Rocco's Diary By Justin Balancier Jbalancier9@yahoo.com
A hook-up for casual sex is often fabulous. It can also be trashy, humiliating, disappointing and even dangerous. Gay men realize this, but it never stops the looking. Then there is "gay for pay," which is another, part of the game.
The following Diary Entries are listed by the month. The year is unknown:
The names, places and events are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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1st Entry – April - Rocco encounters Carlo: - New Jersey
Carlo Sertucci was a brick layer; He worked, building condominiums on the Jersey shore. Rocco Bonafetta worked as a carpenter apprentice. He joined the union at age twenty. Both men were Italian and very good looking.
The Jersey Shore was Rocco's first job in construction. The pay was good, but the work had much to be desired, as far as Rocco was concerned. You see, Rocco liked earning an easy buck. In the evening and weekends, he was a male prostitute, with a portfolio of comfortable clients.
He got paid very well to perform. Men and women would contact him, to buy an hour or more of his time. The ladies were okay, however he preferred sex with men.
He would charge rich older women more for his services. They were the most willing to dole out cash, and never bargained over price. They also insisted on keeping their trashy affairs private. The married businessmen were pretty much the same. This was a key understanding in Rocco's business, because remaining clandestine was the agreement.
That's correct. Rocco was a twenty year old male whore who happened to be openly gay. That doesn't mean he couldn't fuck women, or do construction work. It just means he was openly gay. And a whore.
He was born in the Bronx, and grew up in Hoboken, NJ. He was young, sexy, good looking, husky with no feminine traits, and had a big cock. He also had an impressive looking butt, which he used, to please his male trade.
Rocco was a fast learner and understood how to hustle, for the pleasure and the profit it provided him. He kept his rent boy double life, away from his co-workers. That is, until now.
Carlo, his co-worker, on the other hand, was as straight as an arrow. He was older, married and in his 30ties. He was mature, husky as a football player, with jet black hair, beautiful dark skin and penetrating eyes. His parents came to the United States from Italy. I think he said Milan. Carlo was born in Jersey City. Carlo wasn't Rocco's best friend but he was okay to work with. They never hung out, or did things together, unless it was work related.
Carlo was married for twelve years to a Cuban girl. She became sloppy and heavy, after having two children, both girls. Their ages were, nine and eleven. They attended Catholic school in Hoboken.
Carlo's wife's name was Sofia. They met in Daytona Beach, right after High School. They settled in Jersey because it was home to Carlo.
Sofia was attractive, but seldom friendly, with no charisma or charm. Everyone imagined, she was no doubt a wild fuck, because she had little else that was obvious. She was however, the perfect bitch...complain, protest and argue. Who knows, maybe it was her personality all along. Nothing was ever right and she treated Carlo like crap. The guys on the job told Carlo that an Italian stallion is too thick headed for a Cuban bitch. Strangely enough, he agreed.
Sofia had given up on sex, which left her husband's crotch poverty stricken. It seemed, that after Sofia cracked out a couple of babies, she thought of sex as repugnant, for some wacko reason. Maybe it's a Cuban thing. Maybe, she had good reasons to bitch - maybe not. However, it was a tough break for him. Truth be known, she didn't like fucking Carlo. Woo, that is impossible to imagine.
Rocco, on the other hand, had plenty of experience in the sex business. By the time he reached seventeen, money was the reason for every hook up. He recognized a man in need of getting his dick wet. Sex, not construction, was what Rocco did best. It irritated him hearing about Sofia's treatment of his buddy Carlo. He knew that Carlo wasn't getting any. Not with Lady Sofia eating ice cream, munching chocolates, watching cable, and ignoring this handsome man.
Carlo would talk about pussy, with the guys on the job. They all talked about getting pussy, except Rocco. He just laughed, and went along, when it was expected.
How yucky, it was listening to constant pussy talk. It isn't pretty for a gay dude. After all, Rocco was gay and pussy was a struggle. His idea of getting laid was different from his straight buddies. Although, as long as it was followed by cash in his pocket, he didn't care whom he fucked.
Rocco would check out the guys at work, and study their crotch movements. A few of them had great looking butts, and he salivated wishing he could get his tongue on their ass cheeks. The men at work were truly hot and sex with them would have been pure pleasure. Every day that was his fantasy. By comparison, the clients he entertained for sex had money, but were seldom hot looking. Still, it was a job and he thought of it as business and not really pleasure.
