Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2010 03:02:23 +0100
From: Simon Mac <culwenspoint (at) hotmail (dot) co (dot) uk>
Subject: 'Baby'{Simon Mac}( MF MB inc )[1!1]

Baby Copyright Simon Mac 2010

PLEASE DO NOT COPY, REPRODUCE OR REDISTRIBUTE WITHOUT PERMISSION.

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Disclaimer: All characters and locations appearing in this work are fictitious.
 Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All
characters' ages within are above UK's legal age of consent.

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<~~ Chapter 1 ~~>


	"Wow, he looks so small." The boy looked at the baby in her mother's
arms. She had just given birth to the half-bloodied little baby.
	"Yes, you would expect that from a pre-mature birth." The doctor in
his flashy white clothes said. The doctor did not approve such a birth but it
had to be done. The fact that these two in front of him had just become teenage
parents did not excite him the slightest but he was glad the baby's vitals
were good.
	"What should we call `im?" The blonde haired girl said almost
breathlessly.
	"Err, I dunno, did you have any ideas?" The boy asked staring at the
baby who stared back.
	"How about we call him... Luke." She suggested. The boy nodded as he
looked at the girl. Her face started to crumble and bruise and she suddenly
dropped the baby. It fell. He screamed and tried to catch the baby. Thud.
	Michael woke up, gasping for air. Another nightmare, he thought, they
had been haunting his mind for years.  The sun was shining through the
partially covered window of his council flat bedroom and it caused Michael's
sweat to glisten as it drizzled slowly down his forehead. He got out of bed
to get ready for work.

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	The whore sucking on Michael's cock bobbed up and down as Michael
looked around to make sure no one was passing by. Even though he enjoyed the
services, he didn't like the stares and glares he would receive from the
public. It felt like they looked down on him as if they were better.  Michael
was 29 years old and he worked as a builder for council homes. He wasn't clever
enough to manage building schedules so he worked for a building firm that
contracted people like him who had a criminal record. He held the whore's
head down so that her lips went over his knob and she deep-throated it. He
had been out of jail for six years now and he was trying to make a living and
settle down. He didn't want to go back to jail because of a few bad experiences
in there. He didn't like to think about it. He pulled the whore's blonde hair
with his left hand, which was a complete mess like straw thrown all over the
place, and his cock-head flopped out of her mouth. She looked at him.
	"You want me to suck you off or what?" She asked Michael. She clearly
had a lot of eye shadow and her lipstick was over the top. She was fucking
horrid to look at, Michael thought.
	"Yeah, yeah, I was just checking..." Michael said as he released his
grip on her straw-like hair.
	She looked at him, not quite understanding what he meant but she
didn't care. She went down and continued her business. Michael felt her soft
lips on his cock and he closed his eyes as he was close to cumming.
	Michael's mum was waiting outside the jail when he was released. She
ran to him and hugged him like a bear. She was short and chubby as he'd always
remembered her. She was only allowed to have a conversation with her son
through a glass pane and every time she would place her wrinkly, flabby hand
on the glass and Michael would put his hand over it. For five years, the agony
of leaving her son at the glass separator devastated her. She loved her son,
whether he was guilty of the things charged against him did not deter her love
for him. She gave him a smack on the head and she cried when they convicted him
for manslaughter. However, her son had paid for his crime and was finally in
her life again and that's what mattered the most to Michael's mum.
	"Shit, I'm cumming." Michael opened his eyes and looked down. This
whore was sucking him like a machine and her cheeks stretched as his cock
invaded her cheeks. It was probably stretched due to all the cocks she had
sucked before him. The truth was that Michael saw her and her services on a
regular basis. She would always be in the same street corner waiting for her
next customer and he would always drive past and stop at the corner and invite
her in. To Michael, cost was more important looks and he would think about a
lot, even when he questioned himself on why he chose her; it wasn't her looks
that drew him in but she was cheap compared to the other favorable girls. For
a good-looking bird he would have to whip out fifty quid at least but this
slut only wanted twenty. Maybe she knew she was ugly to make her prices so
low but as long as she was cheap, Michael couldn't care less.
	He felt it coming like a gigantic piss as he jizzed down her throat.
She quickly pulled his pulsing cock and it continued to squirt over her lips
and cheeks. She looked up at him and flinched at every shot of cum, just in
case it hit her in the eye. She moaned as if she was enjoying it.
	"Yeah, cum all over my face." She taunted.
	"Damn right." Michael said. His cock emptied its round and the cum
dripped and fell onto her right cheek. "Now suck it up." She smiled, her
lipstick making her look like a clown, and lapped it up. She swallowed his
cum and sat up in the passenger seat. She adjusted her top because it had
moved when she was sucking Michael off, the gearstick poked at her tits. She
used her red scarf to wipe the cum off her face.  Michael pulled up his grey
jogging bottoms, his semi-flaccid cock made a tent under the soft material,
and retrieved a £20 note from his right pocket. He didn't have a wallet as it
dragged his bottoms down. The whore took the note from his hand and opened
the car door.
	"Thanks darling, see ya next time." She said. She winked then walked
back down the street, heading back to her spot.
	Michael used his left hand to rake through his hair. Thoughts occupying
his mind; he sat there for a minute or two before he started the engine and
drove off home.


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<~~ Chapter 2 ~~>


	"Mate? What can I do for ya?" The boy with shaggy hair had got close
to the window and his hair almost swooped inside the car. The boy placed his
hands onto the door and used them to support himself as he looked into the
car. He wasn't afraid of this random stranger entering his territory.
	"What's your name kid?" Michael asked.
	"Louis." The boy replied.
	"Just Louis? No nicknames or anything?"
	"Nar mate, but if you want I can call you big daddy."
	"That's cute..." Michael felt a pang of sorrow rushing through him.
	"So are you mate. You want to do something?"
	"Sure." Michael hadn't been this far before. He was talking to a boy
hustler and he felt shame in it. In his mind, he denied that he was a poof, a
fairy, and yet here he was talking to this young boy who was offering himself
to him. Michael liked tits, how they bounced when he was pounding the woman's
fanny but for some reason, there was this little boy inside him who was curious
 to know what pounding a boy would feel like. Boys didn't have tits, he didn't
want boys with man-boobs either, there wasn't any point in that. He wanted to
experiment with boys who with flat chests and small, round nipples. So he had
made his way across the district where he had heard rumors of "gay, fucking
fairies who love cock" as his colleagues had mentioned at work.
	"What sort of job ya want, mate?" The Louis interrupted Michael's
thoughts.
	"What's your prices?" Michael asked. He had paid for so many
prostitutes since he had left jail that he was used to their business.
	"Depends if you want my dick or not." Louis' head turned inquisitively.
	"I'm not a fucking queer kid. I want you to service me."
	"Alright, jerk-off for £10, blowjob £30 or ass-fuck £60." The boy
replied, he whipped his hair with a swoosh of his head to move the hair from
his eyes so that the he could see Michael properly.
	"Seems fair." Michael said. He had compared the boy's prices to the
street price which was about £50 tops for average-looking hookers.
	"With condom that is, mate. Without condom, it's £20 extra for blowjob
or ass."
	"You've got to be kidding me kid."
	"I wouldn't do such a thing mate."
	"I could easily get some hooker for half the prices you said."
	"Whatever mate, if you can't afford it, I suggest you go look somewhere
else." Louis pushed himself from Michael's car window.
	"Whoa, hold on a second, I didn't say I couldn't afford it. It's just
that it's a damn rip-off."
	"Well, for us boys, it hurts more, we deserve the extra cash." The boy
said trying to justify his prices.
	"Fair enough." The boy was right. It did hurt; he knew that for a fact.
 Michael shuddered as he thought back...

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	"Well, what do we have here lads? Looks like we have us a new piece of
meat." Michael wanted to walk past the gang of three lads but they blocked his
path.
	"Hey it's OK, don't be afraid. What's your name, kid?" A boy with
frizzy brown hair and a slightly large nose asked. He looked like the leader.
His pals were thin but quite muscular as well. One had blonde curls and the
other was short and had flat brown hair with a face like a puppy.  Michael did
not like his chances if he had to fight his way through them.
	"Michael, but my friends call me Micky." He said reluctantly.
	"That's cute but down here you have no friends. Unless... you want us to
be friends? Do you?"
	"Sure." Michael replied.
	"Well, to be our friends you have to do what we say. Are you ok with
that?"
	"Depends what it is. The guards have me doing enough chores already."
	"Oh no, don't worry, it's nothing to do with chores."
	"OK, what is it then?"
	"Well me and my mates here, we are so sick of wanking . So... since
there's no pussy in this place we kinda need some release if you know what I'm
saying."
	"No I don't."
	"Well, let me put it this way." The fuzzy-haired lad groped his crotch
while the other two started pushing Michael back into the laundry room,
Michael's clean clothes dropped on the floor as he was pushed inside. The door
closed behind them.

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	Somehow he blamed his past for his interest in boys.
	"So mate, what can I do for you?" Asked Louis, his behavior was shifty
because he was eager to either get some cash or get moving to another
willing-to-pay customer.
	"I'll have a suck-off."
	"Alright, condom or no condom?"
	"Does it fucking matter?"
	"Yeah it costs twenty quid more without condom." Michael sighed at the
boy's brutal business sense.
	"Well I don't have any condoms."
	"Don't worry mate, I've got some. It's five quid each though."
	"Kid, I'm only fucking you once for fucks sake."
	"OK, five quid for a condom and thirty for the blowjob."
	"Fucking hell, alright, here." Michael pulled several notes from his
pocket and counted thirty-five pounds. It was almost his whole day's pay. He
better be good, Michael thought. The boy, with shaggy blondish-brown hair that
covered his eyes, leaned back. His skinny structure was presented through his
t-shirt; he squeezed his right hand into his jean pocket and managed to pull
out a condom packet. Louis looked at Michael, particularly where Michael held
the money in his hand.
	"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm not giving you money so that you
can just run off. Get in the car." Michael said. Louis nodded and ran around
the front of the car headlights and to the passenger side. Michael leaned over
and pulled up the lock mechanism. Louis opened the door and sat in.
	"Gives the money then." The boy eyed the money.
	"Not yet. If you don't trust me, I'll put it on the dashboard, alright.
 If you snatch it and run away, I swear to God I will run you down." Michael
re-assured the boy.
	"Alright then." Louis replied. Michael put the cash on the dashboard.
He lifted his bottom from his seat and used his thumbs to pull down his
tracksuit bottoms, his hairy ass exposed to the cold air, and he sat down.
	Louis looked down at Michael's cock and he swished his hair aside as
he leaned over Michael's hard erection. Louis' hair fell back in front of his
eyes but he was in his mode now. Louis ripped open the condom packet and took
it out. Michael's cock strengthening as the boy handled his meat like he was
wrapping a sausage. Michael felt the rim of the condom unravel along his
length when Louis used his right hand to stroke it down. Michael felt Louis'
lips move over his cock-head.  Michael felt the pressure caused by the boy's
mouth around the tip. It was different to the straw-haired slut he was so used
to because Louis' mouth was that much tighter. Louis was young and even if he
had sucked off other men, Michael would not have known. It was like an angel
was giving him head, it felt so good. He put his left hand on Louis' head and
used his fingers to rake the hair through his fingers. Louis' moaning caused
vibrations down Michael's length. It was sensational. Michael's cock
strengthened with eagerness.
 	"Oh boy, that's real good. You like my cock in your mouth?" Michael
was getting horny as hell.
	"Mhmm..." Louis moaned. His head was bobbing up and down as if he was
nodding.
	"You better be, you fucking queer and you better like it." Michael
leaned back in his seat and looked around to make sure no one was looking.
Louis got his right hand from his side and attempted to grab the bottom of
Michael's cock but barely was able to fit his hand around. He pumped the cock
whilst juggling the cock-head in his mouth. It felt great. Michael breathed
hard and no longer found it satisfying to play with the kid's hair. He started
rummaging his fingers along the boy's back, caressing the bones and little
muscles of Louis' back. His t-shirt was pulled up by Michael's left hand and
Michael saw the beautiful, bony back area near the boy's jeans. The boy's
shorts protruded above the jeans and he was mesmerized by the line of the
boy's back as it disappeared into his shorts. Michael was close to cumming.
Louis knew how to get a man so hyped up and ready to cum in such a short time.
He was a professional at his work as he was in his business. Michael had to
reach down. His hands slid down the line of Louis' back and he tried to push his
left hand into the opening of Louis' shorts. Michael dived into the shorts and
tried to grasp some boy ass but the boy made him pull out in a twitch of
pleasure.
	"Fuuuuuuck!" Michael felt his cock pulse madly under the condom and felt
his juices lubricate the insides. Louis sat up slightly, his t-shirt slid back
down over his back which saddened Michael to see it go, whilst stroking the
cock up and down. Michael looked down as he saw the boy's hand grip his
manhood and enjoyed the tenderness of the boy holding it. He closed his eyes.

