Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 07:45:57 -0700 From: Clone Buggs Subject: Across the Alley part 27 Across the Alley XXVII Gil was glad to see me when I got there. We wasted little time, getting down to business. He was really stressed out from his meeting at the studio. His bosses hadn't liked what he had to report about his trip to New York. He'd been sent, he said, to be the studio representative at a property auction one of the big publishing houses had held on a new book by a well known author. The price he'd been authorized to bid up to had not quite been enough, and the book had gone to a rival studio for just a few thousand dollars more. His short sighted bosses were telling him he should have used his initiative and gone on with the bidding until he'd won the rights to film the book for them. He'd kept his mouth shut and taken the browbeating from them, but he was stressed beyond belief when he got out of the conference room. When I rang the door bell to his apartment, he was already stripped and had obviously been jacking off. He peeked through the window in the top of the door, and saw it was me, before unlocking it to let me in. He immediately locked it again, after me and then grabbed me by the wrist, and dragged me into the bedroom. "Sylvia," Whom I gathered was his wife. "Won't be home for another few hours. I want to fuck you silly before then; if you don't mind." He was talking a mile a minute, and I was having a little trouble getting my clothes off with him trying to help me. "I'll pay you for this, but I don't have the money on me right now. I didn't go to the bank before I came home." He pushed me down on the bed, and leaned over me and started licking my neck and down my back. "I owe you at least this much for all the help you've given us since I met you." "Nonsense, I get paid for what I do, and you should get paid for what you do. One of the first lessons you'll in Hollywood, is get the money up front, or get it in writing." "Well, I already learned the one about getting it up front and what do you mean by get it in writing?" "If you ever get offered something in the industry, just get the deal in writing. I'm sure that after today the only reason I not jobless, is I have a contract, and I would cost them more if they fired me than if they just let me stay on and paid my salary." "Sounds like you don't trust your bosses." "Listen Davy. In this town, if their mouth is moving, and words are coming out, they're lying. Just get your's up front. That's all I'm saying." He went back to licking my buns, and I was beginning to get hard. I reached between my legs, and felt his big cock throb in my fingers. "You really need this; don't you?" "Yeah. Sylvia doesn't put up with me wanting to fuck her ass, and I do love a good tight hold. I think she must fuck anybody that asks; her cunt's so loose and sloppy." "But she's your wife." "Yeah, but we have an agreement about sex with others. If we think it will get us a step closer to our career goals, then it's all right." "You mean you both fuck to get ahead?" "Everybody does. Unfortunately for me, is I don't have enough power at the studio to attract puss, and mostly, I end up having to suck dick, and take it up the ol' wazoo myself. There's one famous actor, that fucks me regularly, but to the world, he's as straight as a flagpole with ol' glory flying from it. If the world knew he liked guys, his career would be the thing that was fucked." He pulled some cream in a tube out of a drawer beside the bed, and began lubing my hole. "That reminds me, maybe you would like to meet this guy. He likes new boys from time to time, and he's always asking me if I know anybody. I can tell him up front you're hustling, and he'll pay well, because he's vain about his fortune." "Sounds all right." He put the head of his dick in my hole, and pushed into me. I let my lungs spew the air they contained out with a long sigh, and once he was in me, I relaxed and felt him start pumping his big dick in and out of my hole with a slow regular motion. Somehow, it felt really nice, and my dick thickened up and began spitting precum onto his sheets every time his cock head raked across my prostate. I moaned a little in pleasure, and he kissed my neck behind my ear. "Like that babe," he whispered. "Yeah, I do Gil. Fuck me good, I think I need it as much as you do." He picked up speed a little, and soon had us both huffing and grunting with his thrusts. I felt him start going over the edge, and then his big dick started filling my hole with cream. I couldn't stop the inevitable, and messed his sheets up but good with my own squirting cock juice. "Shit," he said when he saw the gooey mess on the sheets. "I'll have to take these down to get them washed." "I'll take them for you. I've got to go pick up Michael's clothes anyway." "Who is Michael." I explained briefly, while I dressed, and he stripped the bed sheets off. "Careful Davy, if he's into drugs, it could be a lot of trouble." I tied my shoelaces, and then took the bundle of sheets from him and tucked them under my arm. "I think he wants out of the drugs, and needs some help." "Yeah, they all say that, but few mean it. How old's this kid?" "Don't know, a little older than me, maybe nineteen or twenty, but he looks a lot younger, because he's so skinny and under developed. I like him for some reason. I liked him the first time I saw him before we even