Rocco’s Diary

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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PREFACE

A preface is normally not required for a story of fiction. Rocco’s Diary may be an exception; it’s a story that needs telling. Told by armature storyteller Staley Cole Smith, a door opens to a clandestine double world for a gay man named Rocco Alessandro.

It is a tale of salaried behavior between a willing Italian Adonis and his many clients. The narrative in part, is written with erotic and erroneous behavior. It is not intended reading for persons under 18 years of age. The story is fiction, but the emotions are real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, names, places, or things are purely coincidental.

FAIR WARNING 

Dear Diary

Here I am an average construction worker by day and an escort rent boy by evenings. I know I am more than someone who’s money-hungry and gross. The opposite is true. I am a paid escort and do not indulge in illegal prostitution or get paid for providing sex; but if sex happens, it happens. 

At the end of the day, I’m just a guy trying to get by. “This is what I do - It’s who I am”

                                           Rocco Alessandro

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The Home Front

New Jersey

Rocco Alessandro was a carpenter apprentice and Nick Vertucci a brick and stone worker. They worked together doing construction jobs on the Jersey shore.

Rocco was born in the Bronx, and grew up in Hoboken, NJ. He was young, impressive looking, with no feminine traits and a solid built body. He also had full-size junk and a fine-looking butt, which he used, to his advantage.

With Rocco, there was something for everybody. Wealthy mature women were in steady demand for his services. They were the most willing to dole out cash for an escort, and never bargained over price. They insisted on keeping their private affairs private. This was a key understanding in Rocco’s escort business and remaining clandestine was the agreement. He was above average, and for him, it was a way to lubricate his pocket with greenbacks.

Rocco was gay, but that didn’t mean he would avoid women. On the contrary, for compensation, he would accompany the loneliest damsel. Rocco was every bit a polished gentleman. His burning desire however was for men. He got well paid for every trick in the book required for both men and women who employed him. He was a fast learner and understood how to perform for pleasure and profit. Rocco kept his double life, away from his co-workers on the construction sites. That is, until now.

The Jersey Shore was Rocco’s first job in construction. The pay was good, but the work had distractions, as far as Rocco was concerned. It’s not that he couldn’t do it, because he could. Working on a scaffold on a hot summer day with his shirt off was a common event. The sweat would sparkle on his dark muscular Italian body with tight faded jeans accenting the front and the rear of a stunning body. Women stared up at him on a scaffold and tooted their horn as they drove by.

He was strong and knew what he was doing as a carpenter. However, it was escorting a mature woman to a cocktail party, pretending to be a relative, that paid so much better.  Dressed for elegance, Rocco transformed himself into a 5-star model. Sex was not always part of the evening, but if it was required, He would oblige in unforgettable fashion. He didn’t sell sex. He was compensated for escorting.

Rocco resembled mafia but he wasn’t mean – he was ‘bello’ with charisma. Just an Italian Jersey boy from Hoboken who lived gay, moonlighted as a Gigolo, and passed for straight

Nick Vertucci was born in Jersey City. His parents came to the United States from Palermo Italy. He wasn’t Rocco’s best friend but he was okay to work with.  They both spoke Italian and from time to time would take little digs at one another. They never hung out, or did things together, unless it was work related.

Nick, was as straight as an arrow.  He was older, married and played around with women when he thought he could get away with it.  He was husky like a football player, with jet black hair, beautiful tanned skin, penetrating eyes with long black eyelashes, and beefy in all the right places. He was good looking like Rocco.

Nick had been married for eight years to a Cuban girl whose name was Sofia. They met in Daytona Beach, right after High School.  It didn’t take her long to sway Nick and they got married after knowing each other less than a month. They settled in New Jersey because it was home to Nick.

Sofia was an attractive lady, with little charisma or charm.  Everyone imagined, she was a wild sex machine, because she was fast and loud. As for being a sex machine in the bedroom, only Nick knew that. They had twin girls, who attended Catholic school in Hoboken. Nick loved his daughters, who spent weekends with their grandmother, Nick’s mom, who spoiled the girls, not with food, but by slipping them spending money. “You no save – you buya someting a nice” she would tell the girls.

Nick seldom talked about Sofia except for her constant complaining. The guys on the job told Nick that being an Italian stallion; he was too thick headed and stubborn, to please a Cuban bitch. Strangely enough, he agreed. Nothing was ever right and she treated Nick like a nobody. That bothered Rocco and irritated him, even tho it was none of his business. 

Rocco wrote in his diary.    “I know it shouldn’t, but Nick is my kind of prescription. I could use one of him every four hours. I dream about him, even when I'm not asleep”

Rocco, had polished sexual experience even tho he was younger than Nick. He was respectable to women, but that was mostly an escort job for him. What he really wanted was Nick, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Nick would talk about getting laid, with the guys on the job. They all talked about getting laid except Rocco.  He just laughed, and went along, when it was expected.

How yucky it was, listening to constant pussy talk.  It isn’t pretty for a gay dude to hear a bunch of loud mouth Italians bragging about their experiences with women.  His idea of getting laid was different from these guys. If it put something green in his pocket, he didn’t care who it was.  “The condom is a hole filler and takes the abuse, I just fill it,” he would say to anyone who asked.

Rocco would check out the guys at work and study their crotch movements. A few of them had impressive looking butts, and he salivated wishing he could get his hands on every one of them.  That’s what sex driven gay men do. They notice everything, so it wasn’t unusual.  By comparison, the clients he entertained were seldom hot looking. But had money and threw it around like water. Still, with a client, it was a job and he thought of it that way,

Rocco eyed Nick every chance he got. The bulge between his legs was sinful.  Nick’s attitude towards gays however was pretty mixed. With the other men, he made fun of girlie homosexuals. But around Rocco, he acted differently, because he didn’t think of him as queer. He knew Rocco was gay because Rocco told him. He told everybody on the job including Santo the construction foreman. It was important for Rocco to be liked, and he wanted Nick for a friend. They already got along as co-workers, but he was hoping for friendship. If there was one thing Rocco understood – it was how men think, especially the straight ones. They all respected Rocco and with Italians respect is a very big thing.

It was the end of the day and Rocco’s had to leave his pick-up with a mechanic for a minor repair. He needed a lift home.

“What’s the truck doin? Will it start? Nick asked speaking in Italian

“It will start but shuts back off, I don’t think it’s getting enough gas” Rocco replied also in Italian.

“C’mon, roba calda (hot stuff) I’ll drop you off,” said Nick.

“Aren’t you worried that you might get touched?”

“Me worried? You’re not gonna touch anything. Sure, I know what you do. No big deal. It beats me why a guy would want dick anyway.  At least, you don’t fly around like a fruit.”

“Not all gays are fruity.”

“Hump, the faggots are.”

“Geese, how fuckin dumb is that?”

“You’re pissed now, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not pissed. Do I get that ride, or not? Rocco asked again in Italian

“Get your ass in here., I said I would give you a lift home.”

Rocco sat next to Nick and began talking. The parking lot was becoming deserted and they were nearly the last vehicle still there.

“Tell me about this gay shit.” Nick said.

“What gay shit do you want to know about?”

 “You know. Faggot shit?” Nick asked. “I mean what’s it like?”

“C’mon Nick, you’re not that dumb. How the hell, do you expect me to answer a question like that?”

“I’m just wondering, that’s all I’m saying.” Nick added. “I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“I know, okay, it’s getting off with another man. With the right person it’s like nothing else on the planet; any man can do it.”

“That’s nuts, --no, it’s fucked up”

“Most people say that, but they don’t know what gay people know”

“Hump” replied Nick “I suppose you know everything.” He sat in the truck and made no effort to get moving. Rocco suspected that he wanted something because he sat there with his legs open.

“Is there more about gay shit, I should know?” Nick asked

“You could use a good blow job but you know that” Rocco said

“I don’t like cheating on my wife.”

“Oh, good lord, tell that to the pussy down at Sally’s bar, after you fucked her brains out. Now that’s cheating. With me. I’m doing you a favor.” Nick was either dumb as a cucumber or clever” Well, Nick wasn’t dumb.  He knew exactly what he was doing.

Rocco looked between Nick’s legs and he had an erection. His zipper was already down and you could see bulged white underwear.

“Rocco ran his fingers over his swollen crotch touching him, even tho he wasn’t supposed to – “For me?” – He asked,

“It’s for both of us” and pulled his dick free from the underwear to showed Rocco. “Is this what you’re looking for? Nick asked him.”

“That’s it.” Rocco replied

“Touch it then, ahh go ahead, it’s alright”

Nick’s was already leaking. Rocco put his hand around it and trembled ever so slightly thinking Nick might punch him in the head. He could be unpredictable with his Italian temper.  Rocco slid his hand over his warm flesh not thinking about anything other than what he was holding.  He went down on Nick like a frog catching a fly. He deep throated him and Nick’s groaned while rising to fill Rocco’s mouth with a slow steady rhythm. Everything was okay now, he finally had Nick.

“Damn, your mouth is so warm, it feels like a woman, faggot, don’t stop.”

Rocco didn’t have to work long before Nick flooded his mouth.  Nick groaned, and let loose, dumping it on Rocco’s tongue.  It started to run between his lips, but he slurped it back and never lost a drop. He could barely swallow fast enough to keep up, but he managed. He managed just fine.

Nick moaned. “I needed to unload that.”

“You almost flooded me, how long has it been?”

“It’s been a while, since I got off like that. Sofia won’t take it. So yeah, it’s been awhile.

“Maybe you were saving it for a gay dude.”

“You think?” Nick said “You’re a gay dude”

“Nah, I never think, I just react.”

“Liar – you’ve thought ‘bout me, c’mon admit it.”

“Okay, “I thought – I thought!” Rocco admitted

“I knew that. I told you I ain’t fuckin dense. You’re okay.” Said Nick.”

“I know I’m good, and nobody has ever asked for their money back.”

“What?” snapped Nick.

“Oh relax, that’s a joke.”

Nick started the engine but didn’t move yet.  They sat there still talking. Everything was cool. “I’m gonna make you an offer.” Rocco said, speaking in Italian

“I bet you are. Okay, let’s have it.” replied Nick, also in Italian

I want to lick your chest, legs, anyplace, then do this again. “You are bellissimo between your legs, man. Just bellissimo” Rocco told him

“Ahh, I don’t know. I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t mean now; tomorrow after work.”

“You know how I work, I will be sweaty.”

“It’s what I want to do.” Rocco said

Nick hesitated “Okay, fuckin okay.  Just keep your mouth shut on the job and don’t talk to anybody.” Nick demanded. “I’ll do this with you – you’re different. Now don’t fuckin talk about this, capisci?

“I got it.” Rocco replied.

“Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you home. I need to think more about this,” and drove out of the parking lot and across Main Avenue. Nick stopped in front of Rocco’s house and put his hand on Rocco’s shoulder. It was a harmless jester.

“Okay Alessandro,” Nick said, sounding mafia like. I like to fuck. “Are you up for that?  “Don’t bullshit me now!!”

“Sure, I’m up for that”

“Finocchio.” (faggot) Nick replied. “Remember, shit head, keep your mouth shut to your gay friends. I’m married, so don’t screw things up for me.”  And he drove away.

Rocco later wrote a diary entry - “As simple as it happened, today was one of the most exciting times for me in recent memory.  Nick wanted me between his legs.  I have to see things as they really are. It meant nothing to him and that’s too bad.”

As the weeks rolled by, Rocco sucked for hours, swallowed saucers of cum, and took care of Nick on a regular basis. Nick used him like a slut so much, that Rocco stopped working at night. His regular clients began to dwindle away. Nick was better sex to feed his enormous appetite and earning money didn’t matter any longer. Rocco had plenty of money. He had been saving it for a long time.

The more time they spent together, the more open they became when they were alone. They turn out to be pretty good friends. Nick liked saying that Rocco was nasty and had filthy habits. Rocco would reply. “Yes, I do. - I have lots of filthy habits.”  They did this speaking in Italian and nobody caught on. In private Rocco would get on his knees sniffing and putting his mouth on Nick’s underwear pulling with his teeth.  Rocco began to think he owned Nick, but that wasn’t the case, as he was about to find out.

He tapped into his diary. - “Nick doesn’t realize how much he has to offer until he offers it. It’s never too much for me, only not enough. My God, he is perfect – this is crazy” 

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Teacher’s pet 

Nick, wanted a woman for sex, so, he cheated again on his wife, with an unmarried school teacher. It didn’t bother him at all. He, was so in love with himself that he never gave anyone’s feelings a second thought. He told Rocco about the teacher and it didn’t surprise him. Rocco wasn’t jealous of anything, including Nick.

At a parent-teacher meeting, Nick met his daughter’s teacher.  Sofia was not able to attend due to illness, so he went by himself. That was mistake number one.

The teacher, whose name was Lily, spoke to the parents as they gathered around the classroom. There were certain things she expected from the children, such as politeness, and asked the parents to help.  Nick sat with his arms folded and pretended to listen but was actually sizing her up.  She was unmarried and not especially attractive but had a good figure and big breast.  Nick pictured her naked with him on top of her. Need I say more?

Sex was important to him and he seldom shied away from it.   He simply wanted to get his dick wet in different places. Nick hungered for almost anyone but didn’t let dudes touch him. Rocco was the exception.  Sofia would have exploded had she known what he was doing behind her back with Rocco.

He faked charisma, and the teacher was impressed with him. Nick was no scholar but he looked like a Roman Centurion from the neck down. Hunky-hot, to say the least. He had plenty going for him, but tack wasn’t one of them.   He was macho - Italiano and learned, if you want something, go after it.  So, he borrowed a line from Rocco and asked the teacher if she would fuck him. That sounds terrible, but if you knew Nick, it was ignorance from an ignorant man. She was not upset and said, “No, you are married.”

“Okay” - He replied, “Married? Yes, but married is not always the greatest thing. It’s not cheating, when there’s no sex in your marriage.” And he gave her a sad pretentious look.  Nick was good at doing this and It didn’t bother him at all. She fell for the sniffle story, so it didn’t bother her either.  Nick carried condoms in his truck and fucked her wildly in the passenger seat. However, it was like banging a statue trying to get some reaction from her. Nick got off but it was boring. The teacher, got the best of the bargain for sure.  Nick wasn’t pleased, he knew it wouldn’t happen again.

On his drive home, Nick thought about Rocco, and he hit the steering wheel with his fist out of frustration. He missed him.

