Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 15:22:03 -0700
From: Richard Ramirez <rarqrxx@gmail.com>
Subject: My Summer Trip, Chapter 6, Family

My Summer Trip, Chapter 5, Family
(c) Richard Ramirez
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I turned and saw Terry, with another guy, an older Terry, skinny, about 30
or 35.

He turned to the older guy and said,

"I want you to meet my friend. You remember, I told you about him, the
party at Lorenzo's."

Oh", the guy said, "You must be the man that broke Terry's ribs. I'm
pleased to meet you".

He stuck out his hand and I shook four limp fingers."

"Would you like to come home with us" asked Terry.

"Now Terry", said his friend, "We're expected, you know that".

"But it's such a bore" said Terry. Besides, you don't know what you're
missing."

The older guy stepped back to size me up and said, "Well, I guess it would
be all right, if we could still make it later."

"I can't", I said, "Not tonight. I've got a date later."

Terry and his friend stepped away from me and started whispering to each
other. As I started to walk away, Terry said. "Just let us play with your
ding dong, just for a while. We'll pay you fifty dollars."

"Each?" I asked, and he didn't blink an eye and said "Yes".

I looked around and saw a big dumpster in back of the kitchen.

"I don't know," said Terry's friend. "I'm really not into public sex."

I went into the space between the dumpster and the wall of the hotel,
pushing Terry me ahead of me into the space between the dumpster and a
dirty food stained cinder block wall.

"It makes it so much more exciting, don't you think?" Terry said. "It's so
dirty!"

I didn't say anything, and leaned against the wall against my upper back
about halfway behind the red dumpster.  They found a piece of cardboard in
the dumpster and Terry took off his shirt and pants and knelt on it in
front of me and started feeling my crouch and biting my dick through my
pants. I had looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he stripped, and
his ribs were all taped up. They were broken, or at least cracked! No
wonder he was walking all macho.

The headlights of cars turning and moving in the parking lot came through
under the dumpster and shined against the wall over me. The smell of
garbage was strong but it was like we got off on the whole scene as he
unbuttoned my fly and put his warm mouth around my dick, hard from the time
he had propositioned me.

I watched and felt him stroke it, lick it and put it in his warm wet mouth
and suck on it. I could feel his lips pressed hard around the shaft as his
head went up and down on it. Terry gave good head.

His friend had his back to the parking lot, filling the space between the
wall and the dumpster, and as a car made a turn behind him, his full
silhouette was outlined in the bright light. I pushed myself against the
wall. The car made a turn, and left. The guy was beating off and I guess it
looked like he was taking a leak.

Terry was right. The dumpster was more of a turn on, like it made the sex
feel more intense.  He had it wet enough to take it deep in his throat. He
knew and liked fucking his throat with a dick. It felt warm and wet, tight
and good as he pushed his head against my balls. He murmured with each deep
suck, turning his head up and down and to the side, feeling the head of my
dick push deep and rub around in his throat.

He pulled back to get a good close look at it as he stroked it, kissing the
slit and round edges, licking the head round and round, sucking, kissing
and licking. With my dick doing the in and out as he sucked, he reached in
between my legs. I let him run his hands to my ass and stick his fingers in
the crack to feel my asshole. He tried to get his head between my legs, but
I couldn't spread them enough with my pants around my ankles. So he looked
up at me smiling a big white smile and asked me to turn around and let him
rim my asshole. I turned around and put my forearm up against the wall,
sticking my ass out to his face. He stroked my dick, reaching around
hugging my hips, and I felt his face in my ass, his wet warm tongue running
up and down the crack and then deep against my ass hole. Aaah.

He licked really wet and I felt his wet warm spit run down my leg. His
tongue was up my ass as he squeezed the head of my dick. He pulled it
between my legs and sucked it from behind, licking my dick, my balls and my
asshole in long tongue strokes. Then he really worked on the head. The
feeling got real intense, real warm and wet. I closed my eyes. I was really
stoned.

I looked down between my legs and saw his hard on. I bent over even more,
reaching down between my legs and felt the head of his boner, running my
thumb on it, spreading his slime on it, as he licked my ass hole and
stroked my dick. His dick felt good. I licked the salty slime off my thumb
and reached back down, my hand around his hard nice cock and slid my hand
down to the base of his dick and tugged on it some, feeling the soft velvet
head in the palm of my hand. He had a nice stiff dick and I remembered his
come on my tongue.

I worked his dick as he worked my dick and asshole, and I came, my face on
my arm, facing the wall, my cock hard between my legs and him with my dick
upside down in his mouth, his nose in my balls and his head up my
ass... and my hand tight around the base of his dick.

I just rested my head on my arm moaning a little, feeling his lips and
tongue on my streaming sensitive dickhead. He took a while with my dick in
his mouth after I came, the dripping head on his tongue. He licked and
softly sucked it until he was sure he had it all.

He got up and pulled his pants up and motioned to his friend, who'd watched
the whole thing. I kept my face to the wall and looked over as his friend
took his shirt off too and pulled his pants down. With his skinny dick in
his hands, he knelt in back of me and started kissing and sucking on my
asshole too.

"Ooo", he said, "Terry's got an awfully bad case of bad breath."

I laughed and so did Terry. The dude reached between my legs and started
playing with my dick, pulling it like he was milking a cow as he reamed my
asshole. Some come must have dribbled out 'cause he licked the head and
then his tongue went back to licking my asshole.

My dick was still heavy but kind of limp and I started to think about
getting another hard on. I started thinking of Leslie's dick when we were
fucking that girl, how it had felt full in my hand, how I liked the
thickness and length of it. I thought about the long black pole fucking
Robbie's face. I imagined his long, black salami dick hard and in my mouth,
of me stroking it and looking at it, licking it, and imagined watching it
come on my face and I got real hard again.

The dude under me looked up and said,

"You are a stud."

He gave better head than Terry, and I turned around to let him have it all,
but I was careful not to look like I was enjoying it, and looked straight
ahead to the dumpster. This dude could deep throat! Kneeling and rocking
his body on his heels he could take it all down his throat and pump his own
throat like a wet cunt. I could feel my dick tight in his throat and
started to bend my legs to the rhythm of his rocking. It felt real good
going in and out his throat.

