June 21, 2003

Tommy Frank Jones

By

Pete Roland.

FAMILY WORDS

Father, gay, sex,

I can not separate these words,

I can not think of one without all rushing into my mind.

Gentle touching, harsh voice, rejection,

I can not separate these words,

I can not think of one without all rushing into my mind.

Daddy, straight, love,

I can not separate these words,

I can not think of one with out all rushing into my mind.

Older man, cock, lover,

I can not separate these words,

I can not think of one without all rushing into my mind.

Lonely, searching, gay,

why can not I separate these words?

I can not find love with such words always rushing into my mind.

   Tommy Frank Jones

The pain in his gut wouldn’t go away. The green-eyed boy/man tried to ignore the gnawing feeling deep inside his stomach but each time someone walked out of the convenience store with a doughnut in their hands his thoughts turned to food.

Life had been simple up until last week. He had lived at home with his father and mother on a farm just outside of Dothan, Alabama. The boy/man took a deep breath as he thought of his father. With his image came the image of another older man, Ben, the hired hand. Thinking of the Ben caused the blond-haired boy/man to sigh deeply. If only he and Ben had been more discreet in their sexual encounters, he wouldn’t be sitting on the steps of a convenience store on Duval Street hungry. He was missing Ben. You could see it in the way his green eyes got a far away look as he remembered the incident that sent him to Key West.

“Tommy Frank!” He could vividly hear his father’s accusing scream.

“Shit,” Ben had exclaimed jerking his cock out of Tommy Frank’s hungry eager mouth and pushing him back so violently that he had fallen backwards.

“Daddy,” Tommy Frank remembered whispering in utter shock as he lay on the dirt floor of the old barn.

“I just knew it,” his father continued from the doorway of the barn. “You are really noting but a queer. But I’ll be a son-of-a-bitch if I will let you go around sucking everybody’s cock! Now, you pack up and get your lazy ass off my farm!” The look on his father’s face had been one of hatred.

His father suddenly struck the door facing of the barn with his huge right fist. “You just turned twenty-one. I am not responsible for your sorry ass anymore.” He nodded his head as though agreeing with himself. “Yes I am not responsible for you. So. . . so you get the hell out of my life you fucking cock sucker!” He had yelled angery as he stood in the doorway of barn, hands clinched into huge angry fists in front of himself.

 “And you!” His father had suddenly shook his right fist in Ben’s direction.

“Yes, Sir, Mr. Jones,” Ben had pipped up in a weakened voice.

 “You better put that fat little cock of yours back in your pants and keep it zipped up or you’ll be out the door right behind him,” his father had said directing all his venom toward the haired hand. “Hell if I didn’t need your sorry ass so much around here, I’d send you packing with him. But I know him, I know whose fault it is, he’ll suck any cock he gets his hands on! Isn’t that right Tommy Frank!” His father had screamed at him then stalked off toward the house. “I know that for a fact, don’t I boy.” he had called over his shoulder.

Tommy Frank vividly remembered entering the house a little later and hearing passionate moaning and groaning coming from his parents’ bedroom as he walked past. He had stopped outside their bedroom door and listened to his mother’s loud cries of pleasure as his father rammed his big cock into her as he called out, “take it, take it all”.

Hatred for his parents had flashed through him like an electric shock. Suddenly he had remembered seeing his mother’s purse laying on the kitchen table. Driven by the boiling hate inside of him, he had rushed back into the kitchen and opened the blue vinyl purse. Inside he had found an envelope from the Bank and Trust Company. He had stolen a quick glance down the hall to see if the coast was clear. The bedroom door of his parents room was still closed. The sounds of soft lustful moans echoing down the hallway caused him to grit his teeth.

With his fingers shaking almost uncontrollably from anger and fear, he had snatched the envelope from the purse and peeked inside. Money! Taking the money out, he had counted it while watching his parents’ bedroom door out of the corner of his eye. Three hundred and fifty dollars! Then he had remembered that she had cashed the check his father had gotten for the four cows he had sold to old man Richerson. Without a plan in mind but filled with anger, he had taken the envelope of money.

Then he had thought of his mother’s white Thunderbird. Hurriedly searching her purse, he discovered the keys to the car at the very bottom. Even in his anger, he had not dared to touch his father’s pick up truck even though he had known the keys were inside.

 Now as he sat on the steps of the convenience store, he remembered how he had taken the keys out of his mother’s purse and held them in his hand for a long moment before actually deciding to take her car. The loud moaning sounds coming from the bedroom had somehow convinced him to take the car.

He had been shaking with fear as he cranked the car fearing his father would hear the motor and come rushing out of the house. He hadn’t driven out of the drive way, had flown down it with gravel and dirt flying in all directions. Surely his father and mother must have heard the tires of the T-Bird squeal when they hit the black top.

A sudden sense of freedom had washed over him lessening his biting anger when he turned onto highway 109 as he realized he didn’t have to come back! He never had to obey his father again. He was on his own. He could go anywhere in the country. He remembered that he actually hadn’t made up his mind where to go until he had pulled into the parking lot of the Dothan bus station. Then out of the blue he remembered reading about Key West and its gay life style. That’s the place for me, he had thought at the time.

Now with the hate and anger almost out of his system he wasn’t to sure. The first day had been great. Tommy Frank liked the bars, specially Papillon. The next few days were blurs in his memory. He remember running in to a dark Cuban, maby a littler older than himself, and them going from one bar to another. He vaguely remembered staying in a motel with the Cuban and someone else, an older man he thought, and each of them taking turns fucking the older man, but he wasn’t really sure. The memories were hidden in an alocholic fog.

Yesterday was astonishingly clear. He had woke up late in the afternoon in the blazing sun on Smythers Beach with a throbbing headache and no money. Last night had been a nightmare he preferred not to remember. Sleeping in the mosquito infested salt flats across the road from Smythers Beach had been the worst night of his memory. The last few days hadn’t been just a bad dream. He had empty pockets and a lace work of mosquito bites on his face and arms to prove it.

Tommy Frank’s thoughts drifted back to Ben, the old hired hand that worked for his father. He wondered if his father had gotten so angry at his taking his mother’s car that he had fired Ben. It wasn’t as though he had really stolen his mother’s car. He had only drove to the bus station in Dothan and parked it there while he took a bus to Key West? Even so, Tommy Frank suddenly found himself feeling guilty about stealing the money and taking his mother’s car.

Tommy Frank sighed as his thoughts once again turned to Ben and the old man’s cock. Thinking of sucking Ben’s cock caused his own cock to stiffen. Then as he realized that his father must had actually been watching him sucking Ben off for sometime before calling out, Tommy Frank’s cock begin to throb so much that he reached down and unconsciously began to fiddle with his crotch. He even waited until Ben shot off in my mouth before letting his present known, Tommy Frank thought as his hand massage began to caused his cock to swell up.

