James Grady

James quietly walked past Miss Dennis and Miss Sloane’s rooms and then walked downstairs with some difficulty, having just had his ass split open by a big cock for the first time. He went to the kitchen. “I fixed you a plate, you must be starving. Mr. Parker said it would be best if your stomach wasn’t full” said his mother, Nora. He devoured his dinner in silence.

“No. That’s for you, you earned it” sighed Nora when James put the two-dollars Mr. Parker had given him on the table. “That was part of the arrangement. He offered an extra ten dollars weekly rent to have you, and something extra for you. He must be able to afford it, being a bigshot at the bank. I figured since you’re that way, it wouldn’t be any harm to you. Was it your first time?”

“Yes.”

Nora left the kitchen and soon returned with a bottle of whiskey and a pack of Lucky Strikes.

“You’re a man now” she said as she poured the whiskey into two glasses and lit a cigarette, as did James. They sipped their whiskeys.

“You must have liked it, you’re absolutely glowing!”

“Ma!”

“Aww go on” laughed Nora. “I liked it with a boy in Ireland and I liked it with your pa. I like it now and then with Mr. Kelly across the street.”

Due to the whiskey and his mother’s forthrightness, James felt a barrier had been broken. “Yeah, I liked it a lot” he said grinning.

“I bet he has a big one, with you limping and all.”

“Yeah, he’s real big.”

“Good for you. Your uncle, my older brother is a queer. You’re the spitting image of him in every way. Our father caught him carrying on with a boy cousin in the barn. Beat him up and threw him out of the house. Ireland’s a damn backward country. He went to London, found a man and is happy. I got the hell out Ireland when I was 16. I love you, no matter what you are, that doesn’t matter. These are bad times and there’s no shame in going with a man to get something out of it. It’s the way of the world. You’re sensitive, don’t go all soft on Mr. Parker. He’s a man out for his pleasure, like most of them are.” They finished their whiskies and cigarettes and hugged before going to bed.

The next morning, James was aware of his sore ass as he delivered his newspapers, and his cock was hard as could be all day thinking of Mr. Parker and wanting his cock again. Selling sandwiches at the construction site was now charged as James looked at the rugged working men, imagining sucking their cocks. When it was time to do laundry, James was overcome with emotion seeing the towel he’d been fucked on with his dried spunk on it. Then he saw the towel he’d cleaned his ass with, covered in Mr. Parker’s dried spunk. He raced to the shed where he furiously and quickly jerked himself off. 

Though he’d just jerked off, James was rock hard again as he lay in the tub taking a warm bath as he wanted to be all clean for Mr. Parker. Later, when he was serving dinner, he saw Mr. Parker who was so handsome in his dark suit laughing and flirting with Miss Dennis and Miss Sloane.

“Oh yeah, that feels so good. You’re getting to be quite a cocksucker” moaned Mr. Parker who was now in his underwear and tank top with James between his spread legs sucking his cock. All of James’ longing was expressed by using his mouth to worship Mr. Parker’s manhood. He savored its manly scent and the ambrosia oozing from Mr. Parker’s pulsing organ. “Go to the bed” he uttered in his deep voice. “We’ll try it without the belt but keep it down.”

James rose, went to the bed, undid his trousers, pulled down his underwear and positioned himself on the towel, baring his ass for Mr. Parker. James felt his hole being greased up with the cool gel. Then there was the amazing sensation of the slow entry of the nob of Mr. Parker’s cock. James controlled his sounds of pleasure, keeping them to a low sobbing. His insides were on fire as Mr. Parker got his whole cock in. Soon, there was the joy for James of once again getting fucked and feeling Mr. Parker’s big heavy balls slapping against his ass. Mr. Parker was now more vigorous and aggressive in his fucking which delighted James. He was teary from happiness and gasped as felt his hard dick spurting on the towel from getting fucked.

Mr. Parker pulled his cock out of James’ ass and wiped it clean with a cloth. He sat back down on a chair. “You have to learn to finish off a man with your mouth. That’s what you’ll be doing a lot of. Not every man wants to or has the time to fuck. Get back down on my cock.” James rose from the bed, cleaned himself up and pulled up his underwear and trousers. Once again, he was on his knees and sucking Mr. Parker’s cock.

James was even more excited, knowing what would soon happen and was focused on using his lips, tongue and mouth on the panting Mr. Parker. Soon, he felt Mr. Parker’s cock spasming and then James’ mouth was filled with Mr. Parker’s thick hot spunk. “That’s it boy, swallow it all down.” James, with difficulty began gulping Mr. Parker’s load. “Very good. Boy, I’m honored to be your first man and the one to turn you into a full-fledged queer.” The sweated-up Mr. Parker handed James a $2 bill.

Life was better now. “You look so beautiful!” exclaimed James when he saw Nora after she returned from the beauty parlor with her hair cut and colored, holding a box with a new dress. James himself was dapper in the new clothes he had bought. They treated themselves to a fancy Sunday dinner at the German beer garden.

Weeks went by with James doing his daily chores and taking care of Mr. Parker in the evenings. “Don’t go all soft on Mr. Parker” Norah had said. Though they were intimate, James understood the boundaries of their relationship, that he was there to serve Mr. Parker and not to chitchat unless Mr. Parker wished to, which he didn’t anymore.

On a Thursday night, after they’d fucked, instead of Mr. Parker dismissing James after handing him a $2 bill, he invited him to stay for a drink and a smoke.

“You’re a fine young man, stay close with your mother. Have you been with other men yet besides me?”

“No, sir.”

“You should. I’ve trained you well, you’re a true slut now who can give men what they really want. Seize opportunities when they’re presented to you, and if they’re not, make opportunities” said Mr. Parker as he poured himself another drink. “I started at the bank 10 years ago as a trainee, then I became a teller and now I’m the assistant manager. There’s an expression, ‘a two-dollar whore.’ That’s the cheapest men pay for a fuck. A dollar for just a suck. Remember that. Never less. Free, only if a fella really does it for you. Good night…”

The next day, Friday, was odd as Mr. Parker did not come back for dinner. Miss Dennis and Miss Sloane ate by themselves. After doing the dishes, James and his mother went to Mr. Parker’s room. The door was unlocked. They entered and saw that Mr. Parker’s clothes and possessions were gone. On the bed were two envelopes, one said “Mrs. Grady” and the other said “James.”

“Jesus!” yelled Nora. There were five $20 bills inside! There was also $100 in James’ envelope, as well as a small black and white photograph of Mr. Parker.

“I’m Detective Shaw and this is Detective Murphy” said the serious and handsome plain-clothed policeman Tuesday morning at the rooming house. “Mr. Parker listed this as is residence. Is he a tenant here?”

“Yes” said Nora. “He hasn’t been here since Friday morning.”

“Makes sense” said Detective Murphy when they were all in Mr. Parker’s empty room. “He’s on the lamb.”

“What’s this about?” said Nora.

“The bank conducted their quarterly audit yesterday. It seems that over the last three months Mr. Parker wrote and cashed many fake checks. He made off with $10,000. If you see him or if he contacts you, give us a call” said Detective Shaw as he handed a card to Nora.

“That rascal!” laughed Nora to James when they were alone. “Well, we’ll never see him again! It was nice of him to pay for his room for the next few weeks. That’ll tide us over until we get another special tenant.”

James had been silent but his expression of sadness on the verge of tears was evident to his mother.

“Aww look at you! Sure, you’re blue about not getting it anymore from Mr. Parker, but you’re a dream boat, you’ll find other fellas.”

Note: In 1934, one-dollar was the equivalent of nineteen-dollars today.