Cub Boy Training

Cub Boy Training #10 - Trooper Jerry - Hustler Duke and me with Tricks, Dick and Mike

Between noon and 4:30pm Thursday afternoon Trooper Jerry Gallagher and I made love four times - two with me hanging off the closet peg, him rubbing his sweating body up and down my backside. Then one, me laying over the back of the sofa with my ass in the air and he rutting me, bringing himself to a climax making wild animal sounds. The final poke was sitting on his lap facing him in his computer chair so he could suck on my nipples as I played ride the pony. He let me lick and suck on his lips, face, neck and ears as I slowly massaged his stallion lodged up my wazoo. I made it last, having total control over this mating. We became as one - lips, tongues probing and searching for the ultimate passage to satisfy our passions. He was equally as horny today as I. His nips and bites over my neck and shoulders were serious business. He liked to mark his territory like all male animals. I finally asked him if he could refrain from marking me so severely, especially on the neck where they showed so prominently. His answer was, "You're a little bitch in heat and I just go crazy in your arms baby! Sorry, I'll put them all down lower from now on, right on your' hot little ass. How's that!" He laughed and gave me another round of playing grab ass. The guy was phenomenal, like a big brother after sex. How could I not love him?

"It is 4:30pm Joey, you best get home for dinner with Grandma Schmidt." I shuffled on home still horny, my butt plug reminding me of that fact. After dinner and a clean out, hot bath, I started reliving the events of the day. I lay on the bed nude, my mind floated back to the anal, and electric shock the Major gave me and became so horny. I must have gone into that alpha state they talked about in the dungeon today, because I was feeling the same pleasures I felt earlier that morning. I think I fell asleep and it was all a dream, but knew I had to have a dick in me again tonight when I awoke. I was lusting, literally lusting for an anal probing. I looked across the street and Trooper Jerry's windows were all in darkness. I rang the number Amos had given me and there was no answer. I even rang Daily City to the number Blake had given me. An answering machine answered, so I hung up, wondering where I could go to get what I needed. I even called Master Jake's house and there was no answer. Here I was, lusting for a man, any man to turn animal, probe and dominate me. What had those electrical stimuli done to me to make me so horny yet after having sexual release as many times as I did already today? All I knew, I had to have more or I would be up all night pacing the floor. The fog had not rolled in tonight as it had been doing for weeks now. I had learned by searching the Internet that both the Castro District and Polk Street were popular places with the gay crowd. Since Poke Street was much closer than the Castro was, I decided to catch the bus on Lombard, go the 20 or so blocks over to Polk, and see what mischief I could get into. I jumped off the bus at Van Ness and Broadway and walked down the one block to Polk. Polk Street was busy with guys, some walking hand in hand, others just doing as I. Sidewalk cafes were bustling with activity, as were the sidewalks - hot guys, old, young, some teenagers like me. When I reached California Street, I noticed a bunch of what had to be hustlers, stepping up to cars, talking with the drivers, then either getting into the car or stepping back up on the curb and waving them on. I watched for awhile and saw some very nice cars with some hot drivers making the circle repeatedly looking at the meat rack of young boys displaying their young bodies to the clientele.