In spite of his hunger pains, Tommy Frank smiled as the thought of the difference in the size of his cock and Ben’s. The older man’s piece of meat had looked like the fat cock of a six-year-old boy instead of the cock of a sixty-one-year-old man.

 “Where did you ever get such a long thick cock?” Ben had asked Tommy Frank a thousand times if he had asked him once. He had always just shrugged. Tommy Frank didn’t really think that he had a big cock. He just thought that Ben’s was small. Why should he have a big cock? Nothing else about him was exceptional, at least he didn’t think so.

“Are you having fun?”

The voice caused Tommy Frank to jump. He looked up and found himself staring at an older man. Even though the man didn’t look anything like Ben, Tommy Frank felt an instant attraction to him. Where Ben had been short and skinny, the man standing over him was of medium height and a little heavy, not really fat, just slightly overweight like his father. The man’s white hair was frizzled and badly receding where Ben’s had been jet black and full.

“What . . . what do you mean?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Playing with yourself. Are you having fun playing with your cock,” the man asked in a breathy tone of voice. He had a funny way of tilting his head from side to side as he spoke. As he waited for Tommy Frank to answer him the man ran his thick pink tongue over his thin lips leaving them wet.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that I was,” he said as he snatched his hand away from his crotch as though it had suddenly turned into something scorching hot.

“Please don’t stop on my account,” the man said tilting his head first to the right and then to the left. He smiled and then added in a breathy whisper as he leaned down until his face was near Tommy Frank’s ear, “I just thought it might be more fun if you would let someone else do it.” When Tommy Frank didn’t answer he moved his face so close to Tommy Frank’s that his moist lips brushed against the kid’s sensitive ear. “Looks like you got a big cock,” he added in an even lower voice so that he couldn’t be over heard by the steady stream of customers going and coming from the convenience store.

“I’m not a hustler!” Tommy Frank said definitely. He had been approached twice by younger men offering him money if he would let them suck his cock.

“No, no of course you are not,” the old man hurriedly added and shook his head from side to side. “I just thought you might like someone else to do that for you. You are a very attractive boy. I would love to get you and that big cock in bed. You and I could really make beautiful love,” he said closing his hand around the slight bulge in his crotch of his wrinkled dress slacks. “I don’t live far from here. You want to come home with me?” The man said as he straightened up and let go of his own crotch.

“You live here in Key West?”

“Yes, I have been living here for over twelve years,” the man answered. He tilted his head far to the right. “You want to come home with me,” he said with almost a pleading tone in his voice. “You look like you need it as much as I do,” he added.

Tommy Frank pondered the offer. The others that had approached him for sex had been tourist looking for a quick blow job or a quick fuck in their motel rooms. He had read about hustlers in New York City and Atlanta. Thoughts of taking money for making love to a man revolted him. The feeling he had felt for Ben, while it might not have been real love, could not be bought. He had enjoyed sucking the older man’s cock but it had always sadden him that Ben would never let him kiss him. Maybe he will let me kiss him, Tommy Frank thought as he longingly stared at the man’s moist lips. God, I just want him to kiss me and tell me he loves me.

“OK!” Tommy Frank finally said as his eyes lost that far away look. He stood up and found himself taller than the man.

“My name is Jim,” the old man introduced himself while extending his hand slowly.

“I’m Tommy Frank Jones,” Tommy Frank said. He quickly closed his hand around the old man’s rather frail hand. The old man’s strength surprised him. His hand is so warm and friendly.

When Tommy Frank released his hand, Jim turned and walked down the steps. “Come alone,” he called over his shoulder confidently. “By the way what do people call you? Tommy or Frank?”

“Niether. They call me Tommy Frank. I hate it when someone calls me just Tommy or Frank.”

“Well, Tommy Frank, how long have you been down here in Key West?”

“A few days.” Tommy Frank answered as he turned to stare at the Duval Street French bakery they were passing. The delicious smell of the fresh baked bread made him queasy. He had to swallow to keep from drooling.

“Where are you staying?”

Tommy Frank breathed in deeply. The aroma of fresh baked bread caused his nostrils to flare open.

“Where are you staying?” The old man repeated the question.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Ah . . . I’m staying around.” Tommy Frank said as he tried not to remember sleeping in a mangrove thicket across from Monroe County Beach or Smythers Beach. He couldn’t remember which name people in Key West used for the beach as he had seen both names used on literature. He wasn’t sure what had been worse, the mosquitoes or the fear that he would be discovered.

“OK, I’ll stop being so nosey.” Jim said as he turned off Duval onto a street which Tommy Frank hadn’t explored or if he had, he didn’t remember. “I like my location. I am far enough away from Duval so that I don’t get too much street noise yet close enough to stroll over whenever I feel like slumming.”

“Yea,” Tommy Frank mumbled trying to seem interested in the old man’s running chatter. His mind kept drifting back to the bus ride down through Florida. It had been a fun thinking of starting out new in Key West. He didn’t know what he had expected to find in Key West, but he hadn’t expected to wind up sleeping in a mangrove swamp.

 He really couldn’t remember very much about his first night after meeting the Cuban. It bothered him because he had a feeling that something terrible had happened. He did remember going to the 801 for a few beers and then to Papillon where he met the Cuban kid. The rest was hidden behind all the glasses of volk and cranberry juice he had drank.

“This is it!” The old man announced stopping so sudden in front of a small Conch house that Tommy Frank bumped into him.

“Yea,” Tommy Frank said quickly snapping back to the present and giving the rundown house a quick once over. It didn’t look like much. “Nice,” he lied. It needed painting and the yard had an unkept appearance that seemed typical of a lot of the houses in Old Town. He seemed to remember them being called Conch houses.

“Come on inside,” Jim said as he walked up the shaky wooden steps.

Tommy Frank heistantly a moment fearing that the partially rotten unpainted boards wouldn’t support his weight. They squeaked but held his weight as did the boards on the porch.

“You are a very good looking kid,” Jim said as he closed and locked the door behind Tommy Frank. “You certainly will not last long here,” he added as he reached out and took hold of Tommy Frank’s broad shoulder and pulled him close.

Tommy Frank didn’t resist the embrace. He joined in as their lips met. The old man drilled his eager, probbing tongue into Tommy Frank’s young sweet mouth. Tommy Frank felt the thrill of French kissing another man for only the second time in his life. The masculinity of the kiss made him tingle all over. It was so different from kissing a girl. Tommy Frank let himself get lost in the exchange of passion.

This is real! Tommy Frank found himself thinking. This is what I have been searching for all his life. I want to be in love with another man. The old man’s mounting passion caused Tommy Frank to totally forget about his aching stomach. I have found him, Tommy Frank thought as Jim reached down and began to massage his crotch while his tongue did strange sensuous things inside Tommy Frank’s mouth. Ben had hardly ever touched his cock let alone kissed him. All Ben had wanted was to get his own cock sucked off. Afterwards he wouldn’t even talk to Tommy Frank and sometimes would act as thought he didn’t want him around any longer.

