Corey probably could have been in the movies if he had the
drive or the inclination. For he certainly had the looks and the
body. He certainly was happy the way things were.

“I’m doing all right,” he always said with a grin like a
toothpaste commercial. “I’m all right at what I’m doing.”

Yes, Corey had it made. He had just turned twenty and had a
face that could turn crowds. His hair was lemon blond with
golden highlights, and he wore it forward and let the curly locks
fall where they may. He had the type of hair that always looked
sexy. When it needed trimming, he cut it himself.

“I do a better job than these trained sissies,” he always
said, and he always did.

Corey had lucky skin. He always had a suntanned look. No
matter what he ate or drank, he never broke out. “I never had a
pimple in my life,” he would say and quickly add, “and I’m just
plain addicted to cokes.”

Corey’s eyes were bright and belied his actual intelligence.
They looked either an intense green or a vivid blue, depending on
what he was wearing. When he wasn’t wearing anything, which was
often, they were sort of a light aquamarine.

Corey’s teeth were light, even and very strong. Sometimes
he would show off by uncapping coke bottles with them. The only
imperfect thing about his face was his nose which was broken. At
the age of ten, he had fallen off the back of a hay wagon and
nobody had bothered to have it reset. Still it was a good nose,
a sexy nose that complemented the perfect features of his face.
It crinkled easy when he laughed and was spattered with a sprin-
kling of small red freckles.

Corey would have looked a bit like the painting of Michael
the Archangel if it hadn’t been for the strength and the struc-
ture of his jawline and chin. It was a powerful feature and
hardened his otherwise angel-like face.

“It’s the only thing I got from my father,” he always said,
and it was. His beautiful handsome face topped one of the most
perfect bodies I’ve ever seen in New York City, in or out of the
gym.

“I don’t believe in exercise,” he would boast. “I just
screw — that’s why.” It was quite a way to grow.

His neck was muscular and topped off a torso that seemed
chiseled out of golden marble. He had what is called a washboard
stomach, flat and ridged with muscles. His buttocks were high
and indented on each side like a dancer’s. His thighs were
sinuous and his knees wicked. His calves were perfect. They
were all covered with mist-fine, tiny, blond hairs.

Corey walked slightly bow-legged, generally with his thumbs
hooked in his belt loops and his pelvis thrust forward as if he
were proud of what he had in his pants. He was. It almost
seemed sinful for the handsome boy to be also well hung, and well
hung he was.

There was a blond trail of soft hair under his navel that
led the way to a beautiful piece of meat. “It’s pretty, all
right,” he would say. “I wouldn’t part with it for the world.”
He didn’t have to. The world — that is, the buying world –
came to him. It was a perfect cock; pink, fat and fleshy. When
soft, it was five inches long; when it got hard, it measured
nearly ten inches of straight fat meat. The head of his cock was
larger than the width of the shaft and was an intense pink color.
His balls were huge and prompted a trick to remark that they
looked like a couple of door knobs in a chamois bag.

Corey never wore undies. “When you got it, flaunt it,” he
said. He had it all right.

Corey’s dress or uniform was most often a pair of tight
wheat jeans, brown leather boots and a light blue or yellow torso
T-shirt and a wheat denim jacket. Corey always wore a bandana of
blue or red or green loosely around his neck. “It adds a bit of
class,” he would tell his hustling cohorts.

Corey averaged generally two or three hundred dollars a
week, depending upon his mood and the generosity of his tricks.
And out of that he only spent seventy-five dollars to pay for his
hotel, meals, movies and other minor needs. The rest he socked
into the bank. “You ain’t going to catch me broke at thirty,” he
would say. “I’m building me a real nest egg.” And he would show
his fellow hustlers his savings account book, which as of this
day contained nine thousand one hundred and twenty-five dollars
and seventy-two cents. And he had only been hustling about
eighteen months.

Corey had come to New York City from a small college town in
West Virginia in April. Corey’s dad had been a miner, a drinking
one. He had been killed in a mining accident when Corey was
three. Corey’s mother, Bell, didn’t mind much because the old
man had been a prick of misery to live with. She just kept on
having children by various miners and collected her welfare
checks.

Her days were spent in front of the TV and her nights in the
United Mine Workers’ Club, Local 328. The eight kids didn’t cost
much to feed or clothe, and she had plenty left over out of the
checks to buy herself new Saturday night pretties from Montgomery
Ward’s to tempt the miners. She had a good figure, when she
wasn’t pregnant, and large breasts. And a not unattractive face.

She wore a dyed red page boy — her trademark during the
various fashion changes of hair. “When a body knows what looks
good on them, they keep it,” she always said. She was also
partial to open-toed silver shoes. They go with everything in
the evening, like Paris perfume. “It makes you feel like a real
class ass,” she said. She didn’t take too much notice of her
children nor they of her. Corey’s older sister Karen ran the
household as she had done since she was eight. Karen and Bell
rarely spoke. They went their separate ways.

Corey was the oldest boy and had worked hard since he was
six. First as a newspaper boy, then a delivery boy and later, at
the age of sixteen, he quit school and went to work with a con-
struction company.

He never had to go into the service. His mother, Bell,
claimed he was the sole supporter of her and the other seven
children. Corey’s life was pretty dull in West Virginia when he
wasn’t going to college. He was excluded by the bouncing group
of young people who ran around the town. His recreation consist-
ed of TV, pool and an occasional drive-in movie.

Corey wasn’t particularly interested in dating girls or
making friends. He was a loner, and he liked it that way. When
Corey turned eighteen, he began to get into the local college
hangout called The Cellar. It wasn’t until this time that he
began to realize that he was good looking.

Chic young college girls would ask him to dance. College
boys in tweeds eyed Corey outright and Corey was quite a contrast
to the pale college types. Corey always seemed to have a suntan
and his casual clothes appealed to the college girls.

About this time, Corey also met several young men at the bar
looking at him with more interest than usual. They were an
attractive group of boys. They always seemed to be together.
They laughed a lot and drank a lot and paid a lot of attention to
him. They were all sharply dressed.

One of them was better dressed than the others. His name
was B. J. Harrigan. He was a senior English major. BJ was tall,
dark and very handsome in sort of a Tyrone Power manner. BJ
always talked to Corey when he had the chance and would buy him
beers. Corey liked his company. He was a sharp guy, witty and
worldly-wise, and he was from New York City, which seemed an
enchanted place to be from to Corey.

One hot night in April Corey went to The Cellar and ran into
BJ who had been obviously drinking a bit.

“How’re you doing, kid?” greeted BJ.

“Fine,” replied Corey, “just fine.” BJ patted him on the
back.

“Let’s get a table, Corey,” said BJ. And he led him off to
a far off table which was covered with a red and white checked
table cloth. Ordinarily these tables were filled with young
couples drinking beer. It was a hot night, and they seem to have
foregone the heat of The Cellar for a swim in the lake. BJ got
the beer and settled down to talk.

BJ talked about what he was going to do after graduation in
New York City. And then he asked Corey what his plans were.

“I didn’t ask,” said Corey.

“Okay. Do you want to go to New York City? With your face
and body, you’d make a mint.”

“How?” asked Corey.

“Sell it, baby. Sell it,” said BJ.

“Sell what?” said Corey.

“Oh come on” said BJ. “What you’ve got in your pants.
You’ve got something down there, don’t you?”

“Sure I do,” said Corey. “I’m pretty well set up, at least
from what I’ve seen around the dressing rooms of the pool.”

“Oh yeh?” said BJ. “How set up? I mean hard? I can see
you have a pretty well stuffed crotch.”

