James Grady

“Meet Mr. Ross, our new tenant” said Nora, one afternoon when James came home after delivering laundry. Sitting in the living room was a dark-haired man of about 30 with Italian American features wearing a pin-stripe suit.

“Prospective tenet” smiled Mr. Ross. “The room is nice, but I have to sample the goods first.”

“Of course, Mr. Ross” said Nora. “James, take Mr. Ross to prospective his room.”

“Fuck! Your mother wasn’t kidding!” exclaimed Mr. Ross as he sat in a chair upstairs while James was between his legs sucking his cock. James was bewitched as Mr. Ross’ cock was the biggest one by far he’d ever seen! He also had the balls of a bull. Mr. Ross’ cock was longer and impressively thicker than Mr. Parker’s and all of the men at the construction site! James had stretched his mouth as wide as he could and got to work. Obviously, he was doing well as Mr. Ross had swollen even more and was leaking.

“Jeez kid, you’re as good as any first-class whore! You’ve really got me going! Take off your clothes.” The blushing James stripped and stood before Mr. Ross, with cock his standing tall. “Turn around.” James did as he was told. “Terrific! Good and round the way I like” said Mr. Ross. James gasped as Mr. Ross groped his ass, at the touch of the strong man’s hand and he sighed when Mr. Ross stuck a finger up inside. “Nice and tight. Get on the bed, on your back and spread your legs.”

From that position, James watched with fascination as Mr. Ross meticulously undressed and hung up his suit and got nude. Besides, his great cock, Mr. Ross had a compact, yet defined torso and was hairy. James’ cock was throbbing, and his ass was quivering at the sight of Mr. Ross. It had been weeks since he’d last been fucked by Mr. Parker, and he wanted it badly from Mr. Ross.

Mr. Ross opened the jar of Vaseline on the night table, lathered his cock and slathered James’ ass. He pulled James forward, lifted him up and firmly entered his ass. James had not been fucked in the position before and it was a new and even more pleasurable experience as Mr. Ross rammed in and out of him, grunting away as the bed quaked and rattled. James was howling and soon shot off. Mr. Ross kept at it and could last. James never had such a fucking before. Mr. Ross yelled as he finished in James’ ass.

“I’m your new tenant!” laughed Mr. Ross as he smoked a cigarette. He was nude and his now soft cock still impressively dangled. “I work odd hours and would want you at different times. Will that be a problem?”

“No, sir.”

“I’m very particular about my clothes. Besides fucking you, I’d also need you to keep my suits brushed and my shoes shined” said Mr. Ross as he handed James a twenty-dollar bill. “This will cover a week.” “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Ross washed his cock in the basin and James wiped his ass and they got dressed.

“These arrangements are satisfactory, Mrs. Grady. I’ll pay for a month” said Mr. Ross as he handed Nora a hundred-dollar bill. 

Indeed, whatever work Mr. Ross did must have been at odd hours. He often didn’t leave the house until the evenings, and so James would go to Mr. Ross for a fuck in the afternoon. Or he’d be gone for a few days and return early in the morning and James would get fucked before delivering his newspapers. No matter when it was, James was happy to be with Mr. Ross again. James so eager for that huge uncut Italian cock. They’d smoke and drink after they fucked.

At times, Mr. Ross requested to just be sucked off early in the morning before James delivered his newspapers. James happily complied by getting on his before Mr. Ross in his underwear. Mr. Ross was quite virile and always shot off bountifully which James delightedly swallowed down. Mr. Ross  gave him one his suits, a snazzy black one that after being tailored fit him perfectly.

One morning, after checking and seeing that Mr. Ross wasn’t in his room, James went outside to put his pile of newspapers in the cart and saw the front page. He ran into the house and yelled “Ma!”

“MOBSTER GUNNED DOWN IN BARBERSHOP” was the headline with a black and white picture that was a close-up of Mr. Ross, slumped in a chair with a bloody barber’s smock over his suit. The story was inside:

Vincent “The Ice Pick” Rossetti, a 32-year-old hitman infamous for using an ice pick on his victims was shot and killed while getting a shave at Roberti’s barbershop this afternoon. A police spokesman stated the slaying was undoubtedly mob related… 

 “Jesus!” exclaimed Nora. “First a bank robber and now a gangster! What a clientele we’ve had!”

“Well, he won’t be needing his things anymore” said Nora when they were in room. “You’ve got a new wardrobe!” she said as they looked in his closet with five suits and several shirts and ties hanging. There were a few pairs of beautiful leather shoes that fit James. “Jesus!” yelled Nora when saw that one of the shoeboxes contained a pile of cash!” Over $1000!” yelled Nora. “I’ll hide it. We certainly can’t take it to the bank without causing a fuss as to where we got it. You go through the rest of his stuff and see what’s of use” Nora said as she left with the shoebox full on money.

In the night table drawer, James found a leather case with five ice picks inside. There was also the big jar of Vaseline Mr. Ross used to fuck James. James got teary. Mr. Ross had been good to him in so many ways. James got on the bed he’d been fucked on many times, undid his pants, took out his cock and began jerking himself while thinking of Mr. Ross, his grand cock and all the good times they had had together.

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