The flow of lust from the old man excited Tommy Frank more than he could remember. It caused his huge cock to stiffen until it pressed painfully against the fabric of his jeans.

“Wow, where did you get such a big cock?” The old man asked as he began to fumble with Tommy Frank’s zipper.

“I don’t know?” Tommy Frank mumbled as he hesitantly reached his hand down to Jim’s crotch. He felt limp cock flesh. The lump of flesh was soft and elongated. It began to harden as Tommy Frank’s fingers squeezed and rubbed Jim’s crotch.

“Yes, Baby, that feels so good. I love to have someone touch my cock, especially a young number like you. But why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get comfortable,” Jim said breaking off the kiss and pulling away from Tommy Frank. “C’mon,” he added as he tilted his head from side to side.

The old man lead Tommy Frank down a narrow hallway littered with dirty clothes. The bedroom looked equally dingy, especially with the right corner pilled high with dirty T-shirts and underwear. The bed itself was unmade and the sheets, although once white, were now a yellowish-white color.

“Let’s strip!” Jim said in a deep breathy voice. “I want to see that big wonderful cock of yours. It can’t possibly be as big as it feels. But I sure hope it is”

As Tommy Frank undressed, he watched the old man intensely. The prospect of seeing Jim’s naked body inflamed him. He hadn’t ever seen Ben naked. Ben didn’t like taking off his clothes when they had sex, “Your father could walk in on us,” he would protest whenever Tommy Frank had asked to take his clothes off.

 Tommy Frank smiled as the old man removed his under shirt. The thick grey hair on Jim’s chest gave Tommy Frank chill bumps it excited him so much. Then Tommy Frank held his breath as the older man unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.

Jim’s jockey shorts were dingy with yellow piss stains in the crotch. A part of Tommy Frank’s mind found this distasteful, but such thoughts were pushed quickly pushed aside by the excitement as the old man grabbed hold of the waist band of his soiled under shorts and jerked them down.

Tommy Frank sighed deeply as the old man’s thick semi-hard cock flopped into view. The Jim’s cock was bigger than Ben’s but still nothing compared to his own cock. Jim’s cock looked old. His pubic hairs were snow white. His cock even had age spots. Yet, the sight of the old man’s cock sent a flash of lust through Tommy Frank. The tall blond kid dropped to his knees in front of the older man. He tentatively reached out to touch the snowy white curly pubic hairs, then cupped the old man’s balls in his hand briefly before running his finger up and down the shaft of the old man’s cut cock.

The lack of foreskin fascinated Tommy Frank. Both Ben’s and his cock were uncircumcised. Most of the older men’s cocks that Tommy Frank had encountered had been uncut. Tommy Frank had once heard that Jews always were circumcised. He wondered if the old man was a Jew, not that it mattered, except that Tommy Frank had never actually met a Jew before or at least not knowingly.

“Suck it,” the old man said, reaching out and grabbing the back of Tommy Frank’s head and pulling it forward until the bald head of his cock was pressed against Tommy Frank’s big sensuous lips. “Suck it, Baby. Take it in your hot young mouth. Suck on my old cock. Make it young again. Make it rock hard, like it used to get,” Jim moaned as he threw back his head and pushed his hips forward.

In spite of the pissy smell, Tommy Frank opened his mouth and sucked in the old man’s cockhead. He tasted piss. However, Tommy Frank didn’t even think of stopping. He was hotter than he could ever remember. He wanted to suck Jim’s cock. He wanted the taste of cum in his mouth. He wanted to swallow the old man’s load so that he would become part of him.

“Oh, yea!” Jim called out when Tommy Frank started running his tongue up and down the shaft of the older man’s short thick cock while he sucked on it frantically. “You’re good, Kid. Real good. Can’t remember when I got such a good blow job. Yea, you know how to suck cock. Oh, God! I love your wicked tongue!”

The old man’s words shocked Tommy Frank. Ben never said a word while Tommy Frank sucked his cock. Ben would just stand there and hunch Tommy Frank’s mouth. Even when Ben had shot off in his mouth, he used to remain silent.

“Yea, Boy, suck my old dirty cock. God, that’s the way to run your tongue up and down the shaft. Oohhh . . . that wicked, wicked tongue was meant for my cock. Yes, yes, yes,” Jim begin chanting.

Stirred on by the older man’s words, Tommy Frank put everything into sucking Jim’s cock. He didn’t care if the man did anything to him or not. He just wanted to give him all the pleasure he possibly could.

Suddenly the old man snatched his cock out of Tommy Frank’s mouth. “I don’t want to cum yet,” Jim said holding his cock tight in his hand as though choaking off the flow of cum that threaten to end his pleasure prematerly. “Pull your shorts off and let me see your cock,” he added.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot I still have them on,” Tommy Frank said as he jerked his red checked boxer short down so fast that his cock sprung up like a Jack-in-the-box.

“Wow, it’s even bigger than it felt. Wait until I tell everyone what a cock I had,” Jim said as though it was the most important thing in his life. “Have you had sex with anyone since you came down to Key West?”

“Yes, at least I think so,” Tommy Frank muttered. “I really don’t remember it, but I think I had sex my first night in Key West,” Tommy Frank added as he quickly shifted through the fuzzy memories of the first night.

Jim’s face seemed to drop as a look disappoint swept over him. Then in an almost angry tone he said. “Get on the bed and spread your damn legs!”

Tommy Frank hesitated. He watched uncertainly as Jim pulled a tub of KY from a battered nightstand and began to apply it to his cock. He’s going to fuck me, Tommy Frank thought. He had been fantasying about getting fucked and what it would feel like ever since he was a little boy. Now, it was actually going to happen. Maybe this is the one I have been praying for! Can I be in love with him already? Tommy Frank thought.

“Go ahead and spread them young muscular legs of your so that I see your tight asshole,” Jim said. His tone once again breathy instead angry. He finished applying the KY to the head of his cock. Then upon seeing that Tommy Frank was still not on the bed, he pushed Tommy Frank with enough force to send him backward onto the bed. “You ever been fucked before?” Jim asked. “Have you?” He added before Tommy Frank had time to answer.

“No,” Tommy Frank said as he stared down his own rippled, muscular stomach as the older man knelt down between his wide spread legs. The look on Jim’s face was intense. Jim locked his eyes on Tommy Frank’s. The old man’s eyes shined bright with excitement that seemed to flow into Tommy Frank.

“Don’t know what I did to get a cherry asshole and a big cock at the same time. Just wait until I tell them at the Garden Bar. All those drunks are going to shit in their pants that they didn’t get to you first. Let them call me an old troll now!” The old man voice grew louder with each word as he lifted Tommy Frank’s butt. Then as he tilted his head right and then left, he centered his cock over Tommy Frank’s ass bud.

Suddenly Tommy Frank felt the stiff head of the old man’s cock pressing against his asshole. Oh, God! It is going to hurt. I shouldn’t let him do this to me, Tommy Frank thought when first hint of pain washed over him as Jim pressed his cockhead harder against Tommy Frank’s young tender ass bud. I never thought it would hurt so much, he thought trying hard to be a man about the pain. He gritted his teeth when Jim started forcibly prying open his tender crack with his thick hard cock. The intensity of the pain caused Tommy Frank’s eyes to tear. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.

“Take it, you little fuck boy! That’s what you are! A little fuck boy!” Jim yelled. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes hardened and the expression on his face turned brutal while he forced his cockhead inside Tommy Frank’s virgin asshole.

A loud gasp of pain escaped Tommy Frank. His body stiffened as the old man’s stiff cockhead plowed brutally into his tender asshole flesh. A half-whimper almost escaped Tommy Frank but he caught himself and managed to stifle the outcry.

“I never had such a hot, pink little asshole before!” Jim said in a moanful voice as he sent the rest of his cock up into Tommy Frank’s soft young ass flesh with a thrust of his hips. “Never had one so good! I just love the blond hair on your ass. I don’t know what I did to deserve this. Just wait until I tell Billy! He’ll jack off for a week when I tell him about you, Kid!”

Tommy Frank heard the old man talking but he couldn’t comprehend the words. Pain was all he understood at the moment. Pain was his world. I’ll never let someone do this to me again, Tommy Frank thought as the old man pulled his thick cock part ways out and then began pumping it in and out of him.

“Yea, take it, Fuck Boy! Take all my cock up that tight asshole of yours! Take it all, Baby!” The old man shouted loudly as he stroked the kid’s greased asshole with his old but stiff cock.

The pain vanished as quickly as it started. Gee, it feel wonderful. I love it. I love the feel of his cock sliding inside me. God, he is a part of me. We are joined, Tommy Frank found himself thinking as he thurst his hips toward Jim decending cock in an effort to get the old man’s cock to go deeper into his asshole. Fuck me! Fuck me! I am all yours. God, I love you, Tommy Frank thought as the feeling of being loved swept away his deep sense of loneliness that had dwelled in his mind for years. A loneliness that had only been bearable when he was sucking Ben or some other old man’s cock. He felt truly close to someone for the first time in his life as he experienced something beyond lust. Beyond his wildest dream, Tommy Frank knew that there could be love between two men. His heart seemed to swell up with that thought.

“I’m cuming! I’m cuming!” JIm called out in ecstasy as he pumped his cock into Tommy Frank’s asshole faster and faster let his jism squirt out with each pump. Suddenly, the old man froze as the last drops of cum oozed out of his deflating cock.

Tommy Frank watched as a change swept over Jim. The pleasure drained from his wrinkled face as the old man’s eyes lost their intense sexual stare.

 Suddenly Jim yanked his cockhead out of Tommy Frank’s asshole as though it had turned dirty. A look of disgust distorted the older man’s face as he knelt between the kid’s wide spread legs as he stared down at his own cock. “Hell, I am all smelly now. I got to take a shower,” he said in a detached tone as he climbed off the bed. “Here’s a towel to clean yourself up with,” he added tossing a mangy looking blue hand towel to Tommy Frank without even looking in his direction.

Tommy Frank’s own enormous cock was sticking straight up and throbbing, yet Jim didn’t even glance back as he walked into the bathroom. Tommy Frank looked at his swollen cock and then shrugged. Maybe he want to shower before he sucks me off. I am so hot that I’ll cum the moment his lips touch my cock. I hope he likes a lot of cum because I am loaded.

 “You have a nice place here,” Tommy Frank said and smiled at Jim a few moments later when the older man stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet.

“Yea, Billy and I will enjoy it,” Jim said not even bothering to look at Tommy Frank. “You better get dress. I got errands to run.”

“Who is Billy!” Tommy Frank asked as he slid off the bed and began to dress.

“He is my lover. We have been together for thirty years,” Jim answered in an almost angry tone.

“Oh . . . I didn’t know that you had a lover,” Tommy Frank said in a voice laced with disappointment. “I . . . I sure don’t want to come between you and your lover,” Tommy Frank said after an akward period of silence.

“What are you taking about kid? Are you crazy or something? I would never let a hustler come between me and Billy. Heck, he’ll get a kick out of hearing about me fucking a tight ass hustler and will want to try you out. I bet you tell all your johns that you are a virgin. Heck, with that tight pink asshole of your, I bet everyone believes you. Here’s twenty dollars, that the going rate on the rock for a street hustler,” Jim said flinging a twenty-dollar bill Tommy Frank’s way.

Tommy Frank looked down at the money and fought to keep the tears back. It felt as though his world had collapsed around him. He didn’t even care as much for me as Ben. He just wanted sex. The kissing and loving wasn’t real. Suddenly Tommy Frank felt unclean. He rushed past Jim.

“Hey, your money,” Jim called after him. “Heck, if you don’t want it, that’s your problem. You rough trade gets crazier all the time. I’m going to have to stop picking up hustlers,” he mumbled to himself while reaching down to scoop up the twenty from the floor.

Tommy Frank stumbled out of the old conch house. The hunger pain in his stomach return with a vengeance. He felt suddenly dizzy. Moister clouded his vision. He swipped at his eyes with the sleave of his T-shirt as he stepped onto the sidewalk. His muscular shoulders slumped, hiding the power of his young body, as he headed back to Duval. The slightly burning sensation of his asshole angered him. Man, I am really green. Nobody wants a lover, they just want to have sex, Tommy Frank thought sadly. I can’t let anyone get to me so easily. Fuck them and leave them, that what I’ll do next time. He wiped his eyes again with the corner of his shirt sleeve.

The people Tommy Frank passed on Duval were faceless to him. It was as though he was sleep walking. The smell of French bread jared his mind back to normal. His vision cleared. He stepped to the right just in time to avoid colliding with an older couple wearing tags proclaiming them from one of the many cruise ship that visited Key West almost daily.

Finding himself back at the convenience store, Tommy Frank sat back on the same dirty steps where Jim had discovered him. He buried his head in his hands. Tears threatened but he forcefully held them back. Yet, he hurt so badly inside. With Jim he had briefly felt the passing feeling of being needed, being wanted by another man. He had hungered for that feeling every since he could remember. Now the feeling was gone and only a burning sensation in his asshole remained, but it left a void so deep in his soul that Tommy Frank shuddered.

