Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 14:01:55 -0700
From: Richard Ramirez <rarqrxx@gmail.com>
Subject: My Summer Trip, Chapter 2, On the Roof

My Summer Trip, Chapter 2, From the Roof
(c) Richard Ramirez
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From the Roof

Lying there in that musty mountain loft, the sheets and blanket tight
against my chest, trying to get to sleep, a big dripping hard on, I
remembered Robbie.

I remembered when I was around 13 or 14, just out of junior high but going
to high school soon, at the end of that summer. Robbie's a couple of years
older than me. My buddy, Chale's dad had bought him a set of weights and we
all worked out in his garage.  We all wanted to be tough, to be strong now
that we were going to high school.  We hated wimps and wanted strength and
enjoyed pushing each other for one more rep.

We worked out every other day no matter what, and used our spare time in
the beginning to rip off more weights and equipment from the school or
sports shops.  We really got into it, everybody but Robbie.

In the beginning of that summer Robbie's house burned down, and his family
came to live with us until his dad figured out what to do. The cops said it
was arson and the insurance wouldn't pay.

I remembered as I lay on that bed in that mountain cabin, lying on my own
bed with Robbie when they came to live with us.  One night his little
bothers, with my little brothers were sleeping on mats on the floor. We
whispered to each other so we wouldn't wake them about some hot girls that
we had seen at a teen dance that night, making ourselves horny.

Robbie started talking about working out, and felt my muscles to see how I
was doing.  I felt his chest and shoulders and was surprised how hard and
lean he was. He looked a lot thinner than he really was.  He told me that
he had been working out by himself.  He didn't want to bulk up like we were
doing and did a lot of reps.

We felt each other more, and Robbie felt my dick and it was hard.  Before I
could say anything, he put my hand on his shorts and he had a hard on too.
Robbie pulled his shorts down and made a tent in the sheets and laughed.  I
did the same thing and we started messing around with our dicks, at first
just pulling them hard, and then stroking, beating off.

Whispering in my ear, Robbie suggested we beat each other off and grabbed
my dick and squeezed it and it got really hard and I let him go on until I
almost came.  I stopped him.

He pulled the sheet up from his body and looked at me and nodded toward it,
like it was my turn. I thought, "What the fuck" and put my hand around his
hard dick and began beating him off.  Robbie had a long dick even then and
it felt good in my hand. I pretended it was my own dick and beat off myself
while I stroked him.  It felt good having two dicks, one in each of my
hands.

Robbie stopped me, and got out of bed, and naked, with this long hard-on,
stepped over all the little sleeping bodies on the floor and went out the
open window to the roof over the garage. I followed him, and on that roof
we sat with our backs against the wall. I went back for a blanket, and we
stretched out, our arms around each other to keep warm in the late night
chill, and stroked each other and ourselves, not really saying much, just
closing our eyes and feeling our bodies pressed together... and our
dicks. I got on top of him and then we turned over and he got on top of me,
and I felt his naked back, rubbing against each other until we almost came.

He finally beat me off, and when I did come he kept my dick in his hand,
lying on his side looking at it shoot up in the air and then on my stomach,
and smiling when the come just oozed out, dropping down my dick to his hand
or on to my stomach. When he came I pulled my hand away. I didn't want his
come on me.

We did that a lot after that night, waiting for the little kids to fall
asleep, rubbing against each other and touching each other, getting hot,
and then going out to the roof to stretch out on the blanket to beat off.
I got used to his come on my hands and arms. One night Robbie asked me if I
wanted to suck each other's dick and I laughed and said that I would if he
would let me fuck his sister. He laughed.

But one night he told me to kiss it and he kissed mine. So I kissed it and
it wasn't long before we were sucking each other off. I was surprised it
didn't taste like anything, and more surprised when I knew I liked it in my
mouth almost as much as his sucking and licking on mine.

We got into 69ing and then sucking and beating each other off. It was good,
but I always felt guilty the next day, for a while anyway, until I went
back to bed with Robbie and I got into him.  Then it was all right. It was
just fun with each other.

The insurance came through on the house. The cops arrested some guy they
found drunk in the back yard. But it took a couple of months. Robbie's dad
found a house near Long Beach, and they moved away. His dad sold the lot
and started a gardening business for rich people in Orange County. When
school started, he was in another school district and we didn't see each
other much after that.

