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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 19
I walked around the city and in a city like New York, it was incredible how many places could walk in to. The Lower East Side, Little Italy, or Chinatown, but I always stuck to the downtown area where the tenements surrounded you, street after street after street... Sleepy, tired and overworked was our neighborhood, rather than the gleaming, vibrant ferocity of faraway Uptown or the money-hungry mess that is the Downtown Wall Street area.
It was about two o'clock and I was back in Tompkins Square Park, walking along the lazy pathways. The park was four blocks long, from Seventh to Tenth Streets, and one block across, Avenue A to Avenue B. And in the park, it was easy to get lost in your own thoughts.
I sat down on a bench and bent to pick up a small, twisted branch that had fallen off a tree, possibly from yesterday's rainstorm. I flicked it my hand and struck a few stones lying nearby. A few people passed, but I ignored them, lost in thoughts of Shelly.
I kinda liked him, even though he knew I couldn't get a woman pregnant in the way I thought. Now where did he learn about sexual reproduction in the early 1960s, reading on his own or in his school? No way did they teach that in my school, that's for sure...
I flicked the stick about, then tossed it away. It almost struck a man's leg. I sat up about to apologize, that, or at least to flee...
But it was Dickie! Now what the hell was he doing here, shouldn't he be at work?
He smiled, plopping down on the bench next to me.
"How ya doin', kid?" he asked, pushing his hat back and adjusting his glasses, looking up and down the path.
Surprisingly, I looked at him, as he reached for my leg and squeezed it just above the knee. I sat staring at him.
"You're still not mad, are you?" he said, once again looking around.
I shrugged.
"How about coming with me?" he whispered, squeezing my leg again, much higher and more firmly.
I had gotten incredibly hard, lusting for his hands on me. A woman came walking up the path as he pulled his hand away. The woman walked past without her looking at us.
"You're such a nice little sissy," he quietly said, reaching for my crotch. He stroked, impressed by my hardness. "Mmm...very nice, baby. So nice..."
I wanted to lie on that bench and have him feel me up, but I cleared my throat and sat up, pushing his hand off me.
"How come you're here, no work?" I asked, also looking up and down the empty path.
He shrugged, again reaching for my crotch. "Off on Tuesday, have to work Saturday." He looked along the path and squeezed me harder. I was no longer resisting, just wary of someone seeing, but I really no longer cared who saw what, as long as he was doing it with me!
"Let's go to my place, sweetie," he whispered and nodded, as I no longer was resisting. "You need a face-creaming, don't you?" He winked. "And you might even take it in your mouth, eh, Timmy?"
God, I didn't want to, but winked back and embarrassedly smiled.
"Let's go, Timmy."
I hurried out of the park with him. A pity we couldn't be holding hands, I thought, blushing as his hand accidently tapped mine. I was very eager and hard.
We sped up.
Chapter 20
We walked hurriedly to his apartment, quickly disrobing of our shirts and slacks where they fell and clutching and pawing we fell onto the bed.
Within moments his massive cock was shooting on my face, and I melted. It was a magical sensation, a feeling of newness and springtime. Cum, with a luscious, fragrant, dew-like aroma and taste that was the root of all creation in the Universe, and it smelled divinely beautiful. I've been scenting and lusting after it since my earliest childhood.
His softening penis plopped down my face, but it was still slightly hard.
He smiled. I blushed and smiled back. Again, my penis jerked up.
"My, my," he said, pawing and squeezing my stiff cock. "Hard as a rock, and I love it!"
I felt about for his own penis, hoping for a hardness, but it was sticky and gooey, an almost dead-like and flabby muscle.
"You want another face smearing, don't you, Timmy?" he asked.
I hungrily looked up at him and nodded my head.
"Sorry," he sighed, "but I'm not a kid anymore, like you are. At my age a man can't do it more than two or three times a day, and that's about it."
He sadly looked at me, but mostly at the unfairness that is Life...
"But how come you do it with others even after you've been with me? I saw you going to the bathroom a few times."
He shrugged. "No big deal, I'm after hard, shooting dicks, just as they are. It doesn't mean anything to either of us. Sometimes I don't even see their faces, just their cocks."
He closed his eyes, as if dreaming of dicks but playing with mine. Still, I followed him to the bathroom with his arm around my shoulder. He peed as I stood watching, mesmerized by his throbbing muscle gushing out a rich, heavy yellowish stream of pee. He dribbled out a final few droplets, then moved aside to let me stand before at the toilet tank.
I gratefully peed, too, trying to aim my erect cock into the bowl, but somewhat overshot the toilet, sprinkling and dribbling on the floor.
"Sorry, I bit so hard a few days ago," he said, gazing at my bite-marked dick. "I sucked so hard my teeth left marks on your dick, see?"
He pointed at my cock as I peed. I grimaced, looking at the splotches of red on my scarred muscle.
"Damn," I said, looking down at my bloodied stiff dick; I had seen it before.
"Not to worry, he shrugged. "That always happens in making love, like we just did."
I gazed at him. "We made love?"
He nodded his head. "Uh huh, love like I'll always remember it to be. Will you, too, Timmy?"
I continued peeing and looking down at my dribbling cock. Its vibrant hiss was slowly fading.
Love, I thought, I just made love with a man, but doesn't love make babies? I remembered Pani Stetz and shook my head.
"Yeah, I think so. I'll remember."
Dickie laughed. "You think so?" he said, shaking his head. "Don't you know?" He shook his head and mumbled, "Just a kid, just a kid."
I blushed and asked, "What about the pee-pee I got on the floor?"
Again, Dickie laughed. "Forget it, kid, wasn't that much," and led me out of the bathroom.
"You know, it really burns," I finally said, looking down at the bite marks on my dick.
