Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 19:58:35 EST
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Billie Joe's Journal/Chapter 21

Billie Joe's Journal/
My 15th Year

Chapter 21
Naked Truth



	He had one of my feet but carelessly let me get the other one up
side his head.  He made an unpleasant sound and I was loose on the roof,
barefoot with my pants in my hand.  Gene was dancing on the cinders while
trying to put on his pants when I caught him.

"Your naked boy.  Put your pants on before I got to fuck you," he said,
laughing on the words.  "This comes down on a street behind the motel.
Come on."

"What do they want?  We didn't do anything."

"We're alive, Billie Joe, that's enough to piss the pigs off.  We're
fucking up their otherwise lovely town.  Don't worry, no one bigger an us
can fit through that window.  None of the guys made it but us."

"Jake?  What about Jake?  I need him."

"No way," Gene said, looking back for any sign that someone was still
chasing us.  "He's too muscle bound to fit.  You're stuck with me kid."

I noticed the lights glaring down on us from the higher buildings that were
all around the two-story motel as we started to move.  I felt like I was in
a prison break movie and we were making a run for it.  I looked back at the
window as I put my pants on once we reached the corner of the roof.  There
was no sign of Jake or anyone else.

Gene took me over a second roof and then another one before we went down a
fire escape that emptied us into a dark dead-end street.  He seemed to know
where he was and where we were going and all I could do was follow.  I had
no where to go now.  I couldn't let him get out of sight.  He was the only
one left to save me from being alone in the world.

The further I went the less I had.  I realized that I had lost everything.
It was all in the room, even my fucking shoes, all my money.  I was left
with a pair of pants and Gene.  And how long would it be before he
disappeared?

I stayed close behind Gene on the too cold sidewalk and it started misting
rain.

Great!  Just fucking great!

I shivered and cursed the night and the cops.  My foot suddenly started to
ache.  I followed Gene as he stayed in the shadows, blending from one
street to another street as he led me deeper into the darkness of a strange
city.  I had no clue where I was or where we were going and he wasn't
talking to me.  The terror was back and now there was no one to protect me
but the skinny kid I ended up with, skinnier 'an me, and that didn't seem
very comforting.

I was becoming acquainted with a different side of San Francisco.  As my
feet met the wet and I shook from fear and the damp annoying chill in the
air.  My foot took to throbbing but I couldn't stop to check it until Gene
slowed down.  To make matters worse a cloud settle on the street and what
few lights we found were shaded in a lazy fog that hung on everything.

Damn concrete!

Cold shivers ran through me.  I was sure I shivered because of my lack of
apparel, but chilling fear also accompanied us through the empty streets.
Each time a car passed we pressed ourselves into a doorway in case it was
the cops on the prowl.  We didn't speak even when we were huddled together
but but he did stare at my eyes.

Gene moved like a tall, wily cat.  The further we went the more lost and
confused I became.

When my feet became too sore to walk any further, I asked him to stop.

"Gene, I've got to rest my feet.  And, I'm cold."

"I'm cold too, but I don't want to go downtown with the pigs.  I'll have to
fight my way out of another hole where they stick me.  Ain't happening
while I can still run."  Gene came back and stood over me with his hands on
his hips and looking mean. "I'm tired too.  I'm cold too, but we sit around
here moaning about it, we're dead meat, Billie Joe.  I ain't going back to
juvy."

"My foot hurts.  I've got to rest it.  It's bleeding."

Gene kneeled down on the street next to the curb where I had parked myself.
He yanked my foot up, rested it on his leg and used his thumbs to spread my
Toes as he checked it.

"Fuck!  Cut it out.  That hurts," I yelled at him.

"No doubt, dude.  Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

"I didn't want to moan about it," I snapped.

"I'll take you to Jesus," he said undaunted.

"Ain't I got enough problems without and you bringing a Jesus freak into
it?"