There were times that I remembered those nights on the garage roof. I got
horny and beat off thinking about it and his long lean body and hard
dick. I never told anybody and knew he wouldn't either.


I went out for the boxing team in high school and even though the guys in
my weight division were all older and had a lot more experience, I stayed
in. My Dad knew a guy who had a gym and I had hung around there, sweeping
and shit. The guy liked me and had taught me to work the bags, so I knew
something about it. But I didn't get a chance to fight much. I just kept
getting handled in sparring matches. It got old but I kept hanging around
the gym, learning.  My dad was real proud.  During that year I went from a
junior flyweight to a featherweight.  Now I'm developing into a true
lightweight. I have really quick hands and throw combinations good. And
because of the strength training I have wicked body punches.

Anyway, I heard from my Mom that Robbie had gotten into the track team in
his high school and went with them to check him out when our school had a
meet with them.  He did real good and won the event, the pole vault. And
when I went to tell him congratulations, I noticed that he was getting
taller than me.  His legs were long and his calves were thick and good
sized, but not like mine. Mine made one tapering ball under the back of my
knees and then went into my leg just above the ankle, like an upside down
bottle.  His were large and tapered. It made his legs look even longer and
more slender.  But close, his thighs and calves were thicker than they
looked from the stands.

His whole body was like that.  When you look at Robbie from the front, his
hips look narrow and small.  But sideways, his round tight ass curves out
from his body like a half-moon, like somebody was pushing his ass from the
sides to make it round out more at the back.  His waist is real narrow and
he has to buy pants that fit his ass and so his pants look too big for him
when you see the slack in the waist.  His shoulders and back were getting
broader too and that made his chest and arms look thin, but when you were
close you could see that his arms were well developed and his chest was
broad.  He looked good and very happy at the track meet and I was glad for
him. I told my Mom and she was happy for him too.


I led my own life after that, that is, I didn't see much of Robbie.
Neither one of us went to each other's house much anymore.  And when the
families visited each other both of us had something else to do.  Chale's
gang got meaner and into more trouble, and as for Robbie, I heard a while
later that he'd dropped out of school and had a job in the valley working
nights and weekends.  But I stayed in school and later dropped the gang,
and decided to go to college.  I became, in my high school sophomore year,
what Chale hated - a college wimp.

My only real problem was the money.  But my dad said that he'd make sure I
had it and that was it.  He was a foreman in construction.  I still worked
out, tried to (and sometimes succeeded) getting laid, but I stayed away
from getting serious 'cause I didn't want to end up pumping gas with a baby
at home before I was eighteen.  I even started to study, and did ok...  Not
great, but ok.


One night, at the beginning of summer, when I barely 15, Chale and I were
cruising Sunset after a dance and I thought I saw Robbie on a corner on
Sunset. I didn't say anything to Chale, but when we found some homeboys, I
borrowed Chale's car and left him there to yell sweet things at the white
girls passing by in their convertibles, and told him I had to go home
early.  We didn't worry about licenses or insurance then. And Chale was
cool.  I didn't tell I'd thought I'd seen Robbie because the corner was
full of putos waiting to get picked up and I didn't want to start no
rumors.

I went by the corner and didn't see him so I parked and went into a diner
across the street.  I saw him again and took a good look at the dude and I
knew it was Robbie. He was even taller, or looked taller and was wearing a
white tank top and raw cotton pants that showed his ass.  They were loose
and tight at the same time. You could see his dick if you looked for it,
like the outline of his long dick under his pants. And his ass stuck out -
and really, no underwear.  His tank top was a see through, and I could tell
he was doing some serious working out.  He did look sexy...

I was going to cross the street to give him some shit but a guy in a shiny
brand new Porsche pulled up and the other vatos on the corner made way for
Robbie as he got in without asking.  The Anglo dude turned to talk to him
as they drove away, Robbie putting on the seat belt.

I borrowed Chale's car the next week, on Tuesday, when nobody needed it,
and went up to Hollywood to look for Robbie.  I waited in the diner and
about ten, Robbie got dropped off by a guy in a van, and I saw Robbie go
into the cafe where these dudes hung out, on the corner, and sit next to
this black kid and talk to him as he ate something.

