“Rocco is a finocchio, I see it if no one else does. It’s okay by me, that he is that way. He’s never gone out with a girl. I got seven grandkids, if one is a finocchio, that’s life and nothing to be ashamed of. My youngest brother was one, it runs in all families. I want you to talk to the kid.”
So, observed my 65-year-old retired trucker father; Rocco is my 18-year-old nephew, finocchio is Italian slang for faggot. It was July 1982. My younger brother Dominick and I were sitting in the backyard of the Bensonhurst, Brooklyn house we grew up in. We visit monthly for a Sunday dinner family get together. We were all wearing shorts and polo shirts, sipping Jack Daniels and smoking Camels.
My name is Don Castellano, I was born in Brooklyn and so I am direct. I owned a solid B-level casting agency housed in a Midtown office. My clients mostly got work on soap operas, in Off-Broadway theater and featured roles in New York-shot movies, A few became well known performers. I had an eye for talent, and for those who were better off suited using their good looks and charm turning tricks with men. I set up cute young guys who had no chance of making it in show business with pimps for $1000 bounty. It worked out well for all involved. I took on other similar projects, like finding boys for porn flicks and I once found the right boys for a successful band.
I was into the clone look back then and constantly bagged a lot of hot bottoms. Of course, I did. I was 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I was in great shape at 34. I wore tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair was cut short, and I had a mustache. My voice was deep and masculine. Oh, and I was hung. My cut dick was exactly eight inches by five inches and was stunning, I had a fine pair of big hairy swaying balls. I was an irresistible total top, and I knew it.
Some months ago, my 28-year-old brother, Dominick came to me with a business proposition. He was tall, dark, hung and hot like me. He was also the family fuck up. He drifted from job to job and had done time for stock fraud. In prison he got into fucking boys. When he got out we shared boys together. Dominick’s brainstorm was that we go into business; rent an apartment and staff it with guys I had procured as whores. He would run it, make the appointments and watch over everything. He needed a job, so I gave him seed money to start up and sent him boys. Dominick had a head for this business, and it took off. I was now getting thick weekly envelopes stuffed with $100 bills. The business was on 39th Street off Lexington Avenue.
“Isn’t that Janet and Joe’s business?” I said to my father. Janet was my older sister; Joe was her husband; Rocco was the youngest of their four children. They own and run a neighborhood restaurant.
“Yeah, if the kid is a fag, what are we supposed to do about it?” said Dominick.
“Rocco ain’t going tell his parents or me and your mother what he is. He’s too scared about how we would react. You’re his successful uncles who got out of here and into Manhattan, he’d be more honest with you. The kid barely graduated high school; he doesn’t have the mind for college. You both know people, get him a job in the city. You all should take him under your wing, move him in with one of you. This neighborhood is no place for a fag, he should be with his own kind of people in the city, here he could get into trouble” said my father.
“Okay Pop, we’ll talk to him and see what’s going on” I said.
It was 2:45 PM, we wouldn’t be eating until 4:00 PM, enough time for this mission. Dominick and I went into the living room, our relatives were sitting around watching TV. My mother was alone in the kitchen cooking, how she liked it.
“Hey Rocco, could we talk to you upstairs?”
“Sure, Uncle Don” he said in a pleasant voice.
18-year-old Rocco was a bit on the short side, thin, brown haired and had striking brown eyes. His cute face veered from sullen to animated to angelic. I had not really thought about Rocco much and hadn’t really noticed him at the family dinners. Now, with my father’s comments in my mind, I did notice him, particularly his luscious, sensuous lips. My dick was hard.
The three of us went upstairs and into the bedroom Dominick and I had slept in when we lived at home, my parents kept it the way it was. There were lots of trophies from when Dominick and I played softball and bowled in high school.
Dominick and I sat on the edge of the bed, Rocco sat in a desk chair.
“So, Rocco, do you like dick?” asked Dominick.
“Huh?” said the blushing Rocco.
“It’s okay if you do, there’s nothing wrong with that. You can tell us” I said.
“Yes, I’m gay. Please don’t tell anyone!”
“Of course not! No one in the family besides us needs to know” said Dominick.
“Have you had sex?” I asked.
“Yes, with boys at school.”
“What have you done with the boys at school?” I asked.
“I gave them hand jobs and blowjobs.”
“Nice. Have you been fucked?” asked Dominick.
Yes.”
“So, you’re the school slut. Cool!” said Dominick.
“When did you last get fucked?” I asked.
“Yesterday, a boy at school told his father about me. I went to the garage the father owns; I took care of both of them together.”
“That’s fucking hot Rocco! Want to take care of us together?” asked Dominick.
“WHAT?! Here?! Now?!”
“Why not? We got time before dinner. We both have big cocks, you love big cocks, don’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, sure I love big cocks, but you’re my uncles!”
“So? We’re all men, I’ve seen you checking us out” said Dominick unzipping the fly of his shorts and hauling out his thick hard cut eight inches and big balls. I unzipped and took out my equipment. Rocco’s eyes widened. “Come on Rocco, it’s okay. How can you resist two pieces of meat like this?”
Oh yeah, Pop was right, our Rocco was a real finocchio! His face lit up at the site of Dominick’s and my hard eight-inch dicks. I’ve seen that look on the faces of many gay boys I fucked in my office. That undeniable expression of sheer joy being around a tough man’s big dick and all the desire that inspires.
In a flash, Rocco was on his knees before us, he stroked each of our dicks, then took Dominick’s joint in his mouth. His tongue licked it all over as he stroked my dick. Rocco displayed tremendous powers of concentration as he sucked Dominick’s cock and stroked mine. Rocco was in a frenzy pigging out on Dominick’s cock, the sounds of him deepthroating it were something.
“Fuck! Don! Look at this slut go! He is amazing! Rocco, you learned valuable skills in school!”
Rocco switched his mouth onto my cock and was stroking Dominick’s.
“The kid gives great hand jobs too!”
Rocco was indeed a fantastic cocksucker who never gagged, the boys at his high school and their fathers were lucky to have him.
“Okay, time for fucking” said Dominick, “Rocco strip, get in the bed on your hands and knees.”