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	"Guys, what the fuck do you want with me!?" Michael panicked as he was
pinned down with two of the boys holding an arm each. He was bent over the
washing machine.
	"It's alright Micky boy, it won't take too long." Michael heard the
fuzzy-haired boy behind him. He felt hands grip the sides of his trousers and
they were pulled down harshly. His dick flopped out and hit the washing
machine. His ass was exposed. He heard another pair of trousers being pulled
down behind him.
	"Guys, please don't do this, whatever you're planning to do. Please
don't."
	"Don't worry, it won't hurt. Well after a while, you'll get used to
it." He tried re-assuring Michael but it had obviously failed as Michael
struggled to get out. "OK, make sure he don't move lads."
	Michael felt the cold hands grasp his butt-cheeks and he flinched. He
begged and pleaded to be let go but the droning of the washing machine drowned
out his pleas.
Then it penetrated him. It dug into his asshole, come out then kept digging.
Michael felt as if his insides were being dug out. He cried in pain as he was
brutally raped in his hole. They took turns. Michael fainted at the pain.

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	Michael's eyes opened. What was happening to him? There was a boy with
his filthy, queer hand on his cock. Michael pushed the boy out of basic
instincts and the boy hit his head on the window. Michael's senses were
returning and realized that the boy was Louis and he had let the boy service
him. Louis looked at him in shock. He grabbed the money on the dashboard,
opened the door and ran away.
	"You fucking lunatic!" Louis shouted as turned to run. Michael didn't
care much about the fleeing boy. He wasn't going to run to the police for a
bump on the head. Besides, they both got what they wanted. The transaction
was complete. He put both hands on his forehead and held it up as if it
suddenly became heavy to hold up. Get a grip Michael, he told himself. He
came to a conclusion that he needed to rest. Michael looked at his semi-flaccid
cock, the condom was starting to sag, the cum had slid all over his pubes.
He pinched the tip of the condom and pulled it off slowly, more cum oozing
from it. He cursed as he realized the mess it made. Was it really worth 20
quid to have the boy hoover this up? Not really. He would rather be paid to
wash his own cock but that was unlikely. He shrugged his thoughts away. He
pulled the spent condom right off and threw it out of his window onto the
road. He wiped the remaining cum with his jacket and threw it aside into the
passenger seat. He noticed Louis had left the door open and he sighed. He
pulled up his bottoms and sat there preparing his mind to get out of the car.
He opened the door and stepped out. He trod on his spent condom and cursed as
he kicked it away from him. This wasn't his day, he thought. He went around
the front and closed the passenger side door and went back into the car. He
drove home.


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<~~ Chapter 3 ~~>


	"Guess what I found in our son's hand?" The girl asked the boy, who was
 sitting on the couch in a dreary state, watching TV. He didn't seem to be
paying attention to either the TV or the girl.
	"No... What?" The boy replied sluggishly.
	"One of your bloody gin bottles that's what!" The girl screeched. She
lifted the accused green bottle gin in the air and waved it side to side to
get the boy's attention.
	"Good, he's going to be just like his dad then." The boy countered.
	"He's only five!" She shouted. The boy didn't respond. She was furious.
She threw the bottle at him and it hit. His head turned to her and he blinked
slowly trying to realise what had just happened.
	"You fucking bitch." He got up almost losing balance; he had to grip
the TV to keep him up. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He slurred with
anger.
	"I'm not a fucking drunk asshole, that's for sure!" She moved back
slowly.
	"You think you can talk to me like that. Hell no." He advanced to
her. A little boy stood at the doorway, had wandered from his room, wondering
why there was so much noise. The teenage boy approached the girl.
	"What are you doing!?" She cried.
	"Teaching you a lesson, bitch." He swung a fist and punched her square
in the face. She went down and landed on her knees. The boy continued to beat
her in his drunken frenzy.
	"Stop!" She pleaded and she cried out loud hoping that someone nearby
would help. "Not in front of my baby!"
	The boy realised the little infant watching his dad. He went to the
little boy and picked him up. The girl was still crying. She cowered behind
her arms to protect herself. The teenage boy went to the corner of the room
and put the little boy in the corner.
	"Now, don't turn around. I need to shut your whore-of-a-mother's
massive gob." He whispered into the little boy's ear. He then returned to the
girl.
	He continuously beat her until the crying ceased to exist as it went
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	Michael drove down the same street. It was pouring with rain. The rain
drops fell rapidly downwards hitting the slabs of cement and bouncing back up.
He drove slowly, his lights beamed bright but it was still hard to see. A
couple under a black umbrella were walking by; it was not them that he wanted
to see. The man of the couple eyed Michael as if he knew why Michael was
there. As if looking down on him and judging him, Michael felt the urge to
call out and get out of the car to rough him up but he didn't feel too eager
to get out in the rain so he continued driving slowly.
	The place where he found Louis was vacant and empty. The lamppost
shone at the ground where he used to be and the rain drops splashing onto the
concrete made him, for a second or two, forget why he was there. What was he
doing here? Did he actually want to see the boy again? He wasn't quite sure
what to think but he registered the fact that what he did with Louis was more
enjoyable than what he did with Stacy, the straw-haired whore. He drove so
that he was right next to the lamppost and he sat there. The rain had probably
halted the hustler's business, he thought. He looked ahead to see a bridge
which let cars drive underneath. He would try his luck. There would be a chance
 that Louis took cover under it. He drove towards the bridge. There was a slim
figure leaning against the brick wall on the left side of the road. As the
windscreen wipers cleared up his view, he noticed it was a boy. He was not
Louis but a boy nonetheless. The boy with crossed arms looked up at the car,
looking to see who had come to stop by. He wasn't eager to move from his
leaning position. Michael drove closer so that he was close to the pavement
near the boy.  It was harder to see him now as the rain and the condensation
inside smothered the view of the passenger side window; Michael could only
see his slick form still against the wall. He reached over and pulled open
the passenger side and pushed it open from the inside.
	"Hey kid, come here." Michael called out as he leaned over the
passenger seat to see the boy's face. He looked at Michael.
	"What for?" The boy replied, standing his ground. "Do you think that
I'm just going to get in a car with a complete stranger?"
	"Aren't you one of those lads?" Michael was aware that he might be
barking up the wrong tree. "You know the open-minded ones?"
	"I might be... what do you have in mind?"
	"I don't know, what are your prices?"
	"For what?"
	"OK what's your price for a blowjob?"
	"Oh. " The boy replied. He straightened up as if suddenly interested
in the conversation. "How much are you willing to pay?" The boy asked. Michael
had never come across someone who didn't know their prices but he played along.
	"Does 20 quid sound good to you?" The boy stood there as if in thought.
His right hand broke away from his crossed arms and went to stroke his stomach.
There was a hint of desperation in his eyes as he looked up to nothing in
particular then returned to look at Michael and nodded.
	"Yeah, alright."
	"Get in then. And close the door behind you." Michael smiled. He was
glad that he had tried the boy. Otherwise the night would have been wasted.
The boy scurried over and went into the passenger side. The hoody he was
wearing was dark grey and the rain had made it almost black. He sat down and
his hand left hand was rummaging over his facial features, probably due to
force of habit in nervous situations. Michael used his thumbs to pull down
his bottoms and pants. He was used to this and he waited for the boy to go
down on him. The boy looked at Michael's growing cock but didn't move any
closer. Michael was getting slightly agitated with waiting.
	"Well, what are you waiting for?" Michael asked firmly. The boy seemed
nervous. "You have done this before right?"
	"Yeah... sure." The boy replied. Michael wasn't convinced.
	"What's your name kid?"
	"Perry."
	"Look Perry, I don't mean to rush you into anything you don't want to
do but I came here for the sole purpose of getting my knob pleased. Now, I'm
not going to pay you 20 quid just to sit there. If you've done this before, I
want it done now. Otherwise get out."
	Perry breathed in deeply.
	"I will do it." He announced.
	"OK good, I'm ready if you are." Michael emphasized the word `if'.
Michael leaned back and looked at Perry. Perry nodded to himself and he leaned
over. He gripped the bottom of Michael's cock. His fingers directed the cock
to point towards his mouth. Michael hardened at the pressure. Perry breathed
in and his lips slowly went over the cock-head. Michael moaned.
	"Arrrrrrrrh." The moisture of Perry's lips made him mad for more. No
condom was definitely better than with a condom and knowing that he was
getting a way better deal than from Louis made him feel chuffed. He could feel
the saliva of the boy. He wanted to push Perry down but thought he should let
Perry get accustomed to the seven inch length first. Perry's mouth only
accommodated the cock-head and two inches of his shaft.  The rain was still
pouring outside but being under the bridge, the noise was less invasive.
Michael could hear small pops from Perry's mouth as small packs of air were
pushed out of his mouths to make space for Michael's cock. Perry had his right
hand still at the base and it seemed to prop him up and if he needed to, he
could push away if it got too much for him. Michael moaned and looked to the
ceiling of his car. He looked back down and Perry was, although very slowly
and carefully, sucking the top four inches of his cock. Perry was quiet. He
didn't moan like Louis. Perhaps he wasn't enjoying it, Michael thought. But
who wouldn't enjoy his seven inch cock? Maybe Perry needed some encouragement,
Michael thought. Michael lowered his hand and held the boys head. He pushed
back the wet hood so that he could feel the boy's hair as he pushed the head
down. The hair was a dull bleach colour and it was slick and wet from the rain.
Michael gently pushed Perry's head downwards. The squeeze on his cock getting
tighter as it invaded Perry's reserved area for air. Perry choked. Michael let
Perry's head return to a comfortable position and made note of this and made
sure he didn't thrust too far next time.  They synchronised their rhythm and
Michael enjoyed the boy's mouth on his cock. It was so much more pleasurable
than his previous experiences.
	"You're doing good, boy." Michael gave as a compliment, trying to
encourage the boy to do as he was doing. Michael felt his orgasm rising from
his nut sac. He would blast his load into Perry's small mouth.
	"I'm going to cum. Be careful not to choke." He warned the boy. Perry
continued bobbing up and down, slightly faster with the aid of Michael's hand
and one inch further than he had before Michael's intervention. Michael still
couldn't tell if Perry enjoyed it but that mattered little as he was close to
exploding. He grabbed Perry's slick, dull bleach hair and with a final thrust
of his pelvis and a guiding firm push with both his hands, he felt his cock
pulse and at the last moment he pulled Perry's head up with his hair and he
came. Perry's mouth received two shots of sperm at the top of his mouth.
Perry pulled up from Michael's squirting cock and the cock-head fell from his
lips. The cum slid down the walls of his mouth and some clung from his lips
to Michael's cock-head. The cum dangling from Perry's lip finally broke free
from Michael's cock-head and swung down and dangled from his lips. Michael was
unsure whether Perry knew what to do with the cum.
	"You can swallow if you want. Or spit it out, not in the car though."
Michael stated. He looked at the boy's face with the cum on his lips slowing
dangling towards gravity. He looked so cute, Michael thought.
	Perry reluctantly swallowed the cum in his mouth and used his hand to
wipe off the cum from his lips. He moved back to his side and leaned back onto
the passenger-side seat.
	"Here kid." Michael retrieved a £20 note from his pocket and waved it
in front of Perry to get the boy's attention. Perry just looked forward out of
the car window before realising the money was being flashed in front of him.
He took the money and put it in the right pocket of his trousers. This time
was a lot neater than the mess Louis left. Michael gave his shrinking member
a quick wipe with his sleeve and then pulled up his trousers by lifting his
bottom in the air. He looked at Perry with bemusement.
	"Kid, we're done. You can leave now." Michael informed but Perry just
sat there. Michael started to worry; his cock couldn't have made the boy
dumbfounded. "Kid?"
	"D' ya mind driving me to the chippies?" Perry finally asked. Michael
relieved that Perry was not in a coma or something was surprised at the
request.
	"The chippies?"
	"Yeah, I'm starving." Perry replied.
	"I guess so." Michael started the engine and drove away. They didn't
say one word on the way there.
	"Here it is." Michael said. Perry gripped the door handle and pulled
it. The door opened. The rain noise flooded into the car.
	"Thanks." Perry swung a leg out into the rain. Michael felt pity over
the boy. The boy was going to use the money he just earned to buy himself food,
where other hustlers would have bought drugs or fags.
	"Wait, here kid, take this." Michael offered Perry a £5 note. Perry
took it and nodded his thanks and left the car. The door shut and it quietened
to a low pitter-patter on his car. Michael watched the boy pull his hood back
over his head and jog, whilst huddling as if to warm up, to the brightly lit
chip shop. Satisfied that the boy made it OK into the shop, he felt as if he
had done a good deed to the boy like a Good Samaritan kind of feeling even
though he knew he used the boy for his own pleasure. He drove off, heading
for home.