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Jackson 

Rocco leaves New Jersey and his construction job. He flew Delta airlines to Los Angeles where gay life was plentiful for his colossal appetite. The west coast looked good to him, from what he heard, and wanted a change. There were abundant hook ups in Hoboken, so that was not a problem; but he wanted to experience the competition along the Pacific.

He met a sexy guy named Jackson in Starbucks, at Westside Pavilion Mall.  Jackson was about his age, twenty-four, and intrigued with Rocco. He liked the way he walked, dressed, his trim body, and especially his impressive package.

Jackson was built well but looked rather plain. Maybe ‘different’ is a better word.  He came over to where Rocco was sitting and asked. “You won’t scream if I sit down here, will you? I know you are saving this seat for me

“Scream? – I doubt it. Are you checking me out?”

“Of course,”

“I won’t scream.”

“My name is Jackson”

“I’m Rocco, sit down – sit”

 “Are you a model?” asked Jackson

“What makes you ask that?”

“You are so good looking and expensively dressed, so I just thought….”

“No, I’m a Giglio” Rocco replied

“Really, a Giglio?”

“I’m playing with you. I work in construction but I like to dress nice.”

“That’s probably how you got those great looking arms   I would love to see you with your shirt off.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you would. What do you do?”  asked Rocco.

“I’m doing it.”

“Sitting in Starbucks hitting on guys and tossing around compliments?”

“Pretty much…. No, I work in the mall. I sell things”

“Drugs?”

“Shoes. I sell women’s shoes and charm the old ladies. I get a commission selling expensive shoes.”

“I charm old ladies occasionally.” Rocco said

“I’m sure you do, where are you staying?”

Rocco rented a furnished room by the week. He came across a job, tiling a dining room floor of a restaurant close to where he was staying. The owner was a Korean man, who was fussy on details, but cheap on labor. But it was work, so Rocco did it.

Later when Jackson got off from work, Rocco met him and they began to hang out’ together, having sex and carrying on like two sluts. They would go to gay bars and clubs drinking dancing and getting hit on. Rocco encountered more than his share of hot men and fooled around with some of them. Jackson seemed to be trolling for whomever pleased him. He liked being noticed but didn’t have the star power that Rocco possessed.

Rocco made scores of diary entries on his smartphone, which he carried in his pocket. He password protected his diary and wrote things about his life. He would tap encounters and moments into his diary and Jackson was mentioned often. Jackson was becoming romantically attracted to his new friend. Rocco, however, remembered what he went through with Nick, and wasn’t interested in a boyfriend.  He was romantic only when sex was good. And, with Jackson, it was always good, because they were two of a kind. Rocco never stopped thinking about Hoboken and knew it was only a matter of time before he would return home to where he was king.

It was late in the day, as Jackson’s car roared along the Pacific coast. They had been to Carmel and San Francisco for the weekend and returning along Point Lobos State Park. It was a time-consuming drive back to LA. and Jackson’s thoughts began to wander. He wished Rocco’s head was in his lap about now. He thought about his last blow job, and he began to twitch. He knew what he wanted, from his precious friend. Rocco liked the gay scene and sex made him feel powerful when it took over his body. He was attracted to Jackson, because he could control him. He had a tight little body which Rocco banged away at pleasing himself similar to the way Nick treated him back in Hoboken.

The two of them were naughty and they didn’t deny it. In fact, the dirtier they could make sex, the better they liked it. They aroused each other just by talking foul, or with a mere touch. Every day he would be between Rocco’s legs, followed by a long dialogue of piggish words. Sex with Jackson was different than sex with Nick. But in some ways, it was better, because it was Rocco who was in charge, and Jackson gave him anything he asked for. There was a colossal amount of attraction that blossomed which seemed flawless because there was no commitment. They both sought erotic sex with the sky being the limit.

The car roared through San Fernando Valley and Jackson knew a short cut in LA. It shortened the trip by about an hour. Once they got back to his apartment, Jackson parked in his usual place and turned off the engine. The sat there for a moment saying almost nothing. He kissed Rocco just as a lady walked past the car... She caught a glimpse of the kiss and smiled. She was charming.  “I bet she’s got a gay son” quipped Jackson

“Probably” – and you no doubt had him.”

“Probably”

Once inside, Jackson scurried into the bathroom and one could hear him peeing into the toilet. He never closed the bathroom door unless there was company in the apartment.

“Hey, faggot; got anything to eat in this place?”  Rocco cried out.

“Besides me, - you mean?” Jackson called out from the bathroom.

“Yes, besides you - never mind, it’s under control” Rocco shouted back. I ‘m going to order pizza and chicken wings.” Then he opened a couple of beers.

They sat on the sofa and Jackson laid his head in Rocco’s lap. Rocco ran his fingers through Jackson hair and touched his face. “Damn – you’re a sexy dude.

The doorbell rang, the pizza arrived. They sat there swigging on beer and munching like two schoolgirls at a summer picnic. Jackson wiped the sauce from his lips with a napkin.

“Okay, ready?”

“For what?”

Jackson dropped his jeans.  His under wear was a little funky from wearing them all day. “You like that – don’t you? - Yeah, you do.” Jackson said.

“A-huh,”

Body aroma (but not filth) was an aphrodisiac, at least it was to Rocco. He had no inhibitions when it came to sex. He was well trained by the time he turned nineteen. He could swallow dick with seldom a hint of choking. That alone made him popular with straight and gay men.

They sat together munching on the last slice of pizza and swapping tomato stained kisses. What a team they had become, as sex mates. Everything was in place for romance, but it still wasn’t right for Rocco.

‘C’mon” – Rocco said to Jackson. “Let’s hit the shower”

Jackson smiled, raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips. He was forever doing crazy jesters. It was a rush, as they made their way to the shower. They wanted to explore erotic gratification by being careless whores. Despite having what appeared to be a meaningful relationship; it was not meaningful beyond friendship.  What they had was a game. It was sad in a way, because they would have been perfect lovers. However, the love they shared was for their bodies and not their emotions. Jackson wanted more but Rocco seemed incapable of loving anybody. He was a charmer and a good catch, but having a boyfriend was not something he wanted.  Jackson in his heart loved Rocco.  He never told him his true feelings. because that would be a sure way to lose him.

Rocco wanted to go back east. He missed New Jersey, family and his friends; so, he decides he would do just that. He missed Nick too but knew that was a lost cause and had to get himself out of the past.

“Come with me,” Rocco said to Jackson. You have a month off and we can spend it together in the east. We can go to New York for a few days. It’s a city where it doesn’t take any practice to find someone.  It’s in a league of its own.

“I know it is and I will go, because it’s you that I care about. I don’t care about New York.”. Jackson had a way of lighting things up, they were comfortable together.

The following three weeks, they spent together in the east. Only they didn’t go to New Jersey, they stayed in Philadelphia.

 Rocco was never without his phone and made diary entrees not every day, but often.

“The west coast is too gay for me, if that is even possible. Jackson is easy to love for somebody, but not for me.  I dream of yesterday but yesterday is over and of no consequence. Even with time, it doesn’t get any easier.” 

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Colin

A month passed quickly in Philadelphia and Rocco was leaving once again; only this time he was going to New York City, and Jackson was returning to LA.   Rocco received an invitation from a buddy, named Jeremy who lived in the village. He asked Rocco to come and stay with him while he was in New York.

Jeremy was Rocco’s best friend growing up in Hoboken. They understood more about each other than their parents did. Youth and innocence has a way of coming to a head.  At fourteen, they were wrestling one day when Rocco sat on Jeremy’s chest. Their eyes fixated on one another and Jeremy kissed Rocco. That was all it took. The boys began fooling around naked and did a lot of kissing.  They didn’t think they were queer or anything like that. NO, they were friends, not girls.  At fourteen, they thought queers had pink hair and rode in gay pride parades.  I’m sure they knew better. They were gay friends with occasional lust for each other.

They became adults and went separate ways, leaving Hoboken in the past. Jeremy heard about an opening at the New York Public Library on 5th Ave. He applied and got the job, so he moved to Manhattan with some objection from his parents.  He was twenty-one years old and sexy looking, which can’t hurt living in New York. Jeremy met an older man who owned the building where he rented a one-bedroom apartment. His name was Ray who was very taken with him.

Rocco, went a different route, not by choice, it just happened.  Men offered Rocco money for his time. At first, he only had to stand there. It wasn’t long, before he realized he could make more money by doing different things. So, he did.  He began escorting women to cocktail parties, pretending to be their son, or nephew. Rocco never went anyplace without condoms in his pocket. He didn’t look for sex as being part of escorting, but as he often said, “If sex happen – it happens.”

His real occupation however, was the building trade and he thought of himself first as a construction worker from Hoboken., second as a Giglio.

He wanted to see his buddy Jeremy again, so he took him up on his offer. Once in New York, Rocco hoped to find a job as a waiter, in a fashionable upscale restaurant or hotel. He knew that he could attract financially secure businessmen. For him, that meant security in a concrete jungle. He could earn cash, if he played his cards right. He knew the escort competition was fierce but he was built for it and his impressive face and hard body was certainly a plus.

Jackson was returning to California and purchased a flight for Los Angeles. He wasn’t happy about leaving Rocco, but he knew he could never win his heart, so it was time to move on. His flight didn’t leave until the next day, so he went with Rocco to the train station to see him off. The path train for New York pulled out and Rocco was gone. It happened just that quick.

“He’s only window dressing” Jackson thought to himself and went into the station’s snack bar for a second morning cup of coffee and sat at a small table.

“Did you lose your best mate? You look a bit dumpy” said an attractive man with a British accent.

Jackson turned to him and said – “England?”

“Australia”. The man replied. My name is Colin.

“I’m Jackson. Please sit down”

“Delighted” replied Colin.

“Is this your first time to Philadelphia,” Jackson asked.

“Yes, it is. I am from Melbourne and I am utterly lost.  I have been visiting American cities and learning about your fabulous country. I am fortunate however; I get to travel often in my business which covers a majority of expenses. I am doing research on US politics and hoping to complete a book on America’s rise to prominence after defeating the British crown in the 1700.s. That’s what brought me to Philadelphia. You know, Ben Franklin, The Liberty Bell and all those good things.

“Got it.” Jackson replied. “this is the right place to be, along with Boston. Actually, I’m from California. I have been in Philadelphia with a friend, and I go home to LA tomorrow.”

It appeared that Colin never heard a word he said to him. His eyes were transfixed on Jackson and he liked what he was looking at. “Say Jackson, do you have anything planned for later today?” asked Colin.

“Not really. I just saw a friend off for New York.”

“Have lunch with me.”

“What?”

“Have lunch with me.  I’m alone in this big city for one more day and I would love to share some time with a friendly American.  When you’re only here for a couple of days, one has to speak up and move fast.”

Jackson was surprised, he just met the man and he liked him. That’s not saying a lot, he liked most men. The Australian accent was enlightening to hear.  Jackson found the accent sexy along with everything else.

“Okay, sure, but it’s my treat.” 

“No way Mate. I did the asking – remember?”

“Jot your number on my phone, and I will ring you in an hour or so. We can figure out where to meet, since you know the city.”

“I don’t know the city, I’m from Los Angeles.”

“We’ll work something out. We can go where the tourist go, that’s easy. Later mate.” 

“Yeah, later.”

The Australian accent was sexy. His clothes were finely tailored and he was genuinely nice.  Jackson wasn’t expecting anything sexual to happen. But, to be prepared he showered, and scrubbed every body part. He put on a pair of black pants with a white button-down shirt. He wanted to look clean cut and manly going to a restaurant. He stood in front of a full-length mirror and chuckled to himself. He didn’t look sexy by a longshot. He looked like an altar boy.

Jackson received a text message to meet on Chestnut Street, near Independence Hall in about an hour. It was perfect because his hotel was not far from Chestnut Street.

As he approached the corner, Colin was already there. He looked incredible without trying very hard. He wasn’t sure how old he was but Jackson figured around forty. Clothes clung to his hard body like bark on a pine tree. His pants were form fitting and showed a package between his legs. Jackson was slightly nervous but wildly excited. He walked up to speak to Colin.

“Good-day California.” Colin extended his hand. This was the first time they touched each other. It felt comforting and almost erotic; but a lot of things felt erotic to Jackson.

“Hi there,” – Jackson replied. “There is a restaurant close to Independence Hall that looks perfect - how about there?  It’s mostly adults and no noisy kids”

“Excellent. Can’t take a bunch of ankle-biters running around when you’re having lunch” ... Replied Colin.

Poking forks through Chicken Caesar salads, they chatted away about politics, world cities and the weather. It was summer in Philadelphia and winter in Australia. Jackson brushed his leg against Colin and left it there for a few seconds. Jackson was good at this and didn’t care for beginner’s games, so he put his hand on Colin’s lap under the table. It was magical when Colin opened his thighs and took Jackson’s hand and placed it on his crotch, covering the swelling between his legs. Jackson could feel a semi stiff package right through his clothing. “What do you think?” – asked Colin

“I think we should get out of here.”

“Me too – most definitely.” Colin replied

Jackson was already twitching and beginning to get hard. His hunger was no longer for salad. He wanted Colin and was willing to do most anything, it didn’t matter much to him. He was every bit a whore, the same as Rocco, when it came to men.

They left the restaurant and walked three blocks to Colin’s hotel. There, they took the elevator to the 14th floor. Jackson could not keep his eyes off Colin’s butt, as he walked in front of him. They stopped at room 1404.

“I hope he’s not dangerous.” Jackson thought, “At least I’ll go happy.” That nonsense faded quickly when the door closed behind them.  Jackson without delay pushed Colin against the wall and began touching his body. He kissed his chest and slobbered over him like a desperate slut. His hand went immediately to the bulge in Colin’s pants.

“Want it? Colin asked.

“Jesus yes,”

“I knew you did.”  Colin labored anxiously getting his pants off and trying to remove Jackson’s shirt at the same time. “Naked, California boy I want you naked.

Colin got his pants off and stepped out of his underwear, his dick was hanging downward and becoming firm. “Get on your knees and give me a gobby.” He said.

“I’m not sure what gobby means, but I know what to do?” Jackson mumbled. He laid Colin across the bed and kneeled on the floor to service his Aussie mate.  Rocco had shown him a few moves with his mouth that were erotic and he intended to use them. He sniffed and licked Colin, nibbling on tuffs of crotch hair as he travelled over his body.  He was delicious smelling and wanted everything he could get his lips on, including the inside of his thighs and butt cheeks. “Do me, you little whore, put it in your mouth.  Colin was getting wildly hot and started spewing degrading words at him.

