Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2020 06:24:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Getting By Parts 2 and 3 GETTING BY Jbalancier9@yahoo.com PART 2 Gary asked Sonny if he was going to stop back, after leaving the diner. Sonny did not reply and he did not return. Days went by, actually weeks. Gary was not one to dwell on, "what if." Sonny was a few hours of company in his life and nothing more. It was nothing new for Gary. He had been around that block numerous times, in his thirty-four years and still had no friends. He gave Sonny a shower and parted with some clothes - so what? He also parted with his last buck, so Sonny could eat – so what. He didn't feel sorry for him because Sonny didn't need that. He thought he needed a friend. However, as usual, Gary was wrong. Gary cared about him, but nothing came of it. What he hoped would be friendship turned out to be nothing. It was still all good. Days, continued to go by, actually weeks. How many who knows? Jenny came out of the laundry room caring a stack of clean bed sheets that she stacked on a cart just outside the door. Gary's room was next to the laundry, but he was not in the room. "He ain't in there, if you be lookin for Gary." She said to a nicely dressed young man knocking on the door. "Does he still work here?" he asked "Yes, he still be here, you wants to know where?" Jenny said "Sure" "In there," she said pointing to the laundry room. He's folding sheets and I doin the stackin. We take turns. Then she laughed and pushed the cart loaded with laundry down the sidewalk towards the rooms. Gary came out of the laundry room and almost walked into the stranger standing in the doorway. They looked at each other and their eyes locked in a trance. It was quick but a real look. "Are you Sonny?" Gary asked almost speechless. "Yes, I have been thinking about you." Sonny replied "You look great, I wouldn't have recognized you. What's been happening?" asked Gary "I got my shit together thanks to you. I'm working and off the streets. I went back to my old sleeping spot and tossed that cardboard box and junky sleeping bag in the nearest dumpster." "Beautiful, but I had nothing to do with it." Said Gary "Sure, you did, but you didn't know it. I went to the Diner, do you remember that?" "I do," replied Gary "There was a sign on the counter, "kitchen help wanted," and I asked about the job. I always sit at the counter. It shocked the hell out of me, when the owner hired me on the spot. I thought of coming back to tell you, but wanted to do something on my own, then come back." Gary gave him a hug putting his face next to Sonny's cheek. They held each other longer (much longer) than a greeting would normally take. They were so close that their private parts were touching and Gary's cock started to rise. "C'mon," said Gary unlocking the door to his room ushering Sonny inside. They sat side by side on the bed talking. Gary had one bottle of Pepsi that he shared with Sonny from a single paper cup. "Damn you sure look good." Said Gary "You look better," Sonny replied "Where are you staying?" Asked Gary "I have a room." Was all he said. Sonny put his arm around Gary and brushed his hand grasping it to hold. They looked at each other intently with an approving smile. "Can I hold your hand?" asked Sonny breaking what little ice there was between them. "Sure, oh hell yes, hold anything," stammered Gary "How about the pretzel swelling up between your legs. Can I hold that?" Sonny said barely touching Gary's crotch. "Nobody is stopping you. I didn't know you were into this stuff." Said Gary "I didn't know how to spring it on you. I walked around naked, when I was here, but got no reaction from you, so I split. Replied Sonny. "I was the shy one, I wanted to grab you in my clutches, pull you to the floor and kiss you like a hungry mad man; I thought about it." Admitted Gary They fell back on the bed wrapped around each other kissing like hookers on a mission. Gary knew what he wanted and he wanted Sonny. This obsession of having him naked and dripping against his body was an incredible dream. Sonny was hot and Gary could not wait to have the treasure in this sexy man's crotch. Sonny pulled off his shirt and Gary did as well. He darted immediately to Gary's chest licking and sucking his nipples. "You're a game changer when it comes to bodies." He mumbled nibbling his chest. "A game changer? How so?" Asked Gary, taking shoes off at the same time. "Your body is hard with everything cooking in the right place." He replied. Sonny took a sip of Pepsi and let it trickle down Gary's chest licking it away as it travelled to his crotch. He kept licking with his tongue, until he reached his cock. It was then; Gary pulled away and took charge. They stripped