“I don’t know. I never measured it,” said Corey.

“You should, baby. You should,” said BJ, and he slipped his
hand under the table and squeezed Corey’s thigh.

Corey felt a moment of excitement pulse through his body at
BJ’s touch. He shuddered slightly and took a long drink of his
beer.

BJ didn’t remove his hand but watched Corey steadily for a
sign of an adverse reaction. There was none. With his other
hand, he drained his beer, and then from the inside of his jack-
et, he pulled out a flask.

“Want a boiler maker?” said BJ.

“Sure,” said Corey. “Why not.”

BJ poured a stiff bourbon into an extra glass and replaced
the flask. All this time his hand still remained on Corey’s
thigh. He pushed the glass towards Corey. Corey took a drink
and choked and grabbed his beer and drank it. His eyes were
teary and he blinked.

“Wow! Did you make that yourself?” he said.

“Hell, baby,” said BJ. “You’re just not used to the good
stuff.” And he squeezed the muscular flesh of Corey’s thigh.
They continued drinking and BJ’s fingers trailed up and down
Corey’s leg. Corey didn’t try to move away or say anything.

Finally after the third or fourth drink, BJ allowed his
fingers to crawl upwards to Corey’s well-stuffed crotch. Corey
didn’t flinch, but leaned back and spread his legs farther apart.
BJ could feel he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He ran his fin-
gers over the large balls under the shaft of Corey’s cock. He
could feel the cock stiffen slightly. BJ was beginning to get
very excited.

He looked around the bar cautiously, and nobody was paying
any attention to them, and the table cloth was long enough to
hide his actions. He took another long swallow of booze and
deftly unzipped Corey’s fly.

Corey’s fat cock fell out into his waiting hand. It was so
hot to the touch, so velvety smooth that BJ gasped. He squeezed
it for a moment.

“Baby, you could make a million off of this.” he said.

He forced both of Corey’s tight balls from the constrictions
of his tight pants and began playing with them.

“Hot damn!” said BJ. “They feel full of hot come.”

“I haven’t jacked off for more than two weeks,” said Corey.
“I just don’t dig it anymore.”

“Oh yeh?” said BJ. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s go for a ride.
I think I could do something for you you’d like better than
jacking off.”

“Okay,” said Corey. “I’m game.” And he stuffed his cock
back into his pants.

They drained their beers and left. On their way out one of
BJ’s friends at the bar called out, “That’s the way to go, Betty
Jane.”

Corey looked at BJ and said, “What did he mean?”

“Nothing, baby. Nothing. She’s just jealous.”

They walked up the steps towards the sticky hot night air.
On the way up the steps, BJ watched Corey’s ass. It was beauti-
ful, young and muscular and nearly busting out of his tight wheat
jeans. They were so tight that his backside looked almost naked
in the dim light of the stairwell. BJ was so aroused that he bit
Corey lightly on the ass and muttered to himself, “Man, that’s
the eatingest stuff!”

The air was warm but refreshing. Corey stretched his body
and sucked in the night air.

“It’s good to get some fresh air after all that smoke.
Where’s your car?”

“Over there,” said BJ, pointing to a bright red MG of the
classic design.

Corey hopped over a parking meter and jumped into the car.

“Hey, I like this model,” he said.

BJ slipped behind the wheel and they zoomed off into the
night.

“Don’t talk,” said BJ. “Just drink.” He handed him the
flask which was still half full.

They drove for about twenty minutes through the hilly West
Virginia countryside. Finally BJ turned off the blacktop road to
a side dirt road that finally ended in a large field of daisies.
BJ drove right into the center of the field.

The moon was in its third quarter and shone brightly in the
mountains. The daisies in the field picked up the moonlight and
seemed to give off a glow of their own. BJ turned to Corey and
looked at him hungrily.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to give you the suck job of your
life.”

“Well,” Corey said, “I’m game if you are.”

BJ started unbuttoning Corey’s shirt. His hand felt the
strong pectoral muscles. He ran his fingers back and forth over
Corey’s nipples. They began to get hard. He helped him out of
his shirt, and then he knelt down and pulled off Corey’s shoes
and socks.

He unhooked Corey’s belt buckle and unzipped his pants and
pulled him out of his pants.

“My God!” said BJ. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a
gorgeous body or piece of meat.”

BJ got on the floor of the small cramped car and put his
mouth on the head of Corey’s cock. Corey grinned and grabbed BJ
by the head and pushed him all the way down on it. He never had
been sucked before, but he took to it like a fish takes to water.
BJ sucked wildly on Corey’s hot cock which was throbbing in his
mouth so much that he thought it was going to shake out his
brains.

BJ sucked wildly up and down on the stiff cock and then he
pulled his mouth off and began running his tongue over the cock
and down Corey’s balls. He managed to stuff both the balls in
his mouth and began sucking on them. Corey leaned back and was
groaning loudly.

“Get up on the back of the car,” said BJ.

Corey did. He got up on the back of the car with his legs
spread apart. BJ knelt on the car seat. He continued sucking on
Corey’s balls.

“Spread your legs apart wider and lie back,” BJ said.

Corey lay back across the back of the car and spread his
legs as far apart as he could. BJ put his hands under Corey’s
legs and lifted his legs slightly in the air. Then he put his
mouth to Corey’s asshole and began to suck on it. He ran his
tongue in and out of Corey’s hot asshole.

“That’s great, baby. That’s great. Do it some more. Do it
deeper.” Corey raved on.

BJ plunged his tongue up as far as it could go. In and out.
In and out of the soft juicy asshole. BJ ate his ass for about
twenty minutes. Corey thought he was going to go out of his mind
with passion. Several times he had to sort of squeeze his cock
because he was afraid it was going to come.

Finally BJ said, “Stand up.”

Corey stood up on the back of the car and BJ knelt on his
knees in front of him and began sucking on his cock wildly. He
pulled off.

“Turn around,” BJ said. Corey turned around, and BJ ran his
tongue up the back of his leg to his ass. “Bend over, baby.
Bend over and pull your cheeks apart.” Corey did and BJ started
eating his ass again.

BJ liked to eat ass as much as he liked to fuck. Corey was
moaning loudly as BJ ran his tongue in and out of his ass, and he
pulled his cheeks farther apart. BJ crawled between Corey’s legs
and began to such his hot tool once again.

Corey grabbed BJ by the back of his head and fucked his
mouth wildly, forcing his ten inches down BJ’s throat. BJ pulled
Corey down to his knees as he lay back on the trunk of the car.
BJ spit on his hands and stuck a finger into Corey’s asshole.

Corey grunted, but liked the feel of the finger in his ass,
keeping the same rhythm as his cock, thrusting his rod into BJ’s
ravenous mouth. With his other hand, BJ unzipped his own fly and
began to jerk himself off as he sucked Corey.

He could feel the head of Corey’s cock swelling inside of
his mouth, and he knew that Corey was getting ready to come.

Corey cried, “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m
going to…..”

Suddenly Corey’s whole body stiffened as he unleashed great
jets of his come into BJ’s mouth. BJ groaned and worked on his
own prick. He began shooting as he drank Corey’s hot semen. It
didn’t seem to end. BJ had never sucked off anyone who had shot
as much before.

His foot hit the horn of the car which began blowing as BJ
swallowed the last drop of Corey’s cream. Corey was panting and
beads of perspiration were dripping off his chest onto BJ’s face.
He moved off BJ and lay back on the trunk of the car. “My God!
That felt great, BJ!” Corey exclaimed.

“Beat’s jacking off, doesn’t it?” BJ smiled, and he gave
Corey a cigarette.

