I looked up when Sissy and Tonya squealed. Daddy was chasing them, and looking pissed. Sissy saw me looking dejected.
“Oh, baby,” she cooed, rushing up to me, “what’s the matter?” But Tonya was behind her, blocking Daddy.
“Get him outta here!” Tonya screeched. “Daddy wants to fuck him!”
Daddy had his huge dick in his hand and was coming straight at me.
“I wanna fuck the little virgin,” he said. “She’s ripe for my dick. That I can give her, that’s for sure,” and he reached for me. I jumped up and got out of his way as he lunged after me, his monster dick in his hand.
“Easy, Daddy,” Tonya pleaded, holding him in check. She shouted to Sissy, “Get him the fuck outta here, now! Hurry up!”
She blocked Daddy again.
“I’m going to fuck that little pussy,” he shouted, waving his big dick. “Up your ass, you pussy!”
But by then I’d bolted out the front door and was running, trying to get as far away as I could.
Sissy was running right behind me, her halter top off but her yellow leggings and shoes on.
“Wait up!” she called, trying to get her top back on as she ran. Her bare chest elicited a few incredulous looks—is that a flat-chested girl or a faggoty boy?—as she ran up the street. “Slow down, slow down!” she shouted.
I stopped, turning to her.
“Jesus, what’s your hurry?” She’d gotten her halter top over her shoulders and was patting her messed-up hair.
“Can we go?” I pleaded. I just wanted to get off that wicked, ass-fucking block. She looked behind her.
“He’s not coming after you,” she said as she turned back to me. “He ain’t gonna get you,” she said, but I was certain I saw a smirk on her lips. “So you got a little fuck in the ass, what’s the big deal?”
I was disgusted. “Oh, fuck you!” I turned onto 5th Avenue and began walking downtown. The wide avenue was a welcome relief from the cramped block and my mood. I slowed my pace and she caught up to me.
“Your Big Daddy’s sick,” I said. “A sick, sick jerk.”
She shrugged. “He ain’t my Big Daddy. Anyway, he must have thought you wanted it.” She took my hand. “Didn’t you?”
I glared at her, my teeth clenched. “No, I didn’t it want it. Why’d you bring me to that faggot place? I’m not a sick faggot, like you are.”
She snorted. “Excuse me? You’re not?” She stopped and stamped her foot. “I was certain that you were. Now, how could I think that?”
I glared at her. “Go to hell, you bitch!” I ripped my arm away from her, turned off 5th Avenue and hurried down 8th Street.
Bitch is exactly right! Goddamned, stinking bitch!
I headed for St. Marks Place, passing the bookstores, record shops, and head shops with their pipes and druggie goods, leaving Sissy behind me.
Stupid drug addicts. I was standing on 1st Avenue thinking about Sissy when I suddenly jerked awake. Kid Paulie was looking right at me, smiling cruelly.
“Hey, motherfucker,” he grunted. “Where’s your cocksucking bitch girlfriend? She’s gonna get my dick in that nogood, ugly mouth of hers.”
I took a step back from him. His face was pockmarked, and it made him look scary.
“How do I know?” I stuttered. “She ain’t no girlfriend of mine.”
“Oh no, you pussy? Then why was you at her place so often?”
I shrugged. “Knew her from school, that’s all.”
He glared at me. “You’re gonna suck my dick, too, you faggot.” I took another step back. “Hey, where you going? Get back here, you motherfucking cocksucker!”
But I was gone, running down 1st Avenue, past the diner where Sissy’s mother worked and turning back to see if Paulie was coming after me. He wasn’t. I darted into my building and let out a deep breath.
I’m surrounded by crazy people! Lunatics who just want to fuck me in the ass or knock my teeth out. Pathetic losers is what they all are, a bunch of whackos.
I raced up the dim stairs. Mom was home as usual on Sunday. She was watching some silly comedy on TV; I heard her chuckling as I opened the door. It had been almost a year since the fire, all my naked heroism long forgotten. Though once in a while a neighbor mentioned my carrying Sissy out, and winked at me knowingly. I tried to ignore them, shaking my head at the sexual innuendos. Assholes, I cursed. But was I one, too? A fairy? A queer, a faggot? In the past few days I’d been hanging around Sissy. In a way, we were one, two birds of a feather, you might say. Still, we didn’t do anything sexual! Can’t they understand that? Yeah. Who was I trying to kid?
