I must preface this story by saying that it is pure fantasy. As you might know, I don't always write fantasy. Sometimes I write fact disguised as fantasy. It's up to you to tell the difference. I avoid the usual disclaimers because, I figure, why are you here in the first place? Wouldn't you like to be surprised for a change?

by Larkin, .... jet2larkin (at) gmail (.) com
Copyright 2011

PLAYLAND

Part 6: Bad Number, 14th Street, Reggie's Trials.

It was the beginning of October and the first cold winds began to blow in the city.

"You were suppose to get me a key to this fuckin apartment!"

Joey said, "I know, I keep forgetting."

He opened the door and Peter followed him up stairs to Jeanie's apartment. The sat together on the daybed and Peter fiddled with the warbling answer machine.

"This fuckin thing is on its last leg."

Message 1: "Hi honey and Peter if you're there. Things are ok here. Of course the job isn't all it was cracked-up to be but things never are. I miss you and wish I could see you soon. believe it or not, I even miss New York. I never thought I'd say something like that. Bye honey, I'll try to call around 5 your time and maybe you'll be there."

Joey blurted out, "That's an old one!"

Peter looked at the boy and said, "Well if that's the last one. How fuckin long ago did you get it?"

Joey thought for a second. "I don't know, I can't remember ."

Peter pulled out the frayed and folded business card that Jeanie had given him before she had left. He looked at it. "The Inferno"

Peter picked up the phone and punched out the number. "Hello, we don't open until afternoon. Call back then!"

Peter quickly said, "Hey, I'm looking for a girl that works there, do you know Jeanie Ryder?"

The voice on the other end was gruff and impatient. "How long ago? This place just changed hands."

Peter went on. "Isn't this the Inferno?"

"Not no more, we threw that pack of thieves out of here, this is the Boudoir."

Peter beginning to worry. "You mean you don't know anybody named Jeanie Ryder? Do you have a number where I can reach the old owners?"

"We threw the fuckin whores out too, we run a classy place now... And no, I don't have any number for the crooks that used to run this place, now, GOOD-BYE!"

It was followed by a click.

Peter sat on the bed trying to figure out what to do. "Joey, we haven't heard from your Mom for over two months."

Joey stared down at the floor and softly said, "I know."

14th Street:

The two went cross-town to Union Square to buy Joey some warmer clothes. The clothes there were cheap but adequate. The fronts of the stores were open to the street and racks and bins intruded out onto the sidewalk. Peter eyed the Puerto Rican kid that sat at the top of a tall step ladder out on the sidewalk. He was stationed there to watch the passing crowds for shoplifters.

Peter pointed him out to Joey and said, "He could be a lot of fun. I bet he's got a bigger dick than mine and he sure looks like he knows how to use it."

Peter was good at reading people. The two walked through the bargain bins. Peter picked up a plastic packet of child sized socks and tossed them Joey, then a package of underpants.

He held up several pairs of pants. "I don't fuckin know what size you are so you better try these on."

Joey took them and went into an enclosure that was concealed by curtain hanging down. As if standing on guard, Peter waited in front. At the bottom of the fabric, he could see Joey's feet and dirty socks and legs being pulled up to try on pants. Peter pulled aside the curtain just enough to see Joey's progress. Joey looked up at Peter. He was smiling and gigglish. He had tucked his underpants just under his balls exposing his small but very erect penis. The sight thrilled Peter and Peter's response thrilled Joey. Once his new pants were up and on, Joey displayed himself to Peter for approval and then tried on another pair being sure to flaunt his boner for Peter in the chaos of a crowded department store.

"Here, try these on." He reached in and Joey took the pants. Just for a moment, Peter tugged on Joey's penis. How could something so simple be so exciting?

Joey's boner sprung up and down when discarding one pair of pants and taking another. As far as Peter was concerned they could have done it all day long.

Ok, they fit. Let me see that size and I'll get a few more pair." He took great pleasure in being generous and parental to Joey. Getting to see his boner in the crowded department store was extra.

