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The Duce 1 (Fan Cha Phaw) (Homosexual/Intergenerat
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FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
T H E D U C E
A homosexual/intergenerational fiction story
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W A R N I N G ! ! !
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This story contains scenes of homosexual and heterosexual sex,
and scenes of intergenerational sex involving adults and children.
If you are offended by this, exit now and do not read any further.
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UNDER THE AGE IN YOUR CITY, STATE, OR COUNTRY
TO READ ADULT SEXUAL FICTION STORIES, EXIT NOW
AND DO NOT CONTINUE READING
This story is a work of fiction presented by Fan Cha Phaw for the
reading pleasure of adults. None of the characters in this story are
real. Any resemblance to real people, living, dead, or yet to be
born, is purely coincidental.
Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the actions or activities of the
actors in this story. This is a work of fiction intended for reading
pleasure of adults only.
Fan Cha Phaw does not advocate the breaking of any laws
STORY NOTE:
The Duce is a fiction story drawn on real situations as they existed
in New York City during the 1980's and early 1990's. The home
and street lives of the characters presented within this story, as
well as the stories of the adult "johns," are based somewhat on
research conducted with New York City hustlers and their clients.
All of the actual stories are fiction, and none of these things
happened in real life.
THE DUCE
CHAPTER ONE
The lone boy shifted back and forth, trying to keep his feet
moving so that they would not feel so cold. Glancing up and
down the street, the youth adjusted the collar of his thin wind
breaker, trying once again to pull the zipper up further to protect
him a little more from the bitter cold. The boy was pleased that
there were no others out on the street with him, because this meant
that his luck would be better. He wished, however, that he could
be inside in the warm with the others of his profession, but he
knew that this was impossible.
If the boy had any chance to get lucky, if he were going to eat,
and to earn money to finally buy clothes suitable to the colder
weather ahead, he had to be on his own. A few tears began in the
boy's eyes, but he quickly dried them least they add to his
problems with the coldness. If only he were a little different, a
little lighter skinned, or perhaps at least brown instead of black, he
knew that he would have an easier time of things, however, the
boy was resigned to his fate. His only chance for survival meant
being on his own the find men who had been rejected by other
boys, men who did not have enough money to afford the popular
boys, and the men a little too kinky for the other boy's tastes.
Terry knew that overall he was a much better prospect for the men
who prowled the Duce and Broadway in search of young boy
flesh. The men would enter the arcades looking at the boys playing
the machines, knowing that all of them were available for the right
price. The handful of white kids which plied their trade in the boy
zone were the most popular with the men, and therefore were the
ones that had to do the least to earn their money. The Hispanic
kids, who far outnumbered all others, were second in popularity,
and usually with the right incentive they were available for almost
anything the men wanted. The few Asian kids who hung around
in the zone were much sought after, perhaps because they looked
younger, even when they were in their mid teens. These kids
would also do anything necessary to earn their fees, including
offering their asses if it were required.
Terry knew that overall he was a much better value for a man's
money. He would suck better than perhaps any boy in the area,
and he would suck longer; as long as the man wanted or needed.
Terry would have no problem at all with deep throating a man, or
with swallowing his semen if this is what the man wanted. Terry
knew all of the kinks which turned men on, and he was well
versed in all of them; only happy to perform any of them in
exchange for the money which he needed to survive. If a man
offered the boy a fair fee, Terry would allow the man to fuck him
in any position that he wanted, as hard and fast as he wanted, and
as many times as he wanted.
If a man were looking for a boy to tie up, or spank, or to
"torture," Terry was game. If water sports were the man's thing,
Terry was available for both roles. Even scat games were not out
of bounds for the youngster, and he would eagerly rim a man
better than any boy on the Duce to win that man's favor.
The fact was that black boys were not much in favor with men
cruising the area in search for boys. Boy lovers in general were
racist, and black boys were a little out of the area of their tastes.
The Hispanic and Asian kids only made it because of the shortage
of white boys in the game. Hispanics and Asians were much freer
sexually, and were more open to playing sexually with men,
especially where money was involved.
Terry watched sadly as black boy after black boy tried his hand
inside of the arcades. The very small and young, the light
skinned, and the mixed boys would fair a little better than the rest.
Usually the black kids would be resigned to ply their trade on the
street. Eventually they would become discouraged all together,
and they would turn to the second most popular game on the
street, setting up lovers of boys for muggings.
The boys would find the youngest and cutest boy possible, and
threaten him if necessary. This boy would be used as bait to attract
the boy lover. The boy would lure the man to some alleyway to
show him his genitals, or for promised quick blowjobs. Once
there the boy would take his dick out of his pants, or pull his
pants down and invite the man to sample his dick for free. As
soon as the man was on his knees occupied with the boy's dick,
the older boys would appear out of the shadows, and threatening
the man with knives or pipes, would rob them. Often the
discouraged youths would take their frustrations out on the man,
beating him during the course of the robbery.
Other youths would wait for active boy prostitutes to be alone
somewhere, often on their way home after a night of tricking.
They would corner the kid and rob him, sometimes beating the kid
out of frustration in the process. Many of these boys would be
forced to suck off their attackers in the process, and more than a
few of them were bent over in the alleys and fucked by the older
youths.
Life on the Duce and in boy land of upper Broadway was tough.
Only the tough, or lucky survived. Most of the kids who plied
their trade in this area were desperate. The money earned by
hustling was how they survived, or sometimes how their family
survived. The street and the lifestyle was one which no young boy
should have to be subjected, however, it drew kids of all ages as
if it were a magnet. The excitement, the money, the adventure,
and the sex was a little too much for a willing boy to pass up.
Terry grew up in a slum building in the South Bronx. The
building, by anyones standards, was condemned. Where windows
existed, they were usually cracked, or so dirty that it was hard to
tell that you were suppose to be able to look out of them. Mostly
the windows were covered with cardboard boxes or plastic bags.
The only luxury of the place was that the electric was still
operating. The only reasons why there were lights was because
some of the tenants were handy with tools, and jumped the
power lines. Water was available sometimes, and even then at
trickles. Heat was something which was non existent, unless you
could sleep close enough to the oven to feel some of it.
Terry never knew his father, however, this mattered little because
his mother was not even sure who the man was. Terry's mother
started out as a drunk, and as time progressed and drugs became
more popular, she became a junkie. From his earliest years Terry
witnessed man after man strolling in and out of their apartment, all
there for one purpose, to fuck his mother.
Privacy was something totally non existent in the boy's life, and in
his home. The children slept in one corner on a pile of blankets,
while their mother slept a few feet away on a worn and torn
mattress. The children could easily watch the men as they used
their mother and then left, leaving behind them a small amount of
money or drugs, and often another brother or sister. Chances
were that each of the children were fathered by different men,
which was obvious when looking at the children standing side by
side. Unless one knew differently, they would not think that they
were siblings.
Eventually as the children became a little older, they would
imitate what they witnessed the men doing with their mother.
The older children would use the younger, being satisfied with
either mouth, vagina, or anus, not caring whether it was a boy or
girl they were sexing, as long as they could get off.
END CHAPTER 1
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