Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2002 12:57:18 -0700
From: Rick Beck <bjwalkerjr@37.com>
Subject: Billie Joes Journal 15

Thanks BP for editing assistance.

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03/23/02

Billie Joe's Journal

Chapter 15
Soft Kid/Hard Streets

	I lay there in the strange bedroom for what seemed like a long
time, thinking about what I should do. I'd brought Harvey there and now I
knew what I knew about my hosts because of it, and it seemed wrong for me
to stay there. I wasn't sure any longer how safe I was there.

	After a few minutes my door opened and he stood there drying
himself off unashamed. He'd walked from the bathroom to the bedroom
naked. How many sixteen-year-old boys would walk naked in a strange house?
Then I remembered they already knew all of his secrets and so it was no
longer necessary for him to hide his wares. He looked cleaner but I was
aware of the dirty little secret that their charade failed to hide from my
prying eyes.

	He made no attempt to cover up his spent skinny dick from me. I
would have hidden mine from him. He looked to make sure I was watching but
I was already determined to let him see no interest on my part. He looked
different now that he was cleaner. He'd just finished being fucked by two
old guys and I couldn't get beyond that image.

He wrapped the towel tightly around his skinny body and sat on the bed next
to where I lay. I wasn't sure I liked Harvey any more, not that I'd given
it much thought. I guess he could see my new attitude.

	"What? You were keen on me coming up here. Now you're acting like
I'm cuttin' in on your action. I can't get outa here until they give me my
clothes back. Sorry if that don't suit you."

	"Why did you let them do you like that," I said as I looked up at
him from the soft white pillow as he looked back over his shoulder at me.

	"Like what? No body does me like anything."

	"You know what. Don't play innocent. I saw it all. That's gross
letting them do that to you."

	"You're so high and mighty. So! Big fucking deal. I'll eat a couple
a days on this," he said, holding up the twenty as he was unfolding it for
my benefit. "Guys got to do what a guys got to do. Move over some and give
me some room."

	"How could you let those fat old men do that to you?"

	"At least they're clean fat old men and not trying to hurt me or
force me while takin' what they're after."

	"That's supposed to make it better?"

	"Nothing makes it better. It is what it is. They're better than
some I been with, you know. It didn't take long and I got a shower and
money out of it and they're even washing my clothes for me. I got the best
part of the deal."

	"I don't know. I know that's gross and I've done some shit myself,
but never with guys like that. Don't you have to like them first?"

	"Easy for you to say, you bein' set up so nice and all. You got a
bed and food to eat and they haven't come for it yet. They all come for
it. Don't doubt that, Billy boy. I might a bought you a little time is
all."

	"They aren't like that. I had a friend stayed here and he was
okay."

"Oh, They'll be coming for it because they're all like that. They can't
help themselves around pretty young boys. Besides, you got to know, no body
does nothin' for no one without expecting something for it. They'll have
you on your knees by tomorrow night if you want to keep this nice warm
bed."

"No way," I objected.

"On your knees or on the street. Them's the facts of life when no one wants
you. You got no where to go and they know it. You'll pay up. I would. We
got what they want, Billy boy. They got what we need. That's when you make
a trade. It's a business deal. You'll trade. You just don't know it yet."

	"I'll be on the street then."

	"How long you think you'll last out there? I'd give you a week
before you been raped at least once."

	"Fuck you."

"You got nothin' I want, Billie boy. I'll keep your offer in mind. I'd give
yeah a day but I wouldn't want to scare you. You're new meat. There'll be
your regular guys who pay a few bucks for it while you're still clean. Once
you ain't clean no more, it's mostly the weirdoes'll be after you after
that."

	"I won't sell it. Never!"

	"Never is a awful long time, Billy boy. I once could see that far
too."

	Harvey lay down on the space I'd put between us, placing his head
on half the pillow. His head was right next to mine and I could feel his
heat. His face almost was touching mine.

	"You got the AIDS?"

	"You want sex with me. That's the only reason you got to know
that."

	"I asked because I saw what you did. That's how you get it,
Harvey."

	"Not me. I don't worry about AIDS. I have nothing to worry about."

	"You got it."

	"I'm positive. Have been since eight months now. Been sick two
months this time. T cells are all gone my last visit. Under two hundred
they start writing out the paper."

	"What paper?"

	"Your death certificate. You are stupid. They fill it out and leave
off time and day."