I put my hand on his head and pressed it against me, my dick as deep as it
would go. He kept it up for a while, nodding his head and turning it side
to side. I pulled it out and smacked my wet hard dick on his face, and he
let me slap his tongue with it, mouthing the head, licking my balls, then
up to the head and taking it deep. I got really into it.

Then he started to suck it seriously, his lips tight around the shaft and
head, going up and down. His lips went around the dickhead and he sucked
just the head, his tongue on the slit. I saw my full round dickhead halfway
in his mouth, his tongue working it all around. He kept looking up at me
and it looked like he was smiling, even with the hard dickhead in his mouth

I stroked my dick and he knew when I was coming and pulled my dick back in
his mouth for a couple of hard popping sucks. He pointed my dick at his
face and stroked it tight in his fist as I came, rubbing it against his
cheek as it shot, shooting, making long lines of come across his cheek. He
took one hard shot in his mouth, his chin pressed against my balls. He took
the third shot deep, then pulled back to squeeze the last drops from the
thick red head, looking up at me smiling, licking each drop as it streamed
on the slit.

Terry came back behind the dumpster, still with his shirt off, ribs all
taped up, and they started to neck, looking for my come on each other's
faces, and feeling each other up, smearing and licking my come on their
faces and Terry's taped bare chest, licking it when they found it on each
other. I got off on Terry's slim body and his hard white dick in his
friend's slow pumping hand.

I pulled my pants up and stepped out from behind the dumpster to
watch. Terry's outline, brighter in the light of a turning car, knelt in
front of the skinny naked dude, a shadow with a hard on as the car passed
and the light dimmed. I watched as Terry sucked him off, pulling on his own
dick, out the zipper of his pants and beating off as he sucked. I looked at
his dick and remembered how good it had felt in my hand - and in my mouth -
and how good it tasted.

I went back and stood next to the friend and let Terry feel my crouch and
my stomach, reaching up as he sucked his friend. His friend kissed and
licked my chest and nipples thru the T.

I pulled my T behind my neck and let them feel my body, the friend licking
my pecs with his real long red tongue and felt Terry's hands my bare back,
my ass crack and asshole. He sucked, licked, and kissed my chest and rubbed
on my crotch pressing against my cock all the while licking and sucking on
his friend's balls.

The friend kissed my hard nipple and moaned as he came in Terry's mouth.

I looked down at Terry as I pulled my t shirt back and saw his shooting
dick and the puddle it made on the dirty concrete.

They both got up and straightened out. They said that had been
terrific. Terry gave me a hundred dollar bill. The friend took out his
wallet and gave me some bills too. I didn't even look to see what they
were. They invited me to go home with them again.

Terry lit a joint and handed it to me. I took it from him, and said thanks
a lot and kept it. I said bye, walking away from them as Terry's friend
came out from behind the dumpster complaining about a spot on his pants,
and how they both "reeked of garbage", how they would have to go home again
to change for the party. He saw me walking away and called out,

"That was fun. Bye-bye".

I had just made $100 plus in 20 minutes instead of $96 in 8 hours as a
dishwasher.


I found the parking garage under the hotel, and went in back seat down of
Leslie's SUV. I rolled up in a blanket and slept, stoned, imagining all the
people I knew, their faces turn green and green monsters turning into
people I knew.

I slept like a rock, all stoned.

The noise of the garage, the motors gunning and the squeal of the tires on
the parking lot pavement woke me up. I looked at the dashboard clock and it
winked 7:30 at me. I sat up and looked out and saw a family with a couple
of little kids loading luggage in their car, and watched them as the mother
tried to keep the kids out of the way as the father loaded these large
heavy bags into their station wagon.

I got a kick out of the kids, about 5 and 7 years old asking their mother
questions and trying to help their old man. He kept pushing them out of the
way gently, as he picked up the heavy bags and complained about all the
stuff they'd brought. The Mom put them in the back seat, and when he was
through packing the two little boys cheered. They all got into the station
wagon to go get breakfast "before they hit the road".

I remembered trips like that with my family. I knew now I couldn't go back
to that. They expected me to bring girls home to our barbeques, to sit with
the men as my girl helped out in the kitchen, to get married and have kids
and be straight.

I knew I had lost my family. They wouldn't respect me any more if they
knew. I would never be what they thought I was.

Robbie was my family now, Leslie too, I guess.

I thought to myself, about my new family, and stretched. The blanket fell
away from my body and I couldn't remember taking my clothes off. I was
naked. I stared at my body, my dick, my stomach and thighs, and felt
ashamed, dirty. I knew I was lost to all of that, that I could never face
my father or mother knowing what I knew, doing what I was doing. I put the
blanket over me again and lay there, thinking about my little brothers, all
growing up, all wanting to be like me. I could see their faces, their
smiles, could hear their laughter - and my Mom's smile.

I remembered the first time I had seen Robbie on the Strip, and going to
look for him and I wished that I had never seen him, never turned my head
at that moment to catch a glimpse of him on that corner. Fuck it! And I
remembered and understood why Robbie moved out.

I put my pants and shoes, put my white t-shirt on and went into the hotel
to wash up in the lobby restroom and got some breakfast.

After breakfast I walked to the gym feeling the hot desert air, not
thinking of anything, just feeling sad. I worked out hard that morning,
almost punishing myself, calling myself a fag when I couldn't do one more
rep, pushing to do every last rep I could, and starting over because it
didn't seem enough.

I felt the pain and it felt good. I was alive. I could feel.

I walked back to the hotel, the hot air, my body feeling happy and good,
and went up to the room to see if Robbie was around. I hoped Leslie
wouldn't be. I needed to talk to Robbie. I'd know from the minute Leslie'd
walked into the room and started fucking Robbie's face that if I stayed I'd
have do him and maybe others, and if I left, I'd have to promise myself
never to see Robbie again, to leave this shit forever. I didn't know what
to do.