Rocco hurriedly stripped and was now nude in position, his firm defined body and beautiful round ass, his nice-sized dick was hard, and his dangling balls were all on view. Our nephew really was a sexy little slut. Dominick and I undressed and swaggered around with our stiff eight-inch dicks and balls swinging. Dominick took out a tube of Vaseline from the pocket of his shorts. He was always prepared! He greased up his cock and Rocco’s ass crack.
“Ah, fuck!” sighed Dominick as he inched his cock into Rocco’s ass, “Don, this kid’s snatch is like tight velvet!” Dominick’s dick was buried to the hilt deep inside our nephew. Dominick gripped Rocco’s ass and began fucking him. Rocco was moaning in ecstasy; his cute face had a sensual expression.
“Uncle Don, I really like it at both ends.”
“Sure, kid.” I stood near the edge of the bed and extended my dick to Rocco’s face. He started sucking my cock, as Dominick pounded his ass. Dominick pulled his dripping dick out of Rocco’s ass, I took his place and rammed my cock into Rocco, he was now sucking Dominick’s cock. It was a lusty and noisy spectacle as us two uncles passionately and simultaneously sodomized our eager nephew orally and anally. An orgasmic miracle occurred! As Rocco’s dick gushed his cum splattered all over the faded blue bedspread, I hollered as I began cumming inside Rocco, Dominick yelled as his dick blasted his cum in Rocco’s throat where it was swallowed down. We were all exhilarated and lay back in the wrecked bed with Rocco in the middle. We all smoked Camels.
“So, Rocco” I said as I took a drag on my Camel, “How’d you get started with all this?”
“I always had these thoughts in my head but kept them to myself on account of everybody saying it was bad and guys who do those things go to hell. Then a sexy boy in gym saw me staring at him, he smiled, and I followed him to the bathroom. We went into a stall. Oh! It was great! I’d always wanted to suck a dick and he let me suck his! It was like magic; I knew just what to do with his dick. After he came in my mouth, we went back to class. Soon, other boys wanted to be with me in the bathroom. I got caught once by Father Mike, the gym teacher. He wasn’t angry and said he wouldn’t report me. He just wanted me to come to his office after school, he wanted to teach me more. I was so happy that he was the first guy to fuck me, he knew what he was doing and has such a great dick. I told boys they could fuck me too if they wanted to. Gym became my favorite class!”
“Rocco,” began Dominick, “How would you like to come live with me and work for us in the city?”
“Wow! That would be awesome! Doing what?”
“Just what you did now, what you did with boys at school.”
“That’s incredible! It sure beats working in the restaurant. When would this be?”
“How about tonight after dinner?”
“Oh, man! I can’t believe it! I’m so happy!”
“We’re happy you’re happy” I said.
We all went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up.
“Dinner’s ready!” yelled my mother from downstairs.
In the dining room we all sat at two long tables, one for the adults and one for the children.
“Pop, you were right about that matter, it’s taken care of” said Dominick. Our father shrugged his shoulders. We were all hungry and dug into the feast my mother had prepared. I saw the glowing Rocco at the children’s table wolf down another manicotti. We went through a few bottles of red wine at the adult’s table.
“Pop says you’re going take Rocco off our hands, thanks, we appreciate it” said my sister Janet.
“Yeah, this is a relief! Thanks!” said her husband Joe, “We’re closing the restaurant all of August, we’re taking a second honeymoon. We were worried about leaving Rocco on his own.”
“Hey, family is family” said Dominick, “I got plenty of room.”
“He’s a man now and should be off on his own” said Janet.
“That’s so nice of you Don, giving Rocco a job in the mailroom of your office” said Anthony.
“Ah, I know he’ll do well there” I said.
“Hey Rocco!,” yelled my mother, “You better come back once a month for dinner!”
“I will nonna!” said Rocco from the other table.
We finished dinner and we all said our goodbyes, with hugs and handshakes.
“Doesn’t Rocco need to stop home first to pack?” asked Janet.
“Nah,” said Dominick, “Don and I will take him clothes shopping tomorrow, a new wardrobe for our nephew’s new life! It’s on us.”
“That real generous!” said Joe.
“Don’t mention it” I said.
Dominick, Rocco and I got the subway back to Manhattan. The plan was for me to take Rocco home with me to West 49th Street, get him ready tomorrow and send him to Dominick on East 39th Street. Dominick went home. Rocco and I were walking on 8th Avenue past the Adonis, the premiere gay porn theater.
“Wow! They sure don’t have places like these in Bensonhurst!” exclaimed Rocco.
“Let’s go in!” I said.
“Wow!”
I paid the cashier for two admittances. We walked through the ornate lobby and into the sparse theater, we went upstairs in the balcony, where the action was.
We sat watching a beach house-set porn flick. Two of the actors were boys I had fucked in my office before sending them to a porn producer for a fee.
“Go on, have fun” I said to Rocco. He went off in the balcony. He came back a half hour later.
“How’d you make out?” I asked.
“Great! I sucked off three sexy guys!”
“Good for you! I got a blowjob from a nice college boy, let’s go for a drink.”
We walked over to the Town and Country, a gay bar on 46th Street and Ninth Avenue. Rocco was wide-eyed at being in his first gay bar. We sipped Jack Daniels on the rocks and smoked a few Camels. Then it was home at midnight, tomorrow would be a long day. Rocco slept with me in my bed.
Before I left to work at my office I gave Rocco a list of things to do and an envelope with money. Hours later Rocco arrived at my office, an assistant had taken him to the wardrobe room and decked him out in classic Brooks Brothers, instead of boxer shorts he had been given a jockstrap to wear underneath.
“Oh, Rocco! You’re so beautiful!”
Indeed, after time in a hair salon, Rocco was now a lustrous blond, an optician had fitted him with blue contact lenses, now he had the most glorious blue eyes. He was dressed in khakis, a light blue dress shirt, a red tie and a blue blazer with gold buttons. He was a stunning vision of gorgeousness.
