Rocco's Diary Jbalancier9@yahoo.com
6th Entry – Rocco and Randolph, at the apartment - New York City
A couple of day passed since Victor had been to the apartment and fulfilled his fantasy with Rocco.
Rocco didn't dwell on crap like that. He was so use to hook-ups coming and going, that nothing concerned him.
After work that day, he stopped for his usual beer at the club near the square. He had become friendly with the bartender whose name was Daddy. He wasn't an old guy, but his name was strange.
"Hey Rock, the usual?" Daddy asked
"No, give me a rum and coke."
"You'll rust your pipes with that stuff, but they're your pipes," daddy said laughing and pouring the rum.
"Could be, but I don't feel like beer today."
"Your name is Bob. Why do folks call you daddy?" Rocco asked
"Ahhh, some cock sucker rubbed my joint, when I first started working here, and said, Oh Daddy"
"Never mind – never mind, I get the picture."
"I've got a note for you Rocco. That nerdy dude, Victor left it yesterday. I threw his ass out of here."
"Why?" inquired Rocco.
"Ahh, the little twit was hustling my customers for drinks and bothering people. He didn't have any money, so I told him to leave."
"He tried to tell me that you were his boyfriend, and he was waiting for you." "Like anybody would believe that shit." Daddy said.
"Yeah, who would?" – "Gotta go". Said Rocco
"Here, don't forget your note. It's still sealed just the way he handed it to me."
"Thanks."
Rocco left the bar and walked into Washington Sq. Park. He stopped at the first vacant bench and sat down. He tore open the note and began to read.
"Rocco, I left your number where Randolph would find it. But he caught me doing it. I had to tell him, that I knew you from the bar, but that's all I said. He wrote down his number and told me to have you call him, Victor Thanks again for you know what. – Jeremy too"
"I'll be damn." Thought Rocco
Rocco pulled out his phone and tapped in the number written on the paper'
"Yes – Randolph here"
"Mr. Randolph, This is Rocco calling. I have a message that you wished for me to call you sir."
"Yes. I did. I am looking for an escort."
"An escort for what sir?" Rocco asked
"For Christ sake, will you stop with the Sir?"
"Okay, Randolph, what's up?"
"That's better. I know you want to be respectable. I get it. But let's talk business here." Randolph said.
"Good – talk to me. How can I help you?" asked Rocco.
"Where are you now?" inquired Randolph.
"Washington Sq. Park"
"Come over and see me, now? Will you do that?" Asked Randolph
"I can't right now, I just got off work and I am dirty with sheet rock dust. My jeans are soiled and my work shirt is sweaty. Let me go home and shower first."
"NO, come the way you are. I have work for you to do." Replied Randolph.
"Okay. Are you sure? I didn't shave this morning, but I did shower before breakfast."
"Just get over here."
"Alright, I can do that." said Rocco, and put his phone back in his pocket.
Rocco rang the outside bell and someone buzzed him into the main lobby. He went directly to Randolph's apt. and knocked quietly on the door.
Randolph opened the door with a friendly greeting. "My housekeeper isn't here, so we have the place to ourselves," he said.
"Fine," replied Rocco.
"I'll fix us a drink. Scotch okay for you?"
"Do you have any beer?"
"Beer – it is, replied Randolph. "I only have bottles, so I will give you a glass."
Rocco sat in the den and removed his work boots. It was an elaborate room, with large brown leather furniture.
Randolph finished preparing the drinks, and was about to bring them into the den. He turned around and saw Rocco standing in the doorway. He had his arm outstretched leaning on the door frame and was completely naked. His chest gleamed with moisture, his abs looked magnificent and his cock was a sculptured dream. There was no doubt, this man was something special.
Randolph's eyes widened and he sat down the drinks.
"Well, I see you are not shy Rocco, How superb you looked naked. I don't know what to do next." He said
"I'm sure you do, but here, let me help you." Said Rocco, and he leaned his body into Randolph almost knocking him over.
