Date: Thu, 07 Feb 2002 06:42:41 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 15

Across the Alley XV


	Jack and I had the house to ourselves Saturday morning, but I was leaving
on a planned trip to New York on Business.   My flight was at 11:00 AM, and
I was busy trying to pack and get myself organized when the telephone rang.
Jack answered it, and then handed me the receiver.
	"Some guy named Samuels."  I took the phone from him explaining it was
Danny's English instructor.
	"Hello Mister Samuels."  I listened to him for a few minutes, and heard he
was in serious need of cock.  His wife had been ragging him for days about
what a good for nothing person he was, and he was in desperate need of
reassurance of his self worth.  I've never understood why women felt the
need to demoralize their husbands as a control mechanism.  Most married guys
I had met would be happy to go through life doing anything their puss supply
wanted, but not a one would put up with being run down by their wife for
long.  In my opinion, it was why most husbands strayed.  If your wife
thought you were apiece of shit, it was easier to look elsewhere for
approval.
	"I'm sorry to hear that George.  I can understand why you feel that way.
No, I can't, I'm flying to New York this morning and just can't.  Hold on a
second,"  I put my hand over the receiver, and looked for Jack.  "I'll be
right back George."  I put the phone down on the bed, and went looking for
Jack.
	He was in the kitchen pouring coffee.  He handed me a cup, and I told him
briefly about George Samuels. "He's really in a deep dark closet, and needs
to blow off steam.  I'd like to suggest you to get together for some play
time today, since I can't help him."
	"What's he like?"
	"About fifty, handsome, white hair, and a nice hard ten inch dick."  His
eyebrows arched as he looked at me over his steaming cup.
	"Ten inches?"
	"A beaut, and he knows how to use it if you lead the way.  He's not very
experienced, but wants to please.  You and he could have a good time, and he
heeds it bad."
	"I don't know David."  He set his cup down on the counter.
	"Just talk to him for a bit, and make your own decision."
	"I can't imagine doing this if he's so needy."
	"I can guarantee you won't regret it."
	"You've been there?"
	"Me and Danny both.  He's really a hot loving man who is trapped in a bad
marriage.  Sort of like you were if you think about it."
	"What about you?"
	"Come on Jack.  I love you.  You love me.  This is not about love as much
as it is about some good dick while I'm not available.  I'm telling you
you'll enjoy this hook up if you'll just let yourself go for it."
	"All right, all right, I'll talk to him."  He picked up the phone on the
wall and handed it to me.  "Introduce me."
	"George?  Thanks for holding.  I've talked to my lover Jack, and explained
the situation...yes, you'll like him...yeah he wants to talk to you...yeah,
I'll leave you two to work out the details.  I've got to finish packing."  I
handed the receiver to Jack, and beat it back to the bedroom to listen in on
the conversation.  When I picked up the phone, George was deep into a
depreciation of his wife's personality.  The word bitch was the most common
description of the woman.
	"OK, OK, George," Jack interrupted his diatribe.  "I get the picture.  I
had one of those in my life too.  She finally left me and our sons for her
boss.  It pissed me off for a long time, but with David's help and my sons,
I got over it."
	"How did you do that?"  George seemed relieved he could stop complaining
about his wife.
	"I guess, I just got in touch with myself, and what I found most satisfying
sexually.  I had to admit to myself that sex with my wife hadn't satisfied
me for a long time.  I realize now, that it was really a relief when I
learned she's left me.  I was confused in my thinking, and most of it was
tied up with my guilt about not providing my sons with a stable home life.
Do you have children?"
	"A daughter, married and two grand kids."  George's voice was a bit shaky
when he spoke these words.
	"Well, you can't live your life for them."  Jack's compassionate tone of
voice brought a deep sigh from George.
	"I'm beginning to realize that.  But what can I do?"
	"Why don't you come on over, and we'll commiserate about it."  Jack was
hooked on George's soap opera.
	"When can I come over that's convenient?"
	"I've got to run David to Sky Harbor in a few minutes.  Nine/eleven has
made it a two to three hour clearance time to get on a plane.  If you can
get here before we have to leave, you can ride out there with us, then we
can talk a little more on the way back home."
	"Great.  I'll leave right now."  They hung up, and I dropped the phone into
the cradle, and finished up my packing.
	We were loading my suitcase into the trunk of Jack's car, when George
pulled up at the curb.  Jack whistled under his breath when he caught sight
of George for the first time.
	"You don't mind leaving me with this silver fox?"  He made a clicking noise
with his mouth, and smiled at me.  "Handsome guy."
