James Grady

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

“Tuna or egg salad?” said James to Mr. Russo, the helmeted foreman of the construction site the next day, Saturday. “Tuna” replied the 35-year-old tall, dark and handsome Mr. Russo, who then tossed a quarter into the pail on the table.

“Uh, Mr. Russo I was wondering if I could have a word with you before I go.”

“Sure, kid.”

In the next 15 minutes James sold ten more sandwiches to the crew of 20 men. Some brought their own lunch, others bought food from other vendors. James found Mr. Russo who was sitting on bench smoking a cigarette.

“What’s up?”

“I see how hard you work, like my old man worked.”

“Yeah, that was a damn shame what happened to him. I’m glad you and your mother have been able to get by.”

“Thanks, sir. I appreciate you letting me sell here and not charging.”

“No problem. I knew your Dad, it’s the least I can do.”

“I’d like to show you some appreciation. I’d like to give a good time.” James said smiling while looking intently into Mr. Russo’s eyes.

“Oh, really?” said the grinning Mr. Russo. “When and where?”

“Now, in the tool shed.”

“Kid, you got all the angles worked out” laughed Mr. Russo. “Sure, you’re a cute boy and since you’re game.”

James followed Mr. Russo into the tool shed, and Mr. Russo locked the door and sat on a sack of cement. James got between his legs, undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, pulled down his underwear and took out his big  uncut Italian American cock and large hairy balls and began stroking and cupping. Mr. Russo heavy breathing increased as James took his cock in his mouth.

Like Mr. Parker, Mr. Russo was a man’s man and had a quality piece of meat which excited James. He lavished that sweaty tube and meaty balls with his tongue, which drove Mr. Russo to ecstasy. After several minutes of James’ sucking, Mr. Russo’s cock began quivering and erupted like a spigot, blasting gobs of hot spunk in James’ throat, which he eagerly swallowed down. Mr. Parker had trained him well.

“Good job, kid” said Mr. Russo in his deep voice, as he did up his jeans.

“Thanks, Mr. Russo. I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I thought maybe you could put the word out to your men that after selling sandwiches, I’d be available at lunchtime here for this. I charge a dollar a head, I’ll do you for free whenever you want, and I’d kick back $5 a week to you.”

“Kid, you really do have all the angles covered!” laughed Mr. Russo. “Sure, I’ll put the word out and vouch for you. Hell, getting their balls drained should get more work out of them, and I sure could use the money. What a world we’re living in.”

“Here, as a gesture of good faith” said James as he handed Mr. Russo a $5 bill and they shook hands.

Monday at noon, selling sandwiches for James was a charged event, as the construction workers looked at him lustfully, some grinned and some winked at him. When he was done selling sandwiches, he headed to the tool shed.

“…you’ll have fellas lining up for your mouth,” Mr. Parker had said. Indeed, that had come to pass. There were five hulky construction workers waiting for James. He went into the shed with the first man.

He was about 30, tall, thin, red-haired and had a weathered tough face. He threw a dollar into the pail, undid his muddy jeans and sat on a sack of cement with his long slender uncut cock out. James got to work on him. Out of the corner of his eye James noticed that through a crack in the shed’s wooden wall, a man was watching. This excited James even more, especially when he realized other men were taking turns watching him suck the redhead’s cock. “Good! They’ll see I’m worth a dollar!” he thought.

The redhead soon was shooting off and James was ardently swallowing him. The redhead stood up and did his jeans up. There had been no talking. This scene was repeated for an Italian American in his 20s, and then for a Greek immigrant in his 30s. Both had hairy dark uncut big cocks which James serviced to perfection.  

James was surprised when two men walked into the shed together. One was about 40 and gray-haired, the other was black-haired and looked to be his own age, 18. They undid their slopped-up jeans and sat on sacks of cement. “Take turns on us” barked the older one. James was unexpectedly beside himself having two fine cocks to suck at the same time!

He switched back and forth with his mouth between the men, stroking the cock he wasn’t sucking. The younger was noisy with his passionate howls while the older one was silent. The younger one shot off first, James had to work harder to get the older one to finish.

“Now you know how great it feels to get your cock sucked off by a queer” said the older to the younger. “It sure does, thanks, pa!”

“The men are very happy; you’re going to be very popular” said Mr. Russo as he smoked a cigarette while James was sucking his cock. After swallowing Mr. Russo, James was now done for the day here. He’d made back the five dollars he gave to Mr. Russo, the rest of the week’s take would be profit.