Their faces were inches from one another. He dreaded Randolph might kiss him. The one thing he wasn't crazy about doing, was kissing. However, that is exactly what happened.
Randolph put a hand on each side of Rocco's unshaven face and stared into his eyes. Rocco, without hesitation, kissed Randolph on the lips and their mouths opened. He had ignited the very thing, he was dreading. This was different, and he liked it. The two of them began a kissing frenzy.
Rocco was genuinely turned on holding Randolph. He didn't expect this man to affect him this way. Rocco lowered his hand and massaged Randolph's dick, through his clothes.
Randolph was about 30 years his senior, but one would never guess it. He was a good looking man, with silver grey hair and chiseled facial features. He was a winning combination of sexy and generous with cash. He liked nice things and paid handsomely when he was pleased. Rocco understood this about him. He knew how to shuffle the deck to his advantage, and play his cards right. It was a big role in getting paid.
Rocco made love to him like a teen ager. There was groping, heavy breathing, sexy mumbling and a lot of licking going on.
Randolph lifted Rocco's arm and licked the sweaty black hair nestled there. "I told you I should have showered first." Said Rocco.
"Shut up – you're perfect."
It was then, that Rocco picked up Randolph in his arms and carried him like a new bride across the room.
"Which bedroom boss?" He asked
"First door on the right." Answered Randolph. "I'm too heavy, put me down."
"No way mate, you are not too heavy. I am strong and you are my captive." Grrr, Rocco said, laughing.
"Randolph absolutely loved that remark. The thought of being carried away by a strong beautiful man was arousing. Although it was not his idea, he liked being called boss too. He buried his head under Rocco's neck and let him carry him into the bedroom. Once there, Rocco laid him carefully on the bed.
He laid down next to Randolph and started to undress him. First came the shoes, then the pants, underwear, socks and shirt. They were now both naked.
Randolph couldn't keep his hands off Rocco's swollen prime meat. He ran his hand between his legs, cupped his balls and rubbed the tip of his cock.
"Want it boss?" asked Rocco
Breathing heavy, Randolph answered, -" yesses."
Rocco laid on his side facing him and scooted his crotch up to Randolph's face.
"Take it boss, I am here to feed you."
He put his cock into Randolph's mouth. His dick was being drawn and milked like a baby sucking a bottle of warm milk. The only sound coming from Randolph was moans of contentment.
"That's it boss, take it – take it. Suck your bottle. I brought you some cock milk"
He held Randolph's head gently in position, so he would be relaxed, as Rocco slid his smooth cock back and forth between his lips.
"Is this how you want me to position myself?" Rocco asked "I want you to be comfortable."
"That's perfect. Put your finger in me," Randolph said to him
Rocco thought to himself..."Jesus, he is just full of surprises." But he did as he was told.
Rocco crawled down between his legs and finger fucked his hole. After placing three fingers inside him and moving them around in the warm crevasse of his body, Rocco asked - "You want to get fucked, don't you?"
"Yeah, oh yeah, but I'm afraid you are too big. I don't think I can take that pole of yours."
"Okay then, we won't do it."
"Jesus, don't listen to a sex craved old bastard like me. I said I want to get fucked. Just do it."
"I don't want to hurt your ass boss. I'm not sure you can handle it. But, I want to please you."
"I'm not that god damn old that I'm going to crack and break." "You want that envelope. Don't you?" Growled back Randolph. "So let's see you please me, and don't worry about what I can handle."
"That statement was all it took for Rocco. No more baby bottle talk. Randolph was about to get a man from this point on. Rocco worked as a whore, and this was a job. There was nothing he wouldn't do, to please a client, as long as it wasn't violent. He would piss in their mouth, if told to do so, but he refused to hit anyone, not even for money.
