Bill W

Boy For Hire

Chapter 1
The Final Straw

I stood there looking at his limp and battered form, and I wondered why I had taken his abuse for so long. Sure, he may have been my father and down deep maybe I did still love him, but why did I let him kick the shit out of me for so many years? Why did I take his abuse without fighting back? He'd come home, get royally drunk, and then find some reason to beat me within an inch of my life. He was a fucking alcoholic, animalistic bully and I spent years believing that every beating he gave me was my fault. I tried to be good, better than any son could be, and nothing I did stopped the beatings. It was never good enough. It took me all this time before I finally realized that it wasn't me, I wasn't the one at fault here. It was the booze and his fucking disposition that created this hell on earth for me and I wasn't going to take it any more. At fourteen, Trevor Wiley was declaring his independence in the strongest possible fashion. I was going to leave this pathetic excuse for a father behind and make a life for myself.

I went upstairs, threw everything I had into a small duffle bag, and I left the house. I collected all the cash I had saved from my various jobs, doing whatever I could to help the neighbors, walked by his still prone form, and slammed the door as I left. As I had walked past that son of a bitch, I spat on him to add insult to the injury I had so forcefully heaped upon him. Now I stood alone in the night air, trying to decide where I would go. I had no relatives and only a few friends, but I knew that I had to leave this small town and get as far away from everything as I could, for now. Butler, Georgia, was a very small town and news and rumors spread quickly. I knew that, once word got out that I beat up my old man, some of the locals would turn on me. Hell, the sheriff would most likely even arrest me. It didn't make any difference to them that he beat the hell out of me; he was my father and he could discipline me any way he saw fit. I knew that they would never accept self-defense as a legitimate excuse for my striking him. The only way they would have turned on him were if he had actually beaten me to death.

Everyone in town knew he drank and that he drank to excess. Dad was a civilian employee at Ft. Benning, which was 30 or 40 miles [45-60 km] west of here. He rode to work in a car pool with three other locals who also worked there. He would constantly bitch to them about what a terrible kid I was and how hard it was to keep me in line. Word soon spread throughout town that I was the devil's spawn and that my father would not 'spare the rod' trying to make me an honest, upstanding member of the community. Only a few of the really close neighbors, whom I worked for, ever suspected that his claims were unfounded. Having no solid proof to the contrary, there was little, if anything, they felt they could do to help me.

Walking down the dark road heading out of town, my mind went over all of the beatings that I had suffered at his hands. I remember that first time like it happened only yesterday. My mom was still alive then and I had been out playing with some friends. As usual, Dad came home from work and started drinking heavily. I was supposed to be home by 8:00, and when I walked in five minutes late, he lit into me like I had just robbed a bank or raped the girl next door. I was only seven years old and I shook in fear as he grabbed me and shook me like a rag doll. I nearly pissed and shit my pants, I was so scared, but he didn't let up. The next thing I knew, he threw me across the room and into the wall. That knocked all the air from my lungs and I slumped to the floor, but he wasn't finished. He came over, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me to my room. Once there, he tossed me on the bed and ripped the clothes from my body. Then he pulled me back, making me bend over the end of the bed and, with my ass in the air, he removed his belt. He whipped me with that piece of leather for the next fifteen minutes, until he literally dropped from exhaustion. He whipped every inch of my flesh, from my shoulders to my ankles, and he left the marks that I still carry today. My backside was cut and bleeding and the welts and bruises shone through where the blood left off.

It took weeks for my body to heal and I had to finagle my way out of PE classes so no one would see my trophies. Mom had tried to protect me, but the bastard slapped her around as well. Once he had done his deed, Mom did everything she could to care for my battered body, but there was little she could do at that point. For several days, I would lie in bed at night trying to determine what I could have done that would make my father hate me so. I was only able to answer that question for myself after several more beatings, during which I endured my father's taunts. Every time he wrought another blow to my abused torso, he would tell me what a disobedient, miserable piece of shit I actually was.

The next beating came after I spilled my milk at dinner; it was for wasting food and causing a mess. The battering after that was because he saw me talking to someone he didn't approve of; that punishment was to teach me respect. The next couple of times he mauled on me because I didn't clean my room well enough or the lid blew off of the trash can because I didn't put it on properly; these poundings were to teach me responsibility. After that, he would smack me around because I got into the bathroom first and made him late for his car pool or because I asked my mother to repeat what she had said. Honestly, I didn't hear what she told me, but that didn't matter. I was whipped again, this time to teach me to respect my parents. No matter what I did, I got bashed for it. Sometimes it was with his belt or with his hands. Other times it was with a wooden switch, a wooden spoon, the garden hose, an electrical cord, or just about anything else he could put his hands on at the time. When my mother drowned, trying to save a little girl from a rain swollen creek, the beatings got even worse, if you can believe that. It all culminated tonight and, finally, I fought back in anger and frustration. I don't know, perhaps I killed him back there, but I really didn't care how he fared from my assault. Why should I? He never gave a damn about what he did to me. Over the years I had become numb to him and numb to his beatings, at least after about the first two dozen episodes. After being pummeled so many times, I willed my mind some place else whenever he went into one of his rages. It wasn't happening to me, it wasn't him assaulting me, and I wasn't even there. Afterward, I would tend to my own injuries, trying to avoid as much contact with the afflicted areas and the outside world as I could. Then I would pray that all of my wounds, both physical and emotional, would heal before the next attack began.

Now here I was, walking down a dark, lonely county highway, looking to get away. I wasn't sure if there would be enough traffic to get a ride or if I would have to walk the entire 30-40 miles [45-60 km] to I-75. I figured that once I hit the interstate, I could catch a ride to somewhere in southern Florida, where I wouldn't have to worry so much about finding shelter from the elements, especially at night while I tried to rest. If I had to, I could sleep out in the open, in a park or behind a school. It wouldn't make a difference as long as I wasn't near my asshole father. I had walked a few miles down that long, unlit road when a car pulled up beside me.

"Where you headed to, young fella?" the driver inquired.

"To the interstate."

"Whatcha goin' there fer?"

"I'm going to Florida to visit my Grandma, sir. She's been really sick."

"Well, yuh got kinda a long haul ahead of yuh. Hop in." I jumped in the car and the driver burned a little rubber, as the tires spun on the gravel and then caught on the pavement. The driver was a fairly muscular guy, probably in his mid-twenties. He wasn't bad looking and from the things he talked about, I assumed he was a construction worker. We had traveled about ten minutes before I got my first proposition.

"Hey kid, I was thinkin' about stoppin' fer somethin' to eat. I'm hungry. How abouch yuh?"

"You can stop if you want to, but I'm okay. I don't have that much money and I've got to save what I have for my trip."

"Who said anythin' abouch yuh payin'? Figured we could work outta little deal."

"What do you mean?" I asked naively.

"Well, I thought I could pay fer yuh meal if yuh let me suck on yur dick."

"What would I have to do to you?"

"Nutin'. I suck yur dick and then yuh get to eat. That's it."

I thought about it for a minute. I didn't mind the idea of getting sucked off, especially by this nice looking guy, and he is going to buy my food. This might not be such a bad deal after all. "Well, it depends. How much are you willing to spend for my food, mister?"

He looked like he was adding things up in his mind. "Ten bucks, tops."

He hit the magic number. I didn't even have to think about it. "Deal."

"Yeah. There's a little place up thu road where we can pull over fer some fun."

It wasn't long before he pulled the car over and parked. We were stopped in a flat, open area next to the road. The ground had previously been cleared of all vegetation, so we had plenty of room to get off the road and remain undetected. After he turned off the engine, he got out of the car, walked over to my side of the vehicle, and he opened my door. The dome light didn't come on, so I figured the bulb was blown.

"Just swing yur legs out thu door and I'll make yuh feel real good." I did as I was told and he knelt in front of me and unfastened my jeans. I lifted my butt off of the seat, so he could pull my jeans and boxers down below my knees. My 5¾" [14½ cm] circumcised penis was half-hard, seeing that I was kind of excited about getting my rocks off, and he chuckled when he saw the state I was in.

"Well, it looks like yuh kinda like my idea, boy."

"I don't know any guy who doesn't like a good blow job," I said dryly.

"And that's what I'm gonna tuh give yuh." He bent over, grabbed my cock in his hand, and started to lick the bright pink head. I felt tingling sensations washing over my body and my boyhood jumped to full attention. He continued licking my dick and his other hand reached up and started to fondle my balls. He was good, real good, and I was very aroused by his actions. He flicked his tongue at my piss slit, sending another wave of sensations outward from the glans, and then he slid his mouth over the tip of my organ. He swallowed the entire shaft and he immediately had his nose brushing my pubic hairs. He began to work his lips over the outer covering of my member, gently stroking the sides of my erection with the tender, moist flesh around the inside of his mouth. I felt the churning in my loins and the heat of pleasure flowing toward the tip of my dick.

"I'm nearly there. I'm going to cum soon," I warned him, but he didn't pull off. If anything, he sped up his actions. "Oh,aaaaaaahhhhhhh 3; I'm 3; going 3; to 3; cuuuuummmmmmm. Oh God, yes. Suck it. Suck it." Knowing I was about to shoot, he took his hand off of my nut sac and slid it under my butt. Suddenly, I felt one of his fingers search out my butt hole and he jammed his finger into my chute, touching something within me that triggered my release. That was all I could take.