	"You just play all you want buddy.  Just remember where you sleep at
night."  He laughed, and pecked me on the cheek.  George was walking up the
driveway, and I dropped the trunk lid, and turned to introduce him to Jack.
	The ride to the airport, was filled with banter between the two of them,
comparing their unfortunate relationships with their wives.  They kept
saying things like `man what a cunt,' commiserating with each other.  By the
time I got out of the back seat and pulled my bag from the trunk, Jack and
George were not sorry to see me go.  I set my bag on the curb, and stepped
around to the driver's window and squeezed Jack's shoulder.
	"Go home and fuck your brains out and have a hell of a time."  I leaned
down enough to see George smiling at Jack and me.  "You too George.  Plug
him once for me."
	"Have a good trip David," Jack said.
	"You don't know the half of it.  I plan on partying every night while I'm
there.  New York is crawling with young men in need of fucking.  I'll get my
share don't you worry."
	"Play safe," Jack blew me a kiss off his fingers, and I patted his chest
and stepped back as he drove away.  I waved at the car, and saw George wave
back at me as they drove away.
	The flight was uneventful, which I consider to be the best kind, and I was
lucky enough to grab a bus at the curb to Park Avenue and Forty-second
street.  Grand Central was beautiful across the street from the bus stop,
and a taxi stand close by, I was soon checking into the Chelsea Hotel, my
favorite bohemian digs in Manhattan.  You never knew who you'd meet in the
lobby or on the elevator, and the rooms were reasonably priced, and
comfortable.
	In the room, I called home to let them know I'd arrived safely.  John
answered on the third ring.  His voice sounded breathless.
	"Hi Dave,"  His voice was husky and he kept grunting slightly.
	"What's up John?"
	"Would you believe I'm getting fucked right now while I'm talking to you?"
	"Who?"
	"George.  Man can he fuck."
	"I know what you mean.  Is your dad around?"
	"Yeah.  He's fucking George."
	"Let me speak to him a minute."
	"You make to the hotel all right?"
	"All checked in.  I guess I don't have to worry about you while I'm gone."
	"I can't thank you enough for introducing us.  George is fantastic.  John
came home an hour ago, and found us napping between sessions, and got us
going again.  Apparently, Danny told the boys all about George's cock, and
he wanted a sample."
	"Well, have fun guys, I'm going to shower and go get something for myself."
	"Have a good time."
	"You can count on it."
	I took a shower, and then headed for the Village, my old stomping grounds.
I had friends I hadn't seen for a year or so, and was hoping to run into
some of them at some of our old dives.
	I had a drink in the dim barroom on Christopher Street where Michael and I
had been regulars.  I didn't see a single man I knew while I was there.  I
spoke to the bartender about what was going on in New York, and he told me
about a hot new club that had opened up in the old meat packing district.
The neighborhood and gentrified and cleaned up considerably, and some gay
businessmen had sort of laid claim to the area that had been so important in
New York's gay history.
	For years, men had met in the area at night.  After regular business hours
the meat district would take on the appearance of an abandoned truck yard.
Many of the trucks belonged to the meat packing companies in the area, and
they were backed up to loading docks and there back doors were almost never
locked.  By day the trucks hauled cut meat to markets all over the city, and
by night, they provided a quiet place out of sight for gay men to meet and
have sex.  It was so prevalent, it was called going to the trucks.
	The bartender gave me directions and told me it wouldn't get rolling unto
after ten PM.  I decided to have a meal, and take in a play I'd noticed
looked interesting down the street.  I enjoyed my evening, and the play
turned out to be little more than an excuse for a group of sexy young men to
take off their clothes and simulate fucking each other.  By the time it was
over, I was ready for the new club, which I reached a little after eleven,
after a walk North through the Village into the packing district.  The
drifting figures of men through the darkened streets, told me the area was
still a notable meeting place for gay men.
	Pausing under a street light, getting my bearings, a young man strolled
into the pool of light and asked me if I wanted to party.  I looked him
over, and saw he was about Danny's age, and his lithe young body was gym
hard, and hot.
	"What did you have in mind?"  I offered him a piece of gum.  He took it
letting his fingers touch mine briefly.
	"I've been following you.  I saw you were alone at the play."  I'd been
sitting in an end seat, and the two seats next to me had remained empty.
	"Really?  Where were you sitting?"
	"I was on the stage.  Nobody ever looks at our faces once we're nude."  I
tried to place him, but realized that unless I could see his naked body and
cock, I probably was guilty of his accusation.