“It sure does,” said Corey.

The two of them lay there smoking their cigarettes for
awhile.

Finally BJ said, “This is the first time anything happened
to you like this, Corey?”

“Yes,” Corey replied, “it is.”

“Jesus,” said BJ. “I don’t know whether to feel crummy or
not.”

“Don’t,” said Corey. “You fuck great. Just great.”

“I’d like to give you something,” said BJ.

“Why,” said Corey, puzzled.

“Because you gave me something. Hey, you’re not wearing a
watch. Do you own one?”

“No,” said Corey.

“Well, here. Take mine. I insist. It’s a very good one.
Cost my dad a hundred fifty bucks.” Corey hesitated. “Come on.
Take it.” And he handed it to him.

Corey took it. It was a magnificent watch. Corey never had
anything so nice. He put it on and held it up and admired it.

“Thanks, BJ. I’ll always keep this.”

“Don’t thank me, kid. I thank you. You know, Corey, I was
serious about what I said before. You could make a million in
New York City.”

“How do you mean?”

“Just do what you did for me. Just lay back.”

“And,” said Corey.

“And guys would pay you very well.”

“Yeh? They would?” said Corey.

“Sure they would. You got a great face, a beautiful body
and a tremendous piece of meat.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” said Corey. And they both got
dressed.

BJ started up the car, and they drove away, away from the
field of daisies, the moonlight and innocence.

*****

Corey did think about it. First he had to get out of West
Virginia and secondly, he felt he could make a go of it because
he was everything BJ said he was. He was handsome, he was built,
and he was well hung. In fact, he enjoyed being fucked.

Another month passed. Corey saw BJ regularly. Each time it
was exciting to him, and each time BJ gave him a present. Some-
thing Corey wanted but could never buy for himself. Then May
came and BJ graduated and Corey was once again alone. Summer
came and passed uneventfully.

Corey spent as much time away from home as possible. From
the beginning of September, Corey had gone to the local swimming
pool, his usual weekend hangout. He didn’t like the lake. He
like to see where he was swimming.

It was late afternoon and he had fallen asleep on one of the
lounges. Everybody had gone. Corey was the last person there,
but he didn’t know it. He had fallen asleep. He had gotten a
golden tan. His pair of white tight swim trunks emphasized his
beautiful body and fallen basket.

He lay sleeping lightly. He was not aware that he was being
watched by the lifeguard, Rick. He was a handsome Italian boy.
His thick black hair and very, very dark tan and very bright blue
eyes made him strikingly handsome.

Rick had been watching Corey for some time. He’d noticed
him before. Rick was muscular and looked very straight. He
couldn’t help noticing Corey’s large basket, and he was wondering
what it would be like to suck him off.

Rick got up from watching Corey and walked toward him. He
admired Corey’s beautiful body. He couldn’t take his eyes off
the bulging crotch. As he approached Corey he allowed his hand
to brush lightly across Corey’s crotch. Corey’s cock bounced
inside his trunks and he stirred slightly in his sleep. Rick was
determined to have Corey before the afternoon was out.

“Hey,” he said, “wake up.”

“What…huh?” Corey said, and slowly opened his eyes. He
smiled and said, “Have I slept past closing time?”

Rick smiled back and said, “just about. You’re the only one
here except me.”

Corey got up and stretched, and as he did, his white swim
trunks pulled off slightly over his buttocks, and Rick could see
the fine blonde hairs that trailed down Corey’s ass.

“Are you in a hurry?” said Rick.

“No, I’m not,” said Corey. “I don’t have any place to go.”

“Why don’t you give me a hand in closing up, and I’ll take
you for a beer afterwards.”

“Fine,” said Corey.

Corey and Rick locked up the place, put the chains across
the fences and straightened up all the deck chairs.

“You feel like a shower?” said Rick.

“Sure,” said Corey. “I feel sort of sticky. I guess I’ll
take one.”

They went into the men’s shower room. Corey was out of his
tight pants in no time. Rick almost gasped when he say Corey’s
free-hanging large cock. Rick stepped out of his own trunks. He
was very well built too. He had a fine muscular tan body, small
tight attractive ass and a rather fat uncircumcised piece of
meat.

Rick couldn’t contain himself and started to get an erection
and turned away from Corey and pretended that he was beginning to
soap himself up. Corey smiled to himself. He knew he was making
Rick very nervous. And he began to run the water and began to
elaborately soap his own body. He ran his hand all over his own
body and got it covered with soap and then he began to soap his
cock. He could see Rick watching him.

As he continued soaping it, his cock started to get hard.
It was starting to stick out stiff and Rick was beginning to
breath heavy. Corey stepped under the shower and washed off all
the soap. He turned his back to Rick to tease him a little bit
more. He could hear Rick breathing heavily. His cock was just
about fully hard now, and he turned around and revealed himself
to Rick.

Rick gasped at the sight of his stiff ten inches and immedi-
ately fell to his knees and began sucking it. Rick tried to
force the entire thing into his mouth but he just couldn’t take
it, and he choked and pulled off for a minute. He looked up at
Corey with tearing eyes.

“My God! That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” he said.

Corey said, “You like it? Suck on it some more.”

Rick ran his tongue back and forth across Corey’s cock.
Corey made his cock twitch and jump in mid-air.

Rick worked his tongue rapidly up and down Corey’s giant
shaft and began to circle the huge pink head of it with his
tongue. A drop of glistening liquid appeared in the hole of
Corey’s cockhead. Rick lapped on it and began to run his tongue
back and forth across the cockhole.

Corey stared down at the handsome fellow and watched the
frantic movements.

He ran his tongue under Corey’s cock and onto Corey’s balls.
He lapped at Corey’s balls like a thirsty dog, and he began to
run his tongue under the balls.

Rick lay down on the tile floor oblivious to the running
water and said to Corey, “Sit on my face.”

Corey squatted over Rick’s face so that Rick could tongue
fuck his ass. Corey rolled his ass in a circular motion as Rick,
panting, ran his wet, hard tongue as far up Corey’s ass as he
could get it.

Rick said, “Jack yourself off while I eat your asshole.”

“Okay,” said Corey.

Corey was hot as an August sun and in no time at all he felt
the come begin to make its way towards its destination.

“I’m going to come,” said Corey. “You want to take it?”

“Come in your hand,” said Rick and continued sucking Corey’s
ass.

Corey cupped his hand as his giant cock began to spurt
cream. His large hand filled up with the juice and overflowed a
bit. Rick scooted around to the front of Corey and said, “Let me
eat it out of your hand.”

“Okay,” said Corey. “It’s all yours.”

Rick now fell on his knees and lapped Corey’s hot come out
of his hand. Rick finished and licked off Corey’s fingers until
there wasn’t a drop of juice left.

“Man, that was tasty stuff,” said Rick to Corey. “It was a
real hot juicy load. I hope you let me eat you often.”

“Sure,” said Corey, “any time you want.”

Rick said, “Will you sit on my face again while I jack
myself off? I’m so hot I can’t stand it.”

“Sure,” said Corey.

Rick laid out on the floor again and Corey sat over his
face, and while Rick ate his ass, he jacked himself off. Rick
came in no time. Just as he shot, he rammed his whole face into
Corey’s ass and gave Corey’s asshole a slight, tender little bit.

“Jesus,” said Rick, “I feel better. Let’s continue our
shower.”

Both boys showered. Rick dried off Corey’s back for him and
they got dressed. Corey noticed the gold chain that Rick was
wearing around his neck.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“That’s my zodiac sign,” said Rick. “I’m Aries, the ram.”