holding themselves, chest to chest and rubbing swollen crotches together like one giant body, Gary pushed Sony backward and topped him with his naked body controlling him. They used each other like trash sampling body parts, especially between their thighs. Gary was aggressive and loved the essence of a street stud sniffing him like a pothead looking to get high. Gary was hung and Logan was fascinated by it. He kept kissing, licking and sucking his dick. Sonny was hot stuff himself. The unkempt look and dirty clothes, from living on the street, were gone. He was a hottie once the underwear came off. There was no mistaking that, he was impressive. His long cock hung down like sausage, even hard, it was down. Gary loved that. He absolutely loved what he called a `fritter,' although `sausage' was a more accurate description. Big ole Polish sausage. Gary was on fire when Sonny fingered him and slowly pressed two of them into his body. There was lube next to the bed. He knew Sonny's long pole might hurt. It didn't matter because he could handle it. He was experienced and by now realized that Sonny was no beginner either. It didn't take long for Sonny's tool to disappear between Gary's fresh melon cheeks. It was amazing how sweet, that damn thing slid inside him. There was the normal groaning at first because he was tight and it did hurt for a second or two. They were remarkably quiet however, with no talking or grunting, only a quiet exhale of breath. It was weird because both of them enjoyed talking during sex. Not excessive babbling, only sexy comments and questions back and forth. Sonny fucked him every way possible and tossed Gary around like a sack of potatoes. With all the different positions available, he never left Gary's body. Sonny had terrific lasting power and Gary almost came several times, but that didn't happen. They thrashed around like animals loving the sport they were playing and Sonny rode him like a mechanical bull. Sonny pulled out and rubbed his cock across Gary's mouth, "Lick it," he said, definitely taking charge again. Gary did just that, but it was quick, and no doubt something, he didn't care to do. His slippery wet dick went across Gary's mouth again. "Take it," he commanded. "A-huh, mumbled Gary taking as little as possible, working hard to be a good sex partner, but slightly annoyed. Gary didn't care for the piggish stuff. Sonny climaxed quickly and deluged Gary with a full-size load releasing spurting gook between his lips, working its way down his throat. It didn't take long. "Whew, holy shit, how long have you been doing that? Maybe I should ask where you learned to get off like that." Asked Gary "Later," replied Sonny. "I will tell you later. I want to get you off first." Gary was not an executive in a suit, but he was a lot of man. He didn't have much money, but was used to that. One wouldn't think he was gay being around him. Women, especially slutty girls, flirted with him talking about sex. They noticed the pole in his pants, and would fuck him around the clock, given the chance. Gary, admittedly loved attention from anybody; but his body was meant for somebody like Sonny. Maybe this was it; although he was not taking bets on anything. Sonny slid back down Gary's body and filled his mouth with every inch of Gary's cock. He had just shot his own load, but that didn't discourage him in the least. He could smell the musky scent from Gary's manly bush. He ran his hands across Gary's stomach while Gary firmly placed his hand on Sonny's head. He wanted to cry out – "take it slut" but never did. "Damn, I'm so horned up now. I can't wait to dump a nut," Gary mumbled. I am so fuckin glad you came back. Why did you do it?" he added Sonny didn't answer but kept sucking Gary's husky dick. He looked magnificent with his face between Gary's legs. His beard was professionally trimmed. Not like the first time, when he showered and trimmed his ratty beard himself. The difference in Sonny's behavior was extremely forward and astonishing and it bothered Gary just a bit, not a lot, mind you – just a bit. Gary couldn't believe how much he was enjoying the way Sonny was working on him. It got him wondering if he was really a kitchen helper or a male whore. Gary liked his sweetness and innocence, but was having second thoughts about innocence. It may still be there, but hidden. He seems too experienced to be a novice. Time would tell. A knock came to the door. It was Jenny looking for him to help her in the laundry. They stayed perfectly still lying side by side, hoping she would go away. Gary hoped she would not use her passkey and open the door. She didn't, she left. "I better get out of here and let you go back to work," said Sonny "Jesus, don't remind me, I hate this place, but I am stuck – fuckin