	"Sorry.  I guess your nudity is too distracting.  Why me?"
	"Why you what?"
	"You followed me and want to party.  Are you hustling?"
	"Yeah.  The acting job doesn't pay my rent, and I need to supplement my
income."
	"How much?"
	"What ever.  Since the trade center got hit, times have been tough."
	I looked him over again, and liked what I saw.  His blue eyes were soft and
loving.  He didn't strike me as a suck and roll artist.  I toyed with the
idea of taking him back to the Chelsea with me for the night.  "So why me
then?"
	"I like older guys.  I almost always have a better time with older guys.
The guys my age, usually are less inclined to do anything except use my body
to get off, and then they split.  If I'm going to hook for a living, I want
to enjoy myself doing it."
	"So, I'll give you Fifty to come back to my hotel with me."
	"That's cool.  Could you buy me something to eat?  I haven't eaten today,
and I need all the cash for my rent."
	"Sure."  At Fourteenth Street and Eighth Avenue, I bought his several
slices of Pizza which was what he wanted.  I had a cup of coffee while he
ate and told me about his life.
	His name was Phillip, and he'd come to New York with a truck driver who had
picked him up hitch hiking in Montana.  He had experienced his first male
sex with the driver as they drove across the country.  He told me he was
aware he was interested in men, but had not done anything about it while he
was home with his family.  He'd gotten scared after Matthew Sheppard had
been killed in Wyoming, because when it happened, he had been on the verge
of going into a gay bar in Billings and looking for a hookup to lose his
virginity.  Instead, he decided to get out of Montana." He put some clothes
in a back pack, and drew his savings out of his account, and kissed his
mother and two sisters good-bye.  His father whom he didn't get along with
anyway, wasn't home when he left.  His mother was upset, but didn't cry when
he walked out the door.
	It had taken him almost a day hanging around the truck stop before one of
the truckers offered him a ride.  They hadn't been on the road more than
thirty minutes, before the trucker came on to him.  He thought he had hit
the jackpot.  The trucker stopped for the night early, in a roadside pull
off, and they had worked at taking every cherry he had in the back sleeper
on the truck.  By morning, he was sore and roughed up some, but happy he was
finally he was on his way in life.
	In New York, the trucker had given him a hundred bucks, and left him
standing on a corner in the Village.  He'd nearly frozen before he had his
first offer of sex for money, standing over a heated grate in Sheridan
Square one night about a week after he'd arrived.  His money was trying to
not spend his cash since he didn't think he had enough to rent a room.
	His first hustle had been with an older guy, who let him stay with him
nights for several weeks, in exchange for sex.  Phillip used the opportunity
a place to sleep and shower, offered to find work.  He'd applied for jobs
listed in the Village Voice, but it wasn't until he applied to a place
looking for actors that he found work.  He found himself suddenly on the
stage, taking his clothes off every night in front of an audience full of
horny men.
	Another of the actors had showed him how to supplement his meager paycheck
from the show, and he'd been doing it ever since.  He usually only got blown
by guys that would slip him a twenty afterward.  Occasionally, he'd hook up
with usually an older guy who would take him home, and make love to him
instead of just a wham bam fuck or suck.  He liked these hookups best,
because they made him feel like someone cared about him.
	By the time he was finishing his story, we were at my hotel room door.  He
asked if he could shower before we got down to it, because the theater
didn't have a facility for the actors, and it was filthy.
	"How about a tub to soak in for a while.  The tubs here are huge, and I'd
like to join you for a soak."  He smiled, realizing I wasn't going to be a
wham bam type of guy.  I started the tub, and then opened a bottle of wine
I'd brought from home and had chilled in the fridge in the kitchenette the
room offered.  I poured us each a glass of the white wine, and then stripped
out of my clothes as he followed suit.  I handed him the glass and we
toasted each other silently, while I admired his thick uncut cock, and he
admired my piece as well.  We stepped into the hot water, and sat down into
the steaming water.  The white porcelain and iron tub was comfortable and
showed his less than tan body off to good advantage.  I sat back, and let
both my legs spread to either side of his.  He lifted his feet over my
thighs, and let his legs rest on top of mine.  Our cocks, were slowly
expanding in the water while we sipped wine and talked.  I liked this boy,
and I think he liked me a little at least.
	"You ever think about going home again?"  His eyes looked at me over the
lip of his wine glass.
