Gay, 60, retired and with not much to do, I look back at my NYC life. Growing up in chaotic poverty, I made my way through the world. I learned to always get the money first.
Holden Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Holden.
Gay guys rock! I advise my fellow young straights to get a gay friend to use, like I did. It’s great to have a docile, cock-hungry gay guy into you on the side. He’ll service you and just be happy with the sex, he won’t get all clingy and want more than your load.
“You two should take the kid under your wing, move him in with one of you. Bensonhurst is no place for a fag, he should be with his own kind of people, here he could get into trouble.” Don and Dominick Castellano agree to help a troubled relative.
“Hey, your trick paid a lot for you because it’s your first time. Don’t be a chump, get back in that bedroom and do everything he wants!” Amoral NYC casting agent Don Castellano branches out in this lurid 1980’s yarn.
“I felt like I was a real man now that I had gotten my cock sucked off, even if it was by a fag and not by a girl. I gazed at my reflection in a shoe store window. I looked different; my flushed face seemed more mature.” A straight man looks back on his past, to when he lost his virginity.
“What do you think of this headshot?” “He looks like a real fag; I’d bring him in to blow me and to fuck” replied Jake. In 1982, hedonistic casting agent Don Castellano hires a 22-year-old guy fresh out of college who wants to learn the business.
In 1982, horndog casting agent Don Castellano assists a music company executive in putting together a boy band by scouting out three perfect, gorgeous boys. Besides being talented singers and dancers, the boys must also be talented cocksuckers and enjoy getting fucked up the ass by Big Dick.
“Why come to me?” “You’re an authority on sleazebags who pimp out young guys to pervs.” Hedonistic casting agent Don Castellano assists a private detective in finding an abducted male high school senior in this seamy, old Times Square epic.
He bent over the bed, he lifted his red skirt, there were his pink panties with a slit for easy accesses to his ass hole. I smeared my cock with Vaseline and then rammed it in the panty slit into his ass. His slutty chute parted smoothly to accommodate my hard thick eight inches. He had blossomed as a girl.
A father with a missing son seeks NYC casting agent Don Castellano’s help in this sleazy odyssey. “The last I heard your son was doing fine, and he’s still gay. In fact, he showed me how gay he is. Your son sucked my cock in this office, and I fucked your son on this desk…”
A retired NYC casting agent looks back on his licentious and predatory life. Many youthful dreams were shattered in his office. “You look like such a fag in your headshot, I can’t send you out on auditions. You’re cute and if you’re good at sucking cock, I can set you up with escorting…”
I recently received an email from a reader asking if the story Wild Kingdom really happened. New York City in the 1980’s was rampant with young guys who flocked there from around the country and who met harsh fates. This is another such tale.
“I got on my knees; the booth’s floor was filthy. After reading and watching porn for weeks, I knew what to do. I opened my mouth; I curled my lips over my teeth and began licking the hustler’s cock.” My 1970’s youth was eventful; from porno stores to my high school, I fearlessly went after dick.
“He’s a fag, you shouldn’t be friendly with him, guys could get the wrong idea about you. Around here, regular guys and fags don’t mix, except for sucking and fucking.” Two small-town high school classmates in the U.S. Navy are reunited aboard a battleship, shortly after W.W. II.
“I’ve had an idea for a movie for years, but I haven’t been able to find just the right bottom, until you came along! You look angelic. You’re fantastic! You have the right natural boy next door look, you’re a tremendous cocksucker and your facial expressions when getting fucked are majestic!”
Loretta took in the awesome sight of her son’s ass stretching around that incredible organ. It startled and confused her, that it was clearly painful but that it was also pleasurable for Matthew. He’d done it before, and Matthew obviously wasn’t damaged by it. The mysteries of the flesh.
Mothers don’t want to watch their sons sucking dick, but that’s what 36-year-old Loretta secretly did. Strangely, she didn’t feel horrified, disgusted or sad. Instead, she was fascinated. Her 18-year-old son was the happiest she’d ever seen him be as he licked all over a 19-year-old Puerto Rican’s eight-inch-thick cock and swaying balls.
“My name is Jim, and I’m an alcoholic. I’ve been sober for two years and three months. What gave me the courage to change was seeing the damage I’d done to my 18-year-old son. One night when I was drunk, I raped him, I did that to him every night for weeks…”
In April 1980, cute 18-year-old blond Greg was in the Scranton, Pennsylvania bus terminal buying a ticket to New York City. This lurid saga is based on stark reality.
A close friend told me the details of his recent miraculous Manhattan encounter. He’s 57 and the other guy was 22. I thought I’d try turning it into a porno story that’s not about myself. It takes some reading but there’s sex.
After our last sex show, we cleaned up. My jaw and ass were so sore, but I felt buzzed. We went to the Town and Country bar to unwind. “Oh! I saw your show this afternoon!” said a happy old man. “You boys are incredible!” He bought us drinks. That was the best Christmas I ever had.
He was very attractive and so I went back to his nearby Central Park West place. He was full of himself and showed me his Tony Award. “Do you want to hold it?” “Hey, the only award I want to hold is THIS!” I said as I grabbed his big hard dick through his tuxedo.
“You’d be perfect for this. Would you like to be on Broadway?” “Yes.” “Jolly good. Can you spare some time to go over a few details upstairs in my suite?” “Certainly.”
“Oh, Patrick, you’ve got the right attitude. Many talented boys just don’t get it. I’m not promising that you’ll be a star, but I’m going to get you work, the rest is luck.” I went on sucking Sam’s dick until he pulled it out of my mouth. “You’ve earned the bedroom!”
“I get a lot of submissions. I have a two-step process for a possible client such as yourself. First is an office meeting, then is a meeting in my apartment.” We stared at each other. “When would you like me to come over?” That's show business.
“You’d be surprised at how many Columbia gay boys can’t give a good blowjob and won’t take it up the ass, and if they do, get clingy and want me to be their boyfriend. Chrissake, I just want to get off. I heard about you, so I thought I’d go to a pro.”
It was 1:00 AM and I was in bed asleep when the phone rang. “I go to Columbia and need to get blown right away. $40.” The New Jersey-accented voice was an enticing blend of masculinity, confidence and sensuality. “Sounds good.”
“Thanks, but pretty boy cockteasers don’t do it for me. Boys who think they can take it and can’t.” I held my beer bottle up and practically deepthroated it as I took a sip. “I’m no cockteaser.” I put my hand on his bulge and kneaded it. “I’m a cock pleaser and I can take this.”
It really was ready for me. I licked it all over nice and slow and tongued his balls as he sipped the perfect martini I’d made him. “Your bed is going to get a lot of action, but I’m going to be the first man to fuck you in it.” I took my mouth of his dick…