“Oh yeah,” said Corey.

“When were you born?” asked Rick.

“April 9th,” said Corey.

“Hey, you’re a ram too. Figures. Hey, I’ll tell you what.
I’ll give you this for a present for letting me have your cock.”

Rick took the gold chain off and put it around Corey’s neck.

“Thanks,” said Corey. “Thanks a lot for the chain. I
really like it. I’ve never had anything like this.”

Rick said, “Do you need a lift into town? I’ve got my motor
scooter here.”

Corey said, “Sure. I’d appreciate it if you’d drop me off.”

The two boys hopped on the motor scooter and sped into town.
Rick dropped Corey off at the corner of the main street.

“Thanks for the chain,” said Corey again. “I’ll see you
around.”

“Sure,” said Rick, “Any time. It was my pleasure,” and he
sped off.

It was a nice evening and Corey decided to walk home instead
of taking the bus. He got into the house around seven o’clock.
He was very tired from the sun and from his activity in the
shower. He went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass
of orange juice and then he made himself a peanut butter and dill
pickle sandwich.

After Corey ate his peanut butter sandwich and drank his
orange juice, he went upstairs to his attic room for a nap. It
was clouding up outside. It looked like they were going to have
a summer rain. Cool breezes began to flow through the attic room
which was generally very hot.

Corey took off his clothes and laid down on his bed naked
except for the medal that was around his neck. He looked at it
once again and he got up, went over to the dresser and opened up
a cigar box in which he kept several of his favorite possessions.

In there was the watch that BJ had given him, a pair of cuff
links and a ring, all gifts from BJ. He took the medal off and
dropped it into the cigar box and went back to the bed and laid
down again.

Cool air was rushing through the room, and it was comfort-
able lying there as the air caressed his beautiful body.

Corey’s tan was a deep, golden brown and the line of his
bathing suit emphasized the largeness of his cock. He ran his
hand down over his body and played with his cock a little while.
He thought about what had just happened to him and how much he
had enjoyed it. He also thought about going to New York City.

He stood up again and went over to the broken full length
mirror beside his bed. He examined his face and body in the
mirror. He could make it as a hustler, he thought to himself,
and he made up his mind then and there to go to New York City.

Corey had saved about ninety dollars out of his money, and
he figured that was probably enough to get him there.

He laid back down on the bed thinking about New York City
and dropped off to a sound sleep.

That Friday after pay day he took thirty more dollars and
added it to his New York City kitty. It now came to one hundred
and twenty dollars. He put the rest in an envelope and sealed
it. Everybody in the house was out. It was the perfect time for
him to leave. He had no feeling of connection for the rest of
his family except perhaps for his older sister.

He wrote a note on the envelope saying, “I’m going to New
York City. I’ll write soon. Corey.”

He packed a few clothes in a small leather suitcase that BJ
had given him and then he rolled his money in a handkerchief and
pinned it inside of his shirt and walked out the door, never
looking back.

He headed for the north bound highway. He decided to hitch-
hike to New York City to save money. He got a ride in about
fifteen minutes. An elderly couple picked him up and took him as
far as the north side of Pittsburgh. After getting out and
thanking the couple for the ride, he crossed the highway to a
filling station and treated himself to a coke. After he drank
his coke he asked the filling station attendant if he could use
the rest room.

He went and peed, washed off his face and went back out. He
asked the young attendant which is the best direction to go to
New York City. The attendant pointed to a northbound highway and
Corey got down, sat on his suitcase and waited.

He didn’t wait long until a long, white Eldorado pulled up.
Inside were two guys in their thirties.

“Hi! Jump in,” said the one nearest Corey. “Where are you
headed?”

“I’m trying to get to New York City,” explained Corey.

“Great,” said the guy. “We’re going as far as New Jersey.”

Corey got in. Both the men were fairly attractive and they
gave Corey an appreciative look.

“My name’s Eric,” said the driver. “This is my friend
Danny. We both live in New Jersey. We’ve been visiting my
parents.”

“My name’s Corey,” said Corey, “and I’m going to New York
City to work.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “What do you work at?”

“Nothing yet,” said Corey, “but I think I can get a job
doing something.”

Danny nudged Eric and winked at him and said, “I’m sure
you’ll make out.”

The three of them drove along for about two hours swapping
jokes, smoking, and skirting the subject of sex.

“You hungry, Corey?” asked Eric.

“Sort of,” said Corey.

“We’ll turn off at the next Howard Johnsons.”

They drove for about a half hour more, and they turned off
the Pennsylvania Turnpike to one of the Howard Johnson’s restau-
rants. They went inside and had a hamburger and a cup of coffee.
It was about ten o’clock in the evening.

As they started to go, Eric grabbed Corey’s check and said,
“No, that’s okay. It’s on me. You’ll need all the money you can
get when you get to New York.”

When they got back to the car they decided to put the top
up. Corey got back in the back and stretched out. Driving
always tired him out. He closed his eyes for a moment and was
soon fast asleep.

Eric looked over at his sleeping and noticed for the first
time how really big Corey’s basket was. He nudged his friend
Danny and said, “Take a glance back there and I’ll hold the wheel
for you. It looks like he’s got a real piece of meat on him,
this kid.”

Danny looked back and said, “Wow. I’d love to suck on
that.”

Eric says, “I think he can be had. What say I give it a
go?”

“Okay, baby. It’s your funeral if he starts a fight.”

They let Corey sleep for about half an hour. As he was
sleeping, Eric ran his hand back and forth over Corey’s leg, not
quite daring to feel his basket. He noticed that his cock was
jumping in his pants every time he came close to it with his
hand.

Finally, Eric let his hand grope Corey’s crotch. He felt it
and rubbed his hand back and forth over it as Corey opened his
eyes and smiled at him.

“You want some of this?” said Corey, and he began to undo
his pants.

Corey unzipped his pants and pulled them down so that his
cock flopped free and also released his balls.

“Jesus,” said Eric.

Danny glanced back and almost wrecked the car.

Eric crawled in the back and helped Corey out of his pants.
Corey laid back and Eric started running his tongue across
Corey’s chest sucking on the chest hairs. Then he ran his tongue
down toward his navel.

He French-kissed his navel for a while and then kissed him
all over his stomach and crotch, finally letting his mouth down
on the end of it and began to suck on it hungrily.

Danny was watching the whole business in the mirror while he
was driving, and he was getting hotter and hotter.

They approached a truck stop, and he pulled off the road,
and he too climbed in the back. They got Corey up on his knees
and, while Eric was sucking on Corey’s cock, Danny was on the
floor with his face in Corey’s ass rimming him.

They were both sucking at him like mad and groping each
other while they were doing it.

Corey spread his legs, and both of them put their mouths on
one of his balls and began to each suck one. Eric pulled off of
Corey’s balls and began sucking him again. They took turns
sucking him.

Corey said, “I’m coming close to coming,” just as Danny was
now on him.

All of a sudden the whole back of the car shook and Corey
shot his hot load into Danny’s mouth. Danny gobbled at it and
let it fill his mouth, but he didn’t swallow it. He held it in
his mouth. It was quite a mouthful. Some of it dribbled out of
the corner of his mouth and he grabbed Eric and kissed him and
shared the come with Eric.

Eric French kissed Danny hungrily drinking in some of
Corey’s cum while he did it.

Corey laid back and watched them. He had never seen any-
thing like this happen before, but it didn’t turn off. The two
of them finally stopped necking and smiled at Corey.

Danny says, “Man, that’s one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever
sucked in my whole life. I’m sure you’ll do all right in New
York, kid. I don’t think you have anything to worry about
there.”