Robbie was sitting in the sitting room, staring into space, wearing his
tennis clothes that made him look like a magazine ad His eyes looked tired,
kind of wrinkled at the edges and a little bit red, like he'd had a bad
night.

He just looked up at me when I walked in and said, "Where you been, Vato?"

I sat on the other end of the couch and said, "Around."

We both didn't look at each other for a while and said nothing, and I knew
that he knew what was going on in my mind. It was going on in his mind too.

Finally he said, "Terry's looking for you, man. He's in love. Lorenzo says
you broke his ribs and he liked it."

I looked at him straight in the face, and he looked away.

"It's my life" he said, "I know how... and I make a good living off of
it... "

He sat up on the edge of the couch and looked at me and said, in a strong
voice, "I like it!"

He acted like he was about to get really pissed off, getting up from the
couch and pacing across the room to the window, looking out over the pool
on the sixth floor.

"What's with you?" sounding kind of angry, looking out the window.

I didn't know what to say. We'd had a talk like this before, and I had
ended up going to bed with him, he said, to show me, that it was fun.

"Sucking dick and getting fucked for money? With guys and old men I don't
even know? I don't want to be a whore."

"It's not all that bad," he said. "Don't tell me you don't like gay
sex. You like it."

We were quiet for a while. I finally said,

"I know about Terry. I saw him and his friend last night, and his ribs are
all taped up".

Robbie relaxed, his whole body losing its tensed up stiffness, and still
looking out the window, smiling, said,

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah", I said, knowing that I had just answered a lot of questions for
both of us, but feeling sad and angry inside, both at the same time, at
Robbie and at myself. "What the fuck", I thought, and looked down at my
feet.

Robbie felt it too, from me, and turned to look at me. "All confused, huh?"
he said and smiled at me with his best puto smile. I felt like I could
really hate him.

"Does it ever stop?" I asked him.

"What are you talking about", he said. "Stop what? It stops when you want
it to stop".

He sat next to me on the couch, our knees touching. "You get off on it", he
said, "Why are you fighting it?"

I thought about my little brothers and my Dad, and felt the shame, and I
guess Robbie did too, because he put his arm around my shoulders, and I
rested my head against his chest and felt like crying, feeling all empty
and scared inside. I hugged him tighter, and he lay back with me in his
arms and kissed my face. I returned his kisses softly, and put my arms
around him. I felt him move, and opened my eyes, to see him pull his dick
out of his shorts and force my head down on it.

I didn't want sex. I just wanted to hold him, for him to hold me. But I
looked at it, and took it in my mouth and stroked it a couple of times, and
he pulled me back and said,

"That's all there is, that's all it is, does that make you a freak?"

I took his dick in my hand, and held it, a stiff piece of meat, and it
didn't seem like any big deal. He saw my weak smile, and pushed me back and
bent to kiss my crouch and bite my dick through my pants until I got a hard
on. I rubbed his back as he blew me, but I pulled him back before I came
and we sat there, my hand on his dick, us looking at each other.

I still had to think about Leslie. I knew I would have to let him fuck me
if I was going to stay with them. I didn't care anymore as long as I still
had something going with Robbie.

Just to test it out I told him I could leave and see him later in LA.

But Robbie didn't say anything. He got up tight said it was up to me, and
went to the window, and said.

"I got this bad ass swim suit, you want to see it?"

I said sure, and he brought it out, a black, Speedo type suit that would
show his dick and his tight, round ass even if it never got wet. I lay back
thinking I didn't want to be seen with him wearing it.

"Look, man", I said, "I'd better go home soon."

Robbie had stripped naked, and was stepping out of his tight black swim
suit. He straightened up, the swim suit half way up his thigh, and looked
at me real pissed off, angry. But I couldn't take my eyes of his abdomen,
its great flat ripples, and his semi hard long dick, heavy between his
legs.

Looking at my face he smiled like he knew something. He didn't pull his
swim suit all the way up, letting his long white dick hang out over the
top, the head bobbing at an angle away from his body, he stood beside the
couch, and putting his hand on my head, pushing it back, had me look
straight at his dick, hard now, and pointing at my face.

I hugged his waist, his dick against my cheek and started to cry. He asked
me in a real calm voice what the matter was, and I finally blurted out,

"I think I love you."

He said, "Then why don't you stay, man?" Look, let's go swimming, and have
something to eat, and we'll talk about it some more".

"The only reason I lied to my Dad and come to the mountain was just to be
with you. I love you. I didn't come up to be no cock sucking whore."

He didn't say anything. He was real cheerful, a little too happy, as I put
on my trunks, watching me dress, humming a song and making jokes.

"You know, I'm doing this for you. You're good looking and have a really
nice body. You could make some real money. I'll put you in touch with some
really nice people."

But he didn't say he loved me.


We went downstairs, me in my trunks and a T, him in only his black briefs
and a towel over his shoulder, looking like and ad in the Sunday paper. I
felt really bad... real sad.

We sat down next to the pool on the restaurant side, and I looked across
and saw the little chick me and Leslie had fucked the day before. She
pretended to ignore us as she lay on her stomach on a towel, writing in a
pad, but I caught her eye and she turned her head and shook it "no."

I saw a woman on a deck chair next to her. I figured out it was her mother
and told Robbie about it. "There's the chick me and Leslie balled,"
said. "She's with her mother".

Robbie took a good look at her and after we had ordered lunch, he said,

"I wouldn't mind having a piece of that myself."

I wondered if he could get it up for a woman, but I guessed if Leslie
could, he could too.

I dove into the pool and swam around, and sat at the edge of the pool on
her side, but she couldn't talk to me, and kept writing in her pad. I saw
the waiter coming back with our lunch and swam back across the pool and
went to our table.

As I sat down, Robbie said, "We could make some money off that chick."

I picked up my sandwich and asked, "How's that?"

He looked at me like I was stupid, and said, kind of pissed,

"We could sell her to a pimp, dumb ass. We could probably get a couple of
big ones for her...  bet Lorenzo knows somebody."

I thought it was pretty fucked up. Robbie hadn't talked to me like that
before, and I kept quiet.  But I wasn't hungry anymore.

