Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 21:50:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: Rocco's Diary Part 6

Rocco's Diary
Jbalancier9@yahoo.com

6th Entry – Rocco and Randolph, at the apartment - New York City

A couple of day passed since Victor had been to the apartment and fulfilled
his fantasy with Rocco.

Rocco didn't dwell on crap like that. He was so use to hook-ups coming and
going, that nothing concerned him.

After work that day, he stopped for his usual beer at the club near the
square. He had become friendly with the bartender whose name was Daddy.  He
wasn't an old guy, but his name was strange.

"Hey Rock, the usual?" Daddy asked

"No, give me a rum and coke."

"You'll rust your pipes with that stuff, but they're your pipes," daddy
said laughing and pouring the rum.

"Could be, but I don't feel like beer today."

"Your name is Bob. Why do folks call you daddy?" Rocco asked

"Ahhh, some cock sucker rubbed my joint, when I first started working here,
and said, Oh Daddy"

"Never mind – never mind, I get the picture."

"I've got a note for you Rocco.  That nerdy dude, Victor left it
yesterday. I threw his ass out of here."

"Why?" inquired Rocco.

"Ahh, the little twit was hustling my customers for drinks and bothering
people. He didn't have any money, so I told him to leave."

"He tried to tell me that you were his boyfriend, and he was waiting for
you."  "Like anybody would believe that shit." Daddy said.

"Yeah, who would?" – "Gotta go". Said Rocco

"Here, don't forget your note. It's still sealed just the way he handed it
to me."

"Thanks."

Rocco left the bar and walked into Washington Sq. Park. He stopped at the
first vacant bench and sat down. He tore open the note and began to read.

"Rocco, I left your number where Randolph would find it. But he caught me
doing it. I had to tell him, that I knew you from the bar, but that's all I
said.  He wrote down his number and told me to have you call him, Victor
Thanks again for you know what. – Jeremy too"

"I'll be damn." Thought Rocco

Rocco pulled out his phone and tapped in the number written on the paper'

"Yes – Randolph here"

"Mr. Randolph, This is Rocco calling. I have a message that you wished for
me to call you sir."

"Yes. I did. I am looking for an escort."

"An escort for what sir?" Rocco asked

"For Christ sake, will you stop with the Sir?"

"Okay, Randolph, what's up?"

"That's better. I know you want to be respectable. I get it. But let's talk
business here." Randolph said.

"Good – talk to me. How can I help you?" asked Rocco.

"Where are you now?" inquired Randolph.

"Washington Sq. Park"

"Come over and see me, now? Will you do that?"  Asked Randolph

"I can't right now, I just got off work and I am dirty with sheet rock
dust. My jeans are soiled and my work shirt is sweaty. Let me go home and
shower first."

"NO, come the way you are. I have work for you to do." Replied Randolph.

"Okay. Are you sure?  I didn't shave this morning, but I did shower before
breakfast."

"Just get over here."

"Alright, I can do that." said Rocco, and put his phone back in his pocket.

Rocco rang the outside bell and someone buzzed him into the main lobby. He
went directly to Randolph's apt. and knocked quietly on the door.

Randolph opened the door with a friendly greeting.  "My housekeeper isn't
here, so we have the place to ourselves," he said.

"Fine," replied Rocco.

"I'll fix us a drink. Scotch okay for you?"

"Do you have any beer?"

"Beer – it is, replied Randolph. "I only have bottles, so I will give
you a glass."

Rocco sat in the den and removed his work boots. It was an elaborate room,
with large brown leather furniture.

Randolph finished preparing the drinks, and was about to bring them into
the den. He turned around and saw Rocco standing in the doorway. He had his
arm outstretched leaning on the door frame and was completely naked. His
chest gleamed with moisture, his abs looked magnificent and his cock was a
sculptured dream. There was no doubt, this man was something special.

Randolph's eyes widened and he sat down the drinks.

"Well, I see you are not shy Rocco, How superb you looked naked.  I don't
know what to do next."  He said

"I'm sure you do, but here, let me help you." Said Rocco, and he leaned his
body into Randolph almost knocking him over.

