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stroking it now. Fat drops of clear liquid oozed out and he used it to rub himself faster. "Want a taste, boy?"
    I tore my eyes off the thing and looked up in alarm. Taste it? Did he mean put my mouth around it? Did people do that? I thought of what it would be like. How would it taste? And found myself getting so hard it hurt. I reached down to my own crotch, but he beat me to it. He stepped up to me and without a word, pushed me against the closed door.
    He held me there as he pulled my own hard dick out. "No one can come in now." He put his hand on the back of my head and urged me down. "Come on, boy. Suck me. I can see you want to."
    "Oh, I don't know--"
    "Sure you do." His voice was hoarse now. It caught in his throat when I knelt down and put my face right up to his prick.
    I'd never seen one so close before. The round head that looked wet from the cum was thick and purplish. It had a slit on top where the liquid oozed from and it was surrounded by wrinkled flesh that looked soft. Behind it, I could see part of a hairy set of balls. I reached up to touch his dick, circling the thick rod with one hand. Above me, he whimpered and pushed into my hand. When I reached over and touched it with my tongue, both of his hands went to the top of my head and urged me on. I never knew that I could do this to someone with just my mouth. I felt dizzy.
    I slipped my lips around him. He tasted musky and salty. Heat poured off him and it pulsed under my mouth. I tasted piss, but I no longer cared. It seemed only natural to bob my head up and down, taking as much of him in as I could, then sliding back off, stroking him with my tongue and lips instead of my fingers.
    He was caught up in it now, rocking back and forth, making soft gasping sounds and growing wilder by the second. Finally, his dick pulsed and he shot a load of salty, thick liquid into my mouth. Without thinking I swallowed it and kept swallowing until he stopped pumping it out. When his dick grew soft, he jerked it out of my mouth and buttoned himself back up real fast.
    Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a five dollar bill which he thrust at me. "That was incredible, kid. You've got one hell of a mouth on you."
    Then he pushed me aside and raced out, leaving me with a hard-on and the taste of his stuff in my mouth. With that memory I got off quickly, cleaned up and went back into the station. The girl was still there. The older man wasn't.
    I didn't want to talk to anyone, so I sat alone on the far side of the now busy station. The girl looked hurt, but cheered up when a young man in a Navy uniform sat beside her and started talking.
    The train came fifteen minutes later. Within a half hour I watched the soot covered station fall behind as we rolled west into the darkness of a hard winter night.

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    Los Angeles, 1933
     
    Ben stayed away from Johnny's for over two weeks. He only returned when his needs overcame his shame. He didn't dare risk roaming the parks that were known pansy hangouts. Getting caught doing that would be his end. The underground clubs were dangerous enough.
    Johnny's didn't look any different. The broken tables had been fixed or replaced. The mirror was back, showing men swaying and writhing on the dance floor that had been covered with blood eighteen days ago.
    Peaches wasn't at the door. Ben felt bad about that. He'd heard the drag queen had been in the hospital for nearly a week, and was still off with a shattered arm and broken jaw. Ben hadn't had the guts to go see her. He didn't even dare send word to her in case someone intercepted his message.
    Except for the phone call last night, he hadn't heard from Kevin, either. The call had startled him. Kevin never called. They met at Johnny's or they didn't. He knew his lover would be at the club most Friday and Saturday nights. Depending on what watch he was on, Ben would show up on those days. He knew if he didn't come, Kevin would find someone else. There was nothing permanent about