"She likes mirrors, huh? Make a date with her and we'll take her over to
Lorenzo's pad and fuck her good". He was smiling as he ate looking up at
her I just looked at her and her mother.  Her mother was good looking, like
she said.

I took a bite of my sandwich, not saying anything. We sat there Robbie
eating fast like he was real hungry, me just taking small bites, eating the
fries, mostly. Finally the waiter came over for the dishes.

As he did, the chick got up and spoke to the woman on the deck chair, and
started to tear out pages from her pad and putting them in envelopes. I
asked Robbie if he wanted to swim, and he said he didn't know how. I
laughed, and asked him how much he'd spent on the swimsuit. It was a couple
of hundred!

"That's a lot of money for a swimsuit you just gonna fart in", I said,
laughing.

As I laughed and Robbie looked pissed at me, the chick walked by our table
and dropped an envelope on my towel in the empty chair. As she walked by
Robbie lay back and stretched, his arms over his head, flattening his
stomach, looking sexy as hell. The chick looked at him and down on the
ground as she walked by, and Robbie eyed her ass as she walked by like he
really liked what he saw. We got up to leave, and I looked over and saw her
mother eyeing Robbie like he'd eyed her daughter, like she liked what she
saw too.

"It looks like her Mama likes you", I said, and he looked over and saw her
cruising him.

"Maybe we could do them both at the same time", he said. I smiled.

We went up to the room.

Robbie hadn't noticed the envelope. I took it into the bathroom and read it
sitting on the pot.  She said her pussy kept getting wet every time she
thought about me and was really getting wet looking at me and my
friend. She said she wanted to see me again, but didn't know my name, but
that I should leave a message at the front desk that there was a meeting of
the CYC.

"Don't make the meeting too late. Make it about seven at night. If you want
to spend the night together, tell me that the meeting has been cancelled
and that you'll let me know when it will be again. I'll meet you in the
fourth floor fire stairs that same night about ten, after my parents have
gone to bed."

She wrote something about her little pussy looking for a big tom cat, and
that she could just see my pole in her dreams and that it was making her
all wet, and signed the note,

"Love your magic wand, Vanessa."

 I put the note under a pile of towels, and came out of the head to find
Robbie, his swimsuit around his ankles, sitting on the end of the bed
watching a straight porno movie,

"I'm getting ready for your lady," he said,

"Make a date with her for tomorrow night. We'll go by the pool tomorrow,
and I'll make friends with her mother so you can talk to her. I'll tell
Lorenzo that we need his pad at the gym today".

I was ready for a little sex and sat next to Robbie and felt his dick as he
watched the movies.  He let me give him head, but when I got up and pulled
my trunks down he got up and started putting on his tennis outfit, saying
he had to meet Lorenzo at the gym early today. I got naked anyway, and
stroked my dick watching him get dressed. Like always, I got a hard on
looking at him, but he barely noticed me and left the room.

I sat there watching a lady get her cunt licked, but lost my hard on.

I missed my family. I hadn't called home since I left so I called Chale in
LA to see if they'd called him. I was lucky he was home, and he said my mom
had called him and asked him where I was. He said he told her that I had
stayed up in Big Bear for a couple more days and that I would be calling
home soon.

I called home and my dad answered. I thought I'd be glad to hear his voice,
but it wasn't the same for me anymore. But I was happy to hear him. He
sounded glad to hear my voice. I told him I was coming home, that I had
gotten tired of camping and that I wanted to work in construction with him
and his crew.

He said that he wasn't a foreman any more, that his boss had retired and
his crew had been taken away from him by the owner's son. He couldn't give
me a job just yet. I asked him why he was home, if he was working, and he
said that he was taking the week off. I told him that I'd heard of a job up
in the Sierras, in construction, fixing up summer cabins, and he told me it
would be a good idea to check it out, and that if I needed a reference to
give them Gilbert's name at the union. He told me I'd need the money for
college.

I said Hi to my Mom. She sounded cheerful but I knew she was worried, about
me, about my Dad. She asked the normal questions, how I was, if I was
eating right. We talked for a little and then I said I had to go. She
blessed me and I said bye, and hung up. It only made me sad.

My Dad had lost his job!

As I lay on the bed shirtless, my hands behind my head, thinking about what
to do, Leslie walked into the room, and stood in the doorway, looking at
me.

"How you doing?"

I said, "All right."

He was all bleary eyed and smelled of booze. It was barely afternoon and he
was already staggering. But I tried to sound friendly, so he came into the
room pretending to get a better shot of the three way fuck on the TV. I had
left it on when I called home, but had turned off the sound.

He watched the shot of a chick getting a dick up her ass and in her cunt at
the same time.

He turned up the sound to listen to the groans and the woman's chirping,
smiling.

"Sounds like our scene of the other day", he said. "Next time we should try
that".

I said "yeah", and waited for him to make a move, my arms still at the back
of my head, my bare feet about a foot apart on the bed. He turned to look
at me and asked if I'd spoken to Robbie.

"Yeah, we talked."

He turned the sound off again, and sat on the bed next to me, his back to
the TV. I didn't move.

"I'm glad", he said, "I'm really not a bad guy."

He looked at my body, my chest and stomach, and put his hand on my chest,
rubbed it and I could feel the nipples stand up and get bumpy. He noticed,
and bent over to kiss it and ran his hand down my stomach.

"You guys sure have beautiful bodies", he said, straightening up. "Your
arms and shoulders make you look big but your torsos tight and compact." He
rubbed my stomach as I flexed it and stretched on the bed. It sounded like
he was talking to himself.

He smiled and I put my hand on his thigh. He bent over and kissed me on the
mouth, a heavy french kiss, his tongue deep in my mouth, the foul smell of
booze and cigarettes on his breath heavy and hard to take.

I put my arms around his neck, and as we kissed his hand unbuttoned my
pants and stroked my stiff dick. He sat up and took his shirt off and lay
next to me and we did some pretty heavy necking, his hands all over my
body, on my dick the whole time, rubbing against me, on top of me, almost
making me come a couple of times even if he did have really bad breath.