I turned on just watching the activity, their antics to bring attention to themselves. I decided to go closer, join them to see if any would talk to me. One of the hustlers, actually the best looking one in the group walked up to me and said. "Hey! New kid on the block, huh - my names Dude - what's yours'?" I answered, "Joey." He was dressed in a pair of frayed, worn, faded denim wranglers. His knees exposed where the material had split from wear. They fit him like a glove, especially over his groin. His dick lay down his left thigh, clearly outlined in the faded denim. He had on a tight white tee shirt that displayed two nice nipples and his nice lean body to a tee. He reminded me of John Trivolta when he played in 'Grease.' He put his arm around my waist and led me to one side. Get rid of the wool cap and coat boy and you will have better luck at this business; they like to get a good look at your face and body, especially the body. You're new at this ain't you kid?" I answered, "Yea, my first trip down here!" He looked me over, top to bottom, pushed my cap into my coat pocket, tied the coat around my neck by the sleeves, stepped back and looked me over for another moment. He pulled my Baggies down until they were barely hanging off my cock which really made me tent. I was so excited just looking at this handsome creature. He groped me to feel my size, pulled my tight jersey loose in a couple of places and said, "That should do it boy - very sexy indeed! Get yourself some boots when you can boy!" I asked, "How much money do you earn and what do you say to these guys that pull up and wave you over?" He answered, "Hey, depends on what kind of car they drive, whether I like their looks, and how broke I am! When I am flush, I'm expensive; when I'm hungry, I'm cheap. If they want me all night, I have gotten as much as $300 bucks. By the looks of you boy, pretty blond doll, as you are, you should be able to get big bucks. Just be careful, always ask them if they are cops and make them quote you a price for exactly what services they want. I have been doing this for a couple of years, make good money too. We hustlers stake our territory, and unless you play your cards right, you will have trouble working on this corner. Tell you what though! I'll take you under my wing tonight on a 70/30 basis, teach you the ropes if you want Joey boy. I have a lot of guys that come by looking for me - return customers that will pay good money to get into your pants. Stick with me and I'll make you some money. We got a deal?" I responded, "Hell, why not, 70/30 sounds a bit steep, how about 60/40?" Sure buddy, you are definitely hot and these John's will pay good money for you!"

"Now stick close to me, let me do the talking, just look young, pretty, don't smile, and don't say a word, just learn from the master. See that black Jaguar pulling down California. Return business - big bucks, nice pad, booze, drugs, into leather, no hassles, pay big bucks - two middle-aged guys that own a gay bar downtown south of Market and live in upper floors above the bar. They come by often late at night like this, one looking for dick, the other one looking for some pussy. You a top, a bottom or versatile Joey." I answered "Mostly Bottom I guess!" He smiled, "I should have guessed that, as pretty as you are Joey. I would fuck you in a second myself, free! As for me, never had a dick up my ass and never will either - macho man!" Hope you have a pocket full of lube and rubbers. I hope you like big dicks Joey, this one has a horse dick on him." I answered, "I do Duke, the bigger the better!" He said, "Good, he will open you up! He is pulling over Joey, just follow me and stay cool, emotionless, no smiles!" He patted me on my ass and stepped to the curb as the Jaguar stopped at the curb and the tinted window rolled down on the passenger's side. Duke said, "Howdy Dick! Mike still working the bar yet huh! Out looking for some boy pussy, look no further. Joey here is a rare find, handles big dick up the ass, but he is very expensive!" I could not hear the response, but the door opened and Duke told me to get in the front seat, as he got in forcing me to the middle. Dick's hand went immediately to my inner thigh and moved up until it was fondling my basket to see if the tent in my britches was real. "What a looker Duke, where you find this blond beauty," as he looked down into my baby blues? "My lucky night, you for Mike, this little toe-head cutie for me!"

Dick was a big burly bear man, obviously a biker - full salt and pepper beard and a long ponytail, looked like a mountain man. He was not really what I would describe as handsome, but he had a big smile that showed his pearly whites. His eyes and big full lips were his best features, eyes the lightest gray I have ever seen. They drew me right to him and held my attention. "What's you name beautiful?" I answered, "Joey!" He continued, "Well Joey, how about you fish me out and give me a squeeze or two while I drive us home and negotiate a price for you two to stay all night darling with your manager Duke here! Hope you are as smooth all over as your age indicates! You look to be one hot fuck boy!" By then I had his zipper down in his leather pants and was pulling his dick out. I said, "My god Dick, your mother named you right; you have a monster on you, a real fatty too!" I turned to Duke and said, "Be sure and charge him by the square inch!" It started to expand and harden as I fondled him. The thing must have been at least 13 or 14inches long, uncircumcised, and as big around as a beer can. I could not believe the feel of it, soft as silk! He looked at my expression and said, "So, you like the big stuff Joey?" I answered, "Yes, but I'm not sure about fighting with this monster - looks to be a killer whale!" He just chucked at my remark, then said. "Well Joey, I'll get it into you boy - you can bet on it!" He pulled into the alley alongside the bar in the Mission District downtown and parked. Like all huge dicks, his too was pliable, soft to the touch. I folded it, pushed it back into his britches, and zipped up his leather pants. I stroked it under the leather a couple of times and was amazed that it reached a third of the way to his knee. There were about 10 Harley-Davidson bikes parked in the lot and five trucks, so I assumed it was a leather bar.