The waitress threw me out because I'd been there too long, and after I paid
my tab, I walked out the door and saw Robbie walking away from his corner.
I followed him and a few blocks away he went down a narrow street and into
a porno theater.  I thought about it. But the guy selling tickets left the
booth so I jumped the turnstile. I went in. Nobody saw me. But I was
nervous anyway.

It had two curtains, one with a sign that said "Gay." The other curtain
didn't have a sign. I had to get out of sight so I went into the closest
one, the Gay one.

When my eyes got used to the dark I saw Robbie sitting towards the front.
The place had a balcony and I went up and looked over the edge. Robbie had
his long dick out and it looked like he had a hard on, and he was feeling
the head with his thumb and fingers, like he was showing off how long it
was.

I saw that he was showing it to a dude sitting against the wall on the same
row, against the wall, 'cause Robbie had his leg up on the aisle side, and
his foot on the armrest, and the dude kept looking at Robbie's dick and
then his face.  Robbie held up two fingers and the dude nodded.  Robbie put
his dick back in his pants and got up.  The other dude got up too and
followed Robbie out.

I sat next to the aisle at the top of the balcony steps and waited to give
them time to leave.  Then I saw Robbie's head coming up the steps, and ran
to the back, to the other side of the projection booth and the last row of
seats.  I hid behind the seats in front of me and looked for Robbie through
the seat backs. It was hot up there.

Robbie went about two rows in front of me. He stood and looked back, and as
the dude behind him came up, Robbie took off his tank top slowly, letting
the dude (and me) take a good look at the play of the muscles on his body
and arms, lit and colorful as the light from the screen reflected on him.

He sat next to the wall and laid his arm real sexy on the seat back. The
other dude, a big older white guy with a big gut sat next to him and as
Robbie watched the movie, he dude rubbed Robbie's leg and crotch.  He
started rubbing Robbie's chest, and leaned over to kiss Robbie but Robbie
turned his face to the wall.  The dude then began to kiss Robbie's chest
and arms, licking and getting off on the armpits. He pulled Robbie's dick
out of his pants and stroked it.

Robbie lifted himself up as the dude pulled Robbie's pants down, and then
sat back as the dude beat him off and sucked him.  Robbie turned sideways
on the seat and the dude got on his knees between Robbie's legs and I could
see his arm move, beating himself off as he sucked Robbie's dick in and out
of his mouth, up and down with his whole head.

Robbie threw his head back as the guy ran his mouth up and down the dick,
taking it deep and then up and down again. He stroked Robbie's dick and
pulled out his own dick through the zipper and stroked his own. His hand
was bigger than his dick. He really slurped and choked on Robbie's dick and
got real tense. I guess he came. But he kept on sucking the long hard dick
and after a while Robbie moaned loud, like he didn't care who heard him.

The big white dude got up and put his 'chora' back in his own pants and
took out his wallet and threw a couple on Robbie's naked lap. Robbie just
sat there, his pants around his ankles, naked watching the movie, his hand
on his dick as the dude walked away.

The guy on the screen licked the come off a big fat dick, the other dude's
stomach and his own fingers and the movie ended. The house lights went on,
still dim, but enough.  Robbie got up and I didn't have time to do anything
but try to duck and hide my face in my hands.

I felt somebody come into the row and stand next to me.  I looked up. It
was Robbie looking down at me.

"What are you doing here, vato?".

I kind of stuttered my explanation that I'd seen him and followed him. He
sat there and looked straight ahead. The lights dimmed and movies started
again and I felt like running out but Robbie just sat there in my way with
his feet on the armrests in front of him and watched the movie and didn't
say anything.  He wasn't going to let me out.

We both watched the movies and after a while I relaxed and got into it
too. I kinda forgot where I was. The next one had a kid that looked 14, at
least his body did, really good abs and thin but developed chest, thin back
and shoulders, nice legs and ass. He was making out with his older
brother's best friend. He looked like I did last year, good ass and legs,
thin shoulders and chest, and good abs. I muttered to myself that he looked
like a little kid, and Robbie said, in a pissed off way,

"Nah. You got to be 18. They check your birth certificate."