“You look like an Upper East Side prep school WASP lad instead of a dago hood from the asshole of Brooklyn! You’re going to make a fortune! The sight of you will make men’s dicks hard! Mine sure is!”
“Well, I know what to do about that” said Rocco in his pleasing youthful voice. He walked to my desk and got on his knees. He went for my belt, in a flash he had it undone and had unbuttoned the fly of my jeans. My nephew was now licking the head of my cock and soon had all eight inches down his throat to the base. I looked into his new blues and took in the grand sight of his gleaming blond head and boyish face stuffed with my cock and felt his firm tongue lavishing my meat. Rocco truly was a master cocksucker with the instincts of a shrewd whore. Having gotten me stiff and dripping, he rose, pulled down his pants and bent over my desk. His delectable fleshy pale ass was framed by the straps of his jockstrap, and his enticing pink slot was quivering in anticipation of being rammed by my tool.
I gobbed my cock with Vaseline and gobbed his hole. I piston-fucked him while I stroked his blond hair. His light whimpering was such a turn on and contrasted with my guttural groaning. I put my hand on his jock, and felt the solid mound in his pouch, his dick was straining in it, he was so aroused by being fucked by his uncle. His whimpering became sobbing as I felt the explosion of his cum in the tight pouch of his jock as his solid dick twitched and blasted from exhilaration. I continued hammering away at his ass with my cock, I jizzed off deep inside him. I pulled out and wiped my dick off with a towel. Rocco strode to the bathroom. He returned, radiant with the afterglow of having just had his ass forcefully fucked, the way he liked it. We sipped a shot of Jack Daniels and smoked a Camel.
“Well, have a great first day!” I handed him Dominick’s business card, “I won’t see you for a while, so take care…”
Rocco arrived at the East 39th Street apartment. Dominick led him past the living room where three well-dressed adorable boys were sitting around, to the kitchen. Dominick unzipped the fly of his custom-made gray pinstripe suit and fished out his one-eyed monster.
“Blow me.”
Rocco clad in his finery, got on his knees and sucked off and swallowed his uncle’s load.
They then sat at the table of Dominick’s command center. Three television sets allowed him to monitor the events in the bedrooms. Ledgers and notebooks enabled his bookkeeping and appointment setting. Dominick explained the setup, that johns paid the house $100 for an hour in a bedroom. The boys kept tips from johns.
“Around here, your name is Ricky instead of Rocco. Ricky is more classy and not so ethnic. Also, no one knows we’re related. As far as everyone is concerned, you’re just another whore Don sent over and you’ll be treated like the other whores. Your first trick is in bedroom three” said Dominick.
Rocco entered the bedroom and was taken aback; he popped a boner. Sitting nude in a wing chair smoking a Newport was 28-year-old mustached Ray Salazar, a smoldering Puerto Rican cocaine dealer. His body was lean and toned, his uncut dick was an alluring thick dark pipe that was just over eight inches long, his massive tan balls dangled over the edge of the chair. From a small jar and on a tiny spoon, Ray snorted some cocaine, grinned and spoke in a soothing deep voice.
“Hey baby, make yourself comfortable between my legs!”
Rocco darted over to this hulking nude god and lowered himself in his khakis before him. Rocco was fascinated, he’d only been with boys at school or the occasional adult, they were all white. Here was this Latin stallion that he was tasked to pleasure. Ray tossed him three one-hundred-dollar bills, which Rocco put in the inside pocket of his blazer.
“Yo, Dominick says you’re real slutty, that’s cool with me! Still, I’m your first trick, I’m the first man to pay you to be a ho, that’s special to me. You won’t ever forget me, Ray Salazar! Dominick lets me have first crack at his new bitches, for a price, which I’m happy to pay. Now baby, show me how slutty you are!”
Rocco happily opened his mouth wide, extended his tongue and began licking the head of Ray’s proud champion cock. He did the entire shaft with his mouth, he tongued those prize balls and set about to deepthroat the whole hog.
“Fuck! Dominick wasn’t kidding! You’re a slutty boy who loves cock! You’re my kind of boy! A blond, blue-eyed beautiful pussy boy who know his place is being on his knees for an hombre fuerte.” Ray withdrew his cock from Rocco’s mouth, “Look at that! I’m so fucking hard!”
Ray’s erection was now even larger and gleamed with his precum and Rocco’s spittle. Ray poured lines of cocaine on his horsecock.
“Ever done this before, baby?”
“No.”
“Go ahead baby, it’ll make you feel real good and up for taking my pinga grande up your ass.”
Rocco put his face to the cock he’d just been sucking on, he lowered his nose to the manflesh and snorted the cocaine. The pleasure centers of his brain were jolted and it seemed as though colorful stars were floating in front of his eyes, his face had a big smile on it. He felt like he was flying.
“Get your clothes off, show your man that ass he’s going to be fucking” said Ray.
Energized by the cocaine, Rocco hurriedly undressed and was nude except for his jock, standing backward in front of Ray.
“Sweet!” roared Ray upon seeing the fleshy contours of Rocco’s ass cheeks with its enticing pink smooth pristine rosebud.
Rocco got up out of the wing chair with his hard dick and swaying balls, and grabbed Rocco’s arm and pulled him into the bed. Ray positioned them side by side and cradled Rocco from behind. Ray slathered his pulsating pinga with Vaseline and slicked Rocco’s ass crack. Ray’s big strong hands caressed Rocco’s chest and nipples. Rocco had never had a man touch him that way before and he was buzzed from the cocaine, he was in another dimension of consciousness.