"You old enough to go to the bar boy?" I answered, "Eighteen Sir!" He continued, "What the hell, it is Thursday night, slow night, no cops around." He led Duke and I through the front door and there were about 15 guys in the bar, mostly drinking beer, playing pool, all dressed in tee shirts, denim or leather. All heads pointed to us as we entered, eyes looking over both Duke and me. A tall slender guy about the same age as Dick, about 45, was behind the bar. He was very good looking, and wore a black leather vest and faded wranglers. He had a shaved head and a full, thick blond mustache, piercing green eyes. Dick ushered us over to him and said, "This is Mike, my better half Joey! Mike, give us each a beer." Mike answered, "The kid 21, he looks to be about 16?" Duke responded right back, "Give the kid a beer Mike, he will need it when your old man sticks that dick of his in him." Mike smiled, brought the three of us a draft!" He undressed me with his eyes and said, "What a fucking beauty - where did you find this one Duke and does he know how to spread those legs of his wide enough for Big Daddy Dick's dick?" Mike had quick answers, "Why sure he does Mike, trained him myself with this 10incher you like so well! He ain't cheap though, cost you some big bucks, like $400 for the night. You know my price. Talk it over with Dick and bring us both another beer and a couple of those Ecstasy pills you have hidden away for special occasions like this so I can plug you good tonight."

He came back with the drafts and the pills, tried to negotiate a price of $300, but Mike held out for the full $400 saying, "Hell Mike, write it off as a necessary business expense you old moneybags. Lot cheaper than the fancy new Jaguar sedan, that new dually crew-cab Dodge pickup or those two Harley-Davidson bikes. Mike stopped him, "OK Duke, Mike really wants the kid, $400 for him, your usual $250, OK!" Mike went to the register, pulled out $650 and handed it to Duke. Duke counted out $160, stuffed it in my Baggies and shoved the rest in his pocket. He looked at me and said, "Not too bad for one nights work huh kid! Stick with me and I'll make you a rich bitch!" I gave him a look to kill and said, "Sure, $490 for you and $160 for me, swell deal for you maybe!" He answered, "Well, what would you have earned without me tonight baby - nada most likely! RIGHT! I know the ropes and can get you the good customers Joey; so do not get greedy until you can pull in the cash all by yourself kid. Now take this damn pill, drink your beer and shut the fuck up and go sit with your trick like a good boy!" He shoved the pill in my mouth, put the other in his mouth, handed me the draft and said, "Down the hatch Joey - make a real slut out of you tonight! One more thing Joey, these guys don't like to use rubbers, they sleep around a lot, so make sure you get a rubber on his dick before he screws you boy! I know you must still live at home boy! What time you have to be home in the morning?" I answered, "Before 5am 5:30am at the latest Duke!" He said, "Give me you ID Joey!" He looked at it and said, "Eighteen alright, Joey Schmidt, Blue eyes, blond hair, 3747 Scott Street - that's in the Marina District isn't it Joey? I nodded my head yes, he handed it back to me and said, "OK, now get your ass over and sit next to Dick and do whatever he wants or I will take it out on your hide later!"