	"You're dying?"

	"I prefer to think of it as taking that last big ride."

	"Are you being treated?"

	"Too young. They won't treat me without my parents or if I ain't a
playin' the Social Services game. First time I went to them for help I was
raped the first two nights I was in the group home."

	"They didn't stop it?"

	He turned his head and looked at me with a queer look on his face,
like he was checking to see if I was really there.

	"All night! Five six guys got what they wanted once we was locked
down for the night."

	"That's why you don't want to go to Social Services?"

	"You don't forget. Tore my ass up that first time. Couldn't walk
straight. They took a look at me and sent me to some clinic. That's when I
lit out on my own. The guy what took me needed a cup of coffee. I told him
I'd be fine on account I could hardly walk while we was waiting."

	"You never got treated after they raped you?"

	"Nah. Some old dude picked me up before I was out of the parking
lot. He took care of me for a few days. I took care of him. Seemed fair
enough. I sure didn't want to go back to servicing an entire group home
every night."

	"Is that how you got the AIDS? The night they raped you?"

	"I figure that's when I got hooked up with it. I never took it up
the ass until then. I never ate no jiz before either. I hadn't been on the
street very long. They were still paying just to blow me. I looked right
good before I got sick. Then I had to do more for less until I was doing
anything for almost nothin'."

	"That's awful."

	"I go around the world these days. Lucky for you, huh?"

	"You shouldn't be doing anything without protection."

	"Right!"

	"What do you do now?"

	"Die eventually. Hell, I ain't got nothin to live for. Why not? I
ain't tried that yet."

	"You scared?"

	Harvey turned his face to look at me but our faces brushed and we
were too close. I kissed his cheek and put my hand on his chest. I felt
like I wanted to cry for him. He put his hand on my hand but looked off
into the future.

	"You aren't afraid to touch me? I figured you'd be a scared now I
done told you."

	"I'm not scared."

	"Most don't want to be a touchin' me after I tell 'em."

	"What about Dennis and John?"

	"Those guys? They know the risk. If they don't they ought to. When
you play Russian Roulette, you got a figure your number'll come up sooner
or later."

	"That's bogus."

	"Ain't that the truth. Devine retribution I figure. You reap what
you sow my man. We all get what we deserve in the end. I guess I deserve
pizza today," he said, holding up his twenty. "My old man told me I was
going to hell 'cause a bein' gay. He knew his shit, you know. I got what I
deserved. Dennis and John got what they asked for. That's why there's us
and them. It's all part a God's big plan."

	I hugged Harvey right there on the bed. I wanted to hate him. I
wanted to hate what he had done, because it did scare me. His father taught
him what hell and retribution. Now he passed on the lesson without
conscience or guilt.

	It just confused everything more than ever. I had been too long
sheltered from the real world. I lived in a fancy suburban home. I went to
a fancy school. I wore only name brand clothes. I got every thing I
wanted. Harvey and lord knows how many other kids were on the street, not
even knowing where the next meal would come from, having to do what they
had to do to get it. I no longer knew which world I belonged to.

	He rolled over and put his arms around me. He put his head on my
shoulder and cried softly until he fell asleep. I held him for a long time
after that but I couldn't like him. If I wanted any self-respect I couldn't
let myself like Harvey. I couldn't like him because I was suddenly fearful
that I might become him. The lines between my world and his had become that
blurred.

	Dennis came to the door, peaking through the crack. Two minutes
later he was back with John. I ignored them, pretending to sleep with
Harvey in my arms. My mind was a whirl with indecisiveness. The one thing I
was sure I felt, unsafe.

Harvey's erection pressed deep into my leg. An invitation, I wondered? It
didn't matter. Every erection that I came in contact with had been for me
until then, and I'd taken advantage of each one, except this one repulsed
me. He did not use it or act as though he might. He was lying still as
death. He breathed deep with his arms holding me in a gentle embrace.

				   *****

	As we left the house it was getting dark. I carried my bag and
heard Dennis yell,

	"Don't come after ten, and don't bring anyone else up here for us
to feed. Not unless we okay it first. You hear me?"

I couldn't go back to their house. John came to the door when I got to the
bottom of the steps. He waved and gave me a pleasant smile. It softened my
resolve some.

	"Wait, Harvey," I said, running back up to the door as Harvey
trotted ever onward.

	John cracked the door enough to hear what I had to say.

