The Coney Island Knights -- Chapter 5:
Good Old Times Square: It's A Hustler's "Safe Haven"
Setting: June 1952 - Manhattan
(With permission of the author -- DW Ent., FL )
One of Walt's favorite subway toilets for action was located at the Times Square station, but rather than the larger one on the main concourse where most of the station's patrons went, it was the smaller BMT men's room located off the busy path that he found some of his most interesting action. It was located off a passageway near the shuttle station that connected to the BMT platform below, and its access was through a deeply recessed "L" shaped entry. During the off hours it was especially busy with men seeking other men, and there always seemed to be a "guardian" standing just inside the door who would warn of an approaching stranger so that the men who might be engaged in sex had a moment to break it up and to resume a normal stance before the row of eight floor-length urinals that stood on a slightly raised platform.
Often after a night of hustling on 42nd Street and having been picked up and taken to a dark doorway or stairwell to be sucked, Walt usually hadn't allowed himself a climax so that he could be serviced by several johns and paid for his services. Most of them masturbated while they sucked on his whopper and would cum before he did and then want to leave. Walt like this set up because it allowed him to pocket a lot of money. However, before returning to the Navy Yard in Brooklyn he would find someone who would get him off, and usually he forego payment. His favorite place to go to be serviced was the out of the way Times Square BMT subway station's men's room where he knew he was safe from trouble, and the men's room was usually filled with other men looking for sex.
Like his buddy Eddie Schwartz, Walt had become a blatant exhibitionist and enjoyed the attention he got from strangers when they saw what he carried between his legs. He was hooked on street sex and sex in public johns. Indeed, the sailor with the uncut cock that was just shy nine inches was popular with the regulars of Times Square and he seldom returned to the Navy Yard without at least twenty or thirty dollars, sometimes more, in his wallet from his nights prowl. Eddie gave him some pointers and the two men had a string of regulars.
Walt would stand before a urinal in the men's room and slowly unbutton his barn door and then haul out his cock and balls and pretend to piss while his whopper filled with blood and assumed the magnificent proportions that awed the cocksuckers. He'd pull on long foreskin out with his thumb and finger and stretch it out and wag it at those watching. He liked the looks of envy in the eyes of the men and the hungry, slobbering from the cocksuckers desiring to service him.
At times he would recognize some of the "regulars" he often saw there, and when he was assured that it was safe, and that one of the "regulars" stood where he could signal the approach of some unknown intruder, or policeman, Walt would let a cocksucker, or maybe more than one cocksucker work on him. He liked the relay cocksuckers who tired their jaws working on him and would relinquish him to another man who would attempt to get Walt's gun to fire. When he found a cocksucker that had the right touch he would select him to be his favorite of the night and stand with his back to a urinal and let the cocksucker have him. He stood in a bowleg stance while the cocksure knelt before him and sucked him to a mighty climax, all the whole he looked around at the faces of strangers who stared at him in admiration or often envy, while one of the voyeurs talked sex talk to arouse him and the others. After being sucked on by
several men Walt would select the best cocksucker of the lot and allow him to finish him off, and when he allowed himself to climax he would call out to the gallery around him "here it comes, cocksucker, take my load" and the when who were watching and masturbating or being cocksucker by others would usually climax with him. Walt would walk to a wash basin and clean himself of the saliva and then button up his barn door and swagger out of the men's room completely satisfied, and off to his train.
On one particular night Walt entered and took his place at a vacant urinal and stood before it unbuttoning his barn door -- he never wore underwear when out on the town -- and hauled out his weapon that immediately got the attention of men on either side of him, one a tall willowy effeminate man and the other a short, swarthy muscular man wearing a leather jacket, leather biker's hat and what appeared to Walt to be very big thick-soled motorcycle boots. He appeared to Walt to be Puerto Rican or a light skinned Negro, but his blue-black hair was straight and slicked back in the DA style of the time, and his features were that of a Caucasian.