Later he started watching the stream of people walking past. He looked for older men. He looked for a face that he could love. Occasionally he spotted an older man with the looks that he sought but they seemed to never glance his way. Was that the way it was going to be for the rest of his life? Finally Tommy Frank shook his head and stood up. It was time for action. If he wasn’t going to sale his body then he had to find a job, an honest job.

He had seen the homeless at Higgs Beach being fed by the county. The thoughts of standing in line for food sickened him. I can’t ever do that. I can’t live like them, sleeping in the mangrove swamps and coming out in the morning looking for food. I had rather die first, Tommy Frank thought as memories of watching the homeless flooded into his mind. “No,” he said outloud as he rose to his feet. “It is time I get my ass in gear and do what I have to do to surive,” he added as he walked west on Duval.

He started looking for Restaurants. He didn’t have to look very far. He stopped in at Pepe’s de Mission on Duval but was quickly told no when he asked for a dish washing job. He tried Harry’s Oyster Bar and Rich Richard’s but got the same story. Artist Cafe, a block off Duval looked too fancy. Tommy Frank walked by it twice before finally deciding to ask if they were hiring dish washers.

He stuck his head inside the door. The front dinning room looked so elegant with its black and white tiled floor and neat little Parisian tables all covered with white table clothes that Tommy Frank almost back out.

“Yes, can I help you?”

The familarity of the voice stopped him. Tommy Frank glanced to the right and spotted the dark young man about his own age leaning against a broom. Upon seeing the broom, Tommy Frank relaxed a bit. “Yea, well, I’m looking for a job as a dish washer.”

“Hey, I know you!” The young man said in a thick cuban accent. “Your name is Tommy something? Don’t you remember me? We met at Papillon the other night.”

“Yea, you’re the Cuban guy I met at Papillon’s! But to tell you the truth I don’t remember too much about that night or the next couple of days. Did we share a motel and wasn’t there an older man there. I remember someone crying out it’s too big, it’s too big. I don’t know whether it was your cock or mine he was talking about,” Tommy Frank said, excited to meet someone he knew.

“It was both of our cocks. I think between us we have the two biggest cocks in the whole state of Florida,” the dark kid stated as he held his hand up for five.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Tommy Frank said as he slapped his hand against the dark kid’s hand. As he pulled his hand back he notice the kid’s watch. I remember seeing the watch but I certainly don’t remember seeing your cock, Tommy Frank thought but outloud he said, “Any chance of getting a job here?”.

Go on back to the kitchen and ask. I used to do the dishes but I got promoted to busboy. Next I’ll get a waiter job. And a waiter’s job pays big bucks here,” the Cuban said. He was all smiles. “The old guy that Walt . . . I mean Mr. Wadkins hired quit just last night.” The Cuban said as he leaned against his broom. “I don’t blame him. It is really a shity job. There are too many damn dishes for one man to handle. It is be hell trying to keep ahead. especially on a Friday or Saturday night.. “Hell if you want the shit job go on to the kitchen and ask. It is that way.” He pointed toward the rear of the dinning room.

“There is no such thing as a shit job at the moment. I’ll take anything I can get,”Tommy Frank said and headed for the kitchen. He passed through another dinning room before reaching a swinging door. This must be the kitchen, Tommy Frank thought as he slowly pusshed the door open.

He stepped into a room in confusion. He hadn’t expected to find all the people rushing around the kitchen like chickens with their heads cut off. When he walked inside it seemed as though he had suddenly turned invisible. No one asked him what he wanted. No one even bothered to look at him.

Then out from nowhere stepped one of the most handsome men that Tommy Frank had ever seen. He looked to be in his late fifties. What little hair the man had was gray. He appeared to be about the same size as his father, well maybe a little heavier. When the man’s and Tommy Frank’s eyes met, the man smiled. The smile cut right to Tommy Frank’s heart. The smile was natural and not one like a bored disinterested merchants puts on when you enter a his shop.

“Hello, do you have a delivery?” The man asked cheerfully as he paused in front of Tommy Frank.

“No, Sir, I . . . I’m looking for a dish washing job.” Tommy Frank said as he stared deep into the man’s ice blue eyes. He felt as though the man’s eyes could see everything about him, even his soul.

“Well, we need one. Do you have any references?” The man asked as his blue eyes continued to expose Tommy Frank with such intensity that he blushed.

Tommy Frank shook his head. What can I say. I don’t even have a place to sleep, he thought as a sense of dispair began to settle over him. I should never have come inside.

“I see. Are you new in Key West?”

Tommy Frank, feeling his chances of getting the job slipping away even faster, just nodded yes.

“No place to stay, no money, hungry?” The man rattled off the words as though he had said them thousands of times.

“Sorry, I . . . I guess I’m wasting your time,” Tommy Frank said letting his head drop until his chin was almost touching his chest. Don’t let him see you cry, he thought, turning back toward the door.

“Hold on! I didn’t say that you weren’t going to get the job,” the man called out in a soft gentle voice.

Tommy Frank paused. He turned back with a faint look of hope and held his breath as he waited for the man’s next words.

“I need a dishwasher and I’ll bet you can do the job,” the man added enthusiastically as he beamed his special smile.

Hesitatantly Tommy Frank returned the smile as the faint hope blossomed in his chest. He felt embarrassed at his actions as he sought out the man’s beautiful blue eyes again. He had never seen such blue eyes before. Tommy Frank felt light headed just looking into the man’s wonderful eyes.

“Do you know the youth hostel on South Street?” The man said in his soft gentle tone as his eyes held Tommy Frank’s captive.

“Yes, Sir, I walked past it several time going to Higgs Beach,” Tommy Frank said. The man’s voice seemed to have a calming affect on him. “But, I . . . I’m broke,” he stuttered.

“You are not telling me anything that I didn’t already know. Here!” The man held out two twenty-dollar bills.

“What’s that for?” Tommy Frank asked suspiciously. Please, God, don’t let him think I am a hustler.

“ An advance on your first weeks pay. Now get a room and take a shower. I can’t have you in the kitchen looking and smelling like you do. Also, please try to wash your clothes before you come in to work. And be here at 4:30 p.m. Now run along and I’ll see you tonight, Kid!” The man said and gave him a quick nod of his head and then he disappeared back into the mingling mass of cooks and helpers.

Tommy Frank looked around for someone to ask who had hired him but the rush of white uniformed workers ignored him. As Tommy Frank turned to leave, he heard someone say, “Walt has fresh meat. He is crazy! I swear that man would trust a pit bull. I’ll bet he’ll never see the kid or his money again.”

Yes he will, Tommy Frank thought as he pushed opened the swinging door to the dinning room.

“Did you get the job?” The young Cuban, who was still leaning against his broom at the exactly same spot where he had left him, called out when Tommy Frank enter the front dinning room.

“Yea, I got it. Thanks for telling me about the opening. I would probably have turned around and left after seeing how elegant this joint is,” Tommy Frank answered cheerfully.