stuck," he said "How would you like to make some decent money?" asked Sonny "Doin what, working at the diner in the kitchen. That wouldn't get me ahead. I would lose my room here and have no place to stay. See what I mean – fuckin stuck." "I work 5 to 6 hours a day at the diner, the rest of the time I work for Bruce." "Who's Bruce – doin what?" asked Gary "Nude modeling" "Nude? – I wasn't born on Monday. You are a rent boy, whoring around and no doubt having sex with some old rich dude for money; but hey, what you do is your business. I don't think I could do that. I wouldn't stay hard and giving blowjobs, don't set well with me, even for a few bucks. "Not every rich dude is an old guy with money. And if they are; so what. nice try, but that's wrong" Really? "Yeah really." Mumbled sonny ********************* Jbalancier9@yahoo.com GETTING BY Part 3 Jbalanicier9@yhoo.com ********************* "Tell me about these exciting moments," Inquired Gary putting his clothes back on. "Yeah sure, I'll talk about what you care about – sex and cash" said Sonny "It's you I care about," replied Gary "Exactly, I am the sex and Bruce is the money. However, to get the money, I need a partner. I need you." "You are talking porn," interjected Gary "Exactly," Sonny repeated Sonny could tell that Gary was not sold on the idea. However, Gary could see the outline of Sonny's bulging dick, by looking intensely at his crotch. That told Sonny something. His first impulse was to take his clothes off. Who knows Gary might even smile at him before he is groped. That idea however was dumb. Gary could have that bulge simply by reaching out and taking what he wanted. What sonny needed was for Gary to focus on the money. Cash, especially when one is broke, becomes a great motivator. "Hell, I'm not against bed banging for onlookers, but not cool being filmed, that shit is permanent." Said Gary "It's nothing my parents would ever see and if they did. It's a job" it doesn't worry me. Are you concerned that your society dinner friends might witness you sucking dick" said Sonny grinning. Gary broke out laughing. Sonny was a gem and completely correct. He had no friends. Gary was dirt poor depending on shit jobs for chump change. He had the looks and the body for film, and it looked tempting. "How do you know this `Bruce' character?" asked Gary "He came up to me on the street. And it went down like this." "You work at the diner, don't you? My name is Bruce" "How do you know where I work?" I asked "I have lunch there, sometimes dinner too. I saw your ittle ass walking around, I am looking for somebody like you, that I can film doing gay porn." Interested? He asked "No" "You haven't heard the details yet." Bruce said "No" - Sonny started to walk away as he usually does, when Bruce stopped him "Look kid, you don't have to be gay; this is a job and it pays very well." "I don't think I would earn anything with somebody I don't know. I am gay, no big deal, and I am broke, but I'm not worth filming." "Look kid, you bring your own partner that you feel comfortable working with and I will pay you both. However, you guys have to produce and be convincing and good. Otherwise we have no deal and you can stand here waiting for nickels." Said Bruce "Stop calling me `kid' - my name is Sonny." Bruce placed a business car in Sonny's hand. Then followed up with a hundred dollar bill. "Take this Sonny for consideration; call it good will. You think about it, my number is on the card. You can earn 3, 4, even 5, times that amount, for less than an hour work." "Each? You will pay that for each of us. Is that what you're saying?" "That's correct kid; I mean Sonny – each" "That is how it went down," said Sonny taking Gary's hand to hold. He rubbed Gary's hand next to his cheek waiting for him to say something. "You left out the part where Bruce sucked your dick. You know – a good old blowjob," replied Gary "How did you know that?" asked Sonny "Don't be an idiot. No stranger is going to offer you money like that without knowing what they are buying. He's gonna want to check the merchandise." "Yeah, I got a blow job." Sonny admitted "No big deal. It's your dick; put it wherever you want to." Said Gary Sonny said, "don't go getting psycho on me, don't worry, it's going to be fun. Better yet, I need the money and you need some greenbacks too. We can do it Gary – we can do it." "I'm not getting psycho; I just want to know what's happening." "All we have to do is make out, being deep about sex with each other. Bruce is going to film it, and that is where the big money comes in," said Sonny "How do you know?" "I know a lot of things. The streets are the best catalyst for tramping in the mud. I am a tramp of gutter geography, I have not done it all, but I know how it all goes down." He