Rocco's Dairy Part 4
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4th Entry – Rocco and Jeremy: - New York City
Rocco sent his belonging ahead to New York. All he carried with him was a small travel bag.
The path train from New Jersey pulled into downtown Manhattan. He took the A train to W. Fourth Street, Washington Sq. terminal. His friend Jeremy lived about six blocks from West Fourth Street.
Jeremy knew Rocco since they were fifteen years old. Rocco's dad worked with Jeremy's father at a warehouse plant in Hoboken.
The two boys hung out together. They were wrestling one day and Rocco sat on Jeremy's chest with his legs on either side of his head. Their eyes fixated on one another and Jeremy kissed Rocco's crotch.
That was all it took. The boys began fooling around and sucking each other off. They did a lot of kissing. They didn't think they were queer or anything like that. NO, they were friends, not faggots.
At fifteen, they thought queers had pinkish green hair and wiggled on a float in a gay pride parade. I'm sure they knew better, but it helped justify their sexual behavior.
As the boys grew older, they went separate ways. Except for an occasional email from Jeremy, Rocco lost touch with him, that is, until now. Jeremy brought Rocco up to date on what he was currently doing.
Jeremy heard about an opening at the New York Public Library on 5th Ave. He applied and got the job, so he moved to Manhattan, with little objection from his parents. He was twenty one years old and sexy looking. Working at the library, Jeremy met an older gay man who found him appealing. Which is easy to believe. The man owned the building where Jeremy had just rented a one bedroom apartment. His name was Ray.
Rocco, on the other hand, went a different route. Men started offering Rocco money for sex while still a teen ager. At first, he only had to stand there for a blow job. It wasn't long, before he realized he could make more money by doing more things. So he did.
By the time he was nineteen, he was escorting older women to cocktail parties, pretending to be their son, and fucking them afterwards in their hotel suite. Rocco never went anyplace without condoms in his pocket. He would do almost anything if the price was right. He would not however, take drugs, engage in S & M or allow anybody to tie his hands. He knew he was good looking and he wanted to remain that way. Rocco was smart.
Rocco walked along Barrow's Street, locking at house numbers. There was somebody sitting on steps, a few doors ahead of him. As he approached, he thought he recognized him.
"Hi there."
"Hello"
"Want to wrestle?" – Rocco said
"What did you say?" – OMG Rocco, is that you? – I didn't expect you until Sunday." He jumped from the steps hugged Rocco and kissed his cheek.
Rocco returned the kiss and ran his tongue across his ear. Jeremy grabbed him by the cheeks of his butt and giggled - "fuckin hot"... "Rocco, you are fuckin hot." He repeated
"Come on in buddy. You have to meet Ray. He is sleeping, but will wake up fast when he sees you."
"Let him sleep."
"Fuck No. he is only cat napping. Besides, he lives downstairs, so he will be leaving."
Ray was not sleeping. He opened the door and everyone went into the apartment.
"Don't tell me." Said Ray. "This is Rocco."
"Yup, that's me." Replied Rocco.
"Hello gorgeous man person. I am Ray. But you can call me available." - Ray said laughing.
"Hello yourself, and you can call me `expensive" – Rocco replied laughing back.
"Remind me to carry American Express." Said Ray.
"I'll do that."
"You are okay Rocco. I like your sense of humor. Glad to meet you"
"Thanks Ray, it's a pleasure."
"I have to run along." said Ray, to Jeremy. "I've got stuff to do. I'll see everybody later" - He left and closed the door behind him.
"Before you ask Rocco, - NO, he doesn't live with me. He lives downstairs. I already said that.
Ray comes up when he wants to fuck. I just got fucked before you arrived and he was resting. He likes to nap after getting his nuts off. He's around fifty five, so he says. It's probably more like sixty five. I don't mind. I get rent breaks. It's the old money game. He's got a nice dick and he is in good shape. I don't care about age" Yeah, okay, I'm a whore. So what?
"If you ever saw some of the old tricks, I opened up for, you'd be shocked."
"Nothing shocks me Rock."
"Rock was the name Jeremy called him back in Jersey. He hadn't heard that for a long time. It sounded good to him.
"Let's get out of here and grab a bite to eat." said Jeremy. "We can talk. The last I heard, you were in LA."- "I just want to shower first." "How, `bout joining me.
"Yeah, I have been travelling all day. A shower is just the ticket. Will you wash my ass for me?" Replied Rocco
Jeremy didn't reply and didn't leave the room. Instead, he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his beige cargo pants to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
"What are you looking at Rocco?" Jeremy asked, while flipping his cock as if to air it out.
