﻿The Chicken Sailor
Robert Sharp


Chapter One

“God, man,” said Bill. “Am I hot to trot.”
“You, Junior?” answered Tony. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”
Both young sailors were sitting on their adjoining bunks, getting ready to go on 
leave. Tony was brushing his hair, though it was already neat and gleaming. Bill 
was polishing his shoes, though they were already clean and shiny black.
“Got a date?” asked Bill.
“I don’t know anybody in New York. But I will.”
Tony winked, and both boys laughed.
“How about you?” asked Tony. “You and your chick going to a Broadway show or 
something?”
“I didn’t have a chance to call Carol. I don’t know if we’ll go to a show. But I 
have something to show her.”
This time, Bill winked, and the boys laughed again.
They had been friends from the start, though neither one of them knew exactly 
why. Their backgrounds were totally different. Bill came from a comfortable 
suburb of Bergan, New Jersey. Tony came from a slum area of Detroit. Tony was a 
jock. Bill liked to paint and read.
Physically, they were unalike too. Bill was short and blond, and had delicate, 
angelic features. Tony was tall and dark, coarsely handsome, with an athletic 
body he was immensely proud of.
There was no real reason why they should have become such close friends. But 
they were.
“Well,” said Tony. “Guess I’d better shove off.”
“Me too.”
Tony started to leave, then turned back. “Well, guess I’ll have a cigarette 
before I take off.”
“Why not?”
Tony pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jersey pocket and offered one to Bill. 
Both boys lit up, and sat side by side on Bill’s bunk.
“Is your girl really as good in the sack as you say she is?” asked Tony, 
smiling.
“The best,” answered Bill, smiling back at him.
“You get her to go down on you?”
“Well, no,” said Bill hesitantly. “She doesn’t like to do that.”
“You’d better get her trained, man. A little variety in life doesn’t hurt.”
“That’s right.”
“I figure I’ll hit the singles bars. I hear there’s plenty of action there.”
“Tony?” asked Bill, feeling slightly anxious.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a hotel room together?” Before Tony could 
answer, he added quickly, “It would save us both money.”
“No, man,” said Tony pleasantly. “We’d just get in each other’s way. What if we 
wanted to ball at the same time?”
“Yeah,” said Bill quickly. “Sure, you’re right.”
But he didn’t sound very convincing.
“In case you want to look me up this week, and go out for a beer or something, 
I’ll be staying at the Y on Twenty-third street.”
“I’ll remember.”
Tony crushed out his cigarette.
“Well,” he said, patting Bill gently on the shoulder. “Guess I’d better get 
going. There are plenty of chicks out there waiting to be screwed.”
“That’s right. See you.”
“See you.”
Tony smiled at Bill, then got up and walked out. Bill watched him go.
Man, he thought, how I wish I could be more like Tony. That confident strut, the 
smile, that hair, the body.
But why are you thinking about that he asked himself. You’ve got better things 
to think about. Like Carol.
He got up, found his cap, adjusted it at a rakish angle, picked up his knapsack, 
and left the room.
He showed his pass to the officer on deck, and left the ship.
This was his first leave in over a month, and he felt a wonderful sense of 
freedom. This was going to be the best leave ever! He’d get a hotel room, and he 
and Carol would fuck the week away.
He headed directly for a phone booth, put in a coin and dialed Carol’s number.
The phone rang several times before someone answered.
“Hello?” said a sleepy voice.
“Carol?”
“No, this is Debbie.”
“Is Carol there?”
“No, who’s this?”
“Bill Simpson. Where is she? At work?”
“No, she’s gone to visit her folks in Ohio for a few days. She won’t be back 
till Wednesday.”
Shit, he thought. Why does she have to pick a time like this to visit her 
family? She knew I had this leave coming up.
Oh, screw her, he told himself. There are plenty of broads in New York.
“Tell her I called,” he said, and hung up before Debbie, whom he had never 
particularly liked, could answer.
What to do now. He decided to go out and get drunk.
He walked to the nearest crossing and hailed a cab.
“Where to?” asked the driver.
He thought for a minute. He hadn’t the slightest idea where he was heading.
“Greenwich Village,” he said finally. “Anywhere in the Village.”
Greenwich Village was a swinging place. He might be able to find some action 
there. Besides, he couldn’t think of anyplace else to go.
The cab driver stopped on Sheridan Square. “This is all right,” he said.
He paid the driver and got out of the cab.
The morning was bright and sunny and, since it was early, the street was 
relatively deserted. Bill looked around, saw a sign that said BAR, and headed 
for it.
But, to his disappointment, the bar was closed.
He glanced at his watch. Only a little after ten. He might have trouble finding 
a bar that was open. The Village doesn’t come alive until noon or so.
He wandered down side streets. At last, he found a bar that was open.
The room was large and dusty. It was as if it hadn’t been swept for days. 
Sunlight dimly filtered through its unwashed windows, so walking into it was 
somehow like walking into a tunnel.
Bill walked to the bar and sat down. So far, he was the first patron.
The bartender was washing glasses and yawning. He was obviously just setting up 
for business.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Beer,” said Bill, then changed his mind quickly. “No, make that a screwdriver.”
Might as well get good and drunk he told himself.
The bartender nodded and mixed the drink. Bill downed it quickly and ordered 
another.
“You’re getting an early start,” the bartender said.
“That’s right,” Bill answered. “Why not?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Bill ordered another drink. The bartender served it, then leaned over the bar 
casually.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he said.
Bill looked up at him. He was redheaded, wore a tee shirt and his face was open 
and friendly.
“I’ve never been here before,” Bill answered.
“On leave?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll do fine, buddy. Just fine. Seafood is very big this season.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Tom exploded. He was unaccountably 
angry.
“Nothing, buddy, nothing,” the bartender mumbled. Then he moved away and started 
washing glasses.
Bill ordered another drink, then another, then another. By this time, it was 
close to two in the afternoon, and the bar was beginning to fill up. But there 
were no women. Just two middle-aged drunks and a trio of men who were apparently 
friends of the bartender’s.
Bill was feeling very lonely. Why the hell didn’t Tony want to stick with him? 
In a way, it was better on the ship. There, he was never alone.
No, he told himself. It’s better this way. Tony wants to go off on his own to 
ball, and why shouldn’t he.
“Stationed near here?”
Bill looked up. A man he hadn’t seen before was standing next to him. And he 
experienced a peculiar shock. The man looked exactly like Tony.
Well, maybe not exactly. He was older than Tony, maybe close to thirty. But he 
had the same gleaming black hair, the muscular physique, the same easy smile.
“Yeah,” Bill said. His voice sounded a little hoarse.
“Taking in the sights of the Village?”
“Yeah.”
“Too bad you don’t have a girl to do it with.”
“Oh, I’ve got a girl,” Bill said quickly. “She’s out of town.”
“That’s too bad,” the man answered. “Can I buy a drink for the Navy?”
Bill looked at him. He was entirely masculine, dressed in denim and gleaming 
black engineer boots.
He can’t be one of those, Bill thought. “Sure,” he said.
The man ordered another round of drinks. “By the way,” he said. “My name is Eric 
Henderson.”
“Bill Simpson.”
Eric extended his hand and they shook.
“Are you from New York, Bill?” Eric asked.
“No such luck. New Bergen, New Jersey.”
“Maybe I could show you the Village. Show you some of the sights.”
Bill was amazed at how friendly he was. But he wasn’t displeased.
“That would be great,” he said quickly.
“First, why don’t we stop off at my apartment?” Eric said. “We can have a few 
more drinks, then be on our way.”
“Fine,” said Bill.
Then he wondered why he had answered so eagerly. After all, Eric was a perfect 
stranger. But what the hell? He hadn’t anything better to do.
They finished their drinks and walked out into the bright sunshine. It was a 
beautiful day, warm, balmy, with a gentle breeze.
Bill felt good. He was, amazingly, not yet drunk, but the drinks he had had 
heightened his responses. He was in New York; he was on leave; he had a new 
friend to show him around; everything seemed right in the world.
“This way,” Eric said, and led Bill down a small side street. They walked to a 
red painted door.
“Right up here.”
They walked up six flights of rickety stairs to another red painted door. Eric 
unlocked the door and motioned Bill into a large loft.
“This is some apartment,” said Bill, looking around.
There were art objects everywhere. Mobiles dangling from the ceiling, collages, 
primitive paintings, posters.
“Crazy, isn’t it?” said Eric. “This is all the junk I’ve done. I’m a commercial 
artist.”
Bill was impressed. An artist. He’d never met an artist before. At least someone 
who made his living at it.
“I’m kind of an artist too,” Bill said. “Of course I couldn’t make my living at 
it,” he added.
“I’d like to see your stuff sometime,” Eric said.
“I’d be ashamed to show it to you.”
“You’re too modest. How about a drink? What’s yours? A screwdriver?”
Bill nodded.
Eric walked to the corner bar and made two drinks. He motioned Bill to sit down 
on the sofa.
Bill was a little nervous. He didn’t know exactly why. He just was.
“You lived here long?” he asked, making conversation.
“Three years,” Eric answered, handing Bill his drink, and sitting next to him on 
the sofa.
For a moment, they were silent. Then Eric started asking Bill questions about 
his life, and words tumbled out. Bill told him about his family, his unhappy 
life, his decision to join the Navy, how he met Carol, and, finally, his 
friendship with Tony.
“He sounds like quite a guy,” Eric said.
“He is,” Bill answered. “In a way, you remind me of him.”
“Really? In what way?”
“I don’t know,” said Bill, slightly uncomfortable. “You just do.”
“That’s interesting.”
Eric moved slightly closer to Bill. He stretched out casually, sipping his 
drink, and, just as casually, his foot touched Bill’s. Bill could feel the 
leather of the engineer’s boot against his own highly polished shoe, and he was 
at once frightened and excited. He started to move his foot away, but some 
instinct told him not to.
“You know,” said Eric casually, “you’re a very good looking guy.”
“Thanks,” said Bill. He cleared his throat.
“I’ll bet all the girls go after you.”
“Some.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been laid?”
“Awhile.”
Bill cleared his throat again. He didn’t know if he liked the way the 
conversation was going, but he was slightly dizzy from the drinks, and the 
pressure from Eric’s foot, increased now, was strangely exciting.
“How would you like a little action now?” Eric said quietly.
Bill was too startled to answer. And, before he could, Eric leaned over and 
kissed him.
For a moment, Bill didn’t move. He felt the hard pressure of Eric’s lips on his, 
and suddenly his lips parted, and Eric’s tongue found its way into his mouth. 
And it remained there, darting in and out, sampling all the sweetness it could 
find there.
Then Bill came to a full realization of what was happening. He moved away 
quickly.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he said angrily.
“Easy, buddy, easy,” Eric said quietly.
“What the hell do you think I am?”
“A nice; beautiful guy,” Eric said easily. “That’s all.”
“I ought to beat the shit out of you.”
“But you’re not going to.”
“No. But I should.”
Bill put his drink down and got up.
“Where are you going?” Eric asked.
“Out of here. Anywhere,” Bill answered angrily.
“Look,” Eric said. “I realize you’re a normal guy.”
“You’re damned right,” Bill shouted, a little too vehemently.
“But even normal guys like a good blow-job now and then. Right?”
Bill paused for a moment. Lots of the guys on the ship talked about getting 
blown by a queer. All normal guys did it now and then.
But Eric! He looked so straight! He studied the man in front of him. Those 
blunt, strong, handsome features, so like Tony’s. That large, graceful, 
masculine body, so like Tony’s. How could he be queer?
“You didn’t answer my question,” Eric said quietly. “Every straight guy likes a 
blow-job now and then.”
Bill hesitated a moment, then said hesitantly, “Maybe.”
Eric looked the boy over before he spoke again. Bill’s normally creamy white 
face was flushed now, and his blond hair was tousled and spilled out from under 
his cap. Eric looked at the crotch, tightly encased in Navy blues. He imagined 
the wonders he would find there, and his dork ached. And that ass! That rounded, 
firm, sensuous, beautiful ass! If he could get inside that. But he mustn’t be 
too greedy. If the boy really only wanted a blow-job, that would have to do.
“Come here,” he said softly.
Bill hesitated. His pulses were pounding, and he was more than a little 
frightened.
But what the hell, he told himself. The other guys do it. Besides, if Carol were 
home, things would be different. And every guy needs to get his rocks off now 
and then.
He walked to Eric.
Eric carefully unbuttoned the thirteen buttons that covered his prize, and 
pulled down Bill’s jockey shorts. Bill’s dork sprang out, stiff and hard as a 
ramrod.
And it was a thing of beauty. The head was throbbing red, and the fine veins on 
the stem were throbbing too, in eager anticipation.
“God,” he breathed. “I never expected it to be that size.”
“You want it,” Bill said angrily. “Eat it.”
Eric gently took the throbbing dork in his mouth. For a moment, he lingered over 
the head, running his tongue over it, sucking on it, kissing it, tantalizing it. 
Then, with a sudden movement, he went down on the shaft, feeling the throbbing 
muscles pulsate in his mouth. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he moved up and down, 
up and down, caressingly, lovingly.
Bill moaned. God, it felt good. He was getting so hot, he almost couldn’t stand 
it.
He began to thrust the dork in and out of Eric’s mouth, with backward movements 
of his body. The movements became more and more violent as he came closer to 
coming.
God, he thought, this sure beats jerking off. This is as good as Carol’s pussy 
any day.
“Eat it,” he shouted. “Eat it! Suck it! Harder! Harder!”
He repeated the words over and over again, and his movements became more and 
more violent. He felt the power raging up in him, he felt if he didn’t come 
soon, he would explode.
Then, just before Eric’s mouth would have been filled with hot, juicy come, Eric 
moved away and released his prize.
“What did you do that for?” said Bill hotly. “I was just about to come.”
Several drops of creamy liquid had already formed at the head of his giant cock, 
and the nerve muscles were throbbing and pulsating and ready to release the 
liquid welling up in him.
“I want to prolong things a little,” Eric said, “besides, I like to see all of 
what I’m getting.”
He undressed Bill, pulling off his tunic, his pants and underwear, leaving only 
his socks and shoes. Bill didn’t resist. In fact, he cooperated, taking off his 
shoes and socks himself.
When Bill stood before him naked, Eric had to gasp. He knew the boy was 
beautiful, but he didn’t realize how beautiful. The tight pectorals with their 
firm, tiny nipples, the plump, perfectly curved buttocks, the fair, creamy young 
skin—all of it took his breath away.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“I’m also hot,” Bill answered tersely. “Let me shoot in your mouth.”
“In a minute, in a minute.”
Eric began to undress. And as he did, Bill was surprised to see how well put 
together he in his turn was.
That guy must work out at a gym, Bill thought. He’s got a build like—But he 
didn’t allow himself to continue the thought.
But it was true. Eric was built like Tony. His pectorals were large and 
perfectly rounded and firm as rocks. A slight stream of black body hair on his 
chest led to a ripple of tight stomach muscles. And his cock, which was fairly 
large, though not as large as Bill’s, was circumsized and perfectly formed.
In spite of himself, Bill felt a tingle of excitement.
When he finished undressing, Eric walked over to Bill and embraced him. Bill 
didn’t resist.
Then Eric leaned over and began to taste the beautiful young sailor with his 
tongue. He moved from his neck to his firm young tits to his bellybutton, 
exploring everywhere, tasting the sweetness of the tender flesh.
Bill moaned with pleasure.
His prick was aching and needed to be served, but at the same time, he didn’t 
want this to end. He wanted it to go on forever.
He reached down and took Eric’s cock in his hand, and began to massage it. It 
throbbed in his hand, and he began to massage faster and faster.
There was something about this that excited him. And it was then that he thought 
of Tony, lying in his bunk at night. Lying there naked, with his huge flaccid 
cock waiting like a sleeping giant.
Tony. This could be Tony’s cock in his hand. This could be Tony’s body.
Impulsively, he suddenly took Eric’s face in his hands. And he pulled Eric to 
his feet until they were face to face.
He studied the face for a moment. He liked the large brown eyes. He liked the 
broadness of the nose. Most of all, he liked the red, generous mouth, with lips 
still wet from exploring his body.
He wanted to kiss that mouth, to taste it.
And he did.
He pulled Eric to him, and his lips brushed Eric’s. He let his tongue explore 
Eric’s lips, those lips that were so much like Tony’s.
And he thought of Tony, of those full, sensuous, glistening lips, the white, 
even teeth.
His tongue plunged into Eric’s mouth. It tasted sweet, the way Carol’s mouth 
never had. Tongue explored tongue, and for a moment, the two clung together, 
their erect cocks crushed against each other.
Eric broke away.
“Baby,” he panted, “fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I’ve got to have you inside me.”
Bill hesitated.
This was going pretty far. It was one thing to have a guy suck your cock, and 
another to actually have sex with him. Still—he’d never been hotter in his life.
Eric reached down and took Bill’s lubricated cock in his hand, massaging it 
gently with firm, measured strokes.
“Fuck me, baby, fuck me!” he breathed over and over again.
Bill reached around and put a tentative hand on Eric’s ass. It was small and 
firm with nicely rounded cheeks. He put a finger into Eric’s asshole. It was 
tight, probably tighter than Carol’s cunt.
“Okay, turn around,” he said.
Eric turned around obediently, and Bill massaged the ass cheeks. Then he raised 
his cock to the ass crack, and shoved it violently into the hole.
Eric screamed with pain.
“Take it easy!” he shouted.
“Okay. Sorry. I’ve never done this before.”
“That’s all to the good but just take it slow and easy and let me get you 
something.”
Eric went to a bureau and found a jar of lubricant. He smeared some on Bill’s 
cock, then turned around again.
“Stick it in,” he said, “just go slow.”
Once again, Bill guided his prick head to the opening of the ass crack. He 
pressed forward, this time slowly. The tip of his prick entered the opening.
He waited there for a moment before exploring further. He simply moved the cock 
in and out, in and out, letting Eric get used to it.
“Give it to me, baby. Give it to me all the way,” Eric huskily breathed.
He plunged forward, and this time, his prick entered Eric to the hilt.
Eric moaned, but his prick was throbbing violently almost out of control.
“That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me!” he shouted.
Bill began to move back and forth, back and forth each stroke getting more and 
more violent. Eric’s ass was tight, and he was feeling a mounting sense of 
excitement he had never felt before.
So this is what it’s like to fuck a man, he thought. This is what it’s like to 
be inside another guy. He thought of all the tight little asses just waiting to 
be fucked. He began pounding faster and faster.
He was dizzy with excitement. As his cock probed Eric’s ass, deeper and deeper, 
buried to the hilt, he felt Eric’s heavily muscled arms. Those arms excited him. 
The muscles were solid, rock-hard. Like Tony’s.
He rammed his cock harder and harder into Eric. Eric’s moans of pleasure 
increased with each stroke.
Just as he was about to come, Eric pulled away from him.
“Hey,” he said.
“I want to see you when I come,” Eric said. He lay down on the sofa, and put his 
feet over his head.
“Come here, baby,” he said.
Bill went to him.
They kissed, then Bill put his cock up to the well lubricated asshole. It 
slipped in easily this time, and they both groaned with pleasure.
They fucked wildly then, each stroke giving more pleasure than the last. Eric’s 
ass was filled with cock, as full as it ever had been before.
For Bill, this was more exciting that it had been before. He had a full view of 
the handsome man he was fucking. He could look at the broad, sexy face, the 
fabulous tits, the beautiful muscles and knew he was possessing them.
For Eric, he could see the beautiful young sailor whose cock was invading him. 
His body belonged to this beautiful creature, and he loved it.
The explosion started for Bill.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” he shouted, as a flood of thick, juicy come flowed out 
of him, and filled Eric’s ass.
“Oh, baby, baby,” Eric shouted.
He touched his cock and it spurted another flood of rich, creamy juice. When the 
flow seemed to have subsided, he touched his cock, and there was another flow, 
equally large.
For a moment, the two lay together, totally spent. Then Bill got up.
“Got a towel?” he asked.
Eric nodded. “In the bathroom.”
Bill went to the bathroom and got a towel. He returned to the living room and 
handed the towel to Eric.
“That was the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Eric said.
“Yeah,” Bill answered, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “It was pretty good.”
“Would you like to spend the rest of your leave with me?” Eric asked a bit too 
eagerly. Bill hesitated.
“No,” he said. “I’ve got other plans.”
“Oh,” said Eric. “Well, in case you change your mind, the offer’s still open. 
I’m going to take a shower. Care to join me?”
Bill shook his head, and Eric disappeared into the bathroom.
When Eric was gone, the full realization of what he had just done hit Bill. He 
had had sex with a man! And what’s more, he had enjoyed every minute of it!
It was the booze, he told himself. If he hadn’t had so much to drink, it never 
would have happened. Now, he had to get out of here. He couldn’t face Eric 
again.
He collected his clothes, dressed hastily, and rushed out into the street.