He sat up and took his shoes off and stood and let his pants drop to the
floor and pulled my pants off by the cuffs. His tool was half hard. It
didn't stand out from his body; it just swung between his legs, a long,
thick, heavy black pole.

He noticed me looking at his dick, and smiled, folding my pants and putting
them on the dresser, just to let me have a longer look. He saw himself on
the mirror and rubbed his hands down the sides of his body. I lay on the
bed, one hand behind my back, one hand feeling my cock, and watched his
heavy dick swing between his legs.

He kind of staggered back around the bed, like he had a hard time keeping
his balance. He sat next to me facing the mirror. He told me to turn over
and I did - my hands under my cheek. He ran his hand down my back and
kissed my shoulder, rubbing his cheek on my upper back as he ran his hand
from the small of my back and felt my ass. He lay on his side next to me
and I felt him lay his heavy dick on my leg and rub it against me.

He spread my cheeks and felt my asshole with his fingers.

"Oh, Baby", he said, "You never been fucked?"

I said, "No", and stiffened up. He noticed my reaction, and said, "Don't
worry about it, we'll work it out."

He said it kind of flat, like no feeling. Maybe he'd never had a cherry
asshole. If he didn't know, I wasn't going to tell him. He sat up and
stroked my back and ass real softly, like my skin was soft fur, keeping one
hand on the crack, fingers pressing against my asshole.

"Your back gets flat, the way your muscles move, the way it curves in and
then curves out to the nice round ass," he said, again like he wasn't
really talking to anybody, just talking to himself.. He sat up and ran his
fingers down the furrow of my spine, and bent to kiss the cheeks of my ass,
his finger thick and heavy and pushing against my asshole.

He straddled my head, and on his hands and knees, started to lick my
asshole, his face deep into the crack. I lifted my face and looked around,
trying to get a shot of the mirror, but couldn't. As I lifted my head, I
felt his dick bump against my head, and turned to it and started feeling
the length and thickness. I stroked the length of the heavy black tool
turning it and peeling back the skin to lick the top part of the pointed
head, making it wet and shiny. I turned it again and kissed the underside
of the head, sucking and licking like Robbie'd done with me.  It was still
heavy in my hand, but still not hard.

He told me to turn over, and as I did, his dick hung into my mouth. I
stroked it, licking and sucking the head, working it inside my mouth. He
stood on his knees for a while, watching himself in the mirror, watching me
suck the end of his dick I guess, as I worked his dick in my mouth, then
bent over and sucked my dick, still on all fours. He took it all in his
mouth and down his throat, and it felt tight. I pumped it with my hips,
slowly, in and out of his mouth, in rhythm with the feeling of the head in
the tight tube of his throat, short slow strokes with my hips in and out of
his throat like it was a real soft pussy.

He pulled my thighs under his armpits and started licking and sucking my
asshole, bending the lower part of my body up. His dick went deeper into my
mouth, and almost choked me. I grabbed his dick a couple of inches below
the head and kept on sucking the pointed head, sometimes licking the length
of it and putting the small, tight balls in my mouth and playing with them
with my tongue. I grabbed my own dick tight and stroked it as he licked and
sucked on my balls. He straightened up and lay back next to me, and put his
arms behind his head, and closed his eyes.

I didn't know what he wanted me to do, so I just stroked my own wet cock.

But it really didn't feel like sex. It didn't feel like he really wanted
it. It felt like he was just doing it because he could.

Then he just got up and left.


Robbie had been watching us from the doorway.

Leslie noticed him too as he walked out. He went past Robbie, naked, his
clothes in his arms and his long limp black dong swinging between his legs.

Robbie looked at me like disgusted.

I shined him on,

"It was your idea" I said. "I'm doing it for you."

I propped up my head on the pillows against the headboard, and felt my
still stiff, wet hard as nails dick. He took off his tennis outfit and
started to pull some clothes out of the closet, clothes I hadn't seen
before. He had a hard on, like always, a long one sticking straight out
from his body.

He tried to keep his back to me, and I said, "Come here, man".

He said, "What?" but ended up standing next to my bed, his dick in my
mouth.

I stroked my dick as I did him, and he looked at my body and felt my chest
and stomach. The head of his dick felt thicker in my mouth than Leslie's,
the shaft of it straighter and harder, but a little thinner. He threw his
clothes on his bed and as I pushed myself down on the bed, straddled me and
we sixty-nined.

I tried real hard to make it good for him, and he really got into it and
gave me head like he always did. It wasn't as good as Leslie's but it felt
good because it was Robbie. As I did him, I looked down his body, looking
at his chest and flat, solid abs, his stomach, rippling and flexing. He
really was pretty. I felt his arms and sides, and reached around to his
ass, as he sucked my dick and I his. It didn't take us long to come, and we
came together, coming and swallowing each other's come. I wanted to kiss
him, to hold his body against me, but he got up, and looking less pissed
off went into the shower.

I lay there for a while and then went into the bathroom to clean up. He'd
left the shower door open and watched me clean up with a washcloth. I would
check him out in the mirror when he wasn't watching.

 "Fuck it", he said, "I guess it'll be all right. How come you're not going
home?"

I told him what had happened with my Dad and he seemed to understand. "I've
got to tell you the rules", he said, "I probably won't be here
tonight... Leslie's probably gonna trade me for that little white wimp his
agent keeps. You'll probably meet him tonight. But I'll see you tomorrow."

He got out of the shower and dried himself in the bedroom with me watching
him. I didn't say anything.

He got some keys out of his shorts and threw them at me saying, "These are
Lorenzo's keys to his pad. He said he isn't going to be there for a couple
of days. He says not to forget to take the garbage out or it smells up the
whole place."

He asked how my Dad and Mom were, and we got talking as he dried his hair
with a blow drier.

He went to look for Leslie, and came back, "He's free basing. He's really
losing it.

Leslie came in all red eyed, and as Robbie dress, he watched, like he was
happy about something, smiling, looking at me, still naked and sitting in a
chair, and up at Robbie dressing.

