The next day, I told Rocky that Ross and I would be stopping by on Saturday afternoon to visit him.
He grinned, “good, I’m looking forward to meeting the lucky bastard that snagged you.”
I laughed, “he’s looking forward to meeting you too.”
Rocky said, “I hope you have only been telling him good things about me.”
I smiled, “of course, there are only good things to tell.”
He grinned, “I guess you’re right, what bad thing could you possibly say about me.”
I went about my day, getting another pat on my ass from Rocky when I helped him back to his room after eating. As I was leaving for the day, I stopped by his room to say goodnight and said, “we’ll see you tomorrow afternoon Rocky, maybe you can tell both of us some more of your story.”
He nodded, “yep, I’ll see if I remember what happens next.”
As I drove home, I thought to myself, I don’t think Rocky will have any trouble remembering what comes next. His mind was sharp as a tack, it was just his body that was beginning to fail him.
Saturday morning, Ross and I got up and cleaned our apartment, then did our laundry. After we ate a quick lunch we showered, dressed and went to see Rocky.
As we walked in the front door, Pam looked up from behind the reception desk, “Hey Ash, what are you doing here? You’re not scheduled to work today.”
I said, “I know, Rocky wanted to meet my husband Ross, we just stopped by for a little visit.”
She shook her head, “I don’t know what it is about you, but Rocky sure has been in a better mood ever since you started working here. What’s your secret?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess we just clicked. He really is a nice guy once you get past the rough exterior.”
After I introduced Ross to a few of my coworkers, we headed down the hall to room 119.
I gave the door a couple of knocks and said, “hey Rocky, I have someone I would like you to meet.”
Rocky turned toward us as we entered his room holding hands.
I said, “Rocky this my husband Ross Nelson, Ross this is the man I have been telling you about, Harvey Rockland.”
Rocky held his hand out for Ross to shake, “it’s nice to meet you, now I see why Ash smiles every time he talks about you. You’re just as cute as he is, and please call me Rocky.”
Ross blushed, “thank you Rocky, and you are just as handsome as Ash told me too.”
Rocky waved his hand, “oh please, I’m a wrinkled old man, I haven’t been handsome for 30 years.”
Ross said, “well you still have a sexy smile and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, besides Ash’s, of course.”
This time I think Rocky blushed a little, he said, “I know you’re just being nice, but thank you.” He turned to me, “and look at you today, wearing real clothes instead of those baggy scrubs, your ass fills those jeans very nicely.”
Ross laughed, “I wanted to talk to you about that, I’m not sure how I feel about you grabbing my man’s butt.”
Rocky looked at me, “boy, you guys do tell each other everything, don’t you?”
We laughed and teased Rocky for a bit, and he was soon teasing Ross back, then somehow, they were both teasing me.
Rocky said, “I suppose you want to hear the next part of my story. Have you brought Ross up to speed?”
I nodded, “yep, like you said, I tell him everything.”
He asked, “so where did I leave off?”
I said, “you just lost your virginity to Red.”
Rocky smiled, “oh yeah, Red, now there was an ass that I would have liked to squeeze forever. If we would have been able to spend some more time together, I’m sure I could have stretched his hole enough to take my cock.” Rocky turned to Ross, “Ash did tell you I have a big dick, right?”
Ross laughed, “yeah, he might have mentioned that.”
Rocky continued. The day after Red fucked me for the first time, Frank introduced me to the guy he found to replace Joe. I knew Frank had told me that my job in the peep show would only be for two weeks, but I was still a little disappointed.
Frank said, “of course, you still have a job cleaning here as long as you want it.”
I asked, “what about what you said about making two male booths?”
Frank shrugged, “well, I thought about it, but I’m not sure if I have enough business to have two performers, besides, if the cops come in here and see you, they may start asking questions. I never asked you, and I don’t want to know now, but I have a suspicion that you are under 18.”
I sighed, “ok, I have enough money saved up, so I think it’s time for me to move on.”