"I'mmmmmmmmmmmmm 3; I'm 3; uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh." That's the last sound I uttered before several gigantic streams of sperm jettisoned from my cock and flooded the driver's slurping mouth. He kept sucking on my dick until he had teased the last drops of cum from my now wilting love muscle.

"Boy. Yuh sure pack one hellofa load. Damn tasty, too. Hell, yuh filled me up so much that I dunno if I ken still eat."

"You're not backing out of your deal, are you?" I panicked.

"No kid, yuh was good to yur word and I'll be good fer mine. We'll go eat, all right. Hell, yuh ken even pick thu place."

Relieved, I asked him if there was a decent pizza place around and he said that he knew just the spot. We stopped at 'Tony's Pizza Parlor' and we had a large, thick crust, pepperoni pizza and cokes. It was really pretty good and we were on the road again. As we drove along I closed my eyes, leaned back, and began to think. Hey, if I can find other guys out there who will pay me or buy me things if I let them suck me off, then I might do better than I first thought. In fact, it might even be fun. I guess that I've always suspected that I might be gay. Heck, I always seem to get aroused looking at or thinking about other guys, so maybe I can use that to my advantage. This may be just what I need to prove if I really am gay or not. I can earn some money and relieve my built up sexual tensions at the same time. Hell, if the guy looks decent enough, I might even be willing to suck him off for even more money.

I kept thinking about all of these new possibilities when the driver brought me back from my circumspection. "Hey, boy. Yuh asleep?"

"No, just thinking."

"Well, thu interstate is right chere so I just wanna let yuh know that's as fer as I'm goin'."

"Thanks for the ride, sir, and thanks for everything else. I really appreciate what you did for me."

"Well, I'll keep muh eyes open fer yur return trip. Maybe we ken have some more fun then."

"Yeah, that would be great," I responded, knowing full well that I had no plans to ever return. He pulled over, I got out, and I thanked him again.

"Hey, kid. Head over to that truck stop over thar and yuh might be able tuh talk one of dem drivers into givin' yuh a ride south. Most of dem travel on thu interstate."

I thanked him again and did as he suggested. I started talking to the drivers to see which ones would be heading south. Most of them seemed to be traveling north, but then one of the drivers said he was going in my direction.

"Yeah, I'm driving south, all the way to Miami. I can get you almost anywhere you want to go."

"That would be nice, but I can't afford to pay you." The driver started to eye me up and down.

"Well, I'll tell you what, kid. You let me have a piece of that tail and not only will I drop you off where you want to go, but I'll buy your meals along the way, too."

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do nothin', son, except let me fuck that cute little ass of yours."

"Uh, I 3; well 3; I don't know about that," I stuttered. "I've never done 3; well 3; that before." I paused. "Isn't there something else I could do instead?"

"Look, son. I'll be real gentle with you. I've got some KY in the cab and I'll loosen you up real good, so you won't hardly feel a thing."

"I'm 3; I'm 3; not sure," I stammered again.

"Son, you're not going to get any better offer than I'm making you. I'm going the whole way to Miami, so I can drop you off no matter where you're heading."

"Well, where would you suggest that I go?"

"You mean you don't know where you're going?"

"I just want to get away for a while. I want to go some place where I'll blend in and where it'll be warm enough to spend all of my time outdoors. It would help if there was also a big, modern mall in a nice neighborhood."

"In that case, I'd suggest Ft. Lauderdale. There's a huge mall on the west side, near the interstate, and I think you'd fit in there fine. It'll be plenty warm enough, too. 'Course, most of those parts would be."

I thought for a while before I answered him. If you promise not to hurt me, then I'll take a ride to Ft. Lauderdale. Deal?"

"Sure, kid. I'll be as gentle as your own mama." I thanked him but the mention of my mother brought a whole new wave of emotions into play. I wonder if I'd be doing this if she were still around? I wonder if she'd have left Dad and taken the two of us somewhere safe? I wonder if she could have protected me or if she would have even had him arrested for what he did to us? I guess that there's no sense worrying or wondering about things that can never be. I hopped in the truck's cab with the driver and we were soon tooling down the highway. The trucker said he'd be pulling over to take a little nap just before we left I-75 to take another route over to I-95. That's when he would be expecting his payment.

I started fidgeting in my seat, wondering if I made the right decision. Although I've occasionally thought about some guy popping my anal cherry, I always hoped it would be some cute young guy whom I fell in love with. Here I am, with some truck driver in his late fifties, and I've agreed to let him deflower me for the price of a ride and meals. At the time it sounded like the right decision, but now I was beginning to wonder if I wasn't a bit hasty. I think that the driver knew or guessed what I was thinking about, because he suddenly tried to engage me in a lot of inane chitchat about anything that popped into his mind.

We had a long ride ahead of us. We had the whole southern half of Georgia to drive through and then the whole length of Florida. It would be about a third of the way down Florida before we would stop, so I would have several hours to ponder my fate. I wanted to fall asleep and forget about what awaited me, but I knew my mind would never let go of the idea long enough for me to get any rest. Instead, I decided to spend my time mentally preparing myself for what was going to happen. He said that he wouldn't hurt me and he seemed to be a pretty honest and up-front type of person. I had to try and convince myself that this would work out fine, even if it wasn't exactly how I wanted it to happen.

Chapter 2
No turning back

"Relax, son. I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you. Shit, boy, you're probably hung as well as me. I kind of got shortchanged in the old dick department. My old wand isn't big enough to do any real damage, just big enough to have some fun. Hell, I'll even make you another promise. If you calm down and do as I tell you, you're going to enjoy it. If not, I'll give you twenty bucks for your effort."

"What about the ride?" I asked, concerned.

"You'll get the ride to where you're going, whether you enjoy the fuck or not."

His response did make me feel better, not the part about the money but the part about his having a small prick. If he was sure enough to offer me $20 if he hurt me, then he must be reasonably sure that he wouldn't. He doesn't seem the kind who has money to waste. I'm not sure if my logic was flawless, but it sounded good to me and it made me feel better. As he pulled in and parked his vehicle, he told me to hop back into the sleeper and get undressed. That, he explained, meant all of my clothes off. He said that he liked a full show beforehand, to help him get it up. He left the engine running, came back into the sleeper with me, and he pulled the curtain closed, shutting us off from the driving portion of the cab. He had already turned the light on in the sleeper.

"Damn, boy, you've sure got a real purdy body there. Yep, and just as I suspeccted, you're probably a shade bigger in the dick department, too." That made me relax even more. I never considered myself big, especially compared to the other guys that I'd seen in the showers at school. In fact, I'd say that I was average. If he's smaller than that, it won't be bad as long as it's not too thick.

He had been taking his clothes off as I lay there thinking, and he already had his shirt and trousers removed. He only had on a graying pair of briefs and his socks. I looked at the bulge in his shorts and it appeared that he had been telling the truth about the size of his tool. He slid his jockeys down and out popped a slender, uncircumcised cock, maybe a little over 5" [12½ cm] in length. If the length reassured me, then seeing the thickness put me completely at ease. I guess that if I had to pick a penis for my first ass fucking, this would be one of the ones I'd have chosen. Totally naked, he came down beside me and he started running his hands all over my body.

"Shit, boy, you're one fine looking specimen, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Thank you, sir. I consider that a fine compliment," I answered with more self-assuredness than I would have ever expected from me.

"Well, it was meant as a compliment, so that's how you should take it." He paused for a few seconds. "Son, if you let me suck your dick, too, I'll give you an extra $10, cash."

"Fine," I answered. "Enjoy yourself."

He didn't hesitate and bent over and started nibbling on my boyhood. Damn, my second blowjob in just a few hours. Yeah, I just might have learned a way to survive for a while. The old guy had munched and licked everything from the navel on down to mid-thigh. He seemed to have a taste for tender white meat. I'd have to wait to see if he also liked the darker meat of the drumstick. I hadn't been paying attention to what he was doing, and he swallowed my rod in one gulp. This caused me to gasp and I just heard him chuckle softly to himself. He wasn't quite as good as the first guy, so I ended up lifting my hips up and down, face fucking him to get it over with. His mouth did serve its purpose and soon I was reaching my climax.

"Oh, yeah. Take it all, you dirty old man. I'm going to shoot. Swallow all of my boy cream. Drink it all up." I was thrusting my hips faster. "Here 3; here it 3; cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmms. Ooooooooooohhhhh. Uuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh."

I rammed my meat as far into his mouth as it would go and shot another hot load, this time against the back of my new partner's throat. I could feel it every time he swallowed, I was in so far, and he didn't let even the tiniest drop escape. He let my dick slip from his mouth and he sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Real sweet cum you've got there, boy. Almost like licking honey off of a bear cub's paw." After resting and savoring the flavor of my deposit for a brief time, he leaned over my head and reached into the corner of the compartment for something. He sat back, holding a tube in his hand.

"Now, relax, son, and just do what old Frank tells you. I'm going to put some of this KY jelly on my fingers and then I'm going to use them to stretch out that tight hole of yours. I'll do it slowly, so it won't hurt. After I grease you up, I'll slobber some of this stuff on my pecker so it'll slide in real nice. When I go to put it into you, I want you to relax and push down like you're taking a crap. Don't push so hard that you shit all over my bedding, but just enough to open up your chute as much as you can. Do you have all that?" I nodded my head 'yes' and Frank went about his business.

