Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 03:50:31 -0800
From: Rick Beck <bjwalkerjr@37.com>
Subject: Billie Joes Journal 14

Thanks to BP for editing assistance.

Because of the nature of this chapter, it's necessary to mention that this
author in no way endorses the exploitation of children under any
circumstances.

Billie Joe's Journal

Chapter 14
The City

	Earl continued to educate me all over his house. We studied in the
kitchen, and on the stairs, and in the basement while doing laundry one
afternoon. We studied in the bathroom, and on the porch, and once in the
car. Earl had a sexual appetite equal to my own. He had managed to erase
another guilt I'd developed once I had found out once wasn't enough.

Perhaps Earl awakened me to some of the answers I was looking for. Sex
wasn't anything like was portrayed on television and in the movies, nor was
it anything like what was described in the classroom or the pulpit, not for
me anyway. Sex wasn't about courting and marriage, though it can be about
that for some people but not all. There was me and Earl and probably others
that felt sex was part of life and we wanted to deal with it on our own
terms and not as prescribed for us by those who prescribed so much for our
daily solace.

	I had found out that sex is a force living inside of us. It changes
according to our individual needs and in accordance with those people we
are with. We are all different with unique appetites and desires. Everyone
isn't cut out to be a parent or a father, but that doesn't mean you don't
have a sexual appetite you need to satisfy. The more you deny yourself the
joy of sex, the greater the hunger burns, in my case anyway. I had found
myself wondering if there was an opposite side to that coin and Earl seemed
more than willing to help me find an answer to that question.

	He had already taken care of any question I had about my physical
limitations concerning my sexual capacity. Twice he got me off a second
time without giving me any time for regrouping. Before leaving Minnesota I
jacked off twice in a row a few times and I knew my needs were changing as
I matured. The idea I could have four orgasms in a day with someone like
Earl had never occurred to me. Exhaustion and the sleep that followed
seemed to be the other major change in my usual routine, but then again, I
found even sleep led to sex with Earl, who had no inhibition about waking
me with his mouth.

	I also learned that can't wasn't a word in Earl's vocabulary. The
experience was always enjoyable but it became even more exhausting after a
few days. Everything seemed to lead up to or away from sex while I was with
him and there were no obstacles preventing us from stopping in the middle
of what we were doing to go at one another. We didn't have to go out and we
didn't need to get dressed, so we were often led to it while doing
something quite innocent.

As much as Earl taught me I knew I didn't love him or even feel intense
toward him once the passions drained off my lust. I liked him and he was
available any time the mood struck. After a few days it was merely a
biological response to a stimulus. I did it because I could and at times
because I wanted to see if I could again.

	He was such an easy going person that I didn't need to worry about
him turning on me but I thought too much sex can wear out your feeling for
someone, or maybe it just makes you numb to less intense feelings. These
days with Earl changed my concepts of sex and love. I think those were the
days that allowed me to separate sex from love while still believing that
good sex was an important part of loving.

	That was another lesson Earl taught me. I realized what I felt for
Raymond was pure lust. That became something else after we'd spent those
life and death moments in the woods of Oregon. His red hair, uncut penis,
smooth skin was a novelty that pulled my trigger big time. I'd never met
anyone like him. When he kept coming on to me, I was drawn to the mysteries
he represented. With Sven I'd been curious about how such a straight guy
could become so enraptured by someone as gay as Raymond.

	I'd always been too ashamed or afraid to let anyone see my penis
and after being with Carl, I was sure I was embarrassingly small. With
Raymond and Earl both telling me I wasn't small at all my shame about the
size of my penis had dwindled. I didn't know I was taking baby steps that
would be beneficial at a later time, but things were changing each time I
met someone new.