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<~~ Chapter 4 ~~>


	Michael was in a hospital. He was waiting outside. The blinds were
closed. He fiddled his thumbs against each other with worry.
	"You could see him now." The male doctor in flashy white clothes
said. As Michael went to the door, he could see in his peripheral view, the
doctor was shaking his head in disapproval. As Michael went in he could hear
the beeping noise to indicate that the heart was beating.
	There he was. It was Perry. He was lying on the bed with his eyes
closed. There were tubes stuck into his arms. Michael stared at Perry, he
felt ashamed. The light from the lamplight above Perry's face gave him and
glow like an angel's face. Michael got close. He held the boy's hand in his
large hands. Perry's hands were cold.
	"I'm sorry." Michael struggled to say as he looked in sorrow. The
beeping noise suddenly shot up and became rapid. Michael panicked. He looked
at Perry, nothing was happening but the heart beat on the monitor went out of
the boundaries and a red light started flashing which flooded the room in
blood red.
	"Help! Someone help! The boy! Help, anyone!?" Michael looked at the
door expecting the flashy doctor to appear but no one did. He looked back at
Perry. His sleeping face suddenly awoke as his eyes shot wide open and the
pupils stared at Michael. The cold hand gripped tightly onto Michael's hands.
Perry's face turned blue.
	"Why??" The boy whelped as if possessed. It didn't sound like the
sweet, young voice he had known. Perry's eyes became bloodshot and his eyes
started bleeding.
	"Aaaaaaaaah!" Michael started screaming.

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	Michael shot straight up in his bed. The bed sheet nearly flew off
the bed as if it jumped out with shock at the sudden movement. Another bad
dream. He looked at the time. He would have to get up and get ready for work
in an hour. He sat there looking, his nightmare dazed him and sweat appeared
on his face, daylight would soon flood into his room but for now it was a
radiant blue.  He tried to compile the nightmare into his thoughts so that he
could try making sense of them. Why was Perry in hospital? Why was he sorry?
He had no reason to be sorry. For some reason, Michael conveyed his nightmare
to be a sign that Perry was in trouble and that he needed to find Perry before
it was too late. Maybe Perry had got hurt when he drove away from the chip
shop. His thoughts worried him. He would go look for Perry again after work,
he decided. If Perry wasn't there, he would check the hospitals. He was too
hyped up to go back to sleep. He swung his legs out of bed and got up.

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	Michael's mind was so heavy with thought that there were times where
his colleagues thought he was daydreaming. Michael would forget to do tasks
he had been assigned and even perform dangerous actions without thinking. His
boss told him he should go see a doctor but Michael denied the offer. He did
manage to finish most of his tasks and promised to his worried colleagues that
he would get himself checked. He had a crazy idea that Perry had passed on
some flu onto him but he shook the idea away.
	After work, Michael was determined to find Perry immediately. He went
to the same bridge. The street looked somewhat different in the daylight.
There were more people walking around and it didn't seem as isolated as he
had thought. He drove under the bridge. An old lady walked past. She stood
and rummaged into her purse. She bent over and dropped a few coins into the
tin can, the coins echoed under the bridge of metal upon metal. She walked
away. This allowed Michael to see. Next to the tin can was a small figure.
The figure was lying on the hard ground with a cardboard sheet pulled over
the body and head. Michael stopped the car and got out. He walked over to the
lying figure, half-sick with worry. He kneeled down. He felt eyes watch him
from across the street but he didn't care. He reached down to pull the sheet
to see who it was. As he pulled he heard a murmur like waking a kid to get
ready for school and they didn't want to be interrupted. It sounded familiar.
Michael noticed greasy paper and the remnants of chip grease and ketchup. He
pulled the sheet more determined that this was in fact Perry. The face
appeared and Michael's face lit up to find out it was Perry. He was alive.
Michael was not sure if he was well but being alive was good enough to lift
some worries from his mind.
	Perry's eyes opened. He squinted at the light. Michael looked at him,
waiting for the boy to recognise him.
	"Oh, it's you." Perry said half-awake. "I can't give your money back."
	"No, I don't want the money back." Michael said, his heart warmed to
hear the boy's voice. "I'm just glad you're ok."
	"Why wouldn't I be?" Perry asked as he sat up with his back against
the wall.
	"Oh, I just..." Michael couldn't explain and didn't want to say that
he had a bad dream about him. If it was a good dream, Perry might be flattered
but if he said he had a bad dream then he might jinx it. "I just wanted to
check if you were OK after the other night."
	"I'm fine." Perry yawned.
	"What are you doing sleeping on the floor?"
	"It's comfy once you get used to it."
	"I mean why are you sleeping on the floor?" Michael asked, eager to
know more about the kid who haunted his dreams. "Don't you have a home to
sleep in?"
	"Nope, I used to be in foster care but I ran away. Now I sleep and
survive on my own." Perry replied.
	"Look, I can't leave you here like this. How about we go to my place
and I'll fix you up something to eat?" Michael was concerned for Perry. If
his nightmare was a sign for anything, he had to try preventing the chances
that harm would find its way to Perry.
	"This isn't one of those things where I have to do stuff to get food
is it?"
	"No, I just don't want you out here where you could get hurt."
	Perry sat there, he thought for a moment.
	"A free meal sounds alright to me."
	"Neat, get in the car."

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	"It isn't much." Michael said as he turned the keys to his council
flat. "But it is homey."
	They walked in. Michael started making things neat and putting things
away. He didn't know why but it felt like he had brought home a date. Perry
just walked in and didn't seem too hyped up or bothered by Michael's tidying
up or his home.
	Michael took Perry to the living area and turned on the TV. It was
just after 4pm and the kid's shows had started.
	"Do you want to watch cartoons?" He asked Perry who stood there looking
at the TV.
	"I guess, haven't seen any since I was in foster care."
	"Well, sit down and relax. I'm just going to fix us some food."
	Perry sat down on the sofa facing the TV and put his elbows to his
knees. He didn't seem too trusting to get comfortable and relax. Michael
didn't pursue in forcing Perry to relax if he didn't want to. He went to the
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	"So what do you think?" Michael asked.
	"It was delicious." Perry replied plainly. Michael looked at the state
of Perry's clothes. They seemed gritty and dirty.
	"Do you want to have a wash? I could give you some spare clothes of
mine." Michael enquired. Michael's hospitality surprised Perry. Perry stood
up and walked to a draw. He picked up a letter that was on it.
	"I don't think I'd fit in your clothes... Michael."
	Michael swung around but relaxed knowing that Perry wasn't some kind
of weird psycho who knew his name somehow.
	"Who's this?" Perry asked, picking up a photo frame.
	"That's me and my girlfriend." Michael replied.
	"Where is she now?" Perry was asking personal questions, Michael
shifted in his couch.
	"She's dead." There was a smash on the ground. Michael looked around
to see what happened. Perry had dropped one of his photo frames. Perry stood
there as if in shock. "What happened?" Michael said now alert.
	"I'm sorry." Perry said and he started to move out of the living area.
	"It's alright. Forget about it. Where are you going?"
	"I'm sorry, I have to go."
	"But where are you going?" Michael asked. He still had a feeling that
it was his duty to make sure the boy didn't get hurt.
	"I just... need to go. Thanks for the food." Perry shot off down the
hall way and opened the flat door. Perry's footsteps echoed as they walked
briskly on the tiles of the outside corridor and disappearing down the
staircase. Michael rushed to his door that Perry left open but he didn't give
chase. He sighed. He hoped that his generosity would please the higher powers
whoever they were so that he would not be burdened with guilt or worry or
even haunted in his dreams.
	He looked at the broken frame. He sighed and he put it back onto the
draw. He swept the broken glass into a dustpan and threw it into the bin. He
looked at the picture again and took it out of the frame.
	When he went to bed he took the photo and gripped it so that the
moonlight outside shone on it. The picture was of him, his girlfriend and
their baby. He put it on the bed-side table and went to sleep. He did not
have any nightmares that night.


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<~~ Chapter 5 ~~>


	"Michael Green, the jury finds you guilty of manslaughter of Kimberly
Simmons. This court hereby sentences Michael Green to five years in jail for
the offences under Offences Against a Person Act." The judge in his red gown
and white wig slammed the hammer onto the wood. Michael knew he had to be
punished but five years was a long time. He felt guilt over his actions. He
had beat up his girlfriend so badly that when she was omitted to hospital,
she was barely recognisable. She had died three days later.
	Michael could hardly breathe. He looked at his attorney who looked
back in defeat. Michael looked at his mother then ran to her, not caring about
court procedure. She started bawling her eyes out. She looked up at Michael
who looked back for re-assurance. She slapped him. Michael grabbed his face,
red from the slap, and his eyes became watery. Court security pushed him back.
	"Mum." Michael shouted over the commotion. Another court guard
approached Michael and attempted to handcuff him. "Mum. Mum!" He wanted to
see her eyes, he wanted her to love him but she didn't look up. "Wait!" Two
guards pulled Michael away. "Muuum!"