He placed his first finger at the muscular ring that protects my opening. He pressed against it, but my anus didn't want to cooperate. I pushed down on my ass muscles like he said, and his finger slipped right in. I had never had anything up my rectum before tonight, but it didn't feel bad. The first guy had just rammed his finger up there and forced his way in. Frank was going very slowly and making sure I felt as little discomfort as possible. I appreciated that fact. Now, he slipped a second finger up inside my virgin hole and started twisting it around and bending the first couple of knuckles inside me. He hit that spot inside of my ass, and I could feel the sparks flying. I jerked and he giggled in response.

"That's the old prostate, son. It feels real good when it gets stroked, don't it? My old dick should be stroking it a lot while I'm fucking you. It adds to the pleasure for a man. You'll learn to love that little button more and more each time you have sex." When he finished talking to me, he inserted his third finger and started working the triumvirate around in my tunnel. I was getting real excited now, enjoying the sensations more and more, and Frank just giggled as I squirmed beneath his touch. "I told you that you were going to like it, son. I've got you loosened up, probably more than you need to be loosened for old Frank here, but I wanted to make sure that the screwing wouldn't hurt you. Are you ready, kid? Cause I'm going to give you the ride of your young life. Old Frank might not have a big weapon, but he sure knows how to use it. It's kind of like they say, kid. 'It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.' This old dog still has his teeth and he knows how to use them, so to speak."

I got a kick out of the way he put things and how he tried to make me feel better. I think I liked him a little more each minute we spent together. "OK, son. Pull your knees up to your chest and give old Frank a good look at that pucker." I did as he told me. "That's right. That's what you need to do. Now remember, as I start to enter you, you push down a little, like you're taking a dump in the woods."

Again, I chuckled at his phraseology. I felt his dick head touch my rosebud and I started pushing down on my anal muscles for him to enter. Once he got by the guardian to the sacred channel, he slid in easily and I felt the hairs of his legs tickle my sensitive ass. He told me that I had done just fine and then he asked me if I needed a minute before he started. I told him that wouldn't be necessary and he began his partial withdrawal, followed by a quick assault on my ass. Once he was in, Frank wrapped his arms around me and started rubbing my back.

"Christ, son, what the fuck happened to you?" he asked abruptly, feeling the scars and welts that still remained on my body.

I realized what he was asking and tears started to well up in my eyes. As the rising moisture started to cascade down my cheeks, I answered him. "My dad's a drunk and he used to whip me whenever he got shitfaced."

"Damn, boy. That's some pretty mean shit back there. Is that what the hell you're running away from?" I just nodded my head in the affirmative. "Well, I guess old Frank don't blame you then. If it had been me, I'd most likely have shot the bastard."

"I did kick the crap out of him before I left," I told him proudly. "He was all bruised and bloody when I left, and I even spat on him to show him how much I hated him."

"Good for you, boy. He's lucky he got off that easy."

His words made me feel much better about my confrontation with my dad. After we finished our conversation, Frank got back to business. He maintained a nice, steady rhythm and I purred as his penis brushed against the responsive organ that lay just inside my entranceway. I guess that I was really surprised by the lack of pain and the overwhelming gratification that I was feeling from this sexual act. I had been very worried about doing this and I had been only praying that it just wouldn't hurt. I never expected to get this much enjoyment from it.

Frank started rocking in and out of me faster and faster. I knew he would blow his load soon. He had placed his hand on my cock, which was once again rigid and ready to party, and he pumped it to the same tempo he was working on my butt. He panted very hard and very loudly. I began to worry that he might have a heart attack in his final throws and die atop me. Wouldn't that be fun to try to explain away to a State Police Officer? 'No sir, I didn't kill him. He just had a heart attack as he was fucking my ass. He was having such a good time before he went.'

"Oh, God, son. You're so damn tight and so fucking good. Man, I've never felt such a tight boy cunt before." I got the feeling he was enjoying himself. I know, I'm the master of understatement. He was pumping harder now, like the pistons of a sports car as the tachometer approaches the red line, and I knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, fuck, kid. Here it comes. I'm going to fill your belly up with all of my baby-making sperm. Oooohhhhhhh. Yeeeeeeeessssssssss. Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh."

His cock throbbed and expanded and I felt the hot blasts of his man fluids scalding the deeper reaches of my love tunnel. Seconds later, my own penis exploded in his hand and my jizz shot up into the air and landed all over me, Frank's arm and hand, and some of the bedding. He collapsed backward, letting gravity pull his cock from my butt. There was a strange slurping sound as his penis made its exit, almost sounding like a wet fart. If I wasn't so exhausted, I might have laughed at that strange noise.

When he had recovered, Frank tossed me a cleaning rag to clean the spunk off my body and whatever else it was covering. We both dressed and got ready to leave the truck.

"Listen up, kid. If anybody in there asks you what you're doing riding with me, you just tell them that you're my grandson and that we're taking a little vacation at the other end of line. If you let them think that you had sex with me, then there will probably be a whole bunch of them fellas that will want a piece of you, too. I'm afraid that some of them wouldn't be as easy a fuck as me, as some of them are packing really big equipment. Shit, some of those guys that I see in the men's room when I'm taking a leak would rip you completely apart. You might even bleed to death before they finish with you."

I thanked Frank for his warning and for making my first time so pleasant. He said that it had been his pleasure, not mine, and he took a ten dollar bill and handed it to me. "Here's what I promised you, now let's go inside and get a quick bite before we curl up for a little shut-eye."

We went inside, had our meal, and then we came back to the sleeper for some actual sleep. I curled up on my side and Frank cuddled up to my back and draped his arm over my chest. Here, a total stranger was showing me more affection on our first day together than my father had shown for me over the course of my entire life. How can you account for that?

When his travel alarm went off a couple of hours later, he left me there and got back into his seat to drive. I continued to sleep with the gentle rocking of the big rig and the hum of the tires over the highway. It was a sweet lullaby that kept me company until I awoke. I awoke startled, forgetting what had happened and where I was, but once I looked around and regained my senses, I moved into the cab and sat on the seat next to my sex instructor.

"Where are we?" I wanted to know.

"We've got about another hour or so till we reach Ft. Lauderdale. You ready for some breakfast?"

"You don't have to buy me breakfast. You've already done enough."

"Hell, son, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I want to buy you breakfast, so are you ready for it?"

"Yes, thank you."

"We stopped at a small dinner and Frank bought me a huge breakfast. I had three pancakes, two eggs, home fries, four pieces of toast, and orange juices. I think he was afraid that once he left me off, I might not be eating on a regular basis. Before we got back in his rig, I gave him a hug and thanked him for his kindness. He blushed a little from my public display of affection but, looking around, he realized that he didn't know any of these people, so who gives a damn. We rode on until we reached the mall that Frank had told me about, and we parted ways. I thanked him, several times, for his extreme kindness and generosity and he wished me luck. He also gave me a pager number that I could reach him at, in case I ever decided that I needed a ride back home. I shed a few tears as I watched him drive off and then I went straight for the mall to see what I could find.

Frank had been correct. It was a huge mall. There was everything in there that I might need, except for a shower and a laundry. As I later discovered, there was a small park nearby. It had a little lake and lots of bushes that I could use to keep me hidden and out of sight. There was a small brick storage shed that had full, thick hedges running around it on three sides. I decided to hide my black duffel bag on the back side of the building and I would also sleep there. There was a slight overhang to the roof, which would help when it rained, and I doubted that many people walked past the back anyway. There was only about a lawnmower's width between the hedge and the chain link fence. Yes, until I found some place better, this would be my new home.

Now that I'd stashed my gear, I used my time to explore the mall, the neighborhood, and I tried to find out as many interesting things as I could about the area. It looked like a fairly affluent community and I was sure that the mall would work out as my base of operation to peddle my wares, as you might say. I had seen a curved wooden bench that ran all around the outer edge of the fountain that sat in the center of the mall. This would be my post during the day and I'd stroll the outer walkway, near the main entrance or the theater entrance, in the evenings.

I also walked completely around the exterior of the mall, looking for other exits. I also looked for possible hiding places, places I could take prospective clients for a little action, and then I just tried to get a feel for the lay of the land. Then I went back inside, locating all of the rest rooms and making mental notes which ones had the least traffic. I scoped out the most private and isolated stalls and I made mental notes of which ones I might be able to hide in overnight, if it got real bad outside. I knew that I couldn't do this often – there would be too much chance of getting caught, but there would be occasions when I would need a nice dry sanctuary.

Next, I parked myself on a bench in an obscure spot against the wall, so I could study the shoppers without bringing attention to myself. I had already become aware that there were quite a few upscale stores in this mall, shops that would attract wealthier patrons. The more financially secure the people were that entered the mall, the greater the possibility that I could make money strutting my stuff. I wanted to check the age range of the shoppers out as well, hoping that I might attract guys nearer to my own age. Hopefully they would be attractive guys, so I wouldn't feel so disgusted by what I was going to be doing.

I sat on that bench until closing time, only taking toilet and meal breaks. I skipped lunch, because I had eaten such a large breakfast, and I ate dinner in an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. They lost money on that meal. Hehehe. I went back to my observation post and I scanned the crowd once more. When I first arrived at the mall, it was filled with young mothers and their small children, senior citizens, and employees from all of the various outlets. Occasionally you would see others mixed in there that didn't fall into any of those groups, but it was rare. By three o'clock, the mall started to fill with students, and after dinner it also included business people.

Scanning the various individuals that roamed around the interior, there was definitely a lot of money represented by that diverse crowd. I might be able to score with some of the older teenagers and some of the younger businessmen. There were a large number of very attractive people here and my hopes were high. Now, I just had to plan my strategy to attract the right type of individual.