	Earl kept reminding me to be careful and he tried to give me money
during the harrowing drive toward San Francisco. I told him it would be
like giving me a million bucks if he'd just keep his eye on the road, his
hands on the wheel, and the car on the road. The crazy part about this was
everyone on the highway was driving just like he was. They jerked their
cars from lane to lane, sped up and slowed down abruptly without warning,
and frequently were driving off the road surface. The only substantial
difference I could see was that Earl did these things at forty miles an
hour while everyone else was doing like ninety. It must be a California
thing.

	I sat in the middle of the seat and held Earl's hand once we were
on slow moving city streets. It was a little like the night before I left
Ingmar's truck. This was both thrilling and frightening and if nothing
else, Earl represented safety and comfort. I wouldn't know these people
where he was dropping me off and it was going to be like starting all over
again.

	The house stood high up on a hill. Everything seemed to stand high
up on a hill. The sun was starting to set and I could see Alcatraz way down
by the bay. As high as the house was, we had to still walk up two flights
of stairs to get to the front door. It made me dizzy looking down the
hill. How could anyone sleep on a slant like that?

	A rotund middle aged man answered the door after Earl's knock.

	"Earl, baby. Mother's been waiting up for you. So hard keeping her
eyes open this time of night. Getting old you know."

	"It's only seven-thirty. I've found sleep helps, Dennis. You still
watching television all night?"

	"You know all my secret's Earl. John-boy, our company's here."

	Dennis held the door as I followed close behind Earl. He smiled
sweetly when I made eye contact and I quickly looked away. He was dressed
in white shorts and a black T-shirt with some ancient design. It hugged his
formidable belly in an ugly way. He hadn't shaved in several days or
perhaps he was going for that Miami Vice look. There was gray hair in his
beard and around each ear.

	John was wiping his hands on a T-towel and charged toward us. He
was a somewhat smaller version of Dennis, but his appearance struck me as
strangely similar to the other man.

	"Just fixing some desert for our wayward child. You do know I can't
have any more children, since you left us dear, and how's our Prince
today?"

	"I'm great John. This is Billie Joe Walker Jr. He's the young man
I've been telling you about."

	"Robbing the old cradle are we Earl?" Dennis said following us into
the living room. I felt his eyes on my butt and there was a sickly feeling
just under my breastbone.

	"He's more man than anyone I've met in years, Dennis. He's older
than he looks."

	"We aren't harboring a fugitive are we now, Earl? If this is Bonnie
or Claude, or a Dillenger in training, you'd tell us wouldn't you dear?"

	"Dennis, will you get off it. I told you the story, now do you want
to give him a safe place to crash or do you want to bust my balls? I think
he's too young and too naive for these streets, but I can't get him to stay
with me another minute. I've tried. I've offered him everything but the
family jewels."

	"You do have it bad. He must be something. The Prince never needs
anyone as I recall. If the youngster wants to see the city and needs a
place to sleep, he's found it. Range rules: You are in the house by
10p.m. Doors are locked and we are in bed after that and you're on your
own. You will be here at 8a.m. for breakfast so we know you're still among
the living, and then you can do as you please. Them's the house rules,"
John said. "For someone your age, those are generous hours, son. You look
like I should be tucking you in about now."

	"I'm older than I look," I said firmly.

	"Oh, you're fourteen? Well, that's different."

	"If he wanted to be hassled I'm sure he could have stayed home,"
Earl said.

	"That's right, John. Bill, the rules are optional in your
case. We'd appreciate you being in the house after ten and we won't worry
about you. We'd like to know you start the day with a good healthy
meal. That's the only reason why we like breakfast together. If that suits
you I think we've got a deal."

	"I don't have any problem with that," I said.

	Dennis seemed to have a twinkle in his eye I didn't care for and he
was way too agreeable.

	"What are your plans, dear?" Dennis asked.

	"I want to drive him around and show him what part of the gay area
to avoid and where to go to find the nicest people. I'll show him the safe
houses in case he gets into trouble. That's all I can do. We'll be back by
ten."