Their faces were inches from one another. He dreaded Randolph might kiss
him. The one thing he wasn't crazy about doing, was kissing. However, that
is exactly what happened.

Randolph put a hand on each side of Rocco's unshaven face and stared into
his eyes. Rocco, without hesitation, kissed Randolph on the lips and their
mouths opened. He had ignited the very thing, he was dreading. This was
different, and he liked it. The two of them began a kissing frenzy.

Rocco was genuinely turned on holding Randolph. He didn't expect this man
to affect him this way. Rocco lowered his hand and massaged Randolph's
dick, through his clothes.

Randolph was about 30 years his senior, but one would never guess it. He
was a good looking man, with silver grey hair and chiseled facial
features. He was a winning combination of sexy and generous with cash. He
liked nice things and paid handsomely when he was pleased.  Rocco
understood this about him. He knew how to shuffle the deck to his
advantage, and play his cards right. It was a big role in getting paid.

Rocco made love to him like a teen ager. There was groping, heavy
breathing, sexy mumbling and a lot of licking going on.

Randolph lifted Rocco's arm and licked the sweaty black hair nestled
there. "I told you I should have showered first." Said Rocco.

"Shut up – you're perfect."

It was then, that Rocco picked up Randolph in his arms and carried him like
a new bride across the room.

"Which bedroom boss?" He asked

"First door on the right." Answered Randolph. "I'm too heavy, put me down."

"No way mate, you are not too heavy. I am strong and you are my captive."
Grrr, Rocco said, laughing.

"Randolph absolutely loved that remark. The thought of being carried away
by a strong beautiful man was arousing.  Although it was not his idea, he
liked being called boss too. He buried his head under Rocco's neck and let
him carry him into the bedroom. Once there, Rocco laid him carefully on the
bed.

He laid down next to Randolph and started to undress him. First came the
shoes, then the pants, underwear, socks and shirt. They were now both
naked.

Randolph couldn't keep his hands off Rocco's swollen prime meat.  He ran
his hand between his legs, cupped his balls and rubbed the tip of his cock.

"Want it boss?" asked Rocco

Breathing heavy, Randolph answered, -" yesses."

Rocco laid on his side facing him and scooted his crotch up to Randolph's
face.

"Take it boss, I am here to feed you."

He put his cock into Randolph's mouth. His dick was being drawn and milked
like a baby sucking a bottle of warm milk.  The only sound coming from
Randolph was moans of contentment.

"That's it boss, take it – take it. Suck your bottle. I brought you some
cock milk"

He held Randolph's head gently in position, so he would be relaxed, as
Rocco slid his smooth cock back and forth between his lips.

"Is this how you want me to position myself?" Rocco asked "I want you to be
comfortable."

"That's perfect. Put your finger in me," Randolph said to him

Rocco thought to himself..."Jesus, he is just full of surprises." But he
did as he was told.

Rocco crawled down between his legs and finger fucked his hole. After
placing three fingers inside him and moving them around in the warm
crevasse of his body, Rocco asked - "You want to get fucked, don't you?"

"Yeah, oh yeah, but I'm afraid you are too big. I don't think I can take
that pole of yours."

"Okay then, we won't do it."

"Jesus, don't listen to a sex craved old bastard like me. I said I want to
get fucked. Just do it."

"I don't want to hurt your ass boss. I'm not sure you can handle it. But, I
want to please you."

"I'm not that god damn old that I'm going to crack and break."  "You want
that envelope. Don't you?" Growled back Randolph. "So let's see you please
me, and don't worry about what I can handle."

"That statement was all it took for Rocco. No more baby bottle
talk. Randolph was about to get a man from this point on. Rocco worked as a
whore, and this was a job. There was nothing he wouldn't do, to please a
client, as long as it wasn't violent. He would piss in their mouth, if told
to do so, but he refused to hit anyone, not even for money.

