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THE FACIALIST: The Lambda Award Winner for Best Gay Erotica by Mykola Dementiuk – Sizzler Editions
The Facialist
A Sexual Story of the Lower East Side
by Mykola Dementiuk
Chapter 33
The next morning mom had already left for the funeral parlor, I supposed, when I awoke. It was a warm sunny day when I started walking to Eleventh Street, turning west and heading toward Pani Stetz's building, that is, Shelly's old building. Did he move, I wondered, like he said he would do?
Close to Second Avenue the street was quiet, just the usual car traffic from the mid-block garage. I climbed up the stairs to Pani Stetz's place when I heard men's voice up above me.
"Don't worry," said a gruff man's voice. "I'll fix it for you. I'm the super. I know about these things. I help new tenants."
I grinned and shook my head. Yeah, the way he was going to fix Pani Stetz's dripping faucet, I thought, drip, drip, drip...
I gripped my cock and knocked on her door.
Almost instantly she opened it, with her face red.
"Good morning," she said, "Nice to see you so very early. Come in, come in," and she shut the door behind her.
"Just came to fix your drip," I said, very awkwardly, and staring at her purplish negligée.
"Oh, never mind the drip," she said, looking at me. I had followed her to the living room where just a day ago I had felt her warm and soft big breast. "Tell me, did we do anything? I was out of it. I don't remember much..."
"Do anything?" I shook my head, almost smiling. "Like what..."
She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out; I saw it was the menthol kind, the same as Shelly had been smoking, a woman's brand. But I rather liked them, too. I pulled mine out and she didn't say anything as I lit my last one.
"You know," she blushed but continued, "what we were not supposed to do, making doity..."
I looked quizzically at her. "Doity, what's that?"
"Oh, c'mon, you know, when two people get together they eventually have to make doity." And she looked at me, fluttering her eyelids. "It's what keeps the world rolling around."
"Oh, that, you mean, making dirty, having sex," I said, blushing and looking surprised. "You mean like filthy fucking?"
She faintly smiled and poured herself another coffee.
"You get it when you can..." I smirked at her.
She looked at me and puffed on her cigarette, slightly blushing. "Well, did you like it?"
"Yes, I did," I replied, nodding my head, I took a final puff of my cigarette and put it out. "Pani Stetz, you were fantastic, never had one like you before, that's for sure."
"And you've had many, I suppose, at you age?"
"No, not many, just a few. I'm still young, you know," I said and winked at her, rubbing my stiffened crotch. But I had to wonder, from where did that bravado and boasting come from? I never had sex with a woman, yet I was acting as if I've had many...
"Well, I didn't have many clothes on, I suppose," she smirked, quickly finishing her coffee and putting out her cigarette next to mine. "And I was pretty hot..." and she shook her head ang blushed. "Stahsh can't do much when he's been drinking. Sure, am glad you were around, yes, I was."
And she sat down next to me and leaned in for a kiss. She kissed me back as if she was famished, ripping up her negligée while undoing my shirt and pants, whisking off my underwear.
That's it's amazing how easy my first fucking actually was, of a penis piercing a cunt like chocolate melting in a mouth. Fucking her was the easiest and most natural thing in the world, for a man and a woman, or a teenage boy and his adult lover, but I was certainly a man!
Then I thought of Dickie...Oh, screw him, little twerp don't mean shit!
We were drained and exhausted. But she pushed herself up and got off the couch.
"Have to see Stahsh this afternoon," she said, starting to comb her hair, "but you with you around, I sure don't want too." And she blew me a kiss.
I also got up off the couch and began putting my clothes back on. "I know what you mean, I just want to spend a little more time with you."
"Listen, come back tomorrow, we'll make doity again," and she winked. "But this time in the bedroom, on a real bed to lie down in, okay?"
"What about Stahsh," I asked, "won't he be here?"
She shook her head. "He'll be working in New Jersey, some client down there. Leaves early, comes back late. They do gardening, Stahsh likes it, flowers and stuff, you know. We'll spend all day together, it will be perfect, no?"
I grinned and nodded, "Yes, ma'am, perfect."
We smirked at each other, and I headed to the front door.
"Do you like me?" she asked, looking very embarrassed.
"Oh, yes, I do, very much."
She blushed and gave me a little peck. I was out the door and cheerfully walking up the street.
Chapter 34
I was very happy, ecstatic really, about time that I was a man and not just a little go-nowhere kid, as I thought I had been before. Now would come the real womanizing me, and I was more than ready, that's for sure.
I wanted to screw every woman that passed me by, beautiful and attractive or washed-up and dowdy. Made no difference to me as long they had a cunt that could be filled, and I was more then ready to enter and fill.
But what about sissy men, was I going to leave them alone from now on?
On Fourteenth Street I stood and looked at the branches of the Second Avenue Park, a block away. My penis tingled with a hardness as I watched a man enter the restrooms on Fifteenth Street. Damn, do I go after him? Wasn't my lust satisfied by a woman just moments ago?
