A novel by Stuart Schwartz
A novel by Stuart Schwartz
CHAPTER 1 Off With The Diaper
CHAPTER 2 New Year's Baby
CHAPTER 3 The Hidden Magazines
CHAPTER 4 Our Naked Playtime
CHAPTER 5 Swimming Pool Fantasy
CHAPTER 6 No Protests From Me
CHAPTER 7 Mr. Nasty's Inspections
CHAPTER 8 Losing Was Winning
CHAPTER 9 First Taste Of Love
CHAPTER 10 Approval Is Not Needed
CHAPTER 11 Hairnets Were Required
CHAPTER 12 The Robe Comes Off
CHAPTER 13 Naked On Fridays
CHAPTER 14 A No-Costume Contest
CHAPTER 15 Loose & Lucky
CHAPTER 16 An All-Male Audience
CHAPTER 17 Five Dollar Bills
CHAPTER 18 Stage Name by Frank
CHAPTER 19 Plans After Graduation
CHAPTER 20 Teaching and Posing
CHAPTER 21 A Real Art School
CHAPTER 22 Know Your Subject Matter
CHAPTER 23 Camera Clicks
CHAPTER 24 Performance Art
CHAPTER 25 Times Square Gaiety
CHAPTER 26 Not My Kind of Place
CHAPTER 27 Boys! Boys! Boys!
CHAPTER 28 On Stage With Kelly
CHAPTER 29 The Interview From Hell
CHAPTER 30 Classy Stripping
CHAPTER 31 Tea With Friends
CHAPTER 32 All The Way In
CHAPTER 33 Sixty White Coats Watching
CHAPTER 34 Heading West
CHAPTER 35 New Life And Goals
CHAPTER 36 My Voyeuristic Neighbor
CHAPTER 37 Show Time for Clair
CHAPTER 38 Getting To Know Our Star
CHAPTER 39 She Would Snap Her Fingers
CHAPTER 40 Thank You For Doing That 'Sir'
CHAPTER 41 Filling Both Buckets
CHAPTER 42 No Regrets And New Goals
FROM CHAPTER 2
Mr. Marty, one of the men who worked at the center, walked over to that long thick rope and started to pull down on it. I knew that the huge dark curtain, that was hiding me from all the people sitting out there, was going to slowly open. Grand music, that I would hear at every new year's celebration for the rest of my life, blasted out of the speakers. To this day "Auld Lang Syne" stirs memories of an event that helped start it all.
I watched Mr. Marty for a moment then turned my head to follow the ruffled curtain slowly making its way up to the ceiling. All I could see were bright lights. Then I saw what seemed like thousands of people staring right at me. Fear and embarrassment took over. They were all cheering and applauding for the New Year's Baby....me....me just wearing tiny white underwear and being held by my parents’ hands. We bowed while everyone clapped.
FROM CHAPTER 5
I loved going to the Y. And I really loved being naked in the locker room. This whole arena, filled with boys and men, was rather surreal and glorious. Dad and I always started by taking a warm, soapy shower. Unlike today there were no shower separations. Most guys took their time and seemed to have no concern about being seen by everyone. I always took a slow shower so that I could enjoy the steady flow of naked men and boys who would, without any worry or shame, hang their towels on the hooks so they could show me everything.
I would also use my time in the locker room as an opportunity to show myself off. I'd toss a towel on a bench—of course it would be a bench by the busy doorway. My favorite position was one leg up with my knee bent. I pretended to be looking at one of my toes. That gave everyone a clear view of all of my private parts. I’d get a tingle and thrill when I’d see some of the boys and men looking at me. Well at certain parts of me.
FROM CHAPTER 7
Mr Leiman, our high school gym teacher and the school's football coach, had another simple trick that was fun for me. We all had to shower after class and, as we were heading to the lockers to get dressed, we had to pause for a split second in his office doorway.
The coach sat in his white plastic chair and inspected each one of us to make sure we had showered and that we were clean all over. It was disappointing that these inspections were so speedy but he had a lot of guys to check.
I really enjoyed the rare occasions, when he stopped my quick walk from the shower, with something like, “Wait a minute Edward, stand right there while I take a good look to make sure you're clean.”
Instead of the fast walk-by inspection I would have to come a bit closer to him and spread my legs so he would be sure that I had showered, used soap and rinsed off properly. Once in a while he'd have me put each foot up on a nearby bench so he could check my feet and toes. I watched his eyes and he was not looking at my feet.
FROM CHAPTER 12
"Alright Eddie, go ahead and take off your robe and get into a comfortable standing position," she gave me those directions with a reassuring nod. "And Eddie, let's try this. How about putting your hands on your head. That will give everyone a good look at your torso."
She then told her students that she wanted everyone, before they started their first drawing, to do a slow walk around the platform so they could view me from all angles. Oh my! I loved watching everyone as they surveyed my body. When a couple of them paused directly in front of me I was able to see their eyes devouring me—from head to toe. I thought I was going to die.
After all of the students were settled Francine nodded to me and told me to take a different standing pose. I looked around at all of the students, took a deep breath and then took another deep breath. I used my towel to wipe off some of the dripping sweat and set my timer for the assigned twenty minutes. I then steadied myself into an easy-to-hold pose with my legs spread out slightly and with my hands clasped behind my back. This was the "at ease" position that I practiced so often in my high school gym classes. I was able to see everyone. All college age students. Girls and guys. All of them were dressed. All of them were looking at me. They were seeing all of me.
FROM CHAPTER 16
It was almost 8 pm when Buddy motioned me over to the bar. “Hey Eddie. If you want to make some good money you gotta get a fuckin' chub. Too bad Billy can’t. Can you get it up?”
“I'm sure I can,” I replied with a laugh. "Hey, I'm already halfway there."
"Well then get on up there," he said as he motioned toward the stage, "and show them your stuff. Make them like you. You’ll make more and I’ll sell lots more booze.”
I was not tentative. I was not shy. I was thrilled to be on that stage. It was my first time dancing naked for an all-male and what I guessed to be an all-gay audience. I had planned my outfit carefully so that in addition to my socks I had on a long sleeve button-down shirt, fairly tight blue jeans and my favorite tight white Hanes. I got up on the stage and started with slow erotic moving. Every guy in the place, the ones sitting at the tables and the few who were standing by the bar, were watching me as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I could feel my cock stirring and growing. My eyes contacted every pair of eyes in the place and my sly seductive smile let them know that I loved showing off.
FROM CHAPTER 27
Frank had told me about the live sex shows put on at The Vintage Dance Palace on East Fourteenth in Greenwich Village. It was not far from one of the small hotels where I often stayed so I walked over there one Saturday evening before my shift at the Gaiety. As I got close I could see the theater's name and below it a large lighted sign, "Boys! Boys! Boys!" There were posters behind glass to the left of the door announcing who would be dancing that weekend. Wow, they were promoting their performers!
The place was locked but I could hear some music so, with a shiver of excitement, I knocked.
Gustavo, a gorgeous dark-skinned stud, opened the door and invited me in. He raised his eyebrows and gave me an exaggerated inspection, from my head to feet, and broke into a sexy kind of grin. He followed that with a big welcome as he motioned me to head up the stairs. Gustavo told me that he was the lead dancer and choreographer for the shows. He gave me the grand tour of the place before taking me to the back office to meet Mr. Greenbaum, the owner.
It was a real theater, well small but real. The place looked pretty classy—not plush or snobby. It was a pleasant, clean and professional looking space. Leather padded chairs were arranged in a semi-circle facing the stage. The chairs were only three rows deep in the center and two deep on the sides. The second and third rows in the center and the second rows on the sides were on risers. It was clear that the arrangement ensured that everyone had a perfect close-up view of the show. I was ready to get on that stage and show my stuff. I really wanted this booking.
"So Eddie, ya want to audition for our shows?" Mr. Greenaum asked. "Well sure, I'd love to," I said with my heart racing. I was hard as a rock as Gustavo took my hand and guided me to join him on the stage.
FROM CHAPTER 40
Guests started arriving a little after eight. I kept a professional look on my face as people reacted and looked me over. After most people arrived I slowly made my way among the guests and offered the hors d'oeuvres. The fancy cocktail napkins had Albert's initials printed on them.
There was a good mix of older and younger guys, from about twenty or so up to maybe even eighty. A few guys had ties and jackets on but the majority wore nice slacks and classy sweaters or shirts. When the boys from Clair and Mary's party arrived, they gave me big greetings and some nice pats on my naked butt. I thanked Tommy for getting me hooked up for the party. He confessed that he did it for himself so he could see more of me. We laughed.
By about 9 pm I did a very quick count in my head. There were about forty men, about half big bears, spread out in the dining room, in the huge living room and in the adjoining den. It was non-stop drinking and nibbling. Everyone was very pleasant and a few guys had reached out and grabbed my buns while I was walking by but that was it. There were about five or six bills in the glass on my tray. It took Albert to move things along.
While I was holding a tray out for a small group of his guests Albert walked over and said, "So how do you like my cute young waiter?" Albert's smile got bigger and he took a slight bow as they all chimed in and told him what a delight I was.
"Feel free to get to know every inch of this naked stud, front and back. He's your boy toy for the night," Albert said to urge them on. "Watch me, this is how you do it."