PEG BOY (16 page)

Santiago
allowed himself to be moved and it became less difficult. When he heard the
closing chords to the tune he was relieved to be led back to the comfort and
obscurity of the shadows.

Ramón saw that
Santiago had had enough of the place, having become disturbed by many of the
patrons who were too outrageous for the boy’s still-sensitive years. Santiago
looked in disbelief at the many men who he had come to understand, were in
fact, men beneath their extravagant clothing.

“Do they not
understand that in spite of what they do and how they act, they still have the
cock of a man between their legs?”

Even though it
was late, the streets still bustled. Once again they passed by corners and
doorways where boys plied their trade. At each station they were cajoled and
enticed to the possibilities of play and sex. Only when they passed the boy
with the dark eyes that they had seen before and when Ramón and Santiago looked
at him with what was more than passing interest, did each become aware of the
other’s attraction. The boy came out of the shadows and fell into step behind
them. They took several turns and the boy remained behind. Ramón stopped near
Montgomery and Washington streets.

“Santiago,
this boy is willing to sell himself to us. I know you are as attracted to him
as I am. He is beautiful. We could have him together if you are willing?”

Santiago was
surprised at the suggestion but it was something that he had wished for, and
was embarrassed that Ramón had read his mind. What would be the harm? What
better way of becoming familiar with the boys of the streets?

“You mean all
together?”

“If you do not
mind, I would love to see the two of you together.”

“You want to
watch us make love?”

“If you are
willing..., yes?”

The boy
approached them and stopped only a few feet away. Ramón waved for him to join
them. In the light of the lamp they saw his large eyes lined by long lashes,
and an almost child-like mouth. He was one of the most appealing creatures
Ramón had ever seen, and he had seen many of the streets.

The boy
approached cautiously.

“You want me
with you? I am very good and there is nothing I can not do!

Ramón had
heard this same boast many times, only to bring them to his room to find that
there was little they
would
do or did well.

“And what
do
you do that you do it so willingly?”

The hustler
leaned seductively against the lamppost and looked at Santiago, then at Ramón
and tried to assess their intentions.

“It depends on
what you want and with who I do it. But there is
nothing
that I will
not
do.”

Ramón thought
it a bold claim. “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” the
boy said with finality. “My name is Vincent. I have done business with many men
from the hill. They come back!”

The hill to
which he referred was one where the wealthiest men in town lived in stately
mansions.

“I am buying
you for him.”

Ramón pointed
to Santiago. Vincent looked at his counterpart from head to toe.

“Not bad! Are
you willing?”

Vincent
repeated the question in Spanish.

“I saw you
earlier,” Santiago answered. “You are beautiful! My friend wants to watch us.
Do you mind?”

“Hell..., I
don’t care what he does as long as I get my money. My price will be what I
would charge for two people.”

“Then we have
a deal.” Ramón clasped Vincent’s hand. “It is cold and I can think of a warmer
place to be. We have a room on Portsmouth Square. Come.”

Vincent held
back. “You both look like honest people, but I must have the money now. It is
my business policy.”

“How much,
then?”

Ramón removed
his money belt and took out a handful of bills.

“One person,
ten dollars. For two, twice that much!”

Ramón paid. As
the three walked along, Vincent began asking Santiago questions, wanting to
know his place of origin and how long he would be in San Francisco, also asking
if he and Ramón were lovers, father and son, or just friends.

Santiago
looked surprised at the question.

“That is what
I thought you were when you first walked past and made eyes at me. I thought
you looked enough alike to be father and son. I liked the thought of being
picked up by a father and his son. It has happened to me only once before when
I was ten”

“How old are
you now?” Santiago asked.

“Fifteen, but
they say I am much older where it counts.”

Ramón laughed.
“We will see!”

They climbed
to the third floor as quietly as possible. A door opened as they passed and the
owner peeked through the crack to see a man and two boys climbing the creaking
stairs.

“The shit I
must ignore to make a living!” He said.

