All our home's possessions had been piled into boxes in the baggage car of the train and the three of us, my Daddy, my Mom and me, sat on a hard wooden bench like in church as the train made its way into the city in that year of late spring, 1883. As the large buildings showed up in the distance, my mother reached over and grabbed my father's arm. "Oh, Cliff," she moaned. "Are we really doing this? I'm so frightened!"
"Now, Lily, we talked about this," my father said gently, his face grizzled by the long hours of hard work in the hot Tennessee sun. "We couldn't keep the farm, what with the bad weather these last few years. The times are changing, you know that. It's better for Henry that we get ourselves to the city and me take a job in one of them there factories and start bringing in money instead of us having to go to the bank and beg for it like we been doing."
"Ohhhh, I know that, but we worked so hard for so long...." Mom began to say and I sort of stopped listening. I was only seven and in love with everything new and different, so I was sitting all the way over next to the window, looking eagerly out at the big buildings. The city! Wowie, Jesus, I was finally seeing it for myself!
It was a strange place to see, a lot of big buildings, and the train was showing them to us from the back, mostly fire escapes and laundry strung out on wires from this window or that, or men sitting out on balconies smoking. I saw signs here and there, saying "Rooms to Let" or "Units for Rent" and I knew that we would be getting one of those soon and that would be where we would be living from now on.
Daddy had made a trip of his own into the city last week, and had both rented an apartment and got a job, so when we pulled into the station, it was only a matter of picking up our boxes of belongings and then finding someone with a big cab who would take us out to the apartment we had rented. Three of the cabs we stopped, once they heard our destination, refused to take us. Dad managed to get the fourth one to agree, for a higher rate.
I saw why the cabbies had refused when I saw the place, it was really run down. I knew our farmhouse hadn't been anything fancy or grand, but imagine a gigantic farmhouse for multiple people to live in, surrounded by a lot more just like it, all cramped together so that their walls were almost against each other, and you can see what the neighborhood looked like.
Kids were running around in the streets, little ones playing while knots of older kids just stood talking and looking at us, frowns on their faces like they were mad at us. The man with the cab stood grimly by his cab with a pistol in his hand, while my father and mother and I carried our boxes up to the apartment on the third floor, walking up the stairs every time. It was wearying work, but we got it done and my mother slammed the door shut and threw the lock on the door and piled some boxes in front of it for good measure. I guess the neighbors scared her.
We spent the rest of the day inside that apartment unpacking and setting up our meager belongings where we wanted (we only had blankets to sleep on and would have to buy most of the bigger furniture) and Mom had brought with her a basket of cold food for us to eat and a jug of water to drink. That was our first day in the new apartment.
The next morning after breakfast, Daddy got dressed to go in to work at his new job, and Mom gave him the last of the food from the basket for his lunch. After that, she sighed and said to me, "Henry, I hate to do it, but I have to leave you here alone while I go buy us some food. I hope that gas stove in the kitchen works all right, I never cooked that way, but we will have to make adjustments here, won't we? I'll try to be back in time to make you lunch, but I may be rather late. I don't know my way around and I'll have to find out where to go. So be good and don't open the door for anyone but me. I'll knock three times, then twice, then three again, all right? Don't answer for anyone else."
"Three, two and three, I understand, Maw," I said dutifully.
"Good boy, Henry. If you get bored, you can go out on the fire escape, but don't go up or down, you understand me? Just look out, that ought to be enough for one morning."
"Yes, Maw," I repeated.
Maw put a shawl on over her head and took her basket and went out the door. I heard the door lock and I pushed the box back into place. It wouldn't stop a man determined to break in, but that wasn't the point, Maw had made that clear, the box stayed in place until we all felt safer.
I went onto the fire escape and looked out at the kids playing in the street. School would start in another few weeks, and I would start to know these kids, but until then, I would stay quiet and do like Maw told me. None of them paid me any attention, and I stared at the small view I had of the buildings up and down the street, we were fortunate enough to have a front of building apartment. The fire escape let me walk to that end and peer out onto the street....
"Hey there, kid!" I heard a man's voice behind me. Startled I turned and looked.
The fire escape served two apartments, the man had come out the window from the neighboring apartment. This guy was our neighbor. Young, twenty-ish, clean-cut, clean-dressed, muscled, handsome, and standing only some eight feet away from me, smoking a cigarette! He had dark brown hair, recently trimmed by a barber, twinkling green eyes and an arrogant but warm smile on his face.