I nodded to Mom and she chuckled and waved back, watching her show. I shut my door, dropped my pants and sat in my chair in front of the mirror, gripping my dick. A few easy strokes and my anger engorged along with my cock. I mumbled curses as I jerked faster and faster.
“Bitch, cunt, whore!” I spat out. But who was I really cursing? These vile, pretend females who were no better than prostitutes? But I looked up suddenly, and there was Mom standing in my doorway. How had I not heard her open my door? Mom just shook her head, then turned and walked away as my semen kept spilling out.
I got myself together and went back into the living room, red-faced. Mom was watching some asinine program again, eating potato chips. She didn’t say anything, but she bit viciously into each chip, chewed it like she wanted to destroy it.
“I’m gonna go out,” I said, shamefaced as she bit into another chip.
Crunch! “Uh-huh, you do that. Say hello to your… what’s her name, Pissy?” Crunch!
Okay, Mom was being snide. I looked at her. “Mom, I’m sorry, really sorry,” I said, my head bowed.
Crunch! Crunch!
She said nothing as I turned and went out, shutting the door behind me. The landlord had finally gotten a certificate of occupancy on his lousy rehabbing of poor Pips’ apartment. I looked at the apartment door. Most likely a new tenant would be coming in very shortly. With my luck it would be some snotty, nosy kids who’d always be in my way. “Shit!” I spat at the new door and descended the stairs.
But the day was almost gone. Sundays always seem to rush by and you never knew where they went. You went outside for a few hours and you suddenly wondered where the hell the day had gone.
I wandered over to Tompkins Square Park, passing the old Ukrainian men on 7th Street. They just sat and talked all day, always commenting on people and laughing smugly. How did they have the gall to laugh at everyone? I heard girls laughing and shouting behind me. I turned around and saw Sissy Godiva and big-titted Tonya. Sissy was wearing her purple halter top and yellow leggings, while Tonya strutted next to her in pants and a tight turtleneck, both the color of her skin. Man, that was a real eye-opener—she looked just like she was walking through the park naked. My eyes felt like they were bulging out, just like the other men watching her, and my dick stood at attention. I gave myself a squeeze. The two girls looked my way but decided to ignore me—there were dozens of people around. They just giggled and bustled along the path. Catcalls echoed after them as they turned onto Avenue B, then made their way along 7th Street toward Avenue C.
I rubbed myself again. It was good that I’d jerked off at home, even if Mom had caught me. I went after the girls. They passed Spanish men sipping beer out of cans and making lewd comments, just like the Ukrainian men. They wanted to fuck the shit out of the big-breasted naked woman. As Sissy and Tonya turned onto Avenue C, the catcalls died out, though the sex-filled chatter went on.
They made it to 2nd Street and stopped a few doors down from Sissy’s place. They were still gossiping and holding hands, now and then glancing at Kid Paulie, who was sitting on the stoop as if waiting for them. Paulie was staring at Tonya and rubbing his crotch, aroused at the naked-seeming beauty.
Tonya and Sissy air kissed and parted. Sissy smiled and waved as Tonya made her way up the street toward the Avenue D housing projects. Kid Paulie jumped up and went after the massive-breasted To
nya.
I crossed the street and came up to Sissy. “Hey, I’m sorry. I really am,” I said, looking down.
Sissy smirked and shook her head. “Oh, forget it. Did you see what just happened?” she asked, grinning at me. “He took the bait. Now we’re gonna reel him in. Oh, boy, what a jerk he is!” She laughed and wiped her eyes, smudging her makeup. The smears somehow made her seem that much more erotic. I instantly had a hard-on.
“What are you talking about? What bait?”
She smiled cunningly and stepped up next to me. What could I do but put an arm about her shoulders?
“Those big tits of hers was the bait, I knew he’d go after them. All you guys are like that, you see some bitch’s knockers and you drop everything, going after the bimbo. That is, until you find out what a big dick the bimbo has in store for you!”
Sissy laughed, then suddenly froze as a middle-aged woman holding a belt ran out of the building and past us. “Holy shit, this is great! It’s fantastic! She’s just as much of an asshole as he is.” She laughed again. “This is just awesome! C’mon, let’s go, I gotta see what happens.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I went after her. She told me the plan they’d cooked up. Kid Paulie was getting more brazen and cruder each day. He’d gone from commenting to pawing her, as if she were his. She’d tried to shove him off, but he kept grabbing at her ass and little tits. Sissy knew that sooner or later he’d catch her and make her give him a blowjob, and then he’d rape her. And he’d hit her and brutalize her. No way did she want ugly Kid Paulie to touch her. She hawked and spat.
“So that was when I had this idea,” she said. Tonya would lure him in. He was attracted to Tonya and instantly took the bait. “Oh boy, oh boy,” she grinned as we followed the woman through the projects, presuming that Kid Paulie and Tonya were farther up ahead.
“But who’s the woman? What does she have to do with him?”
“Don’t you recognize her? That’s his mother. She’s gonna kick his ass, that’s for sure.”
Made sense, I knew. He was going to get it sooner or later. From his mother or someone else, it didn’t matter.
We suddenly saw Tonya again, walking up the ramp to FDR Drive, which would take her into the East River Park. She kept turning back to look at Kid Paulie, who rubbed his crotch whenever she turned. She sure looked naked up on the walkway. A few cars honked as they sped under her, and I’m sure many of the drivers were pissed that they’d lost out on their chance of getting the naked, big-titted beauty.
Kid Paulie was just stepping onto the bridge. It was a parade, with Tonya in the lead, Paulie following her, his mother fuming behind him, and Sissy and me at the rear. A real nutty parade is what it was, a gay, queer, trannie patrol.
Sissy and I stepped off the bridge into an overgrown path. Damn, we couldn’t see anyone! Sissy hurried down one path, then another, but she still she didn’t see them.
“Oh, no, we lost them,” she whimpered. She bit her lips nervously and looked around desperately. Then we saw Tonya walking by the fence at the river, still looking back to watch Kid Paulie get closer. She finally turned and stopped to wait for him. We held our breaths as we slunk nearer. Paulie had pulled his cock and balls out of his pants, while Tonya had raised her skintight turtleneck, exposing her big breasts.
“Aw, damn,” Sissy sulked, looking around. “There’s no one here to see. Where the fuck are the witnesses?”
In the growing Sunday-evening darkness, the park was empty of strollers and idlers. It felt desolate. Where were those damned jocks?
“Motherfucker, this ain’t gonna work!” she hissed. “We need people to see what’s happening. Aw, damn!”
Suddenly Kid Paulie’s mother ran out from behind a clump of bushes, still waving the belt.
Paulie didn’t see her. He was by the riverfront railing, his hands on Tonya’s hips and his head dipped between her two gorgeous breasts, licking each luscious orb as if it was a gift from the gods, lovingly worshipping each one. He knelt and licked her belly, tugging her pants down. Then he pulled back and stared at Tonya’s stiff penis bobbing an inch from his mouth. What could he do? He swallowed the beautiful delicacy.
“Oh, my God, no!” We heard Paulie’s mother shriek, a thin wail at our distance. She’d almost caught up to them. “No, no, no!”
But Paulie and Tonya were lost in their own erotic bliss, and they didn’t hear a word. Tonya had her hands on Paulie’s head as he sucked her off. Tonya finally looked up when Paulie’s mother was just a few feet from them, shrieking hysterically, making to hit Paulie with the belt.
We heard Tonya shout “What the fuck?” and saw the belt hit the back of Kid Paulie’s head and Tonya’s belly. The woman didn’t care that she was hitting Tonya as well as her son.
Tonya squealed and ran for us, trying to pull her leggings back up as she ran. Paulie was trying to protect himself from the blows raining down on him, and we heard him yell, “stop it, Ma, stop it!” He managed to get to his feet, then punched her shoulder one, two, three times. The fourth knocked her back. Just then a man erupted from the bushes and hit Paulie, knocking him down. We learned later that this was Paulie’s father. He’d been following his wife, thinking she was rushing out to meet a lover.
Paulie’s father hit his wife and knocked her out. Then he went after Paulie again. Paulie defended himself pretty well, but his father overpowered him with blow after blow. Then police cars poured into the park and Paulie’s and father started to fight the cops, laying two or three out. The cops finally knocked out Paulie’s dad with a baton to the head. But by then Tonya, Sissy, and me were up on the bridge, watching how it went down.
Chapter 31 It was dark when we got back to Tonya’s place. The streets seemed a little quieter than normal, even for a Sunday evening. “I’m not going back into the apartment, fuck that shit,” I said to Tonya. “That queer guy’s gonna try and rape me again, no thanks!” I leaned on a car, refusing to go any farther.
Tonya snorted and waved dismissively. “What queer guy? Daddy’s a big old pussy. He thought you wanted it, that’s why he was acting like he did. All you had do was tell him no! That would have stopped him. But you didn’t say anything, so he just got a little more excited. But you liked it, didn’t you?”
I glared at her. “No, I didn’t like it. He’s a stinking pervert, that’s what he is!” I pushed myself off the car and walked away, suddenly finding myself on Daddy’s doorstep.
“He’s not in,” she shrugged, coming over to me. Should I go in with them or shouldn’t I? I followed them down the stairs. Tonya was right, Daddy wasn’t in. I let out a big breath.
“No way do I want his big dick in me. I’m not queer!” Tonya looked at Sissy and they both snorted, exploding into laughter.
“Hmm, now where did we just hear that?” Tonya asked, still grinning at Sissy. “Wasn’t that Kid Paulie squealing to his momma that he wasn’t a queer? My ass, he wasn’t queer! Her little baby boy has been out sucking dick all along and denying it, too! I could tell when he put his mouth on my cock. No, I’m not a queer! No, I’m not a queer! Gimme a break, what a farce!”
I could feel myself turning beet red. Those were the exact words I’d been saying all along, I’m not queer! I’m not queer!
Tonya pulled off her tights and blouse. She looked almost the same naked, her clothes matched her skin so well.
How many days had I spent looking at myself in my mirror? Had I been looking at the real me or a made-up me? And every time I saw my image in a shop window, my dick had gotten so hard that I leered at myself, saw myself blushing in recognition. Was I the “me” I’d imagined myself to be? Was I in love with an image of myself?
Tonya was going for a shower. “Gotta get that asshole’s spit off me,” she said, shivering. “You say they were all one family?” Sissy nodded. “They give me the creeps, slapping and beating each other up that way,” she said. “Nothing but low lifes, if you ask me.” She disappeared into the bathroom and
we heard the water running.
Sissy stretched and yawned. “Man, I’m beat.” She sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her. “Ain’t you beat, too?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine, I’m okay.”
“Bet you wanna give yourself a nice beating off, don’t you?” she asked, fluttering her lashes. “I always do.” She tugged off her yellow leggings, then pulled her tiny panties off. She kept her purple halter top on, as if she was being modest or hiding a big surprise. Looking at her, I knew she wanted it to be a sort of treat. Her stiff penis, not as monstrously huge as Big Daddy’s, was a very nice handful. I automatically reached for it, pulling the skin back from the head.
She squirmed and leered at me. “I thought you’re not gay. Or are you?”
I smiled at her. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Gay, straight, tilted, crooked, whatever. I don’t care, as long I’m with you.”
“You mean that? You really mean that?”
I nodded at her. “You know I love you. I always did.” I ducked my head close to her ear and whispered. “All those months when I didn’t see you, I really didn’t know why I was alive. Life was meaningless, a wasteland, and all I did was trudge through it. Then you showed up again and in that instant I knew why I was alive—to be with you, no matter what.”
“Oh, baby, yes, I love you, too.” She fell against me and we wrapped our arms around each other, hugging and kissing, while my hand jerked her cock. She undid my zipper and brought mine out, tugging at it while I tugged at hers. As our moment of divine joint ejaculation swept over us, Tonya stepped out of the bathroom and the front door opened to let Big Daddy in. He saw us and hurried over, kneeling down to lick our cocks, desperate for any traces of semen, going from Sissy’s cock to mine, licking up whatever he could get. Tonya pulled him up, then knelt down and began to suck Daddy’s big dick—or as much she could fit past her wide-open lips.
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