Robbie was still 17.

Anyway, the bigger guy got kind of rough, telling the kid to suck his
dick. But the kid didn't blink and went for the guy's crouch, unzips his
pants and pulls the hard cut dick from the guy's pants. He starts sucking
it, looking up at the guy, smiling at him as he wraps his red lips around
it. The bigger guy pushed his pants down his thighs as the boy sucked, and
then he had the little dude stand up and take his clothes off.

The little kid got naked real fast. He even took the guy's shoes off and
pulled off his pants. He went right back to his cock sucking. He just went
up and down on the thick white dick, his lips around it a thin red line,
liked the hairy balls, and up again to the dickhead. The guy had him stand
up again, and sucked the kid's boner, kind of thin, round and long enough,
with a pink- red head a little bigger than the shaft.

He had the kid get on all fours on the couch and fucked him. Somehow he'd
gotten a rubber on it. Anyway, he fucked the kid for a while, the kid, in a
high pitched wimpy voice telling him,

"Oh yeah, fuck me... yeah please fuck me... harder." And, "feels sooo
good."

He got the kid on his back, his blond curls against the couch arm rest, and
had the kid blow him, fucking his mouth, no rubber. Then he fucked the kid
again (with a rubber again). The kid, on his back, the dude's dick up his
ass (you could see it go in and out) started beating off, going,

"Oh, oh, oohh."

There was this shot of them fucking looked down from the kid's head,
showing his body getting fucked with long strokes from the big guys' hard
thick tool going in and out. The kid's body looked nice as he stroked his
dick, his nice 6 pack abs, his ass getting a real fucking.  They fuck for a
while and the kid comes first, the thin dick in his hand shooting on his
chest and on his stomach. He kept stroking his streaming dick as the bigger
dude pulled out and peeled the rubber off. The kid all excited and smiling,
raised body on the armrest and got his face real close to the hard dick
getting stroked by his head. The guy grunts standing beside the blond head,
and beat off, leaning in and coming on the kid's open mouth face.

The boy took the first shots on his cheek and then started sucking it
again. He stroked it as he sucked the hard streaming tool - and licked it
all over, the big balls too, making sure he got all the come. Then he sat
up on the couch to suck the thick dick more, holding the hard cock shaft
between his thumb and two knuckled, thin dainty white fingers, sucking the
slit of the dick like he was finishing a coke through a straw. Then he
looked up and giggled and held the hard wet dick against his pretty girl
face, smiling and giggling, and the movie ended.

Robbie got off on the next one, one black dude and a white dude, the white
guy was fixing a light bulb standing on a table wearing shorts, and the
black dude fucking around pretending he was fixing a telephone looking up
the white dude's shorts looking at the white guy's balls and dick.  He
starts feeling the white dude's crotch and pulls on the long white limp
dick and starts sucking on it. The white dude's eyes get big, then he takes
his shirt off and lowered his pants and pretty soon they're both naked
getting it on. Most of these porno guys had decent bodies - nice
chests. Some did have little pot bellies though.

Robbie got into it, rubbing his dick and pressing it against his leg when
the white dude's kneeling on the floor sucking the thick black dick, and
then sucks the black balls and then, goes under the dude to suck and kiss
the black dude's asshole, sticking his face into the long, full crack,
while the black dude beats off.

Robbie turned to me and asked me if I remembered when he stayed at my house
and I snorted and said "este vato" under my breath.  He'd just gotten
sucked off. He pulled his dick out and he had a hard on again, beating off!
He laughed his laugh and turned to the movie, still feeling his dick. I
wanted to stroke it - but not here. But I did give it a good squeeze and
then stroked it.

After the black dude fucked the white dude hard in all kinds of positions
he beat off and came on the white dude's open-mouthed face. The white dude
takes the streaming dick head in his mouth and sucks it. The white guy beat
off on the black dude's chest and spread his come on the guy's chest with
his big dick. They kissed and the short ended.

Robbie said "let's go" and I followed him out. The guy at the booth gave me
a dirty look and was about to say something. Robbie slipped a bill under
the window and we kept on walking.  But all the questions that I was going
to ask Robbie kinda disappeared. He liked this homo shit.