	"You can stretch it a bit tonight. It's Friday after all. John and
I go wild on Friday nights. We've rented the latest porn from the Eastern
Block. I just adore those hairless uncut boys, don't you? Not much new
coming out of France these days."

	"Everyone does, Dennis. I don't think it is Billie Joe's cup of
tea. He's into the tactile."

	"You are the one who would know, dear."

	I wasn't sure exactly what was being said, but I would have that
feeling much of the time I was around gay people. They had their own
language and used words I didn't understand. I just tried to ignore what I
wasn't sure about.

	The City was alive with activity. We drove down to the first cross
street and made a right, and in five minutes Earl was giving me the tour of
the gay section. People were on the move and were dressed in some pretty
crazy outfits. I'd never seen anything like it in Minnesota. The tour
lasted for thirty minutes and we returned to the house. The door was
unlocked and there was a note on the table for Earl to show me to his old
room, and for him to lock the door when he left.

	It was still early, and I wondered what I'd do all evening. Earl
took me up the stairs and down to the end of the hall. He opened the door
into a very nice room. There was a television, VCR, stereo, complete with
CD's, cassettes, and one cupboard that was filled with videos. Earl took me
over to the bed and we lie down together and added that to the places we'd
made out during the week. The cool sheets felt good against my skin, and I
fell asleep as Earl left to go to the bars to see some old friends.

	"Up, up, youngster. Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes. Your
bathroom is next door. It's a nice sunny day for you to go a wandering."

	John was too damn cheerful for that hour. He sang the words and I
tried to force my eyes open.

	There were two towels, a wash cloth, and a new bar of soap on the
side of the tub. I adjusted the fine flow of the shower to my liking. I put
on my jeans and the Forty Niner T-shirt. Dennis was seated in the far
cornier near the big picture window reading the paper as I passed through
the living room. His feet were curled up under him, and his legs were as
chubby as the rest of him. I mumbled good morning and sped past going into
the kitchen in time to have John hand me some jars.

	"On the table, Billie Joe. Sit down. Coffee, tea, or meeilk?"

	"Coffee please."

	"Cream and sugar I suppose. We never use it. Clogs the
arteries. I'll bring it with the coffee. Sit. Sit. Make yourself at home."

	John danced around the kitchen like I imagined a chef would. If
Earl cooked with an economy of motion, John cooked with a flare. He used
wide arm motions and dashed and slashed with seasons and items he added to
whatever he was fixing at the time. He grated cheese from a large block and
ate half of what he cut.

	I wasn't sure about these guys. I knew what Earl said but I knew
what I felt. I would be careful. The food was fine. No one acted like they
were all that thrilled about me being there. John continued to call me
youngster, and Dennis started calling me B.J., in the kind of way you are
saying one thing while mean quite another. I pretend I didn't notice.

	John continued to be friendly and effervesced all over the house. I
noticed Dennis watching me a couple of times. He may have been harmless
enough but those twinkles in his eyes didn't make me feel any better.

	"Come, youngster. I'm walking over to the organic food market. I'll
show you some safe places where you might find people your age. You've got
to be careful who you take up with. They are on the street, and they will
take advantage if you want to let them. In plain English, they're a bunch
of thieves. Be careful not to trust them or give them any money."

	I got a somewhat different tour from John than I'd gotten from
Earl. He knew storefronts where they helped runaway kids, and others that
were there to help the homeless kids. There was a drug abuse clinic and a
meeting place for gay youth. He took me inside the door. It was
empty. There was a pool table with the felt ripped, and there were other
tables and chairs scattered around. There was an old television with rabbit
ears that had foil wrapped around them. There was a radio blasting music in
the background, but there was no gay youth.

	"It's a bit early for the natives but by noon this becomes their
meeting place."

	I went with John to a store run by a polite elderly Chinese man. He
seemed overly friendly and he knew John who asked him about different
things. He introduced me as his houseguest and that got me a smile and a
nod. I carried the bags for him until we got almost back to the house. John
turned and took the bags and handed me a five-dollar bill.

