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It was spring 1988, the boys had lived in New York almost seven months. Seven of Matty's longest months in his short sixteen years. Guy even forgot his birthday, it was March 28, and that hurt Matty. He longed to be touched and caressed by his lover, but didn't want to make a fuss.

There was a dampness in the air; the night sky was only lit by the many neon signs on 8^th Street. Matty had heard in school that Eighth Street was the place to go for sex. Oh, you had to pay, but he was desperate. He wanted to be fondled and feel loved. He had ventured out on his own, John and Guy were nowhere to be found again. It had rained earlier in the day, and the sweet aroma of the fresh fallen rain could be detected, mixed with the fragrances of the several eateries on 8^th Street.

"You want to party?" the young boy dressed in the tight jeans asked Matty.

"Depends," Matty slowly said.

"Un unh," Matty mumbled.

"You got a place we can go?" the blonde asked.

"Yep, my place," Matty dryly responded.

"My name's Junior, let's go." Junior grabbed Matty's hand and started to walk away from the group he had been with.

The two boys walked quickly, Matty told Junior that he lived on 5^th Street, so that's where they headed. Everything was a blur in Matty's head while they walked the three blocks down and two blocks over to his apartment. Junior explained that for twenty bucks, he sucked, and anything else was more. He asked Matty what he wanted to do, but Matty didn't say a word.

"Not really," said Matty.

"I never seen you around. Usually, all I get are old fuckers looking for a young boy to suck their dick. You from the city?" Junior fired his questions.

"Yeah. Originally I came from Mississippi, but I've lived here now since August." Matty finally began opening up.

"Well, cool. If you ever want to make some extra cash, I could show you how. Do you smoke pot?" Junior gleefully asked.

"No, I never have," Matty admitted, his voice sounding faint.

Matty punched the code into the pad next to the door at the yellow-bricked building, a buzzer sounded and he pulled the door open. The two boys walked in toward the elevator. Matty pushed the number five on the elevator control panel. A hum could be heard as the motor ran, and the elevator made its descent from the ninth floor. Matty watched, as the lights blinked with the appropriate floor number as the elevator made its way to the lobby. The two boys got into the elevator and rode the five floors up in silence.

"What do you like to do?" Junior asked Matty, as Matty fumbled with the keys in the door lock to the apartment.

"I like to do anything. What do you want to do?" Matty asked, as he led the boy down the hall to Guy's and his bedroom.

"Sounds good to me. Can I suck you too?" Matty asked, with innocence in his voice.

The two practically ripped their clothing off, and threw it to the floor in a race to get into the bed. Matty was full of desire, he just wanted to be touched and kissed. He had longed for Guy, but had been rejected so many times lately. They tumbled onto the bed. The squeaking of the mattress was the only sound heard, except for their heavy breathing. Matty had longed to be fondled, his libido was definitely in overdrive, as he arched his back up to meet the thrusts of Junior's body against his own.

"Ahh, that feels so good." Matty's voice trembled with excitement, as Junior drew his hard cock into his mouth.

Junior sucked at Matty's rigid dick with precision, it was obvious he had done this deed before. The younger blonde boy made slurping sounds, as he sucked hard on the hot prick. He took the entire engorged member into his wanton mouth, and gently massaged Matty's balls with his hand. He used his other hand to probe young Matty's ass, as he gorged himself on the hard cock.

Matty rolled around so he could get his newfound friend's dick into his own mouth. He guided the stiff cut six inch dick into his mouth with his right hand; as he sucked he pumped his hand up and down. He wanted to cum, but he wanted it to last, so he pushed Junior away from his cock.

"Let me put it in you. I want to fuck you," Junior gasped, as he moved and grabbed Matty's legs from behind the knees and pushed them onto his shoulders.

"That was great. I have to go. You got that twenty?" Junior asked, as he climbed out of the bed and began looking around the room for his clothes.