Chapter Two

Once in the street, Bill hailed a cab and told the driver to head uptown. He 
remembered an inexpensive resident hotel where he’d stayed once before and he 
decided onboard ship that that would be the place he’d go.
During the cab ride uptown, Bill’s mind was racing.
It was the booze, he kept telling himself. If he’d been sober, it never would 
have happened. Besides, he was so damned horny. Eric took advantage of that. And 
guys have all kinds of experiences, some that they never talk about. He was 
straight, dammit, he was straight.
His mind turned to Eric. He thought of Eric coming out of the shower and finding 
him gone. He wondered what Eric was thinking right now. He wondered if Eric 
hated him for running out. But he mustn’t think about Eric again, he told 
himself. Never again. The whole thing was in the past, and that’s where it was 
going to stay.
The cab stopped in front of the hotel. Bill got out, registered, and went to his 
room.
It was a crummy little room, but the bed was soft. Bill flopped on it, and for a 
while, he dozed. The episode with Eric had left him totally spent.
When he awoke, it was dark. He glanced at his watch. Seven o’clock.
What to do now?
He was on leave in New York, and he had absolutely no plans. If only that bitch 
Carol hadn’t taken off—
He decided what he had to do. He would pick up a chick and ball. That would put 
Eric out of his mind. That would put everything in perspective again.
What’s more, it would put Carol in her place. He was damned pissed off at her.
He got up, showered, and put on a fresh uniform. He looked at himself in the 
mirror, and had to admire what he saw. The tousled blond hair, the beautiful, 
cherubic face, the body that was set off to perfection in his tight Navy blues.
You’re a fucking sexy guy, he thought. Every chick in New York is going to want 
to ball with you tonight.
He left the hotel, stopped at a greasy spoon for something to eat, then headed 
crosstown for the East Side.
That’s where the singles bars were. He ought to be able to pick up something 
there. That’s where all the secretaries in New York went when they were hot to 
trot. Tony was always talking about those places. He might even run into Tony in 
one of them.
He reached Second Avenue, and went into a bar Tony had told him about. He looked 
around the bar hopefully, but, though it was fairly crowded since this was a 
Saturday night, he didn’t spot Tony in the crowd.
He told himself he wasn’t disappointed. It’s just as well, he thought. We’d 
probably only get in each other’s way.
He spent an hour in the bar. And as he himself had predicted, he got plenty of 
attention. The chicks certainly went for this young, beautiful, amply endowed 
sailor.
But somehow he couldn’t get interested in any of them.
He talked to an intense little hippie who was learning to play the guitar. 
Nothing.
He talked to a girl who was a reader for a publishing firm. She was built, but 
her talk about books bored the shit out of him.
He talked to another, not too bad looking who made it abundantly clear she 
wanted to hit the sack with him. Pushy women turned Bill off.
After an hour of this, Bill decided he was bored, so he finished his beer and 
left.
Out on Second Avenue, he stood for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. 
Another singles bar?
He decided against it. It would probably be pretty much like the one he was just 
in.
Who did he know in New York?
Then he thought of someone. Debbie.
He didn’t particularly like the bitch, as he considered her remote and aloof, 
but he knew underneath her aloofness, she went for him.
Besides, it would serve Carol right if he fucked her roommate.
He hopped in a cab and went directly to the apartment building where they both 
lived.
He entered, found the apartment, and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Debbie asked in a sullen voice.
“Bill Simpson.”
The door opened, and Debbie was standing there. She was wearing a sheer blouse 
and hot pants and looked sexier than Bill had remembered.
“I told you Carol isn’t home,” she said.
Bill smiled his most winning smile, the one that usually got them all.
“I didn’t come to see Carol. I came to see you.”
“Oh?” she said, looking at him with a mixture of interest and curiosity. “Come 
in.”
He entered the apartment and flopped down on the sofa bed, the same one on which 
he’d screwed Carol so often.
“What gave you this sudden urge to see me?” she asked, giving him a most 
provocative look.
“It just so happens I dig you,” he answered carefully, smiling that winning 
smile again.
The answer pleased her.
“Oh?” she said, actually smiling at him for the first time he could remember. 
“That’s interesting. I didn’t know.”
“Actually, I’m glad Carol’s out of town. It’ll give us a chance to get better 
acquainted.”
That answer visibly pleased her too.
I’m right, Bill thought. She’s as hot for me as I thought she was. My pecker is 
really going to get a workout tonight.
“Care for a drink?”
“Why not?”
Debbie mixed the drinks and sat down on the sofa bed next to Bill.
After about five minutes of conversation, he was kissing her. She was ramming 
her tongue down his throat in eager expectation.
After ten minutes, he had her hot pants off, and he was ramming his hot ramrod 
of a cock into her.
She loved it. She had obviously wanted this hot sailor cock in her honey hole 
all along.
She writhed, she moaned, she bit his neck and tore at his back in a fit of sheer 
animal excitement, and when she started to come, she trembled and screamed with 
passion and delight.
Bill came too, but somehow he wasn’t getting the kick he thought he should. It 
was something like jerking off in front of a girlie magazine; you came, all 
right, but it was no match for the real thing.
When they finished, Debbie went off to the bathroom to wash out her dripping 
cunt hole.
Bill waited for her, putting his uniform back on; he was uncertain of what to do 
next.
Debbie returned, wearing the sheerest of negligees, really looking quite 
beautiful. She was surprised to see Bill with his clothes on.
“You’re going to stay the night, aren’t you?” she asked, in a slightly 
bewildered voice. Bill hesitated.
“No,” he said finally. “I think I’d better be shoving off.”
“But I thought—“
“Some other time. There are some people I have to meet. See you.”
And he turned and walked out.
As he was closing the door, he heard Debbie mutter, “You shit.”
When he was out on the street again, he was surprised at himself. Debbie was a 
great lay. She was sexy, wild, uninhibited. She was the kind of lay he and Tony 
talked about on the ship, the kind they hoped to have over and over again on 
this leave. So why hadn’t he enjoyed it more? Why had he been so anxious to get 
out of the apartment once it was over?
You don’t like the bitch, he told himself. That’s all. If you liked her better, 
it would have been a better fuck. It’s as simple as that.
Where to next?
He decided to go back to the Village. But not to the bar where Eric had picked 
him up. Never there.
He hailed a cab, and in a few minutes he was on Macdougal Street.
As it was a weekend evening, the street was crowded with tourists, boys with 
long hair and somewhat frilly clothes, girls wearing sandals, jeans and caftans.
Bill spotted a coffee shop. He decided to have a cup of coffee while he decided 
where to go next.
He entered the shop. It was small and next to deserted. He went to a table and 
sat down. “Your order?”
Bill looked up.
A waiter hovered over him. And what a waiter! He had large, dark eyes, a sullen 
but provocative mouth, and a shock of curly auburn hair. He must have been 
nineteen or twenty, no more.
What a great looking guy, Bill thought.
“Just coffee.”
The waiter nodded, and went off to get it.
Bill watched him go. He was fascinated with the way the guy moved. He was erect, 
and his walk was graceful and elegant, like a panther’s.
What’s more, he had the sexiest ass Bill had ever seen. Tight and firm with 
gracefully rounded buns.
It made Bill think of being in Eric’s ass. He tried to dismiss the thought from 
his mind, but somehow he just couldn’t.
The waiter returned with the coffee.
He seemed to have noticed that Bill had been staring at him, for he smiled at 
Bill and said, “Been in the Navy long?”
Bill returned the smile.
“For about a year.”
The waiter sat down across from Bill, as casual and relaxed as if they had been 
friends for years.
“I was thinking of joining the Navy too,” he said, “but I decided against it. I 
decided the reason I wanted to join was pretty stupid.”
“What was it?”
“I dig the uniform.”
As he said this, he gave Bill an appraising look, seeming to drink in the 
beautiful blond vision in front of him with his eyes.
Bill felt a stirring in his crotch, one that he couldn’t control.
“The uniform would look groovy on you,” said Bill, slightly uncomfortable.
“Not half as groovy as it does on you.”
He gave Bill that look again. It was at once sullen, cool and provocative, as if 
he were trying to ravish Bill with his eyes.
The stirring in Bill’s crotch wouldn’t go away. In fact, it grew.
The waiter seemed to know the effect he was having on Bill. There was a stirring 
in his own crotch too… And he was making no effort to hide it.
“By the way,” he said, leaning across the table and extending his hand, “My name 
is Gary McClellan.”
“Bill Simpson.”
The two shook hands.
They would have continued on with their conversation, but, to Bill’s 
disappointment, several customers came in and Gary had to get up and serve them.
He was busy for the next half hour or so, but Bill watched him as he moved back 
and forth serving coffee.
He couldn’t take his eyes off that ass. He couldn’t stop thinking about what 
wonders must lie there.
He knew he should get up and go, but somehow he just couldn’t. So he lingered 
over his coffee until it was stone cold, sipping at it occasionally just so the 
other customers would think he belonged there.
Gary seemed aware that Bill was watching him, for he would occasionally glance 
at him with that sullen, sexy, provocative look.
The stirring in Bill’s crotch just didn’t stop. In fact, it grew until he had a 
raging hard-on. He was afraid to get up for fear people would see the outline of 
an enormous erect prick through his pants.
After about a half hour, the place cleared out until finally Bill was the last 
customer.
Gary sauntered over to him. The tiger-like grace of his walk was even more 
pronounced, and Bill noticed what he thought was the outline of a semi-erect 
prick through his tight pants.
“Sorry, Bill,” he said easily. “We’re closing now.”
“Oh, sure,” Bill said hastily, and finished the last cold drops of coffee in his 
cup, as if that had been why he had lingered there.
Bill got up to go, and Gary followed him.
When they got to the door, Gary looked down at the inviting bulge in Bill’s 
pants and smiled.
He opened the door for Bill, then locked it behind him and the two went out into 
the street.
“Which way are you going?” Gary asked.
“I don’t know,” said Bill, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. “I 
don’t have any special plans. I’m just sort of roaming around.”
“Want to go this way?”
Gary motioned his thumb in the direction of another street.
“Okay,” said Bill, again making a mighty effort to sound casual. “Why not?”
The two walked south, not saying much, just making the idle conversation of 
friendly strangers.
They came to a hotel on Eighth Street. Gary stopped at the entrance.
“This is where I live,” he said.
“Oh?” said Bill, very anxious about what was going to come next.
“Would you like to come up to my pad?” Gary asked in a seemingly casual way.
“Well… “
Don’t do it, Bill told himself. Just say you have other plans and walk away.
“Sure. Why not?”
He heard the words coming out of him, and for a moment he couldn’t believe he 
said them. He just knew he was frightened and excited at the same time, and a 
part of him was dangerously out of control.
He followed Gary across the lobby and into a rickety elevator. The elevator 
stopped at the third floor and they crossed the hallway to a door that Gary 
unlocked.
“Excuse the mess,” he said, as he opened the door and ushered Bill inside.
The room was indeed a mess. There were clothes scattered everywhere, and several 
metal ashtrays were overflowing with butts.
Gary obviously wasn’t much of a housekeeper. But with an ass like that, who 
could care?
“Have a seat,” Gary said. “That is, if you can find someplace to sit.”
Bill sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling very tense and uncomfortable.
Gary seemed to sense his tenseness, and wanted to help him overcome it, for he 
made no move toward Bill. Not just yet.
Instead he said, “Do you smoke? I mean grass.”
Bill cleared his throat.
“Sometimes.”
Gary nodded, went to the bureau, and produced two joints.
“This is good stuff,” he said. “In fact the best.”
He lit a joint for Bill, then one for himself, and sat down on the bed next to 
Bill.
“You’re right,” Bill said, after he’d had a puff. “This stuff is great.”
For a moment, the two just sat there, smoking on the joints. When they finished, 
Gary produced two more.
Gradually, Bill began to relax. He began to drift off into a reverie, a feeling 
of total isolation and contentment.
“You starting to get high?” Gary asked.
Bill nodded.
“Me too.”
And from the slightly drowsy look that even increased his sexiness it was 
obvious that he was getting quite high.
He reached over and put a hand on Bill’s knee.
Bill made no effort to move it away. He was excited, but frightened by his own 
feelings, and he was visibly trembling.
Gary noticed this.
“Are you just coming out?” he asked gently.
“What?”
“I know how it is. It was the same way with me. I was scared shitless the first 
few times.”
“I don’t know… “ Bill started to say, then his voice failed him.
“Just relax, beautiful. Take it easy. You’ll enjoy it more.”
With that, Gary leaned over and kissed Bill.
Bill stopped trembling immediately. He loved the pressure of that tongue against 
his; he loved the taste of Gary’s mouth. Somehow, it made him think of pine 
forests; there was something so clean about it.
Gary returned Bill’s passion. He let his tongue dart over Bill’s lips and even 
sparkling white teeth before he plunged it as far as he could into Bill’s mouth 
and left it there.
The boys fell back onto the bed, writhing, struggling to get so close to one 
another they would almost be one.
Their cocks strained against the material of their clothes, strained to meet, 
flesh against flesh. For a moment, they just lay there, both panting and moaning 
with mutual excitement, with Gary’s tongue locked in Bill’s mouth, locking them 
together.
It was a long time before they broke apart.
When Gary, panting, removed his tongue for another kind of action, both he and 
Bill were literally weak with excitement.
“Baby, you’re something,” Gary managed to get out, looking lovingly at the sex 
bomb who turned him on so.
“So’re you.”
“Nerves all gone?”
“You bet!”
And they were. Even during the best of his session with Eric, Bill had felt a 
certain amount of nervousness. But his lust for his sultry, handsome, 
panther-like lover overrode everything now.
“Let’s get out of these clothes,” said Gary, panting.
And they did, removing their clothes as quickly as possible in their anxiety to 
get on with the action.
In a moment, they stood in front of each other totally nude.
Gary’s magnificent body took Bill’s breath away. It was not the body of an 
athlete. Rather it was the body of a graceful, trim, beautifully proportioned 
animal, and the sight of it made Bill’s aching cock throb.
Gary’s cock was not much bigger than normal size, but it was beautifully 
proportioned. It was fully erect and throbbing for the beautiful sailor.
They embraced, grinding against one another, and their dicks crushed against one 
another. They both were so hot that they could have come this way.
They kissed, with Bill’s tongue now firmly implanted in Gary’s mouth, taking all 
the sweetness it could find there.
Gary’s hand stole around Bill’s back, feeling his firm young ass.
And Bill’s did the same, feeling, caressing that magnificent ass he had first 
admired in the coffee house. He thought of the way Gary moved it. He thought of 
what action it must have.
And his excitement mounted even further. “Do you want that?” Gary panted.
“Do I!”
“It’s all yours, baby. All yours.”
Bill thought he would come when he heard those words.
“Do you have something to put on my cock?”
“You don’t need anything, baby. Just stick that magnificent prick into me. Stick 
it in all the way.”
He lay down on the bed, and Bill lay down on top of him.
His cock searched for the ass crack and found it. Gently, remembering his first 
experience with Eric, he very slowly started inserting it in the hole. He took 
his time doing this; he was actually enjoying rubbing his red throbbing cock 
head against Gary’s magnificent ass cheeks.
But then he could stand it no longer, and he shoved his ramrod into Gary, shoved 
it in to the hilt.
Gary moaned and took it.
Bill pumped the ramrod into Gary, pumped and pumped and pumped.
At the same time, Gary made circular motions with his ass, moving it the same 
sensuous way that had turned Bill on in the coffee house.
Bill’s prick was being massaged in every direction at once, and the pleasure was 
so intense, he didn’t know if he could stand it.
Gary, still rotating his ass in the most exciting possible way, rose to his 
haunches, and Bill fucked him dog-fashion.
This was even more exciting because it meant he could get his prick in further.
Then Gary fell over on his back, and put his legs over his head, and Bill 
screwed him this way.
He liked this best of all, because it meant he could see those beautiful sultry 
brown half-closed eyes, feel the magnificent body beneath him, kiss the wet, 
eager mouth, and feel Gary’s hot dick straining against his stomach.
This was even better than Eric.
Part of it was Gary’s ass, the most beautiful he had ever seen.
Part of it was the pot. He was lightheaded, transported to a wonderful, 
mysterious world of the senses, a world from which he never wanted to return. He 
felt that every nerve in his body was aching with pleasure.
Gary returned his ardor, writhing, moaning, loving having his body stuffed full 
of beautiful sailor cock.
Bill felt the flood beginning.
“Give it to me. Give it to me,” Gary moaned over and over.
Then Bill came, shooting a huge load of hot come into Gary’s welcoming asshole. 
He thrust into Gary, shooting the flood of come as far into him as he could 
possibly get.
When it was over, he fell across Gary, spent. For a moment, they remained 
locked, with Bill’s throbbing cock still stuffed into Gary. At last, 
reluctantly, he had to pull it out.
Then they lay for a long time in a passionate embrace, kissing, exploring each 
other’s mouths. The moment of climax may have been over for Bill, but the 
excitement remained.
At last, he could take no more excitement, and fell across the bed next to Gary 
with his eyes closed.
Gary put his arm around him.
“Satisfied, baby?” he said softly.
“God, yes. Just one thing bothers me.”
“What’s that?”
“You didn’t come.”
“That’s all right,” Gary said quietly. “You came enough for both of us.”
“No,” said Bill. “I want you to come. Can I jerk you off?”
Gary looked at him for a second before he answered.
“There’s something else I like better,” he finally said. “But I don’t know if 
you’d be willing to do it.”
“What’s that?”
“I like to get sucked off.”
Bill didn’t answer for a moment. He grooved on Gary, thought he was the best sex 
he’d ever had, but to suck a cock! That would make him a cocksucker! What would 
Tony think of him if he knew?
Bill’s silence prompted Gary to pat his arm gently.
“That’s all right, baby. You don’t have to do it. I know you never have before.”
Bill waited a moment before he spoke. “No,” he heard himself say. “I want to.”
He was surprised at himself for having said this. He certainly didn’t mean to. 
It just came out.
But, having said it, he would have to go through with it.
He leaned over and took Gary’s still pounding pecker in his hand. He guided it 
to his lips. Then, gingerly, he licked the head of it.
There were several drops of liquid on the head. Bill licked them off. 
Surprisingly, the salty taste of his tongue was not at all unpleasant.
He put Gary’s prick in his mouth, this time all the way.
For a second, he choked.
He wasn’t used to having such an intruder in his mouth.
But, after the initial shock was over, he found he liked having the intruder 
there. After all, it belonged to Gary whose asshole he had just invaded and 
conquered. Now Gary would conquer him, fill his body with love juice. The idea 
turned him on.
Besides, he liked the taste of Gary’s cock head against his tongue. He liked 
knowing the cock veins were throbbing for him and him only, waiting to shoot 
their magical juice.
He began to suck. Slowly at first, since he’d never done it before, but gaining 
in momentum as he and Gary established a rhythm.
Gary groaned, and drove his cock head deeper and deeper into Bill’s throat.
At first, his movements were gentle, because he didn’t want his blond beauty to 
choke on his ramrod. But, as he saw Bill was taking it, and apparently liking 
it, he thrust his prick harder and harder into the wonderful moistness of Bill’s 
mouth.
“Suck it! Suck it!” he moaned over and over again.
And Bill sucked it with greater and greater dexterity, occasionally stopping to 
massage the stem while his tongue explored the cock head.
Gary felt himself starting to come.
“Take it, baby! Take it” he shouted.
Then, with several final huge thrusts, he shot a gigantic wad of come down 
Bill’s throat.
Bill found his mouth full to overflowing with sticky hot juices. For a moment, 
he was tempted to spit them out. But he swallowed the entire load instead.
He was surprised that he didn’t mind the taste. In fact, he liked it. He had the 
love juice of Gary inside him, making a greater bond between them, and he liked 
that idea very much.
He waited until the last spasm of Gary’s cock subsided, until the last drop of 
come had travelled down his throat, before he let the exhausted prick leave his 
mouth.
“Beautiful, baby, beautiful,” said Gary, falling back on the bed exhausted. “You 
did that like a pro. Best blow-job I ever had.”
I’m a cocksucker now, Bill thought. But something surprised him. He didn’t mind.
The boys were silent for a moment, sprawled across the bed, their passions 
spent. It was Gary who broke the silence.
“I don’t want you to get away,” he said finally. “Want to stay with me for a few 
days?”
The same offer Eric had made. The same offer Bill had refused by running away.
But this time Bill’s response was different. And he made it without hesitation.
“Yes,” he said.
Then he fell across Gary and they embraced again.

Chapter Three

For the next few days, Bill had a ball. He was with Gary every possible moment. 
And Gary took pride in his beautiful sailor. He took him everywhere, to the 
coffee houses, bars, gay restaurants, and other meeting places of the Village.
When Gary was at work, Bill either sat in the coffee house, sipping coffee, 
admiring his sexy stud as he moved around the tables, or he went to the movies.
In the movies, he sometimes couldn’t keep his mind on the picture. It kept 
returning to Gary.
Sometimes he imagined he might really be in love with Gary. Sometimes he 
imagined living with Gary after he got out of the Navy.
But that was in the future. Now he could just enjoy the present. And enjoying it 
he was.
There was one small incident that bothered him.
One night after Gary got off work, they went to a gay bar for a beer. It was a 
bar where Gary’s cronies hung out, and Gary liked to take Bill there. He knew 
what a smashing couple they made. Bill’s blond beauty contrasted with his own 
dark sexiness.
This night, they were standing in the center of the bar, as usual, and as usual 
were the target of many admiring glances, when a drag queen, someone Gary 
detested, minced up to them.
“Hey, Gary,” he squealed. “Where’s Tom?”
Gary looked flustered.
“Get lost,” he said angrily. “Go talk to your sisters. You give me a fucking 
pain in the ass.” The drag queen laughed and minced away. “What was that all 
about?” Bill wondered.
“Who’s Tom?”
“Just a friend of mine.”
“You seemed uptight.”
“That queen makes me uptight. I’ll get us another beer.”
He went off to get the beers, returned in good spirits, and after a moment, Bill 
forgot the whole incident.
Their nights were perfection for both of them. Bill couldn’t get enough of that 
beautiful asshole. It never failed to arouse his pecker. He fucked Gary at least 
twice a day, sometimes three or four times.
He was amazed by his own sexual prowess. He knew he was a hot young man, but he 
never suspected he could produce the floods of come Gary’s beautiful asshole 
brought out of him.
And he was perfecting his talent as a cocksucker. He learned every way to drive 
Gary into frenzies of passion, and Gary spent every drop of come his balls could 
produce in Bill’s hot mouth.
One night, very late, they were lying together on Gary’s bed. They had had sex 
earlier, and both had fallen into exhausted sleep.
But Bill awoke.
I wish it wasn’t so fucking hot, he thought. It’s hard to sleep.
But he put his arms around his sleeping lover, and drew him closer. In spite of 
the heat, he liked to have Gary in his arms.
As he lay there, the head of his prick brushed against Gary’s beautiful ass and 
became instantly erect.
Bill tried to cool it. After all, he didn’t want to wake Gary. He had to work 
tomorrow, and he might not be able to get back to sleep in this heat.
But he was just too damned aroused. Even the sight of that ass made his prick 
throb. Lying next to it now was almost unbearable.
He let his swollen prick gently massage the beautiful ass cheeks.
Gary stirred.
I’d better jerk off; Bill thought. That’s the only way I’ll ever get back to 
sleep.
So he started to play with his swollen dick, gently and silently as not to wake 
Gary.
As he did, his thoughts were all of Gary. Gary moving his buns through that 
crowded coffee house the way he first saw him. Gary taking it all the way to the 
hilt and then some less than an hour ago.
He was close to coming when Gary stirred again.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
“Never mind. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You’re not going to waste a precious drop of that stuff on the bedsheets. Come 
here.”
He reached around, seized Bill’s throbbing prick, and guided it to the opening 
of his ass.
“We can wait till morning,” Bill said, not very convincingly.
“Now! I want it as much as you do!” Gary commanded.
So Bill stuffed his excited ramrod into Gary’s once again. The come from their 
previous session was still up Gary’s ass, so Bill’s dick slid easily into the 
opening.
They fucked for a good five minutes.
It was even more exciting than the earlier session because it was harder for 
both of them to come. And the highly lubricated asshole was even more exciting 
than it had been the time before it had encased Bill’s hot prick.
As Bill rammed it in with greater and greater frequency, thrusting it in with 
all the power in his body, he began to groan louder and louder. Gary knew this 
was the signal, Bill was about to come.
So he slid around in their favorite position. He sat on Bill’s prick. This was 
their favorite position because it allowed for the greatest degree of 
penetration.
Besides, Bill liked to look at Gary when he came.
Bill was very close to coming now. He was thrusting harder and harder, reaching 
the innermost parts of Gary’s body.
Gary was close too. He was playing with his swollen dick, loving the sensation 
of Bill’s huge dong penetrating him as far as he had ever been penetrated.
They were both so lost in their shared excitement, so far gone in a realm of 
sheer pleasure that they didn’t hear the door open and close.
“Well, hello,” said a voice from the darkness.
The light came on.
A boy was standing in the doorway, a boy of about eighteen or nineteen. He was 
slender and darkly handsome. In many ways, he resembled Gary, except that he was 
small-boned and somewhat more delicate.
Gary turned to him, startled.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said in a weak voice. He couldn’t seem to think of 
anything else to say.
“Obviously,” said the boy sarcastically. “Enjoying your ride?”
Gary raised himself, and Bill’s still erect prick slipped from the tunnel where 
it had been sheltered. It hit his stomach with a smack.
The boy smiled sarcastically.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Gary?” Awkwardly, Gary got up from the bed. 
Bill was speechless with embarrassment, and still not quite sure what was going 
on.
“Bill this is Tom Waldron. Tom, Bill Simpson.”
“Hi,” said Tom, extending his hand.
Bill took the hand and shook it. Then he tried to cover his erect prick with a 
sheet.
“I’ll say this for you Gary,” said Tom, again sarcastically. “You’ve got good 
taste.”
Bill blushed. Who was this guy, anyway? What kind of friend would come barging 
in in the middle of the night?
He wondered why Tom didn’t have the decency to leave. But he made no move to 
leave.
After a moment, he said, “You’d better tell Bill who I am. He must be 
wondering.”
Gary looked at Bill sheepishly, and said quietly, “Tom is my roommate.”
Tom laughed.
“I thought the word was lover,” he said evenly.
Bill looked at Gary, surprised and shocked. Gary had never told him he had a 
lover. Why hadn’t he said anything. Why had he let Bill get so involved?
“Well,” Tom said lightly. “It’s good to be home. Think I’ll go wash up.”
He went into the bathroom.
For a moment, Gary couldn’t speak. And he couldn’t look at Bill. He purposely 
avoided his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me you have lover?” Bill said quietly. He felt very close 
to tears of anger and frustration.
“I didn’t want to lose you. I know it was selfish of me.”
Gary sounded very close to tears himself. “But you must’ve known,” Bill left the 
sentence dangling.
“That he’d come back? Yes, I knew. But I thought you’d be gone by then. Tom 
wasn’t due back for a week. He had a job up on the Cape. He must have quit it 
and come back early. He’s always quitting jobs.”
As he said this, Gary sounded thoroughly miserable.
“How long have you been together?”
Bill had trouble getting the words out.
“Three years. Tom’s a waiter too. We usually work together. But business was 
slow and Tom got laid off, so he took this job on the Cape.”
“I see,” said Bill in an unsteady voice. “Well, I guess I’d better be shoving 
off. Tom will want to use the bed. Lucky I still have my hotel room.”
He walked to the chair where his uniform had been thrown, and silently started 
to put it on.
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way,” said Gary, quietly and awkwardly.
“Yeah, I know,” said Bill softly.
Gary walked over to him and tried to put a gentle arm on his shoulder, but Bill 
shrugged it off. He continued to dress.
Then the bathroom door opened, and Tom walked out stark naked, with a huge erect 
prick.
“Going so soon?” he said to Bill.
Bill was startled by the sight of the naked figure in front of him, and, in 
spite of himself, somewhat intrigued. He had to admit, that Gary had good taste. 
Tom’s slim, graceful body was a thing of beauty, and his pecker was easily the 
size of Bill’s.
“No. I’ve got to go,” he managed to say.
“Don’t. Stay and enjoy our hospitality for awhile. You looked like you were 
enjoying yourself before. Don’t let me spoil your fun,” said Tom insinuating.
Then he walked to Bill, reached for his crotch, and started massaging his cock 
through the flannel of Bill’s pants.
“Hey,” said Bill weakly.
But in spite of himself, he was immediately aroused. He had been so hot before, 
so close to coming. The touch of Tom’s hand was enough to make his big dick 
stand at immediate attention.
“Cut it out, Tom,” said Gary.
“Don’t you want to share your fun with me, lover? We’ve had threesomes before. 
Go on and finish what you were doing. I won’t bother you. I just want to join 
in.”
“It depends on what Bill wants. I think he wants to go,” said Gary, annoyed.
“That’s right,” Bill said, without much conviction. “I think I’d better go.”
Without saying another word, Tom reached inside Bill’s trousers and pulled out 
his throbbing dong. Bill may have wanted to go, but that prick obviously wanted 
to stay.
Tom pulled Bill’s pants down, knelt in front of him, and put the ramrod in his 
mouth.
He was an expert cocksucker.
Bill had to squirm in pleasure as the experienced tongue worked over his giant 
dork.
He also had to wonder how many times that mouth had worked over Gary’s tool. 
Hundreds of times, he imagined.
Gary looked on, getting very aroused himself. He was angry that Tom had 
returned, but there was something exciting about watching his lover and his 
beautiful young sailor in the act of sex.
As Tom’s experienced mouth worked over his prick, Bill began to writhe and moan, 
a sure sign that he was coming.
But Tom wanted more than a mouthful of come.
He took Bill’s throbbing prick from his mouth and let it dangle.
“Let’s all get on the bed,” he ordered. He was clearly in command of this 
operation.
They all got on the bed, with Bill in the middle and Tom and Gary on either side 
of him.
Bill was destined to be the center of attention.
The moment they got on the bed, Tom grabbed Bill and kissed him, hard.
Bill may have preferred to be kissed by Gary, but the sensation of having this 
handsome stranger’s tongue reaching for the innermost recesses of his throat was 
not unpleasant.
Tom writhed over Bill for a moment, kissing him as thoroughly and expertly as he 
had sucked his cock.
Then he released Bill.
“Your turn,” he said to Gary.
Then Gary leaned over Bill, and kissed him with equal ardor. Perhaps he was even 
hotter than ever before.
After that, Bill’s mouth was passed from Tom to Gary. Each had hold of his hot 
prick, and together they were massaging it.
Bill had never had an experience like this before, and, in spite of his 
disappointment, the pleasure of it was enormous.
Finally, both Tom and Gary leaned over Bill and both licked at his wet lips.
Then Tom extended his tongue, and the three tongues made love to each other, all 
of them wanting the sweetness of the other two.
After a moment of this, Tom leapt up.
“Why don’t you go back to what you were doing, Bill?” he suggested. “Only this 
time, you two lie on your sides.”
Bill couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to be in Gary for one last 
time. And that’s what Gary wanted too.
Gary rolled over, and Bill put his throbbing ramrod into Gary’s waiting asshole.
It went in easily, as before, and the moist chamber was perhaps more exciting 
than it ever had been, since Bill knew this might be the last time.
Tom lay beside them watching, as Bill’s thumping strokes grew more and more 
violent. As he watched, he played with his own giant dick, seemingly getting 
great pleasure out of matching.
Then he reached over and began to massage Bill’s ass.
Bill knew instantly what he wanted, but there was nothing he could do to stop 
it. He was pinned deep into Gary and couldn’t move. And if he had been able to, 
he wouldn’t. He was far too excited now.
He let Tom stick a tentative finger into his asshole and probe as far as he 
could.
Then he felt Tom probing the asscheeks with a cock lubricated with saliva.
God, he thought, this is the first time I’ve ever been fucked! And that guy is 
enormous! I don’t know if I can take it!
Tom had now managed, to get the tip of his dick inside Bill’s ass cheeks. It was 
searching for the opening.
Bill continued to batter away at Gary, trying to concentrate on the sensation in 
his prick rather than the activity going on in his asshole.
For his part, Gary was playing with his dick, knowing this was the last time he 
would ever have his beautiful sailor cock inside him, wanting to enjoy it more 
than he ever had.
Suddenly Bill gave a cry of pain.
With one sudden lunge, Tom had thrust the entire length of his huge cock inside 
him.
For a moment, the pain was so intense, Bill didn’t think he could stand it.
Then the pain subsided, and Bill got a sudden flush of pleasure to think he was 
being screwed by the handsome, sexy stranger while he himself was deep inside 
his lover.
The three of them began to pound harder and harder. They were each intent on 
reaching the greatest possible climax, Bill possibly most of all.
He had never dreamed he could fuck and be fucked at the same time. And, to his 
amazement, he liked being fucked, particularly when his prick was so well taken 
care of. And, in spite of his feelings for Gary, he had wanted to screw with Tom 
the minute he saw him.
Tom came first.
It was obvious he hadn’t had much sex on the Cape for come came spurting out of 
him in flowing gushes.
Bill shook with excitement when he felt Tom’s come rushing into him. It was the 
first time he had ever had come up his asshole and the sensation was almost 
unendurably exciting.
Tom left his cock inside Bill, increasing his excitement as Bill pounded away at 
Gary’s squirming, gorgeous asshole.
At last, trembling and moaning, Bill came.
The instant he felt Bill’s come shooting inside him, Gary came too. A spurt of 
come shot from his cock and landed on a wall several feet away.
For a moment, the three of them lay on the bed, gasping and spent. Then, when he 
could summon up the strength, Bill got up and quietly started putting on his 
clothes.
Gary just watched him from the bed. There were so many things he would like to 
have said. But he couldn’t say them.
When he finished dressing, Bill turned to them.
“Well, so long,” he said, with some difficulty. “I guess this is the last time 
I’ll be seeing you guys.”
“We only do this once,” Tom answered. “We may have sex with other people, but we 
never get involved. Those are the house rules.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Bill said quietly, turning away.
As Bill headed for the door, Gary wanted to say something. Anything! Anything 
but goodbye. But what else could he say?
Bill quietly opened the door and went out into the dusty corridor, closing the 
door behind him.

Chapter Four

Bill awoke in his hotel room late the next morning, and instinctively, he 
reached for Gary.
But Gary wasn’t there.
Then he remembered the events of the night before, and he felt a sudden sense of 
loneliness, unhappiness and loss.
Had he been in love with Gary?
He himself really didn’t know. He didn’t know if two guys could love each other, 
at least on a permanent basis. He did know, however, that he missed Gary, and 
would continue to miss him for a long time. His sense of loneliness, at this 
moment, was overwhelming.
Then he thought of the session the night before, with his dick reaching the 
furthermost part of Gary’s beautiful asshole and Tom inside him, taking him, 
possessing him as he was possessing Gary.
The very thought of this gave him a raging hard-on.
He reached for his huge cock, and pulled at it with careful, measured strokes. 
In less than a minute, he felt the heat in his balls, and a wad of come shot 
into the air.
He lay back, not feeling very satisfied. Jerking off sure didn’t come anywhere 
near the real thing.
What to do now?
He had the whole day ahead of him, a day that had to be filled somehow.
Well, he decided, New York is a big place. Plenty of ass out there waiting to be 
fucked. He’d screw all he could, chicks or guys. He still didn’t want to admit 
to himself it was strictly hot gay sex he was looking for He could swing both 
ways as well as the best of them. He would just see what happens.
He got up, dressed, taking particular care to look his sexy best. He placed his 
cock under his tight sailor pants so the outline of it could clearly be seen… a 
trick he had picked up from guys in the Village.
Then he went out to face the day.
It was not quite noon. Not much action now. He decided to go to a movie to kill 
time until a sensible hour to hit the bars.
He headed for Forty-Second Street. There were plenty of movies there to choose 
from.
When he turned off Broadway onto the street, he noticed several guys lounging 
against buildings.
He knew they were hustlers. He’d heard about the guys who cruised Forty-Second 
Street for money.
He passed several of them, and got several appraising glances. One kid wearing 
eye makeup even whistled.
Bill walked past him, pretending he hadn’t heard.
They were a pretty pathetic lot, these hustlers. Most of them were drag queens 
or sallow, pimply-faced youths who looked even more sallow in the sunlight.
He spotted a movie he wanted to see and headed for it. Then he spotted something 
else.
A kid wearing a cowboy outfit, Levi’s, cowboy hat and black gleaming boots, was 
sauntering toward him. He couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen, 
but the sight of him took Bill’s breath away.
He was tall and rangy, with a shock of what looked like authentic blond hair 
peeking out from under his cowboy hat. He walked with an easy, rolling gait. He 
had a look of supreme confidence. He was sexy and he knew it.
Bill’s cock leapt.
Jesus Christ, he thought, would I love to bang that. I’d even pay for it. Though 
he’d vowed he’d never pay for sex.
He stopped dead in his tracks as the cowboy approached him. He hoped the boy 
would stop too.
But, to his disappointment, the cowboy sauntered past him without even looking 
at him.
Bill turned and followed him, hoping the cowboy would turn around and 
acknowledge him. He followed him halfway up the block.
But the cowboy never turned back. When he reached the corner of Forty-Second 
Street and Broadway, he turned the corner and disappeared.
Shit, thought Bill. Then he shrugged. Well, you can’t win ‘em all.
He went to the movie.
As he headed for the balcony smoking section, he noticed several men lounging on 
the stairs. They looked at Bill with considerable appreciation, but he walked 
right past them, pretending not to notice their open stares. These men seemed 
sinister and frightening to Bill.
During the course of two long double features, Bill was approached by two old 
men and a young boy.
Each of them sat in the seat next to him, then carefully moved a knee to apply 
pressure on Bill’s.
Bill got up and moved each time. He wasn’t turned on by this kind of activity.
When the movie was over, it was late afternoon, about four-thirty or five. 
Fortunately, it had been a long double bill, so the afternoon was gone now, and 
the time when there might be some action had come.
Bill decided to head for the Village.
As he stood on the subway platform, he noticed a man in his thirties lounging 
against the door to the men’s room. He was staring at Bill.
When he saw that Bill had noticed him, he rubbed his crotch and motioned his 
head in the direction of the men’s room.
Bill turned away. He wasn’t ready for that kind of action. In fact, the thought 
of it disgusted him.
When he reached Sheridan Square, he paused for a moment, not sure of which bar 
to hit first.
Several guys in tight clothes stopped to stare at him openly. One paused in 
front of a store window, hoping Bill would approach him and start a 
conversation. But he didn’t. None of the guys he saw really turned him on.
Bill didn’t want to go to any of the bars where he and Gary had gone. He might 
run into Gary and Tom. Or Gary’s friends would see him without Gary and realize 
what had happened. They might laugh at him.
But he had heard of a few bars Gary and he never went to. He headed for one of 
them.
Heads turned when Bill walked in the bar, but he ignored the attention he was 
getting. He calmly walked to the bar and ordered a beer.
Then he just stood there, sipping his beer, waiting.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“Got a match?”
He turned. There was a pleasant-faced young man in a business suit standing next 
to him.
As he fumbled for a match, he thought what a corny ploy. Couldn’t he think of a 
better way to strike up a conversation?
But the guy wasn’t bad-looking, so Bill decided what the hell? They struck up a 
conversation.
It soon turned out the man was named Harvey Bishop, he worked in the mail room 
of an ad agency uptown, he had aspirations to be an ad man, he had a small 
apartment in the Village, and would Bill like to come up for a drink?
Bill took a moment to think it over.
The guy didn’t exactly thrill him, but he wasn’t bad. And at least he was 
friendly. Actually, Bill sort of liked him. He might do for starters.
“Okay,” Bill said.
In a few minutes, they were in Harvey’s one-room apartment on West Fourth 
Street.
The minute the door was closed, Harvey grabbed Bill and kissed him.
“I’ve been waiting to do that from the moment I saw you,” he breathed heavily.
But the kiss didn’t exactly turn Bill on.
Harvey’s mouth tasted of stale cigarette smoke, and his tongue was slightly 
oily. Bill couldn’t help thinking of the sweetness of Gary’s kisses and the 
wonderful taste of his mouth.
“Let’s take our clothes off,” Harvey murmured. He was panting so heavily, he 
seemed halfway to a climax already.
“What’s the rush?” answered Bill, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
“At least let me see your dick. I’ve been dying to see it.”
Without further ado, Harvey unbuttoned Bill’s fly with nervous, excited fingers, 
and pulled out Bill’s semi-flaccid cock.
“Shit,” Harvey said, looking at it with open admiration. “What a beauty!”
Then he knelt down in front of Bill and proceeded to suck him off. Bill got a 
hard-on, but his heart wasn’t in it.
While Harvey was sucking away at him, his mind kept returning to Gary. How 
different that was! By comparison, this was pretty boring stuff.
He let Harvey suck him for a minute longer, then realized this just couldn’t 
work.
He pulled his cock from Harvey’s mouth and tucked it back in his pants. “What’s 
the matter?” Harvey said, bewildered.
“Look, buddy, this just isn’t going to work out,” Bill answered, regretfully, 
trying to make it sound as kind as possible.
“What’s wrong?” Harvey said, his voice sounding very hurt.
“It isn’t you,” Bill answered. “It’s just that I broke up with somebody last 
night, and, well, I’ve got my mind on him. I’m sorry.”
“Well,” said Harvey pathetically, “stick around for awhile. Have a drink. We 
don’t have to do anything right away.”
Bill felt sorry for the guy, but he just wanted to get out of here.
“Sorry,” he said. “But I’d better be going.”
“Please stay,” Harvey pleaded. “All I want to do is look at you. That’s all.”
“Sorry,” Bill said regretfully.
Then he turned and left the apartment quickly.
Out on the street, he felt like a shit. But what could he do? He just couldn’t 
hack it with that guy.
Where to now?
He decided to try a bar down by the waterfront.
The bar was crowded with guys dressed in leather. All of them seemed to know 
each other, and all of them took a particular in Bill’s entrance.
Within ten minutes, he was talking to a guy who seemed to be the leader of the 
barroom crowd. This was a humpy stud dressed entirely, from head to toe, in 
leather. He had a gruff, sexy look that turned Bill on, and he was turned on too 
by the black, gleaming leather that the guy seemed to wear like a second skin.
Within fifteen minutes, the guy invited Bill back to his pad, and within twenty 
minutes, they were there.
Bill was excited now. His dong was straining against the fabric of his trousers. 
This guy was really hot stuff. He couldn’t wait to get in that tight, 
leather-encased ass, to suck that prick that was outlined by the leather pants.
Then he heard the words.
He couldn’t believe his ears.
“Let me piss in your mouth.”
Bill turned and fled from the apartment.
Outside, he was fucking mad. Why hadn’t the guy told him what he wanted in the 
bar? It would have saved them both a lot of time and trouble.
Well, he thought, two tries, two misses.
There had to be somebody he would get his rocks off with. The guy in leather had 
gotten him hot and left him that way.
And yet, except for that guy, whose scene Bill couldn’t accept, he hadn’t seen 
anyone all day who’d gotten him going.
Could it be that he was so hung up on Gary, he couldn’t have sex with anyone 
else? Shit. That couldn’t be possible. And yet his dick, which was usually in a 
state of semi-erection was strangely unaroused today.
No, wait a minute, he thought to himself.
That cowboy from this morning. He was the only real turn-on all day. If only he 
could find him again.
He got on the subway and headed toward Forty-Second Street.
On the way, he had several doubts about what he was doing.
In the first place, finding the guy again was a long shot. What if he wanted 
money? Could Bill actually pay for sex? The thought of it hurt his pride. 
Besides, the guy hadn’t seemed to notice him. What if he was straight?
But Bill got off at Forty-Second Street and looked around.
The street was crowded, but there was no sign of the cowboy. Just the usual 
tourists, hustlers, prostitutes, pimps, and cops.
Bill lounged against a store window, hoping against hope that the cowboy might 
happen along.
Within ten minutes, he was propositioned three times by middle-aged men who 
assumed he was hustling. Needless to say, he turned down the propositions 
vehemently.
“Looking for some action?”
A fairly attractive young man in a striped tee shirt, whom Bill recognized to be 
a hustler, was standing beside him.
“No, thanks,” Bill said quickly.
“I didn’t think you’d have to pay for it,” the young man said.
He looked Bill up and down appraisingly.
“I might be persuaded to do it free for you, cutie. Just this once.”
“No, thanks.”
The hustler looked disappointed, and started to move away.
“Wait a minute,” Bill said quickly.
The hustler turned back.
“Do you know a young guy who wears a cowboy outfit?”
The hustler looked disappointed again. “Buddy? Yeah, I know him. Why?”
“Has he been around?”
“Not tonight.”
“Do you know where I can find him?”
The hustler looked at Bill warily.
“I might,” he answered suspiciously. “But why should I tell you?”
“Because I want to know,” Bill answered quickly. “Is it any skin off your nose?”
The hustler thought for a moment.
“Well,” he said finally. “I shouldn’t do this, but since you’re so cute, I will. 
He hangs out at a place called Harry’s around the corner. You might find him 
there.”
“Thanks,” Bill smiled. “Thanks a lot.”
He turned to go, but the hustler put a restraining hand on his arm.
“I wouldn’t fuck around with Buddy if I were you. He’s strictly cash-and-carry. 
Claims he’s straight. Lousy sex, I hear. And when he gets a few drinks in him, 
he can get pretty mean. Claims he hates faggots. Only wants to make all the 
bread out of them he can.”
“Thanks, again,” Bill said, and turned and walked away.
The hustler shrugged and returned to business.
On his way to Harry’s, Bill had a few serious apprehensions. What if all the 
hustler said was true? He might be setting himself up for a pretty nasty scene.
Then again, the hustler might have a grudge against Buddy, or he might have been 
jealous. And the thought of that handsome stud sauntering along in the morning 
sunshine made him so fucking hot.
He found Harry’s with no trouble at all, and went inside.
The bar was crowded with hustlers and their patrons, mostly middle-aged.
As usual, Bill’s entrance was greeted with many appreciative stares and, as 
usual, he ignored them.
He looked around for Buddy. No sign of him.
Well, he thought, I’ll have a few beers and wait.
He waited nearly three hours. During that time, he was propositioned countless 
times and, of course, he turned every one down politely but firmly.
He almost left several times, then found himself buying another beer. The 
thought of Buddy was keeping him there, for, with each successive beer, he was 
getting hornier.
At five minutes after ten, Buddy walked in. Rather, he swaggered in, walking 
arrogantly to the bar and ordering a beer, seeming to notice no one.
Bill’s heart skipped a beat.
Buy was even sexier than he had been that morning. He wore his Levi’s as if he 
had been born to wear them, and his look of boredom and arrogance only made him 
more desirable.
Looking at him again, Bill’s cock swelled in his pants.
But Buddy didn’t seem to notice him, or anyone else, for that matter. He just 
ordered a beer, then moved to a space in the front of the bar, apart from the 
others. He seemed to have the attitude of a king among commoners: he was there 
to be seen, not to take notice of anyone else.
Bill stared openly at him, hoping Buddy would see him and approach, but Buddy 
never once looked his way. He just quietly sipped his beer, waiting to be 
approached.
And he was approached several times.
Each time, Bill’s heart sank. What if Buddy went off with some rich john?
But after each exchange of conversation, Buddy shook his head, and his 
prospective patron retreated unhappily.
After ten minutes or so of watching this, Bill knew he had to approach Buddy. 
Buddy would never approach him. And he would have to do it soon, before Buddy 
got bored and left.
But what would he say to him?
He had never approached anyone before. He had been approached many times, but 
the initiative was always taken by the other person. Still, if he didn’t do it, 
he didn’t have a chance of attracting that magnificent stud’s attention.
He ordered another beer for courage and gulped it down. Then another to hold in 
his hand.
He was rather drunk now, having had six or seven beers, and they helped give him 
the courage to slowly cross the room. Finally, trying to make the crossing as 
casual as possible, he was standing alongside Buddy.
Buddy seemed to take no notice of him.
How could he start a conversation? What could he say?
“Have you got a match?”
He heard the words come out of his mouth. Shit, he thought immediately. Why 
didn’t I say something else? That’s the same approach I thought was so corny 
when Harvey used it this afternoon.
Buddy nodded, reached into his pocket, and produced a pack of matches. He didn’t 
turn to look at Bill.
“Your name is Buddy.”
Buddy turned to look at him. He seemed to be seeing him for the first time.
“How’d you know that?”
“I asked around,” Bill said, his heart pounding.
“Yeah? What for?” asked Buddy, somewhat suspiciously.
“I saw you this morning,” Bill said weakly. “I was hoping I’d see you again.”
“Got twenty-five?” asked Buddy casually. Bill was taken back by his directness.
“What?”
“Got twenty-five? That’s what it costs.”
Bill gulped.
“Yes,” he heard himself say.
“Come on,” said Buddy, and turned and left the bar. Bill followed him.
He was very apprehensive. What had he gotten himself in for. This could turn out 
to be a pretty heavy scene. For an instant, he was tempted to turn and run.
But one look at Buddy’s cute ass, his rolling gate, his lithe body made him 
forge on.
It’s a good thing I’m a little tanked, he told himself, or I’d never be doing 
this.
He made several awkward attempts at conversation, but Buddy obviously wasn’t a 
conversationalist. He only answered in monosyllables. So Bill soon gave up the 
attempt to converse.
They walked in silence to a grimy Times Square hotel.
“This way,” Buddy said, the first words he had said in a few minutes.
They went into the hotel, got Buddy’s key and went up to his room.
The room itself was as bad as Bill had suspected. Just a bed, rumpled, a bureau 
and a couple of broken armchairs. Fly-specked windows looked out over Times 
Square, and lights flashed through the pathetic attempt at curtains.
Once inside the room, Buddy made no attempt to touch Bill.
“I need a drink. Want one?” he said in his casual, arrogant voice.
Bill nodded.
Buddy went to the bureau and pulled out a pint of cheap whiskey. He poured two 
drinks from the bottle into two drinking cups, and handed one to Bill.
“Thanks,” Bill said. It was all he could manage to say.
Buddy nodded, sat in one broken armchair, and motioned for Bill to sit in the 
other.
Then, for a moment, the two just sat there, sipping their drinks. Bill couldn’t 
think of anything to say, and Buddy didn’t seem to wan to say anything.
Bill was getting more uptight by the moment.
What did Buddy expect him to do?
Did he expect him to make the first move?
If Buddy was straight, as the hustler had said, was he expected to walk over to 
him, unzip his fly, and blow him?
It would hardly be worth twenty-five dollars, but the thought of even that 
excited Bill. Every time he looked at Buddy, he felt that swelling in his 
crotch.
Buddy took his time about finishing his drink. But when he did, he got up slowly 
and crossed over to Bill.
“Ready now?” he said casually.
Bill nodded, his heart beating wildly and his pulse racing.
“Okay,” Buddy said casually. “Let’s get undressed.”
He started to pull off his clothes.
Bill did the same, but he purposely took his time about it. He wanted to see 
Buddy completely nude before they got into bed. He wanted to have a good, long 
look at what he was getting.
Buddy seemed to understand this, because once he had slipped out of his clothes, 
he paraded back and forth in front of Bill, allowing himself to be inspected.
Bill could have come from looking at him. His handsome teenaged cowboy had a 
body that wouldn’t stop!
He was lean and lanky, but, surprisingly, more muscular than he looked in his 
clothes. There was a fine down of blond hair in his perfectly-proportioned 
chest, which tapered down to a tiny waist and a perfectly flat stomach.
And his dick was a wonder to see!
It extended from him like a coil of rope. Even soft, it had to be nine inches 
long! It wasn’t as thick as Gary’s had been, but it was longer. That dick could 
get further inside Bill than any ever had.
The thought made him shudder with excitement.
“Want to see me work it up?” asked Buddy casually.
Bill nodded, unable to speak.
So Buddy stood in front of him and played with himself. Gradually, as he 
massaged it, looking intently at Bill, the great penis began to grow and grow 
until it reached monumental heights. If Bill was only going to give a blow-job, 
this was going to be the blow-job of his life!
He let Bill look at the huge flagpole for a moment, then to Bill’s surprise, he 
turned away and flopped on the bed.
“Hurry up,” he said.
Bill hastily pulled off the rest of his clothes and walked to the bed.
When he reached the edge, before he had a chance to climb in, Buddy grabbed him 
and pulled Bill down on top of him.
Once on the bed, Buddy changed entirely. All his former aloofness was gone. He 
went after Bill like a wild, savage animal.
He kissed him with a ferocity Bill had never known.
He ran his tongue over his body, sucking at Bill’s tits, biting at his neck, 
scratching his back and shoulders, finally going down on Bill’s cock.
He took the giant cock with one gulp, as if he could devour it, and sucked it so 
savagely and expertly, Bill thought he would go out of his mind.
Up till now, Bill had been almost passive.
He was so surprised by the unexpected passion he was getting from Buddy, he 
didn’t have time to take much action himself.
But now he did.
He rolled over on top of Buddy, kissing him, licking him, sucking his firm 
little tits.
Then he moved down to the magnificent dong, and kissed the head of it.
He didn’t know if he could go down on it entirely, but he tried. And he found it 
slipped down his throat easily. He took it to the hilt. As Buddy rammed it into 
his mouth, Bill wondered if he’d ever have anything so delicious as this giant 
cowboy going.
Buddy allowed himself to be blown for a moment or two, then pulled Bill away.
He kissed Bill savagely, then turned him over.
He went down on Bill’s ass, licking the ass cheeks, probing as far as he could 
into Bill’s asshole with his tongue.
This was the first time Bill had ever been reamed and he loved it.
Then Buddy turned him over, and asked in a husky, sexy voice, “What do you like 
the best?”
Bill could hardly get the words out.
“Fuck me, please. Fuck me.”
These were words Bill never would have said a few days ago, but now he couldn’t 
think of anything in the world he wanted more than that throbbing cowboy cock.
Buddy nodded and turned Bill over.
He lubricated his giant prick with a jar of Vaseline on the floor. Then he put 
it on Bill’s ass cheeks and massaged them.
This drove Bill wild, and he wanted more. “Give it to me! Give it to me!” he 
pleaded. Carefully and expertly, he inserted the huge dick into Bill’s ass 
crack.
He took his time about getting it all the way inside Bill. He knew a quick 
thrust would be unbearably painful. So he eased it in, inch by inch, letting 
Bill get used to the presence of it.
“Give it to me all the way,” Bill moaned.
Finally the full nine inches had invaded Bill’s body, after one careful lunge.
He waited for a moment, making sure Bill was comfortable with it.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” Bill moaned.
Then, slowly at first, Buddy began to hump.
As he saw Bill was loving it, he began to hump faster and faster. Finally, he 
was humping as savagely as he had blown Bill. He was banging him with violent, 
savage strokes.
And Bill was writhing in pleasure. What could be sexier than being filled to the 
brim with wonderful cowboy cock?
“Shoot it in me! Fill up my asshole with come!” Bill pleaded.
Buddy moaned.
He was getting ready to shoot.
“Shoot it! Shoot it!” Bill shouted.
And with a last violent thrust, an enormous wad of come travelled nine inches 
into Bill’s body and flowed into him.
Bill’s pleasure was so intense, he almost came at the same time.
He expected his pleasure was over. It was certainly well worth the twenty-five 
bucks!
But, to his surprise, when Buddy managed to extract his huge cock, still 
dripping come, he turned Bill over.
And he went down on Bill.
He sucked Bill’s cock as savagely as he had before, as if he intended to get 
every drop of juice out of it.
Bill’s excitement was so intense he thought he’d flood the room with come.
Then he came.
The hot juices flowed from his cock into Buddy’s eager mouth, flowed so 
profusely that some escaped from Buddy’s mouth and dribbled on his chin.
Buddy waited until his had gotten every drop of juice from Bill’s huge prick, 
then allowed himself to be dragged up to Bill.
Bill kissed him, licking the come from his chin, loving the salty taste of it 
that lingered in Buddy’s mouth.
Then the two fell back on the bed, spent. Neither spoke.
After a moment, Buddy got up. He went to the washbasin and carefully washed 
himself off. Then he began to put on his clothes.
This is my signal to leave, Bill thought. Too bad. I wish I could afford another 
session, but I can’t.
Bill dragged himself off the bed, washed himself off and started to dress, too.
In a moment, they stood in front of each other the way they were before the 
glorious fuck, a sexy young cowboy and a beautiful young sailor.
Bill reached for his wallet.
To his surprise, Buddy spoke.
“Another drink?”
“Sure,” Bill said eagerly.
He was very pleased that Buddy didn’t want to get rid of him right away. He 
imagined he didn’t do this with all of his johns.
Buddy went to the bureau, got out the bottle, and poured two healthy swigs into 
the paper cups.
He handed one to Bill.
“You’re something else,” he said.
“I thought you were straight,” Bill returned.
“I let the johns in the bar think that. It gets them more excited. Besides, 
there aren’t many of them like you.”
“I looked for you for hours,” Bill admitted. “I thought about you ever since I 
saw you this morning, but you wouldn’t remember. You didn’t notice me.”
“I noticed you,” Buddy said.
“You did?” Bill answered in some surprise.
“Yeah. I thought, there’s a beautiful piece of ass. But, shit, man, I thought 
you were hustling, too.”
Bill laughed and the ice was broken.
After that, he got Buddy to talk about himself. He found out Buddy had grown up 
in an orphanage in Arizona where he’d come out, that he had come East to find a 
job, and, failing to do that, had turned to hustling.
Bill found that, aside from finding Buddy almost unbearably sexy, he liked him, 
too.
They talked for several hours, pouring drinks from the bottle, enjoying each 
other’s company. Then, reluctantly, Bill decided it was time he should go.
He got up and reached for his wallet.
“Well, I guess I’d better shove off,” he said. “I hope I see you again. It was 
great.”
“Want to try something different?”
Bill was amazed by the answer. He had expected Buddy to merely say goodbye. He 
was also delighted.
“Sure,” he said eagerly. “What have you got in mind?”
“Come here,” Buddy said.
Bill walked over and stood in front of Buddy, still sitting in his armchair. He 
waited for further instructions.
“I dig looking at you in that uniform,” Buddy said. “Would you dig getting 
fucked while you’re wearing it?”
“Shit, no,” Bill said quickly. “I dig you in that cowbody outfit, too. It turns 
me on almost as much as you do.”
“Come here,” said Buddy.
He pulled Bill onto his lap.
They kissed hotly as Buddy slowly undid Bill’s fly and pulled out his aching 
cock.
Then he pulled Bill’s sailor pants down, enough so that he could get at the 
beautiful asshole.
Then, still locked in the hot kiss, he raised Bill slightly so he could undo his 
fly and pull out his own greedy cock.
He inserted it at the rim of Bill’s hot asshole, and, as before, took his time 
about inserting it all the way.
But this time, Bill took it easily, right up to the hilt. The path had been 
well-greased.
Once again, Bill had nine inches of cowboy cock inside him.
This, in its way, was just as exciting as before. He loved having Buddy, encased 
in denim, taking his body.
The feel of the denim turned him on. The way Buddy looked wearing his cowboy hat 
turned him on. He liked feeling the leather of Buddy’s boots which were now 
wrapped around his legs. It was different, but shit, how exciting!
“Ride me, cowboy, ride me!” he shouted.
“You’re going to get it, sailor boy!” Buddy answered huskily. “You’re going to 
get it like you never got it before.”
With that, he began to pound his nine-inch dick into Bill again.
Bill helped by sliding up and down on it, loving every inch that was penetrating 
him.
They made a curious picture, the cowboy and the sailor, both fully clothed, but 
having the fuck of their lives.
And Bill would have come without it, but Buddy was now expertly jerking him off, 
being careful to prolong the sensation, making Bill ache to shoot.
Just before they were both about to come, Buddy turned Bill around, so they 
could do it facing each other. He turned Bill so that his legs straddled the 
armchair.
He had to hold Bill, but this way, he could penetrate his mouth as he penetrated 
his body.
He kissed Bill as he came. It was the hottest kiss Bill had ever known in his 
life.
“Shit,” said Bill, as Buddy came. “What a way to get screwed. I wish I’d thought 
of it before.”
“Wait a minute,” Buddy said hoarsely. “Don’t move. I think I’ve got another load 
coming.”
He began to smack his dick into Bill’s ass again, smacking it so violently that 
the noise could probably be heard from the hallway.
As he did this, he writhed and moaned.
“I’ve got it, sailor boy,” he moaned. “And I want you to have it.”
“Give it to me,” Bill pleaded. “I want every drop of love juice in that sexy 
cowboy body!”
Then, with an enormous moan, with his boot-clad feet shooting into the air, 
Buddy came again.
Bill felt the second load shooting into him, and he rotated his hips to milk 
every drop of the precious juice from Buddy’s body.
Buddy kept his dick in Bill’s asshole for a moment, until every drop of sex 
juice had found its home.
Then he pulled out his exhausted cock and carefully helped Bill down from the 
chair.
As soon as Bill was standing again, Buddy jumped from his chair, knelt down, 
and, panting and moaning like an animal, made another savage attack on Bill’s 
cock.
Bill had never had a blow-job like it. Or so he thought at that moment.
The blow job was expert as before, but it was enhanced by the feel of an ass 
full of Buddy’s come. It was also enhanced by the sight of Buddy kneeling in 
front of him, still wearing his cowboy hat and sexy black boots.
The hot, unbearably glorious sensation began within him.
“Take it, cowboy, take it! Take all I’ve got!” he shouted.
And he came, exploding come down Buddy’s throat, perhaps coming even more than 
he did before.
Buddy, moaning with pleasure, swallowed every drop of it.
He didn’t release the sailor’s prick until he was certain that a last drop 
didn’t linger, a drop that could stain Bill’s uniform.
When he finally did release it, he flopped back in the chair, exhausted.
Bill fell back in the other chair.
They rested that way for a moment, panting and spent. When he could finally 
summon up the strength, Bill knew he must go.
He arranged his uniform, and reached for his wallet.
“Forget it, pal,” Buddy said, to his surprise.
“You mean that?”
“How can I charge for one of the greatest lays I ever had in my life?”
“That’s how I feel about it, too,” Bill said, putting his wallet back in his 
pocket.
Perhaps I’m a shit for not insisting that he take the money, Bill thought, but I 
can use it. Besides, he got as much out of his session as I did.
“We’ve got to do this again,” was all that Bill said.
Buddy smiled.
“We’d better not. You’ve put me out of commission for a couple of days at least. 
If I hang around you, it’ll ruin my business.” Bill smiled and agreed.
Buddy saw him to the door, where they kissed for a long moment, then parted.
As he walked out to Times Square, Bill felt good. Exhausted, but good.
He could feel Buddy’s come in his ass. In a way, he was taking part of his sexy 
cowboy away with him.

Chapter Five

The next day, Bill, still exhausted from the night before, slept late.
When he finally woke up, it was nearly one o’clock.
Bill yawned happily. He felt good.
Then he realized, with a great deal of pleasure, that the night before had done 
something sensational for him. The session with Buddy had driven thoughts of 
Gary out of his mind.
He was very pleased about that. After all, he didn’t want to go around moping 
about Gary forever.
At this moment, he felt the world was good, that there was plenty of other ass 
out there. One way or another, he would get around to sampling his share.
He got up, shaved and dressed.
What to do today?
Buddy had drained him of his sex drive the night before. What was left of it 
existed within Buddy’s body. He suspected it was pretty much the same for Buddy.
So, without the pressures of a nagging cock, he was free to do something he 
should have done all along: see the sights of New York.
He set out in very good spirits, and took in as much of New York as he could in 
an afternoon.
He went to the Metropolitan Museum, to Rockefeller Center and then to the Statue 
of Liberty. The afternoon was balmy and pleasant and he enjoyed himself 
thoroughly.
There was only one catch. He did wish he had someone to enjoy it with.
Not that he couldn’t have picked up a companion. He was still getting his share 
of appreciative glances from both sexes. But he didn’t want to spend the 
afternoon with a stranger.
He wanted to spend it with a friend.
He wanted to spend it with Tony.
Tony.
He wondered what he was doing right now.
Probably banging some chick who was just panting for his hot cock. He wished 
Tony had been able to stop his pursuit of pussy long enough to set aside one 
afternoon for him.
Oh, well, he thought. We’re all different. I’ve found that out.
But this thought didn’t dispel a definite feeling of loneliness. The loneliness 
of someone in a crowd. All the hungry strangers in the world who might be 
lusting for his body didn’t make up for it.
By nightfall, he returned to his hotel, washed away the grime of the streets, 
and put on his carefully laundered whites.
Then he headed out into the night.
He went to a restaurant near the hotel, and ordered an enormous dinner, which he 
ate with his customary relish.
He was seated by the window, and as he lingered over coffee, he watched the 
passers-by.
A boy of sixteen walked by. He was wearing pants so tight that Bill could see 
the outline of a nice cock and the crack of a cute little ass.
Bill felt blood surging into his cock. It flopped up in his pants as Bill 
thought how nice it would be to get into that tight little love hole.
The boy passed without seeing Bill. If he had known a beautiful, insatiable 
sailor was watching him and contemplating the joys of his asshole, the boy 
probably would’ve waited patiently outside for Bill. But he never knew.
Damn, Bill thought. I’m horny again.
But what to do about it?
The bars?
He was getting bored with the bars. The only person he had met in one worth 
going to bed with was Eric, and he’d had to fend off the attention of hundreds 
of swishes and dirty old men.
The streets?
He had never picked anyone up on the street, and it seemed dangerous. Besides, 
he didn’t want to be seen cruising in public.
Then he had a thought.
The baths.
He had never been to one, but he had heard plenty of bar talk about them. 
According to the talk, they were wild.
What’s more, they were anonymous. He would be just another body walking around 
in pursuit of sex.
He decided the baths were the cry for this evening. If he didn’t find anyone he 
liked, he could leave. It was worth trying anything once.
He hastily paid his check and left the restaurant.
He had heard of a bathhouse downtown, and he decided that was the one he would 
try. He didn’t know the exact address, but he knew the street, and he was 
certain he could find it.
He hailed a cab and gave the driver a downtown address.
When the cab deposited him on the street he designated, he looked around. And it 
suddenly didn’t seem to be a good idea after all.
The street was shabby and poorly-lit. It looked like a street where muggers 
could hang out and frequently did. He wondered what kind of place could be 
located on this street.
Come on, Simpson, he told himself. Where’s the old spirit of adventure?
He started up the street, passed darkened doorways and overflowing ashcans. The 
street was completely deserted, and this was somewhat frightening. Who could 
help him if someone jumped out from a doorway and held a knife to his throat?
But he persevered, listening to his footsteps echo down the empty street.
At last he reached a large three-story building, not very distinctive from the 
buildings around it. Over the doorway was a sign: Universal Baths.
He had reached his destination.
He hesitated for a moment. The building looked shabby and dark and uninviting.
Over the doorway were three filthy windows covered with grillwork.
What kind of people would go to a place like this, he wondered.
He also wondered if there were old men behind the windows above him, appraising 
him. He almost turned and fled.
But his pride got the better of him.
What are you, Simpson, he asked himself. Are you chicken?
He got together his courage, and walked up the steps of the establishment.
He walked into a dimly-lit lobby.
An ancient cashier stood behind a counter covered with grillwork. Seeing Bill 
approach, he opened a door.
“Locker or room?” he asked Bill.
“What’s the difference in price?” Bill asked anxiously.
“The lockers are five and the rooms are seven-fifty.”
Bill asked for a room. He decided he would feel safer there, even if it was more 
expensive.
He paid the man, who then asked for his valuables.
Bill took off his watch and handed the man his wallet and change.
The man took them silently, and put them in a steel locker. He then had Bill 
sign a receipt for them, and handed him a key.
“Upstairs. Second floor,” he said tersely, as he had a thousand times before. 
“Third cubicle to the left.”
He also handed Bill a towel and something resembling a hospital gown which he 
was expected to wear.
With mixed feelings, Bill mounted the stairs.
There was something definitely frightening about this place. But there is 
excitement in danger and Bill was excited.
When he reached the second floor, he turned into a darkened hallway. It was 
illuminated by only a few dim red lights placed at strategic places. It took 
Bill a moment to get used to the darkness.
When he did, he saw that figures were moving around in the gloom, figures moving 
back and forth in white shrouds, like so many ghosts.
Bill noticed one of the figures was watching him.
He couldn’t make out a face or even a body. He only could see the white gown 
dimly.
He heard someone whisper. It was the first sound he had heard, and it was 
definitely eerie.
He shuddered, and headed down the dimly lit hallway to find his room.
He had trouble inserting the key in the door, but he finally managed it.
He opened the door and went into the room.
There was nothing in the tiny cubicle but a bed and a chair. The bed looked none 
too clean, and there was a sopping wet towel that someone had left behind on the 
floor.
Bill picked up the towel, threw it in a corner, and started to undress.
He was down to his jockey shorts when the door opened.
A man of about fifty was standing there. His wrapper was open. He was exposing 
an erect cock. He was also exposing a fat stomach. “Interested?” he said to 
Bill, leering at him. Fear turned to anger.
“Get out of here!” Bill shouted.
The man shrugged and moved off, closing the door behind him.
Bill wondered if he should go on with this. If that was a sample of what he 
would find here.
But he was here, and it wouldn’t hurt to look around. At least he could swim and 
take a steam bath.
He slipped out of his jockey shorts and put on the white robe.
He left his cubicle, and stood for a moment in the hallway, letting his eyes get 
adjusted to the darkness.
White figures were moving past him, seemingly looking him over.
One of the figures moved close to him, and Bill felt a hand reaching out to him, 
searching for his cock.
Bill moved away.
He started down the hallway.
From several closed doors, he heard moans and sighs, the sounds of guys making 
it together. He wondered who they were.
He reached the end of the hallway and turned a corner.
There was a cluster of white figures standing in front of one of the doorways 
there. They seemed to be watching something.
Bill was curious.
With some trepidation, he approached the group.
Since no one seemed to be paying much attention to him, he joined them. And saw 
what they were watching.
In that cubicle, there was a man, olive-skinned, slim and rather attractive, 
lying on his cot. Another man, not quite so attractive, was on top of him, 
fucking him.
Both were writhing and moaning with pleasure, seemingly oblivious of the crowd 
that was watching them.
The man who was fucking the other man was close to coming. He was banging away 
for all he was worth. Then, with a moan of pleasure, he dumped his load into the 
other man.
He got up almost immediately, put on his robe, and left the cubicle.
Bill was amazed at what happened next.
Another man from the crowd, apparently next in line, went into the cubicle and 
took off his robe, revealing an erect cock, and put it into the olive-skinned 
youth.
The you didn’t even turn around to see who was fucking him.
The man on top battered away at the olive-skinned ass until, sweating and 
moaning, he dumped his load.
Then he got up, put on his robe, and another man entered the cubicle.
Shit, Bill thought, that guy is being fucked by the world.
The thought rather excited him, and his cock became semi-erect.
He was tempted to join the line, but then thought better of it. He wanted his 
prick in something that didn’t have the come of a dozen others in it.
But it was fun to watch.
The olive-skinned ass was screwed by a humpy-looking guy in his twenties.
It was screwed by a Latin man in his thirties.
It was screwed by a fat man of indeterminate middle age.
The olive-skinned youth didn’t seem to care who was in him. He just wanted all 
the cock he could get.
Bill finally got bored with being a voyeur, so he moved on.
He turned down another hallway.
At the end of the hall, there was a half-open door, and light from that cubicle 
spilled out into the hallway.
Bill was curious to know what was in that room, so he moved to the doorway.
Inside, there was a hairy-chested man lying on a cot. He looked to be in his 
middle thirties, and he was handsome in a blunt, masculine way.
He was watching the doorway, and, at the same time, playing with a giant 
erection.
Bill looked at the cock with fascination. It was huge and thick, a ramrod 
sprouting from a nest of curly black pubic hair.
The man saw Bill watching him, and motioned him inside.
Bill shook his head, but his cock started to swell.
That huge shlong would feel awfully good inside him.
The man motioned again.
This time, Bill’s highly aroused prick got the better of him, and he went inside 
the room.
“Take off your robe,” the man said hoarsely. “I want to take a look at you.” 
Bill dropped his robe.
The man looked at him in amazement.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Beautiful.”
Bill started for the cot, but the man waved him away.
“Don’t get any closer,” the man said. “Just stand there. I just want to look at 
you.”
What kind of a nut is this? Bill thought.
But he stood and watched the man with some fascination, as he manipulated his 
huge prick.
He beat it faster and faster until a giant wad of come shot into the air.
The man moaned, then, apparently satisfied, reached for a towel.
“Sorry,” the man said. “This is the way I get my kicks. It must seem odd to 
you.”
“A little,” Bill admitted.
“It’s this way,” the man said. “I’m a married man. I believe in staying faithful 
to my wife. I just like to look at you beautiful boys and think about the things 
I could do with you. Do you understand?”
“I guess so,” Bill said, though he didn’t.
He saw no need of further conversation, so he adjusted his robe, and left the 
cubicle.
As he moved down the maze of corridors, he saw several interesting sights.
He saw, through one half open door, two young guys blowing each other.
He saw, through another door, a guy rimming another.
He saw a guy getting screwed while the other guy was jerking him off.
He realized that there were people who liked to be watched while they were 
having sex. He doubted he’d ever be one of them.
He came to several more half opened doors, and saw men lying on cots playing 
with their dicks. Each of them motioned for Bill to join them, but Bill had had 
enough of that scene.
At the very end of the far hallway, there was a sign saying “Pool and Steam 
Room,” with an arrow pointing downwards.
Bill decided to investigate.
He went down two flights of stairs to the basement area of the building where 
the pool and steam room were.
He crossed the pool area.
Beyond it, there was a door marked “Steam Room.”
Bill opened it and went inside.
Wisps of steam stung his eyes, and for a minute, he couldn’t see.
Then he made out a cluster of nude figures, standing in a semi-circle. Bill 
couldn’t imagine what they were doing.
But when he moved closer, he saw.
There was a man crouched in the middle of the semi-circle. He was travelling 
from one man in the circle to another, sucking their cocks.
He would suck each man until he almost came, then move on to the next. It was 
almost like some kind of bizarre sexual game.
Bill watched this for a moment with some fascination.
Then a man in the group turned and saw Bill.
His prick leapt to attention.
He left the group and walked over to Bill. He reached out and touched Bill’s 
cock.
Bill moved away, but it was too late.
He had been spotted by the entire group. And suddenly, they all moved to him.
Hands reached out to touch, to feel, to caress every part of his body.
Someone was playing with his ass.
Someone was playing with his dick.
Someone was sucking at his tits.
Mouths were straining to get to his.
It was as if a small army of aroused maniacs were trying to get to every part of 
him.
Bill was frightened, and struggled to get away. It was a brief, but, for Bill, 
terrifying struggle.
But at last, Bill managed to break through the circle and men who were 
surrounding him, and he rushed out of the steam room.
Several men tried to follow him, but Bill rushed past the pool and up the 
stairs.
He had had enough of this, he decided. He didn’t dig this scene at all.
He went back to his cubicle, hastily put on his uniform, and started for the 
stairway.
“So you’re a sailor,” said a voice from the darkness.
Bill turned.
Then, out of the darkness stepped one of the most gorgeous numbers Bill had ever 
seen in his life. His features were finely chiseled and incredibly even, and, 
even through his robe, Bill could tell he had a magnificent body.
What’s more, he looked very familiar.
“Do I know you?” Bill said.
“You may have seen me,” the man answered. “I’m Ken Barclay. I do quite a bit of 
modelling.”
Of course, Bill thought. He had seen this guy’s picture in magazine ads and 
billboards all over the country. He had always stared at it with special 
appreciation.
“I think I’ve seen your picture,” Bill said. He tried to sound casual, but his 
cock was swelling.
“You really have to go?” Ken asked. “You just got here.”
“Well,” Bill said, already knowing the answer. “I guess I could stick around for 
awhile.”
Ken smiled at him.
“Let’s go to my room and have a cigarette.”
Bill nodded, and followed Ken to a doorway. Ken took out his key and unlocked 
the door.
They went inside.
Ken sat down on his bunk, and fumbled in the pockets of his folded trousers for 
a pack of cigarettes. He motioned for Bill to sit down beside him.
“Cigarette?”
Bill took a cigarette, and they both lit up. “Your first time at the baths?”
Bill nodded.
“I thought so. I saw you come in. You looked pretty uptight.”
“I guess I was,” Bill admitted.
“I thought I’d give you time to get used to the place before I introduced 
myself.”
He smiled at Bill. His even teeth were impossibly white, just the way they 
looked in ads.
“You come here often?” Bill asked. He wanted to fuck with this guy so badly that 
it was difficult to make conversation.
“Not very,” Ken said. “I have a lover. He keeps me satisfied most of the time.”
“Oh.”
“How about you? Do you have a lover?”
“No,” Bill responded. “I have a girl.”
“Oh, one of those,” said Ken. “You really fuck with your girl? And just come 
here as a sideline?”
“That’s right,” Bill answered.
What’s going on? he wondered. Did this guy ask me in here just to make 
conversation?
“What’s your name?” Ken continued.
“Bill.”
“Bill, there’s something I’ve got to explain to you. I dig a pretty special 
brand of sex.”
Bill’s heart sank. Was this gorgeous guy just another weirdo?
“What’s that?” he asked, with some trepidation.
“I can only have sex with someone who’s wearing these.”
He took a shiny black leather jacket from the chair and a pair of shiny black 
leather riding boots from the place where they were standing in the corner.
“Would you mind putting these on?”
He handed the jacket and boots to Bill.
Bill wasn’t quite sure of what to say. But if it was only a matter of wearing 
this stuff… And the guy was gorgeous.
“I guess not.”
“Do it now.”
Nervously, Bill slipped out of his uniform, and hung it neatly on the chair.
In the meantime, Ken had stubbed out the cigarettes and taken off his robe, 
revealing a body every bit as gorgeous as he’d imagined.
Bill put on the high black leather riding boots and the leather jacket.
“Let me take a look at you,” Ken said, in a voice hoarse with anticipation.
Bill turned to him.
Ken gasped with wonder at the beautiful sight in front of him. His cock leapt to 
immediate attention.
He fell back on the cot.
“Come here,” he said, grabbing Bill’s arm, and pulling him down on top of him.
“Now force me to kiss you,” Ken whispered.
“What?”
“Force me.”
Bill ground his lips against Ken’s, but Ken struggled and tried to turn away.
But Bill wasn’t about to let him. If this was a game, then he’d play it. His 
cock was raging for this guy, and the leather jacket and boots gave him a 
feeling of power.
He grabbed Ken’s arms and pinned them behind him. Then he pressed his lips 
against Ken’s with such pressure that Ken moaned and opened his mouth slightly.
Bill forced his tongue inside Ken’s mouth. Ken went wild then, moaning, 
writhing, his prick against Bill’s, swollen with desire.
They just lay there for a moment, with Bill’s tongue exploring every corner of 
Ken’s famous mouth.
Then Ken managed to pull himself free, and, throwing his arms around Bill, 
pulling him even closer to him, he savagely rubbed the leather that covered 
Bill’s shoulders, and that seemed to excite him even further.
Ken managed to pull away from the kiss.
“You excite me, baby,” he whispered, “but excite me so much I’ll do anything. 
Bite me. Lick me. Suck my cock. Get me so hot I’ll do anything in the world for 
you.”
Bill, aroused to the point of no return, attacked him savagely, biting his neck, 
scratching at his shoulders, then licking the entire length of his body.
When he reached his cock, he grabbed it greedily, and sucked on it with wild 
abandon.
Ken moaned, groaned, tossed on the bed as Bill sucked away. Bill alternated 
between sucking the dick and sucking Ken’s balls while he jerked Ken off.
Ken, in the meantime, had grabbed at the riding boots Bill was wearing, and was 
licking them.
Then he moved to Bill’s cock, and began to suck Bill as savagely as Bill was 
sucking him. They rolled around on the bed, each intent on getting the juice of 
the other.
They sucked for minutes, getting more and more savage with each other’s cocks.
As Ken sucked Bill, he kept feeling the leather of the riding boots, and this 
excited him to even greater heights.
Bill kept thinking of the times he had seen Ken’s face. Ken smoking cigarettes, 
Ken sipping whiskey, Ken holding up a box of soap.
He must be the most famous model in the country, he thought, and I’ve got his 
dick in my mouth. I’m going to drink his juice. Celebrity juice.
When Bill was just about to shoot his load into Ken’s beautiful mouth, Ken 
released him.
“I’m close,” he gasped. “Too damned close.”
“So?” said Bill, wanting to continue.
“I want you to rape me.”
Ken rolled over and offered his shapely butt to Bill.
Bill needed no further provocation.
He shoved his wet pecker into Ken’s shapely asshole, with one giant lunge.
Ken gasped, but he took it to the hilt.
He reached behind him, and felt the leather of the jacket Bill was wearing.
This seemed to excite him as much as the cock he had inside him, for he began to 
rotate his ass in hot excitement.
“Let me feel those boots,” He gasped, “grind them into me.”
Bill pushed against Ken’s hairy legs, and Ken moaned with joy.
His joy was infectious. Bill liked the new power he seemed to have. He thrust 
even further into Ken’s asshole.
“Talk to me,” Ken groaned. “Call me a shit.”
“Shit.”
And Bill slammed into him harder.
“Call me anything you can think of.”
“Turd.”
Another slam.
“Asshole.”
Another.
“Motherfucker.”
Another.
“Cocksucker.”
Yet another.
In their excitement, they rolled off the bed onto the floor. Bill kept right on 
fucking.
Then Bill pulled Ken to his feet.
They were still joined, and Bill banged away at his ass from a standing 
position.
Then he pushed Ken’s head down, and he fucked him dog-fashion. He was even 
further inside him this way.
He started to come.
“Let me have it, baby,” ken shouted. “Shoot it until you hit my brains.”
“Take it, you shithead! Take it!” Bill shouted, and come showered from his huge 
dick into the gorgeous body of the model.
As Bill came, so did Ken.
A shower of come flew from his cock, though he wasn’t even touching it. The 
bedsheets were soaked with the juice from his famous body.
They both fell back on the bed, momentarily exhausted.
“That was something,” Ken said, as soon as he could catch his breath.
“I’ll rape you anytime,” returned Bill. “Standing, sitting, or lying down, I’ll 
stick my cock in your ass any time you want it.”
“Be careful,” said Ken, smiling. “I might decide I want it right now.”
Bill returned his smile.
“I don’t think either one of us is in any shape to do it right now.”
Ken looked at Bill reluctantly. The blond figure in the leather jacket and high 
black riding boots still turned him on, but there was nothing much he could do 
about it right now.
“I’m afraid I have to go,” he said, “my lover is expecting me home.”
Bill nodded.
“I understand.”
But he was disappointed. He could spend all night balling this guy.
“I’d give you my phone number,” Ken said. “But my lover is very jealous. If I 
start getting strange phone calls—well, you know how it is.”
“Yeah,” said Bill sadly. “I know how it is.”
He slipped out of the boots and leather jacket and handed them to Ken. Then, 
because he had left his robe in his room, he put his uniform back on.
He paused at the door.
“Well, so long,” he said, “it was nice meeting you.”
Ken walked over to him, and put an affectionate arm around him.
“If I didn’t have a lover—“ he said.
“But you do,” Bill answered.
Ken kissed him, long and hard.
When it was over, Bill opened the door and left.
Out in the hallway, he debated about what to do now.
He still had his key. The room was his for twelve hours, according to the sign 
outside. Why not stay awhile and see what might happen? If he could score that 
way once—
He decided to stay.
But first he needed some sleep. He was too exhausted from his session with Ken 
to do anything right now.
He went to his room, undressed and lay down.
In a moment, he was asleep.
Tim passed.
Then there were noises.
Bill opened his eyes groggily.
He could hear noises coming from the next cubicle. Inches away from him, two 
guys were making it together. Bill lay for a moment, listening to their moans 
and groans of pleasure. He wondered who they were.
How long had he been asleep?
He glanced at his watch. Four hours.
He shook his head, wiped the sleep from his eyes, got up and put on his robe.
Then he thought of Ken, or being in that gorgeous model’s asshole, possessing 
him, and his cock leapt. He was ready for some more action.
He went out into the hallway.
The ghostly white figures were still moving about, searching for partners, 
except there were more of them now.
Bill moved down the darkened hallways, letting his eyes get accustomed to the 
darkness. Heads turned as he walked by, but he didn’t see anyone who interested 
him.
He paused at the end of the hall to light a cigarette.
That was when he heard sounds of violent sex of one kind or another coming from 
an adjoining cubicle. The door was open a crack, and Bill was curious to know 
what was going on, so he went to the door and looked.
He was amazed by what he saw. A giant of a black man was holding a short, slight 
boy, who looked to be about eighteen, by his ankles upside down. The boy was 
sucking his huge black cock.
This went on for a moment, then the giant uprighted the boy, and, still holding 
him in the air, began to slam his cock into him.
The boy squirmed with delight. The black man held him as effortlessly as if he 
were a doll.
The sight turned Bill on.
He watched until the giant came in the boy, came with huge lunging strokes. It 
was only after that that he released his prize.
Bill moved off, not wanting to be discovered.
He walked down another hallway. As before, there were several open door, with 
men either standing in the doorway, or lying on their bunks, showing off their 
erections.
But Bill didn’t see anything that interested him.
And then he did. But he feared he was out of luck.
Two beautiful boys came from the stairway that led to the pool. One was dark and 
looked Italian. He had luxuriant wavy hair and an olive complexion. He was short 
and had a thick, stocky build.
The other was slightly taller and looked Scandinavian. He too was well-built, 
although not so muscular as his friend.
They walked to a door that obviously led to the dark one’s room, for he took out 
a key and unlocked it. The two went inside.
Too bad, Bill thought. I wish I’d seen them earlier. Either one of them.
He walked down the hallway, passing the door into which the beauties had 
disappeared. He noticed it was ajar.
He stopped, and gave it a light push.
Inside the room, he could see the boys locked in a passionate embrace. They were 
obviously really hot for each other. Their bodies ground against each other, and 
their mouths were wet with hot, lascivious kisses.
They fell back on the bed, still grinding against each other, and lay there lost 
in their mutual passion.
Bill’s cock throbbed.
Then the dark one, the larger of the two, uprighted himself, and headed for his 
lover’s prick.
As he did so, he caught sight of Bill, watching them from the doorway.
“Hi,” he said.
Bill moved off quickly. He didn’t want a scene. The two beauties should have 
their privacy.
He headed for his room, intending to think about the two beauties and jerk off.
When he reached his doorway, he fumbled for his key. Suddenly, he felt a hand on 
his arm.
He turned.
It was the dark beauty. He had followed him.
There was going to be a scene, after all.
Oh, well, Bill thought. I can’t blame him. If I were dragging that beautiful 
blond into the sack, I’d want some privacy too.
“Look, I’m sorry. I—“ he started to say.
“Would you care to join us?”
He didn’t need to say another word.
Bill turned and followed until they both came to the cubicle where the blond was 
waiting.
He was lying on the bed, nude, playing with himself.
He was apparently expecting Bill, because he nodded to him. The sight of Bill 
obviously excited him, because he jerked his pecker with even greater thrusts.
The dark one felt for Bill’s cock. It was fully erect, as it had been since he 
first entered the room.
Bill reached for both cocks, massaging both at once. Both were things of beauty 
in his hands.
For a moment, the three stood there, jerking each other off, admiring each 
other’s beauty.
Then the dark one went down on Bill. His mouth sucked at Bill’s cock greedily.
Bill leaned over and started sucking the blond’s cock. He responded by shoving 
it back and forth, back and forth into Bill’s eager mouth.
The dark one let go of Bill’s dick and started eating out his balls. He took 
each of the testicles into his mouth and sucked them in a way that drove Bill 
wild.
Bill followed suit. He alternated between sucking the blond’s balls and cock, 
and from the moans of pleasure the blond was making, each was equally exciting.
Then the dark one moved away from Bill, and got onto the cot. He motioned for 
Bill to do the same.
There wasn’t much room, but it certainly was a cot full of beautiful animals, 
all of them in heat.
The dark one kissed the blond, then turned and kissed Bill. Then the blond 
leaned over and kissed Bill.
As he did, the dark one went down on the blond.
Disengaging himself from the kiss, the blond moved to Bill’s prick and started 
blowing him.
Bill, in turn, moved to the dark one’s dick, and went down on him, again 
alternating between sucking his cock and eating his balls.
They remained this way for some time.
Then the blond, apparently the more passive of the two, released Bill’s cock, 
rolled over, and offered his ass to him.
Bill needed no further invitation.
He jammed his dick into the beautiful blond’s round ass, up into the asshole as 
far as he could go.
The blond sighed. He obviously loved it.
Bill banged away at him, as hard as he had banged Ken. And with each successive 
thrust, the blond seemed to be getting more pleasure.
For a moment, the dark one sucked the blond’s cock while he was being rammed by 
Bill.
Then, even while he was sucking the blond, he reached for Bill’s asscrack, 
sticking an exploratory finger in it.
Seeing he would get no objection from Bill, he lifted his dick to Bill’s 
asscheeks, and, finding the pleasure hole, jammed it inside.
The three of them were locked then, Bill fucking and getting fucked. This had 
only happened to him once before, and the dual sensation of having the dark one 
inside him while his prick was filling the ass of the blond was almost too 
exciting for him to bear.
They thrust and thrust, harder and harder, until, with a sudden explosion, Bill 
came, shooting hot wads of come into the blond’s quivering ass he himself was 
about to get a load.
As soon as he came, Bill removed his dick from the pleasure hole and turned the 
blond over. Then, still being rammed, he grabbed for the blond’s cock and sucked 
it wildly.
The blond took Bill’s head in his hands, and moved it up and down on his cock.
Bill sucked the cock eagerly, but the pressure of being fucked was getting 
painful, now that he himself had come. The dark one seemed to realize this, 
because he removed his dick from Bill’s ass, even though he was about to come.
For a moment, he watched Bill sucking his blond friend. Then he moved to them, 
and offered his cock to Bill.
Bill managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth.
Both boys, excited beyond belief, came, almost simultaneously.
Bill’s mouth was full of the juice of both of them. It was flooded with more 
come than it had ever held before. Bill swallowed it all eagerly.
When they finished, no one said a word. Bill simply got up, found his robe, and 
went back to his room.
Lying on his bed, he thought contentedly about what a great session that had 
been. He wondered who the beautiful boys were. Perhaps it was better he didn’t 
know. It was somehow sexier to think he had the juice of two beautiful strangers 
inside him.
He was totally spent for the moment.
He lay back with his hands behind his head and dozed. He imagined a ship full of 
cocks waiting to be sucked, of assholes waiting to be sucked and the thought 
excited him.
But he had to remind himself that it wouldn’t be that way when he got back to 
the ship. He would have to go straight again.
Well, he had a few more days of leave. He might as well get all the ass he 
could.
He lay on the bed for over an hour.
Then he felt rested, so he got up. He decided to have one last look around.
He left his room and walked back out into the darkened hallway.
But his search, this time, produced no results.
He only saw middle-aged men, old men and unattractive boys moving through the 
darkness. As before, many of them stared at him, several tried to grope him, 
several tried to start conversations, but Bill managed to ward off all their 
advances.
He watched various sex acts from open doorways, but this failed to stimulate him 
as it once had.
Well, he decided, time to go back to the hotel.
He certainly couldn’t complain. He’d more than gotten his money’s worth.
He headed back to his room to change.
It was then, in the doorway that led outside, that he saw a boy. A boy of 
eighteen or nineteen.
This boy was wearing a sweater, slacks and loafers. His hair was cropped short, 
giving him a very collegiate look. He was only medium in height, but he was 
brawnily built. His brawny torso seemed somehow incongruous with his face, which 
had a scrubbed, apple-cheeked look. He turned Bill on very strongly.
He stood in the doorway, looking around, trying to adjust his eyes to the 
darkness, as Bill had. He was very nervous, almost visibly shaking. For a 
moment, he looked as if he might turn and run away, but, instead, he turned and 
went down the first hallway.
Bill followed him.
The boy strained to see the numbers on the doors, but finally found his.
He fumbled with his key. He was so nervous, he was having trouble inserting it 
in the lock.
Bill came up behind him.
“Need some help?”
The boy nearly jumped out of his skin when Bill spoke to him. Bill smiled.
“Here,” he said calmly. “Let me help you with that.”
He took the key from the boy, inserted it in the lock, and opened the door for 
him.
“Thanks,” the boy said in a very shaky voice.
He flipped on the light switch in the room, and got his first good look at Bill 
who was standing in the doorway. Bill could tell he was pleasantly surprised.
“Mind if I come in?” Bill asked easily. The boy hesitated.
“I guess not,” he said, after a moment. Bill came in and closed the door.
The boy sat down on his cot. His nervousness was apparent from the way he was 
clutching the bottom of the cot, from the way he kept his knees tightly clutched 
together.
Bill realized it was up to him to put the boy at ease.
“First time here?” Bill asked pleasantly.
“Yes,” the boy said, barely audibly.
“Mine too,” said Bill. “A little frightening at first, isn’t it?”
“I guess so,” said the boy.
They talked for about fifteen minutes, with Bill carrying most of the 
conversation. In fits and starts, he learned the boy’s name was Jerry, that he 
was visiting New York for the first time, that he was a student at the 
University of Michigan, that he played football and wanted to be a coach 
someday.
A typical college jock, Bill thought. I’ve never had one of these.
After fifteen minutes of talk, Bill started to lose patience. After all, they 
weren’t here to talk.
Besides, the boy’s bulky body excited him. He had to guess at what it would look 
like, for Jerry had made no move to remove his clothes.
Bill put his hand on Jerry’s knee.
Jerry started.
“What’s the matter?” asked Bill.
Jerry gulped.
“Nothing,” he said finally.
Bill’s hand moved to Jerry’s crotch. He found nothing there. The kid didn’t even 
have a hard-on.
“Something’s the matter. Don’t you like me? Do you want me to go?”
“No… Don’t go,” Jerry breathed.
“Then what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Look,” Jerry said, with some difficulty. “I think you’re a very groovy-looking 
guy. In fact, I never expected to meet anyone as groovy as you in here. It’s 
just that… well, never… I haven’t had much experience, that’s all.”
“You mean you’re a virgin?” Bill asked with some astonishment.
“Not exactly… Well, yes. As far as guys are concerned.”
“Then why did you come here?”
“I heard about this place and I thought… Well, I buy muscle magazines and jerk 
off. But as far as the real thing… well, it isn’t possible at home or at school. 
At home, if my parents ever found out… well, I just can’t take the chance. And 
at school, I live in my fraternity house. It just isn’t possible… “
Bill told him he understood. He told Jerry he had very much the same situation. 
He told him he was in the Navy, and he’d never had sex with another guy before 
this week. That seemed to reassure Jerry.
But he did keep mentioning his girl back home. He repeated over and over again 
that he wasn’t really gay. This was just something he wanted to try.
In the midst of one of his protestations, Bill leaned over and kissed him.
He was startled, but made no protest.
Bill dug his tongue into the virgin mouth. Again, though he seemed startled, 
Jerry accepted Bill’s tongue eagerly.
With his tongue still locked in Jerry’s mouth, Bill drew him to his feet and 
started to undress him.
Jerry had to manage his sweater, his shoes and socks and step out of his chinos, 
but Bill did the rest.
Bill took off his robe, and in a moment, the two were stark naked, facing each 
other.
Bill wasn’t wrong about Jerry’s body.
He had a thick, sturdy chest covered with auburn hair. His arms were thickly 
muscled, and his dick, semi-erect now, was a nice size. He had the tight, fit 
look of an athlete who takes very good care of his body.
Bill knelt and took Jerry’s cock in his mouth.
Jerry let him play with it, as he carefully flicked his tongue over the head, 
exciting it, then taking its full length, letting his tongue caress it, then 
rotating it in his mouth.
Bill’s expert job of cocksucking had its effect on Jerry.
The athlete’s cock swelled in Bill’s mouth, swelled to its full size.
This is the first time this cock has been sucked, Bill thought. And that thought 
caused his own cock to throb.
As Bill sucked away, Jerry moaned and started to shiver. Bill knew he was about 
to come.
So he stopped sucking, and moved up to kiss Jerry.
He didn’t want him to come too soon. He wanted his own dick satisfied.
And he knew there must be eighteen years of come stored up in Jerry’s virgin 
body. When he came, he would shoot like a fountain.
“Suck mine,” Bill breathed.
“I can’t,” Jerry whispered.
“How do you know if you’ve never tried it,” Bill answered. “Come on, baby, give 
it a try.”
He pushed Jerry’s head down toward his extended cock.
Gingerly, Jerry took it in his hand. He was plainly excited by this magnificent 
tool, but not certain how to handle it.
With some hesitation, he lifted Bill’s cock to his lips. He licked at the head 
delicately, then put it in his mouth.
“Give me some tongue action, baby,” Bill instructed.
And Jerry rolled his tongue over the head of Bill’s mighty prick.
He wasn’t as experienced as some, but he excited Bill to the extent that he made 
a sudden lunge forward, and thrust the entire length of his cock in Jerry’s 
mouth.
Jerry choked.
“Take it, baby. Take it,” Bill shouted.
He remembered it hadn’t been over four or five days since Gary was saying the 
same words to him, and he was sucking his first cock.
After Jerry got used to the sensation of Bill’s prick in his mouth, he began to 
enjoy what he was doing.
He moved back and forth, as Bill thrust it to him. His movements became more and 
more animated.
This guy has the makings of a first-class cocksucker, Bill thought. And mine is 
the first cock he’s ever sucked. I wonder how many there will be after me?
As the athlete began to suck harder and harder, each stroke becoming more 
expert, Bill felt a stirring in his balls.
He pulled his cock from Jerry’s mouth. Jerry was startled.
“What’s wrong?” he said.
“Nothing, baby, nothing,” Bill answered. “I was starting to come, that’s all. I 
want to show you a few more tricks before I do.”
He pulled Jerry to his feet, and kissed him violently. Then, releasing him, he 
said, “I want you to fuck me.”
Jerry looked puzzled.
“Are you sure?” he said. “Won’t it hurt?”
“Not after a while,” Bill responded. “In fact, after a minute, it feels great. 
You’ll see. Just find the hole and shove it in. You want to take me, don’t you?”
“Shit, yes,” Jerry breathed, surveying Bill’s beautiful body.
“Then do it,” said Bill.
He leaned over the cot, and offered his ass to Jerry. Jerry lifted his cock, and 
searched for the opening. He found it and placed his cockhead at the entrance.
Then, with a sudden lunge, he thrust his dick into Bill.
Bill shuddered. The sudden intrusion was a little painful, but, Bill reasoned, 
the kid’s never done it before. And the pain subsided in a moment.
Then Bill enjoyed the sensation of the virgin cock banging him for all it was 
worth.
Jerry could have come this way, but Bill wouldn’t let him. He pulled the cock 
out of his ass, and motioned for Jerry to lie down on the bed.
He did, his prong sticking straight up in the air, ramrod-stiff.
Bill climbed over him, and, facing Jerry, placed the cock at the opening of his 
asshole. Then he pushed down. The entire length of it went into him.
This excited Jerry to a wilder frenzy of passion. He banged away at Bill’s ass 
with a wild abandon that his girl back home had probably never known.
Again, he was about to come and Bill knew it. So he moved up. The cock left his 
ass and fell to Jerry’s stomach with a plop.
“Why did you do that? I was just about to come,” Jerry said, bewildered.
“I know,” said Bill. “But I have a few more lessons for you. Roll over.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Jerry apprehensively.
“You’ll see. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
He rolled Jerry over, and began to lick Jerry’s tight little ass. He licked the 
ass cheeks thoroughly, then he let his tongue penetrate the ass crack. At the 
same time, he was jerking Jerry off.
The athlete was highly excited. His breath came in short little gasps.
Then, having rimmed Jerry thoroughly, Bill took his cock in his hand, and 
massaged it against Jerry’s ass cheeks, searching for Jerry’s love hole.
Jerry felt the cock there, and was excited but alarmed.
“I don’t think I can take it,” he said in a trembling voice.
“I won’t hurt you,” Bill said reassuringly. “Just let me feel my cock against 
your ass. Does it feel good?”
“Well, yeah,” said Jerry. “So far it feels okay. But—“
Bill put his dick carefully inside the ass cheeks, inching toward the love hole.
“How about now?”
“Well—okay.”
He carefully massaged Jerry’s dick, to get him as excited as possible.
“You want my dick in you, don’t you, baby?” he said carefully.
“I—I think so—“ Jerry breathed.
“You want it in you. Don’t you?”
Jerry was very excited, and breathing heavily.
“Yeah,” he finally managed. “I—I want it in me.”
With that, Bill moved his cock to the love hole, and put his cockhead inside.
Jerry squirmed a little, but he wasn’t objecting.
“I’m going to take you, baby,” Bill whispered. “You’re going to get laid like 
you’ve never been laid before.”
He knew this excited Jerry. He could feel Jerry’s prick throbbing in his hand.
So he began to shove it into Jerry.
Jerry gave a brief moan of pain, so Bill quickly rested, still massaging Jerry’s 
prick, letting him get used to the sensation.
Then, when he could see Jerry was enjoying it, he inched himself further inside 
the athlete. He did it slowly, letting Jerry get used to every inch of his giant 
dong. He knew, from his own experience, that, exciting though it may be, a 
sudden lunge could only be painful to Jerry and turn him off.
“You want it, don’t you?” he kept saying. “Yes—” said Jerry.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I—I want it!”
And he would inch his dick a bit further.
Finally, he was all the way into Jerry, having made his way into the handsome 
athlete’s ass inch by inch. He rested there a moment, letting Jerry feel the 
fullness of the cock that was invading him.
“Are you ready to get fucked, baby?” he said hoarsely.
“I—I’m ready—“
He began to pump it into Jerry, slowly at first, then with faster and faster 
strokes. He could feel the excitement he was producing by the violent throbs of 
the cock in his hand.
This is the first time this ass has ever been fucked, he though, a virgin 
asshole—and his movements grew in momentum.
He felt Jerry’s muscles, felt his massive chest, and began to screw even faster.
“Tell me you want it, baby,” he said hoarsely.
“I—I want it,” Jerry breathed.
“Tell me you want it more than anything in the world.”
“I—I want it more than anything in the world.”
With that, he really began to bang it into Jerry, banging him with huge, ever 
increasing thrusts, and all, the while massaging Jerry’s dick expertly.
Finally, he felt the heat rise within him, and he thrust into the athlete’s body 
with all the power he had in him.
Then he came, a surprisingly huge load of come.
Jerry groaned with pleasure as he felt the handsome sailor dumping his load into 
his body.
Then Bill turned Jerry over, and took the athlete’s throbbing dick in his mouth.
He didn’t need to suck it more than an instant before Jerry came. And he came as 
only someone could who hadn’t had sex for a long, long time. Come filled Bill’s 
mouth, dribbled down his face, and he gulped it eagerly, taking every bit of the 
sex juices of this handsome stranger.
When they finished, Jerry pulled Bill to him, and kissed him with enormous 
ardor.
Then, just as ardently, he pushed Bill away. “What’s the matter?” Bill asked.
“I—I really like it best with girls,” Jerry said, with some difficulty.
Bill smiled. He could hear himself saying those words, not over a week ago.
“Sure,” he said easily. “So do I.”
He got up, put on his robe, and left the athlete’s room.
He went to his own room, dressed, and left the baths.
Not bad, he thought to himself. Three scores in one night. A famous model, two 
beauties and a virgin. Not bad at all.

Chapter Six

The next day, he was wandering aimlessly around the Village. He wasn’t looking 
for anything in particular, just enjoying the warm, sultry day, enjoying looking 
in the windows of the small shops, enjoying the sense of freedom he knew would 
soon end.
He didn’t return the stares of many strangers who turned to look at him. He felt 
completely satisfied by his activities of the night before, and didn’t need 
anything else right now.
Then he saw him.
He was standing on the corner of a small Village street when he saw an unlikely 
vision approaching him.
It was a guy straight out of the pages of a muscle magazine.
A guy with huge, rock-hard muscles, an enormous chest, and a tiny waist. His 
face was even-featured, almost pretty. His black hair was cropped fairly short, 
and was neatly, carefully combed.
But what Bill noticed most were his tits. He wore an extremely tight striped tee 
shirt, and, through it enormous pectorals strained, as if they could rip through 
the fabric at any moment. They were the largest tits Bill had ever seen, 
obviously built up through exercise, and they were all muscle.
Bill stared at the guy as he passed him, but the man, though aware of Bill took 
no particular notice. He was used to being stared at.
Bill, without even thinking about it, turned and followed him.
As he did, he couldn’t help staring at the tiny ass, firm and rounded, out of 
which the mountain of muscle above seemed to grow.
Bill followed the man down several streets until he disappeared into a doorway 
marked “Gym.”
“Beautiful, isn’t he?” said a voice behind Bill.
Bill turned around.
A man of about thirty-five, wearing a neatly pressed sports shirt, was standing 
beside him. “I watch for him every day. He always goes in there at the same 
time.”
Bill, surprised, and not particularly pleased, by the easy intimacy and loose 
manner of this man, stared at the stranger.
“His name is Artie,” the man continued. “But don’t get your hopes up. He never 
goes with anybody.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bill said brusquely and not too 
convincingly.
“Sure, honey, sure,” the man said. “Would you like to come up to my place?”
Bill turned and walked away.
He continued on his way around the Village, looking in shop windows, 
occasionally going inside a shop to examine merchandise he knew he wasn’t going 
to buy.
But he couldn’t get his mind off Artie. Those tits. Those fabulous tits. That 
ass. He had have it. Somehow.
He returned to the spot where he had left Artie—the door of the gym.
Perhaps if he waited there long enough, Artie would come out.
What then?
He didn’t know. He just knew he had to try.
He waited for about half an hour. Several men went in and out of the gym, but no 
Artie.
Finally, he decided he must go inside. He could work out, something he usually 
did onboard ship anyway, and it would be a natural way to strike up a 
conversation with Artie.
He went inside the building.
He walked up a broad flight of stairs to a doorway marked “Gym.”
He opened the door and went inside.
There was a man sitting at a desk near the doorway.
“Have you got a card?” the man asked. “No,” Bill answered. “Can’t I pay to use 
the gym?”
“That depends,” said the man. “Are you thinking about becoming a member?”
“Well, yeah,” Bill lied. “That’s right. But I thought I’d like to look the place 
over first.”
“Come this way,” said the man, leading Bill into an inner office.
There was another man behind a desk.
“This is our Mr. Archibald,” said the first. “And this is a prospective member.”
Bill and the man behind the desk shook hands, and the other man left.
Bill was motioned to a chair, and for half an hour or so, he had to listen to 
the man behind the desk telling him about the advantages of joining the gym, how 
his payments would be made, and so on.
Finally, the man allowed Bill to inspect the gym for a fee of three dollars. 
This was on the understanding that if he liked the place, he would fill out a 
membership application on his next visit.
Bill agreed to all this eagerly, hoping that Artie was still inside.
At last, when the man at the desk let him go, Bill went into the gym.
It consisted of several rooms.
First, there was a lounge, with a ping pong table and chairs.
Then there was a workout room, with barbells and all sorts of exercise 
equipment.
Beyond, there was a steam room and beyond that showers.
There were several young men in the workout room, and several older men in the 
steam room. But no Artie.
He decided that as long as he was here, he might as well take advantage of the 
place.
He had been given a locker key, so he went to his locker, stripped to the waist, 
took off his shoes, and went into the workout room.
There, he hoisted barbells for a while, working up from forty to sixty pounds.
He watched himself in the mirrors that lined the gym as he did this.
He was looking good, he thought. He noted the veins of his muscled arms that 
were throbbing from the exercise as they were expanding.
If I worked out often enough, he thought, I could have arms like Artie.
He paused for a moment, then did forty pushups without stopping.
He was soaking with sweat now. He looked at himself in the mirror. His body was 
gleaming with perspiration. It made the lines of his firm tits and stomach 
muscles stand out sharply, and it made him feel sexy.
Then, in the mirror, he noticed someone watching him.
The someone was a long-haired boy of about twenty. Bill had not seen him come 
in. He was slim, but he had a swimmer’s body, not heavily muscled but lithe and 
graceful. He looked at Bill with enormous interest.
But when Bill returned his stare, he turned away.
Bill shrugged and went back to the barbells.
After he had lifted the bells until his energy was spent, he went back to his 
locker to take off his trousers. There, he saw two young men standing very close 
to one another. He imagined he saw one man holding the other’s crotch.
But, as Bill approached, they sprang apart, and pretended to be busy at their 
lockers.
Bill smiled to himself, took off his trousers and shorts, and went to the 
shower.
He was testing the shower for its correct degree of hot water when the 
long-haired young man came in.
He looked at Bill, then walked to a shower stall facing Bill directly.
The two stepped into their showers.
They both soaped up, then started to shower, watching each other as they did.
Then, using the soap in his hand, the boy facing Bill started to play with 
himself.
His prick, not circumcized, soon became erect. A red, excited head rose through 
his foreskin, and stayed there, waiting.
Bill’s own dick jumped, and came to immediate attention.
They stood there for a moment, watching each other, massaging their pricks.
I’m going to play it straight, Bill thought. Let him come to me.
And he did.
When the boy was so excited he could stand it no longer, he walked over to Bill, 
reached out and grabbed Bill’s dick. He played with it for a moment, then, 
looking around to make sure no one was coming in, he went down on Bill.
Bill let himself be taken. He made no special effort to aid in the boy’s 
efforts; he simply let himself be seized and be conquered.
The danger of the situation was titillating. They could be caught at any moment, 
and this was both dangerous and exciting. Bill felt his dick start to throb.
He thought about Artie. About that tiny ass, that massive body, and especially, 
those rock-hard tits.
And he came.
He came in one large rushing gush.
The boy hardly had time to swallow the shower of salty juice before a middle 
aged man, who had been in the steam room, stepped into the shower room.
The boy sprang to his feet and quickly returned to his shower. He didn’t look at 
either Bill or the other man.
If the man had seen the boy kneeling before Bill, he gave no indication of it. 
He merely went to a shower and turned it on.
Bill finished, went to the locker room and put on his clothes.
As he left the gym, the receptionist at the outside desk stopped him.
Had he liked the gym?
Bill said yes.
Did he wish to become a member?
Bill said he thought so.
The receptionist handed him the necessary forms, and told him to have them 
filled out, along with a check for his membership, on his next visit.
Bill thanked him, left, and deposited the forms in the nearest trash can once on 
the street.
He then roamed around the Village seeing the sights.
And they were plentiful. Boys and men in pants so tight they seemed to be 
straining to be let free. Cocks outlined by wool and denim. Ass cracks showing 
through fabric, seeming to be asking to be taken.
Bill enjoyed the sights, but he was satisfied just now. He was happy to just 
look.
He wandered down to the pier at the end of Morton Street. There, he watched a 
liner leave the harbor.
Soon he would be onboard ship himself, he thought.
Could he stand it?
Would it ever be the same again?
He thought of the nights and days of deprivation, with all the beautiful young 
sailor cock and ass around him, and he wondered how he could endure it.
But he mustn’t think about such things. He still had three days to go, three 
precious days, and he had to make the most of them.
He left the pier and headed uptown.
He passed a shop that looked interesting. It simply said “Books” over the door, 
but there was a picture of a semi-nude boy in the window and several books with 
suggestive titles.
He went inside.
There, he found a dim room with a counter at the end. On the counter were stacks 
of magazines… magazines full of pictures of nude males.
Bill walked to the counter and started flipping through a magazine.
“Anything special?” asked the counterman.
“Just looking,” mumbled Bill.
“You a model yourself?”
Bill shook his head.
“You could be. You’ve got the build for it. I can set up an interview with a 
photographer if you like.”
“No, thanks,” Bill said hastily, though he was flattered.
Then his eye caught a picture in one of the magazines.
It was a picture of Artie!
Artie posing in the nude. He was flexing his gleaming mountain of muscle. His 
cock was flaccid, but it was every bit as splendid as Bill knew it would be. And 
his magnificent tits, oiled and gleaming, were breathtaking.
“Do you know this guy?” Bill said to the counterman, pointing to the picture.
“Artie?” returned the man. “Yeah. I know him. Why?”
“Do you… do you know where he hangs out?” Bill asked hesitantly.
“He came in here yesterday. That’s all I know.”
“Oh,” said Bill, disappointed.
“He comes in here every time he has his picture in a magazine. He digs looking 
at himself. You know how those muscle guys are.”
Bill paid for the magazine and left the store. Then he went back to his hotel 
room, looked at the picture and jerked off.
He knew Artie would have to be his next score. No one else would do.
But how to get to him?
Well, he knew two things. One, Artie worked out regularly, and always went to 
the gym at eleven. Secondly, he was vain.
Bill formed a plan of attack.
But, since it couldn’t be worked out until the next day, he indulged himself in 
less stimulating pleasures for the rest of this one.
He walked around New York, went to a Broadway musical, had a few beers in a 
straight bar, then went back to his hotel before midnight. He wanted to have 
plenty of sleep. He wanted to be fresh for the next day.
He woke early and dressed, taking special pains with his appearance. He slipped 
the muscle magazine inside his jersey and left the hotel. He headed for the 
Village.
He waited on the street across from the gym. It was now ten forty-five.
He just lounged there, waiting, thinking Artie might be early.
But he wasn’t.
At eleven o’clock, on the dot, Artie appeared.
Bill’s cock jumped in his pants when he saw him.
He was wearing shorts, showing off his thick, hairy, muscular legs, and a tight 
tank top which showed off the outline of his magnificent tits to perfection. 
Bill could even see the outline of his tiny, firm nipples showing through the 
fabric.
That’s worth waiting for, he thought.
But what if he’s straight?
Bill didn’t allow himself to have that thought. He would just have to wait and 
see.
Artie disappeared into the gym and Bill waited for him, for well over an hour.
He knew he couldn’t go back to the gym again without becoming a member. And he 
couldn’t afford that. Simply waiting was the simplest, if more tedious, way.
At last Artie reappeared.
He sauntered down the street casually, knowing he was the object of a dozen 
admiring glances.
Bill followed him.
Artie headed south, and walked down a maze of streets, with Bill following him. 
Then, apparently reaching home, he started up the steps of a brownstone.
Bill gulped.
“Excuse me,” he called out.
Artie turned.
Bill hurried up to him.
“I noticed you coming out of the South Street gym. You’re a member. Right?”
“That’s right,” Artie said, studying him. Artie’s voice was low and as masculine 
as his appearance.
“I was thinking of becoming a member. Is it a good gym?” Bill asked, trying to 
sound casual.
“The best,” answered Artie abruptly, then turned as if to start up the stairs 
again.
“Could you do me a favor?” Bill said quickly.
Artie turned back.
Bill pulled the muscle magazine from his jersey. He held it out to Artie. “I 
have this picture of you. Could you sign it for me?” he said, trying to sound as 
sincere as he could.
“Sign it?”
Artie didn’t seem sure of what to make of this situation.
“You see,” Bill went on, again trying to sound sincere. “You’re sort of my idol. 
I want to have a body exactly like yours someday. Maybe I never will, but I’m 
going to work out every day till I can get as close to perfection as possible.”
Artie was pleased.
“Perfection?” he said, smiling slightly.
“That’s what your body is to me,” Bill said, knowing he was scoring points. “I 
want to keep your picture as sort of an inspiration. So if you could just sign 
it. I mean… if it wouldn’t be too much trouble… “
“Got a pen?” Artie asked, enjoying the moment enormously.
“No… I’m afraid I haven’t,” Bill answered. “Don’t you?”
“No,” said Artie.
Bill knew he wouldn’t, in those tight pants. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring one,” 
Bill said sheepishly. “Maybe I’ll run into you again.”
Artie hesitated an instant.
“Come on up,” he said. “I’ll sign your picture for you.”
“Gee, thanks,” said Bill, trying to sound as naive as possible.
They walked up two flights of the brownstone, until they came to a door which 
Artie unlocked. He motioned Bill inside.
“Give me the magazine,” he said.
Bill gave it to him.
Artie went to a desk, found a pen and signed it.
As he did, Bill looked around the room. The walls were lined with framed 
pictures of muscle builders… most of them pictures of Artie.
This guy is really hung up on himself, Bill thought.
Artie, having finished signing the picture, handed the magazine back to Bill.
“Here you are,” he said.
“Thanks,” Bill said. “Thanks a lot.”
Then he hesitated. He would have to say something else. But what?
“Can you tell me something?” he continued. “What’s that?”
“Can you tell me how you developed those pecs?”
Artie’s hands involuntarily went to his tits. He was obviously very proud of 
them.
“I practice the curl.”
“The curl,” Bill said, again trying to sound very naive. “What’s that? Can you 
show me how you do it? I mean, if it’s not too much trouble?”
Artie nodded, pulled off his tank top, walked to the corner of the room, and 
picked up a small bar bell that was resting there. He proceeded to show Bill his 
exercises.
“Can I try?” Bill asked.
Artie said of course, and Bill proceeded to mimic the exercises. But while he 
was doing this, his eyes never left Artie’s magnificent body.
Finally, after he had demonstrated all the exercises he practiced, Artie put 
down the barbell.
Bill panicked. It was time to either take action or clear out.
He fumbled at his clothes, taking his time.
“Just thinking about having a body like yours is giving me a hard-on,” he said. 
This was no time to be subtle.
Artie turned to him, studying the handsome blond sailor carefully.
“Yeah?” he said, noncommittally.
“Yeah,” said Bill. “I’ve got a roaring hard-on right now.”
“Is that so?” said Artie, not making a move toward him.
This is time for the attack, Bill thought. “I’m so hot right now I could do 
anything,” he said. He paused. “Do you want a blow-job?” he asked, in a rather 
strange voice.
“No,” said Artie abruptly. “That’s not my scene.”
Bill’s heart sank.
Artie was straight, after all. He’d better get the hell out of here.
“Sorry,” Bill said, turning away.
Artie started to walk toward him.
Oh, oh, Bill thought. Here it comes. He’s going to beat the shit out of me.
But when Artie reached him, he only extended his chest.
“Suck my tits,” he said gruffly.
“What?”
“Suck my tits. Suck ‘em hard. Cram all the tit you can into your mouth.”
He didn’t have to say another word.
Bill took one tit, then another, into his mouth, sucking at them, biting them, 
savoring the taste of the rock-like flesh.
As soon as he began doing this, Artie went wild. He began to pant, then moan, 
and Bill could feel his prick swell to full size in his pants.
“Bite those tits! Bite ‘em!” he commanded, and Bill did as he was instructed. He 
could almost come tasting this mouthful of beautiful, muscular flesh.
When Artie got so hot, he could stand it no longer, he took Bill by the arm and 
led him in the direction of the bedroom.
Bill was startled by the bedroom.
An enormous bed dominated the room. But around it, and above it on the ceiling, 
were mirrors. Minors in which every angle of activity on the bed could be 
studied.
“Take off your clothes and get in bed,” Artie ordered.
Bill did as he was instructed.
Artie then went to a bureau, and, from where Bill was lying on the bed, he could 
see Artie take out a small bottle of oil. He poured some of the oil into his 
hand, and proceeded to carefully massage his body. He watched himself in the 
mirror as he did this, studying himself, seeming to enjoy looking at the 
beautiful stud-like figure facing him in the glass. He took an extra long time 
massaging his entire body, concentrating on his flat belly and his throbbing 
prick. It was throbbing so violently now that Bill was afraid he might come.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he walked to Bill and poured some oil over his body. Then he proceeded 
to rub it in, rubbing the whole length of Bill’s body, with special emphasis on 
Bill’s cock and asshole, until Bill was as glistening as he.
Bill looked around as he was doing this.
The two of them seemed to be everywhere. On the ceiling, on both walls. It was a 
sexy sensation to watch himself being massaged by this gorgeous stud.
After he had finished with his massage, Artie returned to the bureau and put the 
oil away. He also got out a small tin box. Bill wondered what that was.
He walked back to the bed, and put the box down beside Bill. Then he got onto 
the bed, clambering over Bill’s erect prick, and remaining there, in a sitting 
position.
He reached into the tin box and pulled out two yellow capsules.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said hoarsely. “Fuck me for all you’re worth.”
Then he took one of the capsules and popped it under Bill’s nose.
Bill was wonderfully dizzy. He had never felt this way before. All the blood in 
his body seemed to rush to his head, and all the nerves in his body seemed to be 
centered in one area, his cock.
Artie took the second capsule, and popped it under his nose. It had the same 
effect as it had on Bill.
He eased himself down on Bill’s waiting shlong, with his hand guiding the giant 
erection to the mouth of his ass crack.
“Grab my tits!” he ordered. “Grab them hard!”
Bill grabbed the beautiful mounds of flesh, grabbed them savagely as if he would 
never let go.
Artie moaned, and eased himself down on Bill’s greased prick. He eased himself 
down the entire length of the shaft.
As he did, he watched himself in the mirror nearest to the bed, watched himself 
being slowly filled with Bill’s entire fullness.
When Bill was inside him as far as he could go, he paused for a moment, enjoying 
the sensation.
Bill looked up at him, then up at the mirror on the ceiling. From his point of 
view, he could see all of Artie at once: Artie’s tits, his tight little ass with 
Bill’s dick filling it, his handsome face, all of him, and all at the same time. 
That beautiful, gleaming body looked just as it did in the picture that turned 
him on so, and now he was in total possession of it.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Artie shouted.
Simultaneously, he began to ride Bill’s eager dick as if it were the wildest 
bronco imaginable, bouncing up and down on it, allowing Bill to thrust savagely 
into him.
While he was doing this, he watched himself in the mirror, watched himself being 
seized and taken.
Bill, dizzy from the capsule, his entire life force seeming to be centered on 
his cock and the marvelously tight little ass that encased it, turned to the 
mirrors too.
There seemed to be fucking everywhere, from all sides of him, and for the first 
time, he saw himself in action. He saw the beautiful, almost angelic face 
contorted with passion, he saw his slender, well-proportioned body as it was 
banging away at its prize. The sight excited him to even greater heights of 
sexual pleasure.
At last he came, in one huge, hot spurt.
And, simultaneously, feeling Bill’s load shooting into him, Artie shot too. A 
huge load of come sprang from his dick and showered all over Bill’s face.
Bill licked at it eagerly with his tongue, trying to get all of it he could into 
his mouth. Artie leaned over, easing off Bill’s cock, which, in spite of 
everything, was still erect, and licked Bill’s face, taking all he could of his 
own come in his mouth.
Then he and Bill kissed for a long moment, each tasting the salty taste of 
Artie’s come in their mouths.
Then Artie got off the bed.
“The bathroom’s in there if you want to wash up,” he said, pointing to a door.
Bill thanked him and went into the bathroom.
When he came out, Artie was still covered with the gleaming oil, but he was 
wearing a posing strap. He stood in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles, 
studying himself.
“Well… guess I’d better go,” said Bill, half hoping Artie would ask him to stay 
for another session.
“I’d ask you to stay, but I have a posing session in an hour,” Artie returned, 
his eyes never leaving the vision before him in the mirror.
Bill said he understood, put on his uniform, and left.
When Bill last saw Artie, he was still staring at himself in the mirror.

Chapter Seven

Bill returned to his hotel.
He tore the picture of Artie from the muscle magazine and fastened it to the 
mirror over his bureau.
A nice souvenir, he thought. Too bad I can’t take it back to the ship with me. 
But if any of the guys got a load of that… Well, he could keep it for a few more 
days.
A few more days. That was all he had left. Then there would be those months at 
sea. The thought depressed him enormously. He began to wish he’d never joined 
the Navy.
It seemed like a million years ago.
The fight with his family. The sudden decision to just get out. And he’d always 
like the sea. The Navy had always seemed romantic to him, so he’d just rushed 
out and joined up.
And now he was stuck with it. Stuck for two and a half more long years.
Well, he told himself, what’s done is done. Cheer up and make the most of this 
leave.
In spite of the sensational session with Artie, he still wasn’t entirely 
satisfied. He was good for one more screw, maybe two or even three. He headed 
downtown.
He went straight to a bar where he and Gary had gone. He might run into Gary and 
Tom, but that didn’t matter now. That entire episode seemed light years away 
now.
The bar was known to be the place where the youngest and humpiest numbers in the 
Village congregated. It was always packed, even during the day.
Today was no exception.
As Bill entered, receiving his usual stares, he saw at least half a dozen faces 
he would like to kiss, half a dozen bodies he would like to enter.
But he decided to take his time about it. He could afford to be choosy.
He wandered to the bar and ordered a beer. Then he lounged against the bar, 
sipping it, waiting.
After four minutes by the bar clock, a rather high voice behind him said, “Been 
in the Navy long?”
The usual question.
Bill turned.
Next to him was a short, cute, stocky little boy. He didn’t look old enough to 
be in the bar. His turned up nose and bright button eyes made him look like a 
candidate for president of a Boy Scout troop.
But his clothing belied his face. He wore an extra tight striped body shirt, and 
chinos were plastered onto his body so tightly Bill could almost see up into the 
ass crack.
This will do, Bill thought, after taking one look. This will do very nicely.
He struck up a conversation with the boy.
He found out that the boy’s name was Bobby, he had just turned eighteen, and he 
lived with his parents in Forest Hills.
He wanted to be an actor, but so far, he hadn’t had much luck.
As he talked, Bill studied the nice, tight little ass. That was what turned him 
on.
Once, he let his hand brush lightly against it. Bobby squirmed with pleasure.
The little boy likes getting fucked, Bill thought. Good. I’m going to give him 
the fucking of his life.
“Would you like to come back to my hotel?” Bill asked at length.
Bobby put his beer down immediately.
“I thought you’d never ask me,” he said, smiling.
They left the bar.
The moment they were in Bill’s hotel room, they were locked in a passionate 
embrace, their tongues searching out each other’s mouths, their bodies grinding 
against each other.
The next moment, their clothes were off, and they were playing with each other’s 
swollen dicks. For a boy so small, Bobby’s cock was surprisingly large.
The next moment, they were on the bed, sucking each other off. As he sucked away 
at Bobby, Bill reached around and stroked Bobby’s ass cheeks. Then he put an 
exploratory finger up Bobby’s asshole. It was warm and waiting. Bobby shivered 
with delight.
Bill turned Bobby over, and then, without asking permission, jammed his cock 
into him.
Bobby groaned, but took it easily, right up to the hilt.
Bill banged away eagerly at his little prize, wishing, for a moment, that he 
could have mirrors around the bed, so he could watch himself fucking, as he did 
at Artie’s.
Then he had an idea.
He disengaged himself from Bobby, and scrambled out of bed.
“What’s wrong?” asked Bobby, startled.
“Come here,” Bill answered.
Puzzled, Bobby got out of bed and went to him.
Bill took him in his arms and lifted him into the air.
Bill had remembered the black giant at the baths, how he had lifted his partner 
in the air and fucked him that way. He had decided it might be fun to try.
Bobby reached behind himself, and, grabbing Bill’s dick, he guided it easily to 
his ass crack.
Then Bill slammed it into him, and began to fuck him, with huge, violent thumps.
Bobby moaned and groaned with pleasure.
Beyond them, Bill could see their images in the mirror over the bureau, and this 
excited him, too.
He banged his giant schlong even deeper into Bobby.
They were both moaning and groaning loudly as Bill started to come.
Then there was a knock at the door!
Bill froze.
There was another knock, sounding urgent and insistent.
Bill eased his prick out of Bobby and let him down. He went to the door.
Motherfucker, he thought. We were making too much noise. Someone heard us and 
reported us to the manager. How am I going to get out of this?
“Who is it?” he asked through the door, trying to make his voice sound as normal 
as possible.
“Skip. Skip Henderson,” was the answer. Shit, Bill thought. What the fuck is he 
doing here?
Skip was a buddy of his from the ship. Next to Tony, he was Bill’s best friend 
on the ship. Bill suddenly remembered that they’d promised to look each other 
up. He’d forgotten all about it.
“Just a second,” he said, and he and Bobby hastily stepped into their clothes.
Then he went to the door and opened it. Skip was standing there.
“Hey, buddy,” he said brightly. “What were you doing? Jerking off?”
“I was on the can,” Bill lied.
“Come in.” Skip walked into the room.
He was a short, bright, happy little fellow whose infectious good humor had won 
the friendship and admiration of everyone on the ship. He had also been the 
first to enlist, having enlisted on his seventeenth birthday, so he was the 
youngest crew member on board. He was something like the ship’s mascot.
On another occasion, Bill would have been delighted to see him.
This, however, wasn’t the occasion.
“I brought us a bottle of—“ Skip began, noticing Bobby for the first time.
Bobby smiled at him sheepishly.
“Oh,” said Skip, slightly puzzled. “I didn’t realize you had company.”
“Skip, this is Bobby, uh, Bob. Bob, this is Skip.” Bill tried to make the 
introductions sound as casual as possible.
The two shook hands.
Bill wished Bobby’s clothes weren’t so damned tight. What was sexy in the bar 
was downright embarrassing in front of Skip.
“You in the Navy?” Skip asked Bobby pleasantly.
“No,” said Bobby, hesitantly. “I’m trying to be an actor.”
“Oh?” said Skip, a little surprised. “Well, good luck.”
Bobby thanked him, and Skip announced he had brought a bottle of scotch. He 
suggested that they all sit down and have a drink.
Bill had no choice but to agree.
The three of them sat there, passing around the bottle, making small talk. The 
atmosphere, as far as Bill and Bobby were concerned, was highly uncomfortable, 
but Skip didn’t seem to notice it. He chattered away brightly.
Bobby waited for more than an hour, making small conversation, hoping that Skip 
would go. But at last he had to get up.
“Well, I guess I’d better go,” he said regretfully to Bill. “My folks will be 
wondering where I am.”
Bill was relieved.
His cock still ached to finish what they had started, but, under the 
circumstances, it was best for Bobby to be out of there before he made a slip 
that might cause Skip to guess at their relationship.
“Sorry you have to go,” he said carefully, “but I’m glad you stopped by.”
“I hope I see you again,” said Bobby, looking at Bill longingly. Then he turned 
to Skip. “Nice to have met you.”
They shook hands, and Bobby left.
“Who was that guy?” Skip asked, as soon as Bobby was gone. “Where did you meet 
him?”
Bill had expected this question and had already prepared an answer.
“Oh, his mother knows my mother,” he lied. “She told him to look me up.”
“He must be some kind of swinger,” said Skip. “That was some outfit he had on.”
“Well, that’s the style these days,” Bill said, again trying to sound casual. 
“Especially in New York.”
Skip seemed to accept that, and they chatted for a moment about their leaves. 
Bill had to make up stories about all the girls he had plowed. Skip had stories 
of his own. Bill didn’t know if he was making them up or not, but if not, Skip 
must be a real cocksman.
At one point, Skip turned and noticed Artie’s picture that was still stuck in 
the mirror.
“What’s that?” he asked, puzzled.
Bill had been uncomfortable about the picture, and he’d been hoping that Skip 
wouldn’t notice it.
“Oh, that’s a friend of mine,” he said. “A guy I knew in school. He’s making his 
living posing for those muscle magazines.”
“Those things faggots buy?” Skip asked.
Bill made an almighty effort to sound casual.
“I wouldn’t know about that. I just know I ran into the guy, and he gave me this 
picture. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings so I took it. You know how it is.”
“Yeah,” said Skip, seeming to accept this. “You never want to hurt anybody’s 
feelings. That’s the kind of guy you are.”
“But I don’t have to look at that picture,” Bill said, getting up, taking the 
picture from the mirror and putting it in the top bureau drawer.
“Let’s have another drink,” he said, hoping the entire matter would be forgotten 
now.
“Buddy?” Skip said, pouring them drinks. “I have a big favor to ask of you.”
“What’s that?”
“Could I bunk in with you tonight?” He asked the question with some hesitation.
Bill couldn’t answer for a moment. He was totally unprepared for the question.
Skip saw his hesitation, so he went on.
“Look, I know it’s an imposition,” he said, “but I’m too low on bread to afford 
a hotel room and it would only be for one night.”
“Well,” said Bill, rather weakly, “you can see the bed isn’t too big. You 
wouldn’t be very comfortable.”
“It looks comfortable to me,” Skip returned. “And I wouldn’t crowd you. I don’t 
take up too much room.”
Bill felt trapped. On the one hand, he didn’t want to deny a buddy a favor. On 
the other, Skip certain would cramp his style tonight, and his cock was still 
aching from the almost completed session with Bobby.
And, he had to admit to himself, it would be difficult to spend the night next 
to Skip.
He realized he had always had a yen for Skip. He hadn’t admitted it to himself 
before, but it was true.
Skip’s boyish open face, his trim little body, and his tight little ass, even 
sexier than Bobby’s, had always turned him on. It would be difficult to lie next 
to that all night and not do anything about it. Still, it was possible.
And he had no real reason for turning Skip down.
“Well,” he said finally. “If you can stand it, I guess I can, too.”
Bill and Skip decided to spend the rest of the evening together. Bill had had 
other plans, of course, but he decided one evening off from his quest for sex 
wouldn’t kill him.
They went out to a movie, and returned to the hotel about ten o’clock.
They proceeded to kill the bottle of scotch. By midnight, Bill was very high, 
and Skip, less used to alcohol, was very drunk.
“Well,” he said, weaving his way to the bed, “think I’ll turn in.”
He pulled off his clothes and flopped down on the bed. Bill couldn’t help 
admiring his trim little body.
Skip fell asleep immediately.
Bill waited for awhile, making certain Skip was really passed out. He didn’t 
want to take his clothes off in front of Skip. He didn’t want Skip to know he 
had a raging hard-on.
But at least he was satisfied that Skip was dead to the world, so he took off 
his uniform and crawled into bed, wearing only his jockey shorts.
The bed was small, and he and Skip were very, very close. He tried to get to 
sleep, to get his mind off sex, but Skip’s presence was disturbing, and his 
hard-on persisted, keeping him awake.
About two in the morning, Skip groaned in his sleep and rolled over, practically 
on top of Bill.
Bill felt something against his leg. Skip had a hard-on, too!
He was moaning quietly in his sleep.
Probably dreaming about fucking his girl, Bill thought. But Bill’s rod shot up 
and made a small mountain under the covers.
Bill lay there for a moment, so hot he was close to coming, feeling Skip’s big 
pecker against his leg, hoping against hope that it would subside before he lost 
all control.
Then, as Skip’s cock continued to throb against his leg, Bill could stand it no 
longer.
He reached over and took it in his hand. He massaged it gently.
Skip moaned and writhed, but he didn’t awaken. He was still deep in whatever he 
was dreaming.
Bill longed to have that big sailor schlong in his mouth.
He was taking a big chance, he knew, but maybe he could blow Skip without his 
ever knowing it. Skip had been pretty bombed, and he was very fast asleep.
He leaned down, and took the fat, throbbing cock in his mouth. He then proceeded 
to give Skip an expert blow-job.
Skip was very hot, and, Bill knew, very close to coming when he awakened.
“What’s going on?” he asked groggily.
Bill sprang away from him and fell back in his place, pretending to be asleep.
Skip rolled over and turned on the light. “You were—“ he said to Bill, not 
managing to finish the sentence.
Bill knew he had no choice but to tell the truth.
“That’s right,” he said, with some hesitation. “I was blowing you.”
“But—“ said Skip, puzzled.
“Look,” said Bill flatly, “I dig making it with guys. You might not understand 
that, but I do. I found that out on this leave.”
“You?” said Skip, shaking his head. “It doesn’t seem possible. You’re one of 
those?”
“I still dig making it with girls, too,” Bill said flatly. “But I’ve found out 
guys can be just as good, sometimes better.”
“That guy who was in here, was he—“
“That’s right,” said Bill. “He was a trick. I was fucking him before you walked 
in.”
“And that guy in the picture—“
“Another one. I made it with him this afternoon.”
Skip whistled and shook his head.
“Motherfucker,” he said. “It just doesn’t seem possible.”
“I don’t want this to get back to the guys on the ship,” Bill said nervously. 
“They’d make my life miserable. And if it got to the brass, they’d kick me out 
of the Navy.”
“I won’t tell anybody,” Skip said. “We’re still buddies. I won’t tell a soul.”
And Bill knew he wouldn’t. Skip was very loyal.
“But I can’t get over it,” Skip continued. “You. You and those guys—“
“You ought to try it yourself sometime,” said Bill lightly.
He noticed that Skip’s hard-on hadn’t subsided. From the large mound under the 
sheet, he knew it was standing at attention, stiff and hard as a ramrod.
“Me?” said Skip, with some difficulty.
“Don’t you think about it sometimes?” Bill breathed, moving closer to him.
“Well, you think about a lot of things,” Skip said with some difficulty. But he 
didn’t move away.
“Sometimes a guy gets a yen to put a cock in his mouth and do—well, do something 
like this.”
He reached over and brushed the bedclothes to one side, revealing Skip’s giant 
erect prick. He took it in his hand, leaned over, and started to give Skip an 
expert blow-job.
Skip didn’t resist. He was far too hot for that. In fact, if he stopped to think 
about it, and he couldn’t think of anything right now, he was having the best 
sex of his young life.
When Bill felt he was about to come, he pulled himself up and kissed Skip 
savagely. And Skip, hot beyond belief responded totally. They rolled around on 
the bed for moments, Bill’s tongue locked in Skip’s mouth.
Then he rolled Skip over, and fucked him expertly. Skip made some small sign of 
objection, but he was really too hot right now to care what Bill did. Especially 
since everything Bill was doing was pleasurable.
While he was fucking Skip, Bill was also jerking him off. Skip’s cock, 
lubricated by his mouth, slid easily up and down in his hand.
As he was banging away, Bill thought of the cute little sailor’s ass he had 
admired so often onboard ship. That ass, wiggling up and down the decks, waiting 
to be taken. And now he was inside it.
With a gigantic thrust, he came into Skip, a hot double load containing the jizz 
he had reserved for Bobby.
As he came, so did Skip. A huge wad of come, stored up for many months, sprang 
from his cock and drenched the bedclothes.
Then they both fell back, panting, and remained that way for a moment. Neither 
one of them said anything.
Then Skip got up quietly and went into the bathroom, without saying a word.
He was in the bathroom for a long time. Finally, when he came out, Bill could 
see that he had been crying.
He went to the edge of the bed and sat down, his head bowed, staring at this 
hands. “What’s wrong?” Bill asked gently. “Nothing,” said Skip, not wanting to 
look at him.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
Skip didn’t answer.
“Look,” Bill said weakly. “I’m sorry if I forced myself myself on you, but I was 
so fucking hot, and I knew you were too—“
“I liked it,” said Skip, with some difficulty. “That’s the trouble, I liked it.”
“So?” said Bill.
“I don’t want to like it,” Skip responded, again with extreme difficulty. “I 
don’t want to be that way.”
Bill put his arm around him.
“Look,” he said quietly, “I didn’t either at first. But there are some guys who 
get their kicks from having sex with other guys. There’s nothing wrong with it. 
It’s just a fact of life.”
“But I’m not that way,” Skip said heatedly. “It was the booze. It wouldn’t have 
happened if I hadn’t had all the booze. It’ll never happen again.”
Bill could hear himself saying those same words less than a week ago, and he 
knew there was no point in arguing with Skip. He would have to find out the 
truth for himself, in his own time.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he said, and rolled over and turned off the light.
After a moment, they were both asleep. When Bill awoke, Skip was gone, but there 
was a note on the table beside the bed.
It said: Thanks for the shack. Let’s forget about what happened last night. It 
never happened. Okay? We’re still buddies and I don’t know a fucking thing about 
your personal life. Your buddy, Skip.
As Bill read the note, he shook his head.
Poor Skip, he thought. Guilt can be a terrible thing to live with.

Chapter Eight

Guilt can be catching, and so it was with Bill.
He couldn’t get Skip out of his mind. He knew the boy was suffering with 
terrible remorse, that it would take many more experiences before Skip could 
accept what they had done. If he could ever accept it.
He wondered what it would be like when they encountered one another on the ship.
Skip had said nothing was changed, that they were still buddies.
But hadn’t something changed?
Wouldn’t he always be a constant reminder to the boy of a night he spent when he 
released his pent-up sexual feelings; which he had been trying for months and 
probably even years to hide?
And what about himself?
Had he totally accepted himself as gay?
He wasn’t sure.
The week had been a wild sexual spree, and he had given himself to pleasure with 
total abandon. But this wasn’t a lifestyle yet. Or, if it was, Bill hadn’t yet 
accepted it as much.
He still believed he would get married and settle down someday. This was just 
sowing a few wild oats.
Or so Bill told himself.
Depressed, he took a long walk around the busy city. This time, though, he 
wasn’t looking for anything.
The sight of the strikingly handsome blond sailor caused many heads to turn, but 
Bill didn’t notice them.
He was too lost in his thoughts.
He wandered around New York, going nowhere in particular, for the rest of the 
day.
It was nightfall when he returned to his hotel.
As he crossed the lobby, the desk clerk called out to him. He had had a 
telephone message. He glanced at the message.
It was from Carol!
It said to call her immediately.
Bill went to a pay phone and dialed.
The phone at the other end rang several times, then Carol said, “Hello.”
“Hi,” said Bill, trying to be jaunty. “Enjoy your trip?”
“Where have you been?” said Carol. She sounded very angry. “I had to phone half 
the hotels in New York to find you.”
“I’ve been around,” Bill answered, trying to sound sincere. “Just sort of seeing 
the sights. I didn’t know when you’d be getting back.”
“Debbie said she told you,” the angry voice retorted.
“Well, she didn’t,” Bill answered. “And how come you’re mad at me. I’m the one 
who should be mad at you. You were the one who went out of town when you knew I 
had this shore leave coming up.”
“Well, there was a death in the family, and my parents wired me to come home 
right away, and, oh, I’ll explain it to you. When am I going to see you?”
“I—I don’t know,” Bill said hesitantly.
“Can you come over right now?” she said anxiously.
Bill hesitated.
“Sure, I guess so,” he said, without much enthusiasm.
“I’ll be expecting you in a few minutes,” Carol said and hung up.
Bill wasn’t exactly keen on seeing Carol this evening. He was full of too many 
of his own thoughts. There were too many things he wanted to sort out in his own 
mind.
But he had promised, so he would have to go.
Besides, he thought, he wanted to see Carol. After so many months apart, she was 
probably panting for his body. As he was for hers. Or so he told himself.
He hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of Carol’s apartment building.
During the cab ride, Bill’s mind was full of many conflicting thoughts.
He had been eagerly anticipating this night for months, this night when he would 
be reunited with Carol. But now that it was here, he didn’t feel especially 
happy. In fact, the prospect of seeing Carol again filled him with a small sense 
of dread, though he didn’t like admitting that to himself.
It’ll be all right when I see her, he told himself. Ten minutes after I walk in 
the door, I’ll have lured her into the sack, and everything will be all right.
The cab stopped in front of Carol’s apartment building. Bill paid the driver and 
got out.
He stood in front of the building, hesitating a moment, then went inside.
When he reached Carol’s door, he hesitated an instant before he knocked.
Carol opened the door.
She had obviously taken great care to look her most attractive. Her pretty face 
was carefully made up, with just the right amount of lipstick and eye shadow, 
and her curly brown hair was done up in a becoming ponytail.
She wore a very low cut blouse, revealing an expanse of her firm, round tits. 
And she wore no bra, so her nipples showed through the fabric of the blouse.
Bill knew instantly that she had dressed to turn him on.
“Come in,” she said seductively.
Bill went inside the apartment, and in an instant, Carol was in his arms. She 
was all over him, smothering him with kisses, letting her little tongue dart in 
and out of his mouth, letting Bill run his hands over her tits.
When she apparently decided she’d gotten Bill hot enough, she pushed him away.
“You bastard,” she said hotly.
“What?” Bill answered, totally taken off-guard.
“I know what happened between you and Debbie.” Her eyes were blazing.
“What do you know?” Bill said blandly.
“I know you made it with her. That’s what I know,” she said furiously.
“How do you know that?” Bill asked. He should look guilty, he told himself, but 
he was actually pleased that Carol knew about Debbie.
“She told me. We got into an argument, and she threw it up to me. Just like 
that. She said she’d been screwed by my boyfriend in my apartment. She isn’t 
living here anymore. I threw the bitch out, and I hope I never see her again.”
“I suppose there’s no use telling you she was lying?” Bill said lightly.
“No use at all. I wouldn’t believe a word of it. There was only one part of her 
story I didn’t believe. She said you were a lousy lay.”
“I didn’t want to lay her,” Bill said. “I just did it to spite you. I was pissed 
off about your leaving town on my leave. It screwed up all my plans.”
Carol looked up at him sweetly.
“I started to tell you on the phone. I had to leave town and go home. My aunt 
died, and my mother needed me to help her with the funeral. You understand, 
don’t you?”
“I guess so,” Bill answered. “Just don’t leave town without letting me know 
again.”
She put her arms around him.
“I don’t care how many people die,” she breathed, “I’m never going to leave you 
in the clutches of another woman again. From now on, you’re my exclusive 
property. Got that?”
Bill felt a slight sinking feeling.
What would she think, he wondered, if she knew where my cock has been all week 
long?
Well, she would never know. He would make sure of that.
“Are you still pissed off at me?” he asked, lightly, already knowing the answer.
“How can I stay mad at you?” she breathed. “You look much too sexy in your 
uniform. Besides, that bitch Debbie has always had her eye on you. If she comes 
near you again, I’ll scratch her eyes out.”
Bill smiled and kissed her. He tried to put his heart in it, but somehow his 
cock wasn’t responding the way it usually did. It didn’t give its usual leap.
They moved to the sofa, with Bill’s arm around Carol.
“Got something to drink?” Bill asked.
Carol was surprised. He usually wanted to get right down to business.
“Sure, I guess so,” she said. “Is bourbon all right?”
“Fine,” he answered.
Carol got up and went into the kitchen to fix the drinks.
While she was gone, Bill tried to think thoughts that would arouse him. He 
thought of Carol’s tits, those delicate little ovals of flesh he had loved to 
squeeze and suck. He thought of the soft down of pussy hair at the base of her 
gently-rounded stomach. He thought of her love hole with his huge prick resting 
in it. He remembered what trouble they had at first getting his entire prick 
inside her, and what a screw they had had when he finally managed.
But somehow none of these thoughts succeeded in arousing him.
Hell, he thought to himself, it’s just that I’ve been having too much ass 
lately. I need to give my pecker time to cool off.
Carol returned with the drinks.
“Tell me what you’ve been doing without me,” she said. “Screwing half the girls 
in New York, I’ll bet.”
The irony of this made Bill smile to himself, but he kept a perfectly straight 
face.
“A few,” he said.
“Well, I don’t want to know about them,” said Carol hotly. “From now on, when 
you feel like making it with somebody, come to me. Understood?”
“Understood,” Bill answered.
This was his cue to take her in his arms and kiss her, and he did.
In a moment, they were rolling around on the couch, with Bill’s tongue locked in 
Carol’s mouth, with his hands roaming all over her body.
They had played this scene many times before. There was only difference now. 
Bill was going through this more because he was expected to and not because he 
was being driven by a nagging, insistent erection.
After ten minutes of foreplay, Carol was panting. She took Bill’s hand and led 
him off in the direction of the bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Bill was sitting on the edge of Carol’s bed. Carol was 
lying on the bed. They were both naked.
“What’s the matter?” Carol asked in a very concerned tone.
Bill had trouble answering.
“I don’t know,” was all he could finally manage to say.
“Was it me?” Carol continued. “Did I do something wrong?”
Bill shook his head and buried his face in his hands.
“No,” Bill said. “It didn’t have anything to do with you. I—I’m just not in the 
mood, I guess.”
“You’ve always been in the mood before.” Her brow was furrowed in a small, 
concerned frown.
“Well, tonight I’m not.”
“What’s so special about tonight?”
He got up and reached for his shorts. He put them on. “I—I have a lot of things 
on my mind,” he said, after a long pause.
“Such as?”
Bill exploded.
“Carol, will you get off my back? I couldn’t get it up for once, that’s all. It 
isn’t a major crime!”
“Take it easy,” Carol said quietly. “Don’t shout at me.”
“Sorry,” he answered. “I’m a little tense tonight. I don’t know why.”
“If I didn’t know you better,” Carol said lightly, “I’d think you were turning 
queer.”
The word struck Bill like a whip.
He turned and glared at Carol.
“What made you say a thing like that?” he exploded.
Carol was amazed by the intensity of his anger.
“It was intended as a joke,” she said with bewilderment in her voice.
The answer didn’t satisfy Bill.
“Some joke,” he growled.
He started collecting his clothes and putting them on.
“What are you doing?” Carol asked, amazed. “Dressing,” he snapped.
“What for? You’re going to stay the night, aren’t you?” There was hurt and 
bewilderment in her voice as she said this.
“I can’t, Carol,” he said reluctantly. “I want to be alone tonight. I’ve got 
things to think about.”
“Are you upset because of—because of what happened?” she said cautiously.
“Aren’t you?” was the answer.
“But that’s silly,” Carol said, trying to keep her voice light. “I was 
disappointed, sure, but that doesn’t mean that later we can’t. Maybe we just 
need some sleep. Everything will be different in the morning. Please stay.”
“Sorry, Carol,” he said reluctantly. “I can’t. I’ve got to be alone tonight.”
As he dressed, Carol pleaded with him to stay, but Bill was furious. He was 
afraid that if he stayed, he might come right out and tell her about the events 
of the week.
Dressed now, he walked to the bed, leaned over, and kissed Carol gently on the 
forehead.
“So long,” he said quietly. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
“But—“
Carol never finished her sentence, for Bill turned and walked out of the room.
As he was crossing the living room, he heard her call out to him.
“Don’t forget to phone me,” she said, in a tiny, wavering voice.
Bill didn’t answer her. He just opened the door quickly and left the building.
Outside, he walked the streets for hours.
He knew he would never call Carol in the morning. He knew, moreover, that he 
would never see her again.
He felt like a shit. He knew Carol loved him, and he had thought he loved her. 
Now, he knew he didn’t. It was sad, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Carol was the first girl he had ever fucked, and he had, until this week, 
remained faithful to her. But the excitement of their screwing was gone. He had 
found new, more exciting worlds, and he could never abandon them for long to 
move in the tight little world Carol wanted to establish for them.
What had gone out of it for him?
Was it simply Carol? Had he just tired of her? Would everything be all right 
with another girl?
He knew the answer to that question, though he didn’t want to face it.
No, it wouldn’t be all right. He knew, in his heart, that Carol was as alluring 
and sexy as any girl he could possibly meet. He just didn’t want to go to bed 
with girls any longer.
He was gay. He didn’t want to face that, but he knew he had to come to terms 
with it.
The thought of spending a lifetime sucking cocks and fucking assholes didn’t 
exactly depress him, but the practical side of it did.
He would have to spend the next two and a half years of his life guarding his 
secret. If the guys on the ship found out, well, he didn’t even want to think 
about that.
And there was Tony.
He would have to spend the next two and a half years of his life in close 
proximity to the sexiest stud he had ever seen.
And he was more than sexy. He was Bill’s best friend, his helper, his confidant, 
his, well, loved one.
Bill realized now that he had been in love with Tony for months. He just hadn’t 
wanted to admit it to himself. But the truth had to come out sometime, and the 
sometime was now.
Every trick he had had in the past week had some characteristic of Bill in him. 
Eric had had his dark Italian face. Gary had had his beautiful ass. The cowboy 
had had his easy air of assurance and gorgeous cock. Artie had had his body. 
Even Bobby had had his easy laugh and friendly manner.
He had liked them all, he had wanted them all, but he was in love with the total 
package. He was in love with Tony.
But how could he bunk with Tony and manage to hide his feelings? How could he 
see Tony climb naked into his bunk every night and not go mad with desire? How 
could he indefinitely conceal the thousands of hard-ons that he knew would be 
inevitable?
The answer was obvious to him: he couldn’t. But what could he do about it?
He reached the answer to this question after more than half an hour of mental 
debate. He would have to tell Tony the truth.
Painful and frightening as it was, it was the only way. It was better than 
having Tony find out some other way. At least this way, he stood a small chance 
of making Tony understand.
He went to a pay phone to call the Y where Tony said he was staying. A voice 
answered and Bill asked for Tony’s room.
“Hello?” a sleepy voice came on.
“Tony? It’s Bill. Listen carefully. I have to get this out quickly. I’ve wanted 
you for the longest time now. I can’t conceal my feelings any longer. There, I 
said it.”
After a moment of silence, Tony said, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
“I’ll be right over,” Bill said as he dropped the receiver in its cradle. His 
future looked bright.


THE END