When the mall closed, I went back to my new abode to settle in for the evening. I took out the two small blankets from my duffel bag, placed one on the ground, and I used the other to cover myself. I used the bag as a pillow, after I gave it a few healthy whacks to slim it down, and I settled down. I was lying in between the hedge and the back, outer wall of the building for my first night in town. I fell asleep gazing up into the wonderfully clear night sky, thanking God that it was a fairly warm February evening. I mentally reviewed the list of clothing that I had brought with me, deciding how I would dress for work tomorrow.

Chapter 3
Open for business

After dinner an attractive businessman, I'd guess that he was in his early thirties, sat beside me on the bench. He remained still, eyeing me over, until he decided that the coast was clear. He bent over and whispered in my ear.

"Are you interested in making a little money?" I nodded my head in reply. "Then follow me."

He got up, walked to one of the stores, and I followed him at a safe distance. He walked to the rear of the building, in the direction of a very private restroom that I had scoped out earlier. He was going around it, checking to make sure the place was empty, as I entered. "Tell you what, kid," he began to address me, "I'll give you $10 if you'll let me blow you and $20 if you'll blow me, too."

"Twenty for either/or," I shot back bravely, "or forty for both." He eyed me suspiciously, but then he agreed. He led me over to the back stall and we went in, with him locking the door behind us. "Money first," I demanded, holding out my hand. He reached into his pocket, extracted a wad of bills, and he handed me a couple of twenties.

"I'll do you first," he instructed me. I dropped my shorts to the floor; I wasn't wearing any underwear, and I got on my knees on the toilet seat, facing him. This way, anyone entering would see only one pair of feet in the stall. He squatted in front of me, taking a close inspection of the tool that he had just rented, and he took my penis into his hand. His hands were very soft and tender, and he lovingly kissed the head of my cock. He began to lick it, running his tongue all around its surface, and it awoke from its slumber. Soon, my Cyclops was ready to play. His tongue slurped all around my engorged member, like a mother cat cleaning her kitten, when he began to engulf my penis with his hot, hungry mouth. Teasingly, he bobbed up and down on my young cock, as his other hand sweetly stroked and pulled at my testicles. Quickly, he brought me to orgasm and I rewarded him with several honey-coated spurts of boy juice in exchange for his Andrew Jackson. Without saying a word, he licked his lips, winked at me, and then he exposed his own weapon.

It was the biggest one I had seen so far. It was about 9" [23 cm] long, pretty thick, and circumcised. This was larger than I had hoped for and I knew that my first cock to suck would stretch my jaw and throat to the limits. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue out for his swollen, purple head and I tested the waters. His manhood had a pungent, salty taste to it, but it wasn't bad. I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his glans and then I let my oral muscle follow one of a series of veins that ran up and down the length of his pulsating shaft. I fondled his balls with my free hand, tickling the sensitive skin and watery nuggets contained within, hoping to bring him off as soon as possible. My lips slid down the sides of his slippery head, forcing my jaws to spread wide open. I flicked the slit with my tongue, extracting a low, throaty groan from its owner, as I slid my mouth down his pole. Careful not to let my teeth drag along the skin, I moved farther down his dick. I swallowed about 4 or 5 inches [10-12 cm] before I started to gag. Instinctively, I pulled back and I began to bob up and down on the upper portion of his flagpole.

The longer I sucked on his prick, the more of it I took in and the farther down its sides I descended. I never got more than six or so inches [15 cm] into my throat before he blasted me with the fruit of his loins. Several ropes of his sticky liquid shot down my throat. I swallowed his cum quickly, so I wouldn't choke, and then I sucked the man teat dry of its masculine milk. I let his dick fall from my mouth and looked into his face. He smiled at me and spoke.

"You're kind of new at this, aren't you?" I nodded and blushed, thinking he was going to ask for a refund. "Not bad, for a rookie. I guess you earned your money. Thanks, kid, maybe I'll see you around again."

With that said, he exited the stall and I waited there until I heard the door close behind him. I thought about what had just happened. It wasn't too bad. His load was a little bitter and slightly salty, but his cum was better tasting than some of the medicines that I've had to swallow when I was sick. He seemed fairly pleased by my performance, giving me a satisfied customer who may return for an encore. That's what I have to do, keep them satisfied and coming back for more. I got off the toilet seat and rubbed my knees and legs. They were fairly sore and stiff from the amount of time I knelt on them. That hard toilet seat didn't help much, either. I think that I'm going to have to get kneepads or find another place to do my business.

I decided to eat dinner and take a rest. After all, forty bucks wasn't too bad for my first effort. I had been fairly bold by demanding more money than he had originally offered, but my gamble had paid off. Now, I had a better idea of what my services were worth and what I could charge in the future. All in all, I felt this was better than living with some old drunk who used me as target practice or an exercise workout.

After my meal, I strolled around outside the theater entrance. It was getting late and I was just about ready to call it a night when I was approached again. It was a guy in his late twenties, dressed in jeans, golf shirt, and windbreaker.

"You need a ride?" he began.

"No, not really."

"You looking for someone then?"

"Yeah, kind of."

He thought about my response for a minute before he continued. "Well, I'm kind of looking for someone, too, if you're interested."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm a little horny."

"And?" I prodded.

"I thought you could help me get some relief."

"What, exactly, do you want?"

"Oh, a blowjob or a good piece of ass."

"Well, it's twenty for a BJ or thirty for a fuck."

He thought it over for a second. "I guess a blowjob would do just nicely."

"Follow me," I said dryly. I led him around the end of the mall and toward the back. I took him behind two large dumpsters that were located there and continued my instructions. "Let me see what you've got and I need the money up front."

The guy undid his pants, lowered them and his boxers, and he pulled out his wallet. He dug inside of it, finding two tens which he handed me. He had a 6½" [16½ cm] circumcised cock, medium thickness. This would be no problem after the last guy. I knelt down in front of him and I began my ministrations. He must have been quite horny, as he began moaning and thrusting as soon as I swallowed his rod. I wonder just what movie he had been in to see? It took him less than five minutes to deposit his load and be on his way. That's not bad, twenty dollars for five minutes of work. I guess that I'll have to figure out what that works out to on an hourly basis.

I went back to my sleeping quarters and sacked out for the night. Things were starting out fairly well and I was pleased with my ingenuity. I had worked this out all by myself, no adults needed, and I was going to be able to survive. It might even be possible that I could afford my own place sometime in the future. I lay on the ground, searching the stars and the moon for any signs of what my future might hold. It was very relaxing and I soon drifted off to sleep, with the cloudless sky as my roof.

I awoke the next morning and used the park restrooms to freshen up in and brush my teeth. It would have been perfect if they had just had a shower in there for me to use. I remained dressed in the same clothes I had worn yesterday and I headed back to my designated seat at the mall. I'd been there a couple of hours before one of the older gentlemen, one of the men that I had seen the day before, approached where I was seated.

"How much do you charge, son?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Twenty for a blowjob, either way."

"How about I give you ten for seeing you naked while I whack myself off?"

"No touching between us, then?"

"None."

"OK. Follow me." I led him to one of the stores' restrooms that I judged to be the most secure for business purposes. I stood in the back corner of the rear stall and requested the money. He handed me an Alexander Hamilton and I pulled down my shorts and stood there. The old guy pulled out his 7" [18 cm] uncut cock and, literally, beat the piss out of it. I had never seen or heard of anyone being so aggressive or abusive to his own meat. After several minutes of this violent pounding, the old guy shot his wad all over the toilet. He cleaned up, put his dick away, and thanked me. I pulled up my shorts, waited for the restroom to empty, and then I left. I went back to my reserved seat and spent the rest of the day with little or no interest from the other shoppers.

Things were pretty slow for the next couple of days, but it picked up as the weekend approached. I saw this teenage boy hanging around nearly every day and he would always smile at me or say 'hi'. I get the feeling that he's trying to gather up enough courage to do more, but he never does.

About ten or twelve days after I arrived, I was paid for my first fuck as a whore. I had purchased a fanny pack earlier and I kept a tube of KY and some condoms in it for such occasions. I took him to the most obscure restroom in the mall, one where the stall walls went nearly to the ground, because it seemed like the best place to do my 'work'. I explained to him that he had to wear the condom or the deal was off. Can't be too safe, you know. I understood that I took an unnecessary risk with Frank, the trucker, but I wasn't prepared for that to happen. Now that I had a better idea about what was going on, I wouldn't be caught off guard again.

After he put on the rubber, lubed it, and greased up my ass, he had me bend over the toilet and place my hands on the wall above the flushing mechanism. He moved in behind me and slipped his 7" [18 cm] cock into my ass. I felt a little pain, but not much, as he began sliding in and out of me. He worked me hard and fairly fast, and I felt more enjoyment from this than I was willing to acknowledge. His cock rubbing against my prostate caused me much pleasure, although I wanted to block out of my mind what I was doing and what I had become. I was contemplating this dilemma when he emptied the contents of his scrotum into my bowels.

Having completed his release, he removed the condom and flushed it down the toilet. He left the stall and I cleaned myself up, between my legs, before I dressed and left the restroom. I took a break before repositioning myself on the bench and trolling for my next score. It was then that I saw that teen again. He was staring at me, looking like he wanted to approach, but he merely nodded and left.