Ray thrust his hips sending his cock into Rocco’s ass. Ray’s manhood glided into Rocco’s willing chute. Rocco gurgled with pleasure as he felt his insides parting to take in Ray’s dick. He babbled as Ray began fucking him. His dick strained in the pouch of his jock. It was electrifying feeling Ray’s hand caress him all over. Rocco who joyfully sucked dick in bathroom stalls and bent over a toilet to get fucked by teenagers was now experiencing the newfound bliss of a man making love to him. Such was the power of Rocco’s beauty that Ray was inspired to be tender yet firm as he continued thrusting his cock deeply in and out of Rocco’s slot. Ray could be rough mother fucker, in prison he’d been in a gang and participated in many brutal rapes of white inmates, he was only concerned with degrading those victims while reaching his orgasm. Now, he was kneading Rocco’s hard dick and bouncing balls through his jock, excited at the pleasure he was giving Rocco. Rocco wailed as he experienced the greatest orgasm of his 18-year-old life, Ray felt the jock becoming soiled as Rocco’s dick began spurting its cum, contained while seeping through pouch. Ray had been holding off his climax, he fucked Rocco some more and then his cock exploded inside Rocco flooding his guts with his stinging Latin love juice. They lay panting as Ray held Rocco in his muscular arms. Ray sighed as he got up, he poured them shots of tequila, they sipped and smoked Newports.
Ray led Rocco to the bathroom, they hopped into the shower together. The hot water cleansed their bodies of their sweat and spilled semen. The tall, dark and powerful Ray towered over the relatively diminutive, pale and unassuming Rocco as they scrubbed each other bodies with soapy sponges. Rocco washed off the massive dick that he had just taken in his mouth and deep up his ass. Ray cleaned the stunning young white ass he had just fucked. They toweled off themselves dry. Ray put on his snug light gray suit that showcased his athletic physique and ample crotch. Rocco got back into his preppy attire. They were at the door of the bedroom.
“Nice meeting you, Ricky” said Ray as he embraced Rocco and fondled his ass. He bent his head down and kissed Rocco on the lips. Rocco opened his mouth, their lounges meshed. Rocco was overwhelmed, he had never been kissed by a man before. They briefly made out while feeling each other up, Ray broke it off, opened the door and walked out. Rocco went to the kitchen.
“Holy fucking shit!” roared Dominick, “You two were on fire!” Dominick had watched the steamy fuck session between his nephew and the badass Puerto Rican drug dealer on the kitchen table television broadcast by the close circuit camera in the bedroom. “I had to jerk off, that was so fucking hot! Sit down.” Rocco sat across from his uncle.
“Listen kid” said Dominick as he puffed on a Camel, “You got to realize that this was an exception. Not all tricks are going to be so sexy like Ray, this is a job, you’re working. Got it?’
“Yesh, sure” said the sullen Rocco.
“Good, now go sit in the living room with the other whores…”
Indeed, Rocco’s clients for the rest of the afternoon were a procession of suited white men in their 40’s and 50’s who wanted a good time with the new boy. Rocco was professional with all of them and was well paid. Still, he was glum. The sex with these clients was routine and came nowhere near to the profound thrills he had experienced with Ray. It was also disappointing to discover that not all men were hung. Rocco was used to the throbbing large members of his teenage schoolmates, his uncle’s stupendous endowments and Ray’s remarkable Latin manhood and innate swagger. However, Rocco diligently sucked each cock belonging to his meeker clients no matter puny and feigned interest when spreading his ass to be fucked by them.
Mercifully, things took a better turn when two NYC beat cops showed up at the apartment near closing and were assigned to Rocco by Dominick. Though it had been explained that cops were serviced for free, Rocco was overjoyed at the sight of these two masculine working-class men in their blue uniforms with their pistols on view and their dangling billy clubs. The older one was in his 30’s and dark, the younger was in his 20’s and was red-haired and fair. Rocco noticed their wedding bands and the arresting bulges in their blue uniform trousers.
In the bedroom, they all stripped. The cops on the edge of the bed nude, with their large cut cocks jutting forward and their balls overflowing. They smoked cigars and sipped John Walker Red as Rocco was on his knees in his jockstrap switching off sucking each of the cops’ mighty cocks. Later, Rocco was instructed to assume the doggie position in the bed. Rocco was delirious getting it at both ends from the two randy cops. One would fuck his ass while the other fucked his face. Rocco came again in his jock, and each cop came in his ass. The cops cleaned up and left. Rocco showered, dressed and joined his uncle in the kitchen.
“Well! Your first day as whore was a success! I knew you could it!” said Dominick appreciatively. “Let’s celebrate with dinner!”
Rocco was famished, Dominick had explained that he was only to eat only at the end of the night as his stomach needed to be empty for the repeated fucking he was to receive.
They cabbed to Neary’s Irish restaurant on 57th Street and First Avenue, they were in time for the last serving at 11:00 PM.
“Ah, nice to see you again, Mr. Castellano” said the host and owner Jimmy Neary, a twinkling Irishman in his 50’s.
“Glad to be back, Jimmy. This my nephew, Rocco.”
“Welcome to Neary’s, young man” said Mr. Neary.
Dominick and Rocco were seated by Mr. Neary and served by a pretty young Irish woman with an accent. They had steaks, baked potatoes with sour cream and creamed spinach with a bottle of cabernet and vodka martinis to finish. They cabbed back to the apartment and slept in a bed together.
The next morning, Dominick brought Rocco to a nicely furnished studio apartment down the hall from the whorehouse. Dominick believed in resting his whores’ asses and so on alternate days there was just to be blowjobs and no fucking. Dressed in his Brook Brothers getup with his sore ass recovering, Rocco was to hang out alone in the studio, answer the door and admit clients screened and set up by Dominick, and suck them off. The men had paid $20 to the house for this privilege and gave $20 to Rocco, which added up as he often did two or even three men in an hour. Rocco enjoyed this setup; it was quick and simple. He didn’t have to undress, then shower and then get dressed again. As for the work it was straightforward, mostly blow and go, sometimes there was a passionate connection and the man whose dick he was sucking.
Rocco could also eat when he got hungry. He ordered Chinese takeout. A handsome young masculine Chinese American deliveryman arrived with it.
“No charge” said the delivery man when Rocco was counting out money, “Take care of this,” he said grinning and tugging on the crotch of his blue sweatpants. He delivered food to the studio before and knew what went on there. He looked forward to going there to get his dick sucked by cute white boys. The cost of the food was covered by tips from other customers, it was a good deal for everyone.
“Oh, yeah, sure” said Rocco.