It took a
while for Santiago to become comfortable being with Vincent and having Ramón
sitting in the corner, in darkness, observing. Upon entering the room Vincent
had immediately shed his clothes and was in bed before the door was locked and
the lamp turned down. Santiago turned to find Vincent lying on the bed naked,
his penis already hard and it was absent of foreskin. Although he had heard
this condition existed, he had not seen it and was shocked and fascinated. He
could feel his own sex getting hard as he looked at Vincent’s body, slight,
graceful and smooth. When Santiago dropped his pants, Vincent saw the
formidable cock and his eyes grew large.

“I know I said
I would do anything, but I may need to change my mind. My God, that is the
biggest cock I have ever seen. Bring it over here so I can get a better look!”

Santiago
walked across the room and the weight of his cock made it bounce as he moved.
He lay beside Vincent not knowing what to do and his question was answered when
Vincent leaned close and took him in his mouth. Santiago pulled Vincent’s legs
nearer, his circumcised penis only inches away. Santiago looked at it more
closely. It already had a drop of clear liquid at its opening and Santiago
licked it before taking it fully in his mouth. They pleased each other. Ramón
watched their every move as his won cock swelled and became uncomfortable.

In the pale
light of the lantern the two brown bodies began to move in a wonderfully
rhythmic way, and the excitement they achieved made their bodies sweat so that
they glistened, with muscles and sinews becoming exquisite patterns that moved
and changed beneath the moist surfaces. Their hands responded to the demands
signaled by half-completed words and thrusting limbs. They were joined in a
ballet of movement as Santiago followed each action initiated by Vincent so
that Vincent was able to communicate his desires by performing them on his
partner. Without words, again and again, they exchanged roles.

The two boys
faced each other, their bellies touching and cocks rubbing, with lips only
inches apart. Santiago wanted more than anything to take Vincent’s tongue into
his mouth but when he moved to do it, Vincent pulled away.

“No..., no
kissing,” he whispered. “I do not kiss. That, I keep for love.”

In his mind
Ramón became engaged with each boy as if he had been in bed with them. His
imagination allowed him to feel the bodies and he could smell the aromas and
taste the juices. He became Santiago’s tongue as it went into Vincent’s ears
and trailed across the shoulders, down to Vincent’s nipples, lingering there as
teeth bit swollen flesh. He was the tongue that moved across the belly to the
navel, tasting the flavor of the bush of hair around the swollen cock; touching
the boy at the base of his penis and lifting the testicles to lick beneath
them. His was the mouth that received the warm scrotum and sucked it gently so
that the testicles were taken in making the boy squirm with delight and groan
in ecstasy as the tongue pressed between the legs to the cleft that hid a
favored rosebud. He saw the legs raised to allow easier access and he lovingly
touched the opening and teased it so that it twitched and pulsated as it ached
to be invaded. The tongue caressed the interior of the anus, sending little
currents of exquisite pleasure that made the boy moan even more. Ramón was able
to touch them more intimately than if he had been with them physically!

No words were
spoken and the role each played was understood. Vincent thought it a challenge
to accommodate Santiago. They took no notice of Ramón. It was as though they
were alone. The man’s unobtrusive manner made them completely comfortable and
they forgot he was there.

Vincent placed
pride on his performance. His great care in satisfying was his trademark. Many
clients returned after having tried others, stating none had matched his
attention to satisfaction. It was not always easy to please, as so many had
peculiar or unusual tastes. Yet he had done his work well and had been well
rewarded. At ten, he had begun to sell himself when his father had abandoned
him for the warmer climate of the south. Vincent soon realized his talent and
began earning a living doing what he did best. Sometimes he refused the money
if he liked someone well. Vincent had been attracted to Santiago when he had
first seen him with another man, several weeks before. He had not forgotten the
face.

Even while
Santiago made love to Vincent, he paid attention to the way the boy conducted
himself and to what he did. He would learn the things that were expected. He
saw how attentive Vincent was and the amount of time the boy gave to the
preparation of the one act that was the obvious goal. Nothing was rushed.
Vincent possessed a wonderful sensitivity to Santiago’s every urge.

