[Author's Note: The five-dollar bill in 1930 was worth over $90.00 in present-day currency.]
That Friday evening at the community center in September of 1932, it was a good-natured for-charity bachelor's auction going on and more than one eligible bachelor found his name up on the auction block without signing up. Or so they said.
Seven of the men in the group were long-time buddies from the Oak & Pine Bar who had been drinking when they heard the auction was going on. Most of them had wives or sweethearts but not Devin McCarthy, a big, brawny, black-haired, roguish-eyed, grinning, merry-cheeked man who was on the latter end of his twenties but still the sunny side of his thirties, and knew well his broad, rather over-muscled body was enough to make the ladies swoon.
"Next, ladies and gentlemen, we have eligible bachelor Devin McCarthy, who works with some of you gentlemen down at the stamping mill, so he's strong and capable and can work a hard day in the field...or a hard day in your bedroom?" the auctioneer leered and women in the audience tittered.
"Take off that puffy shirt you have on, Devin, show 'em what you got!" Morty called out from his buddies at the left-center of the crowd, they were boisterous and laughing at every joke no matter how mild or stupid.
Devin grinned and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tanktop to the hoots and hollers from the crowd, his buddies weren't the only merriment going on in the crowd, and the auctioneer was egging them on, and so was he, posing and flexing his muscles.
"Will you literally do anything?" a woman called out and that was when Devin noticed that she had a child next to her. Devin couldn't tell if the boy was with her or not, but the boy's vision was transfixed on him in a way that made Devin feel positively naked up there on the stage, he was tempted to suddenly cover himself in a display of maidenly modesty.
Fuck that, let the kid look! Probably first man he'd seen in the flesh in his life! He had a majestic chest with marvelous pectorals, magnificent abdominals, major biceps, and everyone one of them were in prime working order, glowing in the massive lights of the center, glowing for the crowd to ooh and ahh over, and the kid was soaking it all in.
"...and what am I bid for one fabulous afternoon and evening with this amazing specimen of manhood, I ask you, eight astounding hours of his company during which time he will do whatever you wish, what am I bid? The bidding starts at two..."
"Five dollars!" came a piping voice from the audience.
Devin looked and his eyes widened as the audience gave a surprised gasp at this amazing amount from a young voice. A young boy was holding up a five-dollar bill!
"Now, Bennett, that's all your spending money, you can't...." A woman standing near the boy was remonstrating with him.
"It's my money and I want him!" The boy protested.
The auctioneer said, "Now, Madame, this is an auction and his money is as good as anyone else's, but one bid doesn't make an auction, I have five dollars, who'll make it six!"
"Six!"
"Six!"
"Seven!"
"Here, kid!" Sid, another of Devin's buddies, said, pressing a five into Bennett's hand, "Keep going, you'll get him!"
"Eight!" the kid bid.
All of Devin's friends laughed uproariously, and it was all for charity. Every time the ladies out there (and there were several with cash) outbid the kid's stash some one of Devin's buddies, and before long, the other bidders, were handing the kid money, publicly saying "Here's another five bucks for the kid!" to uproarious laughter as the kid would outbid the woman, and when it was over, little Bennett Morgan had purchased Devin McCarthy for tomorrow afternoon and night for the impressive sum of ninety-five dollars. Devin put his shirt back on and stood the chaff of his buddies while Bennett came over and gave him his address and the rest of the evening for Devin totally sucked! He'd never volunteer for one of these charity events again as long as he lived!
The Morgan house was a staid white building much like many of the other houses along the row, and he arrived to find the Widow Morgan busily putting on her gloves in the anteroom. "Ahhh, Mr. McCarthy, so nice to see you, Bennett is waiting for you upstairs in his bedroom. He has been quite anxious to have you arrive. I've left a cold supper for the two of you in the ice box and you can let Bennett stay up until you are ready to leave, I'll be home in time to tuck him in. I do hope the two of you will have a wonderful time playing games and such. Bennett is a wonderful child, precocious and curious, you should find him quite engaging. Farewell, Mr. McCarthy."
Devin sighed and went upstairs like a man walking up the steps to the hangman's noose.
He went into the room and found Bennett on his bed wearing only a pair of shorts and nothing else, not that extraordinary for the weather lately had been warm. "All right, kid, I'm here," he said. "For the next eight hours, I will do whatever you want me to do. That's the deal. Now, what is your first idea?"
"Take off your clothes," was Bennett's answer.
"My...clothes?"
"Yeah. All of them."
"Now just a minute...!" Devin began to protest, but Bennett waived his "bill of sale." It was a novelty item, a memento of the occasion but it said in clear language and pseudo-legal wording that he had been "sold" to Bennett for the sum of "Ninety-Five Dollars ($95.00)" and for eight hours was to perform "absolutely any and all tasks that the owner requested" under pain of forfeiture of the sum paid in full. What that meant was that if Devin didn't deliver, Bennett could get his money back!
Ah, hell, the kid just wanted a look at him. This was private as hell, and the boy was curious, he'd been gawking enough the night before! He'd paid five dollars of his own money, that was a heck of a lot of money for a young boy. Hell, a nice bit of money for a man! And ninety-five dollars for his day with the boy. A man can take his clothes off and let a boy stare at him for that, can't he? For charity?