When he winked at Walt and spoke to him, asking, "How you doin', sailorboy?" Walt knew that he wasn't Spanish because of his heavy Brooklyn "hoodlum" accent. Instead of replying to him he just stared ahead. The grubby-looking man with dirty fingernails slowly tugged on his very large cock that surprised Walt because of his short stature, but he was an easy match for Walt in size, and on the bantamweight man it looked even larger. It was a darker brown than the rest of his complexion and when he skinned it the wet cockhead was a deep crimson in color and Walt instantly caught the aroma of his cockhead. He'd obviously been aroused sexually, but from its appearance hadn't been sucked yet and the pushy little runt was obviously needing and looking for a cocksucker -- or so Walt thought.
"Like what you see?" the runt asked Walt and fisted himself. "You can have it. I'd sure like to shove it up that tight-lookin' can of yours."
Walt ignored him, but displayed himself to the leather jacketed punk.
"Holy fuck, Sailorboy, that's a beautiful fuckin' piece you got! That's a big fuckin' piece of meat! That's gotta be the biggest joint in the U. S. Navy! You got a beautiful fuckin' torpedo there, sailorboy, how many whores did you kill with it while on liberty this time?" the punk remarked, reaching over to give it a feel. "Man! That's a fuckin' jawbreaker if I ever fuckin' seen one! You got a fuckin' bigger one then me! You lookin' to get it serviced before you go back to your ship, Sailorboy? I'd like to break my fuckin' jaws on that tryin' to go down on that fuckin' pussy bruiser."
He gave Walt's cock another feel then worked his finger up into the heavy sheath and then withdrew it and held his fingers to his nose.
"Aw, fuck! That's the best fuckin' smell in the world! Sailorboy pissy-flavored head cheese! I wanna wash that baby with my fuckin' tonsils!" the punk sighed. "Man that thing's gotta taste fuckin' fantastic, Sailorboy! It would be a fuckin' crime if you went an' washed it before you let some fuckin' cocksucker like me suck on it."
Knowing that the men in the room were all cruising, Walt stood back from the urinal letting the runt handle him. He proudly showed off what he had and enjoyed the stares of envy from the others, especially the punk who stood beside him.
"Goddamn!" one of the others said reaching over to grab a feel.
The ballsy muscular runt grabbed Walt's cock again, but before he could move to acknowledge him further the "door man" coughed signaling of an intruder. The leather jacketed man beside Walt stared ahead as another sailor entered. He was wearing whites and took a place beside the grubby-looking biker. He unbuttoned his fly and hauled out his cock and began to slowly masturbate while it grew erect almost instantly.
"Aw, fuck," the muscular runt muttered, "Another horny sailboy. I knew the streets were swarmin' with sailorboys because the fleets in, but I didn't expect so many fuckin' hard-up sailorboys getting' in my clutches. Sailors drive this fuckin' cocksucker crazy! You want it sucked?"
"Yeah," the sailor replied, as Walt stared sideways surreptitiously, and saw that the man beside him turned slightly toward the sailor and watched while the sailor masturbated and wagged it at the punk between them. Walt enjoyed showing off what he knew some men wanted and he liked to be propositioned by other men -- especially by two or more so that he would be fought over and he could choose the highest bidder.
The leather-jacketed man beside him whispered hoarsely to the sailor whose face showed that he had had a little too much to drink.
"Hey, Sailorboy, you ready to drop anchor? Need that big hard fucker serviced? You ain't gonna just stand there and fuckin' beat it off are you? Want it sucked off?" Walt heard him ask the sailor.
The sailor nodded and pulled his balls out and turned to face the punk, and said, "Yeah, cocksucker! Wanna go down on it!"
Walt had no idea who the sailor might be, certainly not from the Navy Yard and noted the name of the ship on his sleeve. He knew two ships were presently docked at the North River. The grubby man whispered something to the young blond sailor that Walt couldn't understand, but he saw the biker reach over and stroke the drunken sailor's cock that was now fully erect.
"I knew this fucking joint was never a disappointment," the sailor said in a hoarse whisper, and with an accent Walt knew to be a local man. "I used to stop in here after school to get my peter sucked."
The sailor leaned back to scout down the row of urinals and their occupants who were all masturbating, and then at Walt. He grinned and rolled his eyes. The punk grabbed Walt's cock and gave it a feel, but continued to stroke the drunken sailor's cock.
