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The Playland Arcade

by Chance, all rights reserved

I lived for a number of years, 2 blocks West of Times Square in Manhattan. On 7th avenue there was the Playland arcade. For more than 100 years, Playland was a city fixture. In the early days it was skee-ball, penny pitch and shooting galleries. In the 30's and the 40's all this was replaced with the noisy and addictive pin-ball machines. By the 80's the new video games quickly replaced pin-ball until the wrecking ball and the Disneyfication of the 90's put an end to it. The Playland Arcade on 7^th avenue, in Times Square had a reputation. Playland was the place where men went to pick up boys. This story is based on reality and personal observation but you should assume that it is entirely fiction. All disclaimers apply.

PLAYLAND

Part 1, New York City, 1987:

The city and was very hot and humid. A small boy stood in a doorway to get out of the rain. Soaked from the sudden down pour, it had done little to cool the air. The boy looked up and then down the street as if he was waiting for someone. The long haired kid was dressed in over sized pants and tee shirt. He looked down at his cupped hand concealing a match and lit up a cigarette. Anyone could see that he was too young to smoke but there was no one to stop him. He was deceptively small for his age. Perhaps this was due to neglect, poor diet or maybe it was just genetic. The boy looked younger than his eleventh year. In spite of his hair being long, he wasn't easily mistaken for a girl. There's something about the relaxed untidiness that rules out a boy from being a girl.

He wore a shark's tooth earring that dangled from one ear. The piercing and the earring was a gift from one of his Mother's boyfriends. He remembered laying his head in the man's lap and looking up at him. Joey's ear had been cooled with ice and now the man was sticking the needle through his ear lobe. When it was done, Joey felt proud and had never taken the earring off since that day.

In spite of sleepy eyes, worn and unwashed clothes and at times, tangled hair, Joey had an exotic, boyish beauty. Black hair and blue eyes was uncommon enough but anyone could see that he was going to grow up to be very handsome. At this age and in this unformed state, there was something almost iridescent about him. It was a glow that caught people's gaze. He was so stunning that sometimes they had to look away to keep from becoming momentarily captivated. Joey knew this but took it in stride. At first glance, he appeared to be orphaned but he carried himself with such street-wise confidence and independence that people regarded him almost as if he was an adult.

Tony's Bar:

The bar was on the avenue and had a dingy quilted stainless steel front. It was the sort of bar that only locals went to. To the right of the front door was a small window with a green neon shamrock that flickered occasionally. On the inside, there was a long smoky bar with a row of padded stools. It was early afternoon and there was only a handful of regulars in the bar.

The Bartender saw Joey standing at the door. "Joey, she ain't here and I haven't seen her today. You can't stay in here. You're gonna get me closed down so get the hell out of here!"

His high voice squeaked, "Come on Tony, let me go in the back awhile to get dried off, I'm all wet."

Tony hesitated and then blustered, "Jesus H. Christ,.... Okay, but stay out of sight and don't come back out here until I let you know that the coast is clear."

Joey ran through the bar and into the backroom. Tony's storeroom was dreary and dusty with a gated window, a cluttered desk and an old couch. He had been here before. There were times when he was too little to be left alone, Jeanie, his mother, would drag him along with her. She'd party up a storm out in the bar and put him to sleep on the musty old couch in the storeroom. The boy's mother was very popular. Sometimes she would go off and not come back until morning and Tony would be so pissed.

"I can't be takin care of your kid, what the hell's the matter with you!"

Familiar with his surroundings, Joey put his feet up and lay back on the couch. He looked up at the peeling paint on the tin ceiling and the cardboard covering a broken window. He thought about his Mother and wondered where she might be. The boy wasn't really worried. He was used to it. The fact that she didn't always leave money or food for him didn't bother him either. It made him independent and resourceful.

Peter:

The door leading out into the bar opened up. "Hey Joey, you want sum company?"

The man standing before him was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. Peter was an old friend of his Mother's. He always wore a blue Yankee ball cap to blur his identity and in his late twenties, a receding hairline. Peter was tall, lean and skinny and had always smelled like he had been working, loading or unloading, helping people move or painting apartments. His life was a patchwork at best. When he wasn't working a real job he was scamming or out and out stealing.

