Fuck you! No fuck you! Were familiar refrains heard in the Swan bowling lanes, In the back of Swan's Tavern especially on Wednesday nights.
There were 8 lanes without automatic pinsetters. On Wednesday nights the Italian-American League took over. Many of the bowlers were members of the local mob with mob wannabes and other Italian men constituting the 8 teams.
Danny Columbo and I were pinsetters making 25 cents a game. Danny's family was mob connected. His father had been murdered in a mob hit. His brother-in-law was in prison for burglary, and his Uncle Vito Bendetto was the enforcer for Pete Sargeni the mob boss.
During the summer, Danny, his cousin Paul Bendetto and I would caddy, and in the winter Danny and I would set pins at Swan Lanes.
So, I was on the periphery of the mob and Danny was related.
Danny and I also played Euchre on Tuesday nights at Saint Leo's Catholic Church.
Danny was an expert card cheater having been taught by his imprisoned bother-in-law Felix. We always made money in the Saint Leo's Euchre tournaments.
Danny was also very successful with the girls our age. By the time we reached 18 Danny had a hot sexy girlfriend named Sandy. Sandy's best friend Abbe and I were kind of thrown together. We double dated a lot and often Danny and I would get sucked off with him and Sandy in the front seat and Abbe and me in the back.
Both girls sucked to completion and swallowed our cum. I assumed Abbe had also sucked off Danny behind Sandy's back. I had a decent cut cock of 6" but Danny had a 2" bigger cock with a distinct curve.
Sandy had no delusion that Danny's cock was hers exclusively. But Sandy's mouth and pussy did belong to Danny.
Danny graduated from caddying and pin setting to pushing football spot cards and making collections for spot card receipts. He had become a low-level mobster. Me on the other hand, entered Ohio State University, day time while working the evening shift at a Western Electric telecommunication manufacturing plant.
Danny and I had gone our separate ways.
But I ran into Sandy at Gray's Drug Store soda fountain on Parsons Avenue. I asked her how Danny was doing and she replied, "I don't know and I don't fucking give a rat's ass." Oops I thought. For at least the moment, Danny was not a good topic, so I asked about Abbe and got a similar response. I smiled as I assumed Sandy had caught Danny and Abbe doing the nasty.