Rocco would eye Carlo every chance he got. The bulge in his crotch was sinful. Carlo's attitude towards gays, however was pretty cool. And he seemed to genuinely like Rocco.
That was important, because Rocco wanted him as a friend. They already got along as cool workers, but he was hoping for more. Being a persistent and scheming little prick, it was something he was dying to find out. Rocco had one thing in mind, just as soon as the time was right. "Okay, now you've got the picture."
"Rocco – Italiano' -"Yup, he was tough alright, but he wasn't mean – he was bello' with lots of charisma. He was an Italian Jersey dude from Hoboken who lived gay, and passed for straight. His appeal was like a blazing sunset, on a warm summer night.
It was Monday, and work was finished for the day. Rocco's truck was in the transmission shop for minor repair. He needed a lift home.
"I'll drop you off," said Carlo.
"Hey buddy, I'm gay." – "Aren't you worried, that I might grope you."
"Fuck off". "You're not man enough to grope anything." "Sure, I know you're a cock watcher. No big fuckin deal. It beats me why any guy would want cock anyway." At least, you don't fly around like a fruity Tinker Bell.
"Not all gay people are fruity." I'm not.
"Hump, the faggots are." He said
"Geese, how fuckin dumb is that?"
"You're pissed now, aren't cha?"
"No, I'm not pissed. Do I get that ride, or not?
"Get your ass in here. Jesus, you are as bitchy as my wife."
Rocco sat next to Carlo and began talking. The parking lot was deserted and they were the last vehicle still there.
"Tell me about this gay shit." Carlo asked.
"What gay shit do you want to know about?"
"C'mon, you know. What is a faggot?" Carlo asked. "I mean is it just a fruity queer guy?"
"Humm, a real faggot - Yeahhh, let's see. Yeah, ya, I've got it."
"A real faggot can turn other men queer with magical power. So you have to watch out for them. Woo, scary – scary."
Faggots will suck off complete strangers, they don't even know. Some faggots, will fuck anything from a goat to a Kangaroo. I heard of one guy who fucked a canary because he had a little dick. - And, the fruity guys, who fly around, will hum Broadway tunes, especially in elevators.
"Very funny – that is so stupid. Rocco, you are so full of shit."
"Ah hell, I was just having fun with you, besides the question was so stupid."
"I didn't think so."
"Well, it was stupid." "How the hell, do you expect an answer to a question like that?"
"The asinine answer, that you gave me, was more stupid – if you want to talk stupidity." Carlo added.
"Okay – okay, you win. It was pretty dumb. (Except for blowing men they don't know, - Oh yeah, they will definitely do that") "Sometimes, they even get paid."
"Christ, I knew that."
"I'm sure you did." Rocco replied.
"I ain't a fuckin idiot, you know."
"I know."
Carlo sat in the truck and made no effort to get moving. Rocco suspected that he wanted something. He sat there with his legs open and talking about gays. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure this one out.
"I want to blow you Carlo?"
"What, the fuck."
"I said. – Can I blow you? It looks like you could use a good blow job"
"Did you just tell me all that shit about faggots, so you could blow me?"
"Yes – well, sort of"
"I don't cheat on my wife."
"It isn't cheating. You are not screwing around with another woman. I'm a man who happens to be gay. That's it. This is business"
Rocco caught himself. He didn't mean to say business. That was a term he used, when selling his talent for cash. He didn't want Carlo to know that. Lucky for him, Carlo never noticed the word he used.
"Are you sure, I won't be cheating on my wife?"
"Absolutely, you won't be cheating. There are no women here, so you are not cheating." Rocco thought to himself, "How fuckin dumb can this guy be?"
Well, Carlo wasn't dumb, not at all. He knew exactly what was happening.
Rocco looked between Carlo's legs and he had a huge erection. That sausage was begging for air. His zipper was already down and you could see his packed white underwear. Jesus, talk about a heart stopper.
"For me?" – Rocco asked, eyeing the bulge between his thighs.
"You dumb fuck...NO, it's for me." And he pulled his cock free and shook it at him.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
"Yup, that's it."
"Well, take it. "Let's see you suck." "My prick is already leaking."
Rocco went down on his large smooth baby maker like a frog catching a fly. He deep throated his warm cock, and Carlo groaned while rising to fuck his mouth. All the talk, about fucking and pussy, had put him into an incredible state. He held Rocco's head between his legs and slid his cock into Rocco's mouth, with slow steady rhythm.