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	"Yes, I remember mum." Michael leant against the door frame.
	"I've tried so hard to forgive you. And I forgave you six years ago
when you were released. I missed you so much and now that you are here, what
have you done for yourself in those six years?" Michael's mother lectured to
Michael. She was on the couch holding a cup of tea. She took a sip and
continued. "You live in this crummy flat and you have no girlfriend. You
should find yourself a nice girl and have... kids. Keep the things of the
past in the past. Start anew. Have you seen any girls that interest you?"
	"Mum... I'm not going to go over my personal life with you." Michael
didn't want to mention the countless number of prostitutes and more recently,
ones that had dicks. He couldn't imagine what his mother would do if she found
out that he had sex with the hustlers that weren't even his age.
	"Well, I know a friend who has a daughter who is single and she's
about your age. Her name is Tina. She works at the diner."
	"I don't need you to set me up either." Michael said firmly to get
her off his case.
	"I just don't want to see you waste any more of your life." She said.
	There was a knock on the door. Michael went to open it.
	"Michael, I need to speak to you." It was Perry, the area under his
eyes were dark.
	"Perry, this might not be a good time." Michael didn't want his mother
to see Perry.
	A wrinkly, flabby hand gripped the door and Michael was forced aside.
	"Who is this then?" Michael's mum popped her head around the door.
Michael opened it wider. It was too late to send Perry away without reason.
	"Mum, this is Perry. Perry this is my mum." Michael introduced them.
	"Nice to meet you..." Perry said waiting for a name.
	"Call me Becky." She finished. "Gosh, you look awfully familiar"
Becky eyed Perry with curious eyes. "Have we met before?"
	Perry did not speak for a moment. Michael was about to break the
silence.
	"No, I don't think so." Perry finally spoke.
	"You're eyes..." She was so focussed that she did not see Michael
put a hand to his forehead. Michael wondered if she'd seen Perry in the
streets and knew that he was a hustler.
	"Well, Perry you think you could come later for dinner, maybe?"
Michael interrupted.
	"Sure, I guess." Perry replied sadly. He turned to leave.
	"Don't you move another step.  Come in, have some tea." Becky invited.
 Perry stood still and looked at Michael. "Come on." She beckoned Perry; her
bracelets slid down a bit until they were stopped by are large forearm. Perry
walked in and she put a hand on his shoulder and they both walked into the
living area. This might get messy, Michael thought.
	Michael got a cup of tea for Perry as demanded by his mother.
	"So, how do you know each other?" Becky asked, breaking the silence.
	"Err, he's one of my colleague's son." Michael said not giving Perry
a chance to say anything. Perry looked at Michael and understood.
	"Oh, I see." She said with suspicion. "What do you two do then?"
	"We..." Michael couldn't think of anything valid and believable. He
liked to watch sports but he had no sports equipment whatsoever. He didn't
have any skills to teach. He was clueless.
	"Michael takes me to places like the cinema and the chip shop. My dad
doesn't have time for me..." Perry saved Michael from the interrogation.
Michael sighed with relief and looked at Perry with a thankful look.
	"The chip shop ay?"
	"Yep, he's really nice..."
	"That's good to hear!" She beamed. "My son doing nice things! I never
thought I would live to see that happen."
	She looked at her watch.
	"Ah, I must go meet Michelle at the market." She said as she stood up.
"Nice meeting you boy. Tell your dad, that he should spend more time with his
strapping young lad." She smiled and walked into the hallway.
	Michael helped her get her bag and walked her to the door. They said
their goodbyes and Michael closed the door.
	Perry still sat there, sipping on his tea. He stared at Michael as he
returned from the hallway. Michael felt a bit relieved now that his mum was
gone.
	"Does your mum know you have sex with boys?" Perry asked. Michael
felt his cheeks boil at this invasive question. If he was honest with himself,
he liked the sex but he never accepted that he liked boys at all.
	"No. She doesn't." He replied defiantly "She doesn't need to know
either."
	Perry continued to sip his tea. Michael took the silent moment to
think.
	"Come on, let's go." Perry put down his tea on the coffee table and
swerved his head around.
	"Go where?"
	"To the cinema."

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	Michael took Perry to the cinema. He bought popcorn and coke and let
Perry choose the film. Perry was spoilt for choice. He hadn't been to cinema
before, he admitted. Michael also wasn't much of a film fanatic either.
Perry's choice raised Michael's eyebrows but he didn't mind.
	The film was called `Dirty Dancing'. They sat at the back. Michael
wrapped his left arm over Perry's shoulder as they ate the popcorn. As they
watched, the movie forced Michael to think about his sexuality. Was he
attracted to the male lead or the female lead? He would definitely fuck the
girl if he was given the chance. But the man? He didn't like him. When the
man danced, he cringed at thinking of having sex with him. He just wasn't
that appealing. His hair when it waved did remind him of Perry's hair. Only
that Perry's was dull bleach and thinner. Perhaps in a few years time, Perry
would look like this guy on the movie. Michael didn't want to think about it.
He liked Perry just the way he is.
	Near the end of the film, the guy and the girl have a dance. It was a
bit too soppy for Michael's liking but it was cheerful. The popcorn had
finished. Perry was entranced in the movie; his eyes did not look away from
the screen. The music was loud. Michael took his chances. He leaned over to
Perry and kissed his cheek. Perry moved his head and looked at Michael almost
in shock. Michael leaned closer but now to the lips. Perry just looked as
Michael's face leaned closer. Perry's neck edged back, as if two poles of a
magnet of the same direction, until it couldn't move.  Michael pursued and
finally their lips touched. Perry closed his eyes. Michael didn't but his
eyes' watched Perry's face hazily as he raised his right hand to grasp the
back of Perry's head to push Perry onto his lips. Michael couldn't resist the
boy's lips, even it did taste like popcorn, and he liked the delicate touch
of Perry's lips and the sweetness of his saliva.
	The film dance finished and their attentions fell back to the screen
and Michael returned to his seat. He breathed in; the act of kissing was
exhilarating. He enjoyed that kiss. He enjoyed Perry's company. He went into
deep thought about how he could see Perry more.


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<~~ Chapter 6 ~~>


	"Did you like the film?" Michael asked. Perry sat into the passenger
seat. Michael wanted to ask if he liked the kiss but he didn't want to sound
too keen.
	"Yeah it was nice." Perry replied. It had got dark outside. Michael
turned the engine and turned on the lights.
	"So, do you have somewhere to go?"
	"Not really... You can take me back to the bridge."
	"About that..." Michael thought this would be a best time to ask. "Do
you want to stay at mine?"  Perry sat there. He didn't respond.
	"Do I have to..."
	"If you want to that is." Michael interrupted.
	"I mean, do I have to... do stuff like... sex?" Perry asked. Michael
realised the position he was in. He liked the boy and indeed he wanted to have
 sex with him but by saying he didn't would risk in losing that possibility.
	"Well, I really like you Perry. I wouldn't ask anyone to stay at
mine. I want to get to know you more and who knows what will happen. I could
look after you and support..."
	"Are you gay?" Perry asked directly. It caught Michael off-guard and
he didn't know how to answer it. "It's alright if you are..." Michael breathed
in deeply.
	"I like girls. And I like boys like you." Michael finally said. He
felt like he was confessing to God or a priest.
	"Does your mum know you like boys?" Another question Michael didn't
expect.
	"No she doesn't. What's with all these questions? Do you want to stay
at mine or not?" Michael was getting frustrated.
	"I guess it's better than the floor."
	Michael nodded and they drove off heading to his home.

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	Michael closed the door behind them. He looked at Perry. The boy
looked very shabby and dirty. Probably from sleeping on the ground and
sleeping rough on the streets, Michael thought.
	"Do you want to take a shower?" He offered as they walking into the
living area.
	"I don't have any other clothes."
	"I'll lend you some of mine. They might be a bit big but they'll do
the job."
	"I don't know..."
	"Look boy, I don't want you to stink up my couch, so just take a
shower. There's nothing wrong with a bit of cleaning." Michael urged. "I'll
lend you some clothes and I'll put your dirty clothes in the wash. I won't
interfere."
	"I guess." Perry replied.
	"The bathroom is just to the left when you walk out."
	Perry walked slowly and opened the door. Turned on the lights and
closed the door behind him. He didn't seem too enthusiastic to get washed.
Michael heard the water running and he imagined Perry naked. His cock was
becoming erect, he couldn't help it. He decided to watch some TV to distract
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	"Hey... Michael." Perry was almost quiet compared to the presenter on
TV. Michael turned his head around and his eyes widened. Perry was standing
in the doorway stark naked. The boy's dick had immediately caught Michael's
attention. It was flaccid and the batch of pubes above it was like a little
bush. His legs were smooth and toned; Michael could not see any hairs. Michael
scanned upwards, the boy didn't have a six-pack but his chest was flat. The
sides were indented beautifully. His nipples were small and round. His face...
wet and his eyes stared back at Michael as if trying to conceive Michael's
stare. His hair was wet and it looked cleaner than before. Michael breathed
in the beauty with his eyes. He'd not seen a boy naked since he was young and
that was himself. Michael compared himself to the boy. He was slightly
muscular, much hairier, and obviously larger in height and in length. He had
brown, short and curly hair whereas the boy had vibrant, medium and dull
bleach hair. Michael was so used to being a grown man; he'd forgotten what he
used to be.
	"There's no towels." Perry announced.
	"Oh." Michael blurted, finally awoken from his dreamy thoughts. He
couldn't help but continue to stare at Perry's nakedness. He walked over.
"I've... got some in my..." He reached the doorway and looked down at Perry.
He stopped in his tracks. Perry looked back, his eyes asking Michael.
	`What do you want? Do you want me?'
	Michael nodded to the unsaid questions. He wanted Perry. He put his
hands on the boy's chest and they caressed the moist skin and hovered down to
the boy's hips. Michael looked at the flaccid dick. He wanted it to grow. He
went onto his knees with some effort. He reached the dick with his right hand
and began to wave it around. Perry got hard almost instantly. It was about
four inches to five inches at its longest. Michael kept waving it and noticed
the growing resistance to movement. The harder the dick was, the less it chose
to be thrown around recklessly. Perry looked down on Michael and Michael could
see his chest heave in and out as he got more aroused by the waving. Finally,
Michael was satisfied that the dick was its hardest. He looked at the dick at
an angle and wondered whether he wanted to please it. He had summoned it and
was he ready to accept it. Was he going to accept that he liked dicks? It was
fine for him to fuck someone with a dick but was it a two way street. He
leaned closer to take the boy's meat in his mouth. He was somewhat satisfied
that he was chosen to suck off this young boy than some perverted old man.
He'd always had thought that poofs were wimps or dirty old men, but here he
was about to take dick in his mouth. What did that make him? His whole idealism
of gays would be knocked down like the Berlin Wall if he took the boy in his
mouth. He would find it unnecessary to keep on hating for no good reason.
	The boy's flesh in his mouth was a weird sensation. It felt like he
was guiding a stick lolly into his mouth but instead of ice it had a soft
texture and the insides were meaty. His mouth had a huge capacity and he
managed to let three inches in without a problem. Perry breathed out as his
length was being consumed. Michael had a sudden realisation that the feeling
he was having right now was the same feeling the prostitutes had when they
were sucking him. He hadn't realised that when he tried to force feed them his
seven inches, it was this hard. He was even struggling with this average size
dick. He made a mental apology to all the girls he tried to shove his meat
into. This was tough but he liked it. This exertion for pleasure needed method.
He had to prevent his teeth from grating the skin. He had to make sure the
ellipse of his lips didn't force the circumference of the shaft to stop
sliding but instead letting the friction make it enjoyable. He had to decide
direction, either directly to the throat or divert to the cheek. Once that
was all covered, then, he could enjoy the meat in his mouth and use his tongue
to his desire. Michael decided to let Perry's dick slide along his tongue and
reach the back of his mouth. He wasn't sure on how to deep-throat or what it
felt like from his position so he just kept the length to slide in to a
reasonable length in mouth without forcing himself to choke. Perhaps choking
meant deep-throating, he thought. He also decided to leave his tongue
stationary and let Perry feel the friction along and under his shaft.
	The boy moaned as he was close to cumming. He didn't grab the man's
hair for extra pleasure but instead he kept them as his naked sides. The man
didn't grasp the boy's buttocks to shove the boy's length in his mouth. This
reluctance to enjoy each other as much as possible was both for different
reasons. The man did not seem to want to be over-eager because this sexual act
put his sexuality in the fray. However, the boy had his reasons, he looked
down at this grown man and he felt pity for him.
	"I'm cumming." Perry merely stated. He said it breathlessly which was
a sign of pleasure to Michael but he didn't moan out loud.
	Michael felt a burst of liquid on his tongue, just a little at first,
then came a long squirt that hit the back of his mouth and then a drizzle
where the head had stopped moving as Michael held it in place by clamping his
mouth firmly on the Perry. Once he knew that Perry had given it all he
unclamped his mouth and Perry pulled out his dick which flung down to gravity
and it continued to drip cum from its head. Michael was left with the boy's
cum lingering in his mouth. He didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow
it. It tasted salty. It felt like he had phlegm in his mouth and wanted to
spit. He looked up at Perry, whose chest was still inflating and deflating
considerably, and Perry watched him for some response. Michael didn't want
to disrespect the act by spitting it out and he swallowed it down. Overall
it tasted slick and salty but it wasn't too horrific. It was more like liquid
than the thick substance he had expected. Michael stood up.
	"I'll get you a towel." Michael said, the taste of salt still in his
mouth.
	"And some clothes." Perry's tone was so cold that it sent a chill down
Michael. Did Perry not enjoy it as much as he did? Can you be a hustler
offering services to men and not be gay at the same time? Michael felt awkward.
Maybe the boy was tired. There could be many reasons for his lack of
appreciation.
	"Right." Michael responded.
	Michael gave Perry a towel and clothes that he had in his draw and
went to prepare the couch. He pulled out anything stuck between the cushions
and patted the cushions to make them comfortable for lying on. He placed a
spare blanket on it. He looked to the doorway and Perry stood there. The
clothes he'd given were obviously too big for Perry's slim form but they were
better than nothing.
	Perry thanked him as they brushed past each other and headed their
opposite ways and they said their goodnights. Michael headed to his room and
jumped onto his bed with a force, he wasn't sure why but he felt the need to,
he probably felt excited to have company like a sleepover. He put his arms
underneath his head supporting it from the back. The excitement turned into
frustration when questions floated in his head, they didn't give up. Did he
achieve anything today? He asked himself.