“Hey we shared a room and a trick,” the young man answered.

“Yea, well, I don’t really remember much about that,” For some reason I get uneasy just thinking about that night, Tommy Frank thought. “Say, tell me, who’s the bald headed guy with the deep blue eyes and soft voice? He is the one that hired me.”

“Figures.” The Cuban said in a less friendly tone.

“What do you mean?”

“That’s the owner. His name is Walt Wadkins. He hired me too. You will like him and he is really nice to work for. He already likes you or he wouldn’t have hired you. Kid, you haven’t been here but a week and you are already on the way up,” the Cuban said with a twinge of jealousy in his voice. “ You know it took me three months to land a job here. But then he’ll get tired of you like he does everyone else. Walt will never change. Nice man but don’t get serious with him.”

“Yea, thanks for the advice. But I . . . I’m just looking for a job,” Tommy Frank said suddenly loosing his new found cheerfulness. “By the way, I hate to admit it but I don’t remember your name,” Tommy Frank said. “And I do appreciate all your help just in getting the job. Just wished I could remember more about the time we spend together earlier.”

“We just hung out together and fucked the brains out of some old man from Iowa,” the Cuban stated mater of fatly.

“Hey, I . . . I don’t know your name,” Tommy Frank said suddenly realizing that he didn’t remember the Cuban’s name.

“Jesus Martinez,” the Cuban said the name proudly. “It is an important name in Cuba,” he added with a smile from ear to ear.

“Well, thanks again, Jesus. I got to run and try to get a room at the youth hostel,” Tommy Frank said as he turned and hurried out the door.

There was new spring in Tommy Frank’s steps as he hurried down Simonton Street and then turned onto South Street. Man, Walt is good looking. Never seen someone so handsome, Tommy Frank thought not able to keep his mind off the owner of Artist Cafe.

 He couldn’t help but comparing him with the creep Jim. They seemed as different as night and day. I wonder if Walt hired me because he found me attractive?, Tommy Frank thought as he walked along South Street. Oh, please God! He has got to like me! Tommy Frank shook his head. With his luck he knew that the odds were against him. It is not likely that he will be interested in a nobody like me. Anyway from what Jesus said, he must play the field a lot. He probably has a new one every week. God, I hope not.

As Tommy Frank hurried along South Street, he noticed the beauty of the street for the first time. Tall coconut palms, loaded with yellow and green coconuts, lined each side of the street. Between the palms and in the tiny yards that he passed were flowers, tons of flowering bushes and trees. Look how dumb I am. I can’t even name one of them. The thoughts sadden Tommy Frank slightly but he remembered Walt’s smile and those incredible blue eyes and his mood lightened quickly.

The youth hostel was humming already. Tommy Frank heard what sounded like French and German being spoken as young men and women of varied nationalites mulled around the office window and the rental shop. The excitement of the place made Tommy Frank smile as did the price of a bunk. He was told that for two dollars more he would get dinner and breakfast. Thoughts of food almost made the tall blond kid almost faint. But shook his head and just paid for a bunk for two nights. He still had enough money to laundry his clothes and buy food for a couple of day with a little extra left over.

But first he wanted to see what the inside of the youth hostel looked like. What he found was chaos! A long hallway steaming with young men and women going and coming from small room each with four bunks. At the end of the hall was a bathroom with a long line waiting to get in. As Tommy Frank neared the line he could hear loud moans and groans coming from the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” He asked a short dark boy that looked to be Spanish.

“Two boys are fucking in the water closet! They have been at it for an hour!” He declared in an accent so thick that Tommy Frank had to concentrate on each word to understand him. “You can’t even get a comfortable night sleep for all the grunts and moans,” the kid said rolling his eyes. “My name is Emanuel,” he added introducing himself.

“Tommy Frank, glad to meet you,” Tommy Frank lied. He didn’t like the intense way the kid was looking at him. It reminded him of how he must have been looking at Mr. Wadkins. “Well, I have to go and get something to eat. See you later,” Tommy Frank said. He didn’t wait for a response.

Tommy Frank stuck his head into the room assigned to him. A dark haired boy was sitting on a bottom of the first bunk. A kid with long blond hair wearing only his underwear was standing in the middle of the room talking to the black haired guy. Tommy Frank counted ten bunks in the room.

“You assigned to this room too?” The blond kid asked with interest as he nudged his crotch. It was hard to miss the growing bulge but the kid glanced down at the front of his jockey shorts to make sure Tommy Frank didn’t miss seeing his semi-hard on.

“Yea,” Tommy Frank answered and then duck back into the hall. Damn! I can’t stand it when young guys come on to me. Why am I straight when it comes to young guys and gay with older men? Tommy Frank asked himself.

Back on the street, it was Tommy Frank’s stomach that took over. He knew that he should head for the Burger King down near Old Mallory Square, but he was tired and that was just too far to walk. So he stopped at the Deli and ordered the cheapest item on the menu, an egg sandwich.

“Something to drink?” the nice lady behind the counter asked.

Tommy Frank looked at the cokes she had on ice in a barrel next to him but shook his head. “No thanks.” Got to save money.

Outside, Tommy Frank found a vacant picnic table facing South Street. He sat watching the traffic as he ate his sandwich slowly, savoring every delicious bite. He couldn’t remember when eggs had tasted half as good.

Eating at the Deli had other advantages than just being close by. Over looking South Street and straight across from the Atlanta Shores he could see people coming and going from the beach bar at the motel as well as from Papillon Bar, the gay bar. Of the gay bars in town, Papillon was Tommy Frank’s favorite. He suddenly remembered that it opened at eleven A.m.

Tommy Frank fished inside his pocket and pulled out his money. He looked at it long and hard and then over at Papillon. I wonder if there are any older men in the bar now. Maybe I should go over for a drink. If there isn’t anybody interesting inside, I’ll walk right out again,Tommy Frank thought as he slowly chewed on the last bite of his egg sandwich. He knew he had enough extra money for one beer. He glanced at his watch. He had plenty of time too.

Fully prepared to turn around and walk out if there was no one in the bar interesting, Tommy Frank hurried acrossed the street and walked inside Papillon. He scanned the bar in one quick glance. He counted five customers, an older lady, two men in their late thirties, and on the far end of the bar, sitting side by side older couple. Bingo! One of the men was tall and good-looking but his companion was short and rather ugly. Both appeared to be in their late sixties.

Tommy Frank made a bee line to the far end of the bar. He sat beside the taller good-looking one.

“What would you like?” The young long haired bartender asked in a friendly manner. Tommy Frank had seen him before and tried to remember his name.

“A Bud, Patrick.” Tommy Frank said finally pulling a name from his fuzzy memories of the past few days.

“You got it. Didn’t I see you in here a couple of day ago with Jesus?” Patrick asked as he brushed his long silky hair off his shoulder with a flick of his hand as he open a cooler and pulled out a Budweiser.