I had been working the mall for several weeks and I had accumulated a fair amount of cash. I actually went to one of the local banks and opened a savings account so I wouldn't have to carry all of my earnings around. What I did carry, I kept some in my right sock, over my instep and under the laces of my Nikes. The rest was pushed in the side of my left sock where I could get to it quickly for everyday use. I had a pretty steady business, never going more than three days between customers. I had even had some repeat business. The only thing that kept me guessing about what was happening was the good-looking teen boy, who seemed like he wanted to approach me. Most times he would be alone, although once in a while he would be with a friend, but he never did more than smile, wave, or say 'hello'. I was really curious about what he was up to or what he wanted from me, but I still hadn't found out. I tried to put him out of my mind as I serviced another customer.

It was now late April and I was still in the park. Things were going fairly well, as long as I didn't think about exactly it was that I was doing, and my savings account was growing. If I kept going I would have enough for the first and second month's rent and the security deposit for my own apartment. I had checked the paper long enough to know approximately what I would need before I actually started to look for a place. I'd just have to convince a landlord that I was old enough to be on my own.

I was spending another afternoon in my favorite spot when I saw that same teenager again. This time he walked over, sat next to me, and said more than just 'hello'.

"You live around here?" he inquired.

"Yeah," I lied. "I'm new in town, though."

"I didn't think I'd seen you around much before the past few months. My name's Jeremy."

"Trevor," I responded. "Nice to meet you."

"Same here. Where do you go to school?"

I racked my brain for a suitable answer. "I'm home schooled."

"Oh, that must get pretty boring, with no other people around."

"Yeah, it is kind of lonely when you don't have anyone else your own age around." I wasn't responding about the school part of it, but the fact that I was lonely, being on my own.

"I don't live too far from here. Maybe you could come over sometime and we could hang out."

"That sounds nice. I could use a friend around here."

"Yes, this can be a real lonely place without any friends. I've got a few of my own and I could introduce you around. Would you like that?"

"It sounds great, Jeremy. I'd like that a lot."

"Well, I should be heading home, I've got a family obligation tonight. When would you like to get together?"

"I don't know, whatever is best for you. I'm pretty flexible, seeing that I make my own schedule, more or less."

"Yeah, right. Well, today is Tuesday, so how about Friday afternoon?"

"Fine. I'll meet you here then?"

"Yeah, Friday after school it is then. Take care, Trevor, and I'll see you at the end of the week."

"Great. Thanks for inviting me, Jeremy. I'll be here waiting."

He left me and I was more than a little excited about my upcoming 'date'. Besides being friendly, Jeremy was drop-dead gorgeous. He was about 5'9" [1.75 m], black wavy hair, the palest blue eyes I'd ever seen, and I thought he was maybe a couple of years older than me. Although I couldn't see under his clothing, he appeared to have a very fine body, possibly athletic, and I loved his somewhat shy demeanor. From the way he was dressed, and judging from the amount of money that had been spent on orthodontia for him, I guessed his parents had some bucks. I'd have to devise a story and family history before I spent any time with him or met his friends, though. I couldn't tell him the true story, not yet anyway. In the event that we should actually become friends, who knows what I might share with him about my past. Maybe I could actually confide in him and work some of these emotions out of my system. Maybe I could find someone who could love me as much as I loved them. That would be nice. If only it could happen, but I dared not raise my hopes too high yet.

From Tuesday afternoon until Thursday, I made several more contacts and earned quite a bit more money. Wednesday night was the best, though. This guy in his forties (tall, balding, but in decent shape) offered me fifty dollars if I'd let him fuck me. I eventually agreed. He took me to a sleazy little roadside motel and we spent the night. I had my fanny pack (with the KY jelly, condoms, and a few other necessities) with me for this appointment. I explained that I would only do it if he wore a condom. He argued with me at first, even offering an extra $20 if he could go bareback, but I told him that I wouldn't even consider it, for fear of contracting AIDS. He reluctantly gave in.

The guy had a fairly large cock, about 8" [20 cm] and cut, but it was on the thin to medium side when it came to thickness. He got what he wanted and there was very little pain for me. We spent the night in the room and I got to sleep in a real bed for the evening. In the morning, I was able to shower before he dropped me back off at the mall. I left there and went to the park to change before I went back to work. Thursday was kind of slow until the evening. After dark, a decent looking younger guy, I suppose he was in his twenties, said he needed a blowjob. I took him to my little secluded spot behind the dumpsters.

This guy was really built, powerful arms, big chest, and huge legs. He had a nearly 7" [18 cm] chubby cut cock and I hummed a few bars on his joystick. He fed me his cream, fastened his pants, and then he pounced on me. I was caught completely by surprise. He knocked the stuffing out of me, pummeling me with his fists and feet, and then he reached into my sock, where he saw me slip his twenty, and he stole my cash.

"Dirty little faggot. That will teach you to charge for doing something you born to do and love to do, besides. You should be paying me for the pleasure of tasting my awesome morsel. Maybe that will knock some sense into your sick little ass."

He spun around and left, but I was too dazed to notice. Blood was running down my face and into my eyes, from cuts from his punches, and I staggered, unconsciously, toward the cinema entrance. As I neared the doors, one of the movies let out and people started rushing by me. Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm, pushed me backward a little, and looked into my face.

"Trevor, is that you?" I looked up and could barely make out his face. It was Jeremy. "Shit, man, what the fuck happened to you?"

"Some guy just kicked the crap out of me and stole my money."

"Hell, we've got to get you to your place fast." I panicked at his suggestion.

"Uh 3; nobody's there. My 3; uh 3; my parents went away for a few days."

"Then you're coming home with me. I doubt anyone will be there either, but I can get you cleaned up and you can sleep in my room tonight. Shit, man, do you think you need to see a doctor?"

"No, I'll be fine. I just need to wash up a little. I've taken worse beatings than this."

"You have?" he asked incredulously. "Who the fuck could have messed you up worse than this?"

"Some guy at my old school," I lied once more. "He didn't like me talking to his girl and he hurt me real bad. Broke a rib and everything."

"Fuck, you're going to have to watch where you're hanging out and who you talk to then. My house isn't far. Do you think you can walk?"

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"If by some strange chance my father is home, I'll have him look you over. He's a doctor."

Well, that confirmed my suspicions about the family's financial status. "Thanks, but all I want to do is get somewhere where I can rest and clean up."

Off we proceeded, into the night. We made it to Jeremy's home and he took me to his room. His parents were both gone and, as he was an only child, the house was empty. He tenderly cleaned my cuts and applied an antiseptic. It stung like hell but he said he had to put it on me, so the cuts wouldn't become infected. He took me into his room and put me on one side of his king size waterbed. Then he slid in beside me and made sure that I was comfortable. If I hadn't been in so much pain, I might have enjoyed Jeremy's company for the night.

Chapter 4
My secret is revealed

"Good morning, sleepy head. How do you feel today?"

"Better," I said, trying to be convincing.

"So, what do you want to do first, eat, shower, or talk?"

"I'd really like to clean up, but I feel kind of weak. I don't want to fall in the shower, so I'd better wait." I was being very honest. I was still quite woozy from the ass whipping I'd received last night.

"No problem, dude. I'll get in the shower with you and give you a hand. If you start to feel dizzy, just let me know and I'll hold you up."

Damn. If I wasn't dizzy before, I sure as hell would be once I saw Jeremy nude. Especially since he would be standing next to me, naked, in the shower. I watched as he slipped out of his tee shirt and boxers and I was very pleased with what I saw. Jeremy's body was fantastic. He had broad shoulders and a very well developed chest, with nicely defined pecs and a breathtaking tight six pack across his stomach. There was a light coating of black hairs across his chest and I guessed that he would be a real bear when he finished his trek through puberty. He had very muscular legs, with huge thighs, and enormous, firm calves. The best part, though, was below his waist. Jeremy had a magnificent 7½" [19 cm] circumcised cock, fairly thick, with a nice diamond-shaped patch of black hairs at the base and leading up to his navel. He also had a smattering of hairs sprouting from his loose hanging ball bag, which contained his walnut-sized testicles. I almost stopped breathing when I saw his entire package.

I've never considered myself a slouch in the looks department, but next to Jeremy I was the plain brown wrapper next to the decorative holiday paper. I was 5'5" [1.65 m], with closely cropped brown hair, brown eyes (with some green flecks), and a firm body. It wasn't a muscular body, but it was solid, with a decent swimmer's build. I had fairly wide shoulders, a pretty solid chest, which narrowed as it moved its way down toward my slim hips. I had an adequate horseshoe shaped patch of brown hair at the base of my 5¾" [14½ cm] circumcised dick and there was sparse scattering of hair on my somewhat tight scrotum. The rest of my body was nearly totally hairless, except for a few hairs showing from my armpits. My legs were hardened and developed from years of running and swimming.

"Can you get undressed by yourself or do you need my help?" Jeremy asked, breaking me from my reverie.

"I'm sorry. I'm still not quite with it," I said, referring to my wandering mind. I soon found out that Jeremy interpreted it to mean something different.

"That's fine," Jeremy said reassuringly, "let me help you." Who was I to object? Jeremy came over, grabbed my shirt, and he lifted it over my head. Then he slipped his hands into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my thighs, exposing my boyhood. "I take it you don't like underwear," he added jokingly.

"I just don't like the way my boxers hang below these shorts, so I don't wear them."

"I don't blame you. The way you wore them looked perfect. Come on, I'll help you into my bathroom and into my shower." I followed him into his own bathroom, entered through a door from his room, and he held onto my waist as I stepped over the tub and past the curtain. He had already turned the shower on and the warm spray stung as it hit my skin. The pain caused me to step back from the pulsing water flow, forcing my butt into Jeremy's groin.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry."

