Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2008 10:15:25 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Nick, My Hero of the Roaring Twenties" by Jay Roberts  Gay Historical

The cultural and interpersonal changes from the 1920' contrasted with
today, in America are tremendous.  Recreation of those times required
watching old movies and reading F. Scot Fitzgerald.  S-o-o, while there may
be some educative matters slipped between the "other" stuff, it is still
mean for those persons over eighteen.  If you are not "Twenty-three
skidoo."


Nick was some swell guy.  He let me hang around and pretended that I was of
some use in his job.  We were both the same age, twenty-two,, but we came
from entirely different backgrounds.  I guess you could call me a "swell"
as I was brought up on an estate in Rockland County, attended an exclusive,
private prep school, followed by Columbia University.

Nick never graduated high school.  He really didn't need an education.  His
physical beauty and aggressive, fearless nature was sufficient preparation
for life.

We talked differently and looked quite unalike.  Nick was slim, graceful of
body and had a gorgeous face, crowned by thick, sexy eyebrows and lustrous
brown eyes.  Those eyes were part of his power.  They shown with an inner
light that could transfix one by his stare.

I had, what is called an upper class accent, somewhat like that of FDR.
Nick spoke through his lips around a smoking cigarette, speaking only when
he had too.  This made his words count for a lot.

Me, Henry had, I guess, my own uniqueness.  I was a big guy.  No fat, just
big.  I was six feet three and weighted almost three hundred pounds.  This
physique did me well for football, but my rugged body was counterbalanced
with a boyish face.

What was our relationship? Were we lovers?  Pals? Business associates?
Well, not lovers, not that I would eschew that, but not pals either.  Nick
keep everyone, me included, at arms length.  He was a mystery and he wanted
it to remain that way.  I think he thought that letting people in would
weaken his power.

I did have a function, although I was never called on to exercise it.  I
was his "enforcer."  Nick worked for a mysterious "Big Boss" I never met.
Nicks job seemed to require driving around town, stopping into bars and
hotels and picking up brown envelops, fat with....I guess cash.  My large
presence he dubbed "The enforcer.  I guess my football body added power to
Nick's dangerous presence.

Nick drove a new Caddy.  That year, 1920 was a beauty.  It was black of
course, dangerously black, and long.  The grill was similar to a Rolls
Royce.  Inside, the gray woven seats and walnut trimming smells so good
that it made me dizzy.  Nick's lavender shave lotion added to the delicious
smells.

Traveling form one destination to another I would watch Nick's capable
hands as they held the wooden steering wheel.  He indulged in frequent
manicures and his perfect arched, glossy nails were glamorized further with
clear nail lacquer.  His hands were very smooth.  The almost feminine look
was tempered by the fine black hairs that grew on the backs of his hands,
now glinting in the sun.

"Watchca looking at Hank?  My hands?  Yeah I just got a fresh manicure
today.  Didjuno I also get my feet nails done too.  Betcha never heard of
that.  I'm particular about my appearance.  Notice I get professional
shaves, they're the best."

Yeah, every morning Nick would get dressed, but carry his collar and tie in
his pocket, his heavy natural beard grown out during the night.  His usual
chair was waiting and the young barber who I think lived for his time each
morning with the good looking Italian thug, settled him in and covered his
face with a warm towel, the better to look over Nick's heavy thighs and
bulging crotch.  I sat there on occasion, reading a paper, watching this
distinctly sexual scene.

Nick once told me that the barber was "sweet" on him.  "If I asked, I could
get a hot mouth on my prick.  Don't you think so?"

"Sure," I told him.  "Everyone's after your sex organ."

He laughed, that special Nick laugh, wet and hot. "You too, I think.  Yeah
Hank, just ask, I might just let you."

"Oh sure, I'm just dying to play the queer for you."

Then he would laugh again, leaving me thinking that there was more to his
idle remark than he let on.

"Henry!  Henry!"  It was my mother calling me on the intercom.  "You have a
call from a Nick."

"Okay, you can hang up.  I'll take it on my phone up here."

This was the first time he had ever called me.  Usually when I haven't
heard from him I'd call him.  Most often he seemed glad to hear from me and
asked me to meet him in the hotel lobby.

Nick lived at the Astor Hotel in Times Square.  He liked being where the
action was.

Incidentally, I knew that Nick didn't have a girl friend.  He told me that
he didn't want to get involved with cunts.  "When I need it, I call one of
my pros and she takes care of me.  I met one of his girls; she told me that
Nick offered to treat me to an oral job.  "I do it better than the boys he
sees.  Ask him."  So I found out two things, he has boys and girls, but
oral only.  H-mmm/

"Yes Nick.  I'm on.  Mother get off."