“Yea, this is my favorite bar,” Tommy Frank said pleased that he had been remembered.

“You here on vacation?”

“No, I moved down here. Just got a job at Artist Cafe as a dish washer,” Tommy Frank said proudly as he paid for the beer.

“That’s where Jesus works. Well, I wish you luck. Key West is a very expensive town and it is hard to make a living on a dish washer’s pay, just ask Jesus,” Patrick said brushing his off his shoulder again.

Tommy Frank caught the implications of the remark. “I’m staying at the youth hostel and it’s cheap.”

Patrick raised his eyebrows and glanced over at the two older men. “Do you know Curt and John?” He asked and motioning toward them with his hand. “They are visiting from Key Colony Beach. They get too boring just fishing all the time so they drive down to Key West and spend the night slumming.”

“My name is Tommy Frank. Nice to meet you all.” Tommy Frank quickly said nodding toward the tall good-looking man seated next to him.

The tall man’s eyes light up at the introduction. He spoke first. “How do you like staying at the youth hostel,” he asked? He winked. “I bet there is constant action going on there. I certainly would like to bunk with all those horny boys,” he added.

His name is Curt, Tommy Frank thought as the short ugly man next to Curt said, “Hell, Curt, they wouldn’t pay an old fart like you any attention.”

“Hey, John, there are some young men that appreciate older men.” Curt nodded in Patrick’s direction. “Isn’t that right Patrick? You and I had some good years, didn’t we.” Curt said slightly slurring his words as he spoke.

“John, you better take him to his room, he getting in that mood again,” Patrick remarked as he turned quick enough to cause his long brown hair to swing out from his body and cascade back down on his shoulders. He began to wash some dirty beer glasses as though to show them he had more things to do than listen to their snide coments.

“I . . . I like older men,” Tommy Frank said, fearing that the men were going to leave before he could really make contact with them.

“See this good looking young man just said that he likes older men, John!” Curt said as he placed his arm around Tommy Frank’s strong shoulders. “My, my, he is good looking, isn’t he, John. Look what a muscular body and it’s all natural. I bet you have never lifted weights, have you, Kid?”

The short ugly man nodded in agreement as he glanced around his friend to admire Tommy Frank’s body..

“No, I had to lift enough hundred pound sacks of fertilizer, I didn’t need to go to a gym. Are . . . are you two lovers?” Tommy Frank said leaning over so that he could make eye contact with John.

“Hell no, we just live together,” John answered with an indigent look on his face.

“I look after John,” Curt added as he let his hand slip over Tommy Frank’s shoulder and down Tommy Frank’s chest far enough that his fingers touched Tommy Frank’s nipples. Curt pinched Tommy Frank’s right nipple then begin moving his thumb back and forth over the kid’s aroused nipple.

“Don’t believe that!” Patrick called out from the sink. “John might be older, but he is the one that looks after Curt. Isn’t that right John?”

The short ugly man just nodded but didn’t take his eyes of Curt and Tommy Frank.

“Excuse me?” Tommy Frank said finding the mischievous hand embarrassing. “Got to go to the men’s room,” he added as he disengaged himself from Curt’s arm.

Inside the bathroom, Tommy Frank took the urinal instead of the two stalls. As he unzipped his pants and took his long cock out he glanced over at the big glory hole cut in the wall between the two stalls. He had only started pissing a stream when he heard the door to the bathroom opened.

“Nature calls,” Curt said almost stumbled into the bathroom and made his way first stall.

Tommy Frank fought against an urge to go inside the other stall and kneel down and peek through the glory hole at Curt’s cock. He did glance over at the glory hole again. A cock! Suddenly the head of a big cock appeared through the glory hole. Tommy Frank couldn’t believe that the old man was actually sticking his cock through the large hole. He must be drunk, Tommy Frank thought as he hesitated a moment before shoving his own cock back in his pants, zipped them up and walked into the empty stall. He glanced down at the long thick cock protruding from the glory hole. Reaching down and caught hold of the Curt’s cockhead and skinned the long foreskin completely back over his cockhead. “You have a beautiful cock,” Tommy Frank whispered.

“Suck it some!” Curt ordered as he shoved a good seven inches of cock shaft through the glory hole. “See if you can take it all the way,” Curt urged.

Tommy Frank glanced to the door. Then he dropped to his knees. Quickly before he lost his nerve, he took Curt’s cockhead inside his mouth and began sucking it.

“Yes, that feels good. I love to have my cock sucked. I don’t suck cock myself, but if you want to suck me off we can go to my room,” Curt said.

“OK,” Tommy Frank said. “Gee, you’ve got a big long one,”he added as he pulled his mouth away from Curt’s cock and stood up. Then without saying anything else and walked out.

Tommy Frank hoped he wasn’t blushing as he tried to stroll innocently back to his bar stool. John stared at him intensely all the way across the room. Patrick did also but he smiled and winked. When Curt returned, he stumbled over his own feet as he approached the bar and almost fell.

“Time to take him to your room, John,” Patrick called out in a serious tone.

“Curt, let’s go to the room?” John asked.

“I’m ready. I asked . . . what did you say your name is?” He asked turning to Tommy Frank.

“Tommy Frank.”

“I asked Tommy Frank to join us,” Curt finished his sentence sluring his words so badly that it was difficult to understand him.

John nodded. He looked over at Tommy Frank and smiled as he pulled on Curt’s arm.

“Come along, Tommy Frank.” Curt said as he let John help him got off the bar stool. His movements were so unsteady that Tommy Frank grabbed hold of Curt’s other arm to steady him. “I always like help from a good-looking muscular blond. Patrick used to help me, didn’t you, Patrick?”

“Later guys!” Patrick said, dismissing them with a smile and a wave of his hand.

When John unlocked the door of their room, Tommy Frank was surprised to find a third man laying on one of the double beds.

“That’s Robert from Georgia. We came to Key West to show him a good time. Guess he started drinking too early this morning,” Curt explained while staggering over to the other bed. “But don’t mind him, he’ll never even wake up,” he added as he begin undressing. “Take your clothes off and let’s see your strong young body, Tommy.”

Tommy Frank hesitated and looked at John as though to protest his presence.

“Oh, John is harmless. His cock isn’t big enough to even jack off. He just likes to watch,” Curt said as he let his pants drop to the floor.

When Tommy Frank didn’t move. Curt pulled down his underwear and kicked out of them. Suddenly all of Tommy Frank’s hesitation disappeared. The man’s cock looked almost as long and thick as his own. Tommy Frank loved the overhang of foreskin and the thick veins that run along the shaft of Curt’s cock. He just couldn’t resist the urge to suck the tall man’s cock some more even if he had to do it in front of John.

