Ukies--42. Staten Island Fairy

Staten Island Fairy

I had wandered into the Staten Island Ferry Terminal in my usual walks through the city. I was supposed to meet Olena in the Village but again she didn’t show up. I was pissed and found myself walking downtown. I had no idea where I was going but the walk was very pleasant and interesting. The buildings, the stores, the people were all new to me and I just walked on, heedless of where I was going.

I knew NY was surrounded by water and many times as I walked glimpsed docks and ports on my way until I came to the tip of Manhattan. But the place was peopled by crowds rushing inside of a terminal. The signs read Staten Island Ferry, so I shrugged, threw in a dime into the turnstile and found myself on the deck of a huge ferry boat.

Damn, where was I going? I wondered.

I took a seat with the rest of the crowd, as they read newspapers, but it got quickly boring so I stood up and walked around the deck. Wandered from end to end all around the boat and found myself going into the bathroom to pee. One guy stood at the urinals but he didn’t look at me so I unzipped and pulled my penis out. Ah, it felt good, peering on water as the ferry churned along…

I heard movement and out of the corner of my eye saw the guy moving away from the urinals he had been standing at. I shook my dick a few times and turned around. The guy was standing, leaning back against the sink, his dick out of his pants and hard as hell. I watched him pull the skin back…And strangely I blushed, but didn’t know why, and I felt my own dick begin to harden in my jeans. Again I saw the guy’s penis bounce up and down as he stood there and licked his lips. I stared at the dick as if fascinated then shook my head, turned and walked out of the bathroom. Outside I found a seat but far away from the bathroom…

I didn’t see the man when the boat docked on Staten Island but I turned about and took the next boat back…I quickly found the bathroom and held my stiff penis before the urinal. I heard someone enter…my face was very red…

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Ukies--41. Nowhere to go, nothing to do...

Nowhere to go, nothing to do…

Was a hot summer and the streets were too sweltering to just hang out on them. 8th Street between Avenues B and C was no different from 9th Street between First and Second Avenues -- two places I always gravitated too, Bohdan was on 8^th, Ihor on 9^th, but the hot streets were a no-where-land to me that summer so I headed uptown…

Must have been 95 degrees or so when I turned off 23^rd Street and went downstairs to the pool hall there; I had been there before, the guys never checked your age, and it was a nice place to get out of the heat.

I took a seat and watched a few players going around the tables, but it didn’t look like they were seriously playing, just workers from the various companies on their lunch breaks.

I had been there maybe a half hour or so when a pool player nodded at me.

“Looking for any action, kid?” he said, chalking up his cue.

I shrugged. “Maybe,” I said, not getting up, since I didn’t want him to think I was an easy mark.

“Rack ‘em up, kid,” he said. “Let’s play a game.” And again he chalked up his cue. “25 cents a game, alright?”

I got up from my chair. “Nah,” I said. “Ain’t interested,” and headed to the door and stairs.

“Stupid kid,” I heard say behind me.

Wow! 99 degrees! I read in the corner drugstore thermostat. Wish I had somewhere to go…something to do…

I just walked…and sweated…

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Ukies--40. Best Friends

Best Friends

Marko and Oleksiy both had a thing for Alla… though at the same time.

It started at Christmas time when Marko gave Alla a gift that came as a surprise to her, a little bottle of Chantilly perfume. When Oleksiy found out he took her ice skating in Central Park and spent some time there. The following week Marko and Alla were seen in Rockefeller Center, more uppity than the lower classed Central Park, and both were ice skating. She had been seen with both of them but on different days…This drew them into words.

“She’s mine!” dared Marko. “Stay away from her!”

Oleksiy snorted, “Screw you, loser!”

They were kept apart by the older guys who thought it was funny. But it wasn’t funny to them both…

One day Marko was on 11th Street and 1st Avenue when he saw Alla standing across the avenue and talking to Oleksiy. His blood boiled but he saw Oleksiy lower his head as Alla keep right on talking.

Now what the hell is this? he wondered. Alla talked as Oleksiy listened with his head bent down. What’s with them? He saw Alla turn and walk away.

He smirked to himself, ready to cross the street and gloat to Oleksiy that Alla had picked him over but Marko suddenly he felt bad. The three of them had known each other for almost what? Eighth years? Wow, how time flies!

He waited a moment then shrugged and walked the other way to 10th Street to Avenue A. Sure enough a game of baseball was being held there…

That spring they graduated from school. Alla found a new boyfriend, a Puerto Rican kid on Avenue C. Oleksiy and Marko went together to high school uptown…Never heard from them again.

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Ukies--39. Ukrainian Baby

Ukrainian Baby

She had just finished the 8^th grade when word got out that she was pregnant.

Damn! Only 16! said the old timers.

But who could’ve done such a thing? they wondered, obviously, someone not of our nationality because our boys wouldn’t do such a thing…well, at least they’ll come out and take the responsibility…

Disgusting! said another.

But she grew bigger and bigger, her belly stretching out wider and wider.

Maybe it was Hryhory, said a third, who continued, I have seen them together and they were whispering to each other…Must be something in that…What a minute…Marko, the sly one…he was always after her…Remember when they had that dance in school? Who did they take away because he was bothering the girls? Marko. Yessirree…It was him!

It’s disgusting! they all agreed.

Still she wouldn’t say who it was. Her mother promised that she’d find out and when she did it would be the end of him…Even had some Gypsy words to fling at him, mixed together with the Yiddish she cursed him with…

Disgusting, what little kids do to their parents nowadays! Just horrible!

She stayed in her room getting fatter by the day until she went to the hospital to give birth…unfortunately the baby was born but died prematurely…

She killed it! the old geezers said. I know she did! Poor, poor Ukrainian baby…

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Ukies--38. Seeing Olena

Seeing Olena

I saw Olena today on Broadway. I was going to the pool hall on 23^rd when I noticed her across the avenue.

Was this too far to approach her, I thought, or was I conditioned to play her game of not knowing who I was?

I shrugged, and was about to cross the avenue when a guy standing by her said something and offered her a cigarette. I crouched with lowered head but kept my eye on them. The guy was doing most of the talking as he lit her cigarette -- but I saw she had turned red and was looking away from him…that could only mean one thing…

The light changed; I saw she was looking right in my direction. What would happen now?

I slowly began to cross the street, hesitant, afraid, when I saw her smiling at me. I breathed a sigh of relief; glad she knew me no matter that this wasn’t downtown anymore…

I came up to her; she leaned over, flicking away her newly lit cigarette, and let me kiss her cheek; she squeezed my hand.

I saw the guy look at her, his lips tightening as he stared at the wasted cigarette and just keep walking.

I was very happy that she recognized me…we were just a few blocks away from where her strange game would actually begin…I breathed a sigh of relief…

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Ukies--37. Hardup Janet

Hardup Janet

Janet was a pretty girl who had the ungainly name that could get her in trouble in those years:

Have you got a hardon? Not yet.

Are you gonna get one? You bet!

Who you gonna stick in? Janet.

How’s it gonna come out? All wet.

Sung by the whore house…Quartet…

We would laugh at her as Janet would fume and curse and spit out, “Idiot! Idiot!”

I was in the 8^th grade and lusting after every girl in school and out of it. Janet was in another school but this was NYC and even in a building where they lived kids went to school in

opposite directions. Sometimes I saw her come out of her building and head up 2^nd Avenue -- I always lusted after her, and I had the notion that she was doing the same.

One morning after jerking off, I walked past her building a little earlier, thinking I’d get her because she was ripe for sticking it in, or so the song did say…I kind of was sure she was the one who had inspired the song…

I entered the lobby -- the building was still sleeping, stretching out as if getting ready to go to work. What to do now? I thought. She has to come down the stairs and there I’d be, looking up her dress with my dick out ready for her mouth to gulp it down. God! Was I hard just thinking about that moment…I pulled my dick out.

Then I heard footsteps, high heeled ones I was sure, maybe with just a toe hold on each little shoe. Oh God, I slowly pulled my dick out and held it before me ready for her to descend the stairs….

A guy appeared at the top of the stairs and I heard him say, “What the fuck?!”

I was out of that building, running down the street as I was zippering up and trying to hold my school bag with the other hand. In no time was I on another street and spent the rest of the school day real pissed at my rotten luck….

I saw Janet a few days after that…I mouthed the song and laughed as she glared at me and disappeared down the street…

I still feel like an idiot…even now…

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Ukies--36. Fat Sonia

Fat Sonia

Sonia was a fat girl whom everyone made fun off, how she dressed, how she walked, how she ran….

I don’t know how she got me hard but the possibility she could be the one made me gentler in my approach to her. I stopped laughing at her and actually began to be somewhat defensive when the guys started taunting her, which of course turned the laughter onto me.

“Hey Kolya”, they’d taunt, “Your girl friend is looking for you!” as their smirking and hooting began to make me feel embarrassed and mad at them.

“Fuck you!” I’d spit out defensively to get away from their insults, which I’m certain Sonia was seeing too.

One day, after the usual name calling I was getting from my so-called friends, I turned the corner on Avenue A and there was Sonia standing in a doorway of a building and looking at me; I knew it wasn’t her home -- she lived a few more blocks by the river -- and I turned red from seeing her.

“What’s your game, mister?” she said, frowning at me. “Why are you so nice?”

I suppose after all these weeks I answered, “I don’t know, I guess I like you.” And again I blushed and felt very uncomfortable.

Her glaring face lightened and she faintly smiled at me. And for a moment we liked each other and I smiled back…when I saw her eyes look over my head and again she frowned.

“Idiot jerk!” she spat out. “Get away from me! Stop following me!”

I heard laughter and spun around to see a few of my old friends laughing.

“Hey, Kolya, you like fatsos, don’t you?” they’d laugh. “Let’s see if she can lay down next to you? Hell, she can’t even stand up!”

But by then Sonia had stormed off as the laughter echoed after her but I wonder if for a moment before they appeared Sonia wouldn’t take a chance and get friendly with me…aw, hell I’ll never know….

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