"I know you want that fuckin' thing took care off, Sailorboy," the dark little man asked in his punk-like manner of speaking, and Walt heard the sailor reply.
"Yeah!" he asked. "I'm so hot I could blow my load in the pisser."
The punk in the leather jacket stooped over and went down on the sailor who groaned loudly and gasped "Oh yeah, baby, eat me you fucking queer!"
He looked at Walt and shook his head knowingly and turned sideways to the urinal to let the cocksucker have him. Knowing that those in the men's room were all cruising, the dark leather jacketed punk dropped to his haunches and went down on the sailor who thrust his hips forward and with a deep sigh felt his cock being sucked. Then the leather jacketed punk stood and then pointed at the stalls nearby and then poked the sailor and headed to one of the four doorless stalls. The sailor looked around and then shrugged. Without putting his hard cock away he walked to the stall and the men at the urinals saw the punk's hand come out and take hold of his cock and pull him close. The nearly-drunk sailor braced himself by holding onto the sides of the stall partition and thrust his hips out and stood there while he was being cocksucked. Two of the men walked over to watch and so did Walt. The sailor paid no attention while the
bobbing head of the seated cocksucker worked on him.
At that moment three more sailors entered. The doorman hadn't warned of their coming and as they entered they both wobbled in, also slightly drunken, and one of them called out.
"Hey Arty, where the fuck did you go?"
Arty, the sailor being blown grinned broadly and replied, "having my peter sucked, Davy, what's it look like? Want him to take care of you too? Hey, Teddy, Vic you too. Come on, it's free; the queer's giving it away. Get in line; wait your turn!"
Davy and Teddy stepped past the others and both sailors shook their head. Vic stood away from the others and looked at Walt with suspicion, aware that Walt, like himself, was not part of their ship's crew because they wore the name of their ship on a shoulder patch. Walt also took note of Vic's shoulder patch. He'd obviously joined the other sailors who had apparently been drinking, but were not drunk, but in a carefree mood and feeling horny. Vic scowled darkly, and looked at Walt and shrugged.
"These fucking drunken assholes are going to get run in!" Vic grumbled.
"Naw," the hoodlum on the hopper said taking a break from cocksucking, "we got us a fuckin' chickee at the door."
Apparently the "chickee" had seen the ship's name on the other two sailors and knew that they were all buddies from the same ship, except for Vic whose patch bore a different ship's name.
The leather jacketed man returned to cocksucking. Davy unbuttoned and began to pull on himself. Arty gasped "Aw fuck, I'm gonna blow it!" then gave a grunt and shot. The man on the hopper pulled him close and looked up at him, opened his mouth to show the creamy load on his tongue and then swallowed hard, before speaking.
"Thanks for the big load, sailorboy, now you got some piss for me, Sailorboy? You been drinkin' beer I can tell from your breath -- give me a drink to wash your juice down," his cocksucker asked him.
Arty gave a hopeless shrug and said yes, and as Walt and the others watched the toilet man started to swallow. Only when the sailor was finished was he allowed to pull away. The Davy wedged in and wanted his cock sucked.
"Do me too! I got a big fucking load for you, cocksucker," he said in a demanding voice, and the man on the toilet eagerly obliged.
Vic was pawing at his crotch obviously aroused by what his companions were getting and he scowled again at Walt and then unbuttoned and presented a short, thick uncircumcised piece. He looked at Walt again, and then asked, "Are you gonna go next or what?"
Walt shook his head "no" and waved him toward the cocksucker on the hopper. Vic, somewhat older nudged in beside his buddy and the seated cocksucker switched over to him and Walt heard the cocksucker speak.
"Aw, fuckin' yeah, some Guinea mozzarella, man. I want your juice and some piss, too," the punk muttered and Vic looked back over his shoulder and then fed his cock to him and quickly groaned loudly and shot. His buddy beside him put his hand on Vic's ass and patted it.
"Piss in his mouth -- I did. The fucking queer drinks piss."
"Why the fuck not?" Vic grunted and muttered something and then Walt heard the cocksucker swallowing. Vic pulled away and Davy moved back into position to be serviced.