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<~~ Chapter 7 ~~>


	"Oh yeah..." Michael moaned. It was Kimberly. She was holding onto his
cock and stroking her slender fingers up and down his seven inches.
	"Baby, put your mouth over it already." Michael was so turned on.
	"Baby?" The strokes got furious and wild and Michael could not hold
back any longer.
	"I'm... cumming."
	"Keep quiet!" Her tone was firm and controlling but he felt anger
behind it. Michael looked at her eyes and they glared back. They seemed empty
and vacant of any emotion. He was confused.
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	The door of his bedroom shut suddenly with a loud bang. He looked at
the door. He looked at the window that blew cold air into the room. He didn't
recall it being open. The dream of Kimberly bewildered Michael. He had never
dreamt of her erotically ever since her death. She usually roamed his
nightmares. He looked at the time on alarm clock on his bedside table. It was
four in the morning. He picked up the photo on the bedside table. He looked
at Kimberly and their son. He felt a shiver go down his spine. He wasn't a
believer of ghosts but he felt suddenly aware of his environment. The smiling
face of Kimberly seemed to laugh at him for being scared. He put the picture
down. Or it's this damn window giving me the chills, Michael thought. He got
up. He looked down at his boxers and almost jumped out of his skin. He had an
erection but there was cum seeping through the cotton fabric of his boxers.
This immediately gave him the creeps. He went to the window and slammed it
close.
	He went into the doorway and looked into the living area. It was
dark. He flicked on the lights and Perry lay there, asleep. Having Perry
there made him realise this was in fact reality and not a nightmare. He did
have cum squished between his softening cock and his boxers but he didn't
dare to believe that Kimberly had made him cum. He just didn't want to
believe that crap. He jumped into the shower and turned on the water, he
didn't bother taking his boxers off until the water had camouflaged the
slick, wet patch.
	After his shower, he decided to watch some TV to smother his thoughts.
Perry was up straight away.
	"Something wrong?" Perry asked. He wiped his eyes with his arm.
	"No, sorry I woke you." Michael said. Perry must have been sleeping
well until Michael came in. Michael was glad that Perry was here to calm his
fears. Michael looked at Perry. When Perry removed his arm from his eyes,
Michael could see the moisture under them. Michael had thought he was wiping
his eyes to wake himself up but in fact he was wiping his tears.
	"What's wrong?" Michael asked concerned.
	"Nothing, I'm just tired." Perry replied. He added a fake yawn at the
end, Michael noticed but he let it go.
	"Look, go into my room and sleep. I'll probably be watching for a
while." Perry nodded and headed off into the doorway. Michael didn't want to
go to bed after that nightmare or whatever it was. Now that he was awake, he
could control his actions to counter any crazy, unbelievable things. He cursed
at his wimp-like behaviour and turned his head to the TV and put the volume
slightly higher to a level that drowned out his worries whilst also to a
reasonable level that did not wake up the neighbours, although he wouldn't
mind having the company if they wished to complain.

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	It was time to get ready for work. Michael switched off the TV and
went into his room. Perry was huddled in a foetal position. It reminded him
of himself when he was young. It was a comfortable position to keep warm but
now at his age, his muscles weren't as forgiving to the stretch. He got out
his work clothes from his wardrobe, he did not want to wake Perry, he grabbed
what he needed as quiet as possible. Michael looked for his watch. It wasn't
in his pockets. There was nothing on the bedside table. He must have left it
in the living area.
	"You're leaving?" Perry asked. Michael could tell that he had
definitely been sleeping as Perry sat up and stretched his arms into the air.
Michael recalled a one-night stand who asked that very same question in almost
the same way.
	"Yeah, I have to get to work. What about you?"
	"Can I lay in your bed all day?" Perry leaned back. His left elbow sank
into the pillow and his hand brushed into his hair before holding his head up.
	"Don't you have school?." Michael realised his question. "Never mind.
You can stay, watch TV, and help yourself with food in the fridge."
	Michael got dressed and found his watch on the coffee table. He left
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	Michael turned the key. He tried to be quiet, the flat was poorly
built and noise was easily audible to all the neighbours, he didn't want any
hassle with his neighbours. He pushed the door open, half expecting to hear
the TV blasting noise into the vacant outside corridor and the screen lights
to flicker into the hallway but he was confronted with entirely the opposite.
It was dark... and quiet... He put down his bag down and a bottle of kerosene,
his building firm worked closely with American contractors, so he took some
home to use in his heater. Michael closed the door carefully behind him.
Perhaps Perry decided to leave after all, Michael thought. He walked straight
ahead to the living area. It was dark and he turned on the light. It looked
no different from when he saw it earlier when he left for work. The tea cups
from the day before were still there and no additional dishes or cups were to
be seen. Perry must have had something important to do to leave without eating,
he thought. He shrugged and walked into the kitchen to boil some water for
tea.
	Whilst the kettle boiled, he went to get changed into his loungewear.
As he walked into the hallway, the dim lights in the hallway shone onto a
certain object that caught his attention. There was a pair of trainers with
splatters of dry mud on the floor by the front door. They weren't his. They
must be Perry's. This made Michael realise that Perry could still be in his
home. He went straight to the front door and turned right into his bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar and he pushed the door slowly not quite sure what
to expect. He assumed that Perry would be sleeping due to exhaustion or perhaps
Perry liked the comfortable bed and wanted to linger there for longer. Even
if that was true, was it worth skipping food for?
	Michael pushed the door further. It was dark. The wind grew louder as
it brushed against the window, trying to get in, but there was no other noise
inside the room. He reached for the light switch and found it remembering the
general location from memory. The lights flickered on and Michael stared at
the scene. Perry was lying on the bed but not as he had imagined. It was
horrific and frightening to see Perry's clothing drenched in blood. The blood
had soaked into the bed sheets. His mind took a snapshot of the scene for
future nightmares. He found it difficult to understand what had happened.
Perry laid in his foetal position as if cowering in fear or defence. Could
someone have intruded his home to hurt Perry? Michael's heart pumped furiously
as he found it hard to breath. There were crudely written words which slithered
downward on the wall above the bed. A message from the intruders, Michael
thought. He, by instinct, reached into his pocket for his mobile. There was a
sharp whistling from the hallway that made Michael's attention turn with fright.
It was the kettle. Michael breathed out. He went out of his room and headed
towards the kitchen whilst dialling for the emergency services. The kettle was
screeching as the operator spoke. Michael switched off the gas and put the
phone to his ear.
	"...wrong with your phone." Michael managed to catch.
	"There's nothing wrong with it." Michael replied. His voice was hoarse
and panicky. "Listen. There's a boy," Michael returned to his room, trying to
gather his thoughts and speak them into the phone, his eyes scanning
frantically around his surroundings. "he's bleeding."
	"Can you tell me where you are sir?" Her voice was firm because it
was her job to keep things calm and control. Michael was glad for that but it
wasn't shown in his response.
	"I'm in my fucking home, my damn home."
	"Sir, please keep calm. Do you have an address or a street name you
can give me so that I can call an ambulance to your location?"
	Michael gave her his address. She informed Michael that help was on
the way and told Michael to go to the injured boy. She asked Michael if he
knew first aid. He was given some training at the building firm but he had
forgotten the steps and in which order to perform them.
	"I... I don't remember, it's been a long time since I was trained."
Michael stared at Perry's form and he tried to keep calm, panicking would not
help the situation as the operator reminded him.
	"Sir, do you know the ABC procedure?" She asked.
	"I don't remember what it stands for."
	"Airway. Breathing. Circulation. Can you check the boy for these,
sir?"
	"Yes." The methods flashed back into Michael's mind as he vaguely
reconstructed the words and their meanings into useful actions.
	Michael held Perry's cheek with care; he delicately turned Perry's
head. He looked so fragile.  The sweat on his face came from nowhere in
particular but it was all over his face like a blanket as it hugged the boy's
smooth cheeks and forehead. He pried the chin gently and looked inside, it
was clear. He hadn't expected the intruders to stuff anything down the throat.
Michael put his ear to the mouth and heard a faint wisp of breath flow into
his ears like an angel sighing. And finally Michael checked the pulse by
putting his fingertips on the boy's neck. A slow bump of life resisted the
gentle pressure put on the neck.
	"Hello? Are you there?"
	"Yes sir, I'm still here."
	"Everything seems OK for the ABC."
	"OK sir, can you find the source of the bleeding?"
	"OK, hold on."
	Michael looked at the bed-sheet and found the area where the blood
was darkest. Perry's arm was above the area. Michael looked and saw the knife.
He froze.
	"Sir, are you still there?"
	The knife belonged to him. It was one of his kitchen knives.  What he
saw next to the knife was more confusing. There was a magazine close by. It
looked as if it had been ripped and penetrated from the cover to the back with
a sharp object the size of the very knife before him. He recognised the colours
and text on the remnants of the remaining cover.  There used to be a very
loaded woman with her minge exposed. This was his porno mag which he hid in
his drawer.
	Michael looked up. What does this mean?
	"Sir, are you there?"
	He looked at the wall. Being closer, he realised the words he'd seen
were written in blood. He could barely make out the words.
	`Do they make you happy', the words becoming harder to read from left
to right.
	What does this mean? This was too much to take in.
	"Sir, the ambulance will be there..." Did Perry cut himself because
of the porno mag? "...and please open the door for them and clear the corridors
 for anything that may obstruct or delay their tasks."
	Michael sat there and began to stroke Perry's moist hair. He used his
shirt to wipe off the sweat on Perry's face. Do women make him happy? Michael
attempted to answer the question on his wall.
	"They used to." Michael spoke out loud; he knew he did not expect a
response.
	There was a knock on the door.