"Listen kid, we have two important calls tomorrow.  I need you as a body
guard, huh.  You like that title?  I want you to knock on my door tomorrow,
Suite 408; the desk will okay you to go up.  Come at six AM.  We need an
early start."

This would be the first time I would be in his hotel suite.  Naturally, I
agreed.

Nick had left a message that I was allowed to come up.  I entered the
elevator.  The white-gloved operator stared at me and looked to the desk
for an okay.  Apparently he got it as he suddenly became very respectful.
"Nice morning we're having sir."

I just grunted in arch annoyance that a lackey dared to address me.  I
knocked on the suite door and after a few moments Nick opened it.  He was
wearing a white silk dressing gown with gold letters on the pocket, DR, for
Dominick Rome.  "Come in Palley.  I'm just about to get dressed."  He moved
into the living room and as he walked he allowed the dressing gown to slide
off his shoulders and it fell into a heap on the floor.  This was the first
time I had seen him nude.  Frankly, he was a god, but a somewhat hairy god.
His narrow muscular backside was covered with fine black hair and there was
a similar patch at the back of his waist.  He turned toward me smiling, no
hair on his chest, but the was a profusion of black hair on his belly.
Below that his hairy crotch nearly concealed his...I hate to say
it...baby-sized penis.

Still seeing him naked got me kinda worked up and my thin summer pants
hardly concealed my large organ's shape pressing outward.  Nick noted it,
and winked.  "Hey, Kiddo, you go a nice weapon there.  Maybe sometime
you'll show it to me."

His clothes were layed out on the bed.  He entered the bedroom and beckoned
me to follow.  First he lifted his white union suit.  "It's silk.  Want to
feel it?"  I shook my head no.  Then he put on his shirt.  It was one of
those white shirts with a stripped dickey front.  Nice.  Now he stood
looking really cute, the shirt reached almost to his knees and below his
hairy, shapely legs were framed by the shirttails.  He reached for his dark
chalk striped trousers; the braces were already buttoned on.  As he drew up
his trousers I noticed that they had a slit at the waist in back and two
pointed sections held the rear suspender buttons.  Real Beau Brummel He sat
on the edge of the bed and slide up his black silk socks and fastened his
leg guarders.  Then came the patent leather shoes and pale gray spats.
Must be a special occasion.  He shoved the separate collar and pear gray
tie in the jacket pocket, donned the gray vest and put the jacket on over
his shoulder.  I call that Italian gangster style.

His hat was an almost white fedora.  He put it on slouched over his eyes
and waved me toward the elevator.  It was waiting for him.  Inside the
narrow space I saw that he had not shaved.  He caught me looking at him.
"Yeah you whale, you are right.  Barbershop is the next stop.  It's early,
but Mario is opening for me.

Mario was the young barber that Nick preferred.  Today he was not wearing
his usual high-necked white jacket, but instead he was shirtless, the top
of his union suit bared his strong olive skinned arms.

We entered.  "Sit on the empty barber chair next to me," Nick commanded.

Mario put a cloth on Nick and lowered his chair so that he was prone.
Mario smiled at me and whispered.  "He's a sheik, yes?"  I made no reply.
Next came the warm lather that was slathered on the whiskery face.  I heard
Nick purring in pleasure at the attention.  Again I began to get stiff and
my penis snaked its way down one pants leg.  I closed my eyes to gain some
composure but jumped as the boyish Mario rubbed his hand along the bulge.
Nick didn't see it as his face was covered with the damp, warm cloth.
Mario oozed sexuality.  His teeth gleamed under his luxurious handlebar
moustache.  He was younger than Nick and I, yet his ability to control the
sexual situation was mature.

I realized that Nick had fallen asleep, lulled by the stroking of his
penis.  Steady snores filled my ears from the sleeping Italian rough neck.
Mario noticed too.  "See my pet has fallen asleep.  He always does.  The
warm cloth on his face reminds him of his babyhood.  He's a diaper boy, no
doubt.  He comes each day for his "treament".  And I don't only mean the
shave."

"What do you mean?"  I grunted out, my voice and breathing affected by
Mario's master stroking of my clothed penis.  He was now busy in opening my
fly's buttons and extracting the projectile in my pants.  He had left off
stimulating Nick.

"I mean that Nick is an ass man, his ass.  Right now in his sleep his
asshole is sucking air like a blowfish.  He needs his daily fuck.  I
usually oblige, in the rear room I have set up for my "customers" who like
to play.  Today however it will be your turn to insert that monster in his
fuzzy ass.  Have you ever indulged in pederasty?  Nick has confessed that
he is longing for you to enter him."

"No never, but I think I would like to try."

"Good boy, I will awaken Nick and we'll all go into the back chamber.  We
almost an hour before the shop must open."