He threw Randolph's legs into the air and sucked on his balls. He swallowed his cock and licked him with his lips. With his legs in the air, Rocco cleaned him with his tongue. He tongue fucked him for several minutes. Randolph wiggled around like a corkscrew loving everything Rocco was doing to him.
"Jesus, that was wonderful. You are quite the man." Randolph said to him.
"Good, because now my cock goes inside you. So no complaining boss. I'm not going to stop until I'm in."
"Yes, yes, put it in me. Just take it easy. I'm not a Latino bitch, you know"
"Rocco spit into Randolph's ass and began working the head of his fat Italian cock into his needy hole. To his amazement, it slid in rather easy and Randolph held it tight with his ass muscles."
"Whoo, you're no fuckin virgin", thought Rocco as he pumped away on the old man's ass.
It didn't take long before Rocco's nuts were screaming – "let's go lover" this cum is about to move.
"Where do you want it boss? On your lips, chest or in your ass?" Screamed Rocco.
"Where I can see it" answered Randolph. "Dump it where I can see it."
"Rocco pulled out and spurted thick gooey Alfredo sauce on to Randolph's face and across his lips. Some landed on his chest.
"Jerk me off Rocco and use your cum for lube."
Randolph had a nice looking dick. He wasn't as big as Rocco, but his cock was quality. He wet his hand with cum and began masturbating him.
Along with jerking off Randolph, he sucked on his cock from time to time, keeping it wet with spit. Moments later, Randolph shot on himself. Rocco smeared the wet mess across Randolph's chest.
"Lay on top of me." He said.
"Rocco obliged him and rested his naked frame on top of his chest. Rocco moved around on top of him spreading cum on both their bodies. He rested his head next to Randolph and kissed him on the cheek and nibbled just slightly on his ear.
"That's enough for today." Said Randolph quite abruptly. Let's clean up."
After a hot shower and another drink, Randolph told Rocco what he expected him to do. It was a paid job of course, and Rocco listened attentively as he spoke.
"I want you to attend a dedication of a gallery wing, that I helped finance, for the Museum of Natural History. There will be some influential people there and I would like you to pose as my nephew. You do have nice clothes, don't you?"
"When?"
"Tomorrow at 8:00. It is cocktails and dinner, at the Plaza Hotel." "Now for the clothes..."
"Is it black tie?" asked Rocco
"Not necessarily, perhaps for the speakers, but dinner jackets or suit and tie, will be fine for invited guest." "Naturally there is currency in it for you."
"We can talk about money later. Okay, yes - I'll do it." Answered Rocco
"I know how to dress, and `yes' I have nice clothes."
"Good. I will send a car, to Greenwich Village for you tomorrow at 7:00 pm. I have your building number on Barrows Street."
"You do?" "Yes, I guess you would have that." – That is fine." Said Rocco.
"Now for today." Randolph handed Rocco a white envelope and walked him to the door.
"Tomorrow then."
"Yes, tomorrow." Replied Rocco and left.
Victor had made the connection with his uncle for him. Rocco couldn't have been more pleased. This was exactly what he was looking for. A dinner party with wealthy people and half the men looking for clandestine sex with a cowboy-like male model.
Rocco always maintained an air of elegance to his personality. He could drop the Jersey accent and speak university educated, reminiscent of a duke from Milan. He never seemed `feminine or dramatic' just proper and always a polished gentleman. He also looked like a million bucks in a Giorgio Armani suit. And he owned several of them.
"Geese, how `bout that?" He thought. "A plaid shirt, work boots and dirty jeans during the day and Giorgio Armani at night."
He got off the subway at West Fourth Street with the envelope safely tucked in his pocket. He hadn't opened it. Instead he clutched it tightly as he travelled through Manhattan.
Jeremy was not home and the apartment was quiet. Rocco sat at the kitchen table and tore open the envelope. It was stuffed with fifties and hundreds, some of Uncle Sam's finest greenbacks.
"Holy shit – finger hot" Declared Rocco – as he passed the numerous bills through his hands.
To be continued: