I began to shower Rocky as I contemplated what he had just told me, did he just say he was a porn star? My mind raced, he still had not said that he was gay, what kind of porn did he do?
I began to soap his back, I was finally able to ask, “were you in magazines or movies?”
He chuckled, “yep, I was in both, mostly magazines at first, but I did a lot of movies too.”
I laughed, “how does someone from Des Moines Iowa get started in doing that kind of thing?”
He shrugged, “by accident, I guess.”
I said, “ok, what, you just wandered onto a movie set one day?”
He laughed, “do you really want to hear about this?”
I rinsed the soap from his back, “sure, it sounds like you lived an interesting life.”
He nodded, “yeah, I guess you could say that.” With that he began his story.
It all started when I was about fifteen and I realized I wasn’t as interested in girls as all my friends were. It was a different time, and we didn’t talk about such things, I was sure I was the only boy in the world that liked looking at other boys’ dicks rather than girls’ boobs. That was until I met Willy Thomas. Everyone knew that he was a fairy, by the way he talked and walked, well, everything about him screamed queer. I just silently watched as all the boys in school teased and taunted him, secretly wanting to become friends with him. I don’t know if it was because I was so attracted to him, or if it was because I knew he was gay, I thought he would be the only boy I would ever get a chance to mess around with. He lived on the same side of town as I and a few of my other friends did, so we walked in the same direction home after school. When all the teasing started, he began to wait in the school until most of the other boys had left and always tried to stay a few blocks behind us. I guess he thought if the others didn’t see him, they wouldn’t pick on him. One day, I decided I was going to hang back and walk with him. I made some excuse about forgetting a book or something and went back into the school and told the others to go ahead without me. I hung around my locker waiting for the others to get far enough that they wouldn’t look back and see me walking with Willy. I took a book from my locker and as I closed the door, Willy came out of the bathroom. He looked up and down the hall and must have decided it was safe to leave, he kind of panicked when he saw me, but I just gave him a smile. He gave me a slight smile back and hurried past me, I quickly caught up to him and asked, “so how did you do on that math test today.”
He gave me a suspicious look, “ok, I guess.”
As we walked a few more blocks exchanging small talk, Willy began to relax a bit. When we got to my block, we said our goodbyes, and each headed to our homes. Over the next couple of weeks, I would find an excuse to hang back and walk home with Willy. We found another route so that the other boys wouldn’t see us together.
Willy asked, “so why are you doing this?”
I asked, “doing what?”
He said, “being nice to me, like you want to be my friend.”
I shrugged, “I don’t know, I think you’re a nice guy and I don’t like the way everyone teases you.”
He nodded, “yeah, I’ve noticed that you’re the only one that doesn’t join in when the rest are picking on me.”
I said, “don’t pay any attention to those guys, they’re just a bunch of jerks.”
By the time we got to the end of the school year, we had started to mess around. At first, we found a secluded spot in the woods along our walk home and jacked off together. the first time I saw Willy’s dick, I swear mine got even bigger even though I was already hard. Things progressed to us touching each other and offering a helping hand. Willy was always in awe of my dick, he would sit and hold it, just staring at it for what seemed like hours. It wasn’t as if he had anything to be ashamed of in the cock department, from what I saw in gym class, he was also bigger than a lot of the guys in our class. He was only a couple of inches shorter and just slightly thinner. The more time we spent together, I more I noticed that he was very good-looking. His wavy brown hair with his bangs hanging slightly over his eyes. Those eyes, God they were beautiful, a deep brown, almost the color of coffee. Once school let out for the summer, we started to spend a little more time together and for the first time, I tasted another boy’s cock. I was instantly hooked and together we learned how give each other excellent blow jobs. It took a while, but Willy was soon able to get almost half of my monster into his mouth, and we had both become addicted to each other’s cum. As we furthered our exploration and saw each other completely naked for the first time, I was in awe, Willy had been hiding a very sexy body. He was just as muscular as I was. We spent the first time we were naked together just touching each other all over, I was definitely in love with his ass.
It was the summer of 1960 and we had both just turned 18. We had become creative at finding places to get together, as both of our moms were housewives and we didn’t dare introduce ourselves to our parents, my dad would have spotted Willy as gay in an instant. A few years back, my older brother and I had built a fort in the trees just behind our house. Willy found a path through the trees and would sneak to the fort and set a Coke can in the window. I would watch for his signal and go out to the fort so we could be together. Right before the 4th of July weekend, we were in the fort with our jeans around our ankles sucking each other’s dicks. We had never really done anything other than oral at this point. I was licking Willie while stroking his hard 7 inches with one hand and fondling his cum-fill nuts with the other. Willie was doing the same to me. For the first time, I felt Willies finger venture closer to my ass. I spread my legs slightly to see how far he would go, I had started to play with my own ass when I jerked off alone and had considered asking Willie to fuck me. I also reached down toward his hole, and he seemed just as receptive to some ass play. That’s when I felt his tongue licking my nuts, then continue on to the area between my nuts and ass. I started to kick my shoes off so I could get rid of my pants, excited about my first anal experience. We had either lost track of time, or my dad got off work early, because the next thing we knew, my old man was bursting through the door.
He screamed to Willy, “get your faggot ass out of here, right now.”
Willy jumped through the window, his jeans still down around his ankles. My old man went off on me yelling and screaming. After he beat the hell out me, he yelled, “I will not have a queer living in my house, you get your ass out of here too, I never want to see you again.” He stormed off and I saw him go into the garage, he was always working on an old car, and he had fridge full of beer in there, so, I knew he would be in there until mom called him for dinner.
I wiped the blood from my face and snuck in the back door and as fast as I could, grabbed some clothes and the sock that contained my sixteen-year-old life savings of nine dollars and eighty-two cents. I ran out back the back door and into the trees, I have not seen or talked to Willy or anyone else in my family since.
Rocky paused his story as a small tear formed in the corner of his eye. I wiped the tear with the washcloth I was using and stood to wipe my own tear away.
I said, “wow Rocky, I am so sorry that happened to you.”
He smiled, “oh, it’s ok, it’s part of who I am, don’t be sorry.”
I smiled, “well, I still have more showers to give, we better dry you off and get you back to your room.”
I helped him to his feet and got him dressed and back to his chair in his room, so he could look out the window, his favorite pastime.
Once I got him settled, I went back to work, giving the rest of the residents their showers or baths. The entire time I was thinking about Rocky and how hard things must have been for him at that time. Even though things are not perfect for a gay man today, they are considerably better they were sixty years ago. My parents weren’t thrilled that I was gay, but at least I wasn’t beaten and kicked out of the house when I was 18. I was also a bit ashamed of myself for what I was thinking. I couldn’t get the vision of Willy and Rocky going at it out of my head, the sight of that big cock fully hard being sucked and fondled. Willy was one lucky kid, and the way Rocky described Willy, I would not have kicked Willy out of my bed for eating crackers either. Still, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for both of them.
I finished my shift and clocked out, I found myself walking down the hall to room 119 to say goodnight to Rocky. Those blue eyes sparkled as I walked in, and he smiled at me.
I grinned, “just wanted to see if you needed anything else before I go home.”
He shook his head, “no thank you Ash, sorry about spilling my guts before.”
I smiled, “don’t worry about it, I would like to hear more of story, whenever you want to tell me.”
Rocky shrugged, “I got nothing to do now, do you need to go right home?”
I looked at my watch, it would be over an hour before Ross would be home, so I pulled a chair next to Rocky. To be honest, I really did want to hear more. I asked, “so where did you go after you left your house?”
Rocky started his story again.
I ran back into the trees and found a log to sit on and collect my thoughts. I had no idea what my next move was, I went down to the creek that ran through the trees and tried to clean myself up, the best that I could. I found a spot, cleared the brush away and set up a make-shift bed. I had grabbed a blanket when I packed my clothes, I wrapped myself up and cried myself to sleep.