We didn't talk much and walked up Hollywood and went into a hamburger joint
and sat in a booth.  Robbie asked about my family and I told him about his
family too.  He asked me point blank, looking at me if I was going to tell
them.

I said "no". Your dad would kill you if I told him... He'd kill me first
for telling him and then he'd kill you."

Robbie laughed.  He loosened up and we felt like friends again.  It was
cool with me what he was.  I felt bad for his Mom, though.

I started to go up to Hollywood on the Sunset bus to look for him once in a
while as school ended.  I was trying to get a job with the county, and they
kept telling me to come back, so I went downtown a lot for a while and then
up Sunset.

One time I borrowed Chale's car and we met the La Brea tar pits and as we
were walking around the museum, Robbie asked me if I remembered where his
house had been before it burned down.  We'd been real tight when he lived
in that house.

I said "sure."


He told me what happened:

One day Robbie was working out in his back yard with weights his dad had
gotten him and this dude that lived in the apartment house they had built
across the alley came over to watch and give Robbie advice. Robbie's whole
block was turning into apartments. But his family still had their house and
a big yard. Everybody in the neighborhood knew this guy they called Indio,
and he was a postman.  I knew who he was 'cause we knew he had played for
UCLA but had to drop out of college because he'd gotten a girl pregnant or
something.

Robbie just thought the dude was being friendly, and he had seen Indio
washing his van in the alley and knew Indio worked out.  He had the build
of a fullback - all thick, big short muscles and no neck.  He was about
5'10" tall and just as wide.

Indio invited Robbie to work out in his apartment where he said he had a
real good set of weights.  And after a couple of invitations, Robbie took
him up on it.  He said Indio lent him the key to the apartment and when
Robbie worked out Indio would watch and give him advice, what exercises to
do and reps and stuff like that.

One day soon after that, while Robbie was working out in the apartment,
Indio showed up drunk.  Robbie said he hadn't thought Indio would be there
and had stripped to his underwear and was working out in front of the
closet mirror.  Indio started to feel Robbie's body and tell Robbie how
'nice' his muscles were developing, and when Robbie started to get
uncomfortable, like he was going to leave, Indio went into the bathroom to
take a shower.  He came out with a towel around his waist and started to
tell Robbie how to do curls as he dried himself and showed his short, thick
cock.  He had a hard on.

While Robbie was doing curls in front of the mirror, Indio grabs him from
behind. Robbie tried to get away, dropping the weights, but Indio was too
strong, and pushed him on the bed, stripping his shorts off. Indio lay on
top of him, fucking him on the bed. Then he made Robbie stand up and sat on
the bed and pulled Robbie down.  Sitting on the bed with Robbie in his lap,
Indio whispered, if he liked it and how he could tell Robbie was queer when
Robbie kept looking at his dick.

"You like it, don't you, you little faggot," Indio kept saying. "Look at
your dick. You get a hard on just fucking on my dick."

Robbie said he had to put his hands on the bed to keep his balance as Indio
pumped his dick in and out his ass. He had to lean back to give Indio room
to pump his thick short dick in and out, and as he arched his back he felt
a strong kind of feeling go from his asshole up to his brain.  He started
moving his ass up and down on Indio's dick. Indio pulled him down on his
dick and came.

Robbie leaned back, and kept on moving easily now, with Indio's come
greasing up his hole, smooth and painless up and down on Indio's dick. He
said it felt really good, that I had no idea.

Robbie's dick was waving side to side as he slid up and down the thick
short dick, and felt his dick get ready to come. And he came too, his long
dick waving side to side, shooting lines of come, shooting strong, again
and again, on his arms and chest, dripping down the long waving hard shaft
to his balls. He said it was intense. He had never felt coming so strong,
so good.

Indio came again too, up Robbie's ass. Robbie pulled off the dick and sat
next to Indio.

He kept saying, "It was intense, really strong. It was intense."

Indio got up and pulled Robbie by the hair into a closet. Robbie said he
still had a hard on, and he pressed his feet up against the closet wall and
got his dick real close to his mouth. He said he could reach it with his
tongue. He stroked his dick, licking the drops of come still in his dick
off the head as he squeezed them out. He was still hot and beat off,
stroking his dick pointing it to his mouth and came again, shooting into
his mouth and licking the shooting dickhead as he came.