"No problem, dude. I'm not that modest. You didn't bother me. I take it the water stung when it struck you injuries."

"A little. I just need to adjust to it and then I'll be fine."

"Take your time, pal, I'm in no hurry." There was a pause in our conversation. "Trevor, what the hell happened to your back? That doesn't look like it just happened last night."

I decided to ignore his last question and I tried to change the topic. "Don't you have classes today?"

"Yes, but I'm taking the day off to be with you. I figured that you could use my help."

"That's very thoughtful of you, thanks."

"No thanks necessary, dude. It's entirely my pleasure." Jeremy took the soap in his hands and then he started to wash my body. His fingers and palms were feather light as they roamed over my chest and shoulders, being ever so careful not to aggravate my badly bruised torso. Then he swung me around to bathe my back. As he started to clean down my spinal column, he hesitated, felt along my skin, and then he spoke to me again. "Trevor, please tell me what happened to your back? I know that guy didn't do this to you. That's been there for a while."

"Jeremy, I can't tell you now, but I will tell you when I'm ready. Can you live with that?"

"I was just curious, dude. I didn't mean to get too personal. I just want to help."

"I appreciate that, but it's not something I'm ready to deal with. Thanks for your concern, though."

Jeremy finished washing my back and moved down to my butt. He kneaded my two half-moons like bread dough as he cleaned them thoroughly, running his thumbs up and down my crack and gently massaging my mounds the entire way. I think he was waiting for me to protest but I never did, so he bent down and washed my legs and the back of my thighs. Then he swung me around again, getting slapped across the face with my now erect penis.

"You could have at least warned me that that thing was loaded," he said amusingly as he rubbed his cheek. "It damn near broke my jaw." Now we were both laughing. Getting serious again, he resumed washing me. He was cleaning my penis and testicles now, tenderly fondling them like he was making love. I blushed as he continued, but it felt too good to stop the stimulation. "I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds and embarrassing you?"

"No, and I really appreciate your help. You've been more than kind, especially since we have just met. I don't know how to thank you."

"Just stay here and get better. That would be more than enough payment for me." I just smiled at him to let him know that I understood his good intentions. After he finished shampooing my hair, he helped me out of the tub, and he dried both of our bodies. He took me back into his room, laid me across his bed, and he went to his dresser. "I've got some older clothes in here that I've outgrown. They should fit you and suffice until you get your own things. Fortunately, my mother hasn't come in here and packaged them up to donate to charity." He brought a small stack of clothes over to me and placed them on the bed next to me. "Do you want to dress now or just lie on the bed and rest for a while?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to lie here for a few minutes."

"That would be fine. I'll just hop over to the other side and keep you company. You don't mind, do you?" I shook my head 'no', so he went around to the other side and placed his naked body next to mine. He waited a few minutes before he started to ask me questions about the previous night. "Trevor, how the hell did that guy get you were he could beat you up?"

I had to think before I answered him. "He asked me to help him with something and I didn't expect any problem. I mean, he didn't look dangerous."

"Why did he turn on you?"

"I think to steal my money."

"He stole all of your money?"

"No, just part of it. He got the money I put into the side of my left sock, buut I had the rest of my money hidden in other places."

"That's good. Look, when you're feeling better we'll go over to your place and get some things. You can stay with me until your parents return."

"That would be nice, but you don't have to go with me. I don't want to disrupt your schedule any more than I already have."

"Not a problem. Did you forget that you were going to meet me tonight anyway and I planned to have you spend the weekend already? Besides, you're not strong enough to go alone. I want to go with you."

I'm going to have to think my way out of this one. "We'll see, but I don't need to go right away."

"OK. I guess I have enough of the clothes I've outgrown to last you for a while. Where exactly do you live anyways?"

"Uh 3; uh 3; over 3; by the 3; park." I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, you mean in the apartment complex. That's one of the nicer ones."

Man, I lucked into that one. "Yeah, it's not bad at all."

"So, tell me about your folks. What's your mom like?"

"Uh 3; my mom's 3; well, she's 3; dead."

Jeremy's mouth dropped open and he looked embarrassed. "Oh man, I'm sooooooo sorry. I didn't know. I guess I shouldn't have been so nosy."

"Hey, you didn't know and I'm cool with it, now. It took me a couple of years to get over it, but I can talk about it now."

"Thanks, man, you're cool." He hesitated before he continued, searching my facial expression to see if I meant what I said. "How long ago did she pass away?"

"It's been a little over four years since she drowned."

"Drowned?"

"Yes. There was some flash flooding and the streams were really overflowing. An eight year-old girl slipped, fell into the water, and she was quickly swept downstream. Mom heard her screams and jumped in to save her. She was able to push the girl to the bank, where some other people pulled her out, but Mom didn't have enough strength left to save herself. The swift current dragged her away and beneath the swollen waters. They found her body two days later."

"Wow. Your mom was a hero then."

"Yeah, I guess she was. I think she would have chosen to give up her life to save a child." I believed this, but I wondered why Mom hadn't stepped in to save me from Dad. Maybe she didn't think that what he doing was life threatening, but it was. Maybe not my physical life, but he killed me emotionally, just the same. Why couldn't she have saved me, instead?

"Trevor, you still with me, man?" I nodded as he disturbed my thoughts. "You spaced out on me for a minute. I guess you must have been thinking about your mom."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just remembering what life was like when she was still around."

"Hey, don't fret it. After all you've been through, you don't need to apologizze to anyone. How about your dad? What does he do?"

I knew this was coming, so I hope the lie I concocted is believable. "He's a troubleshooter for a large construction company. That's why we move around so much."

"That must be real hard on you. I know I wouldn't want to live like that." He paused. We lay there for some quite some time, no longer talking, and my body began to cool down.

"I think I'm going to get dressed now. I'm a little chilly," I said, breaking the silence.

"Me too." We both got up and started to get dressed. I put on the clothes that Jeremy had given me and he tossed on a similar outfit. Suddenly, he threw something else at me and I went to catch it. "I thought you might want this, Trevor."

It was my fanny pack. As it hit my hand, the contents popped out. I must not have zipped it up tightly the last time I was in it. There on the floor, spread for both of us to see, was a tube of KY jelly, a handful of foil wrapped condoms, my vibrating dildo (that I bought to loosen my ass up for bigger cocks), and the few other items I kept in there.

"What the hell have you got that shit for?" Jeremy said quite loudly, looking at the items on the floor in surprise. I couldn't think of a response. I wasn't prepared for this. I froze. Jeremy could read that I was embarrassed and that this stuff was for more than just a little pleasure. "You're hustling your ass out there, aren't you? That's why that guy beat you up. Right?"

I couldn't speak. I scooped everything up off the floor and headed for his door. Jeremy grabbed me from behind to slow me down. He managed to get himself between my body and my escape route and I was trapped. "Trevor, where are you going?"

"You don't want any faggot slut staying here, do you? I'll just leave and go where I belong." I was trying hard to be brave and not cry, but I could feel the tears building in my eyes. I couldn't hold back any longer and those tears started streaming down my cheeks and dropping onto my chest.

"Hey, I don't want you to leave. I'm just trying to understand what you're going through." He wrapped his arms around my neck, effectively avoiding my bruised face and chest, and he tried to reassure me. When I started to calm down, he hit me with his next observation. "Your father's not around here, either, is he?"

"Why would you say that?" I tried to look shocked, but I'm not sure if I succeeded.

"As I mentioned earlier, those injuries on your back aren't recent. I'd be willing to bet that your father did that to you. I already figured that you're a runaway and that you've been hustling to stay alive." Again, I couldn't respond and I just broke down, letting all of my emotions pour out at one time. "Why don't we sit down on the bed and you can tell me about it?" Jeremy said softly, truly sounding concerned.

"Why would you care? Why should I tell you about my rotten life?"

"Oh, I don't know. Why don't we start with the fact that I like you and I want to help you?"

"You don't really even know me. How can you like me?"

"It's just a feeling I have, and if you tell me about yourself, then I'll know you and be able to help you. I know I'm asking a lot, but give me a chance to do what I can for you. Just trust me, please."

What could I say now? Is he serious or does he just want me to tell him everything so he can have a good laugh? I don't think I'm ready to open myself up to more pain and take that kind of chance. "Why don't you just throw me out now, and not waste all of our time in between?

"Look, damn it. I know that you've been hurt but I'm not the one who hurt you. I'm trying to help and I'm not going to throw you out, no matter what you tell me. You'll feel better if you talk about it, and I'm willing to listen. Go ahead, tell me what you're running from." He moved me back to the bed, pushed me down to a sitting position, and he sat next to me, with his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, man, I really do care. You've got to believe me."

I gave up my resistance and decided that I was ready to let my defenses down. What the hell did I have to lose? If this didn't work out, I'd just go somewhere else and start over again, no big deal. I relented. I told him about my father and about all of the years of abuse. I told him about my last day at home and about my fight, if you can call it that, with my father. I told him everything about leaving home, my trip here, about the park, and what I've been doing at the mall. I'd been looking down at my legs the whole time I was telling him the story. I was afraid to look at him, not wanting to see his face and the reaction he would have to what I said. Now that I was finished, I looked up and saw tears rolling down his face.

"You're a hell of a lot stronger than me," he said. "I'd never have been able to live through the shit you have. It's settled. You're going to stay here, permanently." I started to say something and he cut me off. "No arguments. The discussion is over. You'll stay in here with me until you've healed. After that, you'll have your choice. You can either stay here in my room, move to one of the spare bedrooms, or move into the guest-house on the other side of the pool."