replied "You're not a tramp. Stop saying that." "Get fuckin real. I have been living on the streets. That is hardly Rockefeller Center." Sonny admitted "Okay, you're a little down and out, but...ah, never mind, just skip it. Let's make the damn film, yeah, let's do it "said Gary kissing Sonny on his nose. Sonny contacted Bruce and they were set to film the following day. They begin with Gary's body stretched out lying on a bed, like a garden hose. He puts his hands behind his head, with his legs parted with the outline of a hard dick showing in his jeans. It was a preview of a common scene Sonny bends down to kiss him, His cheek pressed to the side of Gary's face. It looked like a seduction scene in the making. However, Sonny did not think it looked good enough. It wasn't good, but they had to start somewhere. They thought better action was required. This kissy crap was okay for back at the motel, in Gary's room, but not here. Nothing was staged, as to what would follow next. They were on their own and had to make it look good. After all, this pleasure was not for pleasure. It was for cash and they had to earn it. It was as if, no one was watching. However, the camera would be watching and that is most critical audience of all. Sonny wanted the camera playback to rock. Gary totally agreed and they decided, to spice it up a bit. Bruce turned off the camera and waited to see what was coming next. They began again. Gary's body is stretched out lying on a bed. He puts his hands behind his head, with his legs parted with the outline of a hard dick showing in his jeans. Sonny bends down to kiss him, His cheek pressed to the side of Gary's face. Gary forcefully grabs Sonny by the hair and pulls him away from his face. With his other hand, he unbuttons his jeans and a plump luscious cock pops out already moist on the tip. Sonny, with one hand on Gary's swollen cock and the other hand on Gary's face squeezes his lips apart and darts his tongue into his mouth with an erotic hot steaming kiss. Gary pulls Sonny on top of him and pushes his exposed crotch into Sonny. At the same time the action with dueling tongues never stop. They tossed aside the Hollywood softcore kissing, by going hard and deep. It felt to Gary, that he was in another place entirely. The pretend bedroom faded from their minds. It was lips, and bodies locked together; making it compulsory to invent a juicy scene. Sonny realized that an everyday blowjob was common; still it was vital for gay porn. Sonny took his pants off and now they were both naked. The silhouette of their two bodies lying against a white sheet, embraced in masculine love was amazing to witness. Gary is very masculine and mature looking, His body is well defined with traces of black hair leading down to his crotch. There, the camera focuses on a picnic lunch of prime meat and plump large hairy balls. To grandma, this is nothing; but to a gay man, this is heavenly. Sonny looks a tad younger with a rich trimmed beard; charcoal black in color and a full head of course black hair to match. He does not look like the average `joe' you pass on the street. He looks biblical, as if he just walked off a production stage. His body is mesmerizing with is well-defined cock hanging down. Sonny begins to lick cock like a hungry man, sliding his tongue up and down. He deep throats Gary making him not only sigh with pleasure, but to speak. "Oh God, what a warm mouth you have, Drain me baby, pull the cream out of me and feed yourself," says Gary. "You're not going anyplace; I'll get it, not to worry." replies Sonny, ignoring the camera that was only a foot away. It was a preview of a cum moment. Sonny cups Gary's large balls in his hand sniffing and licking them at the same time. Sonny picks up the pace and sucks Gary like a machine. It looks good, but Gary wants it rougher and more demanding. Gary begins mouth-fucking Sonny, hard and deep. He forces his cock all the way down, until his balls are slapping his chin. Sonny struggles for air and spit dribbles out of his mouth with each deep stroke, causing him to choke. It excited Gary even more, but it concerned Bruce. Bruce paused the camera for a second. "Go easy on his throat Gary, don't hurt our boy. I want realism but not the Twilight zone. "I'm ok," chimed in Sonny. The action started again and Bruce was lying on his stomach filming with camera in hand next to the boys. The close up shots, are the best. Many shots he could capture with a close up lens, but he wanted to be physically close to smell the action. Gary continued his assault with the camera capturing every slippery move. This tantalizing workout of a cock down ones throat, could not last much longer. However, this uncomfortable pleasure was for profit, so it had to last until Bruce asked