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The Playland Arcade

Part 5

by Chance. all rights reserved

Out and Around

Peter had last seen Joey on Friday morning when he left for school. At first he figured that the boy was just running the streets like he did at that age but he was beginning to worry. With his Mother around, Joey could come and go. If he didn't show that meant he was home. Normally he wouldn't be worried but Jeanie had given Joey to him to take care of.

It was already after lunch on Saturday. Peter grabbed his coat and headed over to Jeanie's apartment. He had no key so he rang the buzzer hoping Joey would look out the window and throw down the key.

"God damn it, I told that little bastard to get me a key! When I find him, someone is gonna get a beatin."

The black girl from across the hall was letting herself out of the building.

He blocked her way. "Hey, did Jeanie give you a key, I got to get in there. I'm Peter and I'm taking care of her son."

The girl laughed into his face and said, "Yeah right, tell me another one." with that, she hurried off.

Peter went around back and found Ray, the super. Ray was a little more sympathetic. "You know she better pay her rent cause they're fixin to evict her real soon."

It had to be providence or dumb luck because the phone was ringing just as he was let into the apartment.

"Hello?"

It was Jeanie but her voice was a bit raspy. "Peter is that you?"

He sighed and thinking to himself, one down and one to go. "Yeah, It's me."

Jeanie spoke. "Peter, is Joey there?"

Peter lied, "No, he's over at my place. We've been worried because we haven't heard from you. I called that club, the Inferno and you weren't there."

She sounded like she had a cold or something. "Tell Joey that I miss him and I think about him all the time."

He answered. "Jeanie, are you ok?"

"Oh shit, Peter, it's all fucked up here. Lots of assholes from back East have set up shop. I tried to get away from that shit but I ran out of luck. I'm fuckin strung out again and I can't come home until I get it together. Vegas looks pretty but there's just as much low-life here."

"Jeanie, just hop on a plane, we'll take care of you and anyway, you might lose this apartment so get your ass home."

He heard her on the phone and could tell that she was crying. "Peter, I can't come home, I'm locked in to a situation here. Please take care of Joey, tell him I love him."

Then she hung up. Peter realized that she didn't leave a number. He already knew that the other number was no good. He couldn't tell her that he didn't know where Joey was and he had no fuckin idea how to help Jeanie. It was one fucked up situation! Peter was angry.

The Lonely Man

It had been a long time since Edward had felt so carefree. It had become pure pleasure to humor Joey's every request. Edward had begun to idealize Joey as a boy saint. Like Eros, only younger. He thought to himself, "How old was Eros anyway?"

Edward stocked candy, cakes, soda and picture magazines for Joey's amusement. He studied the boy to find out what level his reading was at and how far along he was in math.

"If I am going to take you back to the city tomorrow, I better wash your clothes."

Without being asked, Joey removed all his clothes restoring himself to his preferred state of nakedness. The sight of him naked, tongue tied Edward and this advantage was not lost on Joey. He was quickly learning how to exploit it.

Edward whisked the soiled clothes away and when he returned, Joey was leisurely masturbating.

When he was naked and with Peter, Joey let Peter manhandle him into whatever position he wanted. Passivity for someone like Joey has its rewards. Peter dug his tongue up his ass and he pushed his big cock in and of his mouth and up his ass. Peter took charge and made him do whatever he wanted and Joey really liked it.

Edward, an older man, was very different. Passivity on his part bore no fruit. It was a complete contrast leaving the boy in charge. Edward didn't quite realize it but he had actually put Joey in charge by his own sexual indecisiveness and lack of courage.

Holding his erect penis in one hand Joey casually said to him. "Do you got any cigarettes here?"

Edward didn't smoke. He blinked and stuttered, "I, I,.. I don't think so?"

Joey looked doubtfully at him and said, "Are you sure?"

Edward was at a loss. "I could go out and get some.. what kind?"

"I don't care, any kind."

Still naked and perpetually erect, Joey watched Edward's car roll out the drive way. The man's absence gave the boy an opportunity to go through the drawers and look for something that might not be missed. Thinking that he might return for a visit, he replaced an old pocket watch that he considered stealing for Peter. The boy went into the bright, white tiled bathroom and stood on the scale. He looked down to see that he weighted 88 lbs. He stood out on the stairwell and saw that it went from the ground floor to the floor he was standing on up another floor above him. Not usually moved by his external environment, he was in awe.

When he returned Edward brought the pack of cigarettes along with a small dish to serve as an ashtray. Joey sat cross-legged on the bed. Edward lit the boy's cigarette. He lay back, legs spread, entirely erect and imperiously smoke the cigarette. After a few puffs the boy put the cigarette down and continued to masturbate under Edwards nervous and elated gaze. With a smile on his face, Joey watched Edward and showed off for his benefit trying all the while to tempt the older reticent man into joining him. The boy lifted both legs up in the air and began to probe his hole with his finger just to see Edward's reaction. Edward who avoided not only his own asshole along with anyone else's was stunned that an innocent would do such a dirty thing. The boy became a primal goblin or a mischievous imp tempting and daring the inexperienced older man to let go. The boy pushed his finger as far up his butt hole as he could and then, while looking up at Edward, put his finger in to his mouth. The sight made Edward weak in the knees.

"Edward, are you home?" A call came from downstairs.

Joey leaned back and looked expectantly at the bedroom door.

Edward went noticeably white. "Oh God, It's Clayton, Whatever you do, don't come out and if anyone comes in, hide!"

Edward ran out of the room and swiftly closed the door behind him.

He caught the youngish good looking man just as he was about to climb the stairs. He was accompanied by another somewhat beefier man. It was plain to see that they were a couple... A gay couple.

"Edward, this is Shane."

The beefy, buzz-cut friend extended an overly firm hand.

"Edward, you look like shit, don't tell me, you spent the whole night drinking,.... alone?" Clayton gave out a cruel laugh.

Edward was distracted. He kept thinking about the naked boy in his room. There would be no way to explain that away."

He stuttered. "It's g-g-good to see you Clayton."

Clayton liked Edward, at least he did for a little while. Edward had helped him through school but after a while, Clayton needed someone more sexually exciting. Having an older man blow you every night the same way, gets boring.. Eventually he and Edward had gone their separate ways but had always stayed in touch.

"I wanted you to meet Shane, he's a physical fitness instructor. Edward, you look like you could use a little physical instruction yourself."

Edward ignored the remark. Clayton always made a point of charming anyone in the immediate area with superficial, catty chatter.

"Don't you remember? We're supposed to have dinner this evening and I stopped over just to make sure you remembered."

Clayton nudged Edward. "Good thing I did, don't you think?"

Edward nodded sheepishly.

Upstairs, still naked, Joey was extending his toes and bringing his jerking off to new heights.

Clayton had a sense that something was going on but he wasn't sure exactly what it was. "Edward, are you ok?"

He nodded yes to the prying Clayton. "Is there anything that you want us to bring?"

"No, I got everything."

Joey got off the bed and looked around for something to stick up his butt. he found something but he had no idea what it was. Later it proved to be a shoe horn with an extended handle that was smooth and supple. It was just right. Whatever Edward's problems were, Joey wasn't about to stop doing what he had started. Anyway, he was bored.

"Are you sure?" Clayton searched Edward's face for clues.

"Yes, I'm sure, I got everything. Maybe you'll be off now so I can get started?"

The three moved towards the front door.

"What time is good for you Edward?"

He opened the door and led them out to the front porch. He stuttered again. "Six, six thirty is good."

Clayton and Shane were saying good-bye when suddenly they heard a distant sound. Clayton stopped to listen. He gave Edward a quizzical look.

He said, "That's strange, it sounded like a bird call or an animal bark of some sort?"

Clayton shrugged and they turned and walked off.

When he returned to the bedroom, Joey was breathless and relaxed in the center of Edward's bed. He seemed content. Edward noticed a few small drops of clear fluid lay on his belly. The boy's erection was on the wain and he noticed his shoehorn lay at the boy's side.

He thought to himself, "Because of him, I missed it. This sight caused him anger and resentment towards the catty Clayton and his physical instructor friend.

The old man's car pulled up in front of the train station. "Joey, I am so sorry I have to send you back like this but I can't help it."