	"I don't want this. You're giving me a place to stay, John. The
least I can do is carry your bags for you."

	"Take it. I want you to have a good lunch. Save your money in case
you need it. I'll leave things out for your dinner. We'll probably be in
bed by the time you're home. Try not to be too late and lock the
door. Dennis will get up and check, so if you don't want a lecture in the
morning, 'nough said. You've got the phone number if there's trouble. Have
a good time, and be careful."

	John trotted off with more energy than a middle age man ought to
have. I stuffed the money in my pocket. I'd never been given money by
anyone but my parents. I had earned money mowing lawns and baby sitting,
but since leaving home everyone had tried to give me money. I remembered
what Raymond had told me about that and it made me feel better.

	The foot traffic seemed light. The gay area had a totally different
feel and look in the morning. I saw some guys my age but they were pretty
grubby looking. Not the kind of people I'd be comfortable with. They leaned
together and talked near what looked like an abandoned building.

	The lines of cars that had been there the night before had been
reduced to an occasional car turning on the street where I walked. The din
from the night before was missing and it was relatively peaceful. I passed
the bars, restaurants and bookstores as I walked. A middle aged man bumped
into me coming out of one shop. He was holding a box with a movie I thought
he just rented and he gave me a big smile.

	"Excuse me, handsome! I'm going for breakfast, want to come along?"

	"No thank you."

	"I'd make it worth your while. I've got a great tape here, and we
can watch and well, do whatever it is you do. You're too cute to be out
alone."

	"No thanks"

	I backed away as I talked. I felt his eyes on me. I shivered and
turned up the collar on my jacket as I rushed away.

	There was a small coffee shop on the next corner. I ducked in and
had more coffee. I was already dancing in my shoes from four cups at
breakfast but I liked the taste and needed a break from my tour. The man
who I was trying to avoid came to the window and peered in. A boy came and
sat down in front of me to block the view.

	"That creep trying to get in your pants kid?"

	"I don't know. I think he followed me," I said, alarmed.

	"He's a chicken hawk. He's harmless but they tell me he's
strange. Stay away from that one is my advice. You're new."

	"Just visiting my uncle over a few blocks."

	"I'm Harvey. I live here."

	He reached out a less than clean hand, and I shook it still looking
around. It occurred to me that Harvey had been one of the boys standing in
front of the abandoned building when I had passed.

	"Do you have a name kid?"

	"Billie Joe. Sorry. My minds elsewhere."

	"Don't let that creep bother you. He ain't nobody. I'll watch your
back a while if he worries you."

	I asked Harvey if he wanted a cup of coffee. I used the change in
my pocket to pay for it. A guy with a dirty white apron brought it.

	"Thought I told you I didn't want you hanging in here boy. You
drink up and get out," the man said harshly as he half wiped our table.

	"Sorry if I'm hurting your chair, Mister," Harvey said
sarcastically. "Don't you have to treat customers with a little respect or
something. I'm a customer too."

	"Just drink up. I don't need your kind of customer."

	He held the cup with both hands and both hands were equally
dirty. His fingernails were long and collected more dirt. His face was
dirty. I thought I could smell him but wasn't sure. He studied the inside
of his cup.

	"Illinois. Chicago maybe."

	"Me? Minnesota," I said, refuting his guess.

	"I could tell by the accent. I'm pretty good at it."

	"Where are you from?"

	"Texas."

	"You're family move out here?" I asked.

	"No, my family wouldn't be caught dead out here. That's why I'm
here."

	"You don't get along?"

	"They tossed me out a year ago. I was fifteen way back then. I'm
much older now."

	"I'm fifteen. Almost sixteen," I caught myself and bit my tongue
for telling him my age. "Why did they throw you out?"

	He looked into his cup before looking at me through sad blue eyes.

	"Didn't get along."

	"Why'd you come to San Francisco?" I asked.

	"I'd heard stories. Thought this is where I belonged."