 “I’ll try.”

“Don’t try, do it” – Colin commanded.  “I could see the hunger in your face, when you met me.”

“You could. Could you?

“That’s a compliment.”

Jackson travelled over Colin’s body which smelled sweet and moist. Jackson slid his mouth over his dick and it disappeared between his lips.

“This is better than I thought it would be. I don’t offend you with my words, - do I? 

“Offend me? –  no”

“You have a great mouth, I want to face fuck you. Are you up to that” Colin asked “What do you say mate. Care to help an Aussie out?”

“Sure” Declared Jackson.

“Get on the bed mate. Now lay your head over the edge, don’t worry, I’ll support you. Colin straddled Jackson’s head. Slowly he dropped to the back of his mouth. He gagged a few times but relaxed and let Colin have his way with him. He was gentle but got carried away with the warmth of Jackson’s throat. He was moving slowly up and down over Jackson’s face. It was incredible that he was able to take him. Colin began talking to him. “Got cha mate, my dick looks so hot between your lips. Are you my whore?”  Colin asked.

‘Yeahhhh” was all Jackson was able to mumble.

“Are you feeling okay?” – Colin asked for fear of hurting him.

“A-huh”, Jackson mumbled once more.

“Want me to stop?”

“No – I can take it.”

“Good, I want you to take it –You like having Aussie sex?  Don’t you mate?”

Jackson couldn’t answer because Colin started to spurt warm vanilla in spurts of sticky sweetness. He pulled back so Jackson could relax, he didn’t want him to choke.  Finally, they leaned back on the bed.  “Are you feeling all right”, Colin asked. 

“I’m okay,” he replied, gulping the last of it down.  I may not sing in the choir for a week, but I’m okay.”

“You are amazing.” “I’m astounded your mouth could handle me, I’m a pretty big boy.  I’m sorry mate for the name calling. You are not a whore.”

“I know”

“I’m married, and my wife could never do that in a million years.”

Jackson was still as hard as a biscuit. Colin began jerking him off. with a firm Aussie hand, it didn’t take long for him to shoot onto his own stomach.  “That’s it bloke, Good.” He gingerly kissed Jackson and then wiped his stomach dry with a towel.

There isn’t much left to say about that afternoon. It wasn’t earth shaking as far as gay sex goes, but it was good.  Jackson was hoping to fuck, but it didn’t turn out that way. His throat was a little sore for a while, but the experience was worth it.”

Colin left Philadelphia, the next morning continuing to Boston as Jackson suggested.  Jackson went to the airport to catch his flight to LA, thinking about the Australian hook up and what he would have done differently. His jeans twitched thinking about the fourteenth floor with Colin’s butt in front of him…

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New York Experience

Rocco sent his clothes ahead to New York. All he carried with him was a small travel bag with clean underwear, incidentals and condoms, which he carried with him all the time. He liked the train because he could meet people.  It was crowded as usual; however, Rocco found a seat next to an elderly woman who was munching on a bag of cashews

“Have a cashew” the woman said to Rocco putting a small white paper bag next to his hand.

“Thanks, don’t mind if I do”

“Do you work in New York?” The woman asked

“I’m going to see some friends in Manhattan” Rocco replied

“That’s nice”

“A-huh” Rocco mumbled

“You are awfully good looking young man” the woman said

“You’re pretty nice yourself. Should we start dating?” Rocco said smiling

She started to giggle and told him she had a grandson about his age. Then she said…another cashew?”

“No thanks – the train is stopping. This is where we get off.”

The path train from New Jersey pulled into downtown Manhattan. The elderly woman went up the escalator and disappeared into a crowd of people near the Freedom tower.

Rocco took the A train to W. Fourth Street, Washington Sq. station. Jeremy lived four blocks from West Fourth Street.

Rocco walked along Barrow’s Street, locking at house numbers. There was somebody sitting on steps, a few doors ahead of him. As he approached, he thought he recognized him.

“Hi there.”

“Hello”

“Want to wrestle?” – Rocco said

“What did you say?” – OMG Rocco, is that you? – It was Jeremy. He jumped from the steps hugged Rocco and grabbed him by the cheeks of his butt and giggled - “Rocco, you are fuckin hot. Come on in buddy. You have to meet Ray. He is sleeping but will wake up fast when he sees you.”

“Let him sleep.”

“Fuck No. he is only cat napping. Besides, he lives downstairs, so he will be leaving.”

Ray was not sleeping. He opened the door and everyone went into Jeremy’s apartment.

“Don’t tell me.” Said Ray. “This is Rocco.”

“Yup, that’s me.” Replied Rocco.

“Hello gorgeous man person. I am Ray. But you can call me available.” - Ray said laughing.

“Hello yourself, and you can call me ‘expensive” – Rocco replied laughing back.

“Remind me to carry American Express.” Said Ray.

“I’ll do that.”

“I like your sense of humor. Glad to meet you”

“Thanks Ray, it’s a pleasure.”

“I have to run.” said Ray, to Jeremy.  “I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll no doubt see everybody.  Later” - He left and closed the door behind him.

“Before you ask - NO, he doesn’t live with me. He lives downstairs. I already said that.  Ray comes up when he wants to talk which leads to sex. I just got mulled over before you arrived and he was resting. He likes to nap after getting off.  He’s around fifty-five, so he says. But it’s probably more like sixty. I don’t mind. He helps me with the rent, especially when I’m short on cash, which is not that often. He’s in good shape and I don’t care about age.  “Yeah, okay, I’m a slut - I do what I can.”

“If you ever saw some of the clients, I had to opened up for, you’d be shocked, talk about slut.”

“Nothing shocks me Rock. I remember trolls going for you when you were sixteen, they wanted your ass” Rock was the name Jeremy called him back in Jersey.  He liked hearing it again.  “The last I heard, you were in LA” Jeremy said

I was then, I’m not now – screw LA, he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped his beige cargo pants to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. “What are you looking at?” Rocco said, knowing damn well the answer.

“It’s not the cargo pants, I was thinking about how I use to suck that thing, when we were teenagers.”

“I thought of that too. I guess you never forget your first blowjob.”

“Was I your first?” Asked Jeremy

“Nope”

“Was too.”

“Nope, was not.” Rocco reassured him

Jeremy had a sweet cheeky melon butt, not too big, just a handful that always brought a raise to Rocco’s appetite.  “I am going to shower and get Ray’s smell off from me.” He disappeared into the bathroom and one could hear the water running into the tub behind a plastic shower curtain. Rocco followed and stepped into the shower with Jeremy.  They put their arms around each other.  Jeremy darted his tongue into Rocco’s mouth and nibbled on his lips, just like old times.

Rocco soaped Jeremy’s body generously and washed him while warm water rinsed his well-defined frame. He ran his hand between the crack of his butt and finger fucked him gently. “Ah, c’mon, if you’re going to do that – fuck me like you mean it.”  Jeremy said holding on to him.  He wanted Jeremy right then and there but didn’t do anything. Instead helped him out of the shower and they dried, dressed and left the apartment’

They went to lunch at a bohemian café off Christopher Street. They served a huge grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and spinach on homemade bread as a daily special along with stewed rhubarb blended with orange gelatin for a touch of sweetness. The clientele was mostly tourist, and artist from the gay comedy clubs. In the evening Jeremy took Rocco bar hopping.  The men in the clubs hit on Rocco, which was no surprise. But nothing happened. Rocco was not interested in a blend of bar queens cruising for sex.

The following day, they met at Bryant Park. There were NYU students there that Jeremy knew from the library. They shared a table, on the lawn with a couple of undergrads from Massachusetts. Rocco didn’t stay very long at the park. He had a job interview at an upscale hotel restaurant near Columbus Circle. So, he split and took the subway uptown.

At the hotel the manager greeted him. “I understand that you would like to work here, in our dining room? – Correct?

“Yes sir.”

“I’m sorry, but we are not adding servers to the staff at the moment.” He told Rocco.

“I see. But, I would like to say that I was brought up in the restaurant business at my grandparent’s summer resort. I have worked in Paris at ‘Le café de la Paix’, and also in Honolulu.”  Rocco was lying his head off. He had no experience as a waiter although he once served tables in a diner, before his construction job. He didn’t want to be a waiter anyway but knew he could pull it off. He only wanted to meet wealthy men and splash around his charisma. Attraction always worked for him, all he needed was a contact source. He may have lacked dining experience, but he suppressed it well with lies and charm.

“Sorry, we have nothing.” The manager repeated.

“That’s fine. I understand. My family stays at this hotel when my father comes to the city on business. He is a state senator as a point of interest. It makes for good business relations.”  Again, Rocco was lying. His dad worked in a warehouse in New Jersey “Thank you for your time, sir.” Rocco said and turned to leave.

“Hold it.” Said the manager.  “Step into my office and fill out an application form and We’ll discuss days, hours and wages. You can start tomorrow for the breakfast hour.” Report to the kitchen at 7:00 am.”

“The kitchen?” – said Rocco

“Yes, the kitchen. You will be scrapping plates and washing dishes.” Everybody starts in the kitchen. If you work out, then you will wait tables after a week or so on a trial basis”

“I think not” – Rocco said

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Replied the manager and walked away.

Rocco was back on the street feeling rather asinine. “Well, that didn’t work.” He thought to himself.  Jeremy had a proposition for him. He knew about Rocco as a Giglio.  He escorted with him a couple of times but didn’t have the magnetism to pull it off like Rocco could; instead he wound up working in a library, which he preferred.  Jeremy became acquittanced with a well to do older gentleman, that he met at the library.  It was for companionship at first and turned to sex occasionally. Jeremy had been naked with him a couple of time and he paid well for company. Now, he wanted two masculine men to come to his home. Rocco would be perfect for the job.

“Rock, you want to make some serious money tonight?”

“Sure, what do we have to do, hold up a Brink’s truck?”

“Nothing like that. He’s an older gent looking for company. It’s nothing you haven’t done before. Trust me.”

“This guy isn’t a nut job, is he?”

“No, just trust me.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” - It was close to midnight when a taxi caring Rocco and Jeremy stopped at fashionable address on the Upper East Side. Rocco felt comfortable with this job. It was work he had plenty experience doing, so yes, he was in his comfort zone.

“What’s this character’s name?” Rocco asked

“Randolph is all I know. It’s probably phony, but just call him Mr. Randolph. He will like that.”

A man answered the door. He was the housekeeper and recognized Jeremy. “Come in Jeremy. You and your friend can go into the den. Mr. Randolph will be with you shortly.”

They walked pass the den and headed for the master bedroom. “Where are you going?  He said the den?”  “Play along” he whispered to Rocco. They stopped at a lavish bedroom and stood in the doorway. “Don’t stand their gentlemen, come in,” a man’s voice said to them.  Sitting on a sofa, next to a king size bed was a cool looking gentleman with silver hair completely dresses and holding a cocktail in his hand. He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

“What now?” asked Rocco?

“We become lovers.”

“With him?” –Rocco asked

“No, with each other. He’s happy watching us have sex together. And, I didn’t tell you, but one of us may have to fuck a woman tonight so he can watch. I hate doing that – so buddy, that will be your job.”

“Okay, I can do that, work is work”

They started slowly undressing each other. It was annoying to Rocco and he became aggressive and ripped Jeremy’s underwear off and threw it on the floor. Together they dropped on the bed and started kissing like they really meant it. Rocco lifted Jeremy’s legs in the air and began squeezing his butt and pushing a finger into him. Jeremy groaned which added to the drama. Rocco pretended to rough him up and slapped him around getting him hot. He pinned Jeremy’s naked body to the sheets by laying on top of him as their bodies slid together with massive erections.

An attractive Latino brunette came into the bedroom and began screaming at them in both English and Spanish. “Why, my husband, are you holding that man’s ass” You fuckin Hijo de puta bastard, she screamed at Rocco.

Jeremy whispered to Rocco. “You are Puerto Rican, tell her you want to fuck.”

“I don’t speak Spanish.”

“English, Rock – do it in English.”

Mr. Randolph liked how powerful Rocco was for a gay man. What turned him on was watching Rocco move his body.  He also wanted to see Rocco’s reaction to a girl in the room. It didn’t matter to Rocco, he was willing to do it, but Randolph stopped him. The girl left the room leaving Jeremy and Rocco standing there like a couple of naked dummy’s. “Get dressed, I saw what I wanted to see” he said to them. 

This was a test run and a waste of time in Rocco’s opinion, he was a professional and this was stupid.  They were naked but hadn’t done much of anything. It didn’t make any sense to Rocco but it would eventually. Mr. Randolph disappeared into another room. They put back on their clothes and headed for the door to leave. Jeremy stopped by a table in the hallway and picked up a white envelope, sitting on a silver tray.  He stuffed the envelope into his front pocket and they left. Mr. Randolph was nowhere to be found.

When they arrived back home, Jeremy left the envelope in his pocket and went directly to the bathroom, peeled off all his clothes with Rocco and they showered together. After, Rocco took Jeremy into the bedroom and tossed him on to the bed. “You know what I want?” Rocco said

“Yup, I do”

Jeremy wiggled on the bed. Moving his melon butt into the air. “Okay, this time make it real” 

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Ray

The aroma of fresh brewed coffee seeped through the air in the apartment. Jeremy was preparing breakfast. He scrambled eggs and cooked some bacon. He popped some bread in the toaster and poured two glasses of cranberry juice.

Rocco got out of bed wearing only his underwear. His dick bulged in the front, a little messy but still hot. “Did we fuck last night He said to Jeremy.

“What’s this ‘We’ business? As I remember, I bottomed, and you took advantage of me.”

“Advantage,” that will be the wrong word of the day, -

” Prick!!”

“Please, no compliments. It’s too early for ego building.”

They sat together at the kitchen table by a window that overlooked the street. There wasn’t much traffic on Barrow Street in the morning, except for several folks on bicycles heading towards Washington Sq. Park. Jeremy poured Rock some coffee and put a plate of scrambled, home fries and toast in front of him. “Here – put your lips on that.”

“Jeremy You’re something else.”

“I know – but don’t let it get around unless it’s in a men’s room.” He replied chuckling

“I don’t want anything for last night’s waste of time. I only need subway money and I already have that.” Rocco told him

“No Rock. Half of this envelope belongs to you. “It’s obvious that you were the star that Randolph wanted”

“Nonsense” He wanted to see nude men and we were both nude. it was business.