"All right, kid, I'll do a strip tease for you." Devin said and began to remove his clothes. Bennett got up from his lounging pose and sat on the edge of his bed, and stared as Devin pulled off his shirt and again exposed his gargantuan chest. He sat on the boy's chair in his room and undid his shoes and let them fall on the floor one at a time and then the heavy woolen socks one at a time, already wet from his foot sweat from the warm day. He stretched out his feet and wriggled his toes toward Bennett, saying, "Ahhhhhhh, that feels good!" and Bennett giggled and extended his own toes and wriggled them.
Devin stood and unbuttoned his fly and opened his pants, his underpants were cotton boxers, plain white, he normally wore a tanktop but forewent it this day given he figured the boy would want to see his chest during the day (just not this soon) and he hesitated at that. "All my clothes?" he asked, "You can see all but my junk this way?"
"All of them!"
"Okay, kid, you want the whole works, here it is." He put his hands up to his waistband and shucked his boxers down his thighs and calves and over his feet and stepped out of them, his well-endowed dong swinging freely as he did, a curved man-banana even flaccid with a pair of plums in a wrinkled, hair-covered sack behind them. "There, now you see all of it."
"Yeaaaaaaah!" Bennett oozed the word in a hushed, enthusiastic tone. "Come over here, closer."
Devin walked over to just about three feet away from Bennett.
"No, even closer. Closer." Bennett told him.
Devin stepped up to less than a foot away. "This close enough?" he asked.
"Yeah." Bennett reached up with his hand and gripped the limp "banana" hanging near his face and Devin gasped. The small hand shifted the grasp and began to pump on the rod.
Devin moaned, his staff stiffened and he soon had his full eight inches pointing at the boy's rapturous face. "Oh, oh, God, Bennett, I didn't mean for you to...."
With his dong fully engorged, Bennett moved forward and his young lips engulfed the hard, uncut pecker and Devin couldn't help himself, young kid or not, this just felt so fucking good, he groaned and his hand came up and landed on the boy's young thatch of brown hair and threaded his fingers into the hair and began to ride along with the boy's bobbing mouth as the young head moved back and forth with a practiced speed that made him seriously doubt the youth's innocence in such matters. "Damn, kid, you're good at this, have you been sucking other men before?"
"Just the hired hand we had for a while, but he moved away last spring," Bennett said in a brief release, then he dove back into action.
"So when you saw me up on the stage, you sprang into action."
"Mm-hmm," Bennett mumbled around his prick.
Devin gave up and said, "Kid, this is nice, but can we lay down on your bed while you do this?"
"Sure!" Bennett sprang to his feet. "You lie down and I'll get between your legs."
"Fine," Devin sighed. Bennett used the time to strip off his shorts (his only piece of clothing) and when Devin was on the bed on his back, Bennett crawled up athletically between his legs and really went to town sucking heartily away on Devin's dong. The man didn't last much longer, given that Bennett's hands began to roam over and around the man's chest, feeling out the massive musculature of the over-muscled body. Devin's joy was rapidly converting into passion and the passion into impending ejaculation, his chest began to pump and his heart to pound and his breaths to be rapid and ragged as he heaved and gasped, with noises of "Uhhhhh, ahhhhh, mmmmm, uhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, guhhhhhh, mmmmmm, hahhhhhhh!" as the spirit moved him, and his passion drove him.
Soon enough, his joy was more than he could bear and his climax was upon him. "Oh, oh, Bennett, I'm going to come now, going to come, uh, uh, uh, AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, AH, AH, AH, UH-HUH-UH-HUH-HUH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGG!"
His comeload was one that was usual for a man of the 1930's when masturbation was looked upon with obloquy, and could even get one sent to an asylum for treatment, and a man only engaged upon it furtively and in strict secrecy and fear. So Devin hadn't jerked off in some time and his store of semen was large and he ejected all of it in a tremendous outpouring of hot ejaculate that gushed into Bennett's mouth and filled and overcame him and more spurted from his lips and out of his nostrils and the boy had to pull away and more splattered on his face and hair. Devin was lost in his glorious, beautiful, majestically tremendous climax thundering through his body and shaking him like an earthquake that left great gaping lines of emptiness in the ground and he finished at last and was left as a weak, shivering leaf lying limp on the bed, sweaty and his chest heaving up and down like a woman in the last pangs of labor.
"Oh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, man, ohhhhhhh!" Devin gasped when he could talk again.
"How did you like it?" Bennett asked him.
"How did I like it?" Devin echoed him. "I liked it a hell of a lot! Man, that was the best blow job I've ever had, and I am including every hooker this side of the Mississippi and probably beyond! You are a Grade-A cocksucker, Bennett!"
"I'm glad you liked it. Your come tasted really good, better than the handyman's did. His was kind of sour."
"Yeah? I probably eat better than he did, or he drinks a lot of whiskey with bitters or such, what you eat can turn your come different flavors."
Bennett crawled up to face him, come all over his face. "Well, your come is great!"