Without a word, the man approached the reclining boy and began opening his pants. Joey looked up. The man lifted out his large cock and balls from his underwear and presented it to the boy. Joey crawled forward and took it into his mouth. The man looked down at the boy and the boy looked up at the man and the stiffening cock slid in and out of his mouth. Peter whispered soft words to the boy and stroked his tangled hair. He continued in a leisurely and affectionate pace.

Peter's reputation was checkered but he was well liked and had a reckless charm that endeared him to Tony, the bar's owner. Tony had a soft heart and had looked after Peter when he was young. When he was 15 he went to jail for three years. It was Tony that send him the little money he needed to survive. Tony hoped that by the time he reached his twenties Peter would have settled down a bit.

The boy cupped Peter's big balls and let the cock come all the way out of his mouth so that he could use his tongue to lick the uncircumcised head.

For Peter, it is not known whether this was a natural inclination or he had learned it in jail. No one could say but Joey and Peter were familiar with each other. This was their secret and it was one of the things that bonded them securely together.

Peter and Joey's Mother, had been a couple for a few weeks but it ended when she met someone else. They stayed friends and soon Jeanie started parking Joey at Peter's whenever she was running off with some new guy.

In the back room of Tony's bar, Peter and Joey's activity suddenly matured into something more urgent.

Peter said, "Hey, let's go to my place and do this right, anyway Tony sent me back here to get you the fuck outta of here. You know how paranoid he is."

He stuffed the large boner back into his pants and they readied themselves to go.

The 5 Floor Walk-up:

Peter's place was Joey's second home. It was a small, run down room with a hotplate, a small bath tub and a bed and not much more. When Jeanie started leaving her son with Peter, sometimes for days at a time, the two became very used to each other. From the start, Peter was intentionally immodest, making no effort to conceal his masculine attributes from the boy. He thought, why should he? They both slept together in the small bed and were entirely at ease with each other. Fatherless boys are partial to men and this created a situation of exciting intimacy. Joey took to it.

Peter saw no reason to interrupt his daily masturbation rituals and the boy watched with interest. The rationalization was that Joey would learn about life sooner or later so why hide it? He boldly displayed and demonstrated the process of self-induced arousal. The urgent demands of a large, hard erection and the voluminous and slippery resolution would leave Peter gratified and breathless. An old tee-shirt would be retrieved out from under the bed to wipe up the mess.

It was simply a matter of time before Joey was employed in the daily ritual but, all that was several years ago. Peter would just lay back and let Joey handle his cock out of curiosity and then fascination. It all happened naturally and without coercion. The older man let it evolve until eventually Joey was eager and accepting. The boy knew what they were doing was dirty but he was completely willing to keep the secret just as long as it would continue. Outside of his mother, why would he jeopardize the only other close relationship in his life? They had done everything that was possible for two males of disproportionate size and mutual appreciation were able to do and it bonded them firmly together. Peter's furtive ways encouraged Joey and created within him the beginnings of his own outlaw spirit. It worked both ways but Peter's motivations were deeper. This was The closest thing Joey had for a father and in spite of Peter's primary desire to get into the boy's underpants, He treated him with genuine concern and affection. With few alternatives, Joey was comfortable with the arrangement and spent a good deal of time in Peter's apartment.

The Westside:

Out on ninth avenue, the rain had stopped and at half Peter's height, Joey followed along side of him. The dissimilar pair did look a little bit like father and son. Together they were just a man and a boy who appeared to have nothing more than the clothes on their backs. You might guess that they were on a mission but no one would suspect otherwise or imagine what was going to happen once behind a closed door.

"You want sum pizza or a sandwich?"

They stopped at the Juice Jamboree and both got hot dogs then continued down 9th Avenue.

On hands and knees, Joey crawled onto Peter's messed up bed as if it was his own. Peter pulled off one of Joey's sneakers revealing a smelly and filthy sock. Then the other. They were the same pair he had worn last time and they were stiff and full of holes. Peter pulled one foot up close and pressed it to his face. Looking behind, Joey jerked and pulled his foot in a ticklish response but Peter held it tight. To Peter, each part of Joey small body smelled different but each part stiffened his cock equally.

He was right behind him and pulled the boy's pants down off of his rear end. Joey stayed motionless while Peter reached between his legs and tugged on the boy's small penis. Finger tips softly touching his scrotum, thigh and sticky hole, bringing up a perpetual boy erection. Moving closer, Peter parted and then licked out the boy's beautiful and frequently untidy bottom.

First putting his forefinger in his mouth he then pushed it up Joey's asshole. Licking his hole again and then probing him with one and then two fingers he was preparing him for a fuck.

Peter leaned across Joey's back. He whispered into his ear. "I am too fuckin hot to wait, let me fuck you first and then we'll cool out for a bit then start all over again doin anything you want to do."

Joey was content to let Peter be in charge. Peter quickly took all of his clothes off leaving the boy still dressed but with his clothes in disarray. Using spit applied to his fingers and his tongue, he made Joey's hole slick and receptive. He applied spit to his stiff cock and stroked it. Only then did he begin to penetrate Joey's bottom. The boy behaved almost as if he was a passive observer.

The boy, still on all fours, lay his forequarters and his face into the pillow leaving his behind elevated for Peter. Peter pushed his cock slowly and carefully in giving Joey time to get used to it. Being able to do this didn't happen overnight. It took time, practice and many encounters to get to this point. As for Peter, even though they had done it dozens of times before, he could never quite believe it was really happening. His already large cock swelled inside of Joey's behind and not wanting to rush, he started a slow in and out movement. It started with easy confidence and eventually he was able to fuck a little faster and deeper.

Peter looked down at Joey's small and slender frame and imagined that it was himself a long time ago. It was him when he was a kid just as small as Joey and it was his older brother that was fucking him. Peter remembered how much he had wanted his brother to like him and care about him. He would do anything for him even let him fuck him or do whatever to him but it never made any difference. His brother always seemed to be angry and when he left home, he never looked back. Peter never got over it.

Now Peter stopped and took the rest of Joey's clothes off. He turned the boy over and pushing his legs back, re-entered his dilated hole. Joey let his body go limp and looking up, watched Peter with his eyes. He looked into Peter's face while he was being penetrated. Joey often wondered who his real father was but during these times he was content to think that Peter might as well be his father. It was better than not knowing and anyway he liked Peter and more importantly, he had grown to like the things that Peter did to him.

Joey's Mother had put an unseen barrier up between her son and the life that she led to survive. He saw the men, nervous, hot or cocky and he watched how his mother behaved to encourage their lust. They wanted her if only for a half an hour or so. They went into her bedroom together and shut the door. When it was done, they quickly left and a strange calm settled over the cluttered apartment. His mother might seclude herself in her room and Joey would quietly entertain himself in the daybed. When he was younger these observations were a puzzle but he would always remember them.

Peter wasn't like that. Joey believed that Peter really liked him and would always like him. The idea of this made the fact that Peter was penetrating him secondary to his feeling towards him. And, besides that, over time he had gotten use to it and wanted Peter way up inside of him.

Peter suddenly held him tight and rising to a hard and rapid pace, grunted and groaned, pushing his cock as far up his butt hole as possible. Between his legs, Joey felt himself being flooded and for a short moment and in the middle of the chaos, Joey felt strangely secure and completely happy.

Out of breath and breathing hard, Peter lay on top of him still and quiet. After some time went by, he became calm and peaceful and then, he slowly rose up and sat on the edge of the bed.

Joey sat up and joined him. Lighting up a cigarette Peter said, "How about we take a bath, then get you off and then go do something today? You don't have anything better to do, do you?"

Joey shook his head, no. The older man passed the boy a cigarette.

Peter got up and started to run a bath. It was a small bath tub and it sat in the kitchen of the small New York apartment. It was commonplace in the older more run down parts of town.

Peter, still naked did various small chores around the apartment. While he did, he carried on a rambling conversation with Joey. "Where's that lousy Mother of yours?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

"You know, she don't take very good care of you, letting you run the streets."

Joey still content to be on Peter's messy bed he said, "Yeah, I know."

Peter said, "When's school start?"

The boy thought for a moment. "I don't know, soon I think, but I don't think I want to go. If I don't show up for the first day they won't know the difference. They'll think me and Mom moved or I'm dead or something."