"Uhh, hello," I said.
"You just moved in next door, eh?" he said, finishing the cigarette and casting the dead butt off the fire escape after dousing it on the metal rail. I watched it fall onto the alleyway, all concrete and brick, no danger of a fire around here! The city was entirely stone!
"Yeah, me and my family," I said. "We're from Tennessee. My name is Henry."
"I'm Roger," he replied and came over and shook my hand. "Me and two friends, Dexter and Justin, we share this apartment and hot-bed the bedroom."
"Hot-bed?" I asked.
"Yeah. See, I worked the night shift at the Blake & Son Warehouse as a security guard, Dexter does the morning shift and Justin does the swing shift."
"Swing shift?" I was hearing phrases I'd never heard before.
"I mean, I work from ten o'clock at night to six o'clock in the morning, Dexter does the six o'clock to two o'clock and Justin does the two o'clock to ten o'clock."
"Ohhh, I see now," I said. "So you can share the same bed by hopping into it when the other guys are not using it."
"Right. It all works out, me, I come home, eat breakfast for supper, and stay up while Justin gets a late start on the morning. He gets up around eleven o'clock or so, and I can get in bed and sleep my eight hours and wake up in time to be out of it by seven o'clock or so, eat a supper for breakfast and go to work."
"You eat breakfast for supper and supper for breakfast," I giggled. "You're upside down."
"It feels that way. Or I can stay up later if I need to do something during the day. It has its advantages. Like I get to talk to you. You alone in the place, kid?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "Maw went shopping for some food, we just got in yesterday and spent all day unpacking. She's going to be real busy shopping a lot to replace what we had to give up in Tennessee." It was how we paid for coming to the city, selling our furniture and stuff, Maw cried during most of it, but I didn't tell him that. We hadn't had any land to sell, the bank took it.
"We're the same way, just the one bed and three dressers to put our clothes in and a couch and chairs, not much else. Not a bad life, but kind of lonely. A man gets to feeling a bit...itchy," Roger reached down and scratched at his crotch. He perked his ear and said, "I think our talking is bothering Justin. Let's go into your apartment."
By now, I was feeling like Roger and I were old friends. "Sure!" I invited him in. We also lived in a one-bedroom apartment, and I showed him where I was sleeping, one corner of the living room and he nodded without any surprise. "Lots of kids get that space. In the hot weather, you can put your blankets out on the fire escape to cool off, this fire escape is well shaded most of the day and stays pretty cool at night. Bad thing is that these apartments are cold in the winter, you'll have to bundle up even if you have the heater turned all the way up. Landlord doesn't give a lot of power to the gas at any one time. Your maw is going to find it takes forever to boil meat if she wants to make a soup. Water barely reaches boiling, if you're lucky. She can buy canned heat if she has the money."
I was going to show him a box to sit on, but he plopped down on my blanket and lay back. "Come on and lay down with me, Henry," he invited. "Might as well be comfortable."
I lay down beside him and he put an arm around me and drew me into a close embrace, I felt his strong chest against mine and his nose and mine nearly touched. "A fellow can get really lonesome in the city of so many people, Henry. The city is upside down that way, loneliness in a crowd. Everyone needs a buddy, Henry and I want to be your buddy. Let me be your buddy, Henry and let me show you how good a buddy I can be."
His breath was in my face as he said that, it held a hint of tobacco but not much, Roger must only smoke a little bit. He kissed me and the taste of tobacco was faint there, too, but not as bad as when my Uncle Berle kissed me once when I was very little, I remember exclaiming "Yuck!" afterwards to everyone's hilarity.
Roger's kiss sort of broke the ice with me and my own arms went around him and we were holding and kissing each other like crazy. He fumbled with the buttons on my shirt and I fought with his. After a time, we broke away from each other, panting, and simply simpered at each other as we stripped ourselves bare. Roger's body was an amazing one for me to look at, strong, muscled, lean and masculine. The men of Tennessee had lived too hard a life, they usually were thin and stringy rather than this well-filled-out man, a life hard-lived didn't let you build a form like this, Roger must have lived a good life in his youth. I'd have to learn more about him later.