	"Because you been nice to me I'm telling you this. I don't care
about Dennis. Harvey's got the AIDS and I won't be back. I saw what you
done to him. I think it was wrong and I can't stay here."

	John's face took on a curious expression. It went from a smile to
concern to dread. The door stayed cracked as I jumped down the steps three
at a time. I grabbed my bag and ran to catch up with Harvey. We walked
along in silence and he kept looking at the twenty-dollar bill.

	"We're going to have pizza. That's what I want. You hungry? I'm
starved. I ain't been hungry in so long I can't remember it. I am now and
I'm having me pizza."

	"Shouldn't you save it for a room? Pizza is expensive."

	"Room? For what? I'm clean. I want pizza. I'm going to treat you to
pizza Billie boy. I wouldn't have made this money without you. You are my
pimp, Billie boy. I takes care of my pimp."

	"I didn't take you there for that."

	"Don't much matter. You took me there. I did it, and I got money
for us to have pizza. All part of God's great plan, my man. He wants us to
have pizza. Don't you God?"

He screamed at the air like some crazed animal. I wondered if he thought
God was hanging on his every word. I wondered if AIDS made you touched in
the head. Harvey seemed to have no control over his self. He did what he
wanted.

	I loved pizza but I didn't enjoy that pizza. It had all the things
I liked on it, and he got a never ending pitcher of root beer because I
requested root beer, so I peed three times before we left the pizza
joint. He spent all but two dollars. Then he bought a cigar and one of
those big old candy bars. He broke it in half, taking the larger half and
giving me the other. I tucked it away in my bag still remember one of the
lessons Raymond taught me. There was no way to take any of the root beer.

	As we walked along we passed people he waved at. He turned in
circles and talked as they turned in circles and walked until they could no
longer hear each other. He talked to girls and guys and men. He was happy
as a clam, but I couldn't forget what I knew about him. I couldn't forget
him curled up next to me like a little boy. I couldn't get any of the
pictures out of my head. I didn't like Harvey. I didn't want to like him.

	Harvey leaned against the wall by the diner where we met. I didn't
know if he was throwing me back or if it was just a place where he hung. A
black dude stopped and they talked. The black guy danced to music no one
heard but him. His hair was twisted and tied in dreadful dusty locks that
looked dirty and the ultimate in an attempt to appear as horrid as he
could. He was at least six four or six five and all of it ran straight up
and down.

I thought of the basketball that should have been in his hands. He'd been
on the streets three years, so he said. He was nineteen, so he said, cocky
like. He acted twelve while looking twenty-five. I thought I could smell
him from five feet away. I could no longer smell Harvey but I could see him
and the images he'd left in my mind. I always saw him on his knees, between
legs, with men grunting and groaning over his nakedness, while he took all
they had for him.

	In a sudden movement Harvey charged out across the street after
some girl on the other side. A car blew its horn and he did a pirouette an
inch from its hood, thrusting both his hands into the air in a gesture not
meant to endear him to anyone. He pumped his middle fingers up and down for
the driver as though he was milking some gigantic invisible cow.

	He leaned against a wall and talked and when she walked away he
indicated I should follow. So much for being thrown back.

	"We got a place to crash. It's an abandoned hotel. It's clean
enough and there's mattresses. Can you believe that? They say they was left
there for us kids to sleep on. That's a first."

	We walked up the block and a white BMW pulled to the curb just
ahead of us. Harvey dove toward the door and pulled it open. He threw
himself in the front seat and leaned over to kiss the lips of the driver. I
couldn't see him. I didn't look too closely.

	"Hey kid, I'll be back in a few. Stay by the diner where we
was. Won't worry, we'll be having breakfast in bed tomorrow."

	I heard him laughing like he had the world by the tail. The BMW
eased away from the curb and moved carefully up the hill, making a right
turn at the next street. I moved back to the diner, hoping Harvey wasn't
leaving me alone.  Twenty minutes after the BMW went out of view, it was
back, discharging him with fond hugs and waves and a fresh twenty-dollar
bill that Harvey waved in my face.

	"The kid's still got it. Nice guy. I only blow him. I don't let the
nice ones do anything dangerous, so quit looking at me like I'm the grim
reaper. I do have a conscience. I treat people the way they treat me."

	I said nothing. I watched him place the money down in his pants. We
stood and spent an hour not talking.

	"You ready to crash?"

	"I guess."

