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“I wasn’t there very long when a young fellow,
just a couple of years older than me, a little loaded
came over and said, ‘Wanna come home with me.’
He had a wonderful smile, was fantastic looking,
and I thought to myself, “‘Why not?’

“His name was Lennie and he worked in his
father’s jewelry business. He’d just left his home in
the Bronx to settle down in a one-room apartment in
Manhattan on the East Side.

“When we got there, we headed for the sack after
no more preliminaries than a fast drink. We be-
haved like a couple of minx. That man was one
helluva lover. We not only went all the way but
sideways, upside down ways and in-between ways.

“We rolled around that bed until the sheets were
tied in knots. And still didn’t have enough. He had
a wonderful physique and all the things that went
with it. He couldnt keep his hands off my skin
which he called ‘black marble.’ I loved running my
hands through all that mass of dark, wavy hair
and, for the first time, wished mine weren’t so kinky.

“If ever two sexpots had a pick-up that worked,
this was it. I put his tongue in my mouth and held
it there until he cried in pain. Then he’d do the -
same to me. He stroked my body as though he had
never felt cool dark flesh before. That pale white