The hotel phone rang and Leslie answered. He put on this weak smile as he
spoke and said "Wonderful." He told Robbie they should leave. I had the SUV
for the night.


I lay on the bed, and smelled the cold stink of sucked dick on me, on my
hands, in the room. I could smell it. I could taste it. I brushed my teeth
in the shower but the smell of sucked dick stayed on me, like one big stain
on in my brain. With a towel around my waist, I opened the sliding balcony
glass door to the hot, clean air.

I stood on the balcony and thought about it, about me. I wondered why
thinking about having Leslie's cock in my mouth had been more of a turn on
than when I really had it. What was sex all about? Why did I need it so
bad? Do all gays fuck like sluts?

I wondered how much I was getting paid for this and thought of Robbie. I'd
ask him. And Robbie was changing, too. My hair dried real fast in the hot
desert air, and I went inside to change. Then I went out to look for
Lorenzo's pad.


I thought I was going to find it easy, but got lost in the black area where
we'd seen those old wino types. It really wasn't a black area, but a poor
area, and I noticed as I drove around a lot of Mexican families lived there
too.

I saw this drive-in next to a large park and bought a cheeseburger and a
coke and walked across the street to watch some dudes play basketball as I
ate. There was this tall black dude, about my age, in gym shorts with a ULV
logo on them and a cutoff workout T shirt that showed his slender waist and
flat ripped stomach, watching too.

He asked me if I wanted to play. Most of the guys were Chicanos so I said
ok.

As I finished my burger, he went over to tell them and called me over. We
played hard and fast and it felt good. I forgot about everything except the
game, and matched against the taller black dude that invited me, I had to
be on my toes. My teammates were good, and the score was only two points
apart most of the time. It was fun matching myself against the dude, who
could jump real high, but I have quick hands and could steal the ball from
him when he wasn't super careful. I had better wind than the others too,
and that helped a lot. I just passed the ball to Jessie, the dead-eye on my
team after I got Jason, the black dude out of the way, and he managed to
score most of the time.

Two little girls came by and told Jesse in Spanish, that the food was
ready.

His family was having a picnic, and he invited us all to go over and eat,
but only the black dude and I went over.

The family wasn't rich, I could tell. After we got there the father, who
looked like my dad, and some friends of his and their families, made us
feel real welcome, like poor families do. I noticed that the cokes ran out
real fast, so I took Jason to a market across the street from where we were
and bought a couple of cases of sodas and water and a couple of big bags of
chips.

Jessie and his dad tried to pay me for them and I didn't let them, and it
started some sparring with Jessie. I caught him cold a couple of times, and
then his uncle started screwing around.  We sparred with open hands, in
fun, and the uncle got winded real fast. I was having a good time.

Jessie's little brother, about 13 or 14, took me on when the uncle got
tired and we sparred, but I was real careful with him. He managed to catch
me with a combination jab and left hook to the body. I was winded by that
time and sat down, sweating and laughing.

I liked them and they liked me. Even serious face Jason got into the
kidding and laughing. We ate and talked about boxing and I suggested to the
kid brother that he go out for boxing. They laughed and told me that he was
going out for golden gloves for his age group in Las Vegas.

"You're good, man," he told me, when I kidded him about taking advantage of
me.

I told him I was on my high school boxing team, and told them the name of
the school. The uncle, who was a fight fan told me that a kid that was on
our team, but went pro without finishing high school was fighting in Las
Vegas next week in an undercard. If we're still here, I thought, I'll look
him up.

It started getting dark and the families went home. I offered Jason a ride
home.  Since we were the strangers we had stuck around together.

I'd heard him speak in Spanish to Jesse's mother, telling her how he wanted
his tacos when she made food for us. Walking back to the SUV I told him he
did real well with Chicanos. He smiled his big gentle smile and told me he
spent more time with Chicanos than blacks and sometimes felt like a
Chicano.

"I like to hang around Mexican families. It's a good feeling."

I guess he felt like I did, like a family we couldn't or didn't have.

I was getting really good vibes from Jason. He acted kind of shy but really
wasn't. We could be really good friends I thought, and wondered if I should
tell him I was gay.

The park was real big, and we walked slowly across it, talking, making
friends. He had this broad dark brown face, and a small nose, and a real
clear complexion, a real handsome young black dude.

As we were walking I saw these dudes, older, mostly white hanging around
one of the public toilets at the edge of the park. Jason saw me staring and
smiled and said,

"Whole bunch of queers hang around there man, after dark... could make some
money", he said, like making a joke. "I got me twenty buck there once for
letting one of them suck my dick."

I stopped walking and just looked at him. He looked back at me like he'd
said something wrong.

I looked away. The whole fucking world's gay, I thought. I started to walk
again, my head down, not looking at him. I finally said,

"I haven't had a good blow job in a long time." Like maybe a couple of
hours ago, I thought.

He looked at me and smiled, and asked me if I needed twenty bucks. I smiled
back and nodded.

We switched directions and walked toward the toilets. It was getting dark
as we went inside to take a leak. There were about five or six older white
guys inside, standing against the walls, pot bellied, about fifty.

As we pulled our dicks out, they came over and stood beside us in the empty
urinals, looking our dicks over. I pissed and showed them my dick as I took
a leak. Jason pissed for a long time, and then got a hard on. He had a
long, flat dick, uncircumcised, that swung out in one long curve from the
leg of his gym shorts, a thick dark brown dick, the sides barely tapering
to a broad head as it curved. Almost like Flaco. And when he peeled the
foreskin back it was just like Flaco's broad thick head.

We both stood at the urinals and stroked our cocks, making them hard. It
didn't take much for me. I'd got a hard on the minute Jason said blow
job. Jason peeled back the foreskin and waving the long dick around,
letting them take a better look.

One old guy whispered "Twenty dollars" into Jason's ear, and led him
outside, his now hard long cock held up and showing from the waistband of
his shorts. Another guy offered me twenty too, and I followed him out. The
others went back to their spaces against the walls, looking us over.

