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I lay shivering in my bed listening to my neighbors. Shivering because this was late mid-January and January in New York City is always teeth-chatteringly cold. I had both my blankets and some of my heavier clothes piled on me on the bed and was still chilled, the wind was so hard that it made a draft come in at the gaps in the window frame that didn't block up no matter what I did to try to block them. That or the cold was radiating in through the glass windows. I was cold!
As for my neighbors, well, I didn't have a choice. The walls of these apartments were awfully thin, and at least, this time they weren't fighting, though what they were doing was nearly as bad. Mr. Baker and his wife (or girlfriend, I only knew her as Gloria) were busy playing a little game of "bounce the mattress" and they were doing it with gusto.
Now, I was a kid of New York City in 1903 living in the Lower East Side and these buildings were only somewhat better than living outside under a tree. You were out of the elements and had walls (and, if you were lucky, windows) and I had learned pretty young about the things men and women do in bed. Also sometimes, men and men or women and women. You grow up fast living in a tenement.
So I was lying in my bed with my teeth acting like maracas and the neighbors trying to out "Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ah!" each other, and their mattress was squealing about the activity, and I didn't blame it. If I had been less knowledgeable, I would have thought they were jumping on the bed.
They stopped suddenly and I figured they'd finished, then I heard noises and squeals and then a man's rough, male voice (Mr. Baker) demanding to know who was in the apartment. "Don't lie to me, bitch, I know you got a man up here!" he demanded. "Where is he? Where is the son of a bitch, I'm going to kill him and then you, too!"
"I'm the only one here, Frank! You have to believe me, there is no man!"
"Then why the hell are you naked in the bed?" he declared.
"I felt ill, and went to bed. I may have a fever, I felt hot and didn't want to wear that heavy nightgown. Why, you used to like to see me naked in bed, remember?"
"I'll find that bastard, I'll kill him!"
"Frank, Frank, please!"
They kept talking but I stopped listening because a man was standing at the window of my apartment. My window let out onto the fire escape, and I lay on it some nights. I shared the fire escape with my neighbors the Bakers. The man in Gloria's bed had slipped out the window and was now squatting naked outside my window tapping gently, with the snow falling and the wind blowing!
I hopped out of bed, my naked body felt the cold bite me, shivered, and went to the window and yanked it open. He crawled in gratefully and helped me close the balky window as the wind blew against both of our bodies. I went over to the gaslight and turned it up so I could see my new visitor.
Wow! He was a gorgeously handsome man, with wavy blond hair, an oval but well-formed face, with deep blue eyes, a regular, well-shaped nose, his lips pale pink and moist. His body was well muscled and trim, his shoulders were round and his biceps showed even in his unposed state, if he flexed them they would be ripe oranges in size. His pectorals were strong triangular masses of flesh with his nipples small ovals only slightly darker pink than his lips. His abdominals were showing (perhaps from his recent, uh, exercises) and were paired bulges on his body in all their splendor all the way down to his pubic hair. His cock.
God, his cock, it was nine inches long, hard as a rock, and so wet that it shone in silvery glory in the blond fur of his pubic bulge, his balls were large eggs below that, his legs were broad kegs of muscled masses on his upper legs, and his calves were graceful swoops from their firm muscled tops to the ankles. Even his feet were beautifully formed, not twisted by ill-fitting shoes into ugly bulges of toes. His skin was a delicate fair tone that went with his blond hair and blue eyes, showing his heritage from the Northern European peoples. The Viking raiders had carried away from all of Europe the best looking maidens for their wives and this was one of their descendants in living, glorious flesh. I kept staring at his naked body as I crawled back under the covers, for the night was cruelly cold.
"Okay, you've looked at me. Do you have anything I can wear to cover up? I can't get my own clothes for obvious reasons." Mr. Baker was still complaining volubly. "Have you got any clothes I can wear? Maybe your father's?"
"Just me and my mother here," I said. The word "father" was like a small stab at my heart. My father had left my mother before I was born. I was a bastard. "Just my clothes and my mother's." Mother eked out a modest living working as a cleaning maid for this rich person or that, the slightest error could leave her out on the street looking for new work to do, so we had to live very simply with only the bare necessities for life.
"I got to have something or I'll freeze to death. How about one of your blankets?"
I wasn't going to do that, or I'd freeze myself. "Only these two and they're kind of thin. You can get in bed with me."
He shivered, his teeth chattered audibly. "Gonna be crowded."
Only a child of the tenements would have responded the way I did to that. "It's what we got."
"I'll take it," He came over and I opened my covers and the bitterly cold air hit me and I shivered. His body came in and it was like icicles at first, he had gotten really cold on that fire escape. He clung to me like a drowning sailor to a chunk of wood. "Jeez, kid, you're naked under here."
"Mom did the laundry today and it's drying in the living room," I told him. "I put my clothes I wore today in between the blankets."
"And still cold under here. But you're nice and warm," he said gratefully.
"So are you," I said. "I feel warmer just having you in here with me. It's nice."
"Yeah," he said and his voice was warm, too, warm and gentle. Welcoming.
His cock was still hard, I couldn't believe it had stayed hard even outside in the snow. I had to ask. "Mister, uh...?" I started.
"Call me Greg," He said.
"I'm Marvin. Greg, I'm just wondering why, if you got so cold, how come you have a boner?"
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, I do. Well, to be honest, Gloria's old man came in just as I was about to uh, blow."
"Oh," I said. "That sucks."
"Tell me about it," he said and snuggled in closer and I felt his erection slip in between my legs. I don't think he did it on purpose, but maybe.
I reached down and tucked it in between my thighs better and began to move my hips back and forth.
Greg hissed. "Nnnnnnh! That feels good, Marvin, so good!" He began to pump his own hips briskly to shove his cock's shaft back and forth while my grip on his dong kept his foreskin still, so that the glans was poked out of the skin again and again. "Guhhhhh, nnnnnn, huhhh, gahhhhhh!" he murmured as he thrust his hips against me lustily. "Ahhhh, damn, Marvin, this is almost as good as Gloria's pussy!" he panted.
"And I don't have a husband walking home on you," I teased.
He chuckled warmly. "So you don't, but I don't feel right just doing this, you can't have the fun I'm feeling."
"I don't mind."
"I do. One moment."
It was more like three moments, as Greg ducked under the covers and wormed himself around and I figured out what he planned and wormed myself, but we were soon in position, with our heads and bodies mostly under the covers (the night was cold, remember) and with our legs tucked under us like kneeling sideways, but we were able to be with our faces at each other's prongs and Greg's lips fastened on mine and I gasped as he began to work it with a will and talent, and I hastily stuffed his much-bigger dong into my mouth and tried to imitate him as best I could.
The only sounds now were those of the snow and wind blowing still outside and shaking the window, and the liquid noises of our mouths as we bobbed on each other's prongs. Greg was sort of going "Mnh, mnh, mnh, mnh!" around my cock and I was answering with "Muh, muh, muh, muh!" around his. I was surprised how easy it was to take his warm prick well down my mouth after a while, it was a matter of convincing my body it was only for a moment that it would be stuffed down my throat and cutting my oxygen, it would depart as quick as it came in and my gag reflex went back to sleep.
Greg was grunting and moaning as much as I was or more, and I felt his cock heat up as he moaned even more and I braced myself for his onslaught of spooge. Greg had been humping Gloria for some time and been at climax's door knocking when he got interrupted, so all I sort of had to do was finish the knock and climax happily swung wide open. He shifted from "Mnh, mnh, mnh, mnh!" to "MNH-MNH-MNH-MNH!" then "MH-MH-MH-MH-MH, MMMMMMM-MMNNNNNNHHHHHH!"
My mouth was suddenly full of hot, salty, sweet, blissful jizz, warm jets of spunk were popping into my mouth like I ate a handful of peanuts, tossing them one by one in rapid succession into my constantly chewing mouth, I'd coordinated it so I could do both, until my mouth was full. This was the same way, only the spunk was like a pure taste of male ecstasy and I gratefully swallowed it and again and again until I had gulped down the entire rocketing, raunchy load.
My own orgasm came soon after as Greg managed to keep milking my prod even as he squirted his spunk and I went kind of "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH, OHHHHHH-OHHHHHHHHH!" as Greg held tight and I repaid him by squirting a bit of liquid into his mouth, it wasn't pee, I knew, but the infant beginnings of my own seminal fluid.
"Mmmmm, tasty!" Greg said, smacking his lips as he pulled himself back around on the bed and we settled back into the original cuddling pose of two bodies trying to stay warm, only now this bed was nice and toasty.
"You weren't so bad yourself," I assured him as he kissed my lips his tongue went into my mouth and ferreted out the flavors of his own spooge lurking there. "Kind of sweet and kind of salty, but warm and nice."
"Yeah, I see what you mean. Yours was as sour as a lemon, but nice in the way a ripe lemon's sour flavor is just what you want. You ever suck a lemon?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean." I yawned. "I think I can sleep now."
"Me, too. I'll see what happens tomorrow." Greg said, yawning himself.
Together, we kept each other warm the entire night.
Mom was pretty relaxed about the sight of the two of us the next morning. I explained that he had been next door and Mr. Baker had come in and he'd had to escape out the window. "I couldn't leave him outdoors in that snow." I finished.
Mom just smiled when I was done. "Ahhh, I knew that Gloria's antics were going to have something like this happen. She never should have married, that one, she's too wild and that poor Mr. Baker is stuck trying to work and keep an eye on her at the same time. I'll see what I can do about getting you your clothing back." She left and indeed in no time came back with his clothes. "She left them in front of her door," she explained. "I hope she didn't rob you while she did it. The woman has no shame."
Greg looked at his money pouch and grunted, "Looks like she left me just enough for cab fare, so I guess I'll take it as a lesson in not being foolish about picking up women in bars."
Mom left and Greg dressed, he turned out to have a very sleek dress of a New York gentleman and Mom's behavior changed the moment she saw him, "I've got breakfast fixed, won't you stay for a bite before you go?"
"Madam, I would be honored." Greg bowed.
All Mom had was gravy and biscuits she'd made the night before and reheated, but he ate it with every sign of gusto and gratitude and drank the tea she offered with apologies on not having coffee. "I prefer tea to coffee," he said and drank it happily.
"Ahhh, that was a magnificent meal, Madam. I would offer you a recompense if Gloria had left me more of my funds, but let me do this." He pulled from his waistcoat a gold watch and said, "If you sell this, you should find yourself amply rewarded. I recommend a jeweler instead of a pawnbroker. If you go to Morrison & Smith on Fifth Avenue, they will have been informed that I gave you the watch of my own free will in my gratitude for your service."
And with that, and a few more pleasantries, he left. His last words to me was, "See you later, Marvin."
What happened, and why the noises from next door had stopped as they had, was that Mr. Baker had strangled his wife in his jealous rage. He was arrested and a court found him innocent of killing Gloria as her reputation for cheating on him was wide-spread. A man was allowed to kill a wife who broke her marriage vow, I guess.
Mom sold the watch and got enough money to let us live much more comfortably for quite some time. It was nice having things like eggs with breakfast and meat for supper every night.
We heard nothing from Greg for some time, but after a few weeks, my mother came home with good news. "I've procured new employment!" she exclaimed with glee. "I start to work the day after tomorrow at Grant-Ford Manor. I'll be their upstairs live-in maid, my quarters will be up there and a bell will let them ring me in the night if they need me."
"That's nice." I said carefully. "What about me?" Maids weren't supposed to be married, or have children. Mom wasn't married, but I was there, so my question was valid.
"Relax, honey, the employment office assured me they knew I had a child and a separate room will be made available to you."
So we packed with happy hearts and I was pleased to see that the place came with its own gas heater to warm the place in even the coldest weather.
You can imagine our surprise when we found that the house was closed up, with sheets wrapping the furniture and no carpets on the floor. A lone servant, a cook, was the only staff, who doubled as the house's guardian, was a kindly older woman named Matilda who took mother under her wing. "Master Grant is not here and won't be back until the end of March," she told Mom. "Only young Master Grant-Ford is here but that was mostly to be away from his family, he's something of a rebel, he is. You'll be tending to him for that long. I was told to teach you the arts of cooking for the family while you are here. I understand you're a very good cook."
"I try to be, Ma'am," Mom said.
"Call me Mattie, honey, and pay attention and when I retire in five more years, you can take over the job here for me. Young Master Grant-Ford is going to need a cook and house-servant if he takes off to build his own house as I am told he plans to soon."
I was surprised to see that my room was in one wing while my mother's was in the other, but Mattie assured me that these rooms were both closest to the heating vents and meant for servants to live in. "You'll like it, there's a balcony for your room, child. It has a staircase that leads down into the garden."
"Like a fire escape?" I asked.
"Well, yes, if there's a fire, you can escape it by using your balcony. There's another one for the other wing."