"He's down by the warehouses.  Just a few more blocks.  You'll be all
right.  He was an Army medic in the war and he can fix anything.  Come on.
Get your ass up.  We can't sit around here.  That'll be too sore to walk on
in another hour."

	Gene sat down and put his arm around my shoulders when I didn't get
up.  He leaned his face against my arm, helping me look at my filthy feet
hanging in the crud filled gutter.  We sat still and the physical contact
warmed me and eased my ferror, until he stood after a few sympathetic
moments.  He stuck out his hand for me to take and he helped me up.  I
walked tenderly until I found a way to walk and protect the wound somewhat.

I followed him and tried to keep my mind off my troubles.  I wondered where
Ty was.  I thought about Jake's comforting arms.  I knew all the boys from
the room were in a world of hurt.  Jake was in the most because of his
uniform and they'd figure out who he was pretty quick.  I worried about him
going to jail as I shivered on.  We turned a corner and there was a long
row of tattered and broken warehouse doors.

"Come on.  Jesus lives just in back of here."

At the corner of the warehouse was a fence without fencing and a thicket of
heavy duty brush and shrubs.  Gene moved through a bear spot like he knew
where he was going.  On the other side of the bushes was a big Amana box
that had once contained a " frost free refrigerator" and the thought made
me shiver even more.

"Jesus!  Jesus!  It's me, Gene Boy," he called in a loud whisper.

"What you want man?  It's sleep time.  Jesus needs his sleep."

A man in a heavy green coat with wool gloves, a cloth hat, and a scarf
wrapped round his neck climbed from the box.

	"Jesus, Billie Joe.  He's my friend and he hurt his foot.  It might
need stitches, I think.  I thought you could fix it.  You can fix
anything."

The lantern hissed as he turned it up and a sudden bright light blinded me.
The man didn't say anything but looked closely at my foot after pouring
alcohol all over both of his hands.  He reached in the corner of the box
for a bag with all kinds of medical stuff.  He poured more alcohol on his
hands and over my toes and then my foot.  He wrapped my big toe to my
second toe with lots of gauze and adhesive tape.  He made a gauze bandage
and covered the cut, wrapping tape all the way around my foot in the
middle.

"This is the best I can do here.  I guess you ain't aiming on no questions
being asked or you'd go to the emergency room?  Jesus asks none.  Could use
three... maybe four stitches to do it right.  Tetanus I think.  No matter.
You kids never listen to Jesus.  You stay off it for a couple of days, you
hear.  It should start to heal on its own we keep it clean and the bandage
fresh.  I'll check it tomorrow."

	"Jesus, you told me you'd help me if I needed it.  We need it bad.
Ran out on the pigs.  They're probably looking for us right now.  As you
see we didn't have time to pack."

	"Gene, I help you.  I can't help all your friends.  I got my house.
I got Jesus.  That's it.  You boys get in now.  I'll make room, but Gene,
you don't be bringing me no more boys.  You'll have me lose my house again.
I'm not wanting to lose it."

"This is a good one," Gene said, inspecting the box.  "What happened to the
one I helped you drag down here last time?"

"Cops came.  They run me off here.  Took everything.  Sneaky bastards came
just before dawn, after I fall asleep.  That's dirty pool.  No respect for
a man's sleeping."

"Where'd this one come from?"

"I know stuff.  I can't give away all my secrets to you, Gene Boy.  I have
a place."

"I'm not looking to score one.  I just wondered.  This is the best one yet,
huh?  Since I knowed you anyway."

"Buddy.  Vet I know from the Nam.  He works at an appliance store now.  He
fixes me up.  I go and tell him when I'm needing me a new house.  That
night I have me a brand new corrugated box that he leaves sitting out by
the trash after his boss leaves.  Damn nice one, huh?  Plastic coated or
something like that.  Even the rain don't bother it much."

He looked us over as he spoke.

"Come on boys.  You get to bed.  I need me my sleep, even if you don't need
none."