He waited for a while. When he tried to leave he found Indio on the bed,
still drinking, really drunk.  Indio saw him and told Robbie to suck his
dick. Robbie'd never sucked dick before and he said he wanted to see how it
felt, so he got between Indio's thick thighs and took the soft uncut dark
dick in his mouth. He pulled on the soft foreskin with his teeth, peeled it
back to lick and suck the head, running up and down on it.  When it got
harder, he bit and pulled on the foreskin.  He licked up and down the dick,
and licked and sucked the hairy balls. He even rolled them around in his
mouth. He said it was fun.

Indio told him to suck on his nipples and Robbie did licking and biting the
little hard round tubes on the big powerful pecs as Indio finger fucked
him.  Hard again, Indio got up and pulled Robbie by the hair to a chair,
and had him hold on to the back of a chair, in front of the mirror, and
watched Robbie's face as he forced his thick short hard cock up his ass. He
fucked Robbie hard, pulling at his shoulders, turning and twisting Robbie's
head to kiss him.

He finally let Robbie go but told him that if he didn't come over when he
told him to, he would tell the guys in the neighborhood that Robbie was
queer and liked getting fucked in the ass.

Robbie said he thought that now that he was going along with fucking Indio
it would get better. He like it and did all his workouts at Indio's
apartment. But it got worse and worse.  Indio would only get madder and
madder. He would make Robbie work out naked and liked to watch, Robbie
said, half smiling.

He got to be really afraid of Indio, and the fear would make him really
strain on his workouts.  Indio started drinking even more and to call him
out at different times and he wouldn't know what to tell his family. He'd
even go to their back yard to yell for him.

One time Indio came to the back door and frightened his Mom. She told him
that if he didn't stop bothering them she'd call the cops. That calmed him
down for a while, but he kept getting drunker and drunker, meaner and
meaner.

One day Indio was really drunk again and slapped Robbie's face and ass real
hard, and tried to stick pins in Robbie's ass, then his nipples and when
Robbie started to really fight back, Indio slapped him hard against his
head, threw him into the shower and pissed on Robbie's face.  Robbie said
he didn't know what was happening, and thought Indio had turned the shower
on, and then he realized Indio was trying to piss into his mouth.

Robbie said he started puking and shaking so hard he couldn't stop and
Indio let him go home.  He was real scared. Late that night, when Indio
started yelling for him from his family's back yard, Robbie went down to
calm him down. He tripped on a gas can in the garage. Indio was really loud
just outside the garage back door. Robbie didn't know what to do. So he
went back in the kitchen and got some matches and set a fire in the garage
just to get away from this guy.  But the whole house burned down.

He told me all this in a real quiet voice in the Museum of Natural History,
in front of the models of little cavemen in a little village skinning a big
elephant. I didn't know what to think about him getting fucked and sucking
dick, about setting fire to his own house.

It was Indio they arrested and convicted of arson. He was too drunk to
defend himself and got his story all screwed up. They matched a rape kit to
him too and he was doing a whole lot of time.

Robbie looked at me and said, "But he was right. I did like it. I am
queer. Indio made me a queer."

He looked at me like he expected me to say something... I couldn't look at
him and mumbled something like "that's all right, man," or something stupid
like that.

I was remembering when he had stayed at our house after the fire. I liked
it too, at least with him.


We walked away from the cavemen and got a hamburger at the museum coffee
shop.  We were real quiet. He took the bus to his corner and I took my bus
home.

I started to hang around Robbie more after that, but it was like he needed
to see me, and not just to hang around.  Just walking around Sunset and
Hollywood Boulevards, I saw a sign in a window and got a job bussing at a
steakhouse. Robbie said only suckers do that kind of work, but I know he
didn't mean it. I needed a summer job and the County wasn't coming
through. I spent the rest of the summer hanging around with Robbie in the
early afternoon, and about 4:30 we'd both go to work.

We had pretty much the same hours but I had no idea how much he really
made.  Later I started waiting on tables and making better bread 'cause I
spoke English good. The manager was real nice and showed me what to say and
shit like that. It was a nice restaurant and made really good steaks. I ate
there.