I moved in happily and warmly, and settled into sleep comfortably warm for the first time since September.
And I heard a knock at the window. Greg was standing at the window, naked and grinning at me. I hastily opened the door and he came in, saying, "Guess who!"
"Greg!" I hugged him fast and he grinned at me. "You're naked again. And out on another fire escape."
"But I'm nice and warm this time, though!"
"You sure are." His skin was cold but not as cold as it had been that night. I threw my arms around him and he picked me up and carried me to the warm, warm bed.
Our actions were eager and almost frantic. He groaned as I grabbed his cock and began to jerk it for him, he returned the gesture and we were both moaning in our need. I wasn't the only one who had been missing the other in that bed! "God, Marvin, God!" he breathed. "I touch you and it feels like my entire former life has been one long lie, and now, only now, I am beginning to live!" He shuddered as he reached for my lips with his and we kissed. I felt much the same way as he did, like I had been wrapped up like a rose bud for a long time and now my world was bursting open to reach out for the light!
Gasping, Greg climbed on top of me. "Marvin, I want to make love to you, not just share our cocks, but share our bodies. Can I do that with you, can I push into you and make love to you for real?"
"Yeah, sure!" I panted. I couldn't deny this man anything, he had lifted me and my mother out of poverty and put us in the very lap of luxury, I would give him anything he asked for!
"Top drawer of the nightstand," he panted. "Get the bottle."
I did, mystified and handed him the bottle, it was unlabeled and had a solid color material instead of clear glass. I watched him open it and pour out an oil from it. "What's that?"
"Special oil they make for this," he panted. "Meant to make the pain less for you when I push it into you. It's called 'Love Bliss.'"
"Okay," I agreed.
He smeared the liquid over his penis and then his finger, sticky with the oil, he used it to brush my asshole. "I want to push some oil into you, too," he explained. "Again, the idea is to help you be more comfortable."
I was surprised how easily his oil-laden finger slipped into my butt. It really was super-slippery and I guess that was its purpose, though he stuffed me with it for a while, making several trips, before he panted huskily, "Okay, you're as ready as I can make you. Get ready, Marvin, and I hope to shake your world in the moments to come."
"I hope so, too!" I was infatuated, I was starstruck, I was entranced. Greg was on top of me, my legs and arms were around his body and I held onto him in glory as he pushed his cock into my ass. Thanks to the "Love Bliss" oil, he didn't hurt me at all as he slipped in to the very hilt, his balls were resting on my buttocks, and I really did feel like he was joining with me, now and forever.
Then he began to move back and forth and I gasped as the splendors of Heaven opened up for me. Really, my body lit up in joy and his strokes in and out of me was like more and more delight was being pumped into me with every stroke. I held him and kissed his face and he kissed me and I stroked his back as he moved, his powerful body filling me with every deep thrust, so much that I felt like we were really becoming a single person, a Greg-Marvin, instead of just a little boy and a big, handsome man, and I moaned a deep, long moan and began to help him move into me faster and deeper, thrusting with him, timing my body to drive him into me as deeply as he could go.
"Oh, God, Marvin, oh, this is...this is more than I ever dreamed it could be!" panted Greg. "My soul is touching yours, wrapping around yours!"
"I feel it, too!" I gasped.
"Never leave me, Marvin. Never!" he groaned.
"I won't, I promise. Never, ever, ever!"
"Oh, oh, I'm coming, Marvin!"
"I'm coming, too!" I said. "We are coming!"
"Yes, yes, we, we, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" His last word turned into a wail and I felt it reverberate in my mind and I clutched him and shook and shuddered in my own climax as his cock squirted warm liquid into me and I felt it sink into my body and blend with me and bond with me.
We were one. Greg finished and lay gasping atop me and I lay without complaint because to me, he didn't weigh a thing.
"Can you sleep with me tonight?" I asked him.
"Tonight and every night," he sighed. And so he did.
With Mattie teaching Mom, she became a superb cook that winter, and afterward was able to get work anywhere she wanted to, cooking exotic meals for the wealthy people of New York City. Me, I was taken under Greg's wing, as it were, and sent to private schools and became in time a partner in his family's business. Greg began to work in earnest and built his own fortune in addition to helping his own family's companies thrive.
His family was more than happy, as it turned out, with Greg's infatuation with me. His father remarked that Greg became a real man that winter because of me.
I don't think he knew how true that was.
THE END
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