He threw Randolph's legs into the air and sucked on his balls. He swallowed
his cock and licked him with his lips. With his legs in the air, Rocco
cleaned him with his tongue. He tongue fucked him for several
minutes. Randolph wiggled around like a corkscrew loving everything Rocco
was doing to him.

"Jesus, that was wonderful. You are quite the man." Randolph said to him.

"Good, because now my cock goes inside you. So no complaining boss. I'm not
going to stop until I'm in."

"Yes, yes, put it in me. Just take it easy. I'm not a Latino bitch, you
know"

"Rocco spit into Randolph's ass and began working the head of his fat
Italian cock into his needy hole. To his amazement, it slid in rather easy
and Randolph held it tight with his ass muscles."

"Whoo, you're no fuckin virgin", thought Rocco as he pumped away on the old
man's ass.

It didn't take long before Rocco's nuts were screaming – "let's go
lover" this cum is about to move.

 "Where do you want it boss? On your lips, chest or in your ass?" Screamed
Rocco.

"Where I can see it" answered Randolph. "Dump it where I can see it."

"Rocco pulled out and spurted thick gooey Alfredo sauce on to Randolph's
face and across his lips. Some landed on his chest.

"Jerk me off Rocco and use your cum for lube."

Randolph had a nice looking dick. He wasn't as big as Rocco, but his cock
was quality. He wet his hand with cum and began masturbating him.

Along with jerking off Randolph, he sucked on his cock from time to time,
keeping it wet with spit. Moments later, Randolph shot on himself. Rocco
smeared the wet mess across Randolph's chest.

"Lay on top of me." He said.

"Rocco obliged him and rested his naked frame on top of his chest. Rocco
moved around on top of him spreading cum on both their bodies. He rested
his head next to Randolph and kissed him on the cheek and nibbled just
slightly on his ear.

"That's enough for today."  Said Randolph quite abruptly. Let's clean up."

After a hot shower and another drink, Randolph told Rocco what he expected
him to do. It was a paid job of course, and Rocco listened attentively as
he spoke.

"I want you to attend a dedication of a gallery wing, that I helped
finance, for the Museum of Natural History. There will be some influential
people there and I would like you to pose as my nephew. You do have nice
clothes, don't you?"

"When?"

"Tomorrow at 8:00. It is cocktails and dinner, at the Plaza Hotel." "Now
for the clothes..."

"Is it black tie?" asked Rocco

"Not necessarily, perhaps for the speakers, but dinner jackets or suit and
tie, will be fine for invited guest."  "Naturally there is currency in it
for you."

"We can talk about money later. Okay, yes - I'll do it."  Answered Rocco

"I know how to dress, and `yes' I have nice clothes."

"Good. I will send a car, to Greenwich Village for you tomorrow at 7:00
pm. I have your building number on Barrows Street."

"You do?" "Yes, I guess you would have that." – That is fine." Said
Rocco.

"Now for today." Randolph handed Rocco a white envelope and walked him to
the door.

"Tomorrow then."

"Yes, tomorrow." Replied Rocco and left.

Victor had made the connection with his uncle for him. Rocco couldn't have
been more pleased. This was exactly what he was looking for. A dinner party
with wealthy people and half the men looking for clandestine sex with a
cowboy-like male model.

Rocco always maintained an air of elegance to his personality. He could
drop the Jersey accent and speak university educated, reminiscent of a duke
from Milan. He never seemed `feminine or dramatic' just proper and always a
polished gentleman. He also looked like a million bucks in a Giorgio Armani
suit. And he owned several of them.

"Geese, how `bout that?"  He thought. "A plaid shirt, work boots and dirty
jeans during the day and Giorgio Armani at night."

He got off the subway at West Fourth Street with the envelope safely tucked
in his pocket. He hadn't opened it. Instead he clutched it tightly as he
travelled through Manhattan.

Jeremy was not home and the apartment was quiet. Rocco sat at the kitchen
table and tore open the envelope. It was stuffed with fifties and hundreds,
some of Uncle Sam's finest greenbacks.

"Holy shit – finger hot" Declared Rocco – as he passed the numerous
bills through his hands.

To be continued: