James Grady

It was a bittersweet day at the construction site as the building was nearly finished and the crew would be dispersing for other jobs. As much as James loved Donny and treasured his cock and was so happy to regularly get his ass fucked by it, he looked forward to that six-times a week daily hour where his nature was truly displayed. He knew he was a lucky queer who could not only count on having several workingman’s luscious cocks to suck, but there was also the cash that stuffed his pockets as well for doing what he enjoyed. There was the feeling of satisfaction while swallowing load after load spunk. Being on his knees in that toolshed were among the happiest days of his life. Everything comes to an end. The men would find other cocksuckers and James would find other opportunities.

After selling sandwiches, James went to the shed where there were nine men lined up for him. Mr. Russo was there with a short, dark-haired 18-year-old young man. “This is my nephew Sal” he said to James. “My sister found out he’s a queer, caught him fooling around with the mailman. I’ve been training him to make him as good as you are” he laughed. “I’m going to put him work on the site I’ll be managing in the Bronx. He’s going to watch you to see how it’s done.” “Sure, Mr. Russo, nice to meet you Sal.”

A burly Italian American construction worker in his 20’s went into the tool shed with James, followed by Sal who stood off to the side. James got on his knees as the worker tossed a dollar into the pail, undid his belt, and sat on a cement sack while James sucked him off. The worker pulled up his jeans, left and was replaced by the next man. So, it went with Sal present until James had serviced all who who’d been waiting while staying on his knees.

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. Good luck, kid” said James to Sal as he left the site for the last time.

“I think it’s a grand idea!” said Nora that night as they were eating dinner. “You’d do all this for me?” said Donny. “Damn right!” said James. “You shouldn’t be breaking your back for Krauss. You should be working for yourself.”

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James had informed them of his plans. Donny was to quit his job at the bakery, and they would open their own bakery. James would stop delivering newspapers and doing laundry. They would rent a nearby hat store that had been closed for two years, it wouldn’t have to be remodeled too much. They would use the house's kitchen to bake pies and cakes made to order. They would buy an in industrial oven for bread and set it up in the backyard shed. Donny and James would do the baking, bring the goods to the shop to sell, which Nora would run. Donny’s products were delicious and why shouldn’t they go into business for themselves? They had plenty of money to invest and it wasn’t much risk, people need to eat.

The next day, James dressed in a suit and tie and went to the Katz Reality office with one of Donny’s apple pies in a box. “I’m here to see Mr. Katz” said James to a stern older woman. “What is this in reference to?” “I’m interested in renting one of his properties.” She stared at him, got up from her desk and returned a few minutes later. “He’ll see you, go straight down the hall.”

“What do you want to rent?” asked Mr. Katz from his desk in a low voice. He was 34, thin, medium height, dark-haired, brown-eyed and cleanshaven with a prominent nose. James found him to be exotically handsome.

“125 Squire Street, sir” said the standing James.

“The hat store, you know from hats?”

“No, sir. It’s to be a bakeshop. My cousin is a baker. We’d bake at home and sell from the shop. My mother would run it. Here,” said James as took the apple pie out of the box.

“Tastes as good as it looks” said Mr. Katz after he tasted a bit of it with a fork. “$60 a month.”

“Mr. Katz, I’m prepared to pay for a year in cash.”

“Okay, $50 a month.”

“Ah, Mr. Katz, it’s on a side street and it’s been empty for two years. I’m sure you’d be happy to have it rented again.”

“$45 a month and don’t be pushy.”

“I am pushy” said James as he walked over to Mr. Katz, spun his wheelie chair around and dropped to his knees. “Ah Mr. Katz, I’m sure you could do better” said James as he kneaded Mr. Katz’s stiffening cock and heavy balls through his black suit trousers. 

“Hold all calls” barked Mr. Katz into the phone on his desk as James undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, pulled down his underwear and took out his cock and balls. James stared in fascination as he saw his first cut cock and it was beautiful, a long column of pink flesh with a magnificent head oozing juice. “It’s true, the bigger the nose, the bigger the cock” thought James as he held Mr. Katz’s stiffening large organ.

Mr. Katz was in 1934, used to deadbeat tenants propositioning him for rent relief in all sorts of seamy variations. Never had a ballsy boy with such chutzpah barged into his office to bargain. Mr. Katz delighted in the extreme pleasure of getting his tool worked on by this cocky kid’s velvet tongue. He obviously knew his way around a cock and Mr. Katz marveled at the professional deepthroating he was getting. Mr. Katz gasped as James suckled his balls as well.

“Bend over the desk and I’ll make it $40 a month” growled Mr. Katz.

James got up from his knees, undid his pants, pulled down his underwear and bent over Mr. Katz’s desk. Mr. Katz reached into a desk drawer, pulled out a bottle of hand lotion, greased up his large cut cock and drizzled James’ ass. He then shoved his cock into James with one hard thrust, this boy is hot to trot, thought Mr. Katz, no need for niceties. James had gotten used to Donny’s lovemaking in a bed and was now delighted to be taking a good hard fucking from an aggressive man on a desk in the middle of the morning. The grunting Mr. Katz’s pounding was relentless. The sobbing James’ ballooned cock soon shot off on the desk due to Mr. Katz’s supreme cocksmanship.

“$30 a month and I’ll come here once a week” groaned James as Mr. Katz continued to fuck him.

“Done! Kid you drive a hard bargain” exclaimed Mr. Katz.

“You drive an even harder bargain, Mr. Katz.”

“Call me Jake.”

Soon, overcome with lust and the situation, Mr. Katz exploded inside James. He pulled out of James, walked to the bathroom and returned. James then collected himself, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. When he returned, Mr. Katz was smoking a cigarette and sipping a shot of whiskey. James took the shot glass on the desk, sipped and lit a cigarette. From his wallet, James counted out three hundred-dollar bills and three twenty-dollar bills and placed the cash on Mr. Katz’s desk.

“Kid, you have quite a head and for business too” chuckled Mr. Katz.

“I was taught well on both counts, Jake.”

They continued their libations.

“Ma, draw up a one-year lease for 125 Squire Street at $30 a month” said Mr. Katz to the older woman when he and James were in the outer office.    

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Grady’s (Donny insisted on that name) Bakery soon opened and was a success with Nora running the shop and the boys baking all night and delivering the goods in the morning. Then they fucked, slept and did it all over again.

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