	"Is it?"

	"Hell no. I don't belong anywhere. I'm too old to get any real
help, and too young to get a job. I'm just about right for people like that
creep to amuse him for awhile."

	"You go off with guys like him."

	"Nah! I like the older guys. They're harmless and sometimes
generous. It's cool."

	"Oh!" I said.

	"You gay? That's why I got kicked out."

	"You tell them you were?" I asked and was all ears.

	"No. They caught me with my uncle. We were out in his camper. My
old man opened the door and caught his brother feeding me the old Polish
sausage up my tailpipe. He'd always told me to knock, guess he should have
taken his own advice."

	"Bummer," I said.

	"It was bound to happen. We'd been going at it since I was
thirteen. My old man yanked me out of the back of that camper with my pants
down to my ankles and my dick swinging in the breeze. He told me to pull up
my pants and get my ass out of there pronto or he'd kill me."

	"How did you make it."

	"I caught a ride out here and the rest is ancient history."

	"How long you been here?"

	"Almost a year now. What month is it? Summer, huh?"

	"Yeah, summer. Why don't you find someone to live with. Don't gay
guys want someone like you?"

	"I do. They like you for a few weeks, some a few days, the ones
that want to take the risk on you."

	"Risk?"

	"The law. Cops see you with some old dude, you're history and he's
doing time."

	"Doing time for helping you?"

	"Contributing, molesting, whatever they can come up with. You can't
take in street kids in this town if you're smart."

	"I'd think they'd want you off the street so you'd be safe," I
said.

	"Not if you're having sex and they know most gay men aren't picking
us up for the joy of it. The cops are paranoid about sex."

	"That can't be right," I said. "We come out here to find gay guys."

	"I suppose. They aren't really out here looking for no kids to
raise. I mean some will pick you up but they expect something for their
trouble. I would if I was them."

	"That's bogus. I thought gay guys would take care of gay kids."

	"Tell me about it. I thought guys would be dying to help me. I mean
I didn't mind the thought of the sex thing. I was ready to rock and
roll. It's just too dangerous for guys that want to help and we're flooding
the market. There isn't enough help and every day more of us show up. Every
gay kid gets thrown out thinks he'll come here and be a star."

	"The guys I'm staying with are cool," I said, feeling good after
listening to Harvey.

	"I thought you were staying with an uncle or something?"

	"No. I ran away. I hitched down from my brother's in
Seattle. Everyone's been pretty nice."

	"It's different on the road. There aren't so many of us. Some one
picks you up and wants to keep you. Here, the streets are full of
Harvey's. You take your pick and come back for another one later."

	"You ever been hurt."

	"Besides my old man? I been raped a couple of times. There's always
assholes. I been beat up a couple of times. Usually by other kids that want
something but it's mostly cool. I do okay. There's guys I watch their
back. There's guys they watch mine. And tourists like you that buys me
coffee."

	"What about the gay youth center? I was told kids go there. That's
pretty cool. No such place back home."

	"Sure they do. You got to be careful you don't end up with Social
Services climbing up your butt. That's the kiss of death out here. You
think the streets sound bad, those places are real bad. You end up with
twenty other kids and only the strong survive. Trust me on that one. No
matter where you go, someone is always stronger than you. You got to give
him what he's after to survive."

	"You mean other kids?"

	"Other kids, councilors, workers. You are no body in those
places. Lots of 'em want a piece of you. I got more sex inside a foster
homes than I ever got on the street."

	"Bummer!"

	"No kid, it's the way it is."

	I walked with Harvey. He showed me places where he hung out. He
showed me people. Especially he pointed out the ones to avoid. We saw the
creep again later. He saw me with Harvey and immediately drove off. I
didn't see him again.

	"When's the last time you had a motel room?"

	"A few weeks. I been sick. Couldn't turn no tricks. Got down and
now I'm too dirty for anyone that don't know me. I'll get better soon. I'll
get in on a shower. Clean up my clothes so I don't smell like this."