"It's not your cargo pants that I am looking at. I was thinking about how I use to suck that thing, when we were teenagers in Hoboken"
"I thought of that too. I guess you never forget your first blowjob."
"Was I your first?" Asked Rocco
"Nope"
"Was too."
"Nope, was not. I am going to take a hot shower and get Ray's smell off from me."
Jeremy disappeared into the bathroom and one could hear the water running into the tub behind a plastic shower Curtin.
Rocco stripped and stepped into the shower with Jeremy. They put their arms around each other and began kissing. Jeremy darted his tongue into Rocco's mouth and they nibbled on each other's lips.
Rocco soaped Jeremy's body lavishly and washed him while warm water rinsed his well-defined frame. He ran his hand between the crack of his butt and finger fucked his hole. He soaped both their cocks and held them together like a vice. He wanted to plug Jeremy in his soapy hole right then and there. But didn't.
"I want to blow you before we leave," Jeremy told him
"It's yours bro. You know that." Rocco said.
"Fuck it. I'm not waiting." Jeremy kneeled in the tub with water running over them both and swallowed Rocco's cock.
Rocco helped by turning off the water and jerking off into Jeremy's mouth. It didn't take very long. Seconds later Rocco was filling his mate's mouth with sticky milk. It was what Jeremy longed for from the minute he saw Rocco again.
"OMG. Jeremy, that was so good. You always were a great cocksucker"
"Yeah, I'll say." He replied. "I could have however, done without the soap flavor." he added.
They both laughed and Rocco helped him to his feet. They dried off, dressed and left the apartment'
That afternoon, they had lunch at a small 1960ties bohemian café off Christopher Street.
In the evening Jeremy took Rocco bar hopping. The gay dudes in the clubs hit on Rocco, which was no surprise. But nothing happened. Rocco was not interested in a bar with a bunch of queens trolling for cock. What he wanted was a bar with older men looking for sex and willing to pay for it.
The following day, Rocco met Jeremy for lunch at Bryant Park. There were a lot of NYU students there that Jeremy knew from the library. They shared a table with a couple of gay students from Massachusetts. It was okay but nothing to get excited about, as far as Rocco was concerned.
Rocco didn't stay very long at the park. He had a job interview at an upscale hotel restaurant near Columbus Circle. So he split and took the subway uptown.
In the hotel office, the manager greeted him. "I understand that you want to work here, in our dining room? – Correct?
"Yes sir."
"We are not adding employees to the waiter's staff at the moment." He told Rocco.
"I see. - Oh, you might care to reconsider. I was brought up learning the restaurant business at my grandparent's summer resort. I have worked in Paris at `Le café de la Paix', and also in Honolulu."
Rocco was lying his head off. He had no experience as a waiter. Rocco once slung hash in a diner, before his construction job.
He didn't really want to be a waiter. He only wanted to meet wealthy men and splash around his charisma. Charm. always worked for him, all he needed was a contact. He may have lacked dining experience, but he suppressed it well with bullshit.
"Sorry, we have nothing." The manager repeated.
"That's fine. I understand. You were my priority stop. My family stays at this hotel in the executive suite when my father comes to the city on business. He is a state senator," Again, Rocco was lying. His dad worked in a warehouse in New Jersey.
"Good day. Thank you for your time, sir." Rocco said and turned to leave.
"Hold it." Said the manager. "You can start tomorrow for the breakfast hour." Report to the kitchen at 7:00 am." "We'll discuss wages then."
"The kitchen?" – said Rocco
"Yes, the kitchen. You will be clearing plates and washing dishes." Everybody starts in the kitchen. If you work out, then maybe you will wait tables after a week or so"
"I think not" – Rocco said
"That's exactly what I thought." Replied the manager and walked away.
Rocco was back on to the street feeling stupid. He thought to himself. "Well, that fuckin idea didn't work. I won't try that again."
That evening Jeremy had a proposition for him. He knew about Rocco's past. He hustled with him a couple of times but didn't have the body and looks to pull it off like Rocco could.
There was a well to do older gentleman who would pay for kinky sex. It wasn't anything fetish or dangerous. It was just kinky. Jeremy had been with him before and he paid well. Only, he wanted a couple of gay masculine men this time. Rocco would be perfect for the job.
"Rock, you want to make some money? I'm talking an envelope full of cash."
"Sure, what do we have to do, stick up a Brink's truck?"
"Nothing like that. All we have to do is screw around sexually. It's nothing we haven't done before. Trust me."
"This guy isn't dangerous is he?"