Matty flopped onto the couch after Junior had disappeared, he felt dirty and cheap. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of traffic from outside the building as they floated through the closed window. He could hear a siren wail in the distance, as he lifted his head from the back of the sofa, and placed his crossed arms behind it. His stomach was queasy, his head spun as he leaned his head back and stared up to the ceiling. He began to doze; his head nodded forward and fell toward his chest.

He frantically punched at the elevator buttons; the two wood facsimile doors slid open.

The upper walls of the metal box that ran along metal cables, carrying people up and down the shaft of the yellow-bricked building, were painted pale green. The green that had a hint of blue in it, like so many other elevators seemed to be coated with. An aluminum four-inch rail was mounted at mid wall, in the box. The lower halves of the walls were covered with a paneling that tried to look like wood.

The doors opened on the toll of the fifth chime, that came from overhead; it had been placed to alert the blind. Guy ran down the hallway to the door of the apartment that he had lived in the last two thirds of his school year. He thought silently to himself as he went to unlock the already unlocked door. He withdrew his key from the lock and placed it in his front right pants pocket. He slowly opened the door, and crept into his home. He could hear Matty's breathing and saw his silhouette on the couch, as he walked into the crammed five room flat.

He stood in front of his young lover; his body ached and was tired from the vigorous practice for `West Side Story,' where he was to be Tony. He was so proud of himself for landing one of the leads, especially since it was only his first year at Juilliard. He reached his hands out toward Matty's shoulders and bent his head down to kiss his lover on the forehead. He pushed Matty's raven black bangs aside, as he brought his soft, pink, puckered lips to the forehead that seemed to gleam in the dimly lit room.

Matty opened his eyes and looked up to Guy, he just sighed. He tilted his head a little to the right. He tried to smile to hide his guilt, the best he could do was press his two thin lips together. He slowly unfolded his arms that had remained on the sofa back, although his head had been drooping to his chest, he slowly stretched them over his head. He began to climb up from his seat and Guy gently pushed him back down.

Guy had one thing on his mind, satisfying his lover. It had been too long, he thought to himself, as he crouched on his knees in front of Matty. He reached his arms up and undid Matty's belt and pants, and then he tugged the fly apart and reached his long slender fingers into Matty's underwear. He rubbed at Matty's flaccid penis, and gently squeezed his balls in between his thumb and index finger. He moved his mouth down to Matty's crotch, and flicked his tongue at the head of the soft dick.

He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and slid his hand down to its base. Guy sucked in vain to get the cock hard, to no avail. He pushed his nostrils to the soft black hair that surrounded Matty's dick, he could smell a familiar odor, but not one that should be there. He knew he could smell sex on Matty, he was hurt. He said nothing, he continued to suck at his lover. Matty's prick began to respond; Guy sucked him off, in what seemed to be a couple of minutes. Matty just sat in front of Guy, never reaching out for him, and came. Guy pushed Matty's rapidly deflating prick back into his underwear. Frustrated and confused, he left silently and went to his bed.

He slowly undressed and climbed between the cotton sheets that were balled up on the bed, he felt a wet spot as he threw the top sheet over his body. He lay on his back, his head on the soft pillow and squeezed his eyes shut. No matter how hard he clenched his eyelids, the tears flowed like fountains down his face, toward his ears. His body trembled as he thought about what he knew Matty had done. He felt so alone, so very, very alone.

Matty never got off the couch; he eventually swung his legs up and onto it and leaned his head on the armrest. He dozed, but never fell into a deep sleep. His mind was a fury of thoughts; he pictured Junior in his mind. He began to feel sick, and quickly ran to the bathroom where he promptly threw up. The pain he felt from what he had done was unbearable. He stumbled up the hall and fell back onto the couch; he held his arms around his sore tummy. He pulled his knees up to his chest, as he lay on his side.

"Couldn't sleep?" John whispered to Guy, as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"What's wrong? You sound upset, everything OK?