Nick woke up and smiled.  He rubbed his crotch.  "Did you talk to him
about, you know?"

The adorable Mario stroked his moustache and smiled wetly.  "Yes.  It is
all set.  You be get the fuck of your life from your cohort."

As soon as the door to the little bedroom in the rear was closed, Mario
assisted Nick in removing his clothes.  "Such beautiful tailoring.  I will
be careful and hang everything up."  Soon Nick was naked.  He perched on
the edge of the bed and watched as Mario helped me to get undressed.  Nick
had seen me undressed only once as the occasion when we when to the steam
baths in Coney Island.  At that time he said I reminded him of a grown up
baby.  He remarked that I had no hair on my body, except a little reddish
blond above my penis.  I noticed that his eyes shown on time and he covered
his prick.

Nick was breathing audibly.  Mario quickly undressed also.  Why?  I had no
idea until later. He was a beauty, long shapely legs, muscular chest and a
profusion of black pubic hair covering his long hanging penis.  He came
over to Nick and rubbed his shoulder.  "Now Nicky sweet boy, you are to
lean over the desk in the corner and await your ultimate pleasure."  Nick
dumbly obeyed.  This was a Nick I had never seen before.  His handsome
backside was elevated and pushed out.  I could see the curly hair ringed
red opening puckering and opening in a pulsating rhythm.

As for me, I was in blind, animalistic consciousness.  Mario put his hand
on the small of my back.  His hand was warm and urgent.  He steered me to
my prize.  He took my long, fat cock and pushed slid the cover back to the
rim and pushed me forward.  Nick's ass was almost salivating and my prick
entered easily.  Nick jumped and cried out in pleasure at the entry, his
ass pushing back for more sensation.  I knew what he wanted, and ever
though I was totally inexperienced some ancient ability asserted itself.
"Okay Sport," I intoned, "Here is what you want."

I pushed fully into his steaming insides and rested there a moment.  He was
shaking and trembling, as I remained unmoving.  Then I slowly withdrew,
almost out of this anis.  "Please don't leave me," he cooed in a baby
voice.  "Go back in.  Make me cry with pleasure."

Behind me, I heard Mario giggling.  "He is such a glutton for sex, the boy.
I will give him more."  Then speaking into Nick's ear, he said, "I am
coming around in front.  You need a pacifier in your mouth.  You know you
always love it."  Nick's mouth formed a pucker and Mario inserted his
dripping organ into the pucker.  Nick then opened and took the long thin
penis into his mouth and sucked like it was a baby bottle nipple.

I resumed my own pleasure.  I was beginning to lose a sense of others in
the room and my mind whirled in excitement.  I reared back and began a
heavy fucking of Nick, forgetting that he was a dangerous thug and my
superior in the rackets.  He kept crying out and mewling like a baby as my
potent cock massaged his innards.  His sucking was loud and the sound added
to the sexual atmosphere of the little room Soon Mario's eyes closed
tightly as he felt he was reaching his orgasm.  His pretty lips, under his
moustache puckered in a kissing position.  His tongue lolled out at the
side and he gasped loudly.  "Nicky, Nicky, get ready for my barber's milk."
He began a fucking motion and suddenly froze as Nicky began gulping the
heavy shots of sperm that the barber delivered.  This whole scene and my
vigorous fucking of Nicky were fast bringing on my own explosion.  I
dutifully reached around Nick's slim waist and found his small erect penis
within his heavy public hair and began stroking it with two fingers.

He reared up.  I felt slimy ejaculate coating my hand and at the same time
his asshole began undulating around my tightly lodged prick.  He was
masturbating me with his ass and I soon was lost in the moments before
shooting.  I realized I was moaning loudly, then I stopped resisting and
slid precipitously into the cum of my life.  It was so heavy and the
feeling so intense that I passed out a moment.

When I came back to my self, there was Nick sitting on the bed, lighting a
cigarette, his old cocky attitude returning, bit by bit.  Mario was
applauding.  "What a great performance.  Hank, you are a master fucker.
Nick, you are lucky to have him.  And as for me, I am totally empty, what a
cum."

Mario sponged us both with a fragrant cloth and helped Nick dress.  I was
left to do it myself, such delineated boss and assistant.

Outside on the street, Nick found his dark Caddy and we started out.  "Now
Sport, the first stop is at Lincoln House Hotel.  The bar there hasn't paid
in three weeks and we have to strong-arm them.  Get your nasty face on.
Remember, you're the man who can really hurt them.  Are you ready?

"Yes Boss.  I'm tough, mean and dangerous."

"Right.  And if you do a good scare job, we might just go back to the hotel
and...you know.  Are you up for that later?"

"I am fucking ready."


End


I am sure that you too have discovered really tough guys who are natural
bottoms, bless them.