"Shouldn't you check with your parents first?"

"I'll take care of my parents after I've taken care of you. You lie here and rest and I'll run over to the park and retrieve your duffel bag. Don't try to argue with me because you're not going to win. I'll be back in less than thirty minutes." He made me stand up, so he could fold back the bedding, then he had me get into the bed before he pulled the sheet and thin blanket over me. He ran his fingers through my hair, told me to get some rest, and he left the house.

I had a lot of thinking to do before he returned. So much had just happened and I'm not sure if I understand any of it. I guess that my biggest question is why is he doing all of this for me? He'd only talked to me for a few minutes before last night, and he's got everything and I've got nothing to bring into this arrangement. How are his parents going to react? I haven't even seen them up to this point. I know what Frank, the trucker, told me on the way down. He advised me not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I don't want to set myself up to get hurt again. I can't go through another turbulent relationship like I had with my father. I don't want to get close to someone and then have my world come crashing in on me again.

Just then the door to the room opened and Jeremy came in, carrying my black duffel.

Chapter 5
A New Beginning

"Trevor, you've got to be hungry by now. Let's go down to the kitchen."

I was famished, so I went with Jeremy down to get a bite to eat. After we had finished, Jeremy took me out and showed me the guest-house. Then, he showed me a couple of spare bedrooms and we ended up back in his room.

"So, what's it going to be?" he wanted to know.

"I'm leaning toward the guest-house," I responded honestly. "That way I'll be out of the way and I won't interfere in your lives."

"Oh, I was 3; well, I was kind of hoping 3; well, that'd you'd stay in my room with me, like we've been doing."

"Jeremy, I appreciate everything that you've done, but I don't want to drag you down and ruin your life because you feel some sort of obligation to me. You've done far too much already and the guest-house will help me tremendously without my getting in the way as much."

"But I've enjoyed it the way it's been."

"I have too, but I think that it would be better for all of us if I moved out there. Besides, it would give me some privacy."

"Fine, whatever you want," Jeremy said coldly, as he sat on the bed. I got the impression that I had hurt his feelings and that was the last thing that I wanted to do. I walked over, sat next to him, and put my arm around his shoulder. He jerked away from me and then turned his back on me. "Hey, it's OK," he began, "you're just not attracted to me. I understand. You didn't need to be attracted to those guys that you had sex with at the mall. Maybe if I gave you a twenty every day, then you'd sleep in here with me."

Now, it was my turn to be hurt. I've been carrying a lot of baggage and I wasn't strong enough to bear any more. That last blow was more than I could deal with. I made a quick decision, looked at Jeremy, and spoke. "I'm sorry, Jeremy, this just isn't going to work out. I'm going back to the park and get out of your hair. Thanks for helping me out. Maybe I'll see you around." I gathered up my things and headed for his door.

"No, Trevor, please don't leave me. Please stay. Please. I need you." Jeremy was on the bed sobbing. I knew I should walk out the door, but I couldn't hurt him after all he had done for me. I went back, sat about three feet from him on the bed, and I began to speak.

"Jeremy, I can't stay in a place where someone is going to turn on me and throw my mistakes and my past in my face every time we disagree. I took abuse from my father and I won't move to another situation where I'll be abused again, even if it is a different kind of abuse. It's not that I hate you, because I don't. It's just me and I have to deal with that. I'm too insecure to be in any relationship that isn't 100% open and trusting. I wish that this could have worked out because I'm actually attracted to you. Maybe somewhere down the road, when my mind is straighter, we can work this out. Right now just isn't that time." I got up to move toward the door again.

"Trevor, please don't leave me. Please, I beg you. Everyone is always leaving me. I'm so lonely and I just can't stand it any more. Please, Trevor, I need you."

I stopped dead in my tracks, unable to move or breathe. How can this kid feel abandoned when he has so much? Man, I would like to have been abandoned like this, I thought. I mulled things over in my mind. With great reservation, I moved back to the bed and sat down once more. "Jeremy, what did you mean when you said that everyone leaves you?"

He looked at me, with his tear streaked face, trying to control his sobbing long enough to answer me. "Look around. Do you see anyone here but me? Have you ever seen anyone here but me?"

"No, but your parents are busy. They've got to work and do other things that parents do."

"Yeah, they're always busy. Right now, my mom's on a trip to Europe, for the museum where she works. Dad's so tied up at his office or at the hospital that he's hardly ever here. When they are home, they're either obligated to their social commitments for work, out with their friends, or they're spending some quiet time together. Neither of them has any time for me. In sixteen years, I doubt whether I could add up all the time they've spent with me and get it to equal more than a few months. It'd probably be more like a handful of weeks." He paused, attempting to control his emotions. I could see how much the realization of what he just said had hurt him. Having lived with my father, I knew what it felt like to think that your parents didn't care about you or that they didn't want you around.

"I was drawn to you that first time I saw you in the mall," Jeremy continued. "From the way you were dressed, I figured that you were probably selling yourself to anyone who would meet your price. I mean, I've seen other kids doing the same thing there. I knew that I could give you money and you would go with me, but I didn't want it to happen like that. I wanted you to be my friend and come with me because that's what you wanted to do. Even thinking that, I was scared that you wouldn't like me. That's why it took me so long before I approached you and asked you over this weekend. Finding you last night just moved my timetable up a day. Do you understand, Trevor? I just wanted to be with you, but now I find out that you didn't want to be here with me. It hurts me to know that, but I still don't want to lose you." He started weeping again, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

"I didn't know that and I'm sorry. If I knew that your parents were never around, I might have decided to stay in the house with you. You were doing me a big favor by letting me stay here and I didn't want to be a burden. I felt that if I were in the guest-house, then I'd have some place to stay and not disrupt your family life. That was before I found out that you didn't have a family life. There was more to my decision than just that though. There were other considerations I needed to make. The guest house would also give me some privacy when I needed to get away from things." I paused, hoping there was a way that this could work out for both of us. "What if we do this?" I continued. "I'll stay in the guest-house, but you can either come and spend the night with me or I can come up here and spend the night with you. Neither one of us will have to be alone unless we choose to be. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Then you do like me and you don't want to leave?"

"Jeremy, I like you a lot and I would like to be close to you, if you'll agree to this."

"Great. I just don't want to be without you. I can live with this."

I was very relieved that we were able to reach an agreement that both of us could live with. I didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't want him to hurt me, either. Who knows, maybe we will get to become good friends, or possibly even lovers. I'm not going to even think about that this early in our relationship, though. One day at a time, one foot in front of the other.

"Jeremy, why don't we go down to the guest-house, so I can get settled in. Would that be all right with you?"

"Yes, sure. I'll help you with your things."

"What things? All I've got is in that black duffle bag and my fanny pack. I think I'm quite capable of carrying those." We both laughed, although it was a little strained.

"Yeah, but you forgot about all of the clothes in my dresser and closet that don't fit me any more. You can have those too. I'll get them together and then we'll move everything down at once." I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a bear hug in return. He nearly knocked me out with the pain he was causing my body, as he crushed himself against my bruises, which still hurt. When he saw me flinch and heard me groan, he eased up. "I'm sorry, Trevor, I forgot. I'll be more careful from now on." I just waved it off and we started getting things together.

The guest-house was actually quite roomy. You entered directly into the living area. Then, off to the right was the kitchen/dining area and to the left were two bedrooms with a full bath in between. It was totally furnished with some very nice pieces of furniture. The master bedroom had a queen size bed, a large chest of drawers, and a good size closet. The other bedroom had a double bed, a smaller chest of drawers, and an adequate closet. I moved all my things into the master bedroom, unpacked them, and put them away. It took 15 to 20 minutes, tops. Then I grabbed Jeremy's hand, dragged him toward my bed and pushed him down upon it. Catching him by surprise, I started to remove his clothes so I could reward him for all his good deeds.

"Trevor, you don't have to do this," he said. "Now that you're living here, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do, ever again."

"That's just it. I want to do this."

"But, I thought you only did that gay stuff to make money."

"Yeah, that's why I was doing it at the mall, but I also do it because I am gay. I guess that I have never accepted that fact before, but I know now that it's true. Does that bother you?"

"No. I just didn't know."

"Good, then lie back and enjoy."

By this time I had his shirt, shoes, and socks off and I was working on his pants. I unfastened the snap and pulled his trousers and boxers down together. I worked them off his legs, and then I eased my body down beside him on the bed. Slowly, I let my head glide toward his head and I moved my lips toward his, letting them barely brush over his moist, ruby flesh. I opened my mouth slightly, pushing my tongue out to explore and taste his full lips. He responded eagerly, letting my tongue enter his mouth and passively giving me permission to do as I wished. I let my tongue roam about the entire soft lining of his oral cavity and then I moved on to examine his teeth and tongue with my snake-like muscle. As I continued, Jeremy began to respond to my oral exam by letting his tongue dart about my mouth with increasing intensity. We clawed at each other's bodies, letting our hands roam those exterior surfaces, until we couldn't bear the thought of letting the other one go. When I broke the kiss, I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"That's for coming to my rescue and for being so sweet. I hope you didn't mind."

"No, I didn't. I'm just not sure if I'm gay. I've never been attracted to another guy like this. Hell, before I first saw you, I would have said that I'm definitely not gay. Things have changed, though, and I'm not so sure any more. Ever since I first felt this attraction to you, I've doubted my sexuality. I've been both scared and excited by these feelings, but I know that I have them and they're all because of you. I can't deny their existence, not even to myself."