Frank nodded, “if that’s what you want, I understand.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to me. I had counted the money in my sock that morning and knew that I had enough for the bus ticket to California, plus a little extra, so I would be able to eat, for at least a few days once I got there. I packed my suitcase, walked to the bus station, and bought my ticket. I went to get a bite to eat while I waited to board the bus. An hour later, the bus was pulling away from the station, in about 38 hours, I would be in Los Angles.
The bus pulled into the station in LA right on time, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out onto the street. I looked up and down the street, having no idea where I should go or what I should do first. A small diner across the street caught my eye and I hadn’t eaten in a while so that was my first stop. I ordered a sandwich and a coke. I noticed a newspaper that a previous customer had left. I turned to the want ads, thinking finding a job would be the best place to start. I found a couple ads that seemed like possibilities, a stock boy at a grocery store and a gas station attendant.
I set the paper on the counter beside me as I saw the waitress approach with my sandwich. She was your typical diner waitress of the 60s. Complete with the beehive hairdo, bright red lipstick and pink uniform with a purple scarf tied around her neck.
She smiled as she noticed the want ads with the circles I had drawn around the ones that I was interested in. She asked, “are you new in town, hon?”
I nodded as she placed the plate in front of me, “yes ma’am.”
She asked, “where are you from sweetie?”
I replied, “Iowa.”
She chuckled, “well, be careful hon, there are a lot of people that will be more than happy to take advantage of a naive country boy like you.”
I took a drink of my coke and said, “thank you, I will. I just need to find a place to stay and a job. You have any pointers?”
She smacked her gum as she chewed, “well, there is a boarding house around the corner, they rent rooms by the week. It’s nothing fancy, but they are clean, and they charge a fair price.”
I thanked her as she moved on to her next customer. I finished eating, paid my check, picked up the newspaper and walked back onto the street. I found someone to give me directions to the Mobil Gas station that had advertised for help. A half hour later, I left the station with a job, I would be working 4 hours a day, three days a week. I found the boarding house that the waitress had told me about, and I learned the price of the room was within my budget. With what I would make at the station, I would have just enough money to cover my room and a little left for food. Not only that, but I would still have time to look for another job.
I quickly got settled in my room, which was basically just putting the few clothes that I owned in the dresser. I sat on my bed and pulled out the paper again, thinking I would go to the grocery store and hope that their schedule would match up with my schedule at the gas station. That was when I noticed the ad, “Male models wanted for tasteful art photos.”
The next day, I worked my first shift at the gas station. I had been thinking about that ad all day, I was pretty sure I knew what “tasteful art photos” meant. I was trying to decide between going to the grocery store for my second job or checking out the ad about the art photos. I adjusted the bulge in my pants and thought why not see if this thing could make me some more money, if it worked in Iowa, it would probably work even better out here.
I took the bus to the nearest bus stop for the address listed in the ad, I walked the couple blocks to a non-descript warehouse type of building. I found the door with a small sign that read “Pacific Coast Athletic Productions”. I walked into a very plain room with nothing on the walls, no pictures, signs, or anything. There was a door and a sliding glass window on one side and two chairs sitting along the opposite wall. I walked to the window, there was no one on the other side, I rang the bell that was sitting on the counter.
I could see shelves that looked to be filled with magazines and small boxes. I assumed that they were 8mm rolls of film. A man walked to the window from behind the shelves.
He slid the window open, and said, “can I help you?”
I held up the newspaper, “I came to see about the ad for a job, for the art photos.”
He looked me up and down and nodded, he said, “you’ll have to talk to Mr. Charles. I’ll go get him.”
He closed the window and walked away, a minute later the door opened, and a different, older man walked out to greet me. He said, “I’m Fred Charles, so, you think you want to be a model?
I nodded, “yes sir, I’m Harvey Rockland.”
He walked around me, looking me over. As he got back in front of me, he shrugged, “well, you have a good look, and the body seems ok. Follow me so I can get a better look.”
I followed him through the door and back to a small office, the first guy I saw was packing some of the boxes from the shelves into a bigger box. He watched as I followed Mr. Charles into the office.
Mr. Charles said, “let’s start with losing the shirt.”
I pulled my shirt off and stood there being inspected like a bull at the county fair. He nodded, “not bad, handsome face, body is not bad. Ok, kid, now for the final piece of the puzzle, let’s see what you got.”
