Youngman

There's a youngman staring at him. And now a man cruising which one? Johnny. In a hollow bowl created by the drooping branches of the trees, the man goes down on Johnny. Thirty-two! Johnny counts, waiting anxiously for the youngman also to touch his cock so he can count 33 in rapid succession.

1970-1975, Lou Sullivan, personal diary, quoted in 2019, Ellis Martin, Zach Ozma (editors), We Both Laughed In Pleasure I want him to love me, accept me—all of me. Let me be his youngman.

It is folly to deny that the scenario of this novel takes place nightly in bars throughout the country. At the Spike in New York, the Gold Coast in Chicago, Herbie's in Boston, the One Way in San Francisco, Mary's in Houston, the Washington DC Eagle . . . leather master meets and initiates youngman; handcuffs bind wrists; cops, corporals, and construction workers spit, piss and ejaculate on men seeking humiliation.