“Hey, yours is even bigger than mine?” Curt accused as he watched from the bed while Tommy Frank quickly striped off his clothes. “Look at it, John! You ever seen a cock like that?”

John shook his head as he too began to undress. Tommy Frank glanced uneasily over at the short ugly man. John avoided eye contact with him as he continued to undress. Tommy Frank hesitated a moment then looked at Curt waving his long semi-hard cock back and forth. He made up his mind and hurriedly climbed into bed with Curt. He tensed up as John followed him into the bed. But the short man, who had left his under shorts on, turned his back to the two them and lay quietly on the far side of the bed.

“Suck on it. Make it hard,” Curt said. “I love to have it suck until I shoot off my big load.”

In a frenzy for sex, Tommy Frank grabbed hold of Curt’s long cock and slowly pulled the loose foreskin back until his cockhead was fully exposed. “You have a beautiful cock,” Tommy Frank said pausing a second to admire it.

“It isn’t as big or as beautiful as yours. Never seen one as thick as yours. Seen a few as long but nothing close to being as thick. Now get down and suck me a little. Make my old cock hard,” Curt said as he put his hand on the top of Tommy Frank head and forced him down toward the foot of the bed. “Suck it.”

Tommy Frank let himself be maneuvered into position. He liked the thought that Curt was forcing him go down on his big cock. He kissed the head of Curt’s cock but didn’t take it inot his mouth immediately.

“Suck it!” Curt demanded.

 Tommy Frank happily obeyed. He swallowed the head of Curt’s cock with out pulling back the foreskin. The foreskin tasted a little pissy, but he loved the soft feel of it inside his mouth. Curt’s cock was certainly cleaner than the old man’s that had picked him up in front of the convenience store. That incident seemed like days ago instead of only a few hours ago.

As Tommy Frank sucked and worked his tongue up and down the long, vein linded shaft of Curt’s cock, he became aware of John stirring beside him. He could feel the short man turning around to face them. Tommy Frank glanced out of the corner of his eye in time to see John reaching over toward him. For a moment, Tommy Frank considered telling him no. He really didn’t want anything sexually to do with the other man. However, he was so excited from sucking on Curt’s big cock that he remained silent Then it was too late. John grabbed his cock and began to skillfully pump it. The feeling was so fantastic than Tommy Frank couldn’t bring himself to tell John to stop.

Letting himself enjoy John’s skillful hand, Tommy Frank went back to sucking on Curt’s long thick cock. He begin swallowing as he pulled back to foreskin. He took Curt’s cock an inch at a time down his throat. With about half of Curt’s cock stuffed down his throat, he felt John’s lips close around his own cock. The short man’s hot mouth caused Tommy Frank to moan deep inside his cock stuffed throat. He tried not to think that it was John sucking his cock. He imagined that it was his new boss, Walt Wadkins. Those thoughts turned out to be too hot and he had to abandon the image or risk shooting off prematurely.

Although Tommy Frank had never sucked a cock as long as Curt’s, he was so hot that he managed to swallow the entire thing. It did help that Curt’s cock wasn’t fully hard.

Tommy Frank worked over Curt’s cock several minutes with little results. It didn’t get any harder. Tommy Frank didn’t mind, but when John noticed that his friend didn’t have a hard-on he seemed irratated. “Get it up, Curt. What’s wrong with you? Get it up,” John called sternly.

“You try it,” Tommy Frank said suddenly wanting to watch the short man sucking on his friend’s cock. John seemed reluctant to give up Tommy Frank’s strange cock for one that obviously he had sucked many times. “Come on, I want to see you suck his cock.” Tommy Frank urged as he pulled his own cock out of John’s mouth.

As the short man moved down between his tall friend’s legs, Tommy Frank pushed himself back and began to masturbate as he watched John vacuumed in Curt’s cock as thought it was only a couple of inches long. The sight of John so easily sucking Curt’s long thick cock got Tommy Frank more excited the longer he watched. He didn’t mean to cum. He wanted another go at Curt’s cock.

“Heck,I’m cuming,” he warned as cum shot from his huge cock. The entire load struck John squarely in the face.

Curt’s eyes bulged out as he witnessed the stream of thick white cum flying into his friend’s face. He moaned as he shot his own load.

 John stiffened and then began to swallow his friend’s load as rapidly as possible. Yet, the short man was unable to handle all of Curt’s cum. White liquid begin spilling out of the corner of his mouth and running down his chin.

Tommy Frank waited for John to stop sucking Curt’s cock. However as time passed and John keep sucking on the tall man’s cock, Tommy Frank decided to get dressed. He was already buttoning his shirt when John raised his head from between Curt’s legs.

“Bet you never seen so much cum in your life?” He said with a smile from ear to ear as he wiped cum from his chin. “Curt’s doesn’t cum very often but when he does, lookout!”

“Lookout for what?” Asked a voice from the other bed.

Tommy Frank glanced over and found a fat man sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did I miss something?” The man asked in a sleepy voice.

“Just the biggest cock I have ever seen!” Curt called out as he grabbed John’s head and forced it down against the drops of cum on the sheets. “Clean it up I’m still dripping!”

“The kid has a cock bigger than yours, Curt?” The man asked in disbelief.

“Much bigger!” Curt answered. “And his gets hard as a rock. Hard enough to have fuck your big asshole, Robert,” he added.

“You want to fuck me, Kid?” Robert turned to ask Tommy Frank.

“Sorry, it is too late. I already shot off.” Tommy Frank responded.

“I bet a young kid like you can get it up four or five times in a row,” the fat man said turning over on his stomach and reaching back and pulling the cheeks of his ass so wide apart that his asshole opened up into a large hole. “I love getting fuck by a big cock. You can see that I can take you.”

“Some other time, maybe,” Tommy Frank said as he quickly finished buttoning his shirt.

“Wait! Take down my telephone number and give us a call when you want of come for a visit. We’ll even drive to Key West and pick you up,” Curt said. “John, get something to write with and give him our number,” he added pushing his friend away from his cock.

Tommy Frank fidgeted around nervously but tried to hide his desire to leave quickly. He felt as though he had just done something wrong. He just wanted to be away from the room and the three strange men. The thoughts of Curt possibly fucking the fat guy repulsed Tommy Frank so much that he couldn’t look at Curt’s big limp cock anymore.

“Here’s our address and telephone number,” John said handing Tommy Frank a brown piece of paper torn off a grocery bag.

“Now you call us soon. We are leaving early tomorrow morning to go back to Key Colony Beach,” Curt said as Tommy Frank took the note.

“Yea, sure, I‘ll give you guys a call,” Tommy Frank lied as he opened the door. “See you later,” he called over his shoulder as he closed the door behind himself.

Tommy Frank walked a few steps and then stopped and took a deep breath. Then he tossed the piece of paper away and looked down at his watch. I got plenty of time, plenty of time.