Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 06:51:10 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 22

Across the Alley XXII


	The Jewel Box was a dingy smoky after hours joint crowded with men, some of
whom were dressed as women.  In the dark reaches of the bar, a small stage
lit with blue and pink lights showcased a string of singers doing show
tunes, and aping Sophie Tucker, Ethel Merman, and Judy Garland.  Steve and I
were wide eyed with amazement when we walked into the rear entrance of the
place.
	Frank and Jessie were old hands at the scene, and were greeted with peels
of laughter and squeals of delight.  We were grabbed and examined closely by
several men in what Frank said was called drag.  They were painted
elaborately like whores my dad had pointed out once when we were driving
down Van Buren Street in Phoenix on the way to watch the planes landing at
the airport.
	It wasn't long, before Frank and Jessie were busy letting the girls put
makeup on their faces.  They were both giggling and squirming as the men who
were painting them, kept grabbing their dicks every chance they got.  I
could see that Frank at least, liked the attention, because his cock was
standing up stiff in his pants.  Jessie, was playing the game as well, and
kept groping the man who was painting him.  The guy would shiver and squeal
every time Jessie's little hand latched onto his hard dick.  It didn't take
me long to figure out what was going on with these men.
	I wandered around the bar, and after a while, I began to see things that I
never imagined would be done so openly in a bar filled with men.  Everybody
was drinking and smoking, and many of the men were smoking what I knew to be
Marijuana, from the Mexican field workers in Phoenix that smoked it all the
time.  The sweet funky smell of the weed filled the rooms and my head light
and slightly dizzy.  My eyes were burning from the smoke, and I walked
through the crowd rubbing them.  I found a dark corner, and squatted down on
my heels, getting my head out of the haze of smoke.
	As I sat there, I became aware of things that were going on in the darkness
in the booths I could see from where I squatted.  On my right, a man was on
his hands and knees hidden in the darkness under the table.  He had his eyes
closed tightly, and his body was rocking rhythmically back and forth.  There
was something about his movements that I realized he was being fucked.  I
looked up at the man apparently sitting in the booth.  He had his arms
folded on the table top, and was leaning forward.  As I looked at him, I
could see he was pumping his lower body driving his cock into the man under
the table.  A man sitting beside him, was kissing him on the ear, and
sticking his tongue into the opening and slurping.  The man fucking, was
shivering with pleasure.
	In the next booth, a man was sitting in the lap of another man, and I could
see from his rocking hips, that he had the man's cock he was sitting on,
plugged into his asshole, and was getting fucked.  At the bar, I saw a young
man slip down to his knees, and pull out a large thick cock and begin to
suck it.  The scene was beginning to get to me, and I was feeling sexed up
and horny.  I didn't know exactly what to do about it, but I figured it
wouldn't be long walking around with a hard-on in my pants before one of
these men would show me what to do with it.
	I stood and wandered back to the rooms where Frank and Jessie were getting
painted up.  I peeked around the open door jam, and was astonished at what I
saw.  Jessie was standing on a chair, and the man who had been painting him
with makeup, was putting a few stitches in the hem of a pretty little dress.
  Jessie looked like a girl, and when he saw me, he giggled and pointed at
my hard-on.
	"I'm goin' ta get on the stage and sing a song," Jessie squealed.  Frank's
already out there waitin' his turn.  You wanna come an watch?"
	"Where's Steve?"
	"He's out in the bar summers.  He's tryin' to make a few dollars."
	"Doin' what?"
	"Suckin' dick I guess.  Dollar a pop."  I turned and went out into the dark
bar again looking for Steve.  He didn't seem to be anywhere but I saw Frank
waiting beside the stage while a fat woman was singing something about corn
and elephants eyes.  I worked my way over to Frank, and asked him if he had
seen Steve.  He leaned into my ear and shouted over the din of the woman's
singing.
	"I think I seen him go out the back door with two guys."  I chucked him on
the shoulder, grinning at him.  He wasn't dressed in women's clothes, but he
was painted to look like one.  He was kind of pretty in his rouge and
lipstick.  He smiled at me, and I worked my way back through the crowd
looking for Steve as I went.  I found the back door we had entered through,
and pushed out into the warm muggy night.  The trees were thick around the
building, and not much of the light in the air from the moon and stars and
what light was available from the lights of the city, penetrated the
darkness.
	I stood quietly listening for a moment, to hear if I could locate him by
voices or movement.  Off in the dark on my left, I thought I could hear a
scuffling sound, and then a low moan.  I walked slowly toward the sound
feeling my way in the dark with my feet and hands.  I was almost on them,
before I realized what I was seeing.