“With a piece like that, kid, you’ll make a million, a
million. If you play your cards right you’ll become one of New
York’s top hustlers in no time. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give
you a little bit of advice. Two things. Save your money and
don’t fuck back, and you’ll make a mint.”

“Thanks,” said Corey. “I’ll take your advice. I save my
money anyway, and I don’t think I’d dig sucking anybody’s cock.”

The guys got back in the front of the car and Corey got
dressed, just in time, as a truck pulled into the truck stop. It
had been blinking its lights and was followed in by a man in a
sports car.

The two guys looked at each other and winked and said, “It
must be the atmosphere of the place. I think somebody else is
going to get sucked off here too.”

Then they started the car and drove off.

It was about two-thirty in the morning when the boys reached
their destination where they had to turn off from the New Jersey
Turnpike. They stopped the car.

They said to Corey, “You’ll be able to get a bus here into
New York if you don’t get a ride. They come along about every
twenty minutes.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Corey as he got out.

One of the two reached into his pockets and pushed a twenty
dollar bill into Corey’s hand.

“Good luck,” he said. “Take this. You may need it.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Corey.

“See you around, I hope.”

And the two guys drove off.

*****

Corey waited for a few minutes and a bus approached. He
waved it down and got on.

“Does this take me into New York City?” he asked the driver.

“Sure, Mack. We get into the Port Authority Bus Station in
about forty minutes.”

Corey went to the back of the bus and sat down in one of the
available seats. He could hardly control his excitement. He was
almost in New York City.

As they were driving in, he could see the lights of the city
and all the tall buildings he had read about and seen in the
movies. He was like a small child staring out the window, almost
gasping at the sights.

He was very disappointed when they finally had to go through
the tunnel. But all of a sudden the bus drove out and they were
in the city itself.

The bus pulled into the Port Authority about three-thirty in
the morning. Corey got out with the rest of the people. He
wasn’t sure exactly where he was going but he didn’t care. He
was in New York City at last.

He walked through Port Authority, stopping to buy himself a
pack of Juicy Fruit gum and go to the rest room. He came out
into the night air.

Immediately he spotted a buy who looked like a fellow co-
hustler. He went over to the young kid and asked him where 42nd
Street was. The boy looked at him rather incredulously.

He said, “It’s up that way, man. It’s a little late to make
out.”

Corey said, “I’m not going to make out. I’m going to try to
get myself a place to stay.”

“Try the Hotel Dixie,” said the boy. “It’s not too expen-
sive and it’s right on 42nd Street.”

“Thanks,” said Corey, and he threw his bag over his shoulder
and took off.

42nd Street late in the morning is a pretty dreary sight.
These people were faggots that don’t make out, hustlers and
whores who have, and quite a few cops. But to Corey’s eyes it
was a magic street. He marveled at all the movies.

He had never seen so many movie theatres in his life before.
They only had two in West Virginia. Corey was quite a movie fan.

He walked down the street and stopped to look in the store
windows and see the jazzy clothes. He made a mental note that
he’d have to buy himself a few new things when he started making
some money.

He looked briefly into the porno shops. That sort of thing
didn’t turn him on. He was curious about how much the males got
paid for posing in the nude. He knew that he had more meat soft
than most of them had hard. He vowed that he was going to find
out and see if he could break into the business.

After strolling up and down 42nd Street for about twenty
minutes, he thought perhaps he’d better go get his hotel room.
So he went into the lobby of the Hotel Dixie.

Behind the desk was a large, tough looking blonde about
forty-five.

“What do you want, honey?” she said.

“I need a room,” said Corey.

“You got money, kid?” she said.

“Sure, I’ve got money. I brought some with me.”

“Are you new in town?” asked the woman. “You look new.”

“I just got in tonight from West Virginia,” said Corey. “A
friend of mine recommended the hotel.”

“Hmmm,” she grunted. “It couldn’t have been much of a
friend. Well, sure, kid, we’ve got rooms, plenty of rooms. I’ll
give you a good rate. You want to stay here permanent?”

“Probably, for the time being,” said Corey.

“Fine. It’s nice to have a good-looking young kid around.
You a hustler?”

“What?” said Corey.

“Come on, honey. Are you a hustler?”

Corey just looked at her.

“Well, it don’t matter if you don’t want to tell me. All I
can say is, keep your nose clean. Don’t have any trouble in the
room, and we’ll get along just fine. I hear no evil, see no evil
and speak no evil. By the way, my name is Roberta, but you can
call me Bobbie.”

“My name’s Corey.”

“Corey. Hmmm,” grunted Roberta. “That’s a catchy name.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a room on the twenty-second
floor. Suit you fine?”

“Twenty-second! Jesus,” said Corey. “I don’t think I’ve
ever been up that high before.”

“Well,” said Roberta. “It’s a lot cooler up that high.
Here’s the key. Just show it to the elevator operator and he’ll
show you which direction to go to your room.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot, Bobbie,” said Corey. “I’ll see you
tomorrow.”

“Sure, kid. Sure.”

She went back to her National Inquirer.

The elevator operator was an aged man, probably about seven-
ty-five, who insisted on wearing a Beatles’ style cheap wig. You
could see the line of grey hair in the back of his neck. It was
very obvious that it was a wig, and Corey could hardly keep from
laughing outloud.

He reached the twenty-second floor and the elevator operator
leaned out, grunted something, and pointed down the hall. Corey
assumed that that was the direction of his room. He got out,
looked around him.

It was sort of shoddy, with a jungle-like wall paper on the
walls, which was coming down in many places. Corey walked down
the hall. As he passed on room he could hear moans on the in-
side. Obviously somebody was having sex.

He listened for a minute.

He could hear the woman sighing, “Take me, fuck me, fuck
me,” and he could hear the sound of a cock going in and out of
her cunt.

It didn’t interest him, so he walked on down and found his
room, which was number 227. He put the key in the door and
opened the room. The room was small, but comfortable enough. It
had a twin bed in it,m a dresser, and a sink in the corner of the
room. It had one large window.

Corey went over to the window. It had a fairly good view.
He looked out. He got dizzy. He had never been that high before
in his life.

He looked around and noticed on the wall that there was a
sign saying the bathroom and shower were down the hall. He
decided to himself that as soon as he started making good money
he would move into a room that had a private bath.

*****

Corey was tired and hot from the ride and decided that he
needed a shower. A paper-wrapped piece of soap was lying on the
dresser. He went down the hall to find the shower.

He found the bathroom in no time. He was a little annoyed
to find a note on the door saying, “The door doesn’t lock.
Please knock before entering.”

He knocked. Nobody said anything, so he went in. The room
was empty. Corey stripped down and climbed into the shower. He
turned it on fairly hot and began to wash himself.

After he finished taking a shower, he stepped out and was
drying himself with a towel when the door opened.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said the man.

His eyes were glued to Corey’s crotch.

Corey said, “That’s okay. They should have a lock on the
door.”

The man said, “I just have to take a quick piss. Do you
mind?”

“Go right ahead,” said Corey, and continued to dry himself.

The man went over to the john and began pissing. He was
about forty-five years old and was beginning to get bald in the
front. After he finished, he shook himself off and flushed the
john.

The man turned back and watched Corey drying himself. He
just stood there. His eyes were fixed on Corey.

Corey was rubbing his skin vigorously with a towel and
looked up and noticed the man staring at him. The man was admir-
ing Corey’s large cock.

“How would you like to get that thing sucked off?” said the
man.

Corey smiled to himself. He thought, I might as well start
off in New York on the right foot.