Peter looked seriously at Joey. "Oh great! Then you'll be a dumb ass fuck like me. You need to go to school to learn stuff."

Unmoved, Joey looked around the room, then he said, "What are you gonna do, make me?"

"No, I'm not going to make you, I just don't want you to be a dumb fuck-up like me."

The boy went into the toilet stall and perched up on the seat, he let Peter's slippery fluid drain out of him.

The subject was dropped and both Peter and Joey climbed into the bath together.

Opposing each other the man and the boy shared a cigarette. Joey occupied himself by soaping up and washing Peter's cock. He watched, smiled and blew cigarette smoke up towards the ceiling. Joey let his body float to the surface and then peed across his belly. They talked and laughed until the water cooled. Once clean and dry, they settled back on the bed. Peter opened a tall beer.

Joey reached and Peter let him have a drink. "Whoa, that's the last thing I need is a falling down drunk kid. If you are here over night, I don't mind but not out in the daytime."

Peter stopped for a moment and looking at the boy said, “You know the Dominicans up the block?”

Not really paying attention the boy said, “Yeah.”

“Joey, stay away from them. I don't want you havin a crack attack. You understand me?”

“Yeah.”

“Joey, I'm serious, I will cut you lose if you do.”

The mood became calm and pleasurable again.

Peter started to play with Joey's finger sized penis. He put his arm around Joey and the boy stretched out. With just a thumb and a forefinger, Peter began to jerk Joey off. Resting his head on Peter's arm, he could smell the strong scent that made Peter a man and he was comforted by it. Joey's thin body slowly began to ungulate. Peter pushed his finger up the boy's butt and cuddled him while he did it. Joey's orgasms were long, intense and vocal.

Days later, in his memory and imagination, Peter could still hear Joey's high voice crying out.

The Park:

Joey asked, "Who was he?"

Peter looked down at the strangely placed mosaic on the ground in Central Park, then he looked up at the sky. "Um he was part of the Beatles. He was shot right over there a long time ago right in front of the Dakota."

He pointed at a large old fashioned building across the street.

The two spent the day together just wandering around the city. "When was the last time you saw your Mom?"

Joey thought for a moment. "I don't know, maybe a few days ago. She was with some guy that looked like he had money."

Peter thought for a moment. "Well then she's probably tryin to get her hands on the rest of it. She'll come home soon. Why don't you stay with me for a few days?"

Joey said, "Okay."

The F Train:

They took the 6th avenue subway out to Coney Island just to look at the ocean. After only a few minutes they turned around and took the train back into town. It was a nice sight to see the edge of the city but the journey seemed to be pointless. They stood together on the boardwalk and looked at the ocean. Neither one of them had actually been on the sand or ever walked down to the water. It never occurred to them that this was the very edge of the world.

Back on Ninth avenue, the man and the boy sat and ordered Chinese.

"Um, chicken and broccoli and pork fired rice and one order of egg rolls."

Joey interrupted, "And fortune cookies!"

Peter was calm, "Don't worry, you always get fortune cookies."

They never talked about the things that they did in bed together but the desires and wants for Peter were never far from his mind. He did his best to keep the boy happy. He watched the boy while he ate. Even though Peter was bred on the street, couldn't help but see how beautiful Joey was. It was more intense for him because Peter had seen him naked, he had seen his small thin erection and round textured scrotum. He had smelled his dirty socks and underwear and He had been aroused by his sweet body scent and tasted his behind. There was nothing that Peter didn't love about Joey.

The boy was always comfortable and secure with Peter. He willingly placed himself in the older man's care. They had known each other for a more than three years and now, Peter was watching him grow up.

Peter actually feared the day that Joey might be a grown man. Would he be tall and be called Joe by his friends? Would he have contempt for him and the dirty things that they did together? Would he hold Peter accountable for terrible crimes? Joey's Mother seemed oblivious and unconcerned about Peter's relationship with her son. She cared about Joey but relied on him to let others know if he needed something. This was the same way that she survived in her own life.

Peter had always thought that he liked women and he responded to the social pressures to like women but after 3 years in prison at Fishkill, upstate, he learned that sex with men had virtues altogether different from women. After knowing Joey, Peter was no longer sure of anything. Unworried, he was resolved to go with the flow.

To be Continued

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