Robbie bought me a membership at a nautilus health club where street gays
like him worked out and I got to know them too. I understood why Robbie
needed a real friend. Some of those guys were cold and would steal from you
if you weren't careful. But they were always laughing and cheerful. But
Robbie had the best body. I had a pretty good one too. I learned a lot
about muscles at the nautilus place, and got pretty well-built myself. We'd
work out together on the different machines, and then get something to eat
before work.

I never asked him about his work, but we would talk. Being a bus boy and
waiter wasn't all that interesting.  He just said he got off on men getting
off on his body - but to hang around on the street?  Having sex with
strangers, with anybody? What kind of summer job is that?


He told me first time he was walking just around Sunset, up near
Hollywood. It was a hot day and he took his t-shirt off. A big car, a
Bentley pulled up next to him and the driver called him over.

The guy asked him what he was up to and Robbie told him he was just walking
around. The guy asked if he wanted a date and Robbie asked,

"What kind of date?"

The guy just smiled and put the car back in gear. Robbie was curious and
had never been in a big expensive car like that, so he said,

"Wait. Sure."  Robbie thought that the guy wanted him to take his ugly
daughter to a dance or something.

The guy told him to get in and drove him up Sunset to this big rich house
on top of a hill.  Robbie still had his shirt off, feeling the smooth
leather on his back. The guy felt his chest and told him he had beautiful
skin.

"You're a birthday present for a friend of mine. Just get naked and do what
he says and we'll be all right." He's kind of old so it won't be like a big
thing."

They went in and found the old guy in a robe, on the phone. His friend
said, "Happy Birthday."  They kissed on the cheek. The old guy motioned to
an open bedroom door. The guy led him in and told Robbie to get naked and
take a shower. He took Robbie's clothes back to the living room and turned
on a big TV and sat on this big long sofa.

Robbie sat on the bed and saw himself in the big mirrors. He found the big
bathroom with a big sunken tub, and stepped in and turned the shower
on. There was a big mirror there too and Robbie saw how really good he
looked. The old guy came in to the bedroom, still on the phone and pulled
the sheets back, and got into bed in silk pajamas.

He wasn't even scared or nervous. It all felt normal, he said, like this
was what it was supposed to be. No big deal.

He got out of the shower, making sure the old man saw him dry off with a
really big fluffy towel. He wrapped it around his waist and went back into
the bedroom. The old guy, still on the phone, in bed, patted the space on
the bed next to him. Robbie sat beside him on top of the covers and leaned
back on the big soft pillows.

The old guy, still on the phone felt Robbie up with his free hand, and
holding the phone on his chest said,

"You've got beautiful velvet skin. And holding Robbie's heavy cock, "and a
really beautiful dick." He felt Robbie's hip bones sloping down to his
pubic hair.

"... young, too - beautiful."

Robbie liked it. He admired himself in the mirror, watching the old man's
hand run up and down his chest, feeling and pulling on his hard dick. He
didn't know if he should feel up the old man or what, so he waited to be
told what to do.

The old man was talking on the phone:

"Yes, it's the same deal. You get director choice. It's a beautiful coming
of age story. I wanted to make it a Last Picture Show. But I know you'll
get along with Tony very well. I had thought about Lester. But Tony's been
with me for years and knows how I work. And he can call whenever he wants."

He listened still feeling Robbie up, and finally said, "I know. But I don't
know when or how this chemo will work out. I don't want to hold this
project back. It's a winner. I wish you the best."  Then, thank you.

Robbie just lay back and felt the big soft hand on his dick get
tighter. The Old man put the phone down on a nightstand and turned to the
body lying next to him.

"Nice," he said. He bent over and sucked on the dick, up and down for a
while, slurping, getting It wet.

"On your knees."

Robbie got on his knees on the bed and saw himself on a closet mirror. The
old man told him to turn around and he did, and the old man felt his back,
down to his full round ass. Robbie tightened it up for him. The old man
kissed the hard round cheeks and felt the crack, putting a finger or two up
the puckered hole. He finger-fucked Robbie as he rubbed his face against
the ass cheeks, going from one to the other.

"Turn around."