Gene indicated I should crawl up in the box with him.  It felt like
something out of a dream or maybe a nightmare.  I could hear the guy
putting stuff away just outside and then the light went out.  I could smell
the guy when he crawled into the confines of the box and I wondered what
came next.  I stayed up next to Gene and close to one side.  Luckily there
was plenty of room.

Gene did what I needed more than anything in the world right then, he
wrapped his arms around me like we'd known each other next to forever.

Jesus put some loose paper up around us before he settled down in the far
corner.  Gene and I pressed together so our skin touched all over.  It gave
me warmth and comfort as well as something else that always seemed to pop
up when I got this close to another guy.  I used my fingers to see if he
liked me the way I liked him and he liked me fine.  I must have been pretty
tired right then, because once I got that horny, I usually had to do
something about it in order to sleep, only what I did was fall right to
sleep, after we found a good position we both liked.

It was daylight when I woke up, although it was still foggy.  It was cold
when I finished waking up but I immediately felt Gene up next to me and
that warmed me up quite a bit once I got his best part in my hand again.
Then I was overheated in a big way and that was totally nice too.

I wondered where our host got off to.  After awhile I tried to turn over
quietly but I managed to rattle all the fucking loose paper inside that
damn box.  How in the hell did Jesus get away without waking us up?  Then,
I couldn't move without making a racket and I couldn't lay still.

"Shit," Gene said.

"Where's that guy?," I asked.

"Jesus?  He's out collecting.  He goes before sun up when I'm here."

"What's he collect?"

"Whatever he needs."

"He steals shit?"

"No!  Not Jesus.  He gets things out of the trash.  Dumpsters mostly.
People throw stuff out that he can use, or sell, or trade to someone for
something he needs.  He gets food.  Some good stuff too.  He's been at this
for years.  Longer an you and me been alive.  Man's an artist, Billie Joe.
You wait and see.  You won't believe it.  I don't believe it myself and I
see it every time I'm down here."

"How often is that?"

"Often as there's a need," Gene said.

"Why does he live that way?  He's a bum," I advised Gene.

"I don't know.  Why do we live the way we live?  It's the way things are
Billie Joe.  You just do what you got to do, you know.  Why do you question
everything anyway?  He took your ass in and fixed you up.  That's all you
got to know about him.  Maybe you'd like to stay on the Mark tonight, huh?"

"What's a mark?"

"Never mind," he said, suddenly exasperated with me.  "It's the best
fucking hotel in town is all.  He was in the Vietnam.  He says.  Says it
was bad shit, too.  He started drugs over there.  He said they all did it.
It was the only way not to go crazy, only he says it didn't work so good in
his case.  He went crazy anyway.  He won't be around people.  He doesn't
trust anyone.  Maybe me on good days, only he can get squirrelly.  So if I
say we got to bail out of here, don't be standing around asking me no
questions about it.  He ain't never hurt me but he gets violent.  Yells and
screams and stuff."

"Why doesn't he go get some help?  He was in the war and all.  They got to
help him, don't they?  They owe him something for being in a war."

"He says they tell him he's just a drunk.  They can't help no drunks even
if they was in a war once."

"He drinks?"

"Shit!  Lucky we caught him sober.  If he's drunk, he's no good."

"What do you do for him makes him help you anyway?"

"Fuck you.  It doesn't come to that with everyone.  He thinks I'm his kid
or something.  I guess he adopted me when I was first on the street.  I
come by and crawl up in his box.  He gives me food and lets me stay with
him, when I'm on the run, like now.  He talks about dead guys.  He like
talks to them when he drinks.  He talks about that war over there.  I ain't
never going to no war.  Fuck that shit!  Then he starts drinking and I
split.  He ain't no good when he drinks."

"What do you do here?"

"Talk to him.  You get him going he can tell you some shit.  One day I'm
going to write it all down and make it into a movie."

"Like what kind of shit?"

"About the war.  Mexico too.  Where he came from way back.  His brothers
and sisters are still there.  He knows stuff.  He worked as a medic in the
war.  He's pretty good at doctoring stuff.  That foot looked nasty.  He
fixed it right up.  Pretty handy guy.  He'll stitch it for you if it don't
start to heal.  He don't tell no one he can do that but he's stitched me up
more an once."

"I never slept in a box before."

"Get used to it.  You ain't with mommy and daddy no more, and what do you
have against me any way?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're stuck up.  First with Ty, and then with Jake.  You ignored me.  I
wanted to be your friend and you wouldn't even look at me until I saved
your ass last night."

"I saw all I needed to see.  You don't know what I look at.  You might be
surprised who I like," I said, liking him just fine.

"It's because I went with Sharon that first night, ain't it?  You don't
like me because I do girls.  I almost didn't go with her because you were
there.  I didn't want you to think I did it with girls.  It's just because
of the guys, you know.  They all think I'm superstud or something.  They
get me going, you know, encourage me.  I like that.  I don't like her but I
like how it feels to have them making a fuss over me."

"I didn't say I didn't like you.  You said it.  I like you fine, Gene."

"You act like you don't.  I had to about force myself on you last night.
You acted like you didn't want nothin' to do with me and it ain't the first
time.  I don't like that many guys."

"I'm sorry.  It's hard to explain."

"Try me.  Maybe I'll keep helping you if you explain."

"Don't leave me alone, Gene.  You're all I got.  I lost everything.  I had
my money in my shoes back there.  If I'd taken time to grab them I wouldn't
a got out that window.  The cops were right on my ankles when I hit the
roof.  I don't know anyone.  I'm afraid to be alone."

"I understand that. dude.  We're all scared out here, Billie, unless you're
a fool.  It's the way it is on the street.  You're always scared.  You act
like you're special and you don't look so special anymore.  You might be
cute but you got bags under your eyes, your face is filthy, and you're damn
near as skinny as me now, only no one's skinny as me, huh?"

"I do like you."

"You're saying that to keep me helping you is all.  I ain't no fool."

"I held you all night."

"You wanted to stay warm.  So did I.  That don't mean nothing."

"No, I held it all night, even this morning."

"That's my hottest part.  You were holding it for the heat.  Yeah, you
were, weren't you, and I was too tired to do anything.  I guess I'm a dope.
Okay, you like me.  Maybe I ought to make you prove it."

"I was wiped out too.  I wanted you, Gene.  I wanted to be with you.
That's not saying a lot lately thought.  I wanted to be with Tim and Tony,
too, even when I was with Jake.  Whenever I see guys doing sex, I get all
flustered and worked up over it.  It's like I have no control over myself."

"Been there done that, Billie Joe.  Welcome to the street."

"I was too scared to act any different than I did.  Ty protected me.  I
wanted him to protect me.  Jake replaced Ty when he disappeared.  I have a
hard time thinking you can replace Jake."

"Fuck you.  You're a free man ain't you?  If I hadn't led the way your
ass'd be getting gang raped in juvvy right now, and then you'd be on your
way back to Bumfuck where ever it is your ass comes from.  I may not be a
toe to toe fighter but the man never gets me if I'm awake.  I can climb up
the side of a building and slide through a crack in the sidewalk," Gene
boasted.

"I can't, Gene.  I don't know what you know."

"You stick with me and we might not be able to beat our way out of trouble
but I'll show you how to charm yourself out of trouble every time.  Never
hit anything head on if you can help it.  You go around.  You got your
needs.  I got mine.  You want to play with me, you're going to pay."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen and five months."

"Why are you out here?"

"Nowhere else to go.  You want to take me home with you?"

"Yeah, I would if I could.  I can't go home."

"I know that story."

"You got it?"

"AIDS?  Nope.  I was just tested.  I'm still clean Gene.  Had a little
touch of something or other.  They cleared it up with a couple of shots.  I
usually let people do for me.  Everyone loves taking me on, so I go along
with it if they don't get too far out there."