	"It'll be cool. You'll like it. Anything you want they'll have,
beer, grass, a toot for your nose. Everyone chips in on the weekend."

	The building was boarded in the front, but when you slid down a
narrow opening between buildings, you reached a hole no man could get
through. Once inside there was a potent musty smell I couldn't identify. It
was burnt and pungent.

	We climbed up to near the top of the six floor hotel. I held my bag
to my body, and followed Harvey.

	"Why don't we get a motel? Wouldn't it be better?" I said to
myself.

	"Motels are for when it's cold or wet and you need a clean up."

	We entered up on a floor that was devoid of walls. The framing
still stood but we stepped right through where the wall should have been to
the wide open floor. There were six mattresses spread around on the floor.

	"Hey Harvey! Tried to find you to let you know the hotel was open."

	"Gene!" Harvey said.

	They hugged. Gene was tall and very very thin. He had hair the
color of straw and wore only a white pair of briefs that showed a
substantial bulging whenever he moved around the room.

	"Thought you had a weekender going. Who's your friend?" Gene asked.

	"This is Billie boy. Gene, that's Tony, and he's Timmy, Bryce, and
Donald. Hi Don. Where you been hangin'?" Harvey said.

	"Old man Shutt's. He picked me up and was in one of those moods. He
wanted to screw all the time for most of the last two weeks. Scored fifty
when he dropped me off. Bought us some weed."

` "Good work, kid. That young ass is what they all want."

	"How old is he?" I asked.

	"You thirteen yet Don?"

	"Shit Harvey! Lot you know. I been thirteen since a month or
more. We done had that party. Remember? You got all drunked up on that wine
and puked."

	"Yeah! I don't remember unless I forgot."

	"You do it with him?"

	"You ask a lot of questions. When it's slow we need to
practice. It's more fun when we get together like this. I'd rather be with
guys my own age. I just do it with old guys for the money. Mostly."

	"That's Sharon," he said as a girl slipped through the wall.

	"High, Billie. You want a girl friend?" She said, trying to sound
sexy.

	"No! I'm cool."

	"You mean you're a fag?"

	"Cool it, whore. Billie's a good guy. He got me food, a shower, and
twenty bucks. I didn't even need to buy a motel."

	"Gee Billy, nothing he can do I can't do. How about turning me on
to it," Sharon said.

	"It's ancient history. They was one time wonders and not looking
for no pussy, bitch."

	"He got offended because he saw us doing business. He's still a
country boy at heart. He's one of us now. Don't know nothin' about the
streets."

	"Fucking came to the right place for his education. We're going to
do an all nighter. We got guys bringing up beer and maybe some liquor when
they found out Sharon was coming," Gene said, sitting on a mattress against
the far wall. Don sat next to him on one side with a dark haired boy named
Bryce on the other side. They seemed to be the youngest. Bryce wasn't much
older than Don. Gene was maybe fifteen. Sharon I couldn't guess. She looked
thirteen and thirty at the same time. Tony and Tim looked to be maybe
Harvey's age. No one had on clothes except Sharon. Don and Bryce were both
playing with Gene's dick as he rolled joints down between his feet. I could
see the head of his dick up past the band of his briefs as Don rubbed it
through the material while Bryce rubbed his thighs.

	"When you get him ready let me know," Sharon said. "I haven't had a
real man in a week.

	"You'll have one tonight," Gene said. "I'm in the mood."

	"More than one," Bryce said, holding his erection through the
material of his boxers.

	"I don't think I want to stay here, Harvey. I'm not into mass sex
shit."

	"No one will bother you, Billie boy. It's safe here. You can go to
sleep but I got to get naked."

	Harvey stripped out of his clothes and sat beside Bryce and the
youngest boys. I sat on by myself on the mattress nearest where we had come
in. I watched the candles flicker a weird light in the room. Tim made out
with Sharon while Tony watched. The black guy with the awful hair, Ty, came
in right where we had come in. He ignored me after giving me a quick gland,
going over to Sharon.

Five minutes later another guy came up the stairs and stood in the open
wall. He watched Gene passing around a joint. He watched Sharon passed from
Ty, to Tony, to Tim. They made out while feeling up under her blouse. The
newest arrival sat down beside me on the mattress after checking out the
room.

	"Got a smoke, kid?"

	"Don't smoke."

	"Smart. I shouldn't. I'm Gil."