The old man took Robbie's stiff long dick in his hand and looked at it,
smelled it, licked it, and sucked the long hard pole, mouthing and licking
it, licking the tight hanging balls, running his mouth up to the head,
licking it and taking it full in his mouth. Robbie liked watching his dick
slide in and out of this rich white man's open mouth, watching the white
tongue lick his dick and balls and then lick back to the head wet with spit
and slime. He watched himself in the mirrors too, his round ass flexing as
he pushed and pulled his dick in and out of the old man's face, his stomach
flexing a six-pack.

The old white man lay back on the pillows breathing hard. He told Robbie to
straddle his chest and Robbie did, the old man's big soft body between his
wide open spread thighs.

The old man stroked the hard dick right in front of his face. He sucked it
as deep as he could, and then, holding the long hard dick tight looked up
and told Robbie,

"Fuck my face."

Robbie did. At first he didn't know how deep to go, the old man was already
taking it deep.  The man took Robbie's hands and put the white head between
them, and told him to fuck away.  So Robbie did, first just deep and then
deep and hard, pressing against the old man's face. It didn't matter how
old the guy was, a willing eager throat was all he felt, down and deep,
down and deeper, until he was coming and pulled out, his dick dragging long
gobs of thick spit.

"Don't stop," the old man gasped."

So Robbie went back to his work, starting slow again but picking up the
thrusts, admiring his long flexed young body in the mirror, in and out,
deep and hard, feeling the old guy's nose against his pubes, admiring his
hips and round ass sway back and forth against the spit covered face.

And he came, once, twice, three, four times, deep in the soft willing
throat.

The old man kept Robbie's body against his face, holding his ass, pulling
it against his face as hard as he could. When he finally let go and Robbie
pulled out he was surprised how long his dick took to slowly slide out of
the drooling, gasping mouth.

Robbie got the towel and tried to clean the old man's face. It was covered
in drool and come.  The guy waved it away, and called out to his friend,
who had watched it all.

Lying back on the pillows, eyes closed, he said, "Tony, make sure this
young man is well taken care of.

Tony waved his hand to Robbie to come out of the bedroom. He motioned to
Robbie's clothes on the sofa and told him to get dressed.

"That was hot," he said, and went back to the bedroom to tell the old man
they were leaving.  The old man thanked Tony for thinking of him, that he
appreciated it "very, very much." As Robbie dressed, the old man and Tony
talked, but Robbie wasn't listening. He was looking around the big house
and fancy furniture, paintings, taking all of it in.

Tony handed Robbie a handful of $100 bills that Robbie just stuffed in his
pocket. Going down the hill past these big rich Pacific Palisade houses,
Tony was smiling and happy.

"Wish I had time to do you myself," he said. "I've got to be on the set
early."

"What's your number?"

"Don't have one," Robbie said.

Tony reached to his wallet and took three big ones out. "Buy yourself a
phone and call this number," he said, handing Robbie a card. Just leave a
message that Rex called.

Robbie smiled as he told me. "Rex means 'king,' he said.

Tony dropped him off at a corner on Sunset, where some young guys were
hanging out on the corner. Robbie had never been there before, but he got
the message. He got out of the car and thanked Tony.

"I had a good time," he said. Tony laughed and drove away.

The other guys told him the corner was taken and to go away. So he walked
down Thelma, and sat on a chain in front of a closed parking lot. When he
was sure nobody was watching he pulled out the wad of bills. He counted out
$2,000 - plus the $300. So he walked down the street and bought a phone. He
called Tony who answered. Tony said cool, and made a date for the next
week, early.

It was just the beginning of summer. Robbie had Hollywood regulars. No
actors, just producers, a couple of agents and staff. He said actors and
directors got all the young pussy and dick they wanted, free. But his
regulars were rich too, and nice. He sometimes got a dinner, but always
lots of money. And they always used rubbers. He said he only did pickups
and the porno theatre when he was bored.

I remembered all of this in bits and pieces, and it came to me that Robbie
needed sex, a lot of it. He was like a junkie, he needed it. He got off on
guys getting off on him and needed it. He just thought that there was
nothing wrong with it.


But I still couldn't sleep in that musty cabin loft, my hot hard, wet
leaking dick in my hand.