I wasn’t all that glad to be moving from a large house in Louisville Kentucky to this apartment building someplace in New York City meat market District. I wrote that to a friend on postcard as soon as we moved in. City was quiet because it was summertime. But I found my way using the stairwell rather than the elevator. Never trusted those small elevators didn’t want to get stuck. My claustrophobia if that’s what it was, it might’ve just been my good fortune and intuition or maybe perhaps I followed my nose to the scent of sex, for it was here in the stairwell that the young men of the building most of which college students are seniors in high school were sharing with their parents. New York could and would be quite expensive. But they had this rent control and so a $3000 a month apartment could be $280 rent control. Any apartments were large enough and the parents were cool enough, but still most parents don’t wanna hear their boys their sons getting fucked by other boys other people’s sons so this became the accepted place the stairwell. The parents somewhat elderly and usually coming home with food packages and mail took the elevator like like the stairwell didn’t exist. And so this was our well there is really before I got there, but I was welcomed in pretty quickly. They especially liked somebody that was bottom material. That’s a bottom. I could be available anytime without actually leaving home. They text me a message if it was one of the guys that I liked and you know me, I like most guys they clean, cut, slim not to muscular and can go at it vigorously for a while and have that duality of banging me like I’m just some random pick up, but then made sure that the aftercare and before care I should note were all just as important as the fucking itself was. And not for the reasons of all, he just won’t do it the next time now they really did care. They knew they talked they spoke. We spoke of what I liked what I didn’t like, and they made themselves my friends. Friends with benefits. Sometimes they be boyfriends when they saw that maybe I was getting a little bit on the sideline of being used too much. They ask me on dates and take me to the movies. They didn’t have to do any of that. They knew I am a nympho maniac and loved pleasing and satisfying them. But they got a kick out of making me laugh and introducing me as a friend at parties yes they would invite me to parties and not just as a pass, along to share the fortune with boys of the other buildings. I was to be respected no matter what the situation or what they told them. Anybody get to touchy or Philly without mine, explicit consent and they would those too touchy to Philly guys suffer the consequences because whatever they say about big cities, I could only speak about the biggest of the cities the big apple and here in the big apple consent is of all importance. Yeah, we know how to role-play yes or no game, but we also have safewords, and we have those that are observant of who’s where and what’s going on there. There’s a whole lotta prevention going on making sure the ones they say. They’re on prep on prep that once being penetrated and wanting that extra protection which I think is about 100% now of condoms being that being on prep, only protect you on age with this a lot more disease is going around. Nobody wants to get syphilis or any of those other awful sounding diseases, especially since we’re sharing one bad Apple can spoil the whole bunch and that’s true even in the big apple. Come on down and I’ll show you that this is the one near me place to get the experience because as Frankie has said every day during his lifetime and since his passing, his music goes on over and over again, and you know the famous words if you can make it here in the big city in New York, New York, you can make it anywhere. Remember that. Who knows what the future may bring, but I do know that I keep clean and where freshly laundered undergarments as well as get gifts of Calvin Klein Boxers and Boxer Briefs.
I could tell you we have a great group of guys here, maybe about two dozen now half of which attend college we have a couple that go to Juliard, in a couple working actors working on Broadway and a couple more that work off Broadway. We have technicians writers directors. Creativity is their tickets out of being poor. And when they have a score, get a good role get a bonus they share it. We look good. We’re not Rockefeller living good. But we don’t want to be Rockefeller living good. We want to be living good exactly the way that it is as of this minute on this day at this time. I myself as you can probably tell want to be a writer and with that I’m gonna change something. In the first couple sentences, I mentioned that the apartment I live in is in the Meat Market District of New York. That’s accurate. But it’s also the MEET Market District of New York. One thing for sure you could always meet somebody knew while having meat in the meat market district of New York City are truly great place for meeting and greeting and meat eating. Do I find a full-time position with one of the great publishing houses here in the city, I’ve taken a part-time gig at one of the many greeting card companies here in the city. All I need is some inspiration that could be easily found in the stairwell right here in my apartment building in the meat market District of New York City.
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