I woke to the sun shining through the trees the next morning, I packed up my blanket and walked downtown. I went to a grocery store and bought an apple and orange, I knew I needed to budget my limited funds, so that should take care of me for breakfast and lunch. I then walked to the bus station to see how far nine dollars would get me. I was disappointed to learn that I could only get to Omaha, that wasn’t any better than Des Moines. That’s when I saw people boarding a bus, the bus driver yelled, “last call for passengers heading to Los Angles.” I quickly walked over to the ticket counter and asked how much a ticket to L A was. I sighed as I walked away, I would need another 30 or 40 dollars to get to California. I walked around downtown for a couple of hours, trying to figure out how I could make some money. I had heard that California was warm all year round, so if I was going to be homeless, it should be some place where I didn’t have to worry about cold weather.
I walked back out onto the street and headed west, I got about a block from the bus station, and I saw a help-wanted sign hanging in a window. I scanned the store front and noticed that I was standing in front of an adult bookstore. I had no idea what kind of help they were looking for, but I decided to at least find out. I walked in and up to the counter, an older man looked over the top of his glasses at me and said, “what is it kid?”
I said, “I saw the help wanted sign in the window, I’m looking for a job.”
He paused a moment, “you know how to use a broom and a mop?”
I nodded, “yes sir.”
He stepped from behind the counter and walked to a closet and pulled out a broom, handing it to me. I noticed next to the closet, there was what appeared to be an unused office, with a lot of old boxes and junk, plus an old couch in the corner. He said, “I’ll give you a shot. Start by sweeping the floor out front.” I took the broom and began sweeping.
As I worked my way around the store, I saw that the front area was mostly magazines and comic books, some new, some used. I would come to find out that the laws at the time required that a certain percentage of the magazines in store needed to be non-adult. There was a wall dividing the two areas, with a curtain covering a door leading to the adult section. At nine in the morning the store wasn’t too busy, so the man behind the counter, who I learned was Frank Gronkin, checked over my work, I had not gone into the adult section yet.
He nodded, “not bad kid, I can use you for about 3 or 4 hours a day. Now I guess I need to figure out how much to pay you.”
I gave a brief description of my situation, and that I needed a place to stay. I left out the part about my old man finding me with another boy, I just told him we had a fight, thankfully he didn’t ask too many questions. I asked if I could clean up the old office and use it as a place to sleep.
Frank thought for a moment, “you clean out that room so you can use it, don’t bother any of the customers in the peep show area, and I will pay you fifty cents an hour.” I knew minimum wage was $1.00 but figured the room was worth taking less in pay.
I quickly agreed and he showed me the back room and told me not to spend my time looking through the magazines. Most of them had women on the front cover, so I knew that wouldn’t be a problem. As I swept down the last aisle, I noticed all the magazines in that row had men on the covers. I saw my first “Physique Pictorial” a muscle magazine, I quickly looked around and since no one else was in the store, I flipped through the pages. Getting turned on by all the guys posing in skimpy posing straps, wishing that they would have been naked. I replaced the magazine and continued my task, glancing at all the men on the covers.
As I finished the all-male row, I saw another door covered by a curtain with a sign above that read Peep Shows. Frank once again, checked my work and handed me a mop and bucket of soapy water. He motioned for me to follow him as we walked through the curtain. I saw a hall leading to six booths with a curtain for each one, with a chair. They were all open as the peep shows didn’t start until 1 pm. Frank explained that when the shows were open, women would perform behind the glass partition as the customer would drop quarters in a slot. That quarter would buy a 15-minute performance. That was when I learned that my job would include mopping up cum that the customers would leave behind. I decided I could tough it out, I figured it would only be for two or three weeks and I would have enough for a bus ticket for Los Angles.
As we walked down the hall and got to the last booth, Frank sighed, “because of requests by a few customers, I have changed this booth to a queer booth. I sometimes have trouble finding a performer, but it is starting to make a lot of money.”
From what I understood, the performers would get a percentage of all money fed into their booth, and some customers would even leave an extra tip. I got to work mopping and then washing the windows, as I got to the last booth, I imagined the guy stripping and dancing behind the window. Once I finished cleaning, I found Frank so that he could inspect my work. We walked back to the front of the store, a few customers were starting to filter in.
He said, “good job kid, start first thing in the morning, so that you can everything cleaned up by noon.” He opened the cash register and pulled out two dollars and handed it to me.
I quickly went to work cleaning up the room that would be my new home. There was a back hall so that I could clean up without disturbing any customers. By the end of the day, I had the room cleaned, and I walked out the back to a diner that was nearby and treated myself to a nice meal. I wouldn’t do that every day, but I had some income and a place to sleep. Frank allowed me to take a few magazines or comic books to my room as long as I returned them to the shelf the next morning. The next morning, I went straight to work and as soon as I finished my tasks, I headed back to my room. This time I snuck one of the Physiques Pictorial mags with the other comic books I took. I of course, jacked off several times that night, imagining what was hiding behind those posing straps. Over the next week this became my routine and I had added about seven dollars to my sock money after I paid for my meals. At this rate it was going to take another 3 or 4 weeks before I could buy my bus ticket.
As I was putting my mop and broom away, I saw Frank and a guy that was a little older than I was, arguing.
Frank yelled, “you little asshole, I deserve more notice than this.”
The guy yelled back, “I told you when you hired me, that I would only do this until I found a better job.”
Frank threw his hands up, “yeah, I know that, but you come here and tell me that you aren’t going to go on tonight, leaving an hour to find a replacement. You know our fag crowd is getting bigger and if they come here and don’t find a performer, they will just stop coming in.”
The guy shrugged, “it’s not my problem Frank, I have to do what’s best for me.”
That’s when Frank noticed me standing there, he turned to me, “are you done kid?”
I nodded, “yes sir.”
He sighed, “I got to find a new performer for tonight, go out front and I’ll be out in a minute to pay you.”
I took a deep breath, “well, maybe I can help.”
Frank squinted as he looked at me, “what?”
I dug my hands into my pockets and shrugged, “maybe I can be your performer?”
He laughed, “are you serious, what can you do as performer? Have you ever done anything like that?”
I shook my head, “no, but if he gives me a quick lesson, I would be willing to try.”
Frank laughed again as he looked me up and down, “What have you got that makes you think you could be a performer?”
I looked at Frank and the guy and I’m not sure where the courage came from, but I opened my pants and pulled my cock out and grinned, “I have this.”
They both stood there staring with their mouths open.
The guy laughed and said, “I think he’s got more than enough to impress all of your customers.”
Frank stuttered, “yeah, I guess so. Can you show him the ropes and get him ready to go on tonight?”
The guy, Joe, nodded, “yep, I’ll tell him everything I know.”
I learned that Joe had recently graduated from college and had gotten a job in his field and was moving on. Over the next two hours he showed me what to do and gave me his entire wardrobe, which was just a couple of jocks, some tight underwear, and a posing strap, just like the one worn in those magazines I had been looking at. He explained that when a customer deposited his coin, I was to open the curtain that covered the window and start to slowly strip for the first ten minutes and then, I was to remove everything. Give them a seductive dance for the last five minutes, giving them a good look at my package and ass.
I gave Joe a quick sample dance and he laughed, “you’re a natural, you’ll probably get a lot of tips.”
I was still standing there in a jock when Frank came back into the room and asked how I was doing, Joe just gave him a thumbs up, “he’ll do fine.”
Frank said, “good, I found another guy, but he won’t be able to start for two weeks, so this is just temporary, unless you kill it, then I may think about adding a second queer booth.” He went back out front.
Joe said, “don’t let him bother you.” He paused for a minute, then asked, “how old are you by the way?”
I looked at the floor, “18.”
He chuckled, “just don’t tell Frank that unless he asks.”
Joe left and I changed into some of the other underwear to see how I looked. I settled on the posing strap, it barely covered my dick and my ass looked really good with nothing covering it at all. I stood in the booth, waiting for the first quarter to fall.
Just as Rocky was going to tell me about his first night in the peep booth, Kathy, the night nurse walked in.
She said, “Mr. Rockland, are you ready to go out for dinner?” She noticed me sitting there, “oh, Ash, I didn’t know you were still here.”
I smiled, “we were just talking, I guess we lost track of time.” I helped Rocky to his feet and said, “we’ll continue our talk tomorrow."
I got home just as Ross was driving up, he gave me a kiss and asked, “how was your day?”
I smiled, “it was good, I found out today, one of my residents was a porn star.”
He chuckled, “ok, you to have to tell me all about that.”
To be continued…