The deliveryman put the shopping bag on the table, pulled down his sweatpants and underwear and sat in a chair. Dressed in his preppy outfit Rocco sunk to his knees and sucked his first Asian dick in return for a General Tso’s Chicken lunch special which with tip cost $4.00. Rocco wasn’t caught up in money, he could easily have paid for it and sent the deliveryman away, but he was excited by the proposal and the guy was young, sexy and exotic; he did enjoy sucking dick as well. The deliveryman’s dick was nicely proportioned and cut, Rocco expertly serviced it and swallowed down a load of tangy cum. The deliveryman did up his sweatpants and left. Rocco ate his lunch in time for his next client.
“Hey,” said Dominick at the end of the night to Rocco, “From now on, you’ll sleep here and go to the main apartment in the morning. The couch opens up as a bed. You should have your own space; in case you want do off-duty stuff. You should check out the gay bar Uncle Charlie’s East a few blocks away.”
“Gee thanks, Dominick!”
“You should wear this in your right back pocket” said Dominick, handing him a large brass key ring.
“How come?”
“It’s a code that lets guys know that you like to get fucked. You’re a sexy kid, you shouldn’t just do it for money, you should also do it for fun. Have a good night.”
Rocco put on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt and walked outside, with the key ring affixed to his right back pocket. He felt free out of those fancy clothes. Having had more sex in the last two days then he could have ever previously imagined, he was aware of his physicality. He was wearing a jockstrap and his ass, dick and balls, tingled with excitement. His lips tingled with sensitivity, having sucked numerous dicks that day. He got to the bar and went in, the video for “The Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats was blasting on televisions.
Rocco’s 18-year-old eyes took in the inviting all-male panorama. Men of all ages were drinking and interacting. He got a Jack Daniels on the rocks; he stood along a wall with a ledge to put his drink. He lit up a Camel.
“So, what’s a nice a boy doing in a place like this?” said a man in a deep voice now standing next to him. He was in his 30’s, tall and muscular, his brown hair was in a crew cut, he had a mustache and stubble. He was wearing a plaid shirt and worn button fly jeans. Rocco’s eyes darted to the front of the man’s jeans, he saw the tempting bulge of his big balls and that man wasn’t wearing underwear as the visible outline of his large dick was snaking down his right thigh.
“I ain’t so nice” said Rocco.
“Oh, so you’re a bad boy” laughed the man.
“I’m very bad.”
“Nice, I know how to treat bad boys” said the man tugging on his crotch, “I’m Mark.”
“Ricky.”
“Where do live?”
“Three blocks away.”
Mark embraced Rocco who felt his powerful body and his ass being groped. Mark bent his head down and kissed Rocco on the mouth. Rocco was electrified at taking Mark’s tongue in his mouth and his stubble scraping his face.
“Finish your drink, Ricky. Then we’re going back to your place, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
Rocco grabbed his glass and sloshed down his Jack Daniels.
Men in the bar appreciatively looked at Rocco and Mark as they strode toward the door. Rocco was in front with his great round ass in a jockstrap encased in his jeans with a brass key ring in the back right pocket. Mark was behind him with his bulging crotch in front and a brass key ring in the left pocket of his jeans. They were a happy sight of a warrior off to conquer his prey.
In the studio, they hugged and made out. They stripped. Mark’s body was lean and developed, his cut dick was big and throbbing, his meaty balls swayed. Rocco got on his knees in his jock and sucked Mark’s cock as Mark stroked his blond hair. When he had a totally pleasured Mark’s cock with his mouth, Rocco got up and set up the bed from the couch. Mark pushed him on his back. Mark was on top and kissed Rocco; he pulled off Rocco’s jock. He bent his head down and sucked Rocco’s twitching seven-inch dick. Rocco was awestruck at having his dick sucked for the first time, it felt so good, as did having his balls licked. Even more incredible was feeling Mark’s tongue enter his ass to eat it. Rocco was on fire with lust and the desire to take Mark’s cock up his ass.
From the end table, Mark grabbed the large jar of Vaseline and slathered his dick and Rocco’s hole. He reached into the pocket of his nearby jeans and took a small brown popper bottle and inhaled in each nostril. He handed the bottle to Rocco, who did the same, never having done this before. Between the Jack Daniels and now the poppers, Rocco was blasted. He was in a state of bliss from the stimulants which accentuated the feeling of his asshole stretching open and around Mark’s cock which was now being rammed into him. Each strong thrust produced ecstatic sighs from Rocco, he was getting fucked and loving it.
Mark continued pounding away at the sobbing Rocco’s ass. He didn’t fuck the shit out Rocco, but he did fuck the cum out him. Rocco’s thrilled young dick began blasting his load on Mark’s chest. A few more thrusts and Mark’s dick was shooting off deep inside Rocco. There was a pop sound as Mark pulled his soft dick out of Rocco’s ass. Mark swaggered over to the bar table and poured out shots of Jack Daniels and lit up a Marlboro Red. Rocco lit up a Camel. “That was great!” said Mark.
After finishing his drink and cigarette in bed, Mark gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom. He returned dressed and freshened.
“See you around, Ricky” he left.
“So, did you get any action last night?” said Dominick the next morning at the whorehouse’s kitchen table.
“Yeah” said Rocco who was dressed in his Brooks Brothers finery. He give his uncle a blow-by-blow account of his encounter with Mark.
“That’s great! Never be ashamed of what you are or what you do.” The phone rang, Dominick picked it up.
“Hey Sal! What’s going on?…Ah, sure…No problem, I got just the boy for you, I’ll send Ricky over.” Dominick hung up the phone.
“Sal is good friend and is in a bind, you can help him. He runs a porno theater with live gay sex shows in between the fuck flicks. The bottom performer was in a taxi that was hit by car, he was taken to the hospital. He’s going to be alright but he’s out today. Please go over and take his place, it’s less money but the same work. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices because it’s the right thing to do.”
“Sure, Uncle Dominick.”
“Good boy, this is appreciated. Sal will go over everything with you. Here,” Dominick said, handing Rocco a business card:
Hawthorne Theater
312 West 38th Street
(212) ***-****
General Manager: Sal DeLuca
Rocco left, then cabbed westward. The Hawthorne was a sleaze pit conveniently located near the Port Authority and Penn Station, so commuters after a day of work in Manhattan could see and get some action before heading home to the wife and kids in the suburbs. It opened at 10:00AM, it was now 11:00 AM, the first sex show was at noon.
