My mind started racing, I had been to the porn shops in the village, and knew what the pictures would be like, but none of that scared me. Smitty told me the man wasn’t interested in sex or a date, he wanted to pay me to take some X-rated pictures. I immediately told Smitty it wasn’t that type of party. Half way through this crazy meal, Smitty brought me another beer and told me someone at the bar wanted to talk to me, so I looked over at the bar, there was some older white guy smiling at me. Smitty watched me eat and asked me if I was old enough to drink, while setting a beer in front of me. I dug in, and didn’t care how I looked I was really hungry. There was potato salad too, but mostly finger foods. There was a lot of cheese, cold cuts, crackers and Buffalo wings. They apparently had some kind of a party back there, and had all this food left over.
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He went off into the back, and came back with a tray full of all kinds of food. He sat me down in one of the booths and told me to wait a minute. He looked quizzically at me and asked if I was trying to get something to eat, I said yeah. Brenda didn’t come in today, some shit about one of her kids. Smitty saw me come in and came over to me, to let me know my aunt wasn’t there. He really couldn’t tell my age, because being homeless I was usually unkempt with thin, but wild facial hair. Smitty knew what the deal was because my aunt had told him, only she told him I was old enough to come into the bar, when I actually wasn’t. This particular night, I went to catch my aunt but she wasn’t there. Those were my couch surfing days as I said I was homeless. It was a known fact among the family that I was gay, or as most of them would put it A little faggot Anyway he’s dead now, and fuck him. It wasn’t like I could rape them or anything. I couldn’t live with her because her old man was a die-hard homo-phoebe, and he didn’t want me around his sons and daughters, who were actually older than me. Sometimes it would be a really good take, but that was only on the weekends and holidays. I went there to get some money from my aunt, who worked as a barmaid there I was homeless, and she would save half of her tips for me. The Sparlight was a gay bar/lounge/grill in the ‘hood’ for decades that served the gay black community’s nightlife as far back as the sixties I’m told. I guess I can start at the Sparlight lounge in Brooklyn’s Bed-Stuy. So much has happened since then I really don’t know where to begin. That was a long time ago, and boy, did time fly. I was only eighteen, and during that time, there wasn’t any concept of the internet, or just how timeless and far reaching it could, and would be it simply didn’t exist. I was stupid to believe that, and really too broke to care. I was promised three hundred dollars, and the pictures would be used overseas. All characters depicted in this book are eighteen years of age or older.Īt first it was going to be a one-time thing I would pose naked in provocative positions, and that would be it. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. This book is a work of fiction in its entirety. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
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