"How far out there?"  I asked.

"Some weird dudes out there, you know.  I do slip up at times, but I try to
play safe if I got rubbers.  I don't want that shit.  I think Jake and Tim
and Tony are all still clean.  Sharon was, but she's bad news.  I shouldn't
do it with her but everyone wants to see me in action.  The guys all cheer
me on because they know it gets me going."

"You could find some other way to get your kicks.  Jake was with her too."

"Only thing I ever done worth doing.  I ain't too bright, and I'm not much
to look at, but I'm hell when you get me going.  Up to two years ago, I
didn't even have a dick.  Go figure, huh.  Now that puppies damn near a
foot long and thick as my wrist.  Biggest one in San Francisco!  On a kid
anyway.  Guys are always telling me that.  You got the biggest one I seen,
Gene, they say."

"I almost found out.  Well, I did feel it until I fell asleep.  It did keep
me warm."

"You did, didn't you.  Come to think of it, we were rudely interrupted by a
knock at the door last night.  Want a rematch before Jesus comes back?  We
got time.  He'll be gone most of the day and I got just the bone for you."

"Cool!"  I said.

Gene took a hold of my hand and put it on him.  The bulge couldn't be
missed.  The pants took on a new dimension when I rubbed him up some.  I
got dizzy and faint almost immediately as I dug it out of his pants,
failing at my attempt to get my hand around it.  My hand would fit easily
around his wrist.

"That's it.  Pull on it some, Billie.  Yeah, dude, like that.  Use both
hands on me now.  Squeeze me hard.  Harder.  Yeah!"

He spoke lower and lower in his throat and his voice got softer as I worked
it over.  His deep blue eyes stared at my handiwork.  The clear liquid
appeared each time I squeezed until the thick purple head was coated in a
sticky fluid that helped me excite him even more.  His hips went in motion
as my hands picked up speed.  My own cock was throbbing in my pants and
then his hands went to work getting it out, and then he had it in his
hands, doing to me what I was doing to him as we panted and moaned and
fucked each other's hands.

"Hey, Gene, better lighten up on that thing.  I'm going to pop a load."

"Yeah," he said, softly, pulling mine up to his and rubbing them together
after getting my hands off his.  "You got a chub, Billie.  That's a fat
one."

I was half his length and not nearly as thick.  Mine was a darker color
except for his head that had turned really dark when either of us were
squeezing it.  He let some of his liquid leak on me, and I felt faint, but
I wanted to get a hold of his again.  The box was suddenly torrid inside.
I could see the day light through the opening but it still seemed foggy and
damp but I had started to sweat big time.

"I'll blow you if you want," I said, eager to get it back.

"Not for long.  I'm really close, Billie.  I don't usually get this hot so
fast.  You got good hands.  What I like most is getting blowed."

"I can do that," I said, and he went into motion.

Gene had his pants off in a flash.  He looked a little obscene with his
tiny waist and huge dick and just a small patch of unruly pubes with fat
low hanging balls that were as pink and smooth as silk.

I quickly scooted down as he turned me around so he could get to my dick.
I started kissing his and tasting that liquid.  He hadn't showered in a
while but the smell made me really hot for him.  I got the head in my mouth
and washed it and loved the taste of him.  A warm shock hit me as he took
me into his mouth.  We were locked together, mouths to dicks, and it was
almost like falling into the abyss.  Everything just seemed to float off
the ground and get weird and all.  My dick throbbed and I was about a
second a second and a half from unloading, and I had needed to unload ever
since the cops showed up and I heard Gene whimpering and I could feel him
slobbering on my dick as he was getting closer.

A strident and commanding voice startled me out of my swoon.  "You boys
roll out a there now.  Time to house clean," Jesus said, making way too
much noise as I choked on Gene, and I couldn't believe our luck as both our
dicks went suddenly soft.

