploded, jism gushed out of it like a fountain, some of it splattering on Cary Grant’s chest. Cary Grant continued fucking James, then he pulled his moist and dripping cock out of James’ ass and wiped it clean with a white towel that had the St. Regis logo. 

Cary Grant presented his fantastic cock that had just been fucking James to James in the bed. James opened his mouth wide and commenced giving it the greatest suck of his life because it was Cary Grant’s cock and he’d probably never get it again. Cary Grant put his hands around James’ head as they looked into each other’s eyes. James licked it slowly, savoring the movie star’s man flesh, he tongued the balls, he went back to sucking with force and skill. Inevitably, Cary Grant was panting as James’ mouth was clamped around his cock and began shooting off. James felt the cock in his mouth blasting gobs of Cary Grant’s spunk which he deliriously swallowed.

Cary Grant pulled out his soft, long and sated cock from James’ mouth he put on his robe and lit a Chesterfield. James went to the bathroom and briskly showered.

“George Cukor showed your film during a select party at his house” said Cary Grant as James was dressing. “You were quite the topic of conversation!”

“Thanks, great to hear that Cary.”

“Lovely to meet you James,” said Cary Grant as he shook James’ hand, who palmed and pocketed a fifty-dollar bill.

“I have to take a nap, I’m exhausted, I have quite an evening planned. Dinner at ‘21’, Anything Goes, then drinks at The Stork Club.”

“Enjoy your visit, Cary” smiled James as he left. He took the elevator down to the lobby and went into the smokey and elegant King Cole Bar where a big painting of King Cole loomed. James sat at the bar, as it was 4:30 PM, it wasn’t crowded.

“What’ll it be, young fella?” said the middle-aged bartender.

“A Bloody Mary” said James, opening his sterling silver cigarette case and lighting up a Lucky Strike. He’d read in the newspaper about this popular new cocktail that was invented by a King Cole bartender. He sipped this grand looking delicious concoction of vodka, tomato juice and spices, garnished with a celery stick. He finished his cigarette and then his drink.

He made his way eastward, to Lexington Avenue to get the subway back to Brooklyn. Along the way, passersby gazed at this handsome young man beaming from having had his first Bloody Mary and having just been fucked by Cary Grant. 

Dear James, It was a pleasure meeting you. Best wishes, Cary Grant.

 So, was inscribed the luminous 8 x 10 black and white photograph of Cary Grant wearing a suit and tie with a serious expression that he had given James before they parted. James put it in a frame and hung it on his bedroom wall.

“Holy shit! You lucky bitch!” exclaimed Donny when he saw it. “Tell me everything!”