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<~~ Chapter 8 ~~>


	"Are you the boy's father?" The receptionist asked.
	"No, I'm...  the boy's guardian." Michael lied. He didn't want to say
lover for two reasons. He didn't want to seem like some paedophile and secondly
he wasn't ready to tell anyone that he liked boys on a two way street.
	"Please fill in this form. You can wait outside for the doctor."
 	The blinds were closed. He wanted to see if Perry was OK. He didn't
know why he felt so much emotion to the kid. Did he love Perry so much that
it hurt for him to see him in such a fragile state?
	He sat down and began filling the form. He couldn't concentrate
properly and kept pausing between words. He sat there and waited.

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	"Hello, I'm Doctor Mead." The female doctor in green introduced
herself as she closed the door behind her. "We had a problem with the name
you gave us. Perry doesn't seem to be in our database."
	"His name is Perry."
	"I'll ask to check it again. For the mean time, you can go in and see
him. He's had a few stitches to his cuts. Also, he will be resting for a while
so please try not to wake him."
	"Thank you doctor."
	"Don't mention it." She walked down the corridor.
	As Michael went in he could hear the familiar beeping noise of the
heart machine. There he was. He was lying on the bed in a peaceful sleep. He
moved to the right side of the bed where there was a chair to sit down. Michael
could see the arm with cuts had a bandage wrapped around it. He recalled the
bright red flesh cuts and he looked away. Was this his fault? If he had been
more willing to admit his love for Perry, could this have been avoided
entirely. He felt the urge to apologise to the sleeping beauty.
	"I'm sorry."
	Perry did not move from his deep sleep. The heartbeat monitor continued
to beat steadily.

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	There was a picture made to fit into a small metal container. This
container hung on a stainless steel chain. This chain hung around Michael's
neck. Michael looked at the miniscule picture of Kimberly and their son. He
reminisced the days of his youth and he felt shame and guilt that his actions
in the past had probably changed his life forever. He could imagine that if
he hadn't hurt Kimberly that day then he would be living with her and their
son would be in school. Somehow, Perry filled in that gap and he felt somewhat
compelled to make sure he was alright. He couldn't let Perry live on with his
current lifestyle, on the streets, under that bridge. His smooth, delicate
body pressed hard against the cold concrete floor made Michael shudder as he
imagined himself in the Perry's shoes. With Perry's recent action, Michael
vowed to watch over him more carefully.
	Perry moved. His eyelids opened, the pupils fluttered around as they
scanned the new location and found focus on the familiar face.
	"Hey..." Michael spoke first.
	"Hi." Perry replied, his voice sounding breathless.
	"How do you feel?" Michael didn't want to ask about the incident yet.
He didn't want to overload the boy.
	"I feel... tired. And thirsty."
	Michael reached over to a plastic cup of water, which from the tray
the nurse had given when Perry was sleeping that was placed to the side of
Perry's bed, and held it close to Perry's lips. Perry's lips clamped on and
let the liquid flow into his mouth. He drank it all and Michael put the cup
aside.
	"Do you want anymore?"
	"No. Thanks." Perry looked into Michael's eyes. They questioned
Michael with a sorrowful look.  Michael looked back and felt compelled to
bring up the subject that occupied him.
	"Why did you cut yourself?"
	Perry continued to look at Michael. They looked away as if they lost
the reason to glare.
	"Was it because of those magazines you found?" The silence that
followed was unbearable. Michael saw Perry's eyes glisten as tears began to
gather.
	"Do you love me?"
	"Yes." Michael said without thinking. Perry's eyes blinked and a tear
drizzled down the side of his nose.
	"Are you willing... to prove it?"
	"Yes. For you, I will."
	"Tell your mum that you're gay."
	Michael paused. The request felt cold. He didn't understand how this
would prove his love. He just knew that his mum would probably have a heart
attack if she found out.
	"I'll get rid of all my magazines and I'll promise never to look at
another dirty image as long as you're with me but my mum doesn't need to know."
	"Does your mum love you?"
	"Yes, and I love her. She's supported me for as long that I can
remember."
	"Then... you're lucky to have her." Another tear fell and slid down
Perry's cheek. "I wish I could tell my mum that I loved her... but she left
me... alone... but I don't blame her. I miss her."
	Michael felt his heart sink into a pool of emotion. He'd not realised
that Perry yearned for his mother who left him, leaving him in foster care,
to fend for himself.
	"I'm sure your mother was a great woman." Michael lied as he thought
quite opposite of her. "I will love you as much as she loved you and I promise
that I won't leave."
	"Don't..." Perry found it hard to breath. He shook his head and the
tears flickered onto his chest. "If you love me, you would tell your Becky
that you're gay."
	The tears came down freely now and Perry gasped for air. Michael
watched and couldn't stand it. If it meant so much to Perry for him to come
out to his mum then he will. He did not want Perry to cry or to hurt himself
again.
	"OK, I will!" Michael got up and wrapped his arms around the boy. His
own eyes became watery but he tried his best to keep them back. He wiped the
tears from Perry's cheeks and Perry began to calm down and his breathing
became regular as he lay in Michael's arm. Perry fell asleep and Michael
gently let his head lay back onto the pillow. He tucked Perry into the
blanket sheet and left the room to make a phone call to his mum. He would
have wanted to say this to her face but he didn't want to see her face. He
also wanted to stay with Perry.

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	"Hello mum?"
	"Oh hello Michael!" Becky replied.
	"Mum..."
	"Michael, good timing! Do you remember when I told you about that girl
Tina? She's here. Hold the phone dear."
	"Mum!" Michael called but it failed to get her attention.
	"Hi Michael." A harsh woman's voice almost screeched into his ears.
	"Tina, put my mum back on the phone." Michael became increasingly
frustrated.
	"What?"
	"Put my mum on the phone now!" There was silence.
	"Michael, what the hell?" His mum had returned.
	"Look, mum, I like boys alright." Michael interrupted.
	"What." She said.
	"I'm gay." Michael rephrased. He felt his emotions dance hysterically
on his nerves.
	"What is this? This some kind of joke son?"
	"No it isn't."
	"You've got some nerve." Her voice was straining as anger overpowered
her pleasantness. "I didn't wait all this time so that you can go all fairy
on me. Where am I going to get grandchildren from if my only son is..."
	"I'm sorry mum but this isn't about you." Michael interrupted.
	"The hell it is, boy. Time in that jail has tainted you. You need
help."
	Michael didn't want to hear this verbal garbage.
	"Mum, I'm sorry but I've got to go. I love you."
	Michael hung the phone and slumped onto the wall. He'd jumped the
biggest hurdle of his life and the rest of the hurdles should come easier,
he thought.



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	Two weeks had passed. Michael washed the bloody message off his wall
with bleach but it caused the paint to fade around the area making it
noticeable against the original paint. It would remind Michael of what used
to be there so he decided he would paint the whole room a new colour in the
future when he had time. Even if he painted to remove the physical image of
the word, he wouldn't ever forget what it said as the image was imprinted
into his memories and would never be forgotten. At least the blood was gone,
Michael thought optimistically. Perry was allowed to leave hospital and had
been living with Michael at the flat. Michael's mum did not visit Michael at
his home but left some discriminating pleas and truces on his answer phone.
Perry heard one of them and he seemed to be satisfied with the outcome. It
was only in the second week that they became more intimate but it was always
Michael who made the first move. They would kiss in Michael's bed at night
and hug until they fell asleep. Occasionally they would share a shower where
they would take turns kneeling down under the hot rush of water. Michael
wasn't too sure but every time he got close to Perry. Perry's mind seemed to
be vacant, occupied and elsewhere. It was probably due to the incident,
Michael thought, so he didn't press into it.