Rocco knew that Jeremy could use cash. Naked was a trashy way to earn it but they gave Randolph a show, so it was a job. Jeremy held the envelope and hugged Rocco.  “Thanks Rock.”

Someone tapped on the apartment door.  Jeremy opened the door in his underwear. It was Raymond, his landlord from downstairs.  “I haven’t seen a bulge like that since a man helped me off a train in Denver. “Ray commented, staring at Jeremy’s crotch. “I smell coffee.”  He said

“You probably smell underwear, well c’mon in. Rocco is pouring. Want some breakfast?”

“No just coffee.”

The three of them sat in the kitchen talking and drinking coffee. Ray was raping Rocco with his eyes, it was difficult not to notice what was right in front of him.

‘I have to get dressed. It’s Saturday and I am going to the library. “Mingle – just talk among yourself” Jeremy said, trying to imitate Linda Lavin, and disappeared into the bedroom.

Rocco knew that Ray was staring, and he was used to men doing that. Ray looked over his body like a hungry alligator zeroing in on his crotch along with everything else.

“No, said Rocco, breaking the silence.

“No, what? Replied Raymond

“I’m not having sex with you. – I’m not.”

“Geese, you’re good. Okay, but at least give me a chance to ask.”

“That wouldn’t make any difference.” Rocco added

“Let’s say, for the sake of conversation - if you did, what would it take to get your underwear off?”  Ray asked being quite serious.  “C’mon, can we talk a little business here?”

“We don’t do business together?”  Rocco said, not interested. “Don’t tell me that everybody has a price. I have no price and I am not having sex with you.  You’re acting like a toilet seat.”

“Suppose I gave Jeremy next month’s rent free. I know you would do anything for Jeremy.” Ray said

“No”

“Okay, forget about it.” Ray said

“Make it two month’s rents free, and I’ll do it.  I guess there is a price anytime I can help out Jeremy.” Rocco said

“How about something quick, like letting me do a hand job, for one month and not two?” Raymond asked, bartering like a merchant.

“Two months or nothing pal” answered Rocco.

Whenever Rocco used the word ‘pal’ this way; it was not a compliment. It was Godfather Italian for “nuisance.”

“Naw, that’s too much. I’ve got bills too you know; but I tried.”  Replied Ray and walked towards the door.

“Anytime, pal.”

The door closed and Rocco refilled his cup.  “What a fuckin amateur,” he said to himself.

Rocco was still job hunting but was having no luck finding a job at an upscale hotel restaurant. He read an advertisement on the subway about jobs available at the Freedom Tower in downtown Manhattan. They were looking for helpers who knew finishing work, such as sheet rock, tiling, moldings and trim. Much of the Memorial was ready, but there were inside jobs that needed to be completed, before the museum opened to the public.

The ad for workers played over and over in his head. Rocco loved that type of work. He was trained for it and understood how building structures had to be done. He especially liked the inside finishing work.  Rocco dedicated his life to doing things the right way. Whether it was performing as an escort or making crown molding, he did it the best way he knew how.  He smiled thinking back about Santo, his former boss from Hoboken.  He used to look forward to the homemade cannoli’s his wife Marie used to bake. Santo would bring in a tray heaped with cannoli for the men on the job. Those times were wonderful and the cannoli were better than just good.

It was a fine-looking autumn day in New York. The sun was warm with cool brisk air coming from the Hudson River. It was delightful; just one of those days to be alive.

Rocco put on comfortable clothes and went for a walk. The engineering office for the world Trade Center was within walking distance. And that is exactly where he was headed.

The supervisor who met with Rocco was a Jewish man in his fifties; who everybody called Moe. They hit it off right away and Rocco went to work the following day. Moe hung around Rocco the first few days watching him work. Rocco wondered if it was his work or his crotch that impressed Moe. He snapped back quickly realizing how warped his thinking had become. The Giglio business was ruining his common sense, he needed to throw away the mirror.

In no time at all, Rocco was saving money from his job. He thought he would get a place of his own, but Jeremy didn’t want him to leave. They were sharing expenses and halves on rent, plus, they were getting five-star sex rooming together.  What they had was a love affair of a different kind. It only takes a sip of wine to know it’s a good bottle.

Ray had a two-bedroom apartment, on the first floor available, so they took the apartment and moved downstairs. It was more expensive, but they shared the rent and Ray was happy to get the rental income. This concerned Ray a little, because Jeremy with the cheeky round butt and a hot bottom, was slipping away. Ray offered Jeremy a deal. He proposed a rent deduction, when Rocco moved away and he was left to pay the rent on his own.  It was a verbal agreement and Jeremy agreed to let Ray fuck him from time to time.  Ray had a decent body, nice equipment and lots of experience. Jeremy didn’t mind having him on top and he got off every time Ray was inside him. Jeremy actually liked it more than he let on.

Getting Rocco however, was a different story. Ray was not in his league so having Rocco was off limits although he never stopped trying. Rocco thought maybe he should let Ray give him a blow job and squelch the annoyance once and for all. But that was a bad idea because it would give Ray encouragement to do him like he was using Jeremy and that wasn’t about to happen. Rocco wrote a memo about Ray under an irritant category in his diary.  It wasn’t mean, just factual.

Rocco wrote in his diary … “Ray takes time getting used to. He’s not bashful and will ask anyone he likes for sex. He’s a good person but irritating, He uses Jeremy like a slut, and Jeremy doesn’t mind. It’s none of my business, so I don’t talk about it. I have my own users making a slut out of me.  Everything is relative when you’re gay; it such foolishness”

There was a neighborhood gay bar not far from Washington Square, where Rocco would stop for a drink after work. If you didn’t know him, he looked like a hot straight construction worker, and gay dudes would mingle about him, like moths around the flame. His personality was first class and everybody liked him. They would rub his leg, touch his butt and flirt with him. They got away with touching him because it was a gay bar and Rocco didn’t mind. He didn’t like his dick grabbed, but patting his butt was cool.  Some would buy him drinks, which he felt guilty accepting, since he had more money than they did. But he played the game well.

Taking a piss in the men’s room, somebody, tried to hold his cock. Rocco didn’t like being touched that way and he looked angry.

“Let me blow you man. I’ll make it worth your while.”  Said a nerdy little queen.

“Beat it, you can’t afford it.” Replied Rocco.

“Randolph can.”

“What did you say? Asked Rocco

“I said, Randolph can afford it.” He repeated “Can we go someplace and talk for a minute? How about the coffee shop on the corner? Just for a minute?”

“No!!” Beat it kid and left the men’s room. He heard him say, “Please” but kept on walking.

Rocco swigged down the last of his beer and was about to leave. He spotted him again with a group of gay gigglers. They were laughing and having a good time.

Rocco walked over to them and put his arm around the young man who propositioned him.  “Hey there good looking, can I buy you a coffee?”  And he squeezed his shoulder.

“Uhm, you mean me?”

“Of course, I mean you” Replied Rocco.

“Yeah, uh sure” he replied

The look on everyone’s face was invaluable. There were three sexy looking gay men in the group, and Rocco put his arm around the nerdy looking one. They walked away in amazement.

“Are you going to beat me up or kill me?” He asked “You’re mad, huh?”

“No, I’m not mad and I won’t hurt you. I was rude before.”

“Naw, you weren’t rude. Everyone brushes me off that way. You are great looking and I took a chance. I wondered what it would be like touching what you have. I thought a punch on the jaw might be worth it. I guess when you’re not much, one tries harder. My name is Victor but call me Vic or Victor…ah, it doesn’t matter.

“C’mon Vic, said Rocco. I am buying us coffee.” To everyone’s amazement, they walked out together.

The coffee shop was convenient. They sat in a small booth just inside the door. Vic kept staring at Rocco’s face.  He looked like a lonely kid, who was always left out of things, but Rocco was about to change that.

“Okay shoot, Vic. What do you want to talk to me about?”

“Randolph”

“What about Randolph?” said Rocco

“Randolph is my uncle, but that’s another story, and he lets me stay at his house when I am broke, and recently, that’s often. My job has been cut from five days a week to four.  It’s a shit job at a cafeteria, but it’s a paycheck.  I have a roommate but we don’t have a lot of money.  Anyway, it’s not about me. I saw you and someone else put on a nude demonstration in the master bedroom. I was watching, from my secret hiding place, but Uncle Randolph doesn’t know about it.”

“Randolph is trying to find you, I heard him talking about this guy Rocco.  It would be to your advantage if you went to see him.

I don’t drop in on clients and ask if they want company. They contact me and If I like them, I go.

“Did you like Randolph?”

“No, he wasn’t friendly”

“Yeah, I know.” Victor replied, he’s rough and a good person as long as he’s the boss.”

  “Anyway, I thought, (don’t get upset) but if I could suck your dick, in exchange I would leave your cell number where Randolph would find it and call you. That’s it, plain and simple.”

Rocco glared at him; he hated foolish games.

“Jesus don’t hit me I knew you would never go for it,” Victor said, finally breaking the silence.

“Yes, I would go for that, it’s dumb as hell, but it might work.”

“You would?”

“How did you come up with this idea?” Rocco asked

“Desperation - Nothing just happens for me. I have to work at it. Will you really do it?”

“Yup, and I will go one better, something to think about. Do you want to blow my buddy as well as me? He is the guy who was with me at Randolph’s house. His name is Jeremy.”

“Sure, but I can’t afford anything like that, what would Jeremy want?”

“Nobody is talking about money. We’ll just do it. Okay?”

“OMG Yes.” “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

“No Joke.”

“Rocco called Jeremy on his cell and told him the story. If it was okay with Rocco, it was okay with him. He was to meet Jeremy in about an hour.  Victor was a little too forward, but sweet and spoke with honesty. Actually, he wasn’t all that nerdy. His dark brown eyes sparkled beneath his short cropped brown hair. He was a bit clumsy which gave him a nerdy impression. In reality, he was puppy plain but Rocco saw him in a different light.

Vic was sitting on a stool in the apartment, he looked nervous with them standing over him. He thought they were judging him, and hoped they were not planning on hurting him. That always crossed his mind with strangers, because he got beat up by nasty queens and straight men often.

Rocco pulled off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop, then kicking them aside. Jeremy followed suite and the two of them stood before victor almost naked. Their chest moist and smooth leading to masculine hips and sexy long legs; only the white fabric of underwear covered their plump picnic basket.

“Okay kid, you’re on” Rocco said

Vic slid off the stool to the floor and kneeled between them. He looked up at their rippled smooth bodies and stared into their faces. Everything was good. He put one hand behind Rocco’s leg and one behind Jeremy.  Jeremy placed his hand on the back of Vic’s head and guided his face into his crotch still covered with underwear.

“Smell me, buddy boy, and smell Rocco” Jeremy commanded.” He closed his thighs in order to keep Vic’s head between his legs. Rocco did the same thing and Victor licked

his underwear like a puppy. He was so cute on his knees in front of them, that it got Rocco hard immediately.  He pushed his underwear down and his hard cock sprung into Victors face. Vic gulped Rocco into his mouth slurping and masturbating him with his lips.

“Take it way down kid. You are in the big leagues now,” Said Rocco

Jeremy was guiding Vic’s head while he was blowing Rocco. Put everything you can in your mouth, and don’t forget our buddy over there.”  Said Rocco.

Victor moved to Jeremy and began deep throating him. He held Jeremy’s butt under his hands doing the very best he knew how. Rocco and Jeremy stood side by side smiling at each other, while Victor went back and forth from man to man working to get them off.

“He’s good” – said Jeremy

“Yeah, very good, he is getting what he wants,”

“Are you getting what you want, Vic?” – asked Rocco

“A-huh” - mumbled Victor sounding almost like a growl.

“I’m getting close.” said Jeremy, he took over and hand jerked his smooth torpedo meat until he could feel bubbling in his crotch. He let loose with spurt after spurt on to Victor’s tongue. Vic moved it around and swallowed. His eyes were beaming and he was content as a pig in a trough of slop

“I’m next” Rocco said, stoking himself with his left hand.”  He pulled Victor up from the floor and put him on the sofa. Then Rocco straddled his head with is butt on his face. “Lick me, Vic. You wanted to touch me, so touch me where it counts.”

This was far more realism than Vic expected. He was living a moment with a man who would never have given him the time of day, now he was here with him naked.”  It was a combination of magic and Christmas.  Rocco put his flagship meat between Victor’s lips and jerked off into his mouth. It was such volume, that Vic kept pushing back onto Rocco, so as not to miss anything. He beamed from ear to ear and the glow on his face said it all. Vic wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thanks fellas, oh God yes, thank you.”

“I like him.” said Jeremy

“I do too” replied Rocco. “I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too, He’s good, and did you notice the cute little butt on that kid?”

“I did, maybe we should get him back and fuck him.”

“I would do that.” said Jeremy. – “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“I was only kidding, asshole.” declared Rocco.

“Well, I wasn’t. He’s probably a tight little virgin. I don’t think he gets a lot.”

“He got enough tonight to hold him for a while.”

“Well, I still want to fuck him.” Said Jeremy.

“Okay, I’ll ask him.”

“I already did.” Replied Jeremy.

“I’m not surprised… whore.” Rocco leaned over and kissed Jeremy.  He really adored him, there was no denying that.

Before Victor left, they let him clean up and gave him something to eat. “I will let you know how I make out with Randolph. He said to Rocco.

You made a couple of friends here today.” Rocco replied. “I’m just saying, ‘do your best’ and don’t make promises that you don’t intend to keep.”

“I would never do that - Never.” Victor said. He turned around to leave and Rocco put some money in his hand. “Geese – You don’t have to give me anything, I’m a ‘nobody’ and you guys are stars.”

“It’s not for sex, it’s a present. Now take it and get the fuck out of here.” Rocco said smiling.

“I can’t believe this”. Victor mumbled, as he went to the door shaking his head. – “They like me.” “Thanks” Victor yelled back as the door closed behind him.

“That was cool. I like the little goof ball”

“Yeah, I do too.”

In the diary, was written - I feel a new appreciation stirring inside me. There is something good about every day and today it was Victor. Jeremy and I got blow jobs.  He can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch; I want to relive that feeling, but I won’t elaborate, life’s a hard business” 

***********************

Mr. Randolph 

A couple of day passed since Victor had been with Jeremy and Rocco.

Rocco was so use to hook-ups coming and going, that nothing concerned him. Although he did wonder if Victor got to Randolph.

