Excerpt of Between Trash and Tramp

Selected excerpts from: BETWEEN TRASH AND TRAMP
Novel by Byrd Roberts

[Kirby Finney was still in High School when his mother brought him to Norfolk to live with her. It was at the beginning of World War II, and while he was window shopping one day, loud sirens blared out into the streets.]

Blackout! I realized. I saw the sign for the shelter in the YMCA and ran up the steps. The sudden darkness inside blinded me. A voice directed me to sit down on the floor against the wall and wait with the others. I realized gradually that the long, dark hall was lined with people. I saw a white sleeve beckoning to me; I sat down and thanked him.
Soon I felt fingers on my ankle and then they moved up to my lower leg, playing with the hairs there, and my cock began to harden. I hoped the blackout would last a long time. . .
When the all clear sounded, we got to our feet in the normal light. He was a young blond sailor a little shorter than I. His smile was replaced by a look of apprehension.
"I didn't realize you were so young." he confessed as we reached the street together.
"Don't worry about it, I'm safe. Take me home with you. Teach me how to make love to a man."

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[Doc Andy had agreed to train me for the ring. I'll never forget my first real match.]

It was still the first round. I slammed a right cross to the side of his chin, and he staggered. When I followed up with combinations to his head, his legs became wobbly. The crowd roared. I sent him down with a right uppercut that I threw from the shoulder.
The referee sent me to a neutral corner and picked up the count. My opponent tried to get up but couldn't make it in time. Doc Andy gave me the "V for Victory" sign and climbed in the ring.
I had won! My hand was raised in victory! It was all over in the first round! The yelling and cheering was for me, and I loved it!
Doc Andy was beside me, hugging me and almost lifting me off my feet. Flashbulbs were going off, and the noisy crowd was still on its feet. They liked me. I had thought I could capture the hearts of the fans.
I went to my opponent's corner and told him he was a good fighter. Then Doc Andy and I left the ring. The people cheered me out.
In the dressing room Doc Andy cut the tape from my hands. Em and his father burst in. They both hugged me.
"Kirby, I'm proud of you, son!" Mr. Vessey exclaimed. "Remember that first night we talked about boxing? Something told me then that you'd be a winner!"
"You were sensational," Em spoke warmly. His eyes were sparkling with love and admiration.
"Our young fellow certainly has talent," Doc Andy put in. "He can go places if he sticks to it."
"There's nothing like it!" I grinned at them. "I'll try to keep winning for you all. But I can't promise you first round knockouts every time!"
Em and I had decided in advance that we would leave right after my fight, so I brought it up.
Mr. Vessey threw his coat over me so I wouldn't catch cold, and the three of us left by a side exit. Em carried my street clothes.
In Em's bedroom he worked my trunks down, and I stepped out of them. Then he removed my protective cup.
"I want to make love right now, Em. Before you bathe me. With the sweat still on my body." I put my arms around him and pulled him in close against my body. I still felt power and excitement surging through my sweaty body.
"I love the smell of you, Mr. Finney!"
I undressed Em and carried him to the bed. He snuggled between my wide-spread legs and began licking my balls, which were salty with perspiration. I was still wearing my boxing shoes with the rolled-down white socks. Drops of sweat clung to the hairs there.
My cock was throbbing to be taken in Em's mouth. It lubricated itself in anticipation, as he sloshed my balls around in his mouth. His hands were lightly stroking the sides of my body, bringing me to a fever-pitch of desire.
"Ah, the winner's rewards!" I growled between pants for breath.
I fantasized boxing my opponent again, but having the fight last longer. Em was in my corner, sucking my cock between rounds, stimulating me to box with dazzling speed and ability. I postponed knocking out my weary opponent to enjoy another minute of Em's wet mouth while I relaxed on my stool in the corner. What a way to box! I savored the mental imagery.
But reality was sweet. Em released my balls and kissed his way to the base of my cock. I twisted and moaned with every movement of his lips. As Em wetly reached my cock's hooded head, I was shivering, and groans were escaping from my mouth.
His tongue played with my hood. My legs jumped spasmodically.
He reached up my chest and fingered my hard nipples. My body was crying out for a climax.
The fight had intensified my sexual urges. The excitement had carried over into our love- making. This was our best coupling yet!
Em continued his homage to my body. He removed his mouth from my erection and sat up, remaining between my legs. With one hand he held my jerking cock at its head, and with the other he explored my body.
He brushed over my biceps and played with the damp hairs under my arms. Then he lightly traced a V on my forehead. As his fingers passed over my nose and reached my mouth, I jutted my chin up and captured them with my mouth, sucking on them. His free thumb massaged my adam's apple. I loved the sweet taste of his fingers.
He pulled free and turned his body so that he could stroke my legs. With his every movement downward, my legs jumped. I could not keep them rigid. He cupped my calves and rubbed them. Than he caressed my lower legs. He fondled my rolled socks and my boxing shoes.
At last he turned again and lowered his head to my trembling cock. With wet warmth he encircled it, and soon I burst a huge load of white cream into him. My body shook all over.
Without resting I turned onto my stomach and pushed my tail upwards, rotating an invitation for him to mount me. I felt him lubricate me with Vaseline and was hungry for his entry. When he pushed inside me, I strained my muscles there to hold him, but I could not. With painless but repeated thrusts Em forged his cock deeply within me. Suddenly he filled me with his juice, and I trembled like a virgin. Spent, I turned over onto my back again, and I knew I wouldn't bathe until morning. Em curled between my legs with his head cushioned on my left thigh, and we fell asleep.

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