	He shoved out his hard hand and I thought maybe he was my age. He
had real blond hair and a firm grip. He leaned back and helped me watch the
two beds where all the action took place.

	"Can't decide if I'm straight or not tonight. Which are you?"

	"Billie Joe.."

	"No. What's your preference."

	"I'm with Harvey."

	"Shit, Harvey's with everyone. You better get with somebody
else. Besides, he isn't long for this life."

	"Why you say that?"

	"He pisses people off. Not a guy you want to be too close to when
the hammer comes down."

	"We're just friends."

	Gil put his hand on my thigh but didn't look at me. I slapped it
away.

	"You're right. Straight tonight," He said, and kicked off his shoes
and dropped his shirt beside them as he went to Sharon and kissed her at
the first break.

	"Gil. I already got me two real men tonight. If I did dinge, which
I don't, it would be three. Sorry, Ty. A girls got to draw the line
somewhere."

	"It'd be the first line you ever drawed," Harvey said.

	"Fuck you," Sharon said.

	"See, I insult the girl and she still propositions me."

	Ty stood up like he had been insulted. His chest glistened in the
flickering light. He was so thin and yet the muscles rippled on his chest
and stomach. His skin was dark mahogany and looked much nicer than his
hair. He saw my prying eyes and came over and sat beside me.

	"You do dinge, country boy?"

	"I'm just visiting," I said. "Harvey said we'd sleep here."

	"Good answer. Don't mind these guys. Sex is all they think about
once they come up here. It's like that when you're going to die soon. You
take it where you can get it. Don't get involved. You'll be dying with
them."

	"You got it?"

	"We all got it. We're on the street."

	"Why don't you get some help?"

	"You realated to Mother Tracy or whatever the bitches name is. We
don't rate no help. We're kids. Poor. Black. Unwanted. We don't have anyone
that's going to give a fuck when we croak. They got to buy them B-1's and
nukes for all occasions. You think they got a dime for a kid when their own
parents don't want them?"

	"I don't know. There should be some place you can go."

	"There's rules in this country and one is you take care of your own
and two is you don't take care of someone else's responsibility when there
isn't a good reason why the ones responsible aren't taking care of it."

"Why don't yours want you?"

"I'm big. I eat too much. I don't listen well, and I'm a faggot that don't
listen so well."

"You were kissing a girl."

"It doesn't make you go sterile, country boy. Girls need some lovin' just
like us guys do. Anyway, sex is sex. You takes it where you gets it."

	"Why do you wear your hair like that? You aren't a half bad looking
dude. Why do you make yourself look ugly?"

	"Fuck you white boy. I'm an Afro-American man. This is style. I
don't wear it for you to like."

	"You're maybe seventeen or eighteen. You are handsome under all
that hair. Why do you want to turn people off?"

	"You don't know nothing, kid. It's me. It's the way I feel. I got
the right to do what I feel."

	I no longer thought I could smell Ty. He leaned there watching Gil
screw Sharon while she made out with Tim. Tony played with her tits as she
jacked him off. Tim jacked himself off. I looked for Harvey and he was
sucking on Bryce while Gene screwed Don. Don was the smallest boy and Gene
had the biggest dick as far as I could see, but there didn't seem to be a
problem. The boy leaned on his face with his ass up in the air and Gene
rocked back and forth, pulling it all the way out so I could see the entire
thing before he was pushing it all the way back in.

He may not have been quite the size of Carl, but it looked fatter in that
flickering light. Pushing it into that tiny ass seemed obscene. Bryce took
to working on Don's dick while Harvey was sucking on his. When I looked
back at Sharon, Tony was in the screwing position. She was sucking off Gil
who now jerked off a resting Tim. Gil was the thickest of the three without
a lot of length to him but Sharon could hardly get her lips beyond his dick
head. He kneeled over her mouth using Tony's shoulders for balance.

	"You don't do anything?"

	"Sorry Ty. I never seen nothin' like this."

	"I guess I'll be back. Hang in there kid. I don't know how you can
watch and not want to dive in. Makes my dick hurt. I've got to get out of
here. No body wants a Niger tonight."

	"Come on big Gene. I need a real man now these boys are done. Your
the only one can stay with me now I'm warmed up."

	"Don's just getting me worked up for you, Sharon. Help's on the
way."