	Steve was on his hands and knees, and there was a man standing in front and
one in back of him.  Both of them were thrusting their cocks into him.  It
was Steve who was moaning lowly as the two men fucked him hard.  I felt a
twinge of jealousy, and almost stepped into break up the scene, until I
remembered what I'd done earlier in the evening to earn the twenty bucks in
my pocket.  I stepped back into the shadows and watched as the two men
finished with Steve, filling him at both ends almost at the same time with
their cum.  The two of them were grunting like pigs as they came in my
friend.
	When they pulled out of him, he laid down on the ground in a kind of drawn
up position on his side.  I could see he had his pants down around his
knees, and his tshirt had been pulled up under his armpits.  The two men put
their softening cocks away, and murmured quietly to each other.  One of them
dropped something on the ground in front of Steve, and they left, reentering
the back door of the bar.  I bent down on my knees beside him, and put my
hand on his shoulder.  The paper the man had dropped on the ground, which I
thought might be money, turned out to be a paper napkin slick with cum and
slime.  I threw it away, leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek.
	"Are you OK?"  He turned slightly and looked up at me.
	"Yeah," he said after a moment.  "I jess never had two dicks in me at one
time before.  It hurt some, an' I couldn't get no breath of air."
	"Did they pay you?"
	"Yeah, they give me five dollars a piece to do me."
	"Well, that's somethin'."  I helped him up and helped him get his clothes
together.  I brushed the dirt off his clothes, and he seemed a bit wobbly.
He took a deep breath, and started walking back into the bar.
	"You goin' back in there?"  For some reason I couldn't put my finger on, I
didn't want to go back into the Jewel Box.
	"Yeah, it's easy money.  We need it if we ever plan on gettin' to
California."  I stood and watched him go inside.  I waited for a moment,
thinking about the situation, and then with a shrug, followed him into the
smoky interior.
	I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked that night, but it was a lot.
I was careful to get my dollar up front before I ever touched the men.  I
was offered five several times to go out back, or to sit in somebody's lap
in a booth, and did a few times, until my poor hole was slippery with cum,
and was starting to get sore.  Sometime early in the morning, I saw Frank on
the stage being fucked by a man dressed as a woman.  She was on her knees
behind him, and had his pants down and was porking him with her big thick
cock to cheering from the audience.
	I saw Jessie a couple of times throughout the evening, and could tell from
his smeared lipstick, he'd been sucking dick like mad every chance he got.
A little after two in the morning, I decided I'd had enough.  I went looking
for Steve and the boys to tell them I wanted to get out and find some place
to get some sleep.  I found Frank under a booth sucking on a cock, and
waited while he finished his work.
	"Frank," I said when he crawled out from under the table.  "I want to go
some wheres to get some sleep."
	"Awright.  Less find Jess and Steve.  I know a place where we can camp out
for the rest of the night."  We wandered through the crowd of men
occasionally being groped or propositioned for a blow job while we searched
for the other boys.  We found Jessie finishing a fuck in a man's lap at the
bar.  they were sitting on a bar stool, and the man was lifting Jessie's
thin hips up and down his big hard cock with his hands.  Jessie popped off
the cock, and jumped down to the floor, hauling his pants up.  He grinned
tiredly at the trick, and accepted the five dollar bill he was offering.  He
hadn't even bothered to put his cock away yet.
	Steve, was outside again, standing with several men, and they were all
passing a marijuana joint between them.  He handed it to me when we walked
up, and told me to take a puff.  I did as he instructed, and nearly choked
to death on the acrid smoke as it entered my lungs.  Everybody thought it
was hilariously funny.
	When I stopped coughing, I told Steve that I was tired and wanted to go
somewhere to get some sleep.  He told me that the men he'd been smoking with
wanted to take him with them to a party somewhere else.  He thought we all
should go, cause they said there would be something to eat, and maybe we
could get drunk, and have a bed to sleep in the rest of the night.  We
talked it over with the boys, and they were for it, so I went along, but I
wasn't certain I'd be able to stay awake much longer.
	The party turned out to be in a big old house in another part of the city.
We all rode there in a line of cars that had been parked on a dark side
street near the Jewel box.  In the car I sat next to the driver, and he
drove with one hand on the wheel, and his other hand on my leg, which he
squeezed frequently.  I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next
thing I remember was waking up in a big bed with a piss hardon and not
knowing where I was or where a toilet could be found.  There was a man in
the bed beside me, naked, laying on top of the bedclothes.  He looked to be
about the same age as my dad, and I thought looking at him in the early
morning light that was beginning to stream through the big windows, that he
could have been my dad, and without his mustache, I would have had to look
twice to make sure it wasn't him.
	I tried to wake up the man to ask where the toilet was, but he was passed
out completely, and smelled like the bar room in the Jewel Box had smelled.
At the time I didn't know, but eventually figured out the smell was stale
booze.  I slipped off the bed, and went cautiously exploring for a place to
piss.  I opened the heavy wooden door, and looked out into a hallway with
several other doors.  I padded to the first one, and opened it quietly.  In
the dim light, I could see it was another bed room, and Frank and Jessie
were both snoring in the arms of a large man laying naked with his own piss
hard-on.  His massive cock, looked to be nearly as long as Frank's forearm.
I pulled the door closed behind me, and went to the next one.
	It turned out to be the toilet, so I emptied my bladder, and then went
looking for Steve.  The next bedroom at the end of the hall, had tow men
entwined sleeping it off.  Both naked.  I pushed open the door to the next,
and heard rustling sounds.  When my eyes adjusted to the darker room, I saw
Steve was on his stomach with his head turned toward the big mirrored
dresser beside the bed, and a larger man was fucking him, laying full on his
back.  I could see Steve looking at himself getting fucked by the man in the
mirror, and I crept into the room, wondering if it had gone on all night.
	I slipped across the hardwood floor in my bare feet, and crawled onto the
bed behind the two.  The man turned his head and looked silently at me, but
kept fucking what I could now see was his huge cock in and out of Steve.  I
reached out and put my hand on the man's big balls, hanging down from his
ass, and he rocked in and out of Steve's hole.  The man moaned.  I could see
his asshole rising and falling, and I stood up behind him and straddled
their legs.  I put a hand on each of his big cheeks, and pulled them apart.
My dick was hard again, and I leaned forward and could see dimly that he had
been slicked up with something, and still had residues of the lube around
his hole.  I positioned myself and put the head of my dick in his hole, and
dropped into him completely, feeling my smaller balls come to rest against
his larger hairy ones.  He groaned when I stuck him with my dick, and began
to breathe harder as I began to pump him up with my small shaft.
	I hadn't fucked anyone since Karl, and if felt good to feel his tight hole
gripping and milking me as I plunged into and out of him for all I was
worth.  The fact that I'd gotten some sleep, gave me the stamina to fuck him
with what seemed like, eventually, all my frustrations with the way life had
suddenly turned down a path I never knew existed.  My grief over the murder
of Karl came welling up in my chest, and before I knew what was happening, I
was sobbing and fucking hysterically.
	In my teary frenzy, I suddenly felt the stranger I was humping, start to
cum.  He groaned, and screwed his sphincter down tight, trapping my cock in
its grip.  I could feel his cock flexing, and his larger balls drew up hard
against his shaft, and the just as suddenly I was unloading my young spunk
into his hole, while he unloaded into Steve.  I heard soft smothered moan,
and somehow knew Steve was cuming with us.  I shivered as the last spurt of
cum left my body, and dropped down onto the back of the stranger I'd been
fucking.
	"Get off me ya big lug."  Steve was struggling to extricate himself from
under the man's body.  I rolled off the man's back, and stood up on the bed.
  Steve pushed while I pulled on the man's shoulder to roll him off Steve's
body.  He groaned and finally like a sick dog, flopped over onto his back.
His long flaccid cock, slipped out of Steve's hole with a slurping sound,
and landed on the white sheet, staining it with dark liquids.  His chubby
body was covered with coarse hair, going to gray, and I saw the glimmer of a
wedding ring on his ring finger.
	"This son-of-a-bitch is married, I muttered to no one in particular.  Steve
crawled from under the stoned man's legs, and got up onto his knees facing
me across the man's body.  He was woozy and wavered back and forth.
	"Are you OK?"  I was suddenly worried he was hurt or something.
	"Yeah, he whispered.  I'm jess tired.  I didn't get no sleep after I got
into it with this guy.  He owes me some money."  He crawled off the bed, and
started searching on the floor for the guy's pants.  When he found them, he
searched the pockets until he found the man's billfold.  He pulled it out
and opened it.  I saw his eyes get large, and heard him whistle under his
breath.
	"Look at this," his eyes looked at me in amazement.  I clambered off the
bed, and went to where he was standing.  He held the billfold out and showed
me the thick sheaf of bills.  He pulled several out, and they were all
hundreds.
	"Shit!  This guy's loaded."  My eyes had bugged out.  I had never thought a
single person could or would walk around with that kind of cash on him.