After work he stopped for his usual beer at the club near the square. He became friendly with the bartender whose name was Jack.  He was older, overweight with his best days behind him. Rumor has it, Jack was a gorgeous drag queen and toast of Manhattan at one time. But that was then and now was now and of course we all change.

“Hey Rocko, the usual?” Jack asked

“No, give me a vodka and orange juice.”

“You’ll stain your pipes with that old lady drink, but they’re your pipes.” Jack said, laughing and pouring the orange juice.

“Could be, but I don’t feel like beer today.”

“Poor baby – say, I’ve got a note for you.  That nerdy dude, Victor left it yesterday. I threw his ass out of here.”

“Why?”.

“Ahh, the little twit was hustling my customers and bothering people. He didn’t have any money, but I think he did. He works that story a lot in here, so I told him to leave. He tried to tell me that you were his boyfriend, and he was waiting for you. Like anybody would believe that story.” Jack said.

“Yeah, who would?” – “Gotta go”. Said Rocco, sitting the empty glass on the bar.

“Here, don’t forget your note. It’s still sealed just the way he handed it to me.”

“Thanks.”

Rocco left the bar and walked to Washington Sq. Park, where he stopped at the first vacant bench and sat down. He tore open the envelope and began to read.

“Rocco, I gave your number to Randolph and told him, I knew you from the bar, but that’s all I said.  He wrote down this number for you to call him. That’s the way he wants it, at least this time.”  

Vic

Thanks again for you know what. – and Jeremy too”

Rocco took out his phone and tapped in the number written on the paper’

“Yes – Randolph here”

“Mr. Randolph, This is Rocco Alessandro. I have a message that you wished for me to call you sir.”

“Yes. I am looking for an escort.”

 “What has that to do with me?”

“You’re an escort and look better that most. I want the best. Let’s get real here.” Randolph said.

“Okay – talk to me.”

“Where are you now?” inquired Randolph.

“Washington Sq. Park”

“Come over now? Will you do that?”  Asked Randolph

“I can’t now, I just got off work and I am dirty with saw dust. My jeans are soiled and my work shirt is sweaty. Let me go home and clean up first.”

“NO, come the way you are. I have work to discuss with you.” Replied Randolph.

“I would rather go home first.” Rocco said

“I would rather you get your ass over here now. We are only going to talk. I don’t give a damn about sweat and saw dust.”

“I did shower, but that was this morning.”

“I don’t need a bathroom report.”

“Okay, it’s your dime, I’m on my way” said Rocco and put his phone back in his pocket.

He brushed himself off the best he could. “Geezuss, pushy old troll, I don’t like that man,” he thought to himself. But he paid well – very well.

Once there, he rang the outside bell and someone buzzed him into the main lobby. He went directly to Randolph’s apt. and knocked on the door.

Randolph opened the door with a friendly greeting. He seemed much nicer than he did on the phone. “My housekeeper isn’t here, so we have the place to ourselves,” he said.

“Fine,” replied Rocco.

“I’ll fix us a drink. Scotch okay for you?”

“Do you have any beer?”

“Beer – it is, I only have bottles, so I will give you a glass.”

“Bottle is okay” said Rocco

“I’ll give you a glass,” Randolph repeated

Rocco went into the den. It was an elaborate room, with wood cared walls, large brown and black leather furniture and ultra-expensive blinds. He removed his shirt and steel toe work shoes but wasn’t sure where to sit, so he remained standing. 

Randolph finished preparing the drinks and brought them into the den. He saw Rocco standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets with his shirt off. His chest gleamed with moisture, his abs looked magnificent. The denim fabric of his soiled jeans bulged in the front and in the back. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body, only muscle. There was no doubt, this man was special.

Randolph’s eyes widened and he sat down the drinks.  “Oh, good lord, Rocco, how superb you look.  I don’t know what to do”

“Here, let me help you.” said Rocco, and he leaned his body into Randolph almost knocking him over. Their faces were inches from one another. He dreaded Randolph might kiss him, and that is exactly what happened. Randolph put a hand on each side of Rocco’s unshaven face and stared into his eyes. Rocco was not keen on kissing old men, but this was work. He stood there and let Randolph kiss him. He massaged Rocco’s crotch through his clothing, with the back of his hand. 

Randolph was about thirty years his senior, but one would never think thirty years – maybe twenty. He was a good-looking man, with silver hair and chiseled facial features. He liked nice things and paid handsomely when he was pleased. Rocco knew he was a winning combination of sex and generosity. He was there to go along with Randolph and if sex happened it happened. Rocco, knew how to shuffle the deck and play his cards right.

Rocco made an attempt to be sexy; something that required no effort. There was groping, sexy mumbling and a lot of licking by Randolph. He raised Rocco’s arm over his head and put his face under his arm pit.  Rocco was moist, but the black hair under his arms smelled nice “I told you I should have showered first.” Said Rocco.

“Shut up – you’re perfect.”

It was then, that Rocco picked Randolph up and carried him like a new bride across the room.

“Which bedroom boss?” He asked

“First door on the right.” Answered Randolph. “I’m too heavy, put me down.”

“No, you are not heavy. I am strong and you are my captive.”

“Randolph loved that remark. The thought of being carried away by a strong beautiful man was arousing.  Although it was not his idea, he liked being called boss too. He buried his head under Rocco’s neck and let him carry him into the bedroom. Once there, Rocco laid him carefully on the bed.

He removed his jeans and laid next to Randolph undressing him. First came his shoes, then the pants, socks and shirt. The underwear he left because some older gents like to leave their underwear on.

Randolph couldn’t keep his hands-off Rocco’s body. He was touching him everywhere especially his swollen prime meat between his legs. 

“Want it boss?” asked Rocco

Breathing heavy, Randolph answered, - “yesses.”

Rocco laid on his side facing him and scooted up to Randolph’s face.

“Take it boss,”

He went into Randolph’s mouth. His dick was being drawn like a baby sucking a bottle of warm milk.  The only sounds coming from Randolph were moans of contentment.

He held Randolph’s head gently in position, so he would be comfortable as Rocco slid back and forth between his lips. Everything was slow and gentle, he didn’t want to be rough. “Is this how you want me?” he asked

“Randolph mumbled put your finger inside me,”

Rocco, wet his finger and did as he was told. “You want to get fucked, don’t you?” mumbled Rocco.

“Yeah, oh yeah, but I’m afraid that you are too big. I don’t think I can take that pole.”

“Okay then, we won’t do it.”

“Don’t listen to a sex craved old bastard like me. I said to do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt your boss. I want to please you.” Said Rocco

“So please me.” Growled Randolph

Rocco worked as a rent boy and for him, this was just another job. There was nothing he wouldn’t do with someone, as long as it wasn’t violent. He rolled a condom over his dick and lifted Randolph’s legs into the air supporting his thighs with his arms. Randolph tossed him some lube. “Here, use this” he said.

Slowly entering his body, Randolph wiggled around like a corkscrew liking everything Rocco was doing to him.

“Jesus this is wonderful” Randolph said to him.

“Good, because now I’m going deep inside you. So, no complaining boss.”

Rocco to his amazement, slid in easily. “Well, you’re no virgin”, he thought, as he thumped away jockeying downward. When he saw the contented twinkle in Randolph’s gaze, he understood It’s not what you do, it’s how you do it.

“I’m about to load this condom, but I can last as long as you want me in there.”

“Now, is good, but I want to see it.” answered Randolph. “Do it so I can see it.”

“Rocco shot off and pulled out of Randolph. The condom wasn’t a clammy mess, as one might expect, but it was clearly used and sticky.

“Get me off Rocco with your hand and use the stuff in the condom for lube. Get dirty with me, it’s okay.” said Randolph. Rocco began masturbating him, using the sticky junk, squeezed from the condom for lube. He wasn’t happy about doing it and couldn’t wait to wash his hand; but he did as he was told. Randolph got off very quickly and smeared the mess over his chest using Rocco’s hand like a bar rag. He didn’t like his hand doing that either, but at least it was over. – or was it?

“Lay on top of me.” Randolph commanded.

“Rocco obliged him and rested his naked frame on top of his chest. This wasn’t his favorite part of the job, but he kept reminding himself he was skilled.  It was okay, but not pleasant.

“That’s enough, let’s clean up.” Randolph said

After a hot shower in an elegant bathroom and another drink, they relaxed in the den. It didn’t seem so bad now that he was clean. Would he do it again? Of course, he would, now that he understood Randolph and his kinky ways.

Randolph told Rocco what he wanted from him. It was a paid escort job, for later in the week. Rocco listened attentively as he spoke.

“I thought today was what you wanted me for, I just fucked you” 

“Oh, that just happened. You have a great body. I wasn’t going to waste that since you were here”

“I see.” Replied Rocco.

“I want you to attend a dedication of a gallery wing, that I helped finance, for the Museum of Natural History. There will be influential people there that I want to impress. You will be my nephew seated at my table. You do have nice clothes, don’t you?”

“When?”

“Saturday at 8:00 pm. It is cocktails and dinner, at the Plaza Hotel.” “Now for the clothes…”

“Is it black tie?” asked Rocco

“Not necessarily, elegant dinner jackets, will be fine.  Naturally you will be well compensated.”

“I’ll do it.”  Answered Rocco “He learned not to ask “how much” from wealthy people.” But they usually told him. Randolph did not.

“Do you need proper clothes? If you’re my nephew I want you to look well off.”

“I should be fine but if you’re concerned I will go shopping” said Rocco

“Splendid idea. I am sending you to Gucci located in Trump tower on 5th Ave.  My salesman is named Foster and he will take care of you. I will give him a call and tell him to expect you. I will also give you a hand-written note of introduction, so there is no problem getting everything you want. Charge everything to me and don’t forget the shoes; buy only top of the line, think big” - Oh, and Rocco, don’t wear jeans into Trump tower.

“Don’t worry boss, I know how to look well off.” Rocco assured him.

“Good. I will send a car, to Greenwich Village for you on Saturday at 7:00 pm. I have your building number on Barrows Street.”

“You do?” “Yes, I guess you would have that.” – Said Rocco.

“Now for today.” Randolph handed Rocco a white envelope and walked him to the door.

“Saturday then.”

“Yes, Saturday.” Replied Rocco and left.

This was exactly what he was looking for. A dinner party with wealthy people and half the men looking for clandestine sex with a suave male model with a great body. Rocco always maintained an air of elegance to his personality. He could drop the Jersey accent and speak educated, reminiscent of a duke from Milan. He never sounded ‘dramatic’ just proper.

He exited the subway at West Fourth Street with the envelope safely tucked in his jeans pocket. He hadn’t opened it but clutched it closely as he travelled through Manhattan.

Jeremy was not home and the apartment was quiet. Rocco sat at the kitchen table and tore open the envelope. It was stuffed with a slew of greenbacks with Ben Franklin’s picture on the bills. “Really cool” Declared Rocco – as he shuffled bill after bill through his hands like a deck of playing cards. “This is better than good” Rocco said out loud.

Rocco wrote – I’m a victim of events and well compensated for it. Gayness is my weakness and I follow my destiny because I am an actor. It’s been said that a fool and his money are soon parted. Randolph is no fool, only a man willing to please himself.  Cash today from Randolph will increase my bank balance considerably. On Saturday the real game begins at the Plaza with dignity. 

********************************* 

Sheldon

Rocco stood on the brownstone steps. It was Saturday evening and he looked like a million bucks wearing the pinnacle of Italian craftsmanship, unsurpassed for quality.

A champagne colored Mercedes rounded the corner and stopped in front of him. The driver was a young black man in his early thirties. He got out of the car and introduced himself.

“Mr. Rocco?” – He said. “I am Sheldon and I drive for Mr. Randolph. I am to bring you to the Plaza.”

“Nice to meet you Sheldon. Just call me Rocco. Don’t need the Mr.

Sheldon was tall, slender with a good body. He was a handsome black man with a stubble beard, bright lively eyes and spoke with a Jamaican accent.  Sheldon was dressed in tailored khaki pants that clung to his body and a white dress shirt open at the neck. His black shoes were highly polished and wore one small gold ear ring. He was spotless and could pass for a model.  Rocco, for a split second, had naughty thoughts. Sheldon was definitely eye candy. But there was no time for stuff like that.

Sheldon held open the rear door to the Mercedes for his passenger, but Rocco closed the door. Instead he slid into the front seat next to Sheldon, so they could chat along the way. He noticed a generous bulge between Sheldon’s legs.  His own junk began to stir in his Gucci suit, but he quickly dismissed the thought of arousal and everything remained calm.

“So, Sheldon, tell me. How do you like working for Randolph?”

“It’s okay and a job. Like most employers Randolph sees me at a worker.  He is critical of job performance and judgmental when it comes to appearance. “Buy the best pants, shoes, tie, and shirt you can afford.” he told me. “Damn Mr. Rocco, I can’t afford some of the stuff Randolph thinks I should be wearing.”

“I got that impression also. He asked me one time, if I had nice clothes to wear. Can you beat that?” Rocco said

“That sounds like him. Those threads, you’re wearing look expensive to me, but what do I know about fashion. If you work for the rich, - Sheldon continued, the majority of bosses will be miserable. I just do my job and if Randolph is unhappy with me, that’s his problem.”

“I deal with the rich too.” Said Rocco

“I’m sure you do, but not in the same way that I have to. You are a “man ho” Mr. Rocco, yes sir, and no ordinary ho, you are ‘pretty’ in the moonlight. Working for Randolph I see stuff but I better be quiet, Mr. Randolph doesn’t like me talking to his people.”

“It will be our secret.”  Rocco started to smirk.  He had never been called ‘pretty’ before. Every word in the book from good looking to tramp, but ‘pretty’ wasn’t among them.

My job is not being a man ho. I work in the tower building at the constructions site downtown. I’m a carpenter” Rocco told him.

“Sure, you do – a-huh, I hear that.”  Replied Sheldon.

“Well, I do.”

“Okay, you do”. Replied Sheldon, twisting in the driver’s seat.

Rocco looked between Sheldon’s legs at the swelling in his pants. He put one hand on his lap trying to conceal his weapon, but Rocco had already seen it.

“Sheldon what are you trying to hide?”

“Taint nothing.”

“Is too.”

“Tis not.”

“Please, don’t get me fired Mr. Rocco. Mr. Randolph will drop me like a pumpkin from a second-floor balcony. I am supposed to drive – not talk to clients - just drive. – that’s it, just drive.”

“Stop worrying.” Said Rocco, Randolph is not here.

“Gotta ask you something. Can I do that?” Asked Sheldon

“Sure”

“Can I see you sometime, when we are not working?” 