I turned and sauntered into the park. More people were sitting around but the hot humid air had receded a bit, it wasn't as stagnant as the day before.
But I was leery, looking at each sitter as if I could recognize something in them, but what? The sexual chase had been going on for millennia, so why did I think it would be different if I joined the pursuit? Go after men, go after women, in the end what's the difference? Two bodies are becoming one in copulation --ah, bliss!
I fell onto a bench near Seventeenth Street holding on to my stiffened crotch. Man, I wanted to jerk off and fast, too.
Then I saw him, the old man who had been repelled by my bitten dick a day or so ago. He didn't nod but coldly kept walking, shaking his head, and angrily smoking a cigarette. Was he pissed off that I had been sitting next to the other old man? Weird, that's for sure. Men can be just as petty and jealous of each other as women are. Small world, indeed.
I kept looking around when I instantly brightened. There was the friendly old man I had run away from a day ago and he was walking right in my direction. Funny, but I had been thinking of him just now.
I smiled and rubbed my hard crotch, adjusting it to show my erection more clearly. All the while, my face turning red. I stretched my legs, the obvious stiff bulge protruding upwards.
"Well, well, young man," he said, taking a seat beside me. He lowered his voice, "I see you're still horny, that's what I like about young men. Tell me, how many times have you cum today?"
I snorted. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, if you're looking, I'm looking too, are you?"
I shrugged.
"Listen, I live nearby on Nineteenth Street, we can go there."
I remained sitting and looking at him. "You like to do anything? You name it, we'll do it." He winked; I winked back.
"Sure," I quietly said, shyly staring at him, "I like getting facials."
He curiously looked at me. "Facials, what's that?" he asked. "Can't say I've heard of it."
I blushed. "You know, when you're about to cum you shove your dick in my face and let it dribble down..."
He shut his eyes and seemed to swoon, moving his head slightly back and forth. But then a spasm rocked his body, as he shivered, exploding into deep heavy breathing. Looking at him I knew he had cum. I was very hard, too, just seeing at it.
"Are you alright?" I nervously asked.
He opened his eyes; they seemed to be pasted together.
"Dribble," he muttered. "Scum dribbling down your face...oh, God, so lovely." He pushed himself nearer, taking me by the hand. "Can you cum on my face, also. I want to be like you, a facialist. You know," he whispered and blushed. "Young man, you made me cum just now. Now, that hasn't happened in quite some time."
I dreamily looked at him, certain I was going to cum, too. This was even better than being with Dickie or Shelly. I was breathing very heavily. I dreamily rocked my legs.
"So, you shot your spunk, eh? And in your pants --very, very nice, indeed. But can you do it again, on my face?"
He his eyes and squinted as if looking very far way.
"Oh, God, yes, yes I can," he began to get up.
I also stood and we walked out of the park. Something made me recall a long time ago.
"You ever been to Coney Island?" I asked, biting my lip.
He looked at me. "Why, yes, now that you mention it. I used to spend lovely times there, with lovely boys," and he blushed. "Funny you should remind me of those days; I used to live in Brooklyn in those days. Why do you ask?"
I was silent walking up First Avenue.
"My parents used to take me there in those days, when I was little... Something reminded me of that time, that's all."
We were silent, walking next to the other.
"Something good?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I was just remembering what it felt like..."
He looked at me. "Must have been lush and delicious, no?"
"Not really, I was told to keep my eyes closed or else I wouldn't get a surprise." I shut my eyes as we waited for the light to change.
"How old were you?"
I opened my eyes. "Oh, maybe ten or so, anyway, still little, it's impossible for me to know what was going on."
He was silent, "And in all this time, you're still waiting for your surprise, is that it?"
I shrugged.
"I was just a little kid; he was an adult who used me, actually cheated on me, ripped me off."
"Was it really cheating? Or did he leave you with a memory of what spunk on your face can be like, cool and lovely? Forget about him just remember what it felt like."
I looked at him. He was right, the hell with who he was and remember what he did --shot scum all over my face. At that moment I stopped with my eyes shut and felt the spasm through me as I shot my scum into my dungarees. He also stopped and hungrily stared at me. I'm sure he knew what had just happened.
"We're almost there," he whispered, "just a few more doors. By the way, what's your name? I know I asked you yesterday, but I forget..."
I looked at him. "Shelly," I said biting my lip.
He smiled. "Shelly, a lovely pretty feminine name. So, Shelly desires a face-creaming, eh?" he quietly and dreamily said. "I'm sure we can supply her with one, but she has to give us a face-creaming, too."
I leered and winked at him.
"I'm going to shoot my scum all over you face," I wickedly said, "and watch it dribble down to your chin..."
He stared at me, openmouthed. "Oh, God, yes, yes, same here, young man, yes I believe I'm going to cum on your face, too. God, the thought me hard again. Can't wait to get upstairs."
We reached his address.
"This is my place," he said, opening the front door.
"Whew, about time," I said.
We went into his building with our two stiff erections poking out before us. We hurried up the stairs.
The End
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