The boy sat by himself next to the window watching the Meadowlands rush by. The hazy skyline of the city appeared off in the distance. Manhattan was an island cut off from the surrounding lands. You couldn't tell that it was an island when you were there but when you were away from it you were adrift.

It was a weekend and there was hardly anyone on the train. The conductor came around to collect tickets. The old man had given him money and a folded up piece paper where he had written his phone numbers and a short note. One number was his office at NYU and the other was the house in New Jersey.

Dear Joey,

You are a very special person. Thank you so much for visiting me. If you ever need anything, anything at all, please call me. If you would like to visit me on a weekend, just call me in the middle of the week so that I can plan for it.

Love Edward

He folded the note up and put in back it his pocket.

In his mind he left the old man behind. Out of the window he could see the approaching city. He could feel excitement rising up inside of him and he was suddenly anxious to get back. The boy was looking forward to seeing Peter. He would hug him and cuddle with him to show him that he was glad to be home. They would fuck around together and give the kind of time that Peter liked best. After that, he would go out and look for Reggie and they might go to Playland or talk about stuff and do stuff.

All the windows suddenly went black. The train had entered the long tunnel going under the river, taking him into Manhattan.

The train went for sometime in darkness until it slowly rolled to a stop along side of the lower platforms of Penn Station on 34th street. It released Joey back into a sea of people rushing in all directions. The boy knew the city and the subway concourses by heart. This was the connection point for most of the trains in one of the most complex subway and train systems in the world.

The boy was a small figure, quickly weaving in and out of throngs of slower moving people. He had complete knowledge of each staircase, each turn or platform that took him on the shortest journey through an underground system that was almost one hundred years old.

Joey climbed the stairs up to the sidewalk level and into bright sunlight and more crowds. It was only a few more blocks until he would see Peter.

You little Fucker! 

Joey put the key in the lock and turned. It slid the bar away opening the Fox lock into Peter's apartment. Peter was standing there. Joey gave him a big smile but Peter's expression was serious. When Joey had closed the door behind him, Peter suddenly exploded.

He grabbed the small boy by the front of his shirt and dragged him halfway across the room and began shaking him hard. Joey was stunned and looked up at him with wide and frightened eyes.

"You little fucker! I'm gonna kick the fuckin shit out of you!"

Joey screamed and Peter pummeled him, threw him down and picked up him and started again. Joey was crying and pleading. He would never have fought back or even consider challenging Peter. In defense he curled into a fetal position and Peter pried him apart so that he beat him more. Peter was so forceful that Joey went limp and just took it.

"God damn you, you little motherfucker if something happened to you I'd go fuckin crazy!"

Peter grabbed him and pulled him up face to face and roared at him. "Don't ever go away for that long without lettin me know! When your no good whore of a mother was here you was her problem but she isn't and now you're my fuckin problem. You might not think I care about you, but I do. I never cared about no one before but I care about you!"

Peter realized that Joey was back and that he was holding him. The violent fever broke and he gave it up. The storm ended and the two embraced. Joey continued to sob but he was in Peter's arms and that was all that was important.

Not long after when they began sex. The seriousness gave way to the pleasure they took from each other. How could it not. Shared masturbation, mutual adoration and for the first time intimate kissing. Joey was beginning to grow from an imp to something different, something beautiful. It was strange that they hadn't kissed before but now it seemed right and it made dicks hard. For Peter it was a masculinity thing. For Joey it was ignorance and lack of experience. You could say it was something that had been reserved for intimacy. However, in the end, sex as something dirty was far more preferable to sex as romance.

The storm was all but forgotten and Joey lifted his legs up high and pinned them back with his elbows, completely exposing his hole. Peter lubricated his cock in the boy's mouth and then penetrated him as deep as he could for a close and intimate fuck. Joey's mouth was open and his eyes were transfixed on Peter's face. Peter's strong and forceful motion up into Joey, went on and on until he was unable to delay the resolution any longer and his fluid began to flow.

The two ordered pizza and stayed in bed the rest of the day. Perhaps it was a certain level of respect that Peter had for Joey or maybe he remembered his own days as a kid when he ran the streets but he never asked Joey where he went or why he was gone. The issue was never brought up....