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 	"What is this?" Perry asked as his thin fingers fiddled with the
metal locket. Perry's right arm had reached over the cover that went up into
his armpit. It was a cold night and they had to wrap up to keep warm. Michael
looked at the boy's eyes and looked down his neck, his cute collar bone, and
his wondrous boy pecs. The nipples were hidden under the blanket. Michael
yearned to see the boy's body again.
	"It's a locket. It has a picture inside of it." Michael replied. He
shuffled as he turned to face Perry. Michael took the locket from Perry's
right hand and he opened it and showed it Perry. "See?"
	"Yes." Perry turned over to face the ceiling. Michael closed the
locket and used his right arm to hold his head as he looked at Perry;
wondering what he was thinking. "Michael..."
	"Yeah?" Michael replied.
	"Nothing." Perry turned away from Michael. It was not what Michael
had expected but he has never pushed Perry into anything and he didn't want
to start now.
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	He was woken by sobbing. It was Perry.
	"What's the matter?" Michael asked as he looked at the red texted
alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 2:19 in the morning. Perry did not
acknowledge the question. He was hunched over his side of the bed facing away
from Michael. Michael put his hand on the boy's shoulder to let him know he
was there. Perry pulled away from the grip and his sobbing calmed down and
became quiet. Michael couldn't ignore this anymore. He knew that if he didn't
ask, Perry wouldn't tell. It had been two weeks since the incident and they
had spoken none of it since.
	"Perry... I... want you to talk to me." Michael began. "You seem so
empty and you seem really sad. Is it because of... that time, two weeks ago?
I meant what I said to you at the hospital. I even did as you asked to prove
that I mean it."
	Perry just laid there. Michael knew he was listening so he continued.
	"When I told my mum, I felt like..." Michael refrained from using the
word `cutting'. "I felt like I was removing a part of me that I'd been so
used to and replacing it with a part that I preferred. It felt like a huge
hurdle to jump and... I think you should jump over your hurdle and tell me
what's bothering you. I'll do my best to understand. So much has happened to
change the way I think and if things were out in the open, I think it would
be better for us both."
	Perry didn't move. Michael put his hand on Perry's shoulder again.
This time Michael gently pulled it back so to look at Perry face to face.
Perry let him. The area under Perry's eyes was damp and his eyes were watery.
Perry used his naked arm to attempt to wipe the dampness but ended up using
his whole arm as it spread across his skin.
	"I've... been so lonely."
	"You don't have to be anymore. I'm here for you."
	"I know... but..."
	"Listen Perry, whatever problems you have, we'll be there for each
other to sort it out... together." Michael assured him. Perry nodded and
swallowed the excess saliva from his sobbing.
	"Michael... I want you to love me."
	"I will."
	"I mean..." Perry's right arm moved under the covers and they found
their target. They rummaged Michael's crotch. Michael wasn't too sure that
this was the best time for this. He felt that he'd loaded a bombshell for
them to consider and he wasn't in such a mood for it. However, the raw
intimacy was a great improvement from the unreliable sessions in the shower
and the dead-end kissing at night. He enjoyed them but perhaps it was about
time for his release. He did want Perry so badly. He let him continue. Soon
his cock was stiff hard from the groping. Even though Michael was wearing
woven boxers, they failed to keep his cock down. Perry's hand seemed to ignore
the fabric as they gripped the pole with determination, stroking it down hard.
Michael looked down to the area of arousal, the rising and falling of the
blanket was satisfying but what was happening underneath would be more pleasing
to watch, so he grabbed the blanket and threw it off the bed. Perry continued
with his assault on Michael's cock. Michael looked at Perry's thin body and
in his small boxers, his cock hardened as he breathed in the view. The fabric
of his boxers became a limitation to his pleasure so he used his thumbs to
dig at the sides and bent his legs forward to push them off. Perry responded
by letting go and he got off the bed and shimmied out of his own boxers. The
cold air spanked Michael's bottom as he lifted it to pull the boxers off his
ankles. Perry kneeled onto the bed and he walked on his knees towards Michael.
Perry's dick was flaccid and it jiggled tauntingly in front of Michael's seven
inch monster. Perry swung his right leg over Michael's waist. He sat down just
above Michael's crotch. Michael's cock got excited as it sniffed Perry's hole
and it drooled hungrily with pre-cum. Perry slid his butt back and Michael's
hard-on made contact as it felt the line of Perry's ass and was almost aligned
with it.
	This was the first time that Michael would have had anal sex with a
boy. He had experience pounding vaginas but entering Perry's hole would
something entirely different, he thought.
	Michael used his right thumb and index finger to grab the hilt of his
cock. He whacked the line of Perry's ass purposefully; making sure it was at
the hardest.
	"Are you ready?" He asked Perry. Perry nodded and lifted his butt
into the air. Perry had to raise it quite high to allow Michael's cock-head
to follow the line of his ass until it stopped at the opening. Perry breathed
in as he held his delicate butt cheeks with both hands. Michael used his left
hand to find Perry's hole and his right hand to guide his hard cock in the
right direction. Once locked into place, Michael used his left hand to push
down on Perry's smooth thighs. The entrance was too tight. Perry must be
resisting. It did not occur to Michael that this might be Perry's first time
being entered from behind. He stroked Perry's thigh, trying to assure him
that it was going to be alright. Perry nodded with puckered lips. Then Michael
felt the hole relax and his cock-head slowly slid in. Michael breathed hard at
the pleasure of the tight hole, whereas Perry held his breath. Perry pushed
down and he whelped as the large cock-head had made it past the ring of his
asshole. He breathed out and his abs crunched forward as the air left his
diaphragm. Perry let his hands grip loosen on his buttocks and fell forward;
his hands moved to his front and held Michael's side. Michael let Perry go at
his own pace until he was ready for Michael to take control. Perry closed his
eyes, winced at the pain in his rectum. This huge pole of flesh was stretching
his insides and he could hardly breathe naturally. His breaths were short and
rapid.
	"Take it easy, kid." Michael said as he breathed out.
	Holding his breath, Perry pushed down. Michael's cock slowly made
progress into the small hole. Perry jolted his buttocks in attempts to force
the huge cock in as much as possible. He couldn't take it any further. He
realised this and his chest fell forward. He released his breath and Michael
smelt and felt the heat of air on his chest hairs. Perry's hands now propped
on Michael's shoulders. Perry couldn't bear to sit on Michael's cock because
he found it difficult to get the whole length inside. He had about four inches
inside of him. Michael's cock bended, it wanted to be vertical but was forced
to curve as Perry leaned forward denying gravity to cause him more pain. The
under-length of Michael's cock stretched at the pressure. Perry found his
position on Michael where he felt he was safe from pain, like a balance of
pleasure and pain, he was in equilibrium between the two. He didn't want to
move but Michael did. Michael could only feel pleasure and he decided to take
control.
	He grasped Perry's sides and used them to indicate to Perry that he
wanted the ass to lift upwards. He pushed up and Perry's hole reluctantly
released their grip to let it slide. Perry breathed out as the foreign member
in his ass was leaving. When the ring met the glans, the head of Michael's
cock, Michael lifted his pelvis to slide his length back in. The air whooshed
out of Perry, his face scrunched with the pain of the cock being shoved back
into him, forcing his body to crunch forward. Michael repeated this and began
a rhythm that Perry would get accustomed to. Perry at first found the
experience breath-taking, every thrust took the air out of him, but soon
Michael could hear a distinguished moan of pleasure that murmured from Perry's
lips. Michael took this as a green light and then he thrust his cock faster
and tried to penetrate further. When Perry's moan turned into air on his face,
he knew that he'd reached the limit.
	Perry soon moved in union with Michael. His hole preparing for each
push and releasing at the right moment. Perry moved his hands from Michael's
shoulders and pushed up from Michael's pecs. The sudden change in movement
made Michael slow down his penetration. Perry used his knees and pushed them
closer to Michael's sides. This made him rise taller than before, Michael's
length struggled to stay in as it slid over the head, the ring lightly grasped
to the tip of the cock. Suddenly Perry squeezed and pushed down. Perry's head
rose and he moaned out loud. Michael felt Perry's hole attempt to squeeze the
cum right out as if he was squeezing ketchup from a bottle. Michael moaned at
the feeling. Perry was defiant; his buttocks tensed and shuddered as his hole
tried to maintain the hard grip around Michael's large member. Perry tried to
squeeze down the length but let go when he had three inches inside him, and he
started to ride Michael at his own pace. As Perry got into his own rhythm and
closed his eyes. He dug his fingers into Michael's pecs, grabbing so hard that
his fingernails scraped Michael's skin. Michael stared at Perry, who was in
his entranced rhythm, wondering if Perry realised that he was hurting him but
the pleasure was worthwhile in exchange for the pain. Perry caught the chain
in his fingers and he gripped onto them. The chain looked like the reigns to
a horse and Perry rode the hung horse. Michael was close to cumming. Perry
could feel Michael's hard-on grow in width even by just a few millimetres.
Perry knew that Michael was close to exploding his load inside him from their
experiences in the shower. Perry leaned forward, like a jockey would to make
the horse go faster, and he pushed the chain down. The chain grazed Michael's
neck and he looked at Perry whose eyes looked back. Their heads were so close.
Perry continued to massage Michael's cock with his hole. Michael stared at
Perry. The chain grew tighter around his neck. The air circulating through his
throat was struggling to get past the restriction like a dam had been built
in his throat; his face started turning blue. Michael didn't understand why
Perry was doing this. Did Perry realise that he was choking him? Perry
continued to ride him but was the strangling necessary?
	Perry smiled. The smile scared Michael half to death and with the
chain around his neck; death would be sooner than he could think. Little
bursts of carbon dioxide escaped his mouth as his body used up the last batch
of oxygen he had last breathed in. Michael's vision became blurred and they
couldn't focus on Perry's eyes and they looked up at the bland ceiling. All
the colours blurring into grey. His body tensed up and his cock expanded
inside Perry. The cum squeezed through his seven inches and found the exit at
the end of the journey through the shaft. The cock-head exploded and Perry's
inside was given a slick new coat of spunk which slid between Perry's insides
and along Michael's cock. The cum had nowhere else to go so it pushed against
the Michael's shrinking member to make its great escape.
	Michael had no reason to let the boy continue. He pushed up and Perry
was thrown off the bed and landed onto the floor with a loud thud. A squirt of
cum hit the sheets as Perry's hole was so forcefully removed from its position
upon Michael's cock. Michael gasped for air. He pulled the chain forward so
that it didn't prevent air from flowing freely into his throat. His vision
was slowly returning. He blinked furiously to try to make his vision clearer
but it didn't help. His cheeks started to gain its colour back and the blue
began to fade.  His vision was still blurry and he couldn't make out where
Perry was. Maybe Perry was going to hurt him. Michael sat up to try to see
what was happening. He sat there still and frightened, letting his body
recover from the asphyxiation.  He saw the outline of Perry crawling on the
floor. Michael heard Perry sobbing, almost close to crying but he felt no
shame in his actions. The boy was out of his mind.
	"What the fuck was that!?" Michael managed to say trying to reserve
as much breath possible.
	"Fuck you, you bastard!" Perry looked up. His cheeks were raised and
tears flowed out from his scrunched face.
	"What the fuck is your problem, kid!?" Michael had enough of this
emotional garbage. "If you have a problem, say it out now or..."
	"Or you'll beat me up like you did to Kimberly?" The statement was
cold and it hurt Michael to hear it from the innocent boy's mouth like a
knife in the back.
	"What did you say?" Michael heard him clearly the first time but he
just wanted to make sure before he took any drastic action.
	"You're a fucking woman beater!" Perry screeched. "No doubt you would
have done the same to me."
	The noise that they were making would have woken up neighbours at
this time in the morning without a doubt. Realising this and the potential
police call that might ensue, also with the confrontation between the two of
them transitioning from physical to verbal meant that he was no longer in
uncontrollable danger,  Michael lowered his tone. Perry got up slowly and
went to pick up his clothes, putting them on as he found them.
	"What are you on about? I would never hurt you."
	"You liar!" Perry shouted as he left the room in his boxers, t-shirt
and socks.
	"Where are you going? We're not done talking boy."
	Perry slammed the bedroom door.
	"I hate you, you bastard!"
	Michael shook his head at this uncontrolled situation. He looked
around for his boxers. He wanted to sort this out quickly but efficiently so
that he could go to sleep and they'd never speak about it again. Where were
his boxers? He could hear Perry moving quite quickly in the hallway as the
room had poor sound prevention, Michael could hear every footstep. He found
his boxers camouflaged in the discarded blanket. He slipped them on. It was
like a drill as if was late for work. He looked frantically around the room
for last night's clothing. The cold air bit into him, sending goose bumps all
over his body. He couldn't see his clothes; he decided to put on some new
ones. He opened his wardrobe. The front door slammed. Michael quickly grabbed
a jumper, jogging bottoms and socks. He put them in that order. He quickly
glanced at the time. It made him want to return to bed and go to sleep but he
felt the need to sort this problem out. He grabbed his keys. He didn't need
his wallet but grabbed it just in case.
	Michael stuffed his feet into his trainers. He turned off the lights.
No sooner than he opened the front door, the cold air from the open window of
corridor rushed inside and he shivered at its brutality. He closed the door
behind him with a slam. Michael looked at the closed doors of his neighbours.
Even though the noise they made echoed throughout, he guessed that they either
knew that there was an argument which ended up with both sides slamming the
door behind them or that they would rather lay in their warm beds and try get
back to sleep.
	Michael gripped his forearms, in an attempt to keep warm, as he ran
down the stairs.


