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Reggie

by Lark

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 room 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 the pimply boy'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 a 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, prompted by 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, "Conjure up more spit, make it hot."

After awhile Reggie's jaw got tired and began to hurt. He was wishing it would all end. A 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, he let go into the boy's mouth. Instantly Reggie felt the sweet, slightly salty and peculiar fluid flowing down his throat. 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 a black shoe appeared. These were invitations for more but both Reggie and the man 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 messy 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. He 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 and how Joey smiled up at him when he got all the way up. Reggie began jerking off harder at the thought. He looked into Joey's smiling face and he could tell that the boy 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 him even after she got back. He remembered how the boy held onto his cock. Reggie came all over his stomach and chest and then fell into a deep sleep.

Exurb from “Playland” by Larkin