	"No.  I've told my mother I'm gay over the phone.  All she said was I
shouldn't think of ever telling my dad, because he'd kill me if he knew.  I
don't think I can go back into the closet to visit my family, so I guess
that's completely in my past now."
	"That's sad Phillip.  Even a gay man needs a family for support
occasionally."
	"I know that.  I suppose I'll eventually find a partner, and build a family
with him."  His cock was expanding, and I wondered what he was really
thinking about.  I set my glass on the tiled floor, and reached for his
beautiful dick, now sticking up out of the water a good four inches.
	"I think I remember you now from the stage."  He laughed, and I laughed
with him.  "May I?"  He nodded, and I took hold of his stiffness and
squeezed his thickness softly.  He laid his head over on his shoulder, and
let his eyes flutter almost closed.  I could see the glitter of his barely
open lashes as he watched me play with his hard dick.  I cupped his heavy
hanging of balls, and stroked them as I stroked his nice dick.  My own cock
was now hard ad throbbing.  This beautiful boy had touched me with his
story, and I'd reached a point where I needed to experience his body
pleasuring mine as well as his.  I leaned over and sucked his shaft and head
into my mouth.  He shivered, and groaned a little, and his body totally
relaxed under my tongue and lips.
	I sat up, and took a wash cloth off the towel rack and picked up a small
hotel soap, and lathered the washcloth.  I took his left foot in my hand,
and began washing his foot with the soapy cloth.  I pushed up his leg, and
washed the skin of his leg.  After I'd finished his legs, I washed his
chest, feeling his hard nipples responding to the warm soapy cloth rubbing
over them.  He was moaning softly, And I noticed he was about to drop his
wine glass.  I lifted it out of his hand, and set it on the floor next to
mine.
	I pulled him to me, and washed his neck and behind his ears.  His head was
relaxed and loose in my hands,  I kissed him on he mouth, and we exchanged
tongues for several minutes, while I scrubbed his back with the washcloth.
I used a plastic cup to rinse the soap off his body, and then stood up in
the tub and pulled the stopper out of the drain.  As the water began
gurgling away, I began to dry his body with a thick white towel.  When I
reached his cock, I sat down on the edge of the tub, my feet still in the
draining water, and took his cock into my throat.
	He pulled my head down on his hardness with both his hands, and began
fucking my face with his stiff shaft.  I let him fuck me for a few minutes,
until the water was all drained away.  I pulled off his cock, and dried it
with the towel.  I dried his feet, and then as he stepped out of the tub, I
dried myself quickly.  I stepped out of the tub, and put my arms around him
from behind.  My stiff cock, laid against my stomach, and slipped vertically
between his cheeks.  He reached between us and his hand touched me for the
first time, and I felt him squeeze my shaft.  I took a deep breath, and
walked him into the bedroom with my cock riding his crack.
	On the bed, I pushed him down on his stomach, and spread his legs with my
hands.  I ran my fingers over his muscled butt cheeks, and spread them apart
to expose his winking sphincter.  I slipped my tongue into his crack, and
licked across his clean and vibrating hole.  I rimmed him for several
minutes, reveling in his pleasurable moaning.  I loved the taste of his ass,
and obviously he loved that I loved it.  He was humping the bed with his
stiff cock, and I reached under him and took hold of his hardness.  He began
fucking my fist as I tongued his asshole.  I knew this couldn't last long,
because his nuts were tight up against his shaft.
	"I want your cum in my mouth Phillip, so if you're going to cum, roll over
and let me have it."  He grunted, and continued to fuck my fist while I was
fucking his hole with my tongue.  Another minute passed in this pleasurable
way, and suddenly he stiffened, and hissed something unintelligible and
rolled over.  I dived on his cock, and got there just as his first spurt of
cum blew out his piss slit.  I capped his cock head with my mouth and
started swallowing his boy cream.  He shot several hot loads into me, and I
jacked on his stiffness helping him empty his nuts into me.
	"Man, that was incredible."  He was laying there next to me, massaging his
nuts with his left hand.  "What's that called?  Nobody's ever done that to
me before."
	"You mean the rimming?"
	"Yeah I guess.  I've heard of it but didn't know exactly what it was."
	"Well, what else don't you know anything about?"
	"I'm sure there a lot of stuff I don't know."
	"Well then, lets spend the night trying to figure out all the things you
haven't tried before.  That ought to be fun.
	"sounds like a plan."  He reached for my stiff cock, and jacked me a couple
of times, before he dropped down over it and swallowed my shaft to the root.
  At least somebody had taught the boy to suck dick.

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