"You fuckin faggot. – How's this for a kangaroo dick? Holy shit, your mouth is so warm. This feels like a pussy. Keep sucking me."
Rocco didn't have to suck very long before Carlo flooded his mouth with a man-size load of cum. Carlo groaned, but never said a word. He just let loose and dumped his hot sticky baby milk on to Rocco's waiting tongue. He kept shooting strands of slippery taffy. It started to run out of Rocco's mouth, but he slurped it back and never lost a drop. He could barely swallow fast enough to keep up, but he managed. Believe me, he managed just fine.
"Holy shit – holy fuckin shit", Carlo said. "My nuts are happy now. I needed to dump that."
"You almost flooded me, but I got every shot down. How long has it been since you chucked that load?" Rocco asked.
"A long time. Sofia won't take it. So, it's been awhile. For some reason, I haven't wacked off lately. Did you have trouble taking it?"
"Hell no, it was easy. Maybe you were saving it for a blow job, by a gay dude."
"You think?"
"Nah, I never think. I just react."
"Liar"
"Okay, so I wanted your cock."
"Told you I ain't fuckin stupid." - "It turned me on watching you swallow my stuff." "You're good at that pal" Said Carlo."
"I know – that's the rumor, and nobody has ever asked for their money back."
"What?"
"Oh relax, that's a joke."
Rocco said, using his Godfather voice imitation: "Stop by my place tomorrow after work, I'm gonna make you an offer."
"Yeah, I bet you are. Okay, let's have it." replied Carlo.
"I want to lick your chest and suck you off again. Then rub your body, lick your ass, and push my tongue inside your butt. You can fuck too, for as long as you want. I have a tight hole and you will love putting your cock inside me. It's tighter than sloppy pussy. I promise."
"Jesus - You want to eat my sweaty asshole?" "I mean, you will do that for me?"
"Yes, sure – of course"
"You're shittin me. I'm not a retard, but is that what queers like to do?"
"That's, what I'd like to do. Yes, I will eat your dirty asshole. I bet Sofia has never done that." Rocco said
"No, never. I tried to get her to blow me one time and she said, I ain't no pig."
"I can be a pig."- Rocco said "In fact, I would like to be your pig."
Carlo hesitated just for a moment. - "We could do that. Sure we could fuck around. I could use a slut. Okay, yeah, fuckin okay. Just keep your mouth shut and don't talk about this to anybody. Understand?" Carlo demanded.
"I ain't stupid either. I'm gay and you're not. Got it, I'm not a fuckin idiot." Rocco replied.
"Let's hope so."
Carlo started the truck and the engine roared. "Let's get the hell out of here. I need to think more about doing this." – He said.
He dropped Rocco off at his house about 20 minutes later.
"I'll screw around with you pal". Carlo said, sounding mafia like. The idea is getting my dick moving. I want to throw a hard fuck into you. "Are you up for that? – "Don't bullshit me now!!"
"You bet boss. Not to worry." – "Did you say you were getting hard again?"
"Probably, just a little, but it's something you're not going to get now." "Mignotta, I have my own fuckin queer, and a whore to bout. How about that? – said Carlo
"Yup, how about that? – Busone." Rocco replied.
"Remember, shit head. We talk to nobody on the job, and keep your mouth shut to your gay friends. I'm married, so don't fuck things up." And he drove away.
Rocco stood watching as the truck drove out of sight.
He thought to himself. "I don't fuck up asshole. Sure, I'll keep my mouth shut, as long as I get what I want."
Rocco always got what he went after, and he knew getting Carlo would be hot. Except now the difference, was for pure lust and not for cash. It was all good."
Rocco began blowing Carlo on a routine schedule. He sucked hours of cock, swallowed saucers of cum, and licked ass on a regular basis. It took so much time fucking, that Rocco stopped whoring at night. His regular paying customers began to fade away. It didn't matter any longer. Carlo was worthier sex, for his enormous appetite. Rocco wasn't about to screw things up for cash.
Talking erotic and dirty during sex, turned Carlo on. He was terrific when he became fetish in his behavior. He liked saying that Rocco had filthy habits.
Rocco would reply. "Yes I do. I have a lot of filthy habits and you find them wildly enjoyable. Then, the underwear would drop to the floor, and Rocco would be on his knees.
They worked well together. - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Read on – 2nd Entry – September – Rocco & Dennis – California
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