“Good morning” Rocco said to the old cashier, “I’m here to see Sal, I’m supposed to be in the show.”
“Sure, kid,” said the smiling old man, “Open the door on the right, go inside Sal’s office is to the left.”
Rocco opened the door and went into the theater lobby and down a hallway, he knocked on a door.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Ricky.”
The door was opened by 27-year-old Sal DeLuca. He was the youngest son of a connected family; he was given the job of managing the family’s gay porn theaters. He was a handsome dark-haired Guido-type wearing a dark suit and tie.
“Have a seat, kid” said Sal as he sat at his desk, Rocco sat across from him.
“Oh yeah, you’re real classy. Don only sends the best boys to Dominick. Thanks for filling in on such short notice. It’s straightforward, you go onstage when the DJ makes an announcement, it’s 20 minutes of you sucking the top’s dick and then him fucking you in front of a bunch of horny guys. This is the deal here, you get $25 a show, there are 10 shows a day, so that’s $250 cash for you. You split the tips with the top, guys throw dollar bills on stage if they like what they see. While the movie is playing, you’re free to work the audience and give blowjobs, the going rate is $10 a head. At the end of the night, you tip $50 to the bouncer and give him a blowjob. How does that all sound?”
“It all sounds good, sir.”
“Great, start with me” said Sal who had unzipped the fly of his suit trousers and was proudly waving around his eight-inch-thick Italian American sausage, to Rocco it was just as mouthwatering as uncles’. He got up, went to Sal and sunk to his knees. He sucked off and swallowed Sal with his customary expertise.
“Excellent!” said Sal as he lit a Camel, “You’ll do well. Go upstairs, the backstage door is to the right of the movie screen. Good look, kid.”
“Thanks.”
Rocco saw that the theater had about a dozen guys watching the porn movie as he got to the backstage door, he knocked. It was opened by Lou, a beefy guy in his 40’s in a black suit. He’d done a stretch at Sing Sing, upon his release as a reward for keeping his mouth shut, he’d been given the cushy job of the Hawthorne’s bouncer. There wasn’t much trouble there, but a bouncer was needed just in case and for show. It was an easy well-paid gig with fringe benefits.
“Come on in Ricky, I’m Lou the bouncer. This is Shawn, your partner for today.”
“Nice to meet you, Ricky” said Shawn. He was a tall 38-year-old muscular shaven-headed Black man who had been a welterweight boxer and had a good career. He turned to live gay sex shows a few years ago after aging out of boxing. He was wearing only red gym shorts, his big dick and massive balls flopped around.
“Nice to meet you Shawn” said Rocco as they shook hands.
***
After finishing up work at the Castellano Agency, I had dinner with some friends and then headed over to the Hawthorne Theater. Dominick had called me with the news that our nephew would be making his stage debut in a live sex show, I was there for the last one of the day. The cashier let me in for free as I do business with Sal. The theater was pretty full, still I got a good seat on the aisle. The flick was switched off and a spotlight came on.
“Welcome to the stage for the Hawthorne’s famous all live male sex show, Shawn and Ricky!” announced the DJ.
Shawn trotted out throwing punches while wearing red gym shorts, Rocco wearing a jock, hauled a mattress centerstage. Shawn dramatically pulled oof and tossed his gym shorts. He stood like a colossal warrior on the mattress. His chiseled Black body shone; his Black dick was awesome. It was close to nine cut inches of thick ebony capped by a magnificently sculpted head. His gigantic dark balls flopped around.
It was quite a sight seeing blond Rocco in a jock on his knees before this champion. Rocco opened his mouth wide and began licking Shawn’s dick. The audience cheered, applauded and threw dollar bills onstage as Rocco deepthroated that black pipe all the way down to the base. Rocco was incredible with his mouth and luscious lips obscenely distended around Shawn’s black joint. There was more crowd reaction when Rocco gobbled Shawn’s balls. When the time was right, Rocco took his mouth of Shawn’s dick. With the light hitting it, it looked even more gargantuan, it was gleaming with his precum and Rocco’s spittle.
Rocco got on the mattress, he propped his upper back on a pillow and raised and spread his legs. Shawn greased up his pole with Vaseline, Rocco was already lubed. Shawn got in the mattress on top of Rocco, he put the head of cock to Rocco’s slot, he slowly inched it into Rocco. There was the spectacle of a black man’s huge cock being engulfed by a pale white boy’s ass. There were more cheers and applause from the audience, they threw more dollar bills onstage. Shawn was all the way in and started fucking Rocco. It was a brutal assault, which my nephew took like a champ.
Shawn pulled and tossed off Rocco’s jockstrap. There was his impressive 18-year-old rock hard seven-inch dick. There was pandemonium as Rocco’s dick began blasting out gobs of cum as he came from Shawn fucking him. The crowd went crazy when Shawn pulled his cock out Rocco’s ass, it shot all over his chest, face and hair. Rocco got up dripping in Shawn’s cum, they bowed to wild applause. They scooped up the mountain of bills, Rocco dragged the mattress, they exited. A fuck flick was playing again.
A few minutes later, I knocked on the stage door. Lou opened it. His pants were at his ankles, his big hard weathered cock jutted forward, Rocco was on his knees still dripping with Shawn’s cum.
“Great show tonight Ricky! You too Shawn!”
“Thanks, Dan!”
“Ricky, I thought I’d take you to dinner.”
“Thanks, Don! After I finish off Lou, I’m going to work the audience to see if I can give some more blowjobs, even at only $10, it adds up!”
“Sure Ricky, I’ll hang with Sal in his office until you’re ready.”
“That kid is dynamite!” said Sal who standing in the back of the theater, “I watched every show today! Ricky is a born natural, such stamina!”
“Yeah, he’s a purebred. Let’s hang out, I’m going to take him out to dinner after he’s done giving blowjobs.”
