New York 1912 Chapter 6
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Aside from all manner of homosexual behavior, I have one additional warning. There is occasional mention of drug use characteristic of the time period. I promise that it is only incidental here and there and not constant. It was not included to proselytize but only for the sake of authenticity.
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Daniel Drake:
The young waiter from the Little Cup Cafe was light on his feet. He was like a dancer going on stage. Daniel instantly approved of my small flat and after surveying my room he moved towards the window to have a look at the street, 3 stories below. I opened the window wide letting in the cool night air. We both leaned on the sill and looked out into the night. Unlike Peter, Daniel was a bit girlish but I didn't mind.
There was a silent pause until I said, "That's what I love about New York, it never sleeps. Even in the late evening people are hurrying here and there.
I looked at the boy at my side, "Is London like this?"
I was right, Daniel's bottom was shapely. Acting as though it was inadvertent I let my hand brush it's contours enough to feel that it was full and firm. He had the same friendly smile but did not let on or acknowledge any transgression.
"Not in the part of London I lived in. In my part of London, if you'd go out at this hour your could easily be robbed for a 6 penny bit or murdered with a knife or worse."
I poured the boy a glass of brandy. "Well that's true here too. One has to know how to carry them self in the city at night.
Mistaking it for wine he drunk it down. "You know, more than 2 glasses of wine and I completely lose control so be prepared."
Giving me a wry smile he said, "I usually have no money so I have nothing to offer but myself."
He giggled, "Take me and do anything you want to me."
He what such a harmless boy. The more I laughed the sillier he became.
With that, he offered up his glass for a refill. It brought back memories of my Latin tutor, Mr. Robbie.
Without warning, there was suddenly a dark distant look of deliberation in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me onto the divan where we lay in a passionate and writhing embrace. Pulling me closer we kissed and I felt his tongue probing passed my lips into my mouth. I've kissed before but with someone like Peter or maybe Claude it would be unheard of.
Daniel was breathless. "I want you to give me a baby, please."
His bottom was arched towards me and he was stroking the soft fabric of his pants.
I stopped and looked at this silly boy who had just gotten off the boat... "Daniel, have you forgotten that we are both men?"
I corrected myself, "I mean that we are both males?"
Daniel started up with a silly giggle and then looked pleadingly at me said, "We can try can't we?"
He slid his pants down off his bottom and rudely spread himself so that his hairless hole was plainly visible. He stuck a finger in and out of it as if I needed to know how it worked.
We both began to undress. Daniel quickly took my cock into his mouth and lavished it with bubbly spittle. He very was skilled in getting me erect but it was all to one purpose and one purpose only. Without further foreplay and holding onto my stiff cock, he turned himself around and pulled me closer, aiming my cock at his hole. I have to admit that his good-natured whorishness engaged in this vulgar and rude display suited both our natures.
The boy was naked and was on his hands and knees with me behind. It was an easy and trouble free entry and the full thrust of my in and out caused him to swoon with pleasure. In the beginning it was exquisite and I plunged myself in as deep and rapidly as possible. Then it was wonderful like soft engine designed only for pleasure. Then after more than 15 full minutes, it just became run of the mill anal penetration and it was going on and on and with Daniel showing no signs of satisfaction or resolution. More than a half an hour of continuous in and out and I began to tire. It began to go from intense pleasure to being work. I had injected generous quantities of jizum up his rectum once already and to go again took even more hard work. Exhausted, I fell on my back out of breath but Daniel was not to be deterred. He climbed up on me and rode me like a horse until my cock was numbed to all sensation.
In an effort to distract this single minded whore, I disengaged. "Daniel, can I get you something to eat? How about a kruller or some baklava?"
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It was after midnight when Peter was at my door. Still in uniform, he strode in quickly, then paused and gave Daniel a contemptuous look.
"Edmund, where'd you find this tramp."
Daniel, always wanting to be accepted now look crestfallen.
Peter went on. "I've been running since 6 this morning, from one side of town to the other because of that damn boat sinking. The SOS signal was picked up from the Marconi wireless coming in from Newfoundland."
He still seemed out of breath as a result of the chaos. "Marconi is our competition but they couldn't handle the volume so they contracted us to handle local deliveries. Cables are comin in from all over the world. One good thing though, I've made a fortune in tips. I have only 4 hours off to get some sleep then I have to get back."
Wearing all his clothes, the smelly boy crawled onto my divan and curled up between the wall and me and went instantly to sleep.
Daniel was up on one elbow. "Do you think that maybe he'll give me a baby?" Then laughed at his own silly comment.
I had been worried that Peter would show up but all is well since a dog and cat fight has been averted. Relieved, I sought refuge in my opium pipe.
Daniel was still wide awake. "Hey, let me have some of that!"
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In the wee hours I opened my eyes to see a naked Daniel on his knees sucking on Peter's cock. Peter was businesslike and getting ready to go back to work. He treated the boy in front of him as if he was a common facility... When I opened my eyes again they were both gone and it was getting time for me to tidy up in anticipation for little Billy's visit.
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