He said, “I only do it for money.”

The man said, “That’s okay, baby. I’ve got fifteen bucks on
me. That’s all I got. You can have that.

“Fine,” said Corey.

The man gave him the fifteen bucks and Corey put it into the
pocket of his pants that were hanging on the back of the door.

The man said to Corey, “Come over here near the door, and
keep your hand on it so that nobody comes in.”

Corey did. He stood there with his legs spread apart, with
his huge cock hanging halfway down his thigh. The man knelt
down. He took both of Corey’s balls in his hands and began to
lick them.

After he had covered Corey’s balls with moisture, he took
the half hard prick and jammed it into his mouth. He groaned as
he tasted the firm young flesh of Corey’s juicy cock.

The man began to suck on Corey, rhythmically. Corey’s cock
bounced hard in no time. Corey kept his left foot jammed against
the door in case anybody might try to get in.

The man went to Corey’s cock hungrily. He groaned as he
sucked on the big joint. His hands played with Corey’s huge
balls as his mouth worked back and forth on his joint.

Corey thought to himself that he would come quickly and get
it over with. He didn’t care too much for the man, and besides,
the man had only given him fifteen dollars. He stiffened his
legs slightly and began to concentrate on coming.

The man was a very good cock sucker. He was able to take
most of Corey’s cock in his mouth, and he was going at it like a
hungry man. The man took his head off Corey’s cock and looked at
it.

He said, “Oh, baby, what a great cock you have. I want you
to come in my mouth, come real quick. I want you to come and
shoot in my mouth, and I’m going to eat it.”

Corey said, “Fine, if that’s what you want.”

The man went back on it and started sucking wildly. Corey
tensed his muscles. He could feel the come starting to build up.
His whole cock swelled up inside the man’s mouth.

Corey grabbed the guy by the ears and said, “Take it. I’m
going to shoot. I’m going to shoot.”

Corey shot again, his second time for the night. He pumped
his cock wildly into the man’s hungry mouth. The man swallowed
his cum eagerly. He swallowed every last drop of it. He kept
sucking on Corey’s cock, trying to get more cum out of it.

“That’s all there is,” said Corey. “Ain’t no more. ”

The guy got up, brushed off his knees and smiled. He said,
“That’s the best piece of meat I’ve ever had in my life, baby.
I’d give you more than fifteen bucks, but that’s all I’ve got. I
live down in 734. Any time you want to get rid of a load and
make a few bucks, knock on my door. My name’s Ed. What yours?”

“My name is Corey.”

“Well, Corey,” said Ed, squeezing Corey’s cock, “I hope I
can have it again. And he turned and walked out the door.

Corey went over to the sink and washed off his cock and
balls. He dried himself and got dressed. He went back to his
room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began figuring out
his money. He added the fifteen dollars that he had just make to
the hundred and twenty that he had when he left West Virginia,
and the twenty he made off the buys on the road.

That made one hundred and fifty-five dollars. And he hadn’t
spent a cent of his own money yet. He wrapped the money back up
into the handkerchief and looked around the room for a good place
to hide it.

He looked in the closet. It had been papered with oil
cloth, and at one corner the oil cloth was coming loose. Corey
stuck his money on the inside of that and figured nobody could
find that.

He went back to the bed and laid down, happy that he was in
New York and on his way to making a mint. He fell quickly
asleep.

*****

It was about two in the afternoon when Corey woke up.
“Jesus,” he said when he looked at his watch. “I slept the
entire day away.”

He quickly dressed, brushed his teeth and washed up. He got
his money out of the closet and took out five dollars and put it
back. Then he went out and got the elevator. There was a dif-
ferent man on now, a rather far, sweaty looking man.

He went down to the lobby of the hotel.

“Slept a little late, honey,” said Roberta, who was still
sitting there reading the same National Inquirer.

“Yes, I was tired.”

He told her that he would like to change rooms, that he
would like to have a better room one with a private bath. The
woman grinned.

“Well, kid,” she said. “You must be doing okay. Sure.
I’ll fix you up. I’ll fix you up in a real nice room. I’ll have
it ready for you when you get back. Going out and making a
little more money, kid?”

“No, ma’am,” said Corey. “I’m going out to relax a while.
There’s a movie down the street I’d like to see. It’s the latest
Walt Disney film.”

“Have fun, honey,” she said. “Have fun, and I’ll see you when
you get back.”

Corey walked through the door and out into the bright sun-
light. He was happy, happy with himself and happy with New York
City.

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I’m going to make it in New York
City. I’ll just remember the motto: Save money and don’t fuck
back.”

He walked down the street through the carnival-like mob of
infamous 42nd Street of New York City. He was an outstanding
looking boy in a city of handsome boy, a confident boy in a city
of indifference, an innocent boy in an atmosphere of perversion.

Corey walked on sort of aimlessly, lost in the heat of the
mob. He almost walked by the theater that was showing the Disney
film, which he anxiously wanted to see.

The man in the ticket booth smiled gingerly at Corey as he
approached.

“What time is the next show?” asked Corey.

“Well, er…it just went on twenty minutes ago. You’re a
little late. The next show starts two hours from now.”

Corey frowned and glanced up and down the block. He decided
to forget the Disney film and started towards the corner.

“Er, sir, can I suggest something? Perhaps a little relief
from the sticky weather would be nice? Er, the theater is air
conditioned,” said the man in the booth.

“Hmm, that’s true. But I hate walking in on a movie,”
replied Corey.

“Well, er, if I may be so forward, I’d like to offer you our
hospitality suite where you can sit and relax before the next
show. I, er, myself am off work in a couple of minutes and, er,
I’d be happy to engage you in a little company.”

Corey had sensed the man’s growing interest long before this
obvious pitch and enjoyed watching the man sweat under his meek
efforts.

“Well, why not? I guess I could use some relaxation.”

He and the cashier entered the theater through a side door.
They walked along a narrow hallway and stopped at a door marked
Private.

“You, er, live nearby?” asked the seemingly awkward man.

“Yes. Just in from West Virginia. My first trip to New
York. Say, thanks for the free entrance.”

The man eyed Corey’s bulge and while glaring at it, muttered
in a trance-like voice, “You can have free entrance to my theater
whenever you allow me a little free entrance to your asshole.”

Corey pretended shock and brought the poor, embarrassed man
back to his senses.

“This is your theater?”

“Yes. And, er, as a matter of fact, it’s not only that, er,
it’s a front for a male, er, whorehouse.”

It was difficult for him to say it and he gulped the last
words, looking every bit the moron.

Corey was very excited by the discovery and thought of how
very, very lucky he had been so far.

“Well, Mr…”

“Pandy. And yours?” He smacked his lips and his wet tongue
slid out.

“Corey. I’m interested in your other business, Pandy. I
was just thinking about doing a little of that stuff for some
good bread. What’s the deal?”

Pandy’s eyes were all over Corey’s body and he edged his way
closer. Finally, a trembling extended hand fumbled its way onto
Corey’s cock. He rubbed it for a while without looking at Corey.
The cock grew, and the hand on it relaxed.

“Why don’t we see, Corey, if, er, you’re all you look to be.
Er, okay?”

Corey smiled sweetly at Pandy and showed him pearly whites
and two dimples to boot.

“Lie down, darling, on the sofa and unzip your pants.”

Corey followed instructions and made sure the blond hairs of
his shaft grew out of the opening in his pants.

Pandy knelt down and cupped the organ between his hands. He
face pressed down on it, and his tongue darted out.