I pulled my t shirt off as I followed the dude behind the toilet. I saw
Jason standing against the wall, his dick out from the leg of his jockstrap
and shorts. His john was on his knees licking the underside of Jason's dick
curving out his jock strap and smelling Jason's jock, pressing his face
against it and his balls.

I stood beside Jason against the wall and we smiled at each other as my
john got on his knees in front of me and started biting my dick through my
pants. The john unbuttoned the fly and took my dick deep in his mouth and
started slobbering it, making it wet. He stroked it when it was wet,
sliding it in his fist as he looked over at Jason's longer dick getting
sucked, then he went back to sucking and pulling on mine.

He leaned over and Jason's john let him have Jason's foreskined dick in his
mouth, peeling it back for the other guy, exposing the round shiny
head. After her sucked it, still pulling on my dick, he let the other guy
have a turn on mine.

Jason looked at me and watched my dick get sucked and I watched him, both
of us glancing at each other's dicks and up to our faces, smiling once in a
while. I reached over under his t shirt and pinched his nipple and felt it
large and hard. I ran my hand down his flat stomach and went back to his
flat undeveloped chest for one more short, sharp nip pinch.

Jason reached over and felt my body with the palm of his hand, my stomach
and pecs, and when my john was busy with my balls, my dick pointing up over
his balding head, Jason made a fist around the wet head of my hard dick and
squeezed it.

It was a decent blowjob but I was getting off on Jason and I knew he was
getting off on me. I didn't want to take too much time with these
cocksuckers and wanted to go somewhere with Jason. So I came first, looking
at Jason pulling his john's face against his balls, looking at me.

I was buttoning up when Jason came. His john pinched the foreskin together
at the tip of Jason's cock as he stroked the long broad curving dick,
pulling the foreskin forward and bunching it up at the head when Jason
moaned, like he was coming. He waited as Jason came then he let go of the
foreskin letting the come splash to the ground. Then he put the come wet
dickhead in his wide open mouth, the slit streaming come, milking it and
licking and sucking it.

We both got our twenty bucks and went to the jeep, not talking, but both of
us probably thinking the same thing, both of us excited, with butterflies
in our stomachs and pressure on our cocks. I still had a hard on and I saw
that Jason did too.

I still had my t shirt off when we got to some trees, a couple growing real
close together. I sat against one and Jason sat against the other, real
close, almost facing each other, knees up.

"You real sad, huh?" Jason said, making eye contact.

"Kinda" I said, looking down.

We just sat there for a while. I finally said,

"You've got a real long dick," and reached between his open legs and felt
his crotch. His long dick got hard real fast, the minute I touched it, and
it came up from the leg of his shorts, the foreskin pointing up against his
leg. I felt it against his leg, pressing down against it and the leg of his
shorts, and saw more of his hard dick. The way he was sitting the shorts
held it tight against his leg. But there was more than enough for me.

He put his hand on my crotch and I leaned in and smelled it like I did
Robbie. Smelling it was a turn on even with this guy. I bit the foreskin
and stuck my tongue under it. I took the head it in my mouth, and felt my
cheek tight against his leg as I took it in and worked my tongue around it
and against the inside of my cheek.

He moaned and I looked up and saw he had his head back and his eyes
close. He let me suck on his dickhead, petting my head.

He said "Let's go somewhere."


The sun was setting as we approached the jeep.

I went around to the passenger side to unlock the door for Jason, and as I
unlocked it, he pressed against me and I could feel the hard bulge of his
dick against my side. I turned to face him, and he put his hands on my
shoulders and smiled a wide white smile, then kissed me one long gentle
kiss, and said,

"You've got a pretty hot bod there too."

I could feel my dick stand almost straight up inside my pants as I leaned
into him, put my hands on the flare of his hips and murmured almost in his
ear,

"You're pretty hot yourself".

We kissed again, and stood there barely touching, our bodies together, my
cheek brushing his shoulder and upper chest, his face against my hair, our
dicks straining through our clothes. I felt him kiss the side of my head,
and turned to him and we kissed on the lips, a short peck, rubbing our lips
together.

He said, "Let's get inside."

I unlocked the doors and sat on the back seat. Jason followed me in and sat
next to me. He pulled his shorts and jockstrap off still in his half t
shirt.

I watched as he leaned his back against the door and swung his long legs
open, facing me, holding his long curved dick straight up.

I reached over and stroked the length of it as he played with his balls
with one hand and stroked my forearm with the other, rubbing it gently with
the palm of his big hand as I stroked his long dick. The light from a
moving car ran softly across our bodies like they were feeling us up too.

I kicked off my sneakers and pulled my pants off. And as I leaned against
the jeep door he lay on his back on the seat, and lay his head on my lap,
turning and rubbing his short soft kinky hair against my hard tool.

I leaned over and kissed him, sticking my tongue in his open mouth, and
played with his small balls as he stroked his long, curving dick. He slid
his head and neck on my leg and turned his head toward me, his open mouth
asking for my cock. I pushed it down pointing it towards his open mouth and
he slid back closer to me taking it inside his mouth and sucked on it.

I watched the movement of his open mouthed profile and the head of my cock
pushing against the inside of his cheek. I stroked his dick and rubbed his
thin chest and rippled stomach and slid my hand between his long open legs,
feeling his dick, his balls, and then his ass and asshole. It had shit on
it. But he'd been fucked before. I cleaned my finger on his T and played
with his balls as he sucked on my stiff pole, and he turned his head and I
bent and kissed him some more.

He sat up and we did some pretty heavy necking and petting, lots of tongue,
lots of "mmm..."  We managed to sixty-nine in that back seat, but I
couldn't tell you what he did with those long legs as we did it. I could
feel his open mouth and tongue on the shaft of my dick and my balls as I
stroked and sucked his dick, peeling the skin back and kissing and licking
the nice broad thick head, licking and kissing hard round balls on the
underside.  I pinched the foreskin tight against the head of his dick and
ran my tongue under it, making circles under the foreskin, tight against
the dickhead making him moan some more.

Jason pushed my head back and said he didn't want to come until I was
ready. I told him I was ready, and we both went back to our sucking.