"He won't go for this shit," Gene whispered.  "You zip up and get out there
so I can get my pants on, okay?  We'll get to finish this sooner or later,
Billie Joe."

"No, I want to finish," I whined, knowing we'd need to start over.

"Grow up.  We're his guests.  Don't do this to me.  He's straight."

I slid out on my butt and Jesus threw a shirt over my head as quickly as I
appeared.

"That's my best one.  Thick too.  Warm.  Keep you dry if you don't stand
out in it.  These are my Sunday shoes.  I never know when it's Sunday
anymore.  They'll be way big, but we got paper to fix 'em up for you.
Socks are a bit worn but better holes than dirt, huh?  I tried to find a
second pair to fill the shoes but no luck yet."
  `
 "I can't take your clothes, Jesus."

"Jesus takes care of his boys.  You need it... Jesus got it... you got it
now.  Don't argue with me, boy."

"No, sir."

"Where'd you dig this stuff up, Jesus?" Gene said, still showing a
considerable bulging in his pants when he emerged from the box to face his
friend.

"Have my places to keep things away from the pigs, Gene Boy.  Figured it
was time to get rid of some of this stuff anyway.  Here.  This is a shirt I
wore in Mexico.  Too small for me anyway.  I kept it to remember home
before I went over there but I don't care anymore.  It'll look good on you,
Gene.  Tennis shoes.  Picked these up on rounds today.  I think they're big
enough for those damn feet of yours.  They get any bigger we be needin' a
bigger box.  No socks for dem feet boy.  Sorry, I'll keep my eyes open.
You'd be helpin' things out if you quit growing any time now?  Maybe put a
little meat on dem bones.

"Stuff from the bakery.  Sweet rolls.  Pastry.  Here's donuts in this bag.
Don't toss many away anymore.  Not like they used to.  Some old milk from
behind the grocery.  I don't drink it after the day I find it.  Eat up.
Jesus got rounds.  Anything my boys need?  Tell me now."

"Condoms?" Gene said, grinning at me as I blushed big time.

"In the medical supplies, Gene Boy.  You boys shouldn't do no shit here.
You know how I feel about that.  You know about that AIDS shit."

"What are you talking about.  I got girlfriends, Jesus.  Billie seen me
with one."

"Yeah, well, just be careful.  Condoms ain't foolproof.  Keep it zipped is
best.  That's what I'm thinking.  This boy is too nice for you, Gene.  You
don't be corrupting him none.  Jesus keeps it zipped.  I don't want to die
a dat shit.  No, sir.  You be best to leave this nice boy alone.  I know
about you, Gene.  Other boys tell me plenty about you."

"Jesus, you don't believe those lies?"  Gene objected.

"You've come with other boys, Gene.  I'm not without the eyes and the ears.
Jesus can't keep you safe.  It's up to you to do that so you can be with
whoever you like."

"Cool," Gene said, watching Jesus.  "I'll keep it zipped."

Jesus pushed a shopping cart away from the thicket, mumbling to it as he
muscled it along.  The cart was loaded with bottles, cans, and what looked
like trash to me.  Gene watched until he went around the corner of the
warehouse before he came over to dig two cherry donuts out of one of the
bags.  He put one in his mouth to secure it and held on to one as went over
to the medical supplies at the corner of the Amana box.  He searched for a
few seconds and stood up with a foil wrapped condom in his hand, smiling
around his donut.

"Come on," he said, after finishing a donut.  "He'll be gone most of the
day."

Gene's pants leg was standing out again.  The bulging shifted as he moved
around.  He squatted to get in the box and the pants came off as he went
in.  He carefully used the donut to coat his cockhead with frosting.  He
then ate the donut in four happy bites, never taking his eyes off me.  He
then spread his legs in such a way that I could see the crack and his pale
inviting hole.  He leaned back on one elbow, watching me watch his every
move, and then he held the condom out for me.

My pants were doing a considerable amount of bulging as I gobbled my
cinnamon role and got ready to join Gene in the box.

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