Corey felt his cock going into the wide, wet mouth. He was
thinking of how easy things turned out and how easy they would
still be.

Pandy’s slurps were loud and Corey felt that the entire area
of his shaft was submerged in hot, soapy water.

Corey was about to come and began to spew forth his juice.
Pandy watched and sucked and watched. His eyes bulged out and
his mouth went from the cock to a big wide grin.

“You’ll find a very pleasant career here with us, Corey.
All the contacts are here to be made. All the hustling you can
handle with top paying, er, faggots. Welcome, Corey, to the
House of Cockamania!”

Indeed, Corey stood erect and with head held high grasped
the man’s hand and said, “I shall do my best, Pandy, and for the
best!”

Yes, New York smiled down at Corey’s bulge and provided well
with the lucky breaks and good shakes.

and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic

build.

“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”

“Thanks very much mate.”

“Where are you going?”

“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off

but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”

“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”

“Good, that would be super.”

“Have you ever back-ridden before?”

“No, well not on one of these.”

“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to

stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near

your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the

next left or right turn.”

“O.K. you’re the gov.”

He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind

me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-

ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered

speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a

big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that

power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,

as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a

hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his

hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his

hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to

stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling

bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-

tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in

the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I

slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He

slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and

asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to

thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”

It was a bit chilly and I hadn’t had a drink since lunch. I looked

at him, and the thrusting bulge in his tracksuit. Why not.

“That would be great,” I replied. I parked the bike and went in

after him.

“Here, let me take your jacket. I’ve put the coffee on, I’m just

going to get out of these trousers, the damp has got in them. Make

yourself at home. By the way my name is Wayne.”

“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I watched as that tight little arse walked out

of the room. Don’t be silly, he would never go for someone my age; and

anyway he had done nothing since we stopped to indicate he wanted any-

thing like that; just my imagination.

I heard a door click in the kitchen and the rattle of cups. A

minute or two later Wayne came in with two cups of coffee, and very

little else. Gone was his tee-shirt and trainers. Gone were the track-

suit trousers. He was wearing a pair of white shorts. At first I

thought they were boxers, cut high in the legs, but no they were run-

ning shorts; and the way things hung and moved I could see there was

nothing underneath but flesh.

He handed me a cup and said “Sugar is on the table.”

He went across to a low table and bent down to put sugar in his

coffee. The material pulled tight across his cheeks, showing how

round, firm and neat it was. I could have grabbed it right then but,

wow Nick!, don’t be silly. I got my sugar and we stood drinking and

making small talk. He was just 16 it turned out. He’d been out walking

and was on his way home when I came across him. His parents we away in

Paris for a long weekend and so he was looking after himself for five

days. So far he had been O.K. but there were still three days to go.

I turned to put my cup on the fire surround, Wayne had finished

his. Suddenly I felt his arms slip round me again. “I enjoyed back-

riding with you. I felt very exhilarated. How did you feel?”

I turned and looked at him, he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Well, I, er felt….”

“I know how you felt, I felt it!” As he said this his hand reached

forward and cupped the bulge in my jeans. I could see the swelling in

his shorts, thick and thrusting against the material; and probing down

his right leg. It must almost have reached the bottom. “I like to feel

a cock in jeans,” he said.

“Look”, I replied, “I don’t want to seem uninterested, but I can’t

understand why a youngster like you, as good looking and well built as

you, would want to bother with someone my age!”

“Well first, I don’t like people my own age, no experience nor

staying power. Secondly there is very little around here at all. And

thirdly you are here and I am turned on. Are you going to say no?” He

was slipping my zip down as he said this. I didn’t say no. He slipped

his hand into my jeans and very gently massaged my ever swelling cock.

I ran my hands over that firm hairless, muscular body. As I caressed

his small but firm nipples he gave a low moan of pleasure. Slowly I

ran my hands across his chest and back, lower and lower, until I

reached his shorts. I took hold of that swelling cock through the thin

material. Another deep moan of pleasure.

Suddenly he burst into action. His hands were under my tee-shirt.

He pushed it up. Sucking my nipples he almost tore the tee-shirt off

me. Then hands slid down to my waist and my jeans were undone and

slipped over my thighs. “You’ve got a great arse”. He said, “Really

small and round for your age, so neat and tight.”

The with a shove I was flat on my back on a couch. My boots and

socks were ripped off, my jeans followed. He came forward and I

slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and took hold of that firm

youthful cock. He froze for a moment, then relaxed and groaned with

pleasure. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I could feel he was

uncut, and there was just a little hair around the base. His balls

were firm and full.

I stood up before him and put my hands on his waist. My nipples

were lust in line and he nibbled and sucked them for a moment. I slid

down to my knees and slowly slipped those shorts down over his arse.

His cock, almost six inches I would guess, thrust out straight and

proud from his body. All reticence went, I slipped my lips over that

young shaft and sucked and tongued it. He groaned and moaned, as I

tongued the tip he writhed with pleasure. Then he pulled me off him

and up.

It was his turn, and he dropped in front of me. He nibbled my cock

through the material of my briefs, and then pulled them down with his

teeth; all the time squeezing and massaging my arse. He licked and

kissed his way up my legs and slipped his smooth young lips over my

cock. It filled his mouth and he gagged a bit but sucked long and

deep. I didn’t know how much more of that I could take. He stopped and

stood up. Pulling my head down he kissed me, our tongues probing and

touching. Then he led me upstairs to a bedroom.

“Please lay on the bed, across not end to end. I want to see and

handle all of you. Your cock is long and very thick, a beauty.”

“So is yours”, I replied, “And you also have a nice bum.”

He open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a plastic

bottle. He poured something into his hand and started to rub my cock

again. It was baby oil. He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and

down between my legs. “Please rub some into my cock too, Sir,” he

asked.

I slowly rubbed it all over his cock and balls. By now he had his

legs and bum near my head and was reaching down to my legs. He lifted

the left legs and rubbed oil into my arse. He probed the hole and I

moaned. My arse is very very sensitive, but very little used.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied in a horse whisper.

He moved and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs

onto his shoulders and started to rub more oil into my cock. It felt

great and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt his finger at my arse

again and it probed inside; no that was no finger. I open my eyes and

looked at Wayne. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he slid

hid cock into my arse. He thrust in time with the rubbing of my cock,

and each thrust produced a deep satisfied moan.

I thought he was going to cum, but no, he pulled out of me. He

climbed up and sat on my stomach. He rubbed my throbbing rock hard

cock, which was behind him and against his arse. Then he lifted him-

self and position my cock against his bum hole. Slowly he lowered him-

self, but as it pushed in he froze and moaned, this time with pain.

“I want it, but its so big, please I want it!” He pushed down

again, but as soon as I was a bit more in he stopped and I could see

the expression of pain on his face.

“Don’t worry Wayne, if you can’t manage it, don’t hurt yourself.”

“But I want it, and the pain is good as well as bad.” He pushed

down some more and I was almost in when he stopped. “Ohhhh! God it is

big!”

I could see it was really hurting, but he would not stop pushing

down. I could also feel just how tight he was. He pushed once more and

so I took a hand. As I felt his pressure go on I thrust up with my

hips as hard as I could. He yelled, screamed, and I slid into that

tight arse.

“Oh God, thank you,” he said and fell onto my chest.

I slowly drew out and thrust again, he moaned and move. I repeated

the thrust and withdrawal, he sat up. Now he was moving, up and down,

pushing so hard he almost had my balls in him as well. Up and down, up

and down, moaning and groaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Oh no, I’m going to cum without touching myself, Oh God, Oh God

Oh……”

He pumped up and down, faster and faster; then with a mighty down-

ward push that nearly sent me through the bottom of the bed he shoot

his young warm juices all over my chest and face. He fell forward onto

his own cum and rubbed it in with his body. He licked my face clean.