We came together soon after that, all scrunched up in that back seat, our
heads between each other's legs, shooting in each other's wet hungry
mouths, our dicks deep in each other's throat.  And then we both pulled out
almost at the same time, slowly stroking our dicks for more, our come
dripping from the corners of our mouths, smeared on our cheeks and dripping
down our chins.

When our dicks got a little limp we sat up and licked and kissed the come
off of each other's faces. I could feel the warmness of Jason, the
friendship, a feeling that we seemed to have for each other, like I had
gotten from Robbie in better times.

I couldn't get enough of him, I couldn't feel his body enough, and neither
could he kiss me enough. We sat next to each other, one long brown arm over
my shoulder, the other on me feeling belly to balls. I had one arm around
his waist, leaning against him, my hand on his thigh and dick, my head
against his skinny chest. He really got into kissing my back and shoulders
and feeling my pecs and nipples.

Our dicks never got soft, only harder as we leaned against each other and
felt each other up and necked in the back seat of that jeep.

He never did take his T shirt off.

He looked at the clock on the dashboard and sat up, and said,

"I've got to go man; I got a regular I got to do."

I gave him a ride home and met his mother and younger brothers and sisters
in this small house with a security metal screen door and lots of locks. As
they watched TV I waited as he showered. His mom was real nice but I could
tell she was wondering about me, asking where I was from and what I was
doing in Las Vegas, but in a sweet way. She got me some water.

He came out in the standard half t shirt, this one white. He told his Mom
we were going to a party and we left the small, two or three room house
with broken toys and a little kid's bicycle with one tire littering the
front yard and Jason showed me the way to a hustler's corner.

He asked me to let him off on the corner of what looked like a block full
of offices, at a bank.  Businesses that closed by 6. There was this short,
bulky Indio looking dude on the corner, and he started hassling Jason as
soon as he got out of the jeep, claiming the corner as his spot 'cause
Jason hadn't been there for so long.

I parked the jeep in a bank parking lot and came back to back up Jason. The
little dude, about five feet five, tall, looking chubby but not from
bulking up, gave me some shit about fucking with niggers and why didn't I
back up "my own people, Bro" but he left us alone when he saw nobody was
paying attention and went back to a spot against the bank wall about 10
feet away.

As I was saying goodbye to Jason again, a black SUV rolled up and Jason
looked in and nodded, and got in. I started walking away, past the little
dude leaning against the wall, when Jason called me over. I leaned against
the car door looking in, at a fifty of so chubby white dude, who offered me
fifty bucks to come to his party. Just for a blowjob. No fucking.

While he talked to me he had his hand on Jason's thigh and was outlining
his hard on under the tight white pants, Jason's hard dick running half way
down his left leg.

I said "$75" and the dude said OK and I got in the back seat and we took
off.

About a block away, he stopped the car and told Jason to drive and got in
the back seat with me, saying he had to check the merchandise. He told me
to pull my pants down and felt me up, running on hand under my shirt, the
other between my legs and up my crack. He gave me head all the way to his
apartment, one finger pressed against my asshole knocking to get in, the
other on my chest and nips.

He reminded me of Leslie the way he felt me up and touched me, kind of
rough, not caring what I felt like. I kept my hard on for him just thinking
of being in a real bed with Jason.

Jason knew the direction and the routine. We waited outside the apartment
house until we saw the light go on in his room, and followed him in. The
door was open, and we walked into this smelly apartment, smelly from being
closed all the time, smelly like him.

The dude was in the bathroom. Jason stripped his pants and took his shoes
off, lay on the unmade bed, and smiled at me as he stroked his long, brown,
uncut dick. I had just gotten my shirt off and my shoes, when the dude came
back in, in a bathrobe, and sat on the bed next to Jason.

He looked at me and asked me what I was waiting for, and took a big pull
from a quart of scotch on a dresser, and started french kissing Jason and
stroking Jason's dick. I watched him crawl all over Jason as I pulled off
my pants and knelt on the bed next to Jason to let the dude feel my
dick. He reached out to stroke it as he sucked on Jason's unpeeled head,
and stroked his own, thick cut dick.

Jason reached up to play with my nipple and I rubbed Jason's shoulder and
stuck my fingers in his mouth. We were smiling at each other.

He had me sit on Jason's open thighs, facing Jason, our dicks and balls
touching, and sucked on both our dicks, one at a time then trying both at
the same time. He really was making all kinds of noises, murmuring, having
a good time.

 He had us lay back on the bed and straddled Jason's head. As Jason gave
him head, he sucked me and Jason off at the same time, sixty-nining with
Jason and sucking me as I leaned back on my elbows. He still couldn't get
both dicks into his mouth at the same time. But he tried real hard and it
felt good having our dickheads pressed against each other in his mouth.

Jason must have given him great head, 'cause he came and got all pissed
off. He had Jason and me kiss and feel each other up while he watched, to
try to get another hard on but he couldn't and Jason ended up fucking him
dog style while the dude sucked me off.

He started stroking his dick still sucking on me. It was a trip watching
smiling Jason's hot skinny body lean in and out against his ass. The john
started squirming and I knew he was coming again, and I came in his mouth
watching Jason fuck him. His balding head kept going up and down and back
and forth even as he came. He took my load and when I was done he spit my
come on my chest.

He gave us our money as he got dressed and drove us back. He was going for
a drink st some bar. When he dropped us off, and told us to get out, he
told Jason he'd see him next week and to bring a friend. He really did
remind me of Leslie, a white pot bellied Leslie.


It was a nice warm night, and Jason and I talked, sitting in the
Cherokee. I told him about my "john" Leslie, and he told me about himself,
how he'd been hustling for over a year, and telling his mom and his friends
that he was working in a casino parking garage. I guess we all have to lie.

Jason asked me if wanted to turn another trick, but it was almost midnight,
and I said I wanted to get back.

"Too bad", said Jason," the bars are going to start emptying out in a
while". He asked me if I had to get back real fast, and if I wanted to go
with him someplace "special".

I said "sure."

I had to get some gas, then past his house and past what looked like
Lorenzo's place and up to a freeway.