Peter told Joey about the phone call he got from Jeanie. He omitted the parts where she told him that she might be strung out again because he was afraid it might worry Joey unnecessarily. He figured that they'd deal with that when the time came. Hoping that she might call again, Joey decided to stay overnight at home which was really an excuse to connect with Reggie. Peter let him go because he thought it might do Jeanie good to hear Joey's voice.

Before he went out the door, Peter said, "In the morning, get me a key to your Mother's apartment or don't bother coming back here!"

Flash, Clack, Zip 

Joey and Reggie at Playland, 11pm:

"Where the fuck you been?" Reggie was excited to see Joey.

Joey was coy, "Oh, around."

Reggie was sullen. "I'm getting sick of fuckin Playland, you can't never tell what you're gettin into. Sometimes it's exciting and other times you wanna puke and just when you like somebody, they fuckin move on."

Reggie was drawn away from the machine by a portly man wearing jeans and a sweater. Joey looked and then went back to the machine to play a solo game.

Reggie was excited when he returned and talked low into the boy's ear. "He says he wants me and you to come back to the hotel with him and he wants you and me to fuck around while he gets to watch."

Reggie was giddy with excitement. "Come on, please, he says he just wants to watch and nothin else. and he'll pay us both!"

Joey shook his long hair away and out of his eyes and looked at the man who was standing out on 7th avenue. The electric glow of night time Times Square created a surreal tension. The Man had a shoulder bag and was looking nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

The hotel was a big modern one, uptown and East on 6th avenue. The man, a young teen and a younger, long haired boy slipped in the large lobby unnoticed. The elevator took them up to the 16th floor. Reggie and Joey kept on a silent communication with each other with Reggie leading the way.

Once the door to the plush, cream colored room closed behind them, the man began talking softly to Reggie. "Just pretend I'm not here. Like I said, I'm not going to do anything."

Just as he was saying than he pulled out a complicated looking, black and silver camera from his bag. Reggie looked at it and was unsure what it meant.

When he looked back up at the man, the man said, "Well what'ya you think I was payin you for?..."

Reggie looked over at Joey who had made himself comfortable on the large bed.

The man prodded Reggie. "Listen, no one's gonna see it but me and guys like me."

To get away from reservations that Reggie might have about being photographed, he changed the subject. "So you know this kid?"

The man looked over at Joey. "I'm not gonna get any trouble out of this am I, I mean do you know him?"

It was a way for the man to ally himself with one boy in defense of the other.

Reggie reassured him." No, me and Joey been together lots of times. He's cool."

The man pulled Reggie close. "Hey, I want you to do everything, don't hold back."

Both Reggie and Joey were each given a tall can of beer. The not so attractive, pimply, overgrown boy in cheap clothes with his arm around a ragged but stunningly beautiful younger boy, both looked into the camera and smiled. The man told them it was a introduction shot. When he took the picture the camera flashed and made a audible clack and quickly after, a zip noise. This phenomena was before digital. It was a sequential set of sounds and it happened again when he took another one... Flash, clack, zip, Reggie and Joey looked at each other and suddenly had a realization and the whole drama came into sharp focus. If they wanted the money and wanted to be able to get out of there they were going to have to perform...Flash, clack, zip!

What followed was the perfunctory transitions of an elementary porno play. The make-out, the crotch grope resulting in Reggie's large bulge and then the rude display of an erected cock rising out of opened pants and underwear. The blow-job and naked, 69 embrace. Joey was completely unselfconscious and ended up orchestrating Reggie. They shed their clothes and they gave the man everything he was looking for and more.

Flash, clack, zip eventually became a drug like a dose of narcissism, each time freezing Reggie and Joey in a flash of white light. He imagined himself and Joey being in pictures that guys everywhere might look at and jerk off to and it embolden him. It was hard to see what Joey thought but it was Joey that encouraged the stage-struck Reggie to penetrate him and eventually withdraw and ejaculate under the light of the cold flash.

It was after one in the morning with the two boys walked back towards ninth avenue. Reggie was still excited by the movie star qualities of the now, profoundly hollow experience. They each had a fifty dollar bill in their pockets.

To be continued

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