But for now, we fell back onto the quilts made by my grandmother and I kissed those muscles out of curiosity and adoration, and Roger gently pushed my body downwards so that I kissed his pectorals, loving on his nipples, then down to lap on his upper abdominals, then down to dip my tongue into the small slit of a navel, then down as I had to flip myself over upside down and now I could and did find my face on the huge pulsing rod that was his cock, it throbbed as I licked at its length, some seven inches of gorgeous glory, and I bathed it with my tongue.
Roger didn't tell me what to do next, he showed me by putting his own mouth down at my young prick. His warm moist maw engulfed my two inches of incipient male pride and, clamping down on it, he began to work it back and forth. I was overwhelmed by how wonderful it felt.
By his example, he showed me what to do next, so I rose up and with my virginal but ambitious lips, I sucked that ample sized glans of his into my mouth like I was gulping down a tasty tiny tomato. I swallowed also as much of the shaft as I could beyond it before the glans scraped at the back of my throat and forced me to stop. My saliva was pouring on it and I used that to let my lips clamp on and greased the walls of the tubular organ I had in thrall as I rose and Roger moaned as I did so, and I knew I was doing it right.
"Uhhhhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhhhh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhh!" Roger grunted as I rose back up. "Yeah, that's it, Henry, you keep doing that for me and I'll keep doing this for you, because that's what buddies do."
"Yeah, yeah!" I breathed and dove back for more, slurping and sucking and slathering more slobber on his silken-sided shaft. We panted and gasped, groped and grappled, sucked and milked and our joys rapidly reached their resolution close together.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mmmh!" Roger groaned.
"Mh, mh, mh, mh, mmmh, mh-mh-mh-mh-mmmmmm!" I agreed.
"Hhnn, hnnn, hnnn, hnnn, hhh, hh-hh-hh-hh-hh-hhh!"
"Mwh, mwh, mwh-mwh-mwh-mwh-mwh!"
""HHHH-HHHH-HHHHH-HHHHH-HHHHH!" Roger was hitting his high point.
"MMM-MMM-MMM-MMM-MMM-MMM!" I was close behind him.
Roger had to turn lose of me but his hand replaced his mouth and he jacked at me as he yelped, "HAHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Roger's hot spooge erupted into my mouth and I held on valiantly and gulped it down as fast as he pumped it out. It was a veritable creamy richness of fine food and sweet treats aplenty, Roger and his friends, despite their living conditions, must be living very well, better than I ever had! I treated his come-load like a gourmet dish and when he was done, I sucked at his prick for more.
My own joy had been put on pause but as soon as Roger was re-composed from his orgasmic earthquake, he resumed his oral working on my dick and I lay there and let him work me, and soon enough I recovered my sexual composure enough to conclude with a loud sound of "HAH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-HOH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I felt so amazingly good, far better than the mutual jerk-jobs I'd had back in Tennessee, and I wanted to go right back to doing it again, but Roger laughingly pushed me aside, "No, no, once is all I can do at a time, but wait until tomorrow at this time and we can do it all over again."
I made a sour face. "But I'm ready for more now."
"I may have an idea or two about that, in a bit," Roger said. "But for now, let's get dressed and we can play a few rounds of cards. I got some cider in our ice box we can drink."
An ice box! A luxury I had only heard of, the cider was so cold and tasted so good that way, I had never drunk cider like this unless it was in December or such, when cold cider was the last thing I wanted. In this warmer weather, cold cider was a real treat! Roger may have to share a bed, but he had some real luxuries in his apartment, too!
We were dressed and playing cards when my mother came back much earlier than she predicted. "My, this city is amazing. I didn't have to go more than a few blocks and there was this big market with everything we needed." She had a good variety of foods for us, I worried that she had overspent. "And their prices were much lower than back home in the general store." Maw volunteered.
"Not surprised," Roger said. "Some cold cider, Mrs. Nelson?"
Maw only then noticed him. "Who is this, Henry?"
"Our next door neighbor, his name is Roger. I met him on the fire escape. He and his two friends share the next door apartment. He's nice."
Maw was cautious but Roger could charm money out of a miser. Soon they were talking like an old friend. Roger left us by the fire escape and Maw made lunch. After lunch, Maw went out again and I was alone, so I went back out onto the fire escape. Sure enough, I met another man there, about Roger's age and about his build but his hair was jet black and his eyes a dark brown, his skin was a tawny shade, not dark enough to be foreign but maybe of South Italian or Greek or even Turkish heritage. I introduced myself and he turned out to be Justin, awake while Roger got in his sleep, and he had talked to Roger about me it turned out. That cut out a lot of the preliminaries.
Soon enough, we were back in my blankets, he was sitting with his back up to the wall stark naked, and I was between his legs sucking on his savory tool. He didn't return my oral delights, but I didn't feel fussy just then. I gave him a healthy dose of tongue-tickling, lip-laving and slobber-slathering, and he was soon all the way on his back, worming and squirming on the quilt. His quiet demeanor had turned to dust by the meandering mauling of my mouth and my oral ambitions to wreak every drop of his juicy jizz from his come-lobes lower down. He fought me to some extent, but I made him turn over every last ounce of the luscious liquid love-lava that he could pour out when he climaxed with a hearty, "HUH-HUH-UH-UH-UH-HUHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Again, we dressed and Justin had a checkboard. We were playing checkers when Maw returned and she was more than happy to see that I had found an apparent endless supply of free babysitters while she tended to her daily shopping chores.
You'd think that would have been an end to it, but after the day was done and night had fallen. Daddy came home tired but feeling like he had put in a good day's work, we had supper and then he and Maw went to their room to sleep. I was in my blankets and slumbering, deep in the night when, around midnight, maybe, I woke up to find I wasn't alone in my room.
Someone was getting into bed with me. "Who are you?"
I heard the voice a young man's voice. "I'm Dexter. Roger told me about you. Want me to turn on the light?"
I could just make him out, the city lights poured in quite a bit. Good-looking, young, muscled, trim. "Nah, I guess I'm good. You here for the buddy games?"
"Yeah. I had to sleep until just a while ago to leave the bed free for the others. This city life turns you upside down."
"Yeah, it does, but in a good way." I grinned and so did he, I could just see his white teeth in the dim light.
"You know it, little buddy." Dexter began to pull off his clothes, I was already naked under the covers. Dexter climbed in and did something to his cock, then he got hold of my legs and pulled them up and held them up high, pushing his body in between them. I didn't understand until I felt his pecker pushing its glans at my asshole.
"Wait, are you going to poke my butthole with your dingus?" I asked him.
"That's right, you got a problem with that?"
"Well, I.... HUH-UHHHHHHHHHH!" I grunted as he pushed it into me, hard! I don't know what he did to his prod, but it didn't hurt me all that much, maybe he had some special oil he put on. All I know is that he just rammed it into me and it was in me. I still can't explain that.
"Yeah, you got the right stuff," Dexter panted. "Some boys just want to be fucked hard, and you're one of them. Don't worry, I'll treat you good now that I got it in you."
He did, too, his thrusts weren't that hard or rough, it was just an amazing ride he gave me. Some guys really know the right way to ball a fellow, you know? Dexter was that guy, and again, I can't explain it. Other people have horror stories, I'm not arguing with that, but me, this time with Dexter felt as natural as it could be.
I clung to his powerful shoulders and he let me hang onto him and he kept at it and I felt his body quivering and realized he was waiting for me to reach my climax first. Such a nice guy, if you didn't mind him fucking you. I began to move my own hips to increase the joy and soon enough I went, "Oh, oh, oh, Dexter, I'm coming, coming, AH-AH-HAH-AH-HAH-AH-AH-AH-HAHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Dexter sped up as soon as I hit that long note and he said, "Yeah, yeah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, HUH-HUH-HUH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He shot his load deep into my ass and it was just like it belonged in there. So good, so warm, so creamy and rich, all deep inside me.
I lay there as he dressed and I think I fell asleep before he left. All I know is the next thing I knew, it was morning and my mother was shaking me awake. "Good morning, Son, you slept well all right, didn't you. Me, I'm stiff as a board from this hard floor. Got to buy us beds next."
Daddy was at the breakfast table, eating and dressed for another day's work. "City life suiting you all right, Son?"
Mom cut in. "So far I'm liking it. Two blocks from here is a community garden, I can put in a plot of vegetables and we can have our own vegetables from it, or trade for other vegetables with the other gardeners. I have to find what to plant and so on."
"That's fine, Lily, you'll enjoy that, too. How about you, Son?"
"Me? Oh, I'm feeling pretty upside down, but you know, Dad, I think life in the city is absolutely great!"
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