“Sure Don!” we went to Sal’s office, drank Jack Daniels and smoked Camels. 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Sal opened it and Rocco, all showered fresh and dressed like a clean-cut preppy entered. Sal poured him a drink, Rocco lit up a Camel.
“You were sensational!” exclaimed Sal.
“Thanks, Sal” said Rocco.
“Yeah, you really were great, I was so turned on watching you” I said, “What would be even greater is that after you finish your drink, you suck me off.”
“You got it Don!” said Rocco as he chugged down his Jack Daniels. Like the pro he was, Rocco rapidly got on his knees in between my outstretched legs, he undid the fly buttons of my jeans and had my dick in his mouth. He wonderfully sucked me as I smoked and sipped. Sal took his dick out, and Rocco did us both. First me, then Sal came down his throat.
“Oh boy, I’m going to miss your blowjobs, Ricky! That was the fourth time today! Take care!” said Sal.
Rocco and I went outside, we walked up Eighth Avenue, at the corner 40th Street of 40th Street we ran into Kevin. He was a cute actor who had a meeting with me. He had no talent but put out for me in my office. He worked for Dominick in the whorehouse, he had turned 21 and Dominick turned out to make room for a new boy. He sent Kevin to a badass pimp named to Raul, he needed another to work at Tully’s. That was a tawdry hustler bar across the street from the Port Authority, the next door Elk Hotel was where whores tock their tricks. Kevin was dressed in denim short shorts, a pink crop top, his blond hair was in a red headband. He carried a red whore’s purse inside was Vaseline and wet wipes, to clean his ass and his johns’ dicks after they had tricked.
“Hey! How’s it going Kevin?”
“Okay, Don. I was just on break.”
“Nice to see you’re doing well.”
“Have god night, Don.” Keven walked down the street to get back to work.
Rocco and I got to Jimmy Ray’s, a theater district staple on 46th Street. The handsome waiters were trying to actors and models. We had the amazing cheeseburgers and French fries, with vodka martinis. We said goodnight, I walked home, and Rocco cabbed eastward.
Rocco got out in front of Uncle Charlie’s East, it was after midnight and the place was half full. Rocco got another martini; he was tired from doing 10 live sex shows but still wanted to unwind. He sat down in the back a small table for his drink. He lit up a Camel.
“That’s a very good dye job” said an effeminate Spanish accented voice from across the way.
“Huh?”
“It really is. I’m a hair stylist, so I can always tell” said a thin cute curly dark-haired guy in his early 20s, who walked over and sat next to Rocco.
“I’m Danny, I’m not hitting on you, I just liked your hair. Where did you get it done?”
“I’m Rickey, someplace on Ninth Avenue.”
“Here’s my personal card, this by professional card, I work in a Madison Avenue salon, rich old ladies. I come here sometimes after work. I have a chair in my apartment, I’m on East 74th. I could do your hair there. I’d do it better. You should get it done once a month before if fades. Again, I’m not hitting on you.”
“Why not?”
“Because we both want the same thing.”
“What is that?”
“To be thrown down and fucked rough by a strong man with a big dick.”
Rocco started laughing, and so did Danny. Danny had been in New York for two years, he arrived from Cuba where he worked in a hair salon since he was a teenager, he was on the Mariel boatlift.
“So, Rickey what do you do?”
“I’m a whore.”
“Aren’t we all, that’s how I got the job in the salon.”
“No, really, I am. I spend all day and night in an apartment turning tricks, on alternate days I’m in a studio giving blowjobs for $20 per dick. My pimp thinks blond and blue-eyed boys are more salable. Today, I filled in for a live sex performer in a dump, I got fucked 10 times by a badass Black boxer in front of a crowd of pervs who threw money at me. Are you shocked?”
“Not at all, some of my best friends are whores, I’m one too. When I like a man I go out without him on a date, he must pay. If guys just want to fuck me I tell them upfront they have to pay, unless they’re really sexy. That’s how I grew up. Would you like another drink?”
“Why, yes, thank you, Danny.”
Danny left and returned with another martini for Rocco and a glass of red wine for himself.
They talked some more, they became friends. Eventually they left the bar, Danny got a cab and Rocco walked home to his studio.
The next day was a blowjob day for Rocco. He called Danny at the Madison Avenue salon.
“Hey, I’ve just sucked my eighth dick today.”
“Oh, that’s great! Then you can buy me drinks” laughed Danny.
They met up that night at Uncle Charlie’s East after they both finished working. They each wore tight white T-shirts and jeans with a brass key ring in their back right pocket. They sat in the same back area as the night before. Rocco went back to the bar, when he returned a man was sitting in his seat talking to Danny. The dark-haired man was handsome and in his mid-20’s, he was wearing jeans with a noticeable bulge in his crotch and a black T-shirt.
“Ron is inviting us to party” said Danny.
“Yeah, it’s a special party, it needs special boys like you two” said Ron in a smooth deep voice, “Sit down, have your drink.”
“Where?” asked Rocco.
“On my lap, like a good boy.”
Rocco sat on Ron’s lap, he felt Ron’s powerful thigh muscles and Ron’s large hard dick in his jeans.
“I’d like to buy your time and your bodies for two hours, for the pleasure of some very special men.” Ron pulled out 10 hundred-dollar-bills from his jeans pocket, he handed $500 each to Danny and Rocco.
“That’s half, you get the other half at the end. Do we have a deal?” asked Ron.
“Yes” said the beaming Danny.
“Yes” said the beaming Rocco.
“Finish your drinks” said Ron.
Rocco swilled down his martini and Danny guzzled his glass of red wine. Rocco and Danny got up, Ron rose, he was tall. They walked out of the bar. Ron led them up Third Avenue to 49th Street, they turned and got to a fancy townhouse. They went around to the back and entered the kitchen. They went through a door and down a flight of stairs, it was dark, and they went into a room.
“Get your clothes off and put these on” said Ron handing them what looked like jockstraps made of black leather.
Rocco and Danny took off their clothes, they were a bit embarrassed to see each other nude. Danny had a sinewy compact tan body, Rocco’s was thin, toned and pale. Their excited young exceptional dicks were hard as they struggled to put on their tight leather jocks. Their dicks and balls were encased in these tight pouches.