"Don't worry about it. Don't try to over think this. If you're enjoying what we're doing, just go with the flow. If not, just tell me. You won't have to do anything back or do anything you're not comfortable with. Just give it a try and see what you think."

For the first time, I was having sexual contact with someone that I actually cared about. It wasn't for a favor, it wasn't for money, it was because I cared about them and wanted to do it for them. I kissed his entire face and nibbled his earslobes. I ran my tongue all around the inside of his ear, and then I moved down his neck to his Adam's apple. I repeated my efforts on his other side of his head, trying not to miss the smallest crevice on his supple body.

I flicked my tongue against his nickel sized brownish nipple and it became erect. I ran my tongue through the hairs that surround it and nipped at the firm nub. He gasped when I did that, so I dropped my head and began to nurse on Jeremy's breast. I performed the same ritual on the other side before I continued down the middle of his chest to his navel. I swirled my tongue in, out, and around his outie bellybutton and then I worked my way to his crotch.

I thought of bypassing this area and then working my way back up, but I didn't think Jeremy would last that long, as he was already writhing and moaning loudly on the bed. I moved down to his nut sac, licking and sucking each testicle, one at a time, and then I tongued my way up and around his stiff shaft. I was licking on his joystick as if it was a lollipop, and then I nibbled at the spongy surface of his glans. I dropped my mouth over his woody, sliding down its 7½" [19 cm] length. I swallowed several times, adjusting to his length, until I had it completely in my mouth, my nose resting in his furry mound. I let my lips and tongue form the seal around his pole, so my mouth could suction the life giving contents out of his scrotum. I slid my salivating mouth up and down on his boyhood, trying to give him every pleasure possible, as I stroked his balls with my free hand, tugging and rolling both watery eggs between my fingers and palm. Jeremy's body was reacting like a wind-up toy that had been over-wound. He would jerk and spasm with every movement of my head, violently trembling under my manipulations. His groans were becoming louder and more frequent when he began to beg me.

"Oh, Trevor, suck my cock. Oh, it feels sooooooo gooooooood. Oh, God, make me cuuuuuummmmmmm. Pleeeeeeeze make me cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. NOW, please. Uuuuuuurrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I felt his scrotum shrivel, as his nuts were sucked up toward the interior, and I felt his hard cock expand against the moist lining of my suction pump. His seed exploded into my mouth and I greedily tried to swallow each of his individual sperm, not wishing for any to escape my voracious appetite. He squirmed below me as he loosed several volleys of jizm into my digestive tract. He was a wild man, in the throes of sexual ecstasy. As his pulsing dick began to soften, his body became more relaxed and crumpled from the intense feeling that had exploded from within. He was now a whimpering mass of flesh below me, trying to absorb and remember all of the wonderful sensations that just ripped through his body. When his eyes opened, I was there to absorb the pleasure that radiated from within.

"Oh, my god, Trevor," he spoke in a hoarse whisper, "that was just so awesome. Not just the sex, either. I felt that you and I were actually one. I've never felt anything like that before. Thank you 3; Oh god 3; thank you 3; thank you so much."

I placed my lips over his, stopping the conversation, and letting my passion flow from my mouth to his. It also gave him the opportunity to taste his own cum from my lips, tongue, and the lining of my oral cavity. I hugged him as hard as I could, without causing myself pain, and then I put my head in the crook of his neck, lying there and enjoying his warmth and softness. We remained like that for nearly twenty minutes before his post orgasmic fog was entirely lifted and his consciousness returned.

"Thank you, Trevor. That was absolutely outstanding."

"It was entirely my pleasure, Jeremy, I loved it, too." After many more minutes of lying there together, Jeremy sat up quickly and startled me.

"I've got it. Next week at school, I will tell my friends about you and invite them over here so they can meet you. We'll throw a big party in the house and you can get to meet my friends. Don't get all excited, I only have a few friends and we're not real close. That's why I needed you and I want all of them to get to know you, too."

"Do you think that you might be rushing this a little? It might be best if we waited a few weeks first."

"No way. I want you all to become acquainted as quickly as possible. This will be great."

"Whatever you say. It's your house and you're the boss. I hope that you know what you're doing, though."

"Don't worry. You're going to love it and you'll have a great time."

Jeremy was totally consumed with planning this party. I wasn't sure that it was a good idea, not yet, but it seemed to be something that he wanted to do so I didn't fight with him about it. He spent most of the weekend making lists, making plans, and calling businesses and placing orders. He wouldn't let me in on the details because he said that he wanted me to be surprised. During school the following week, he gave his eight guests their verbal invitations. The party would take place on Friday night. He informed all of the guests that they would be spending the night in the main house, because he was planning to raid his father's liquor supply. He wanted to make sure that everyone had a good time, but he didn't want any of them to get injured on their way home or their indiscretion to be discovered. He was just so damned excited.

All week long he kept me out of the house, as he had been setting up and didn't want me to see it. Any time that we got together during the week, it was at the guest-house. He even brought my meals out to me, so I couldn't see any of the things he had done. I didn't want him to go to so much trouble, but he was a man possessed and he would settle for nothing less. When Friday arrived, he was like a little boy on Christmas morning. He couldn't sleep the night before, he was up early that morning, and he couldn't relax until he had opened all of his presents (in this case it meant until the party was over). I thought that I was going to have to pump him with tranquilizers, just so he didn't have a stroke.

Friday evening Jeremy came over to drag me to the main house. He did it at 6:00, before the guests arrived, so he could see my reactions to his hard work. As I walked in, I could see that there was enough catered food to feed 30 people, not just the ten we were planning on. The booze had been set out, on the top of the bar, and the mixers on a table next to it. He had strategically placed the snacks all along the surface of the bar. He had moved much of the furniture against the wall, to open up the floor space, and he had signs up pointing out the way to the game room and the toilets. Then he showed me his pride and joy. In the living room hung a huge banner that he had obviously made himself. It said 'Welcome Home Trevor."

Needless to say, I was moved by his message and quite choked up. This was one time when I was glad that he let me see this before the others arrived. Otherwise, I would have been reduced to a blubbering fool in front of people I had never met. I hugged him, thanked him, and kissed him, not necessarily in that order. As the guests arrived, he introduced us all individually. He sure invited a group of extremely good-looking guys. Even if their being there were my only present, that would have been plenty. When everyone had arrived, we began eating, drinking, and playing games in the game room. There was a pool table, a bumper pool table, air hockey, and three different pinball machines. The Play Station had also been hooked up to the 50" television. Talk about your kids in a candy shop. We were all enjoying ourselves, at least that's how I read the gayety (no pun intended about sexual preference), until things started to get a little out of hand. Some of the boys overdid the booze and they got a little tipsy and silly, but no one got way out of hand. At about three in the morning, Jeremy showed the boys upstairs to the bedrooms, made sure they were all comfortable, and then he joined me at my pad.

We were both too exhausted to have any more fun, but I thanked him many times for the special night and all the fun that I had. We went to sleep in each other's arms and I've never slept better in my life. The next morning, Jeremy rose early to go to the house to make coffee and fix breakfast for the boys as they woke up. He told me to stay in bed for a couple more hours and then to come over and join him. I was lying there, in blissful thought, when there was a knock at my door. I told whomever it was to enter and in walked Kirk, one of Jeremy's friends. We exchanged greetings, and then I asked him what I could do for him.

"I would like for you to do me a favor. I've got twin brothers who are turning 14 in a little while and I want to give them a very special present for their birthday. How much would you charge to blow both of them and let them both fuck you?"

I was shocked to say the least. "Why would you ask me this?"

"Jeremy told me how you were turning tricks at the mall to make money, although I was already pretty sure that's what you were up to. He also told me you gave him the best blowjob he's ever had. I just thought you'd be the perfect one to give my brothers my special birthday gift."

"Jeremy told you all of that?" I asked incredulously, wondering how Jeremy could have betrayed my confidence like that.

"Yeah. He said you and he were tight now and that's why he was having the big bash for you."

I was confused, betrayed, and humiliated. How could Jeremy do this to me? How could he tell these boys our most intimate secrets? Maybe he doesn't really care about me. Maybe I'm just a good time to him and nothing more. If that's the case, then I'll have to leave, but I'll need more money. I guess I'll take this gig after all.

"A suck and a fuck, fifty each."

"Great. I want to give them their present two weeks from yesterday. Their birthday and the party is actually on Saturday, but I want to give them this present first. Come to think of it, they're having a few of their friends over to the party. It would really make them popular to have something special at the party, something that the other boys would enjoy and isn't a usual party activity. What would you charge to do all of them, including my brothers again?"

This was becoming more bizarre with every passing minute. "Twenty five each and they can choose one thing that they want to do."

"You're on. I think I'll throw myself into that group as well. If I'm paying for it, I might as well have some fun, too. Thanks, Trevor, you're a pal. I'll give you all of the details later. See you."

He was gone and I threw myself onto the bed and let all my feelings rise to the surface and erupt in a boiling mass of hysterics. I was beating on the bed and pillows and venting my frustration. I was totally losing it when I heard Jeremy behind me. He must not have looked at me before he spoke.

"Hey, Trevor. When are you coming over?"

I turned and glared at him, picked up the closest solid object I could find, and I heaved it in his direction.

"Leave me the fuck alone. I never want to speak to you again!"

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