for a cum shot. Bruce wanted a flic containing, good bodies, affection and realistic sex. Any amount of dialog he left up to Gary and Sonny. He stipulated no S & M and if you wanted to piss, use the toilet. The rules were simple for any gay couple having sex to follow. The idea was not to be boring but hot, seductive and as dirty as you felt needed to enrich the scene. Two people can be similar, but do not need to do the same things to capture the interest of the viewer. It was a sense of – "Just do it." That is what Bruce had told them. He also said not to keep saying, "fuck yeah." It is irritating. Sonny wanted more, and what he wanted now, was a tight hole to fuck. It was beyond explanation because Gary was really a top. For Sonny however, Gary's yummy melon butt belonged to him; and Sonny fucked his body every chance he got, but nobody knew that. It was simple evaluating Gary's best assets. His cock was as good as it gets and his butt was as tantalizing as anything one would see on Laramie. In private, Sonny fucked Gary often, even tho he was the masculine top. However, it was going to be different today. Gary intended to fuck Sonny with his cannon cock making him squirm and no doubt hurting him. This would not be pretend hurt groaning for the camera. Nobody was going to mumble, "Fuck yeah." Any groans coming from Sonny would be real. Realism is what Bruce wanted. Gary flipped Sonny over with his ass in the air. After kissing the cheeks of his ass, he licks his crack and tongue fucks him for several minutes. This was okay with Sonny, it felt wonderful. Sonny groaned and pushed his butt backward into Gary's face trying to get his tongue inside him deeper. "Motherfucker, he cried out to Gary, do it – do it." Gary put both hands on Sonny's ass cheeks, spreading them to get his face in between, slapping them occasionally and making a feast of his butt. He tongued Sonny's balls for a while then went back down on his dick; doing this all from behind. He pressed his cock against Sonny's naked ass. He spit on his dick and then spit once more into Sonny's crack. Sonny began grinding up and down on Gary's crotch. Each time he rubbed against him he would move his butt farther down, until the head of Gary's dick was right at the entrance to the cave. This time his asshole opened a little bit and slowly let the head of Gary's cock into him. It hurt Sonny like a bastard, especially as Gary pushed deeper and deeper into his body. He kept spitting for lube moisture, but it didn't quite cut it. Gary's cock was too big and Sonny's hole was too tight. Soon their bodies were working back and forth with each other. That truly got them hotter, as Gary rammed his dick deeper into him. Sonny grunted, `Holy Jesus' trying to keep his voice down, as Gary slammed him again Sonny bit his lip in painful pleasure. "You're killing me man," and groaned and groaned. They were not phony groans, like those staged in porn; this shit really hurt. But it only hurts for a little while. Within few minute of riding him, Gary was shooting his load. As he shot, filling him with cum, the muscles in Sonny's ass constricted. Pump after pump of milky custard went deep inside him. When it started oozing back out, Gary pushed it back in pregnating him with jizz. Gary whispered in his ear, "you okay?' "Yup" - Sonny was quietly panting when Gary at last pulled out of him. It was a good scene and Bruce seemed pleased, but Gary was not. He did not like the idea of hurting Sonny, even if it was job required. Gary lies back on the pillow all fucked out and Sonny climbs back on top of him. His butt is leaking cum, but he ignores it. He puts his cock into Gary's mouth. "My turn fucker" he says aloud, so it is heard on camera. In seconds, passion rises in real time. Sonny is shooting jets of creamy white cum in Gary's mouth and he hungrily swallows; but not until his tongue and mouth is filmed with sonny's nutt on his face and lips. It is all quite exciting, knowing people will be seeing this in their private moments. The blast from Sonny's balls was hard, and sudden. Gary's basic instinct was to swallow fast, and did this in between sucking and taking more cum. The essence of Sonny's cum had a starch flavor that made Gary suck him harder to make sure he had nothing left in him. This was not acting, he truly wanted it all for himself. "That's a wrap," cried out Bruce – Nice job men. The two of them got up to take a shower together. "So what do you think?" asked Sonny stepping into the tub. "I think you have a permanent boyfriend," replied Gary "Yeah, that's what I think too." ***************************** Jbalancier9@yahoo.com Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you. And enthusiastically mention to you, the Nifty fund, once again. Je vous remerci.