They had led
each other to the brink of orgasm several times and each time, Vincent had done
something to put off the climax. This brought Santiago to an incredible height
of passion. Finally Vincent went on his back and lifted his legs to allow
Santiago entry and watched Santiago’s hips move in time with the hand that
stroked his own penis. He manipulated his anus expertly and saw Santiago’s
passion begin as an almost indistinguishable rhythm that increased in intensity
as each matched the other’s pace. Breathing became more audible, rising to
louder and louder exclamations of desire. Santiago stiffened as his head flew
back and the muscles of his stomach went into spasms as he shot his semen into
Vincent.

Vincent’s cock
was swollen as his pain turned into incredible ecstasy that found release when
his own semen splattered Santiago’s chest. Vincent wrapped his arms around
Santiago as he pressed himself even deeper onto the cock and Santiago met the
movement with a forceful thrust. He bit at the nape of Vincent’s neck and tears
came to his eyes as a second surge of spasms shook him as he came a second
time. Vincent looked deeply into Santiago’s eyes and smiled as he manipulated
the muscles in his anus to squeeze every drop of semen out of Santiago.

The experience
had been so pleasurable that Vincent considered returning the money. He liked
Santiago and hoped they would have more meetings. He had ejaculated without
masturbating simply from the excitement of watching Santiago’s almost-insane
gyrations. The throbbing in his ass and the wetness between his legs, the
slickness of the semen on his chest was wonderful and he spread the liquid over
his skin, tasting some from his fingers. He looked at Santiago and was
overwhelmed by the beauty he saw! There was a twinge of warning deep in his
mind and he tensed.

Santiago came
close to Vincent’s ear and spoke softly, asking with candor, “Do you think I
could do what you do?”

 “Are you
asking if I think you would do well at selling yourself? Santiago, you would
never be without work and I would be your first customer!”

Santiago blew
into his ear. “We can meet again?”

“If you like,
yes. I would like to. Will you be staying here, then?”

Ramón had
remained still and had watched in utter fascination and absolute arousal,
hypnotized by the lovemaking. It had been a dream come true and could not have
been more perfect. Now the boys were whispering and seemed to like each other.
He felt that he was intruding and thought of getting dressed to go out for a
while until the boys were through. But Santiago called to him to join them.

“Come, Ramón.
It is warmer here and we will make a sandwich of you.”

They played
together like little boys and the play was light and the fondling, delicious.
When it came time for Vincent to leave, Santiago followed him to the door and
asked when they might meet again, to talk. Vincent said they could meet on the
west side of Portsmouth Square at noon the following day.

Santiago had
grown fond of Ramón and feared his leaving, as he would now be on his own and
alone. Although he knew he could always return to the Priest at the Mission, it
was not what he wanted. They bade farewell at the ferry on the following
morning and as it pulled away they waved to each other not knowing their next
meeting would be unexpected and not one as pleasant as had been the first.

With satchel
in hand and a large canvass bag over his shoulder, Santiago walked up Clay
Street. Along Commercial Street the traffic was already bustling and the
morning light was somber. He was filled with loneliness. Street-peddlers were
everywhere, carrying racks and pushing carts laden with all manner of doodads
and gewgaws. The women stayed close together to ward off bandits as they
gossiped and shopped. Many of the buildings were made of iron and the rust gave
off a pungent odor as he passed. These provided shelter but were cold in winter
and sweltering in summer.

Many of the
pedestrians turned and followed him with their eyes as he passed, noticing his
sadness. His look of longing and loneliness touched some who saw him and made
them want to reach out and hold him to comfort him and offer him succor. But
they saw an even deeper and more disturbing look in Santiago’s eyes that gave
them caution. Those eyes, sensual and full of promise, also suggested
foreboding and mistrust. To others, they gave promise of hidden delights.
Thoughts of the bedroom were never far away in the minds of the young ladies
who saw the strange boy. Everywhere, he drew attention and brought out the
instinct to capture, cage, and tame.