The cocksucking went on several minutes and then Davy blew his load with a loud groan and then pulled back.
"Want more pee?" the sailor asked; "I got some, too; I wanna see what's it's like to take a leak in a cocksucker's mouth."
The seated man pulled him close; they again heard him drinking. Midway through relieving himself the sailor gave a shiver and sighed.
"Fuck! It feels wild! Man! It's almost like getting a nut that lasts as long as you take a leak!" he shivered and then moved away and Teddy, the third sailor, the older of the trio, who had been pawing his crotch unbuttoned and moved in to plug the throat of the seated cocksucker.
"I'll show you punks how to use a fucking piss drinking cocksucker!" Teddy said sarcastically. "These toilet freaks need working over and I'm just the fucking man to do it."
Vic seemed more interested in Walt than what the others were doing. While the other sailors kept their interest on the cocksucker on the toilet Vic moved closer to Walt and reached over to handle his cock.
"Fuck, that's a beauty, buddy! Damn, what a whopper!" Vic said and then leaned close and whispered, "I wouldn't mind swinging on that, but not with these jerks around."
The sailor being cocksucked looked around to see who was watching him and then barked an order to the man on the toilet.
"Do mine!" Teddy insisted and stood straddle-leg feeding his cock to the seated man. Teddy grabbed his head and face-fucked him and quickly climaxed and pushed him roughly away and then with a wicked grin looked around his buddies and at Walt and plugged in and relieved himself into the leather jacketed cocksucker who didn't resist, but before he was finished he grabbed a hand full of hair of the cocksucker and pulled away. He sprayed his stream into his face soaking him and then gave an evil chuckle. When he was finished he looked up at Walt.
"You're next," Teddy said to Walt. "Give this queer the works."
Vic looked disappointed as Walt wagged his cock at him, but then there was a loud cough and the men returned quickly to the urinals and the two sailors started for the door. A policeman entered and rapped his club on the tile wall.
"What the hell does this look like, the USO pool room? OK boys, everyone take a leak and get out of here on the double. No more loitering. In five minutes I'll be back and I don't expect any of you to take any longer than that to pee. The Shore Patrol is in the station. You sailors look like you've been drinking a little too much. Ship out of here, now! Go to the right because the SPs are down the underpass and heading this way. Scoot!" the cop said, and the sailors filed out in a hurry. The punk in the leather jacket was behind the last sailor but as he tried to pass the cop blocked his way with his nightstick.
"You stay! The cop said firmly. "I've seen you around here before, I want to have a word with you -- in private. Back in that stall and take a seat!"
The sullen cocksucker shrugged and returned to the stall, and when Walt cleared the passageway he saw a second policeman standing beside the passageway. He walked inside and then turned around and returned to his previous position.
"Somebody's going to get shook down," Vic muttered to Walt as the sailors scattered. "I'm glad it's not me!"
Walt went down the stairs to catch his train for his return to the Navy Yard in Brooklyn. He always could find a cocksucker on Flushing Avenue who would invite him into their car or into one of the many darkened alleys before he checked into the yard, but he wished that he'd fed the cocksucker on the toilet while the group of strangers, especially the four sailors that he didn't know, took in his open sex scene. There was something about the rough-neck punk that interested Walt.
But Walt wasn't going to have to make a stop on Flushing Avenue, because as he walked toward the stairway leading down to the lower platform he heard a voice behind him. Turning, he saw Vic.
"Them assholes are going back to their ship. Mine's over there too. I parted company with them because they're boozed up and I ain't ready to go back to mine yet. Hey, can I buy you a beer or something?"
Walt looked Vic over and with a smile said, "You can, but I think you're more interested in me for another reason. Right?"
Vic shrugged and smiled, before replying, "You didn't get that horse dick taken care of because the cop showed up. Maybe you still need taking care of?"
Walt wasn't surprised that the roughest of the four sailors was the man who was a cocksucker. He gave Vic a slap on the back and hugged around the waist briefly before stopping near the head of the stairs.
"Where can we go?" Walt asked. "You're right; I need to get my gun off before heading back to the Yard. I'm over in Brooklyn and not off a ship."