He momentarily thought about Joey's mother, Jeanie. Part of him was very worried about her. He feared that something bad might have happened. He hoped that she would call soon and put his mind at rest. He worried that she might have gotten back on drugs or worse. Then he thought. What if she was dead... He always knew that the bitch had no boundaries. He consoled himself by thinking, "I would never let anything happen to Joey. He spoke silently to himself, "I would always take care of him." Peter quickly put her out of his mind.

Joey looked good in just about anything. You could take world's worst looking shirt and Joey would look great in it. Joey himself, never worried about how he looked in this shirt or that pair of pants or if they were completely dirty or worn and people never looked at his clothes anyway. Sometimes they even stopped dead in their tracks and just looked at him. Peter had seen it happen more than once. Winter was coming in and Peter picked out a blue and black padded parka. Joey liked it so it was added to the pile. Joey guessed that Peter was loaded because he even bought himself a winter coat.

The cashier smiled. She looked down at Joey and said, "Oh is this your son?"

Peter smiled back and said, "Yeah."

The last stop was a shoe store.

"No Joey, Those are ok, but for the summer. It gets wet in the winter, you need some cool boots."

They sat together while Joey tried on boots and shoes. Joey lifted one leg and pulled off his worn out Nike. The immediate area was filled with a scent that Peter was all too familiar with. He extended his foot towards the kneeling shoe salesman that was helping him try on a selection of boy sized boots. His socks were gray and several toes wiggled through holes. The shoe salesman, a man in his mid-thirties was very polite but he was doing a poor job of hiding his curled up nose. Peter watched with amusement. He was sitting next to Joey and nodded with approval or shook his head no for this boot or that. The novel and exposed circumstances and the rising smell of Joey's dirty socks and feet had given Peter a intense erection that would have been hard for the shoe salesman to miss. Except for the shoe salesman there was no embarrassment here. Peter thought that if you chose to be a shoe salesman you are bound to run up against this sort of thing all the time. He figured that he probably liked ladies with their exotic shoes and perfectly washed feet. When the shoe sales looked down to get another boot, Joey glanced at the large erection poorly concealed in Peter's pants. He started to laugh and then tried to repress it. Then Peter started laughing and like Joey, tried to contain it. Peter slid down slightly in his chair making his hidden erection even more prominent. The shoe salesman tried to say something but ended up stuttering. This caused both Joey and Peter to start laughing.

They finally picked a boot and loaded up with bags headed back to the Westside of Manhattan.

On the way out, Peter said to Joey, "Did you see that guy? I thought he was going to piss his pants right there in the store."

Back at the apartment, Joey put on a show of trying on all his new clothes for Peter. Joey was having great fun exposing a boy boner here and boy butt hole there for the naked Peter to slowly jerk off to. The anticipation of doing this had built up the whole time the two were together in the store. Peter rose up, his big dick, swinging and springing and climbed on Joey so that he could slide it into and in and out of the boy's mouth. He would do this for a while only to back off just before cuming. It was to prolong what was for both of them, the most exciting thing in the world. Then with new clothes in disarray, price tags dangling and a skinny boy's body lay crazily on his bed. Untidy and exposed boy butt hole, parted, licked and penetrated with a forefinger, probing deeply, tasting him and all the while, Joey was waiting for it to happen. Peter and Joey were completely copacetic with this drama that been played out between them many times before. There was no dispute with what was going to happen, only Peter's breathless anticipation. Finally when Joey's hole was supple and slick with saliva and Peter's cock, foreskin retracted, was stiff and ready, he mounted and carefully penetrated Joey. Joey gave out some soft grunts of accommodation and then moaned along with the increasing pace. Peter fucked him hard and long until he could hold off no longer, filling Joey with slippery gelatinous cum. With his small penis, stiff and strained upward, Joey released barely a sprinkle of watery juice, cuming simultaneously with Peter further securing the bond they had with each other.

Reggie trials:

Reggie took the RR train to Astoria Queens. Going home always gave him a heavy feeling of dread down in his stomach. He hated going home but when Joey left for Peter's he didn't know what else to do. In the beginning, Reggie cut school and went to Playland just to play on the machines. Gradually he realized that there was more going on than just video games. This was a place where men and boys meet,...but for what? One boy with a slightly crossed eye, spelled it all out for him and piqued his interest by being specific about cock.

He stared into Reggie's face and said, "You got a big dick?"

They went off together. The experience in the alley off 47th street was exciting for Reggie but the next day the boy had moved on to someone else. After that, meeting boys like himself and sometimes men that had money made sex the hidden but primary objective. Reggie didn't really care about money but it did give him the freedom to continue doing what he wanted so sometimes he would go off with this man or that even if he was unsure.

Reggie walked along next to a man who wore a suit. It made him uncomfortable. The unlikely couple walked 3 blocks downtown and 2 blocks West towards the Port Authority bus terminal. Upstairs there was a large men's restroom with so much comings and goings on that no one noticed or cared if a man and a young teen went into a stall together. Reggie was still young and inexperienced so that each one of these encounters was different than the last. The man slipped both his hands under Reggie's arms encouraging him to climb up on the toilet and squat down. The anonymous man took out a large erected penis and presented it to an emotionally confused and fearful Reggie. There could be no doubt as to what he was supposed to do and it was re-enforced by the man's firm hand at the back of Reggie's neck. When he was pushed forward, Reggie opened his mouth and the large erected cock slid in. The man was using Reggie in an entirely selfish way. The experience was an overwhelming and confusing thrill that left Reggie unable or unwilling to resist. The long stiff cock was going in and out of his mouth and his eyes looked up and saw only a faceless smile.

Reggie thought, "I'm normal, It isn't my fault, he's doing it to me." In fact Reggie like to think that he had been absolved of responsibility by his own inexperience, the man's selfish motives and the promise of money. It went on and on, slow at first and then rapid and urgent only to slow again and repeat the lurid cycle.

The man spoke down at Reggie, "Make more spit, I want to see strings."

After awhile Reggie's jaw got tired and began to hurt. He was wishing it would all end. The reservoir of cum was building up inside of the man and he was finally getting ready. He held Reggie's head tight and then, ... carelessly let go. Instantly Reggie felt the sweet, slightly salty and peculiar fluid flowing into his mouth. It continued and increased in volume. Reggie had jerked off enough times to know exactly what was happening. After it was over he wasn't sure what to do so he spit down into the toilet between his legs for both to see and others to hear. The man was shaking out his cock and Reggie was looking down at the floor. A dirty white Nike shoe invaded the stall partition underneath from the next and on the other side was a black shoe appeared. These were invitations for more but both Reggie and the man quickly left. On the street they quickly and unceremoniously went separate ways and neither one looked back.

On the train home he felt the money in his pocket. The money represented just a little bit more freedom. Reggie was relieved to find that his Mother had gone over to the night shift and would not be home till morning. She was a nurse and had to be sweet and nice to everyone but by the time she got home, she was in a shitty mood. When she got home tired and pissed they would fight endlessly. The door to his room would fly open and he would see her standing there. "I can't believe how useless you are. I work hard all day long and I have to come home to this fucking mess. Reggie, you could have at least done the vacuuming and the dishes!"

Obliterating the thought, Reggie got undressed and crawled into his small bed. When he slid his underwear down to his knees, he began to slowly jerk off. It wasn't Playland that crossed his mind, it wasn't the man at the bus station, he thought about Joey and what they did together. Joey wasn't afraid or nervous, he was cool just like a best buddy. Reggie thought about he and Joey living together. He thought about having someone like Joey to jerk off with. His thoughts and feelings towards Joey wasn't at all like being in the men's room stall with an ominous stranger drawn to each other only to part and never meet again. Joey didn't make Reggie feel guilty like he was going to hell or dirty or insignificant. He realized that he liked Joey and wanted to be with him. Reggie's cock was stiff. He remembered how easily Joey guided his cock up his butt. Reggie began jerking off harder at the thought. He looked into Joey's smiling face and he could tell that Joey liked him and really wanted him. Maybe he and Joey could live together in his Mother's apartment until she got back. Maybe he could live there with Joey even after she got back. He remembered how Joey held onto his cock. Reggie came all over his stomach and chest and then fell into a deep sleep.

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