“Beautiful” said Ron, “Have some refreshments” he said leading them to small couch with a table in front of it, on it was a silver bowl of cocaine with small spoons next to it. Rocco and Danny each snorted some spoonful’s, they each started laughing.
“Come with me” said Ron to Danny. They left the room as the door slammed shut. Rocco did some more cocaine. Ron returned later and led Rocco into the main room which was now dimly lit. Up on a small, raised area like a stage was Danny. He was restrained in something that looked like a torture device from a horror movie.
Danny was bent over a black cube; his spread legs were chained to two nearby poles and a metal brace was over his mid back keeping him stationary with his asshole on display. Ron led Rocco to a similar configuration in front of Danny, in a few minutes Ron secured Rocco as he did with Danny. Ron turned on a sound system, classical music was now playing. Six nude men wearing black leather masks covering their faces. Though in shape, the naked bodies of these men who were cultural celebrities revealed them to be older.
The classical music was accompanied by the yelling and crying of Danny and Rocco as the six masked men whipped their asses with riding crops. The boys had been paid for their time and their bodies; the men got their money’s worth. The classical music played as the bound Danny and Rocco slurped on each of the six cocks presented to their faces while stroking phantom cocks with their hands. There was a searing carnal exhibition as the six men took turns fucking the bound Danny and Rocco in variations while others had their cocks sucked by the boys who exhibited tremendous youthful stamina. During the brutal lengthy assault on their mouths and asses, each boy was driven to new heights of submissive pleasure, Danny and Rocco’s young dicks tautly confined in their leather pouches had each shot off several loads of cum from the multiple bouts of vicious sodomy.
Danny and Rocco psychically bonded as they saw each other suck and stroke dick after dick and get their asses fucked repeatedly. Eventually, Danny and Rocco’s asses were seeded by loads of mature semen. The masked men had once again satisfied their urges through communal debauchery. They triumphantly strode out of the dungeon, leaving the two bought and paid for boys shuddering from this unbelievable bacchanal, their leather pouches were soiled from their climaxes from this mind-blowing sexual episode.
It wasn’t over. Ron stripped off his jeans and T-shirt. His lean chiseled body sported a large erect cock and a pair of buoyant balls. He presented his genitals to each boy for oral gratification. Danny and Rocco’s sore mouths serviced Ron. Their sore asses were each fucked by Ron, he came in Rocco.
The nude Ron unlocked the boys’ manacles and led them back to the waiting room. There, the dazed boys and Ron showered together. Danny and Rocco each saw the other’s ass which was red from being whipped. Cleansed, they all got dressed. Ron gave them each an envelope with $500, he led them upstairs and through the kitchen to the back door and onto the street. Ron silently turned and went back into the townhouse.
Danny and Rocco got a cab and went back to Uncle Charlie’s East. They had a few more drinks and smoked cigarettes. They regaled each other with their feelings and observations from the event. They said goodnight, Danny got a cab to go home uptown and Rocco walked home. The next morning, Danny went to the hair salon and Rocco went down the hall to work in the whorehouse.
A few weeks later, Rocco was sitting in a barber chair in Danny’s living room in his one-bedroom East 70’s railroad apartment. Danny made them banana daiquiris in a blender. Danny applied blond hair color to Danny’s head, they drank their daiquiris and chatted for an hour until the color took effect. Then Danny cut Rocco’s hair. Rocco was fascinated by Danny’s focus and talent. When Danny was finished Rocco looked even more dazzling. They put on jeans and white T-shirts and cabbed downtown to the Eagle, the renowned leather bar. A tall built Daddy was waiting for them outside. He paid them $200 each. They all went in, the boys checked their clothes, wearing jockstraps and dog collars, the man led them around on leashes to the back room. They publicly sucked his cock together, then he took turns fucking them in slings near each other, all to the cheers, whistles and applause from the beer drinking crowd of leather men. When their customer was done with them he left, they hung out sucked and got a fucked by some sexy guys. They spent some time at the shoeshine station crouched on their knees polishing men’s boots. They experienced piss play for the first time; in the men’s room they sat in bathtub getting pissed on by whomever felt like it. Rocco and Danny watched in amazement as dick after dick emitted a stream of piss on them. They cleaned themselves up, got dressed and went outside, the sun was shining. A cab dropped off Rocco and then took Danny home.
***
I met up with Dominick and Rocco to take the subway to Bensonhurst. Wow! Rocco looked stunning, his hair gleamed and he was wore assertive and lively, he even seemed a bit taller. A month of constant hardcore gay sex made Rocco blossom physically and mentally. We had a nice dinner with the family. My mother didn’t notice that Rocco didn’t eat much, she did notice his new blond hair, “Oh! What a great idea, you look so handsome. You’re going to have fight the girls off with a stick!” My father shook his head. Rocco’s parents were still in Europe on their second honeymoon. We took the subway back to Manhattan, then took another to 68th Street and Lexington Avenue. We walked up to 74th Street and Second Avenue, we were at Rocco’s best friend Danny’s building, we walked up the apartment.
The door opened; my dick got hard. Danny was a sexy petite Latin beauty; his hot ass was framed by the straps of his jockstrap. Dominick, Rocco and I stripped out of our clothes, Rocco was in his jock. We went into Danny’s bed. Dominick and I lay back as Danny and Rocco took turns sucking our dicks. Danny was a first-class cocksucker! Then the boys got in doggie position side by side. Dominick and I took turns fucking them, I came in Danny and Dominick came in Rocco. We showered and all hung out nude, Danny made us banana daiquiris in a blender. Later, Dominick and I sat in Danny’s barber chair, he gave us haircuts in the nude.
“Dominick, Don, is it all right if I take next week off? Danny and I want to go to Fire Island, a man we met at the Eagle invited to us stay with him in his house for free” grinned Rocco with his adorable face.
“Of course! Have a blast!” said Dominick.
“You’ll love Fire Island; I’ll see you there Labor Day weekend” I said.
Danny made another blender of banana daiquiris; we all lit up Camels. Our four dicks were hard again.