"Oh, poor baby," he said, also gazing down at my dick.
He reached up and retrieved a medicine tube from a cabinet,
"Put this on, it'll help."
He sat me down at the kitchen table, the tube he had opened for a glob of Vaseline petroleum jelly, that its sticky but lovely coolness was instantly satisfied and revived me.
I nodded and blushed, looking at him. So, he's old, I thought, looking at Dickie. Big deal, can't be older than mom...
"How old are you?" I asked.
He smirked and snorted. "Let's say I'm my thirties, okay?" He looked curiously at me, and I turned away.
"Okay," I mumbled, as we walked to the bedroom, our two dicks flapping before us.
"What we did, Timmy," he said, clutching my hand, "not many would understand. They'd see it as abuse, of a grown man using a little kid. Do you see it that way?"
He looked at me, waiting.
"No," I mumbled. "So, you used me, so what? I wanted to be used. I was ready and willing, nothing wrong in that is there? Anyway, it was just a face-smearing, I can always say that."
He held my hands in his own, his wet eyes upon me.
"Oh, Timmy..." he grabbed me around my shoulders. "You're precious to me. So sweet, my gentle sissy, I love you." We kissed. "Do you love me?"
I looked at me and nodded.
"Do have many friends, one's you can confide in?"
I shrugged. "I don't need friends," I said. "They just want to use me and beat me up or take away what I got."
He looked at me, moving my face to his. "Not even one? C'mon, you can tell me..."
I sadly shook my head and shrugged. "Just other kids at school but they're mean."
Then it hit me, Shelly! He can be my friend.
I beamed proudly and gushed to Dickie about that morning and the previous day's talk in the library. But Dickie frowned.
"I don't think Shelly will be coming around much anymore," he said, shaking his head. "Anyway, his time's nearly up..."
"How come...?" I asked. "I thought you two were like boyfriend/girlfriend, you know, you seemed very close together."
"Listen, Shelly's a nice kid, don't get me wrong. But he doesn't do what girls are supposed to do, namely suck and swallow." I winced, I didn't suck and swallow either. "I told Shelly many times his three months are almost here and as soon as I find someone else, he'll be gone. And this week I found someone..." He looked and pointed at me, "You!'
"Me? What do mean...me? I don't suck or swallow."
Not yet you don't, but very quickly you'll be getting there, that I'm very sure you'll be even better than the ones I've already had. Other girls, well, it takes them about a month or so to be a real swallower, but with you, I'll have you swallowing in less than a week." He beamed at me. "Baby, you're the greatest!"
I looked at him. Was it true I could be a swallower in a week or so?
"What makes you say that, how do you know it's me?"
"That's exactly what I mean, you," he beamed happily at me. "Shelly's out, you're in. What could be better than that?"
I shivered. I was in and Shelly's out, but what does that really mean?
"I don't understand," I said, pushing myself out of bed. "What do you mean out and what's in?"
Dickie burst out laughing. "Shelly knows what's what. His three months are almost over. Girls stay just three months, more or less, then a new one comes along. This is your time, honey," he said, beaming and stooping down to give me a kiss. "Your learning process is just about to begin, and I suspect you'll make a great cocksucker and swallower, once you learn how to do it correctly." And he tweaked my ass."
So, Shelly's out and I'm in. How easy could that be? Wouldn't it be great if all of life were like that, in, out, what could be better than that?
"But I'm not a girl, I'm a boy," I said, pushing his hands off.
He smiled. "My little boychick, that's what you are."
I looked at him. I had heard the Yiddish term countless times on our Lower East Side, even my dead landlord had used the term about me, but I never thought it was meant the way I was hearing it now.
"Boy, girl, what's the difference? I know boychicks make wonderful cocksuckers. You become what you were meant to be, a feminine boy, a queer sissy. You like that, don't you?" He looked at me, wickedly grinning. "That's what you always wanted to be, anyway. And you don't have to do much, just be yourself and become what you always wanted to be, a queer sissy cocksucker, an ass-humper, a swallower, a boychick!"
And he beamed at me very proudly, nodding his head.
"Yes, I'm sure you'll quickly develop into an expert cocksucker. The best I've ever had!"
His smugness was very disturbing; I was getting nervous.
"Does Shelly know you're about to do this, let him go and have me stay; won't he be pissed?"
Dickie shrugged. "Shelly knows the rules; it's time for her to go anyway. You're next in line," and he winked at me and blew me a kiss. "But in three months it will be your turn to leave, stepping aside as a new sissy steps into your frilly clothes. Baby, all of life is constantly changing and growing up, and don't you forget it."
I was very confused. "I can't," I muttered. "I live with my mom; she won't let me go, not like this. I'm not your...wife." And I turned very red, the embarrassment going down to my arms and chest.
Dickie laughed. "Who said anything getting married or living together, though that would be so very lovely, indeed. No, you come here after school, or wherever, and I'll let you in, and we'll be together and do what we want to make us happy and satisfied, like sucking each other off, just acting like a married couple do. Wouldn't that be lovely?"
He beamed at me.
"If I'm not here...well, I'm not here."
He laughed.
"Once in a while, usually on long weekends, we can be like man and wife, but not legally, of course." He shrugged, smiling at me.
I smiled back, brightening. "So, I don't have to leave mom or my house?"
He shook his head, laughing. "Off course not, you live as you always lived. With your mommy..." But there was something sinister in the way he said mommy. "But remember, no one can know about our little secret. Anyway, they wouldn't understand about our true love, now, would they?"
I was looking down and he put his hand on my chin, uplifting my face. "Would they?" he repeated.
I looked into his shiny eyes, they seemed moist.
"No sir," I answered. "They would not understand. I'll keep our little secret between us."
I leaned into his chest, but still uncertain of what was happening.
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