"Yeah, I heard. That's why I'm on the make. I need to suck a dick. I didn't want them assholes to know even if I was just hanging out with them."
"I know a place we can go," Walt said. "You'll be heading back to your ship afterwards, right, Vic?"
"Yeah. I got my load off, but I really need to take one, too," Vic said, and Walt led him to the exit.
While they walked Vic told Walt that he was on his second hitch, was from South Philadelphia, and sex life on the ship was making it with two other crewman who thought that Vic was only trade. Vic said that he was cautious in that respect.
"I got a nice piece of meat and get it taken care of, but I like to suck dick, too. I don't wanna risk getting a rep on the ship -- you know what I mean?"
Indeed Walt did, and told Vic that he understood.
"We better go up to the street and where I know a good place," Walt explained. "It's not too smart messing here if the SPs are around looking for messed up men who had too much to drink. Follow me, Vic."
Walt led to the street and to a loading platform on 41st Street where he knew the hustlers often took their scores. They were no sooner in the secluded area when Walt saw two other men in a corner. One was working on the other.
"Fuck them," Vic said, "I want that big beautiful piece you got. I don't mind them seeing us if you don't."
"Hell no, let them watch," Walt quickly replied while unbuttoning.
Vic was down on his haunches eagerly sucking Walt's cock. Walt leaned back against the wall and let Vic do what he wanted to him and was surprised that the sailor could take all he had to the hilt, though he pulled away now and then choking for air. The two men in the corner completed their tryst; they came toward Walt and Vic, and then paused.
"I guess you sailors couldn't find any pussy, huh? Glad you found out you don't need them. I bet you're not lonely during those weeks at sea."
"You got it," Walt replied. "This is the best cocksucker in the whole damn navy, and I got him."
The men watched the two sailors for a few moments and then left while Vic continued to work on Walt thrilling him with his expert tongue work on his foreskin and cockhead.
"I hope you ain't in a hurry," Vic said. "I could suck this beauty all night! I'm a skin worshiper."
"I'm in no hurry, and you're sure making it feel good. Take your time, Vic. Take your time. You can suck it as long as you want it."
Indeed, Walt did take his time and Vic worked steadily on him pausing now and then to mouth his balls and work on his long foreskin.
"We're lucky we got these," Vic said softly to Walt pulling his skin out and running his tongue around inside. "Man, I like the way cocksuckers work on mine. How about you, sailor?"
"That's half the enjoyment of a blowjob," Walt said, and Vic continued cocksucking.
Vic put all his best into what he was doing. Walt reached down to take Vic's hat off and ran his hands through the sailor's thick, black curly hair. He toyed with Vic's ears and then put his hat on again and let Vic work on him.
"God! You sure know how to suck cock," Walt groaned as Vic continued to deep throat him getting his closer and closer to a climax.
Vic pulled off only long enough to reply, "Yeah, and I don't get a chance to work on a big dick like you got very often. Man, it's a beauty!"
He returned to cocksucking and soon Walt announced that he was getting close, and asked, "You want me to cum in your mouth, Vic?"
Vic pulled off momentarily to reply, "Yeah, blow your nuts and pump them dry down my throat, buddy!" and he sucked deeper and Walt reached a mind-blowing climax.
"Damn, you sure blow big loads! I love the taste of a man's sperm," Vic panted, and then standing, he gulped and then stood close to him and began masturbating; he told Walt he wanted to get off again. Walt reached down and then told him he had a better way.
"You deserve a blow job after that. Damn, any man that can treat my big weapon like you did deserves more than a hand-job, Walt said giving Vic a hug, and then stooping, he went down on Vic and the sailor groaned loudly.
"Oh, fuck! You're a cocksucker, too -- and a hell of a good one like me," Vic uttered. "You're fantastic, sailor, I'm gonna go back to the ship feeling satisfied and them assholes are gonna know by the smile on my mug that Liberty was one fucking blast for me. If they only knew! Suck it, sailor, I'm gonna blow another load for you. Aw, fuck! Here it comes!"
When they parted both Walt and Vic were ready for some sack time. Walt headed back to Brooklyn and Vic to his ship docked at the Hudson River pier.