A widowed Irish immigrant and her 18-year-old son survive during The Great Depression by running a Brooklyn rooming house and through other means. (Due to a glitch, the first chapter of this 2021 story has been omitted, I am reposting it.)
On the night of his 18th birthday in 1885, a handsome, blond and blue-eyed Texas ranch hand is brought by his foreman father to the dastardly ranch owner’s grand house; the youth learns that life ain’t fair, in this raunchy saga.
“You are a man of the world after my own heart, Mr. Larrabee. You’re an orphan, a scoundrel, a pervert and a killer! We’re cut from the same cloth!” Los Angeles in 1947; evil abounds among the rich and powerful, as well as the poor and ambitious.
19-year-old Texan William Anderson’s life is once again upended in this lusty saga. “Hot damn, Billy! You were a great dick sucker before you left for Harvard! Those rustlers trained you well! Now, you’re even better at it!” guffawed William’s older brother Dan. “I bet you’ve been sucking a lot of dick at Harvard, haven’t you!”
The Rooney Brothers are notorious train robbers in 1890’s Texas. They also abduct young male passengers, forcing them to commit unspeakable depraved acts during days of lusty captivity. Will a ruthless cattle baron’s handsome blond 18-year-old son be returned? If so, what shape will he be in?
“Sure, get yourself off! I bet this little slut gave you head too!” She grabbed the high school senior’s jeans off the floor, she went into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Hey! My whore son isn’t giving it away anymore!” she grabbed $43 in cash out of the wallet.
“Waiting for the sweaty 23-year-old Eric in his dressing room on his knees, wearing only a black dance belt was the cute, thin and toned 18-year-old blond blue-eyed dance student Cal.” Passions flare and complications ensue when a NYC ballet company provides a new bottom boy to gratify its total top superstar.
It’s 1951, and Washington D.C., has been overrun by hordes of dangerous homosexuals brazenly committing lewd acts of perversion, threatening the American way of life. Law enforcement is on the case.
“Your work is excellent, but you’re leaving that job. You’re going to be turning tricks instead. You did it on the inside, you’ll do it on the outside. You’re still cute a boy and you’re a pro. Interested parties feel your time should be monetized, all will be explained to you…”
“Damn! You’re a real DLB!” “What’s that?” “A Down Low Bitch.” “Fucking right!” grinned Derek. He opened his mouth, put his head down and began licking the man’s glorious cockhead, it smelled of sweat and the precum was so sweet. Derek began sucking, deepthroating and licking balls in earnest.
“On your back.” He knew from experience that bottoms crave to be commanded and that they desired getting fucked in that position. He rammed his cock right in with little resistance, this bitch was obviously used to taking big dick, this bitch was still nice and tight.
“I’m very interested in the position, Mr. Singh.” “Super! This interview has three parts, you’ve done excellent on the first, the verbal portion, we’ll see how you do on the second.” “What’s that?” “How well you suck my cock.”
“What the fuck do you mean, calling my father a known cockhound!” “I thought you knew he’s gay, it was always too awkward to talk about. I couldn’t discuss with my high school best friend what a great cocksucker his dad is and that I’ve been fucking him for years…”
The ferris wheel reached the top and their car swayed back and forth. They saw the stars above in the night sky, the Atlantic Ocean before them, below, the lights and crowds of Coney Island. “Oh, Jimmy” said Donny with tears in his eyes, “I love you so much” as he kissed James. Perhaps, one day there will be a chronicle where you’ll learn of James’ future adventures…
The St. Regis Hotel room door opened, there standing in a royal blue plush robe with CG monogramed on it, was 30-year-old Cary Grant. James was awestruck that Cary Grant was even more stunning in person in living color then he was on the screen in black and white.
“This soundstage is used to film screen tests of East Coast actors and those are sent to Hollywood for executives to see if there’s talent to bring out. It’s also used to shoot stag films. Joan Crawford and a lot of stars started out in nudies” Mr. Holloway explained to James.
Weary from board meetings, worn out by managing one of America’s greatest fortunes and taken up with social obligations, Mr. Collins looked forward to the pleasure of undoing his red silk dressing gown, laying back on a wingchair and having James suck his cock and then fucking James' ass.
James opened the door. There was a tall dark-haired thin man with stubble wearing a dusty suit and shoes that were falling apart. “Good morning, I was wondering if you needed any odd jobs done around the house or maybe you need the lawn mowed” said the man.
There was much horseplay as nude players swatted other nude players’ asses with towels. The atmosphere was intoxicating for James who gazed at their lanky bodies with those swinging great cocks and juicy balls. A few sportswriters were around in the Brooklyn Dodgers’ locker room interviewing players
There weren’t many patrons in Brooklyn’s Albee Theatre. That was especially true in the virtually deserted balcony where James liked to sit so he could be alone in a row and wouldn’t have heads in his way. However, during the Mickey Mouse cartoon, a suited man sat down right next to him.
“It’s the talk of the town about what a fairy my nephew is, and I thought I’d see for myself.” Brown-haired rugged clean-shaven 38-year-old Uncle Chris was wearing scruffy jeans and a white T-shirt. His biceps bulged in it and James saw the tattoo of a heart on one of them. He also saw the bulge in Uncle Chris’ jeans.
James entered the Waldorf-Astoria, it was even fancier than the Astor. He went to the room he was told to go to and knocked. “Great to see you again!” said cheery Ed, the boy from the Astor bar. He led James in, “This is my father…”
James was mesmerized and in his own world at Madison Square Garden watching the two spectacular sweaty men spar around, punching each other with blood flying. His eyes were drawn to the bulges in their blue and red satin shorts caused by plastic cups encasing and shielding those fighters’ manhood.
“What do you want to rent?” asked Mr. Katz from his desk in a low voice. He was 34, thin, medium height, dark-haired, brown-eyed and cleanshaven with a prominent nose. James found him to be exotically handsome.
“I like that you call me Donny” he said as James was sucking his cock. “I’m going to call you Jimmy; it’ll be like back when we were kids.” James was inspired by his love and soon made Donny even harder with his mouth. After a while, Donny took his cock out of James’ mouth...
“Hey, Jimmy. What’s up? Why the visit?” said Donny as they smoked cigarettes in the alley. “Uh, I’m a queer. I’ve been sweet you on you since the day I first saw you in school. I think about you all the time. I’ve always wanted to tell you that.”
“Swell! You’re just in time!” loudly said a tall handsome dark-haired young man in the bar of the Hotel Astor. “I’m Francis and this is Edmund,” he shook James’ hand. “I’m James.” “In five minutes, Edmund is going to turn 19. We’re down from Yale to celebrate.”
“I’m very particular about my clothes. Besides fucking you, I’d also need you to keep my suits brushed and my shoes shined” said Mr. Ross as he handed James a twenty-dollar bill. “This will cover a week.” “Yes, sir.”
“I have a proposition for you” James said to Mr. Russo, the construction site’s handsome foreman. “Seize opportunities when they’re presented to you, and if they’re not, make opportunities” had said Mr. Parker.
“You have to learn to finish off a man with your mouth. That’s what you’ll be doing a lot of. Not every man wants to or has the time to fuck. Get back down on my cock.” Mr. Parker had more to teach James.