met." "No shit. Love at first sight?" I grinned at him. "I'll bring these back to you when the Chinee woman gets them done." I started for the door. "Madam Wong?" "Yeah, just down the street." "I'll pick them up just tell her they're mine. I've got some other stuff she's been working on." He let me out of the apartment, and still hadn't put his clothes on. I figured he was going to take a bath when I left. He had a dark stain on his softened dick that didn't smell like chocolate. I paid for Michael's clothes, and explained about the sheets. The old Chinese woman was pawing through them as I turned to leave her shop. As I walked through the door, I heard her exclaim something in Chinese. I glanced over my shoulder, and she was standing there with a disgusted look on her face, holding her claw like hand up to her face with a wrinkled nose, looking at the fresh cum dripping off her fingers. In the apartment, Steve and Sally were still shut in their room. I peeked in on Michael, and he was still sleeping in the tub. His skin had turned pasty white, and had wrinkled like elephant hide. I stepped into the bathroom, and put his clean clothes down on the hamper, and when I turned to look at him, he was awake looking at me in silence. I sat on the edge of the tub, and told him to get his hair wet, I was going to shampoo his long beautiful hair for him. He slipped under the still soapless water, and never shut his eyes. His hair floated around his handsome face, and he blinked in the liquid and stared at me until I reached down and pulled him up out of the water by his ear. He came up sputtering, ad rubbing his eyes. "I poured the shampoo into his wet hair, and began massaging it through his hair. Soon enough his head was a mass of soap suds. I told him to submerge again and while he was under, I used my fingers to work all the suds out of his hair. The water turned murky, with the soap and dirt that came off his head. I took a wash rag off the bar, and picked up the cake of soap, and lathered it up. His back felt bony under my hand as I scrubbed him clean. By the time I told him to stand up so I could do his legs, he had a raging hard-on that angled away from his pubes and stood to about eight inches. I washed his cock and balls last, and rinsed him off with the rubber hose attachment the previous tenant had used to wash his or her hair with. As the last of the soap and dirt drained out of the tub, he stepped onto the bath mat, and I began drying him off with a towel. He kept poking me with his hard-on in various places, and when he was finally dry, it was pointed right at my mouth. I looked up at him, and just opened up and let him slide it into me. I loved the feel of his cock going into my throat, and when he started to fuck my face, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I knew there was something special between us, and that we had found each other for a purpose. He finished soon enough, and I swallowed his cum and savored the flavor. It was the first that I hadn't found something distasteful about. I led him to the bedroom, and we laid on the bed for a while, just looking at each other. He finally raised up on an elbow, and looked down at me. "I'm not going to lie to you Davy. You've been too nice to me already. I'm a sick pup, and I'm goin' to have ta get well soon. I need a fix, or I'll turn into Frankenstein which is scary shit for me and you too. Are you goin' ta help me get straight or not? `Cause if you're not, I gotta go out an hustle up some bread to fix me up." "Michael," I took his hand in mine, and looked into his eyes in earnest. "If I help you, will you also let me help you get off the drugs?" "Why should I? I like the high. I'm not as depressed when I'm flyin'." "I want you to stay with me Michael, but I don't think I want to be with you if you're high all the time." "What do you mean stay with you?" "Just that. Be with me. I don't like bein' alone in the world, and my bud Steve has hooked up with Sally, and now that they're together, I'm the odd man out here. If you're with me, at least I won't have to sleep alone at night." "Shit Davy. I don't know what to say." "Say you'll let me help you dump the drugs, and agree to stay with me." "You know man, a druggie is always a druggie. It's a sickness." "Sickness can be cured if you want it cured. It will give you your life back." "I'm a fuckin' hustler Davy. I fuck guys for a living." "So do I." "No shit? You don't look like the guys on the street here." "That's because I just got here this morning from Kansas City. I came on the train with my two friends. But, I'm really from Arizona. I ran away from home a few days ago, because my folks found out I was queer, and didn't want me around anymore. My friend Steve, who took up with Sally, is queer too, I think, but maybe he's not completely, cause he seems to be only interested in fucking Sally now." "Could be he's bi." "What's that? "Jesus, you are dumb; aren't you?" "I guess so. I'm pretty new to all this. What does it mean?" "Some guy who is bi, with stick his dick in any hole available. Man or woman. Same with a woman?" I thought about this for a moment. "How does a woman fuck another woman? The ain't got a dick." "With their tongues and sometimes a strap on." "What's a strap on?" "A dildo. Jesus." "What...." "A plastic dick you dope." I tried to picture a plastic dick, and couldn't. He paced around the room for a minute and then started