	Gene stood up pulling himself in one motion out of Don's
ass. Gene's dick looked dark as it swung from side to side as he walked to
Sharon. Tony grabbed Gene's meat as he kneeled between Sharon's legs. He
stroked it as he placed it between the girl's legs. Sharon stared as he
pressed forward until he was completely inside of her. He held himself up
off her with his arms while he looked down where his black hairs mingled
with her blond.

	"That's it, big boy. Slid it all the way in. Yes, you are a
man. Give it to me Gene. I've waited for that thing all week. Yes. Oh fuck
me," she screamed at the top of her lungs.

	She held Gil and Tony's meat but watched Gene leaning on his
straightened arms and thrusting his hips for all he was worth. It got quiet
except for the force of his fucking which created a slapping sound. Above
the silence you could hear cars and low din in the background. It sounded a
million miles away as the sweat ran on Gene's face and Sharon's
chest. There were hands everywhere. On her tits and on his ass, and balls,
and inside their thighs as he used one speed and just kept on plunging into
her depths.

I watched carefully so I didn't miss the fat head that seemed to glisten
each time it came out, hesitated just barely touching her pussy lips before
he pushed forward again. Sharon took to moaning as he rocked her with his
thrusts. She yelled she was cumming three different times. We all studied
Gene's prowess as his resolve stayed pointedly aimed and in constant motion
except that slight hesitation at the top of his thrust.

Gene kept at it for half an hour or more. My pants were all out of shape
from watching him but there was no finish. I really wanted to see if he
shot off like he fucked, but he just stopped and pulled it out. He stood
over, some mixture of skinny boy with the full blooded man meat twitching
up between his legs.

His body glistened in sweat as the hands felt him between his waist and his
knees. He stood watching them until he went back to stand in front of
Bryce.

"You said you wanted to suck it after her," Gene said firmly.

Bryce first felt it with what seemed like a small hand. He stroked it a few
times before taking a few inches in his lips at which time Gene's knees
gave a little. He stood, hips thrust forward, staring up at the
ceiling. Tim and Tony were kissing more gently than I expected as Sharon
dressed beside them.

"Got me a date. Two sailors think they're in love. Can't sink the
fleet. Got to do my patriotic duty."

"Both of them?" Gil questioned.

"They're buddies. They do everything together."

"The entire fucking world is queer," Don said and everyone laughed.

Two older guys came with cold beer and a bottle of wine. They went off with
Bryce and he came back and they didn't. He'd lost his underwear somewhere
between the time he left and when he returned. I could see the bills in his
hand and Harvey checked them out after he went back to the young boy
mattress.

I waltzed over to get a cold beer. No one noticed or seemed to care I was
holding up one wall that was no longer there. They all seemed preoccupied
with their own wants and needs. I settled back down and sipped the nasty
cold liquid. Why didn't someone bring up root beer?

	It was after an hour, I figured, when Sharon came back with a guy
in a letterman's jacket. Another guy in a big leather coat stepped through
the wall and stood beside my mattress after glancing down at me. He watched
Sharon and the letterman in the middle of the floor before surveying the
floor and the busy boys.

"What the fucks this shit," leather coat said, spitting out the harsh
words.

"Don't mind them. Faggots come up here too. You aren't here for them and
they won't bother you. You bought an evening with a lady. It's the only
place we have to go," Sharon said like a sophisticated lady before
bellowing out, "You boys cool it. I brung some real men up here with me."

"Look at the dick on that boy," Letterman's jacket said, pointing at Gene
when he broke off from a kiss.

"Boy's abnormal," leather coat hissed. "Dicks bigger an he is."

"I don't like being watched," Letterman said. "I'm not used to doing it in
front of anyone. I am paying you."

"You guys take a break. They got to stay up here. They won't bother
us. Maybe they can learn what a real man is like," Sharon said, kissing on
the handsome letterman as he watched the boys, especially Gene. "You guys
give us some privacy, will yeah."

	Underwear was put on and Gene said, "We carried two mattresses
upstairs to make room down here. Grab a candle and we'll go upstairs. We
can finish up there."

	Tony and Tim were sleeping near where Sharon placed her new
lover. Leather watched Don as he passed by him carrying his underpants.

	Harvey came and dropped beside me saying, "Watch me get leather
boy. He wants a BJ. Bet you."

	"You're nuts," I whispered back.