"In that case, have some more," Devin scooped off a wad of his own come and fed it to Bennett on his finger; the boy sucked it off and Devin went for more, kept it up until he had cleaned most of it off the boy. "Well, you have just drained that well dry, so what do you want to do now?"
Bennett cocked his head. "Toss a baseball around?"
"Sure," Devin said. Now this afternoon was going more along the way he thought it would. They both dressed again, Bennett more completely and he produced a baseball and two gloves and they went to the backyard and Devin and he practiced pitching and catching. The boy wasn't very good but Devin had been a star in his teen years and he gave the kid advice and the kid improved a goodly amount over the next few hours. But the day was hot and soon they were worn out and ready for a break.
There was ice in the ice box and he chipped off a chunk to pour lemonade over and they used that to cool off, and Devin asked, wiping his brow with a red bandana, 'What do we do now?"
"You ready to get naked again?" Bennett asked.
Devin only hesitated a moment. "I sure enough am."
Back in the boy's bedroom, the boy pulled out a jar of oil and said, "This time, I want you to shove that up my bum."
"Say what?" Devin was astounded again by the boy's sheer open bravado about this. "Honest?"
"Yeah, the handyman taught me, but his wiener really wasn't nearly as big as yours, I bet it feels a whole lot better."
Devin was beginning to realize that handyman had a good reason to reach for a boy for his loving, the women wouldn't sit still for a small-dicked lover if they had any other choices. "Okay, but if you only took a pencil-dick up your butt, mine might take some getting used to."
"That's okay, I spent some time this morning working a cucumber up my butt to stretch it for you." Bennett said blithely.
What a hell of a kid! "All righty, then, you give me that jar and I'll grease up my pants monkey and we'll give her a go!"
It wasn't quite as easy as Bennett had made it sound, but Devin wasn't a virgin in ass-fucking (some of the women preferred to save their vaginas for marriage and offered him that other option in lieu of their pussies), so he managed to get his cock imbedded in the hot little willing ass without too much difficulty and Bennett crooned when he had the majority of his eight inches of male majesty within the soft bowels.
"Uhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oh, Devin, you're so big, it feels like I'm going to burst wide open!" Bennett crooned. "Ohhhhhhh, can you move it now? I think I'm ready!"
His bowels said otherwise; Devin said, "Give it just a tad longer." A half minute later, the boy's bowels sort of gurgled and relaxed and Devin added, "Now you're ready," and he began to pull his cock back out slowly, then when his glans' flare was at the sphincter's edge, he shoved it back in sharply.
"Ohhhh, ohhh-ohhhhhhh!" Bennett moaned, and Devin began to move regularly, keeping it slow but as the boy got more used to it he sped up his strokes.
The boy was writhing and clutching him like a free-style mountain climber clings to the cliff face and every mis-step can be deadly, and his young form was dwarfed by the husky man's mountainous muscles atop him, Bennett was almost a quarter of Devin's huge bulk and they made an incongruous sight of lustful flesh, the heavily muscled man and the joyously impaled boy, both in full sexual congress, and the boy crying out in his pleasure and the man grunting in his exertion combined with his own joy.
Devin was a source of endless sexual energy and the boy was a fount of perpetual reception of that power, and between them, the pounding force of Devin's thrusts reached their inevitable goal of orgasmic euphoria.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, I'm about to come, kid, are you ready for it?" Devin gasped out.
"Oh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, oh, yeah, uh, yeah!" Bennett moaned.
"Then...here...it...comes! AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, AHHHH-AH-HOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAHHHHHH-RRRRRRRRR-UHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Devin roared in a climax that shook him to the very core, his head thundered with his blood pounding in his brain and his eyesight faded to a blur and his ears roared like a lion was standing at each side, as he squirted his heavy flood of hot spooge that gushed into Bennett's young ass, which filled and overfilled and come sprayed out around the hot cock and splashed all over Devin and onto Bennett's legs, the rich seed filling the air with the smell of virile male spooge.
"Uhhhh-uhhhhh-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHHH-UH-HUH-UH-HUH-UH-HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bennett cried out in the middle of it and while the come gushed out of his ass, he was reeling and writhing and fainting in coils like a human-shaped worm, boneless but gasping and moaning and groaning and twitching.
Man and boy, they ended in a mixed mess of sweating, panting, moaning, exhausted male flesh, and they untangled themselves and lay side by side, both their chests heaving for air and recovering to lie quiet and grinning tiredly at each other, no words spoken and none needed.
Bennett moved first, he reached to Devin and they kissed, the first kiss they had exchanged, and it was the long, slow kiss of two who have formed a bond that can never be expressed in words but is genuine and enduring.
Devin caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. "Almost six o'clock," he said. "What should we do now?" He was to stay until nine o'clock.
"Let's have that supper first."
"And then."
Bennett grinned. "You know."
"I can guess." Devin smiled.
They only put on the bare clothing, Bennett his shorts and Devin his boxers, to trot downstairs for the cold supper Bennett's mother had left for them. There was just time for one more session before she would return.
RETURN TO
MAIN PAGE