pulling on his clothes. "I gotta go hustle some scratch to get fixed." "I'll go with you. I can get you some medicine with what I've got on me." "It ain't medicine. It's horse." "Horse then, and you can get well, and show me the ropes on the street." "Deal." He barged out of the bedroom, and ran smack into Steve and Sally, both standing in the living room nude. I introduced them to each other, and told Sally and Steve that we were going out to hustle a little. They said they were going to clean up and go out to eat Chinese food. Michael and I left, and went looking for his connection. We found the guy sitting in a burger joint on Santa Monica Boulevard. I squared Michael's debt and paid for what he said was a nickel bag of the stuff. Michael took the bag, and some works the dealer offered him and disappeared into the toilet. He was gone about ten minutes, and when he finally came out, the look in his eyes had changed, and he seemed subdued and languid as opposed to when he'd left me sitting with the dealer in the booth. His wild nervousness had disappeared, and he seemed a little more human to me when he sat down in the booth again. "Buy me another nickel," he said to me under his breath. "I'll pay you back later." "No way. I'm going to ask around about how to get you off this stuff. I like you a lot Michael, but I like you better off the stuff even if you're sick when you're not high." "Come on then. I gotta hit the street and make some scratch." He slipped out of the booth, and the dealer smirked at me as I scooted out and ran after him. On the corner, Michael stopped and looked up and down the street. The sun was beginning to set, and the passing cars had already turned on their headlights. Michael pulled off his tshirt, and stuck it into his back pants pocket. "It's like this kiddo. We don't work together see. I'll work this side, you get over to the other side. You can watch me work, and do the same. You're pretty. You'll hook up quick enough." "What do I charge?" "What you been gettin?" "Fifty bucks a fuck, and twenty for a blow job." "Shit. I don't fuck for less than a hundred, and suck dick for fifty. If the trick wants to suck me I let him for twenty-five. Don't swallow no cum, and make him wear a rubber if he fucks you. Lots a bugs goin' around here in Hollywood." He turned to walk up the street a ways, then turned back to me. "Oh yeah," he said. "You see a big guy in a white cowboy hat in a light green Cadillac convertible, don't get in the car with him. He's bad news, and always hits on new boys. He's rough, and likes to hurt people." "Thanks." He walked away from me again, and took up a spot leaning against a brick wall half way down the street. I walked across the Boulevard, and down the street until I stood opposite him. He had his thumbs hooked into his front pockets. He glanced at me, and lifted one hand in a slight wave. I pulled my shirt off like he'd done, and stuffed it into my rear pocket. I leaned on a metal bar that protected a planter box from the street traffic. Several cars slowed down as the drivers took looks at him. Finally, a car pulled to a stop in front of me, and the driver leaned over to the passenger window and motioned to me to come closer. I glanced at Michael across the street, and he nodded at me. I wondered if he meant that the guy was cool, or if he meant it was cool I had some interest. I leaned down and looked into the car. The man was a middle aged white guy with a moustache, wearing a suit. "You know this area kid?" I didn't know what to say. I looked at him dumbly. I'm looking for a good time tonight. You know anyplace where I can find a good time?" "What kind of good time?" I leaned into the car window and stuck my head inside. "I want to get my dick taken care of, maybe get a little tail." I looked like I was thinking it over. "You got a place to go?" "Yeah. I'm in town for a business meeting tomorrow, I got a hotel room. You want ta party?" "I wouldn't mind, but I'm workin'." "Aren't we all?" He looked across the street at Michael, and I followed his gaze. As we watched him, a car pulled up and Michael must have known the driver, because he immediately jumped into the car and closed the door. "Looks like they'll have a good time. you know him?" I nodded. "Well, if you're working what's your scale?" "My scale?" "The charge?" "For what?" "Everything I guess. I don't get out as much as I'd like, so when I do get the chance, I like to go all out." "Well, you want a piece price, or an all night price?" "What's all night run?" I'd never charged that way, and don't know what possessed me to say it in the first place. I puzzled over it in my mind, and finally thought I had a solution. "I get a hundred an hour and I'll do anything you want for that, but you pay up front." "Jeez. A hundred an hour?" "That's it. Take it or leave it." "I'll take it for three hours. Get in." I opened the door and slipped into the front seat. I held out my hand, and he looked at me with a pained expression. "Can't it wait until we get to my hotel room?" "No. I want to make sure you can pay, otherwise I can stay here and meet somebody else. I have to make so much a night to make ends meet." He counted out the three hundred bucks in smaller bills five, tens, and twenties. I stuffed them into my pocket, and smiled at him. "You got a pimp?" Something told me to say yes. He nodded, and put the car in gear and pulled into the traffic. End