I sat next to Dick and he removed my coat from my neck and handed it to Mike to hang up on a peg on the wall. He ran his hands over my neck, shoulders and down my back and addressed Mike. "Ain't he a jewel, just look at that blond hair and blue eyes on him. Just as you were about 25 years ago when I first met you! What a beauty, reminds me of you Mikie!" Dick led me around introducing me to all the guys in the bar. Each of them took the opportunity to probe and rub their hands over me, especially my hair and buns. A few of them actually rubbed their merchandise up and down over the cheeks of my ass. All biker hunks, smelling of man beast and leather. After one more draft, I began to warm all over. The warmth spread through my body quickly making me fidget. My dick got hard and my ass pulsated quickly! I stood in front of Dick and backed up until his dick rubbed on my ass and stood there with his warmth radiating against me. I found myself lusting for what I felt growing against my buns. He let out a chuckle and said, "Is my baby getting a bit horny or is it just my imagination?" I just moaned and put my hands behind me to feel that huge salami, rubbing my finger tips up and down over the shaft I felt laying down his thigh under leather. I could not control myself. I turned to him and asked. "Will you please make love to me Sir? I'm so horny for your big dick!" He answered, "Control yourself boy, we are open until 2am and it is only a little after midnight Joey!" He popped my on the ass and lifted me on to a stool.

"I'm going to the bathroom Sir; I have to pee like a race horse!" He said, "Down the hall over there!" There were still quite a few guys playing pool and sitting around at tables talking when I headed down the hall, my Baggies tenting from my piss-hard-on! I had held the beers too long already. As I stood at the long metal trough trying to get the pee to start flowing, a biker guy stepped up beside me, fished out his dick, stroked it a couple of times before he started to piss. He was watching me standing, trying to get my hard- on down far enough to piss. He said, "Got a little problem son - too hard to piss huh? Listen to my piss hit the metal and it may help!" Sure enough, as I listened to him take a long slow piss, I was able to get mine shooting. I let out a sigh of relief as my stream splashed into the trough and mixed with his. When his piss stopped and he milked it, I was looking right down at his dick. He just stood there stroking his dick watching me. When I gave my last final sprays and milked the last drops off the foreskin, he was still standing there slowly stroking his cock. His dick was now hard, at least 8 inches of prime circumcised beef displayed to me. He turned to me and said. "Touch it boy, you know you want to!" I did more than that! I was on my knees sucking on him in a quick flash. He blew in about ten good revolutions, depositing a hot load of jizz into my mouth. He shoved his dick back into his britches, zipped up and was gone. I was left kneeling, licking my chops wanting more, lots more. I put mine away, zipped up, washed my face and hands with cold water thinking it would calm my nerves, possibly get the need to be screwed to calm down inside my ass. I made my way back, stopped and watched the guys playing pool for awhile, then returned to my stool. Dick was now behind the bar tending to customers and Mike was starting to clean up the bar!

Dick came over, stood behind the bar where I was sitting when he finished serving a couple of guys just as Duke plopped in the stool next to me. Dick pored a straight shot, downed it. He filled two more shot glasses. He dropped one each into two fresh drafts he had sitting on the bar and pushed them before Duke and me. Duke looked to be as horny as I was, pants bulging with manly desires. Duke said, "Maybe you two should have waited awhile before you took those Ecstasy pills boys. This may help you two male whores keep your cool for another hour or so. I put my hand on Dukes dick, gave the ten inches a squeeze, smiled at him and said, "Hello Big Guy - Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" He smiled, moaned and put his head on my shoulder, as I continued to play with his dick through the denim material, the wet spot grew where the head lay on his left thigh. He was excited and I knew I wanted him. I whispered in his ear, "Meet me in the back storeroom Duke and I can give you a quickie!" He would have followed me through the gates of hell by then. Sure enough, there was a large storeroom in the back. A minute later he came in walking stiff legged. He wasted but two seconds, pulling his dick out and feeding it through my lips. It was not big around, so it slipped right down my throat without a hitch. He humped my face for less than ten long strokes and dumped a load into me. He staggered back, still erect and said, "Do it again Joey!" I did! He did again and we straightened up and returned to our barstools. I noticed he was still semi-erect and oozing cum like crazy. His crotch was a dark shade of blue where his dick head continued to ooze. That straight shot in my draft definitely calmed me a little, but my ass was still throbbing, just not as much. I put my nose to Duke and inhaled his scent, straightened up and said, "Duke, you smell good - nice and male like! Give me some sugar!" He pushed me away and said, "I don't kiss bitch - only pussy boys kiss! Don't try that again or I'll mess up that pretty face of yours! Now straighten up!" I looked at my watch and it was only 12:45am, thinking, "What in the hell are we going to do until 2:00am." Mike sat in a stool next to Duke and they talked as Duke fondled and massaged Mike's thighs and back. I found this quite boring to watch, actually more frustrating than boring.

I hopped down off the barstool, went back and stood near the guys playing pool. Every once and awhile I felt a hand graze my ass. When I would look around at the guy, he would smile and pucker his lips at me, then go on playing pool. The guy I had blown in the bathroom returned from the bar with a draft and handed it to me, smiled and whispered. "Go in the bathroom if you want to suck another dick boy." I looked at him, smiled and thanked him for the beer. When I finished that draft, I took the mug back to the bar then headed for the bathroom. I was standing at the sink watching the door in the mirror when another guy walked in, ushered me into a cubicle and sat me on the toilet. He stood over me, crotch at my eye level, opened his leathers, pulled his cock and balls out and ordered, "Suck it boy!" He never said another word al the time I was sucking him off, but he did moan and groan as I brought him to a climax. He backed away, and another guy took his place, cock already out and ready to go. I serviced the two before I saw Duke standing at the entrance to the cubicle. He pulled me to my feet, glared at me, then punched me hard in the stomach. I folded and dropped to my knees. He lifted me back up on my feet and back handed me across the face a couple of times and yelled, "What the fuck you doing in here, giving away our services boy! A quickie blowjob is $20. If they want you to suck on their balls, it is $30. Rim jobs are $50. Never swallow cum; spit it out somewhere or you could get the HIV virus! Don't ever let me catch you giving anything we do away again, and always get the money up front." He pushed my ass back down on the toilet lid. "You understand?" I answered, "Yes Duke! Sorry!" He continued, "Now get your ass out of here unless you can get those bikers to pay you up front before you come back here with them."

I returned to the table where the first guy I blew, the one that bought me the beer sat. I looked right in his eyes and said softly. "Any more of your buddies want a blowjob it will cost them $20 up front. They pay my old man Duke, the guy sitting at the bar with Mike. You guys got my ass in trouble and I will pay for my mistake later! Tell them not to pay Duke where Mike or Dick can see what is going on or they might kick us out of here." He smiled up at me and said, "I don't think either one of them would give a shit boy, it goes on here all the time. I'll see if I can get you some more business boy. Want another beer kid?" I answered, "Sure, why not!" He rose to his feet, brought me another draft, turned and made the rounds talking to all the guys. It was not long and they were stepping up to Duke and forking out their $20. Duke would motion me to go to the bathroom. I earned us another $120 before 2:00am. Duke handed me $60, 50% of my earnings. I smiled and said, "Thanks Duke!" He said, "You did well boy, you earned it! From now on, you will be on a 50/50 basis. You are a real earner Joey!"

At 2:00am the place cleared of customers. Mike and Dick closed the place down, emptied the garbage, pulled the tape on the register, counted the cash and put it all in the office safe. We were ushered upstairs to their apartment. It was a large loft, with half walls dividing off a modern stainless steel kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and playroom. The guys lived well! The place tastefully decorated in mostly leather and chrome furniture, a few very large natural wood cabinets housing TV, stereo, surround sound equipment, video and DVD, all with carved doors so they could be closed to hide the equipment. Dick led us right to the playroom. We were all told to take off all our clothing. When he was nude, he amazed me. He covered with hair, a real Bear - even his back flowed with long black hair. There were tattoos all over him, even his thighs and calves, some big, other small. His appearance really turned me on - firm tight belly, abs to die for, all mounted on a big Bear frame. This guy exercised! The room was full of mostly exercise equipment, but had a huge king size bed in one corner with a black leather cover over it and cuff restraints with chains mounted on each of the four corners. Dick wasted no time in pushing me on to the bed and pouncing on me, playfully rutting me playfully. He was all over me, rubbing his nude body over my torso and limbs. His huge salami was oozing pre-cum and his hairy body was spreading his scent all over me. He obviously was not into bathing when I found a pit. That pit was too much, until I got a good taste. Then I went wild slurping. His full beard was like a big paintbrush spreading goodwill all over my inner thighs as his tongue and lips went right to work chewing and suck on my rosebud. Like Ludwig, he was a master ass eater. His tongue was a delight as it took total control of my lusting sphincter muscle. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention to my bottom as I savored the smell and taste that lingered on my lips and face from his pit juices.

When I opened my eyes, Duke had Mike on the bed next to us and was feeding his dick into him doggy- style. I handed Dick the KY and huge rubber I had pulled from my Baggies when I undressed and said, "Please grease me, put on the rubber and fuck me. Use the rubber Dick - safe sex please!" He hesitated, took them from me, greased his middle finger and put it into me right up to the palm. He worked over my prostrate gland for awhile, greased up two fingers and did it again. After he had three fingers working comfortably in me, he pulled a large can from under the bed, dipped his hand into it and spread the contents over his entire hand, wrist and up his arm to the elbow. He worked his entire hand almost into me, spinning it and spreading his fingers to loosen me. He had me moaning and begging him to fuck me by then, as his fingertips were poking my hard walnut. He did this for a long time as I loosened more, little by little. Finally, he gave a push and his entire hand popped into my ass. My sphincter clamped around his wrist and he worked it around and around. The fire shot through me, but the pleasure it gave far exceed the fireworks on my rosebud. He settled down behind me and slowly worked his hand in further and further, just a bit at a time until I felt his elbow pressure against my buns. He then started slowly working his entire arm in and out, his hand working back and forth over my hard walnut. I oozed pre-cum each time his hand ran over that spot. I was so full; I just succumbed to his pleasure and let him own my insides.

I opened my eyes and looked to the side. Duke and Mike were still playing doggie baby! Duke was intent on making a bitch with litter out of Mike, obviously dropping load after load of doggie spunk into his bitch in heat. Mike was rutting his ass back trying to get more and more of what he wanted to consume. Duke was sweating profusely. His now familiar scent filled my nostrils as it dripped over Mike's back. Dick was still pleasuring himself working his arm and hand inside me. He whispered to me, "You like this baby?" I answered, "Oh fuck yes, it is wonderful, but there is nothing like a big salami pounding my ass! Just fuck me silly Dick and put your sweaty scent all over me. Damn, how I love big dick like yours inside me, going ballistic, exploding, balls slapping against my ass. Please get your hand out of me and give me some of that big salami. Dick me big guy!" He slowly pulled from me, cleaned his arm and hands with a towel. He crawled back up on the bed and looked down at me.