He walked back in front of me as I dropped my pants, I hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear, I assumed this would be part of the interview. His eyes went wide as he stared at my cock, once he finally blinked, he yelled, “Eddie, bring the Polaroid in here.”
The young man came in carrying a camera, he nearly tripped over his jaw as he walked toward Mr. Charles.
Fred took the camera and took a couple pictures of me standing there with my pants around my ankles. Eddie was still standing there staring at me. Fred handed the camera back to Eddie as he shook the pictures, he said, “go ahead and get dressed, I’ll get these pictures to Mr. Adams. If he wants to see more, he will be in touch with you.” I gave him the phone number to the boarding house and left to go back to my room. I decided to wait a day or two before I went to the grocery store, just to see if I got a call from Mr. Adams.
As I walked into the boarding house, Mrs. Harper, the owner stopped me, “Mr. Rockland, you have a message.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harper.” I replied as I took the note. I immediately went to the payphone in the hall and called the number.
A women answered, “Mr. Adam’s office, how can I help you?”
I said, “this is Harvey Rockland, I had a message to call Mr. Adams.”
She said, “oh yes, Mr. Adams, would like to know if you are available for a meeting tomorrow morning at 9 am.”
I answered, “yes, that will be fine, where will we be meeting?”
She said, “if you give me your address, we will send a car for you.”
I gave her the information and the next morning, I was driven to a large estate in an exclusive part of the city. I was greeted by another young man, that appeared to be just a year or two older than me.
He said, “I’m Gary, you must be Harvey?”
I nodded, “yes, nice to meet you, Gary.”
We walked inside and through the house, “Mr. Adams is out by the pool, he is expecting you.”
I saw a man in his mid to late forties taking pictures of two young men beside the pool. They were wearing just posing straps and getting their pictures taken while they were in very suggestive positions. Gary and I stood there watching the action for a few minutes while the man snapped the last few pictures.
When the man noticed us standing there, he said, “ok guys, I think I have what I need, you can go shower and get dressed, I’ll give you a call the next time I need you.” He turned to me, “You must be Harvey Rockland, I’m Phil Adams. I liked the photo that Fred sent over so much, I wanted to see you in person.”
I shook his hand, “thank you for taking the time to see me, Mr. Adams.”
He asked, “where are you from Harvey?”
I replied, “Des Moines, Iowa.”
He chuckled, “I have always noticed they grow ’em big out there in farm country. I guess there is no need to drag this out, go ahead and strip for me. You did understand this would be nude modeling, or nearly nude, right?”
I nodded, “yes sir.” I kicked my shoes off as I pulled my shirt over my head. Gary was still standing there behind Mr. Adams. I heard him gasp as I let my jeans fall to the ground and I stepped out of them.
Mr. Adams moved his finger in a twirling motion to get me to turn around so he could get a good look at me. He stroked his goatee as he nodded, “the picture didn’t do you justice, don’t you agree Gary?”
Gary just nodded, his eyes still wide and his mouth slightly agape.
Mr. Adams chuckled, “why don’t you go get a posing strap for Mr. Rockland, and you better make it extra-large.”
Gary was back in a few seconds handing me a small piece of cloth with a thin cord attached to it. I was having trouble figuring out how to put it on, Gary quickly jumped to my rescue and helped me step into it. As he was giving me a hand, I noticed how attractive he was. He had the cutest smile, and his sexy green eyes reminded me of Red. As he stepped back once I had the posing strap on, he was once again devouring me with his eyes. He was about the same height as I am, and had about the same build, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans.
Mr. Adams turned around after he had finished loading a new roll film on his camera. He said, “we are just going to do a few test shots today, and if they come out well, we’ll do a full shoot, if that’s ok?”
I nodded, “yes sir, that will be fine.”
He smiled, “you may call me Phil.” He started snapping pictures and giving me instructions to turn this way and that way. About fifteen minutes later, he had filled the roll of film with my pictures, and I had worked up a sweat in the hot LA sun.