	"How many times did this bunch a wahoos do you last night?"  His eyes had
gotten hard and glittery.
	"I don't know, mebe ten or twelve times I guess."  He started counting
bills out on to the bed.  The man groaned, but didn't move.
	"That fucker done me for hours.  My hole ain't gonna close for days."  He
took four of the hundred dollar bills, and put the rest into the billfold,
and put it carefully back into the pocket he'd found it it.
	"Go get yer clothes on.  We're gettin' outa here."  I ran out of the room,
looking for the one where I'd spent the night.  When I was dressed, I
slipped out the door again, and met Steve waiting for me in the dark
hallway.
	Down the stairs, we roamed through the house, until we found the kitchen.
Steve opened the large white refrigerator door, and handed me a quart of
milk in a glass bottle.  He grabbed a whole roasted chicken, and another
quart of milk.  We slipped out the back door, just as an old black woman
started up the stairs.  She saw us and her eyes widened, but before she
could scream, Steve hushed her.  He clammed up, and backed away.
	"We jess hungry lady.  They fucked us all night in there."  She backed
away, and put her hands together like she was praying.
	"Lord what's I got mysef inta."  She let us pass, and we staggered tiredly
off into the still dark bushes at the bottom of the yard.  As we entered the
leafy hide of Lilac Bushes in full bloom, I heard the screen door of the
house slam shut.  I looked over my shoulder up the slope of the yard, and
saw a light come on in the kitchen.
	We squatted and shared the chicken and drank out cold frosty milk.  With
our stomachs full of tasty cold chicken and milk, the exhaustion of the
night dropped over us both, and we were soon huddled under a Lilac snoring
in the sweet morning air.
	I was late morning when the sound of a hand pushed lawn mower woke me up.
I had to pee fiercely, and stood up and unbuttoned my Levis and pulled my
dick out.  I was watering the Lilac, when a young black man appeared around
the corner of the house pushing the mower in front of him.  I kicked Steve,
who was still snoring, and he jumped quickly to his feet as if he had been
expecting trouble.  He was crouched low, but I was still standing there
watering the bush.  The black boy saw me standing there pissing, and stopped
mowing, looking across the yard at me.  Gradually Steve stood up beside me,
and the black boy's eyes got a little larger, but that was his only
reaction.
	I put my finished dick away, and not knowing what to do, I waved my hand
slightly at him.  He looked around the yard, I suppose, looking for more
pissing boys, and not finding any, he turned back to us and I saw his hand
raise in a brief wave at us.  I stepped out into the direct sun, and started
to walk toward him.  He took a step back, but caught himself.
	"Say," I said, talking to the first black person I'd ever talked to.  "Can
you tell us where we are?"
	"Mista Cooper's yad."  Steve stepped out of his place behind the Lilac, and
the boy backed up another step, looking ready to flee.
	"Where `bouts is the train station from here?"  He raised his arm and
pointed briefly off to his right.
	"These men brought us here last night, but we don't know where we's at.
How do we get to the train station?"  Steve stepped up beside me, and we
stood there I'm sure looking bedraggled from our night of sexual debauchery
and our subsequent sleep in the grass and dead leaves of the Lilac bushes.
We must have looked like wild men to him.
	"MaaaaMA!"  He shouted louder than I thought he could, and the back screen
door slammed open.
	"Whadamatta boy?"  The old woman was standing at the top of the back
stairs, wiping her hands on a floury apron.
	"I'm sorry mam."  She glared at us standing in the middle of the sloping
green lawn.  She turned her eyes to her boy.
	"These white boys hut yo enny Washinton?"
	"No Mama.  They jess ast me to get to the depot.  I don't know how to tell
em where it at."
	"De depot?  Wufo you need the depot?"
	"We goin' ta California."  Steve stepped forward, and spoke to her in his
best contrite voice.
	She told us the best route to get to the train depot, and as we started to
go, she asked us if we were hungry.  We both nodded, and she told us to wait
a minute.  She let the screen door slam behind her, and after a moment, she
reappeared with a cloth bundle.  She held it out to us, and I ran up the
stairs and took it from her hand.  I smiled at her when I got a whiff of the
sweet smells coming from the cloth flour sack.
	"Thank you mam,"  I bowed slightly and tripped down the stairs with my
prize.
	"Washinton, you get on back to werk.  You ain't haf finished moan at yad."
	We faded through the Lilacs again, waving.  Washington resumed pushing the
mower, and we heard the screen door slap shut once more, and we set out in
the direction the old woman had sent us.

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