	"That might help," I said.

	"Everyone's had me once. Some guys come into town for me, but it's
hard to keep yourself up. There's places I know to go eat, and I stick with
my buddies if I ain't workin'."

	"Are they all gay? Your buddies?"

	"Some are. Some aren't. Most are here because they've got no place
else. They hear you can survive in the city."

	"What do you do for food when you don't have money?"

	"Dumpster dive. I eat good. I know the right restaurants where they
dump good stuff."

	"Sounds disgusting."

	"You live here awhile, kid. It'll sound like the Ritz."

	We walked down to the Gay Youth Center, and stepped inside the
door. There were a dozen kids of various ages and sizes standing
around. They all looked tougher than Harvey, even the girls. He didn't go
past the door, and I went back out with him.

	"If I could get you a shower and a meal, you want to go?"

	"Sure. What do you want for it? Blow? Handjob? My ass costs more
than a shower and food, you know." Harvey bargained with me as we
walked. "My dick's nice. Long and thin so it's good for fucking or getting
sucked. Whatever's your taste. Nothin' I got goes to waste."

	"That's gross. I want to get you a shower and a good meal. I think
the guys I'm staying with will go for it. I'll call and ask them. You got
to be cool. I don't want to piss them off."

	Dennis answered the phone with a yawn. I told him I had a friend
that needed a shower and a meal. He said to bring him up. I was
surprised. I thought John would go for it, but I was sure we'd have trouble
getting it past Dennie. He stood at the door and watched us coming up the
stairs.

	"Come on in. I'm Dennis."

	"This is Harvey. He's my friend."

	We went to the kitchen where John was making sandwiches and
stirring soup. He set down sodas and chips as he glided around us. The
sandwiches were three inches high and stacked with the most marvelous
collection of goodies. Harvey devoured his and a bowl of soup.

	"Well, let's get your friend a towel. He could use a good
scrubbing," Dennis said cheerfully.

	Harvey was tall and thinner than I thought. He had the same color
pubic hair as me but not as much of it. He closed the door to the bathroom
after giving up his clothes for a washing. I tossed them down to John who
was waiting for them.

	"You seen the movie collection, Bill. I bet this kid would like to
see a good movie. I'll get John to cook you up some popcorn. He will
probably want to bathe for awhile since he's so crusty. Let me set
something up you like and when he comes out you can watch together."

	Dennis suddenly seemed very friendly to me. I didn't expect him to
be nice to Harvey or to care about him seeing a movie. I guess I wasn't
always right about everyone. He just hadn't seemed that pleasant before. I
was glad Harvey was getting a nice reception. After selecting a couple of
movies, I went to my room to get out some of my clothes I thought he could
wear until his were done.

	After about fifteen minutes I started to wonder how long he was
going to be. I walked back downstairs but no one was around. I shrugged and
went back up so Harvey wouldn't be alone when his shower was done. I stood
at the door and listened but all I could hear was the running water. He
didn't strike me as the type who would need to shower for that long, but
what did I know. I decided to go back to my room but heard voices across
the hall. There was a crack in the door and I was unable to avoid looking
to see what I could see.

	Dennis stood naked beside the bed. Harvey was kneeling naked in
front of him giving him a blowjob while his still wet hair dripped water on
his face. John was positioned between Harvey's legs and his lips were in
the pubic hair that reminded me of mine.

	Dennis held Harvey's face in place and his fat cock stretched wide
the boy's narrow lips. His arms barely stretched around the hairy man's
middle. Both men were big and Dennis made two of Harvey. It made little
difference as the only part of the man Harvey seemed worried about was his
erection and he gave devoted service until Dennis grunted a few times,
seizing back the well-veined ruddy member. He jerked off on Harvey's face
and chest as the boy sat obediently, his smooth pale skin soaking up the
hot thick goo.