"You must give me head first Joey. I like to have the torpedo armed before I put him in the tube and fire him off." He crawled up, straddled me and said, "Open wide! Down the hatch boy! Time to swallow taste the salami." He was not kind with that monster either. He forced it down my throat quickly. It spread my voice box to the maximum before it curved and slid down my throat. This was not an enjoyable experience for me, though I was high as a kite on that Ecstasy pill, drunk and lusting for him. He reached for a shelf above the headboard and took the lid off a bottle. The familiar smell of amyl nitrate filled my lungs when he let me gasp for air. After a hit of that stuff, I didn't care what he did to my throat with his big salami. He worked it in and out of my throat, balls bouncing off my chin, giving us both hit after hit of amyl. He would reach over and give Mike and Duke hits too. Finally he pulled from me, scooted down and lifted my legs up on his shoulders. He slipped the rubber on and guided the armed torpedo right down until the two big tail fins slapped against my tube. His ball fins were like two big slabs of beef liver as they slapped my ass. It was heavenly as the warmth of them paddled my ass cheeks. More amyl put me into rhythm and I undulated and cooed for him. I tried to meet each thrust, but Dick was soon pounding away at such a wild, furious pace, it made it impossible. It was all I could do just to hold my hands against the headwall to keep my head from banging as he thrust. My mind was reeling at the wonderful sensations that rushed through my body. I had my own cock in a stranglehold trying to keep from ejaculating until he did. Dick continued his monumental assault on my asshole.

It seemed an eternity passed with Dick continuing to plow my ass with his massive torpedo. He leaned back on his knees, pulling my ass back with him. Then, amazingly, he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled me back even further against his hot, heaving body. Lifted off the bed, my legs slipped from his shoulders and were caught in the recessed of his arms. He held me tightly to his chest, his huge torpedo fully impaling my chute. I leaned forward against him, reached my arms up and grabbed the back of his neck. My head nestled against his neck sniffing his aroma. I felt his sweat dripping from his body running down between our bodies. With several loud grunts, I felt that familiar twitching and jerking feelings associated with climax. Dick fired his torpedo and I felt the warmth gather within me, the wonderful jerking of him as his weapon took flight. I let my own fountain cover our stomachs with warm jizz. With the final spasm of his massive cock, Dick released his hold on my thighs and we both collapsed in a heap onto the bed. When his breathing returned to a more normal pace Dick sighed, "Joey Boy, you are one fantastic fuck boy!"

I looked to the side and Duke was still plowing Mike's ass, very close to another massive eruption. I looked at my watch and realized we best get going very soon if I was to be home by 5:00am. Just about then, Duke exploded into Mike again and rolled over on his side exhausted, dripping with sweat. I just put my nose to him and inhaled, licking him gently on the neck as both Duke and Mike got to their feet, kissed and left the room together. Duke rolled over on his back and let me lick and suck on his, even raised his arms giving me access to his armpits. He was such a beautiful young man, I just cuddled up next to him until he said, "Let's get our shit together and get out of here. I'll have Mike call us a taxi, you get our clothing."

While we were riding back to Polk Street to let him off before it took me on home, he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, handed me a business card. I looked at it. All it had on the cars was 'Duke's Stud Service and a telephone number.' He took it from me, turned it over, scribbled a Polk Street address on the back and handed it back to me. He looked at me and said, "Call or come by anytime Joey, I'll teach you the ropes and screw your hot ass too for free! We could make some big bucks together." He jumped out and the taxi took me home. I walked through the door at 5:40am, about 20minutes before grandma usually rises. I was tired and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but knew I had to do breakfast or she would know something was wrong. I did turn on the computer and leave a message for Master Jake that I was sick and would not be able to come by for training today. I called his number and left the same message on his machine. I took breakfast with grandma, told her I would not be having lunch at home, cleaned up the dishes and kitchen, went up and cleaned out and soaked in the bathtub until the water turned cold. I crawled into bed, did not awaken until well after 3:00pm. I dressed, made a sandwich, did some laundry and awaited dinner at 5:00pm. As I was waiting, I did a lot of thinking about Duke and my escapades during the night. Damn he was hot. I guessed him to be about two years my senior, already very street wise. I knew I would be with him again soon!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for all the encouragement guys. It makes my day! Suggestions and comments are welcome! Email: bertcarley@goldrush.com -----------------------------------------------------------------------------