He started to rewind the camera and looked over at Gary, who had picked up my clothes and had them folded in a tidy pile. Phil said, “why don’t you show Mr. Rockland where he can clean up and get dressed.” He paused a moment as he looked at me. He said, “Harvey Rockland, hmm, we will need to come up with a better stage name for you.”
Gary croaked out, “Rocky.”
I smiled to myself, thinking back to Willy, he would call me Rocky when we were alone. Willy told me that it suited me better than Harvey.
Phil asked, “what?”
Gary cleared his throat, “what about Rocky, you know, shorten Rockland to Rocky.”
Phil smiled, “I like it, what do you think, can you live with Rocky?”
I smiled, “yeah, I can.”
He said, “how about Rocky Long? You will need a last name too.”
Gary and I both chuckled as I said, “sure, that’s fine.”
Phil walked back toward the house, “Rocky Long it is then, Gary will show where to clean up and I will have my secretary call to set up your next photo session.”
Gary grinned as he led me down a hall to a large shower room, that sort of reminded me of a locker room. The two guys that were by the pool when I arrived were walking out as we walked in.
Gary set my clothes on the bench and walked to the shelf and pulled out a towel. He handed it to me and said, “there’s soap in the shower, if you need anything else let me know.”
I dropped the posing strap to the floor as Gary once again ogled me, I grinned, “I could use some help washing my back.”
He gave me a questioning look.
I asked, “is that allowed?”
He just nodded as he started to strip, I was right, he looked just as good naked as he did with his clothes on. I had already stepped into the shower and adjusted the water, and his cock was already hard as he joined me. I pulled him in for a kiss, our cocks rubbed against each other, my hardness was now matching his. Gary broke our kiss and asked, “can I touch it?”
I chuckled, “that’s the idea.” I reached down and took his pole into my hand and began to stroke it. He followed my lead and wrapped his hand around my erection, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head. I watched as Gary slowly kissed his way down my chest and stomach. I was enjoying how erotic it was and the gentle kisses were sending shivers up and down my entire body. Willy and I had jacked and sucked each other off, but we never really did anything like this. With Red, we always had that damn glass between us. This was the first time I was really touching and feeling another guy. Gary reached my rock-hard cock and sighed before he stuck his tongue out to lick the drop of precum that had formed. I gasped as Gary wrapped his lips around my manhood and took me deeper than Willy or Red ever could. This was definitely not his first time sucking a dick. He stroked me with one hand while he sucked me and used his other hand to grab my ass. He continued to work my cock over as he slowly moved his hand to find my waiting hole. When his finger found my entrance, I could feel my cum starting to rise to the surface, I pulled away from Gary and pulled him to his feet for another kiss. While he was disappointed at not having my dick in his mouth, he greedily kissed me back. It was now my turn to kiss my way down his taut body, until I came to his beautiful love stick. He wasn’t as big as me, but he certainly had nothing to be ashamed off, he was a solid eight inches with just a slight sexy upward curve and a wide purple mushroom head. I sucked him with all my might as I jacked my own cock and ran a finger over my pucker. I suddenly had the desire to have Gary fuck me. I stood and turned my back to Gary and reached back to spread my cheeks with one hand and pulled him in close by his dick with the other. He whispered, “are you sure?” I answered by guiding his cock to my hole and pushing back into him. I took a deep breath as Gary pushed in until the curve of his cock found my love button. Before long we had found our rhythm and he was taking long stokes, pushing back in just before the head of his cock had a chance to leave my hole. He had his hands on my hips as I was leaning against the shower wall, Gary leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. His warm breath in my ear, giving me yet one more new sensation. Gary’s breathing quickened as he panted, “I’m getting close.” I pushed my ass back to meet his thrusts and was rewarded with a huge load of creamy warm seed, flooding my insides.
Gary lay against me until his spasms ceased, kissing my neck as his deflating manhood slipped from my well-fucked hole. He turned me around and we shared another passionate kiss, Gary smiled, “it’s your turn now.” He went to his knees and began to blow me better than I had ever been blown before. It only a took a few minutes before I was filling Gary’s mouth with my cum. After my spasms stopped, he stood and fed me a mouthful of my own cum.
He smiled as we broke our kiss and said, “welcome to the porn business.”
To be continued…