	Once Dennis was done John lifted Harvey up onto the bed on his
back. He held a hand under the back of each knee to elevate the boy's thin
legs. There was no hair near his ass. He was almost devoid of hair except
what was on his head and the tiny patch that encompassed his dick. The
teenager that had seemed so old to me before looked thirteen wedged between
his two hairy admirers.

	His dick had gone soft as quick as John deserted it. Now, the needy
man attached his mouth to the Harvey's bottom. Dennis sat on the bed and
pulled Harvey's face back on his flaccid penis. It was still fat but it
took Harvey no effort to get his lips down into the man's pubic
hair. Dennis leaned back with his hands flat on the bed as Harvey sucked
and John licked. The activity seemed tame until John stood and placed the
head of his cock on Harvey's brown hole. In a few seconds he had slid out
of sight.

	Now Harvey's knees were over John's shoulders as the fleshy hairy
butt tensed forward and eased back in fluid motion. I could not see his
face but judging by the speed and his posture, he seemed wed to the
activity. He neither moved at a punishing speed nor were his movements
agonizingly slow. He found some even ground and worked from there.

	There was no protest or any sign that Harvey found their linking
disagreeable. His jaws kept managing Dennis while his eyes stayed closed
and his arms were relaxed at his side. It was then that John leaned back on
his heels and long streams of semen shot out of him and up onto Harvey's
body. By this time Dennis' excitement had forced Harvey's mouth back off
all but the top quarter of his cock.

	In a minute Dennis was forcing two fingers into Harvey's butt while
the boy held his legs dutifully skyward. The man's cockhead was twice as
large as his buddies and it seemed a good idea to further widen the
receptacle before plunging forth. Harvey did finally make a noise as Dennis
replaced his fingers with the object Harvey's mouth had studied so
thoroughly.

	Dennis held Harvey's thighs as his hips thrust hard. Harvey slid on
the bed as the bigger man worked his asshole over in a vigorous way. John
watched intently as Dennis increased speed and intensity. Harvey's head
turned into John's lap and he sucked up the softened prick. John's one hand
massaged the collection of cum into Harvey's skin as the other hand held
his brown haired head close to his belly.

	The bed squeaked, the boy rocked and sucked, and the sweat started
to run down Dennis' back and into the crack of his ass. He took much longer
this time but finally yanked himself free and pulled down hard to release
the explosion of semen. More followed and Dennis deposited it on Harvey's
body until he finally could sit back and let the remainder of his
production to run down over his fat fingers.

	"That good enough?" Harvey asked.

	"Yeah," Dennis panted as Harvey scooped up a twenty-dollar bill
that lay on the corner of the bed.

	Harvey then took matters in hand and started pulling on his own
dick with the twenty clutched between his hand and his balls. It took a
half dozen strokes for him to get erect and another half dozen for the
watery spray to splatter between his nipples and down on his tummy. A few
more strokes and he sat up on the edge of the bed as cum ran down his body
toward his crotch.

	Harvey just stood limp. They bent him over the corner of the bed
and John stood behind him lubricating up his ass. John groaned loud as he
shoved himself into Harvey. Dennis put his finger to his lips and indicated
to John to be quiet. I knew what he was telling him.

	 I backed away from the door and returned to my room. I was shaking
for some reason. I wasn't at all turned on to the scene I had
watched. Before that time and place almost anything sexual got me
going. Even when I didn't want to be part of it I still got hard seeing
dicks and asses in motion. Watching sex usually made me dizzy and hot,
followed by an immediate need to find a place where I could jerk
off. However, what I had just seen made me feel a little sick in my heart
and I didn't know what had changed.

	I listened closely until I could hear Harvey in the shower
again. The sound of the shower stopped after five more minutes. The sound
of the curtain opening was louder than I expected it should be. I leaned
back on my pillow and tried to prepare myself for Harvey's arrival.

Up until now everyone I had met since going on the road had been pretty
cool, except for the man in the car with the smoked windows.

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