“No” replied Rocco.

“Okay, no problem. Just around the corner is the front of the Plaza. I will let you out there.”

“I’ll make it quick.” Said Rocco. “I know you can’t stay there, it’s only to drop people off”

When the car came to a stop, Rocco handed Sheldon a card from the Freedom Tower with his number and a scribbled note. - “Can I fuck your black ass?”

“Hell, yes man. But you said no.”

“Men lie, even the pretty ones.” Rocco stepped out and shut the door to the car.

Sheldon drove away and turned towards Central Park heading uptown.

Rocco walked into the Plaza, looking like a GQ model right off the pages of stunning men. His appearance definitely was expensive and Randolph couldn’t be more pleased. He was greeted by Randolph’ and with him an attractive sexy young lady about Rocco’s age.

“Oh no, thought Rocco. What is Randolph up to now?”  The only women Rocco wanted to meet were older women with healthy checkbooks.  This blond bimbo didn’t interest him. Still, Randolph was paying the freight and he had to play the game.

“Okay, you two, I’ll make it quick,” said Randolph, holding each one by the arm. “Dianna this is Rocco – Rocco… Dianna. Now that we’ve got that out of the way…” “Rocco, you are my nephew and Dianna is your fiancée. These people are all strangers, so they won’t ask you anything personal. If somebody does, just wing it, or walk away. They are all a bunch of snobs anyway. Here Dianna, put this ring on your finger, it’s glass but I want it back.”

“Why are we doing this?” Asked Rocco “Pretending to be engaged?”

“I want elegant family here when I make my speech. We’ll be noticed and that is important to me.  You, dear people, for the next couple of hours, are here to make me look esteemed.  I don’t want my nephew with a date. I want a fiancée, it makes for good introductions. The three of them went into a private dining room for cocktails, dinner. and ridiculous boring speeches about stuff that Rocco didn’t cared about but applauded like a good solder.

“So, do you work for Randolph often?” Dianna asked sipping on a martini...

“Often enough - I accommodate him when he is in need.” - “How about you?”

“I do too. I fill in the ‘gap’ between clients” She replied peeking over her cocktail glass.

“The ‘gap’ – what does that mean?”

“I get fucked so Randolph can watch. He gets off seeing men nailing me to the bed sheets. C’mon get real, don’t play stupid.”

“I’m very real” Replied Rocco, as he popped an olive into his mouth.

The two of them sat at the table while Randolph mingled talking to his friends. Occasionally someone would stop by and Rocco and Dianna would introduce themselves as soon to be newlyweds. They were both charming actors and looked at each other lovingly. It was phony but perfectly played. Actually, they didn’t like one another from the moment they met.

After the acknowledgements for the museum wing had finally concluded. They were told to go back to Randolph’s house on the upper east side. Sheldon returned with the Mercedes to pick them up. He drove through Manhattan remaining very quiet and never said a word to anyone.

Rocco sat in the back of the car with Dianna, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the handsome black driver. Every time light flashed through the window, Sheldon’s face would light up. Rocco wanted him and felt sure that Sheldon would contact him.

Sheldon let Rocco and Dianna off at Randolph’s building and put the car away. He said good night to everybody. He brushed past Rocco and slipped a note into his jacket pocket.  Rocco didn’t realize what Sheldon had done.

Inside, Randolph went into the lounge where the bar was located and poured some drinks. Rocco followed and leaned him against the bar and began groping him from behind.  He started squeezing Randolph’s butt because he knew it turned him on.

Then he whispered in his ear… “I want this boss. Lie on my body and come on my chest.”  Rocco dropped to his knees and unzipped Randolph’s pants. He fished out his manhood and rubbed it against his face.

This was another world, as far as Randolph was concerned. He was a rich and generous man with needs. Rocco was fulfilling those need with more excitement than Randolph was used to getting.  “Do me Rock – do me.”  Randolph begged.

“I can’t boss, Dianna is here.” Rocco replied.

Randolph, pulled himself together and left the room. A few minutes later a cab arrived and Dianna was gone.

“Now, where were we, my Italian stallion?” Randolph asked.

Rocco unzipped his pants and placed Randolph’s hand inside his underwear so he could fondle his warm crotch. Rocco was hard with drops of precum that Randolph got on his finger.

 “Look” said Randolph, showing his sticky finger to Rocco.

“That’s for you.” Rocco replied and pick him up in his arms like he had done before.

“You have to stop picking me up. I can walk, put me down”

“Only if you insist. I like holding you, stop complaining boss. Should I put you down?”

“You cocksucker, No, I enjoy it, I like your strong arms around me. Nobody has ever done that to me before.”

Rocco laid Randolph on the bed and this time began a strip using Chippendale erotic action. He removed his clothes one item at a time. This was not exactly ‘Chippendale’ but it was good enough. He danced in place, so Randolph could watch his body move, putting one hand on his hip and the other in the air over his head, like he was bucking a wild horse fucking the air.  Randolph’s eyes followed his movement as the ripples in his chest tightened then relaxed.  Rocco was completely nude, he posed for him like the biblical statue of David. He stretched his body, flexed his muscles, and showed his butt.  He stood on the floor next to the bed and placed one leg on the bed exposing his lower frame and his junk dangled in the boss’s face. Rocco bent over and kissed him gently cradling his head in his bare crotch, turning Randolph into a helpless man. Rocco was accomplished with talent and he knew how to please. Using one’s body erotically but with style, was something not everyone could pull off with success.

He fingered Randolph like a wet woman, and using only spit, he slipped seven inches into his body riding him like a cat in the alley until Randolph came on his own chest. He watched Rocco pull off the condom and jerk himself with a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before sticky nut shot on to Randolph’s face. Rocco wiped a little on his lips. “Take it boss, – take it.” Demanded Rocco

“I do want it Rock.”  “How the hell, do you do this to me? I can’t resist you - you bastard”

“My requirement is to see that you’re satisfied before I leave.”  he replied.

“Yes, I believe that is correct.” Randolph answered and relaxed with his head on the pillow. That is your job, and now I’m tired. Go home.” - “Yes, you better go. You were extraordinary as usual. You made a miserable old man quite happy.” Said Randolph.

“I like being with you; as for ‘miserable,’ I’m not going there,” replied Rocco. “I’m used to you.”

 “Think we should have one more go at it?” Randolph asked

“I really should be getting home.”

“Okay, I’m too tired to do that again anyway.  But no train. I called a taxi and it is paid for. I use the company so they cater to me.”

“You have an astounding testosterone factory, between your legs my boy.  I owe you for a marvelous evening at the Plaza and a remarkable time catering to me here this evening. The clothes are for you to keep. He stuck an envelope into Rocco’s pocket. ‘Go home and stay safe” he said. A cab stopped in front of the building, and Rocco went to leave, but held him for a moment, before darting outside to the waiting taxi.

Randolph closed the door and sat down on the sofa in the living room. He looked at his hands and ran them over his face. A single shudder went down his body, as he heard the cab drive away. “Rocco is scorching enough to make the devil sweaty, but I can’t think about that now, tomorrow will be time enough.” He snapped off the light and went to bed.

Rocco wrote in his diary – “This evening I acted for Randolph and came home well compensated with US largest greenbacks.  Randolph also let me keep an untold amount of Gucci. How incredible is that? He has a tough disposition, but I know his weakness - It’s me.

I met Sheldon and I felt the earth move, not a lot, just a tremor.  I’m pathetic. 

********************************** 

Coney Island

The days seemed to drop off the calendar, all seven of them. 

Time flew by in a zoom and Rocco had not heard from anyone. He thought maybe Randolph would contact him for another job, but everything came to a halt.

He was not one to fret about people. Typically, he seldom had feelings for anyone who came and went.  Nick and Jeremy were the exception. He was not in love with Jeremy, but he loved him like a brother. Nick was in his thoughts, but that was a lost cause; it was yesterday’s dream.

Rocco found the note in his jacket that Sheldon slipped him. It simply read, “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.”

The thought played over and over in his head and he pictured Sheldon with his legs spread driving the Mercedes.  He was at a loss to find Sheldon. Asking Randolph was not an option and it may cost him his job. Rocco would never do such a thing.

Rocco got into the habit of going to Washington Square Park, to play checkers.  Mostly senior men sat around and played checkers in the park and Rocco got to know most of them.  They didn’t realize that Rocco was an escort, only as a good guy who was cool spending time with them. Rocco would play checker sometimes just for fun. Strangers would come by and sit for a game. They were probably neighborhood people, tourist would never do that sort of thing.

“A-hah,” shouted Eddie. “I beat your wop ass again.” As he cleared the checker board and restacked the chips.

“Yup, old timer, you sure did.”

“Hey, I ain’t so old, that I can’t beat you at this game.” Eddie replied.

Eddie was an eighty-year-old senior, who looked under nourished and thin. He lived in public housing and didn’t have much money. He was a brash dude with spunk and a witty outlook on life. He liked Rocco and treated him like a grandson. He would tell Rocco often, not to marry the first pussy that comes along. “You are young – play the field and take your time – you will know it, when you see It. You might even end up with a boyfriend, who knows” He would say.

Rocco never let on that his field was different from anything that Eddie was used to. His conquest were men which Eddie didn’t know, it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.

“You know what I want to do before I die,” said Eddie.

“No, tell me.”

“I want to go to Coney Island and eat one of those big hot dogs on a roll. I’m a New Yorker and I’ve never been to Coney There’s a subway, I think, that goes there.”

“Let’s do it, I will take you to Coney Island” Said Rocco.

“Sure…. maybe we can do that sometime. It would be nice.” Replied Eddie looking starry-eyed.

Rocco was scheduled for a meeting at the Freedom Tower to discuss a work project with his boss and the construction crew. “I’m hitting the road,” he said to Eddie, “I have ‘things’ to do today.”

“Yeah - yeah, hit the road, asshole,” said Eddie laughing while setting up the board for another game of checkers. “Go get some pussy.”

Before leaving, Rocco opened Eddie’s hand and put several twenties.  

“You’re a prince” said Eddie. “A fuckin Jersey prince.”

Eddie’s hand trembled slightly, as he clutched the money. There was moisture in his eyes but it was barely noticeable. However, Rocco noticed. He was young and had plenty of money and could always get more. All Eddie wanted was a hot dog from Coney Island. 

The week sailed by quickly and Rocco planned on surprising Eddie rescuing him from the checker games in the park. They were going to Coney Island.

About mid-week, Rocco was requested to accommodate a wealthy female client. She was the CEO of a silver commodity exchange. Sylvia, was a loudmouth calculating Jewish woman who always got her way. She was old enough to be his mother and a bit on the heavy side.  Rocco had been to her Park Avenue penthouse about a month earlier and fucked her on the living room floor. He went there to escort her to a dinner party, but Sylvia had other plans in mind, so Rocco did what was asked of him. He hated the idea of being a whore on call, but it went with the territory. This time however, was different. He turned her down.  He didn’t need the money and he didn’t like Sylvia.

He thought about Sheldon and remembered the ride to the Plaza.  The more he pictured Sheldon the harder he became and stuck to his underwear. Something seemed wrong, but Rocco didn’t know what to do about it. He realized that silence was the safest outcome for Sheldon’s job with Randolph. So, he didn’t pursue looking for him.

Saturday came around again and Rocco returned to the park to see Eddie. The park was not crowded and there were only a couple of faces he recognized and didn’t see Eddie in his usual spot.

“Hey dude, hold up – hold up,” said Rocco stopping one of the regulars who frequented the park.

“You see Eddie today?” he cried out.

“You’re Rocco, aren’t you?”

“That’s right.”

“Eddie died two days ago. The city took him away in an ambulance. I think it was his heart. Somebody said he had a granddaughter living in Yonkers, so she probably handled everything – don’t know for sure.”

“No, – I didn’t hear about that.” He answered in a low voice. He, looked around the tables where Eddie always sat playing checkers. Today was a much different day, he was sad and feeling sad was not typical Rocco behavior.  He walked away and went to W. Fourth Street subway stop. There, he rode the A train to 42nd street and walked to Port of Authority bus terminal, hopping the N train to Coney Island.

The train, swayed and jolted making one stop after another. Rocco sat opposite the sliding glass doors and watched people coming and going. Across, from him, a college student sat staring. He knew the young man was checking him out, so he thought he would help, just for fun.

Rocco leaned back, opened his legs and moved his thighs like a cowboy riding a horse.  It looked okay because the train was shaking from time to time. His crotch showed an intriguing bulge and he looked, - well you can imagine, he looked incredibly hot. To add heat to the flame, Rocco purposely winked at the student.

If that wasn’t an invitation to the dance, nothing was. Faster than a speeding bullet, Rocco had company. The young man left his seat and plunked himself down next to him

“My name is Brian.”

“That’s cool” Replied Rocco.

“And you are?” Brian asked

“Going to Coney Island. – The name’s Rocco.”

“OMG Are you a prize fighter with a name like Rocco?”

“Only when I have to be.” Rocco answered

“Be serious.” Brian commented – “are you married”

“Every time I go to bed.”

“C’mon, be serious.”

“I am being serious. “I fuck around a lot.”

“I get off at the next stop. Want to get off there for a little while?” He asked, assuming that Rocco was an easy mark.

“No”

“Can I blow you, and take care of that thing for you? I don’t live too far from here.”  Brian said.

“No”

“Why not?”

“I am going to Coney Island to meet my boyfriend.”

“What a lucky bastard.”

The train stopped and Brian got off.  Rocco sat back and closed his legs. “Like, I would go anyplace with that twit?” Rocco thought to himself.

Coney Island is a good way to escape the city heat even though the beach gets crowded.  Rocco strolled along the boardwalk past the carnival games and concessions. Ironically, Nathans Hot Dogs are a traditional favorite at Coney Island. He ordered two jumbo franks topped with chili, which is the way Eddie would have ordered it.

.

Rocco only wanted one hot dog, but he ate both of them. When he picked up the second one, he paused. – “This one’s for you Eddie.” he said out loud.  It was silly, yes, but it made Rocco feel that Eddie was remembered.  He so wanted to bring Eddie to Coney Island, but it wasn’t meant to be.

There aren’t many shady locations at Coney. Rocco was becoming bored and tired walking around by himself. He thought about going to the aquarium, but quickly dismissed that idea. The beach looked inviting, but he didn’t have anything to wear in the water, so that wasn’t a good idea either.  There were children standing in line for ice cream. Rocco joined the line and ordered a double chocolate – vanilla twist. Licking his ice cream, he sat down in the shade, and looked out over the Atlantic.

From behind, somebody’s whispered in his ear. “Are you giving your tongue a sleigh ride?”

Rocco almost dropped the ice cream.  He recognized the Jamaican accent.  

“Rocco, good mate– how have you been man? NO. I mean, where have you been?”

I couldn’t call you because Randolph found your card in the Mercedes and threw it away. He didn’t know who wrote it, and I said I had no idea where it came from. I thought of going to Barrow Street and knocking on your door, but I was afraid to do that.

“Afraid, why?” asked Rocco

“C’mon man, I ain’t in your league”

“That’s nuts. I’ve been thinking about you”

“Really, no bullshit?”

“Really” Rocco answered

They sat side by side and there was dead silence for a few seconds. Sheldon broke the silence.

“The ice cream; chocolate and vanilla together. Nice combo. Do I get a lick?”  Sheldon asked.

The ice cream was melting quickly, so Sheldon steadied Rocco’s hand and ran his tongue over the drips. He licked all the way down including Rocco’s sticky fingers. Electricity, or some sort of tingle, shot through Rocco’s body and he became swollen faster than he could control it.  He looked into Sheldon’s dark brown eyes, he was mesmerized.

“Do you still want to fuck my black ass?” Sheldon asked, pressing his leg into Rocco.

“Oh man, I want your entire body.” - “The ass comment was for fun.”

“The thought of you being inside me is naughty.”

“C’mon” said Rocco reaching for his arm and tossing what was left of the ice cream in the trash can.

“Where we going?” asked Sheldon tagging along. Rocco went to the nearest men’s rest room and Sheldon followed.  Rocco went into a double toilet stall and yanked Sheldon in with him.

“We’re not fucking in this place.” Said Sheldon

‘No, that’s nuts. I only want to touch you.” Rocco sat down on the toilet seat, and Sheldon straddled his body facing him.  They were both fully clothed and began forcing their tongues into each other’s mouth. They were finding each other and it felt good. “Come back with me,” Rocco pleaded

“Of course,” Sheldon mumbled.

Rocco put his cheek next to Sheldon’s bearded face.  “Thank you, Eddie,” He said barely audible but Sheldon could hear him.

“Who’s Eddie?

“A guardian angel, he led me to you. The last thing he said to me was “go get some pussy.””

“And I’m that pussy?”

“Sounds about right to me.” Rocco replied

“Okay, if you say so, you’re gonna love my black ass.”

They ran to Stillwell Avenue Coney Island Terminal and took the first train back to midtown. The N train was pulling out and they made it just in time.

They sat side by side and occasionally their arms would touch.  These men one black and one white were dripping with testosterone. Rocco was so horny that he could barely sit still. Sheldon was bulging at the crotch, there was magic in the air. They were back to ‘Port of Authority’ terminal in no time.  They took a taxi from mid-town to the village. Sheldon tried to pay the driver, but Rocco wouldn’t hear of it.

Jeremy was working, so they had the apartment to themselves. When the door to the apartment closed, they began attacking each other. Sheldon pushed Rocco against the wall and kissed him feverishly. He began tearing at his clothes and unzipping his pants. They practically raped each other going down the hallway, dropping clothing every few feet. Sheldon tripped into a hall table and a lamp crashed to the floor. “Fuck it – fuck the lamp. Just kiss me” Rocco said to him. By the time they reached the bedroom, only their underwear remained.  Sheldon was tall, sexy with velvet smooth black skin and legs like a runner.  He had curly tuffs of black hair on his chest. His underwear held a warm black weapon between his legs. Their junk, still locked in their underwear, were screaming to breathe free, they were getting drunk on perverted passion.

Rocco rubbed Sheldon’s butt like a priceless work of art. “Is this where you fuck my black ass?” Sheldon said rather coolly.

“Oh yeah; this is it” said Rocco.

Slipping on a condom as usual he slowly pushed into Sheldon.  Inch by inch he entered the deep warmth of this noteworthy man. “Fuck me Rocco –Yeah, do it.”

Rocco picked up the pace banging him from side to side. Sheldon worked his hips and moved to greet every poke. "Damn, that feels good he said several times”

“I’m just about there,” cried out Rocco, and was already bursting into him. He did well flooding the condom that he pulled off and threw in the garbage.   He remembered Sheldon saying, “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice” Rocco went down on Sheldon and there would be no distractions. His dick was hefty but Rocco could handle it. “Beg for it.” said Sheldon

“You son of a bitch.” Mumbled Rocco

“Ta Ta, be a nice whore.”

Sheldon exploded on Rocco’s lips and he left it there. He took Sheldon by his head and forced his mouth open returning some sticky off his lips to Sheldon.  “We’re pigs”. Said Rocco. The both sniggered and held on to one another still lying in bed. He put his arm around Sheldon and pulled him closer to him. He was stronger and wanted to protect him. Of course, there was nothing to protect him from, so it was symbolic.  What Sheldon fancied, was to keep Rocco for his boyfriend. As if that was likely to ever happen.

Rocco wrote in his diary and dated it like he always did with entries.

“It’s not where I start, it where I finish with one objective at a time. I don’t choose what I do, lust does that for me. Somewhere in these moments is a spark of realism that disturbs me. I have yet to figure it out.  Sheldon complicates everything” ……

*************************************

The Misjudgment 

The sun was coming through the window and Rocco and Sheldon were still lying in bed next to each other. Rocco ran has hand across Sheldon’s chest. He felt smooth and warm. His skin was like velvet and the little tuffs of curly hair were dark with perspiration. He looked striking lying there. His body was trim, smooth and masculine. He was horny, so he kissed his chest and woke him up.

“What time is it?” Sheldon moaned.

“Time to work on this.” Replied Rocco.

“I’m tired - what’s in it for me?” Asked Sheldon

“How about $2.00 dollars? Rocco was trying to be funny”

“Deal” – replied Sheldon. “I guess, I can give you two bucks’ worth.”

Sheldon, half asleep, crawled between Rocco’s thighs. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as he was the night before, so Rocco stopped him thinking he was too tired for this foolishness; Sheldon rested a few more minutes and then got to his feet.

“I’m up now, can’t sleep all day anyway. I’ve got things to do.”  You want to know something Rocco? He asked

“Sure, lay it on me,” Rocco replied

“I look good.  I tense up and flex my pecs, running my free hand along the ridges of this brown body and I get what I want. Give me the best clothes and I’m a prince at a cocktail party.  I speak well, walk with dignity and I’m smart. You had my junk, yes sir all prime. -  I’m sort of a niggar ‘welcome wagon’ unloading my stuff for pleasure and yes, profit.”

“Why are you telling me?” Rocco asked

“Those are obvious qualifications, and you are setting me up to escort your clients.”

“Say that again”

 “I want to escort clients. I can do what you do.”

“I’m nobody’s pimp. Talk to Randolph, he has connections.”

“Fuck Randolph, mean old bastard.”

“A-huh”

“What does “A-huh” mean”

“It means nothing” Rocco told him.

 “Don’t claim you’re perfect.” He said to Rocco.

“Would never do that. I let my work speak for itself. I’m not so sure about you.”

“You will be.”

A-huh, Rocco repeated once again. This was a side to Sheldon’s personality that he wanted to stay away from and quite frankly, it surprised him.  Talk is a stepping stone, of attitude and common sense, sort of a truth serum on behavior.

Sheldon asked if he could look through Rocco’s closet to find something clean to wear.  There was nothing wrong with the clothes that Sheldon was wearing, but he said they were dirty.  Rocco’s clothes were quality, his work jeans were Ralph Lauren denim.

“Help yourself”

“Anything?”

‘Sure, but everyday stuff - not Versace, Armani or Gucci. They are special.”

“How about these Levis? I know they will fit me. They are new and the tags are still on from Lord and Taylor.”

“Take them” Said Rocco.

“I am going to like walking around New York all day, in your clothes.” Replied Sheldon

“Want to fuck me again?” Sheldon asked. “I’m wide awake now.”

“Is sex all you think about? Asked Rocco

“Pretty much, along with money.”

“I have to go to work in about an hour.” Said Rocco, so put your black ass on hold, and get the fuck out of here and kissed him on the cheek.  Meet me at the club around six for a drink and we can go to dinner someplace if you like.”

“I would like that.” Replied Sheldon. “Today I am going to see Randolph and pick up my pay from three days ago. Incidentally, don’t tell him about us getting together. He wouldn’t like that.

“You mean Randolph the old bastard”

“I was having a bad moment. Don’t bring up my name.  okay?”

“I won’t mention it.”

“But he is an old bastard,” - Said Sheldon. “Try driving the Mercedes, you don’t know what work is – I gotta go, who’s paying for dinner?”

“You are?”

“Sure, take all my damn money”

Minutes later Sheldon was gone and Rocco poured himself a giant mug of black coffee. “Did I hear him right? – I don’t know what work is.” He’s an idiot.

He checked on Jeremy, who was still sleeping. Jeremy came in very late and tumbled into bed. He didn’t meet Sheldon, and Rocco was glad about that. The best thing about company is when they leave and Sheldon had left.

Later in the day when Rocco arrived at the club, Jack was behind the bar and lit up like a Christmas tree seeing Rocco once again.

 “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”  “Where the fuck you been hiding?  I was beginning to think you didn’t love me anymore”  

“Just being good and staying in” ... replied Rocco.

“You are so full of crap. You have enough dudes chasing you that you don’t have time for a fat old queen like me.”

“I always have time for you, big boy.” Rocco replied with a sweet grin on his face.

Jack laughed and continued wiping the bar with a wet rag. He set a bottle of beer in front of Rocco. “No charge, it’s on me handsome.” He said

Rocco looked around and Sheldon was not there. It was after 6:00 pm. He asked Jack, if he knew Sheldon.

“You mean the good looking black Jamaican dude? - Yeah, I know him.”

“That’s the one. He should be here any minute now.” Rocco said.

“I doubt that, buddy boy because he left here around 5:00 o’clock with an older gent wearing a fancy gold ring, who was buying him drinks.”

“He did?

“Just like clockwork, he latched on to this bloke when he saw the bankroll he was carrying. I don’t know, I seem to get them all. The hustlers always end up coming in here and I have to deal with them.”

“How well do you know this jerk, you fuckin around with him?”  The bartender continued.

“Not well, I met him a couple of times and we messed around a bit, he’s hot.” Replied Rocco.

“Yeah, nice package too – but he’s a thief. I wouldn’t leave my money on the dresser. “You know what they say…along with a thief comes trouble.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“A small-time wannabe. He hustles money, jewelry, clothes, whenever he can get. He’s probably harmless, but I wouldn’t give him a key to my house.” 

“Are we are talking about the same person?” Rocco asked. He pretended not to be that interested but inside he felt differently.

“The one and only. How any gay black Jamaicans, named Sheldon, do you think come in here?  Anyway, he will come in here next time wearing a fancy gold ring, I’m just sayin…”

“I have to be going. Thanks for the beer.” - Rocco said setting the bottle down on the bar.

“Just like that” - what’s the rush - got a heavy date?” – I hope you realize that I’m still available, Jack cried out laughing.

“I have your number tattooed on my ass.” Rocco shouted back.

Jack, was still laughing as the door swung closed and Rocco was outside heading towards the subway stop.

He took the first train going uptown to the east side of Manhattan. Then walked crossing over Lexington to 5th Avenue.

Rocco spoke to the doorman, who recognized him, and let him into Randolph’s building. He took the elevator to the 9th floor penthouse. The doors to the elevator opened and he immediately pressed the down button. “Fuck it. What the hell, was I thinking, going to see Randolph?”  He said to himself

Like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he returned to the street and walked 5th avenue to Times Square. Rocco functioned well on common sense and never let romantic tingles cripple his style. Sheldon seemed perfect, not to mention fine-looking. Every cloud has a silver lining but occasionally one gets corroded. Tarnish struggles to make it as an escort. You have to be above board, secretive and honest. Anything else, and you’re asking for trouble. Sheldon was tarnished.

In his diary Rocco wrote the Jersey rule.

“The best think about company is when they leave. Never read more into a person, than common sense tells you is there.  Sheldon is not the perfection I believed him to be. It’s clear as a pane of glass.” 

*************************************** 

Return to Jersey Shore

Rocco sat outside on the steps of the brownstone apartment building watching people and traffic go by. After reliving the past in his mind, he understood that he needed to slow down. For years, he had been on top of the game when it came to just about anything. There are so many misconceptions in his life that he strained to remember how it all began. He was handsome, exquisite in fact, and had scores of hook ups, too many to attach a number to them. For him, people were his business; his way of life, He learned at a young age, that availability was a cool source of income. He was grown now and knew that folks are not always what they seem to be.  Sheldon was a stake placed along a path leading nowhere.  He stopped going to Randolph’s penthouse, he was no longer on call. He managed to save a remarkable amount of money being a ‘Giglio’ What he once thought was a pretty amazing job, had lost its luster. His job at the 911 Memorial came to an end. The museum opened in May of 2014 and construction workers were either terminated or sent to other locations. For the first time, since moving to Manhattan, he was free from escort obligations and was finished with fake people.

Rocco walked across a wooden pier, where the ships dock in New York, and with no drama, tossed his phone containing numbers and his diary into the Hudson River watching it splash and disappear under the water. He fancied himself the creator of his own destiny, this was a new Rocco.

Jeremy, received sad news.  His dad suffered a stroke and was in a hospital in Jersey City. Jeremy was beside himself with grief. He took vacation time from his library job, to go to New Jersey.

“How long are you going to be gone?”  “Don’t answer!!! - I’m going with you.” said Rocco

“Thanks Rock, I was hoping you would say that.” Jeremy’s dad, Walter, was like a second father to Rocco.  The boys relied on Walt for direction and even spending money for movies, comics and ice cream when they were just kids.  They were close like blood brothers, loving each other. Years whizzed by, and they were still looking out for one another.

They packed just enough clothes, they thought they would need, and were on the path train to New Jersey that very morning. Once there, they went separate ways temporarily, but met later for hospital visits.

It felt foreign, but great, being back in Hoboken. Rocco borrowed his dad’s SUV and drove around his old stomping grounds trying to remember the old days. Here he was again - An Italian Jersey boy, older and wiser, from Hoboken who lived gay and passed for straight.