"No, just trust me."
"Okay"
It was close to midnight when a taxi caring Rocco and Jeremy stopped at fashionable address on the Upper East Side. Rocco felt comfortable with this kind of job. It was something he had plenty experience doing.
"What's this character's name?" Rocco asked
"Randolph is all I know. It's probably phony, but just call him Mr. Randolph. He will like that."
A man answered the door. He was the housekeeper and recognized Jeremy.
"Come in Jeremy. You and your friend can go into the den. Mr. Randolph will be with you shortly."
Jeremy walked pass the den and headed for the master bedroom. "Play along with me" he said to Rocco.
They stopped at a lavish bedroom and stood in the doorway.
"Don't stand there, come in." a man's voice said to them.
Sitting on a sofa, next to a king size bed was a nice looking older man with silver hair holding a cocktail in his hand. He never said another word.
"What now?" asked Rocco
"We become whores. Fuckin dirty whores."
"With him?" –Rocco said
"No, with each other. He gets off by watching. And, I didn't tell you, but one of us has to fuck a woman tonight so he can watch that too. I hate doing that – so buddy, that will be your job."
"Okay, I can do that. You sure this dude pays well?"
"Yeah, just do it" Said Jeremy.
They started by slowly undressing each other. Rocco became aggressive and ripped Jeremy's underwear off and threw them on the floor. Then he lifted Jeremy's legs in the air and began tongue fucking his butt. Jeremy groaned extra loud, which he added for special affect.
An attractive Latino brunette came into the bedroom with no clothes on and began hollowing at them both in English and Spanish.
"Why, my husband, are you licking that man's ass" You fuckin Hijo de puta bastard, she screamed at Rocco.
Jeremy whispered to Rocco. "You are now Puerto Rican – play along."
She yanked Rocco by the arm away from Jeremy and he landed flat on the bed. She straddled Rocco's face and said. "Lick this." She pushed her cunt onto Rocco's mouth.
So what did Rocco do?
He buried his face in her pussy and tongue fucked her wildly like a slutty lesbian at a watermelon contest. She twisted, squirm and moan.
"Fuck her," whispered Jeremy. "fuck her!" "Go on Rocco, do it." – "Fuck the juice out of her."
Rocco threw her off from him and forcefully held her down on the bed. He shoved his cock into her pussy showing no mercy. "You bitch, he said. You want to get fucked? You will get fucked Rocco's way, `coño desagradable' nasty pussy)" He was either really pissed off or a very good actor. Whichever it was, just the sight of Rocco's ass pumping away, was worth the price of admission.
Mr. Randolph watched and his prick was getting aroused. He liked what he was seeing, and keen on how masculine Rocco was for a gay man. Jeremy licked Rocco's ass hole while he was fucking the girl. Then he slid his cock into Rocco's butt. The three of them were stuck together fucking like alley cats. Randolph's cock was hard as a rock.
Randolph took his cock out and was jerking off. He couldn't take his eyes off Rocco's well packed rear going up and down tearing up that pussy. He went over to the bed and stood there masturbating watching Rocco fuck the girl while Jeremy's cock was fucking Rocco's butt.
"My magnificent slutty whores" said Randolph, breathing hard and yanking away on his cock.
Moments later Randolph screamed – `aaughhh' and shot a load of cum on the side of Rocco's face. It dribbled down and Randolph rubbed it over Rocco's neck. He held his sticky fingers out for Jeremy to lick. Jeremy did it quickly to please him. They kept fucking away and let Randolph use them whatever way he wanted.
"That will do. You may stop now," he finally said to the three of them. The girl got up, said nothing, and left the room.
"Okay men. You can leave now." He said "I may contact you again."
"C'mon, said Jeremy, we can clean up later"
"Sounds good to me, answered Rocco. They had quite a work out but hadn't gotten off. They just wanted to get out of there.
Mr. Randolph disappeared into another room. Jeremy and Rocco, put back on their clothes and headed for the door to leave.
Rocco started to say that Randolph had forgot something, when Jeremy stopped by the door and picked up a white envelope, sitting on a silver tray. He stuffed the envelope into his pocket and they left.
Randolph hadn't forgotten. The envelope had three thousand dollars in it.
A half hour later, when they arrived back at the apartment, they showered together. After which, Jeremy led Rocco into the bedroom. He wanted to finish fucking him.
"You know what I want?" Jeremy said
"Yup, I do"
Rocco flopped on the bed and lifted his gorgeous butt into the air.
Laughing he said. "Okay hustler whore, my best mate. Fuck me"
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