BackRoom Boytoy

by Joey Back in the days (the mid-80s), when I was a graduate teaching assistant at New York University, the preponderance of hot, handsome and horny freshman boys in my English classes could prove distracting. I wasn't much older than they were. In fact, I was 25 at the time and still young enough to be walking around Washington Square with a perpetual hardon! There was a backroom porno theater, Westworld, located in the West Village down by the Piers. It provided unlimited porn and unlimited sex. I liked it because it was familiar. I had been getting in there illegally since I was 16. My "proof of age" was my 8.5" thick uncut cock that the manager sucked before he would allow me to buy a ticket. Another reason I liked Westworld is that college age guys frequented it. The crowd was varied, but I could usually find a hot younger guy to play with. Failing that, there were more than enough cocksuckers hungry for big meat. One memorable night, I shot five loads into five different mouths, the last belonging to a slightly older butch stud whose huge cock made mine look like an early puberty model! The backroom was dark. After a while, you could see enough to know whose dick you wanted to suck and whom you wanted to fuck. (Lots of fucking went on there; gangfucks, too!) This particular night, I followed a boy who easily could have been one of my students into the backroom, where we joined a couple of guys who were already getting down. There were four of us, but I could only see three faces, since the fourth boy was sucking, slurping and deepthroating my dick. I could tell that he was young — maybe even too young to legally be there — and totally into worshipping my dick. I was thinking about wrapping my lips around his boycock sight unseen — size doesn't matter when a cute teen boy is available — when he said, "Turn around, dude. I wanna eat your ass." The voice was familiar. I have excellent hearing and I've always had a really good memory. I had hear this voice that morning in my 9:10 a.m. class. It was Adam, one of the cutest boys on campus. He was also one of the nicest, a genuinely good boy who didn't let his looks lead to his "copping an attitude." "Adam," I whispered. He looked up but still couldn't see me clearly. I bent down slightly and helped him get to eye level. "Wow..." was all he could say. My hands reached for his cock, a perfect 6" boytool throbbing between his legs. "This is like a fantasy come to life," I said at exactly the same time Adam said, "This is like a dream come true." I was flattered that he'd fantasized about me. I had jacked off a few times thinking of his smooth, muscled body and prettyboy looks. It was a cool fantasy because Adam was unimagineably hot, but accessible. I wanted him badly, and had sex with a couple of other boys his age into which thoughts and fantasies of Adam drifted. He was at Westworld with a couple of his buddies. One was the boy he was with originally and the other the boy I followed. We got into a totally uninihibted orgy which climaxed by all four of us getting sucked off simoultaneously by four dudes on their knees. Update: Thanks to Mayor Giuliani's sex police, Westworld is no more. It was one of the last holdouts. For years, another backroom theater, The NightShift, was even hotter. I'd sure like to hear some reader's experiences in either or both of these incredible places! Joey drjoey@optonline.net