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<~~ Chapter 10 ~~>


	Michael turned the heat up in his car. The cold caused his breath to
condense considerably inside his car. Visibility was poor and it would make
finding Perry hard to find. There were no cars driving at this time and he
found that it was a blessing to be able to freely search for Perry without
stopping for traffic. Perry had nowhere to go, Michael thought. Did he have
someone Michael didn't know where he could stay for the night? No, he'd run
away from foster care. Maybe a relative then? Very unlikely. Michael's eyes
scanned the pavements for the boy. Did he have money to buy food? Then maybe
he'd be at the chippies. Michael decided to check it out.
	Driving along the familiar street, Michael saw lone figures standing
in specific places along the street. It had been a long while since he'd been
on the scene and used the services they offered. Ever since Perry had entered
his life, his interest for the prostitutes and even hustlers faded. The
figures would look up intrigued by the slow moving vehicle but then sigh and
lean back on the wall or lamppost waiting for their next customer. Perhaps
Perry decided to hustle and hitched a ride with a complete stranger. It
sounded ironic but Michael hated the thought of Perry in another man's car.
Michael drove around the block twice to make sure that he didn't miss Perry.
What if Perry had went into a building? Then there would be no way of finding
him and this whole excursion was for nothing. What if Perry returned to the
flat? He'd be standing in cold corridor waiting as the freezing gust blew in
from the window. Michael was glad for the heating as it warmed the car up and
caused the condensation to disappear. Michael became weary with the warm
feeling and he yawned. He shouldn't get too comfortable. He decided to open a
window to alert his senses voluntarily and to ask a nearby hustler about
Perry.
	"Have you seen a boy about your age walking the streets?"
	"Mate, I'm way better for you. I'll match his prices." The boy wore a
hood and seemed shifty on the spot. He looked into the car and nodded. He
hunched forward, trying to keep warm, and probably wanted to get into the
warmer car. The answer Michael received was not what he wanted but he realised
that it was probably not the boy's fault either.
	"No, I mean, my... he's about your height, he might be in a hoody
or..." Michael didn't really know what Perry was wearing as he had left so
abruptly. "He's got gold, brownish hair." Michael used his hands to motion
the length.
	"Hmmm. Maybe mate."
	"What do you mean `maybe'?" Michael replied sharply. "You've either
have or you haven't."
	"Let's just say, you've probably wasted time that I could be with
real men..." The boy looked around him. "And time is money, mate."
	Clearly he was asking for money. Michael was glad that he did bring
his wallet. He looked inside and found two five pound notes. He picked one
and handed it over. The boy just looked at him.
	"Fine." Michael got the other note and put it in the boy's awaiting
hand. "That's two condoms worth." Michael remarked snidely.
	"You only get condoms if you fuck me."
	"I don't want condoms you runt. Just tell me where he went."
	"He went down that way." The boy pointed down the street. "Weird one,
he was mate. Don't know why you'd want him for."
	"What?"
	"He has a bottle with him and he kept touching his eyes."
	"Bottle of what?"
	"Don't know mate. Anyway, you got what you want. Move along now, fella.
You're blocking out potential customers."
	"If I don't find him and find out you made this shit up, I'm coming
back for you."
	The boy shrugged uncaringly. Michael shook his head and closed the
window and drove in the direction that the boy had given.

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	This place looked familiar to Michael. He'd not driven over the bridge
before. It was a short bridge like the ones in fairytales where the troll
lived under it but probably a bigger version. It was at least two storey's
high. He saw him. Perry was sitting on the edge. The condensation had returned
a bit from his conversation with the hustler. He drove close to the pavement.
He pressed the horn and he could see Perry's head outline look up. Michael
didn't want to leave the warm car. Perry didn't seem to move but continued
looking at the car. Maybe he didn't know it was Michael, but he's seen his
car before. Michael sat there. He couldn't really be sure it was Perry either.
The boy stood up and bent over to pick something up. He walked closer but not
in the main view.
	Suddenly a splash of liquid hit the windscreen. The boy continued
throwing this liquid over the car. Michael heard it splash and drool all over
like rain. Michael opened his door and stuck a leg out to stand up. The liquid
hit him and he could smell it now. The smell of kerosene attacked his nose and
he tried to wipe it off his face. He looked at the boy. Perry was gushing the
kerosene onto the car and supposedly not caring that Michael was in the splash
 radius. Perry finished off by pouring the rest of the bottle's content over
his head and it slithered and squirmed and soaked his body entirely. His
clothes, that barely protected him from the chilling cold, were now soaked in
kerosene. The sight of Perry acting this way shocked Michael so greatly that he
stood and watched; trying to understand what was going on. Perry threw the
empty bottle, that had familiar company markings on it, and it bounced a few
times before stopping.
	"So nice of you... to join me." Perry said. He was shaking so profusely
 that he found it hard to speak without shivering. Now that there was liquid
over him, it probably made him even colder than before, Michael couldn't
imagine how Perry had been able to get this far without wanting to go back for
more clothes but he guessed that it didn't matter to Perry.
	Perry went back to his sitting location and picked up another bottle.
Michael stood behind the door, like a cop to a criminal; he didn't want to
cause any sudden or drastic actions or movements and tried to reason with the
boy.
 	"What are you doing Perry?" Michael asked firmly.
	"Just enjoying... the view... Micky."
	That name... Michael had not heard anyone call him that for a long
time...
	Perry lifted the green bottle.
	"Care for some... gin?" Perry put the rim above his mouth and let the
liquid fall carelessly over his mouth. The gin spilled out of his small mouth
and flowed over his chest.
	"Perry, what's wrong with you!" Michael couldn't stand watching the
innocent, wonderful boy he once knew turn tainted in front of his eyes.
	Perry spat out the remaining gin in his mouth onto the floor before
him.
	"Nothin'sh wrong... with me." Perry closed his eyes and he moved back
as if he the gin threw a punch at his face. But he straightened. He opened his
eyes and they glared at Michael.
	"You're not thinking right. You need help."
	"I said... nothing's wrong with me!" Perry countered sharply. "Or
maybe there is something wrong with me... my blood..." Perry lifted his arm
and looked at the stitches.
	"Perry, stop this."
	"Stop what!?"
	"Stop this. Let's go home."
	"Home?"
	"Yes... home." Michael outstretched a hand into the cold air. "Come.
It's really cold. You're freezing. I'm freezing. It's warm in the car and it's
even warmer at home."
	"I've..." Perry shivered and his teeth chattered as a fierce rush of
wind blew over him forcing his hair to fluster around. "Not been home... for
eleven years now."
	"Come on. Let's go to your new home."
	"What was wrong with my old one?"
	"Your mum left you."
	"No!" Perry screamed.
	A cold chill ran down Michael's spine.
	"She didn't... leave me... She was taken... away."
	Michael noticed Perry's eyes become watery as they glistened in the
lamplight but he did not cry.
	"I'm sorry to hear that."
	"Are you?"
	"Yeah I am."
	"Are you sorry... for what you did?"
	"What?"
	"Eleven years ago..."
	Michael thought back. What happened eleven years ago? That was the
year he was sent to jail. The year he had accidently killed his girlfriend
Kimberly. He was ashamed. When he woke up the next day, he had found her
lying on the floor. When he was arrested, he vowed never to drink
irresponsibly again.
Something shot into Michael's head like a bullet to the brain. He recalled
the argument that they had in the flat. Perry said something about Kimberly
getting beaten... In all the time that Perry and Michael spent together,
Michael had never mentioned that Kimberly was beaten to death. How could Perry
possibly know?
	"I didn't turn around..." Perry continued. The clouds grumbled as
thunder echoes around them.  Michael must have phased out from what Perry was
saying but he knew now as the truth struck him down like a lightning bolt from
God to punish him for his sins. Perry. Perry was his son. He looked at Perry.
 He shook his head in denial. This was too much for him. The emotions inside
him were having a battle and he could not figure who to side with. As if his
heart having this emotional struggle was not enough, his mind was producing
more questions than he can handle. Did he love Perry as a lover or did he hate
Perry for lying to him and keeping this a secret all this time, letting himself
fall for him like a trap, only to bombard him like this? Did Perry want him as
a lover or a dad? Probably nothing at all, given that he'd carried all this
hate for him all this time.
	"Now you know... dad." Perry said with sadness in his voice.
	Michael didn't know how to approach this. They couldn't be together.
What they did together was wrong. He couldn't believe that this was how he
would re-unite with his son in this way and had his son in his bed... He shook
his head. He would have to take the boy back to his flat either way. He didn't
want to see his boy leave his life on these terms.
	"Son..." Michael managed to say. The word chimed a thousand times in
his head and he almost blacked out. "You have to come back to... my flat and
we'll sort this out."
	Perry stood there shivering. He didn't move.
	"You're cold. We'll go home and get you in a nice hot bath." Michael
said. He realised that his paternal instincts had taken over. The other Michael
was locked into a small chest and thrown back into the closet. He felt the
boy needed a father figure rather than a... lover. Besides he needed to
rebuild his relation with his son, which he realised looked strikingly like
Kimberly now that he knew the truth, and they needed each other if they were
to figure things out.
	Perry's right hand shook as it went into his pocket. He took out a
box of matches. Michael's heart leapt. He closed the door, ready to pounce on
Perry, just in case he decided to do something incredibly dangerous. Perry
threw the matches over and they hit the floor near Michael's feet. Michael
picked them up, calming down.
	"Light a match... to show that you love me."
	"I do...you're my son."
	"Light a match to keep us warm. That will prove to me that you love
me!"
	They were both drenched in kerosene. A spark of a match would set
them both alight.
	"No I won't son."
	Perry shook his head. The tears that were glistening in his eyes were
now leaking down his cheeks.
	"Nobody puts baby in the corner."
	Perry turned and he ran to the edge, stepped up and jumped.
	"Nooooooooooo!" Michael screamed. There was a smash. He ran to the
edge and looked over. He saw Perry. Perry was not moving. The green bottle of
gin smashed beside the body. Michael cried out loud. His tears were dropping
below and hitting the ground next to Perry. His vision was getting blurry
because of his tears. He looked in his hands and looked at the match box.
Without thinking he pushed the inside compartment out and grabbed a match.
He was so grieved that he wanted to satisfy Perry's last wish. Even if Perry
was no longer here to see it, he wanted to join Kimberly and Perry; he wanted
to prove that he loved them and that he was sorry.
	The tears of God started falling heavily above him. Michael looked up
and the cold rain splashed onto his face.
	"Noooooo!" He lifted the match and hit the match against the rough
edge of the box. A light flickered but was immediately doused by the rain. He
grabbed another and he ran to the pool of kerosene and kneeled. He struck the
match against the edge but it failed to light. He cried uncontrollably and
sobbed and shuddered in the cold rain. He hunched forward on his knees and
let his head hit the ground. He failed. The matches were too wet and the rain
had rinsed and diluted the kerosene. He was a failure. He didn't want to die.
He only wanted to catch the train to join his son in heaven. Now he was too
late. He cried; the rain drowning out his cries of sorrow. He fell to his
sides and he curled up into the foetal position. He grasped his hands together,
 hoping to God, that he could be taken but the rain poured and poured and he
was not taken.




				~THE END~


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<~~ Epilogue ~~>


	Michael Green was found by a morning jogger. He was taken immediately
taken to hospital and diagnosed with primary hypothermia. Perry's body was
also found. A police investigation was made and the two incidents were closely
linked when questions were asked around in the local area. An eye witness
testified that the man, identified by photograph, paid him to tell him the
whereabouts of the boy in question around the time of death of the boy. The
eye witness was awarded a small sum of cash. The leading officer in charge of
the investigation waited for Michael to recover at hospital and consequently
arrested him for the murder of Luke Simmons and attempted arson of crucial
evidence at the crime scene. When Michael was interrogated, he did not deny
the charges set against him. The jail psychologist stated to the court that
Michael was in a terrible state of grievance and that he was not in the right
mind for the trial. The jury found him guilty for manslaughter. His mother did
not attend his trial.
	Michael was sent to jail. Three inmates were found murdered with cuts
to their throats in the laundry room. No witnesses were found to identify the
murderer.
	Michael was found hung to his room lighting. The locket chain that he
used to hang himself was sent along with his other possessions to his mother.
Becky Green cried when she opened the envelope.


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Thanks for reading!

This story is an inspired interpretation of the song:
'Nobody puts baby in the corner'by Fall Out Boy.

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My previous written story about a skater boy split between two loves...

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