Slowly he rose from off me. He licked my body clean of his cum,

slowly working down to mt now dripping rampant cock. His lips closed

over it, and he sucked long and deep. My hand slid between his legs

and I played with his now soft cock. In no time he was hard again and

he eagerly sucked me, and I fucked his mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold

out much longer.

He was sucking as hard as he could and fucking my hand. My body

lifted in an arc off the bed and I gave a mighty moan and froze. My

hot cum shot into his eager mouth, over and over again. The first wave

caused him to cum a second time. He sucked and swallowed and sucked

and swallowed. At last I was empty. He licked my softening cock and my

balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me.

We must have fallen asleep very quickly. It was pitch black we

woke up.

“I don’t suppose you could stay the night could you?”

“I haven’t got any things Wayne.”

“You’ll only need a toothbrush and a lot of stamina; and I’ve got

a spare toothbrush.”

When I eventually got home late the next day I slept for 15 hours.

Wayne was the best back-rider I’ve ever had.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully positioned the bra into place and closed the clasp. (A task that I have become quite good at)

Next I stood and pulled the black lace thong panty into place. Being careful to pull my now hardening cock between my legs and wedging it between my ass checks. I slowly lifted the black lace slip over my head and let it drop into place. My short black leather mini skirt and then my white sheer blouse followed this. The black bra and my enhanced cleavage were clearly visible through the sheer material. The last thing was my 4″ black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond and heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.

I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me suck the dildo. I went to stand up so that I could run and fell flat on my face. They both laughed at me. I made my way to my feet and began to run until my heels got stuck in the grass and I fell again. The taller of the two helped me up and dragged me back to the blanket. The shorter of the two said, “Well what do we have here?” I stood there and said nothing. That’s when he said that I shouldn’t be wasting my time sucking on a rubber dildo when there was two perfectly good cocks there. I started to protest when he said that if I wanted to dress like a woman that I should be treated like one. That’s when he unzipped his fly and hauled out a fat wrinkly cock that was at least five inches long and two and a half inches around and still completely flaccid. By far the biggest cock that I had ever seen. He grabbed my wig and pulled me to him. He pushed me to my knees on the blanket and started moving closer. I started to pull away and he informed me that if I didn’t do as they said that they would beat the shit out of me and cut off my dick.

He told me to start sucking and he pushed his cock into my face. I had no way to escape so I slowly opened my mouth. He told me to lick it first. I slowly run my tongue across the head and then up and down the sides. His monster cock started to grow and kept growing until it was over 10 inches long and more than three inches around. Once he was fully erect he grabbed my wig and forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as much as I could to allow the mushroom shaped head to enter. Once he had the head in, he started to force more in. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had at least six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn’t handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my mouth.

By now the taller of the two guys was getting impatient and wanted his turn. The shorter one pulled his cock out and slapped me in the face with the monster. As soon as he stepped a side I had my first look at the taller man’s already erect cock. It was much shorter and no where near as thick but was uncircumcised. He stepped forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. My jaw was burning from the monster that was just removed so I was actually happy to see that he was only average sized. He slowly continued pushing until his balls were touching my chin. That’s when he started really giving it to me. He would pull out all but the head and slam it all back in again. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it.

He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was stretching my hole to accommodate his monster tool. I was so enjoying the cock in my throat that I didn’t resist when he started pushing his cock into my ass. I had to stop sucking the taller guys cock to keep from biting him as the shorter guy showed no mercy as he pounded my ass until he had every last inch of his cock in my ass. He stopped long enough to scoot forward so that he could grab my hips. I had just started sucking the cock in my mouth again when I felt the cock in my ass pull out until just the head was in and then he slammed back in time and time again. With every forceful thrust of his hips I was impaled at both ends. Soon we had all worked out a rhythm and I was in heaven.

Only moments later I felt the cock in my mouth start to jerk and soon I was swallowing my first taste of semen. Just when the last trickle was sliding down my throat I felt the shorter guy pick up the pace as he neared his release. I regretfully felt the cock slip from my mouth only moments before I felt the sensation of the load being deposited in my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure and for the first time I really felt like a woman. Both guys thanked me for the good time and said that they hoped to meet again real soon. I informed them that I would be back next weekend. They laughed and said “Same time – same place.”

I lay on the blanket and drifted off to sleep as the cum leaked out of my well-abused ass. When I awoke, I cleaned up, removed the make-up and got dressed. I had to wear the breasts home because I forgot the adhesive remover. Not that I really minded, I enjoyed being a woman even more now.

By: crazy guy

Hi, this is crazy back with another story for all gay lovers I got good response for my previous postings I hope youТll enjoy and have a immediate jerk off after reading this. Send me your comments or wants loverguycrazy@yahoo.co.in. I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps but only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that can be bought between men. In the past it went unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now. A moment cannot be held at leisure. It cannot be savored that way. The rings on his finger said leave it, but the glint in his eye begged and beckoned.

People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at something тАУ that same girl heТd sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasnТt my business, but I kept wondering. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldnТt cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my thighs.

I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking – clog thy Willie? I think not! Instant Chinese wasnТt much better, but it wasnТt as bad as the burger and fries. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The “obvious” twenty somethingТs were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist – the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if IТd be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didnТt matter. Nature was calling.

I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in and out of the menТs room. Not a lot of traffic between arrivals and departures, and the entryway provided plenty warning. Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or so I thought, was saying something about the time. Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids. Crowded. Love. Concert. Wonderful friend. A lot of cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped listening. Shortly after they went to the seating area where he left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. “Can I help you find anything?” His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?

“Sir?” I hadnТt noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine.

“No thank you. I was just browsing.” I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by the sink next to his and he turned to see who had walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over. With practice you can check out a guys cock without him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to do in that department. When I saw his head angling for my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed, shifted then fumbled for his zipper. “So where are you headed” I asked, which threw him a bit and he just sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing whether to put it away or to play out the scene.

“Um. Actually a business trip” New York or some place East. I didnТt really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.

“Business trip. With your wife?”

“SheТs not my wife” he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses.

“No need to explain” I said and started to piss. On queue my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I was already crossing the imaginary line IТd drawn earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He slyly started stroking his cock and turned without shame to stare at me and did something I hadnТt expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat and pulled me to him. The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didnТt really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. “Wait” he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the time IТd gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. “IТm Jason” he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. IТd seen what I came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. “I could get arrested” was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing IТd felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain. Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasnТt certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped heТd swallow. He looked as though heТd do anything to please me. “Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock donТt you Jason?” I goaded him and he responded that heТd take all I had to give. “You donТt get much dick from your girl” I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. “You deserve some cock in your life donТt you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?” He looked at me and begged.

“Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all.” I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest friend found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. “Yes” was what I heard and then a final click, someone was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three quick times in secession before I removed it from his puckered hole. He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face. Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, and my balls not cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through the intrusion of a stranger.

The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls stopped behind us and changed direction where he parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look. There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three, too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain. Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly became the outward heterosexual on a business trip with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt, started to say something but didnТt and was gone before his jizz had even settled. After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag and left him in the echoes of my footsteps. Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. “You havenТt been waiting too long I hope.”

“Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago.”

“Are you hungry?”

“IТm starved” I told him. “LetТs go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?”

“Cafe Asia.”

“ThatТs it. For some reason IТm craving Pan Asian.”

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