	Sharon got the kid's 501's down to his knees after she sucked him
through the material for a few minutes. He had a smooth round tight
athletic ass. His blond hair made him look like an innocent little boy but
his pose suggested he was hungry for love. He had a ragging tan hardon and
placed it between Sharon's legs as quick as she exposed herself.

	"That's so smooth and tight. You're tight," Letterman said softly.

	He had to talk while he fucked. She pulled his shirt up and rubbed
his chest as his thrusts sped up.

	"You're a stud. Football?"

	"Wrestler. 1-8-7. Twice divisional champion. You like it this way."

	"Yeah! You're the best, honey. You're a real man. You know how to
use your tool."

	Leather watched rubbing himself through his jeans once his friend
was up to full speed. The funny thing was he stood where he was watching
his buddies bare butt."

	Letterman started moaning and groaning two minutes in. He growled
and grunted and stood up with his average meat still dripping. He put
himself away and brushed past leather boy without talking any longer.

	"You're turn, big boy."

"Thanks for showing me this place, Sharon, but you know I don't buy it,"
leather man said. "I bring guys that buy it is all."

	Leather man stood looking at the mattress where Tony and Tim slept
naked. He walked to where Tony's ass was pointed up at his face and he
reached down to feel the crack with the tips of his fingers. He rubbed
himself at the same time. He looked at Harvey and me looking.

	"Need a little help sailor," Harvey asked.

	"Not your kind of help, fag. He punched Harvey's face with a gloved
hand. Harvey bounced off the mattress and landed on the floor, still as a
stone.

	"I want me this little boy. You ever been fucked little boy? You're
going to get fucked tonight. I got a man dick you'love."

	I fought with him as he ripped open my pants. I bent my knees and
he hit my face a couple of times but I balled up so he couldn't get a clear
shot at any vital parts.

When I tried to kick him where it would do the most good, he pulled my
pants down off my ass and ripped my underwear to shreds. I twisted and
turned in his arms but he out weighed me by fifty pounds. We were too close
for me to get a clean shot at his neck or nose and his crotch was now
pressed into mine as he unfastened his pants.

The more I struggled the closer his dick got to my asshole. I could feel
the hot flesh sliding in my crack and I wiggled around it each time he got
to pressing it into my hole. He was holding me by the throat and it was
getting hard for me to breathe. I kept my body rigid but the fight was
quickly going out of me and his dick was almost in the position he
needed. I was sure my ass was grass as visions of a dark windowed sedan ran
through my brain as I heard Raymond yelling for me to run.

I heard a thud just as I was passing over to the other side of
consciousness, and there was suddenly no one on top of me. I coughed and
choked, looking up to see Ty standing over him with his fists balled up
down near his hipsw as he stared down toward my feet.

	"Come on. I want this to be fair, tough guy. You think you can come
up here and rape little kids? You ain't met me yet have you? Just call me
the Piper."

Leather boy got up to his knees like he was waiting for an opening and Ty
waved his fists down in his face while dancing to music that wasn't there
and then he kicked him about as hard as I ever seen someone kicked. The
crunch sent a chill through my body and my stomach turned over. Ty's huge
foot hung over his face, moving back and forth, and then he brought it down
with all the force he could muster. The sound it made was no less sickening
but I felt nothing for the fallen rapist.

	"I hate fair fights," Ty hissed, soft like a whisper.

	He yanked me to my feet and dragged me back through the wall with
my pants hanging off my ass as I clung to my bad and my disintegrated
undies. He dragged me down the stairs to the second floor where he dropped
me on a mattress and unzipped his pants and took out a dick that was way
too big for his body.

	"You haven't been fucked yet have you new meat. I guess if your
going to give it up to the first tough guy that walks in. It may as well be
mine first."

	"I didn't do nothing to you," I squealed like a little
girl. Leather boy wouldn't have been all that bad. At least his dick was
normal. How had I gotten so deep so quick, I wondered, looking for a way to
escape?

	"You ever heard about Niger dicks, boy? Mine gets to be fifteen
inches when I'm fucking virgin white boy ass. Can you imagine what you
would feel like with this up your ass? Touch it now kid. I said touch
it. It's got to be heard for me to fuck you."

	He held it firmly by the base and dragged my hand to it. It
hardened even more once I was holding it. I searched for an escape
route. My fingers looked like a toy on the huge shaft as it hardened even
more to my touch. I started pissing my pants as he stood over me like some
giant oak. His hand was like a vice on my wrist.

	Why did I ever leave Seattle?

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