Rocco had changed, but he was still incredibly handsome maturing into a real man. He thought about his first real construction job on the Jersey shore, and he thought about Nick. He wondered where he was and if he was happy. It was twelve years ago but to Rocco it was just like today. He drove to the old construction site where he worked with Nick and it was barely recognizable. There were rows of housing that were built during the last ten years.  Everything he once knew had changed.

Rocco stopped at a familiar diner called “Red’s Café.” He used to have breakfast there mornings before going to work. The diner hadn’t changed much except for some landscaping outside and the dining room enlarged inside. There is something wonderful about diner food and Rocco loved it. He liked the smell of bacon sizzling on the grill, and fresh baked Portuguese rolls still warm from the oven, real homemade gravy, crispy buttery home fries and hot black coffee with steam still rising from the cup. He sat at a table with a red and white checker cloth that almost touched the floor.

“What can I get cha, honey”? said a petite dark haired young lady. She was obviously Italian, with a real Jersey accent.

“Let’s see – how ‘bout tuna club on whole wheat, no lettuce, skip the tomato and pickle but with extra mayo” ….and your telephone number” said Rocco joking with her and showing his pearly white teeth.

“Sure, sure, I got it honey.” “You want a tuna club on whole wheat and leave off the junk.” She replied laughing.

“That’s it – and don’t forget your telephone number.

“In your dreams handsome.” she jokingly said to him. -  Suddenly she stopped and called out. “…and to drink?”

“Coffee - black.”

“You got it,” and disappeared behind the counter. She returned moments later and set the coffee down in front of him. Rocco was sipping the coffee waiting for the sandwich to arrive, when somebody walked over to him.

“Alessandro? - somebody said to him.

“Nick” where the fuck did you come from, man? – holy crap man, I was just think about you.”

“I was sitting over there when I saw you come in. It’s been year’s, but I would know you anyplace. Man, you look good. The years have been good to you, want some company?

“Sure, sure – sit. I am back in Hoboken because Jeremy’s dad is in the hospital.”

“I remember Jeremy, nice guy. Are you two an item these days?” Asked Nick

“No item, still the best of friends.” He stared at Nick finding it difficult to stop looking.  He was about eight years his senior but what glorious years they were.  Nick was hunky, with a drop-dead body. He had grown a beard and his coal black eyes and dark hair were rugged perfection. Just the sight of him in work jeans with a bulging package, was painful for Rocco look at.

“Rocco you still look like a kid.” Nick said

“I’m hardly a kid. I am 27 and you are 30 something”

“Thirty-five next month,” Nick replied. They kept switching from English to Italian. It had been awhile but Rocco forgot nothing and he loved doing this with Nick, just like old times. No one spoke of anything gay what so ever. Years ago, when Rocco asked him for sex, it was meaningless, hot for sure, but meaningless nineteen-year-old hormones out of control.

Nick told him that he was divorced. Sofia had moved back to Florida and the girls were grown soon to be married. He started his own construction company, on a small scale, but at least he was making money and was his own boss.

Rocco spoke about his adventures living in the big apple but left out the dirt and how he used his body for profit. He bragged about his construction work at ground zero. He wanted to impress Nick by working at the freedom tower site. Nick wasn’t impressed.

The tuna club sandwich arrived and Rocco offered half of it to Nick.

“Here eat!!” said Rocco

“Oh, no, no, no.”

C’mon, you don’t sit with a pisan and no eat.” He said in Italian

“Okay”

“Yeah, you betcha, okay.”

They sat munching on the sandwich looking at each other. Rocco noticed something in his face that he had never seen before. It’s difficult to say exactly what it was, but It was nice. Nick touched his hand on the table and energy shot through both of them.

“Would you go out with me? Nick asked

“You mean, like a date?”

“Yes, like a date.”

“No sex.”

“Of course, no sex.”

“Sure, Rocco replied

“I’m not the person you once knew. I want to get to know you, all over again.” Nick said

“You do?”

“Sure, as hell do.”  Nick answered “I miss twelve years ago.”

“Where do you want to go?” Rocco asked

“A fag bar, how’s that for a date” he said

“What the hell for, you’re not gay. You know damn well, we’ll get hit on.”

“So, what.” Nick replied

“I can handle getting hit on, but I don’t know about you.” Rocco said

Then, maybe we should go somewhere, like a lonely dirt road.”  Nick replied. It sounds like a perfect date.”

“Ahhh, I don’t know about you.” Rocco said

“I guess I will have to prove it – won’t I?” They exchanged numbers and Nick said he would contact him, he had to leave.

“Can I get you some dessert, honey? Asked the waitress who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“No, just the check.”

“Where did Nick go?” She asked

“Do you know Nick?” Rocco quizzed her

“Lord yes, doll. Everybody around here knows Nick.  Honey, you can’t look like that man and not be noticed.”

“I guess then, I don’t get your number, huh?” Said Rocco being comical but talking very masculine.

“You are a persistent little devil - but no.”  The waitress giggled and walked away. She liked Rocco flirting with her.

Rocco got a sudden text from Nick. It read. “I just passed a lonely road, it looks perfect” - He ran his finger across the words “perfect”. “Pick you up at 7:00, dinner is on me. I remember the address” Nick wrote

Rocco typed back…” Is this plain or fancy?

“Plain – very plain. Beer and fish and chips, I ain’t Park Avenue.””

Rocco showered, shaved around his beard and put on clean but ordinary clothes. He wore grey khaki pants, adjusting his cock to a noticeable bulge, and a lime green tee shirt, he looked hot and smelled like summer breeze soap.  He brought a glass of ice tea with him outside to wait for Nick. He sat on a stone wall and looked at his watch. It was 7:10 pm

Nick’s truck came roaring in and stopped in front of Rocco. He left the tea on the wall and slid in next to Nick. “I’m going to stop at the “Shrimp Shack” and pick up fish and chips that I have ordered” and then….” Continued Nick

“Then what?

“Then, we can go to my house or eat in the truck. The Shrimp Shack is mostly take out. It certainly is not fancy, but the seafood, is superb.

“Let’s go to your house.” Said Rocco. 

Nick looked fearsome wearing tight denim jeans, covering that one of a kind crotch, and a white tee shirt that read, ‘Nick’s Construction.’  Rocco could see faint tuffs of black chest hair under the neck line of the shirt. His muscles bulged in his arms, his stomach was rock hard and he smelled so good. Rocco’s heart raced and he tried to dismiss it, but he wasn’t strong enough to do it. There were too many memories to dismiss.  Some doors needed to be re-opened.

After picking up the dinners, Nick drove directly to his house, with one hand on the wheel and the other touching Rocco.  C’mon, said Nick, as he unlocked the kitchen door and led Rocco into the house.

“Damn, we forget the fish and chips. They are in the back of the pickup. Said Nick

“I’ll get them. Replied Rocco

“Yeah, you do that, and I’ll grab the beer.”

When Rocco returned, Nick was standing in the kitchen bare chested. He had removed his tee shirt and his chest, pecs and abs looked bionic. This was right out of Rocco’s playbook. He had done the very same thing for Randolph. He almost dropped the two plates but set them down quickly.  He pulled his green tee shirt off over his head and exposed his chest to Nick.  Rocco was no slouch, by any means.  His body was on par with Nick but not as muscular. Nick was a stone mason and lifted heavy blocks of stone effortlessly. It showed in his arms. He drew Rocco close and held him tight to his body. Their hearts were beating as one, and the single word Rocco never used “love” was in the air. Nick stared into his dark Italian eyes. Then he did something, very unbecoming for him.  He kissed Rocco on the mouth and pushed his tongue between his lips. This was a moment geared for romance.

Nick went into the bedroom with Rocco following like his shadow. How Nick had changed was incredible. The arrogant swaying tough guy actually had a loving side to his personality. It was there all along but needed the right person to find it, nothing could be as so deliciously rewarding.

Nick was on his knees and tearing away at Rocco’s pants. They came off quickly and Nick wasted no time gulping Rocco into his mouth.  It started growing longer which, Rocco didn’t think possible.  Nick choked and drooled saliva but wouldn’t give up. It was payback affection for all the blow jobs he received from Rocco years earlier. He was on his knees because he wanted to be.

“You better stop,” cried out Rocco.

There was no way Rocco could hold off like he wanted to, instead he bellowed like a coyote as he spewed into Nick’s throat. Nick never flinched but just kept taking it.

He put his both arms around Rocco’s bare legs and butt. He held him so he couldn’t back away. He owned Rocco.

“What happened? Asked Rocco.

“You shot off in my mouth.” ….and, don’t fuckin say ‘sorry.”

“I won’t. -  Did you mind it?” Asked Rocco

“I swallowed it, didn’t I?”

“Fuck me Nick.”

“I may hurt you.”

“You use to fuck me” Said Rocco.

“I was a bully then and treated you like a queer. But it’s different now.” 

“What’s different?”

“I understand about being gay.  Rocco, you are class and should be treated so. Definitely my opinion. I’ve screwed a lot of women, and yeah, a couple of guys, when I was drunk, but nobody is you.  I am the happiest being with you. Inside or outside your body, it doesn’t matter. Does that make any sense? Nick asked.

“It does.” Rocco, laid back and instinctively threw his legs around Nick to hang on for the ride. He whimpered as Nick’s entire cock pushed into his bottom. He hadn’t done this for such a long time that It hurt like hell at first. Nick began to breath heavily as the steady pace continued along with shock waves that kept getting stronger going through Rocco’s frame. This was not the same as it was twelve years ago, it was better.

"You like this don't you?" Nick asked.

"Yes" Rocco wailed.

"He began to pound Rocco’s butt so hard that his groin was smacking his butt cheeks making a loud noise. His body was shaking with every thrust. It was no longer painful and his tight butt held on to Nick giving him a wet but magnificent ride.  Nick rolled Rocco on his side and continued to torture him.  He pulled Rocco off of the bed and draped him over the arm of the stuffed chair in the bedroom.  He mounted Rocco "doggie style" wiggling the chair, fucking him like a maniac and wailing like a man ready to explode. There was no way he could stop now. It wasn’t long before he flooded his insides with liquid. Rocco was wet with love juice but wanted to hold Nick inside him for as long as possible. They forgot to use a condom, or maybe it was intentional, neither of them seemed to care.

“Did I pound you too much?” Nick asked

“I handled it.”

They held each other and for the first time looked like lovers. When Nick nibbled on Rocco’s nose, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. Nick was not gay, that Rocco knew of, but he was completely gay with him. He was so attracted to Rocco, so maybe that was always the case.

They spent the evening together, doing gay things. They explored one another’s body smelling, licking and swallowing whatever pleased them.  It was their way of connecting and getting off a couple of times in a row. The strange, thing were the chills they got from holding each other. Nick eyes were riveted looking at Rocco’s face and held him tight like he was drowning in a sea of heart beats. Rocco clung to Nick like he owned him.  Nick was helpless yet no one spoke of love, it was a word that frightened them, but it was there for sure.

Rocco was returning to Manhattan with Jeremy. His dad was home now and being rehabilitated after having his stroke. He was doing well and that was good.

“Don’t leave me again, Rock” – Nick pleaded – “please don’t do that.”

"Come with us," Rocco said.

“What would I do in New York. I’m a Jersey boy, and so are you Rocco. I can’t leave, you know how the construction business works.

“It’s only temporary.  I can’t let him go back alone. We have been there for one another all of our lives.  We are family and you know what family means” Please understand.

“I do - okay, go – go” exclaimed Nick “Take care of Jeremy. I understand. I’m confused, but I understand.” He told Rocco in Italian. Whenever Nick was upset he would express himself in Italian. He was definitely ‘old school’ being brought up that way.

During the short train ride back to Manhattan, all they talked bout was Nick. “You love him, don’t you Rocco?”  - “Oh God, I love him awful” Rocco said.  “Go back, don’t lose him” Jeremy said. “Tomorrow, I’m going back tomorrow.” said Rocco.   

 “He loves you.”

“He never told me that.”

“He assumed that you knew it. You know how Italian’s can be, couldn’t you see it? Hell, I could.” Said Jeremy.

Rocco’s feelings for Nick were intense and by far the deepest he ever had for anybody. He could handle most anything but real love was tough.

They arrived back at the apartment and Jeremy brewed some coffee. He was about to make sandwiches, when a knock came to the door. “Just what I don’t need”, said Jeremy. “I think it’s Ray and I have no time for him right now. Can you get rid of him?”

“I’ll get it.” Rocco shouted.

Rocco opened the door, expecting to see Ray. But instead, Nick was standing there.

“I love you.” said Nick

“Nick, how did you get here?” Asked Rocco.

I took the same train from Hoboken. A guy named Ray let me into the building downstairs. 

“I love you.” Nick said repeating himself. – “I love you.”

“But I thought…….” Stammered Rocco

“I love you Rocco Alessandro” he said over and over.

They clung to each other like wounded soldiers.  Nick wiped moisture from Rocco’s eye and held him close. He kissed Rocco nervously and kicked the door closed behind them

“You’re mine” Nick said “Damnit you’re mine.”

“Always replied Rocco. I love you so much I can’t breathe.  I think of nothing else.”

“You both are elevated towards tomorrow and it is a promising future” said Jeremy who was watching. You belong together, right out in front of God and everybody.”

“I know.” Answered Nick. “That’s what I told him.”

“I’m jealous.” Said Jeremy

“Why’s that?”

“Phew, what a hunk you are Nick.  Gays are not always blessed to have somebody like you, loving them. Who wouldn’t be jealous, you are a real man, along with Rocco, and beauty goes to beauty; end of story.”

Together, they left Jeremy, in an imaginary spectral of light. That sounds corny, but that’s the way Jeremy saw it, as they walked side by side. They were not going out of Jeremy’s life, they were beginning their own together. At long last, Rocco was in love and he was going home. His days of escorting had come to an end, and he welcomed it more than anybody ever could imagine.

Rocco worked the construction trade with Nick and they shared everything as equal partners. His healthy bank balance he transferred into their construction business aiding the company to grow and become profitable. In no time at all they were wealthy business men.

Nick’s two daughters got married and knowing their dad was happy with Rocco, meant everything to them. They loved Rocco and thought of him as their second dad. He was also Godfather to their first born, and that’s a very big thing for Italians.  It was a December feast in Hoboken when the family got together for Christmas. No one does Christmas like old time Italian families.

Sex was loving but relaxed, and less frantic, between our two construction heroes, Love was the catalyst for being happy and there was plenty of that.

Rocco no longer kept a diary. He had thrown it into the Hudson river. His past slept with the fishes.

The End.

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Posted: 07/06/18