Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2008 22:09:08 -0500
From: Jonathan Brandis <jbrandis@myself.com>
Subject: Darren's Summer, part 2

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction, the places, people and situations depicted are
not real.  This story involves a college age male enticing young teenage
males into consensual sexual activities.  If such subject matter is illegal
where you live or if you are offended by it, do not read it.

DARREN'S SUMMER, PART 2

The elderly Middle Eastern man who ran the dimly lit liquor store picked up
Darren's fifty dollar bill from the counter, added it to the other fifties
in the sixth bill tray of his cash register, closed the cash drawer and
went back to reading his Arabic newspaper.  The tall, quiet college student
had been competely honest with the old man: he wanted to start hitting on
the shirtless teenage boys playing video games in the cluttered alcove at
the rear of the store, and would pay the storekeeper fifty dollars to
ignore it.  To avoid any misunderstanding, Darren had been very explicit:
"If I take a boy to the bathroom, I want you to leave us alone."

The neighborhood kids who frequented his dimly lit market meant nothing to
the old man beyond a few quarters in the video games and the occasional
dollar or two for some cigarettes and beer, but fifty dollars was fifty
dollars.  The deal was made.  Darren was free to proposition the underage
boys who crowded around the video consoles and take them into the store's
tiny bathroom alone, and the elderly proprietor would not interfere.
Darren could scarcely believe such a bold and risky gamble had worked.
Now, as he walked back toward the video games, he took a deep breath and
tried to calm his nerves.  He was about to make his fifty dollar investment
pay off.

Tyler's quarter ran out just as Darren approached.  The boy who had been
with Tyler had joined the others at the machine nearer the restroom.
Dropping another quarter into Tyler's machine, Darren watched him restart
the game, and began speaking softly to the handsome boy.

"You live around here?"

"Yeah," the boy replied.  Without taking his eyes off the game he added
that he lived in the apartment building Darren had written down the name of
earlier while cruising the poor, white-trash neighborhood.  "We're all four
from there."

Darren nodded.  "How old are you, dude?"

"Thirteen."

Darren had guessed right.  He noticed the teen was speaking softly too,
almost in a conspiratorial tone.  He glanced once more toward the counter;
the old man wasn't watching.

"Could you get into makin' some easy money, Tyler?"

"Hell yeah."

So far so good, Darren thought.  "How much money is a lot of money to you?"

The shaggy-haired teen stopped playing the space war game and an invading
alien vessel immediately shot down his unattended ship.  The game played
its loser tune again while the boy thought.  "I dunno.  Ten bucks?"

Oh my god, thought Darren.  He reminded himself of the statistics on the
neighborhood; these were white trash kids with divorced single moms, who
probably never had shit and were too young to work at McDonald's.  So
different from the suburban 'scene' kids who thought the universe somehow
owed them a pair of Nikes and a Playstation 2.  "Okay.  So twenty bucks
would be, like...?"  He waited for Tyler to finish the sentence.

"Like more than I ever fucking have," Tyler answered with the emphasis on
I.

Time to pop the question.  Darren gave Tyler the shy smile he had rehearsed
in front of his bathroom mirror.  He knew his freshly scrubbed college kid
appearance and quiet voice put teens at ease; he looked non-threatening,
not like a pervert, more like one of them, if they could have nice clothes
and go to a decent college.  He wore a sweatshirt with the logo of a
different college than the one he attended, twenty miles in the opposite
direction.  He had bought it at the college bookstore on the way home on
the last day of his census bureau job, just to throw off suspicion, then
washed it six times over the weekend so it wouldn't look brand new.  He
noticed Tyler's eyes stopped on the college logo as he sized Darren up.

Before he spoke, he took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his
pocket, lit a cigarette and handed it to Tyler.  The boy accepted it with a
"you're okay" smile.

"I guess it's no secret I'm gay," Darren said quietly.

"Duh."  The standard reply.

"I'd pay you twenty bucks to let me suck your dick."  Darren tried to make
it sound as casual as he could.  When the boy's eyes flickered toward the
teens at the other game machine, Darren added "They didn't hear me."

Tyler thought for a minute and took a long drag on the cigarette, his eyes
on the college logo in the center of Darren's sweatshirt.  "Where?"  The
boy's voice had dropped to a whisper.

"The bathroom."  Darren lowered his voice to match.

"No way dude, the old guy would have a shit fit."

"I know him, it's cool."

"You know him?"  Tyler seemed impressed by the revelation.  "Does he know
you're back here trying to..."

"Yup."  Darren took a twenty out of his wallet and held it out toward
Tyler.  "So... you wanna?"

Unable to resist the sight of the money, Tyler snapped it out of Darren's
hand and pocketed it in one smooth motion, then dropped the cigarette on
the floor and started walking toward the bathroom.  Darren followed.

The store's only restroom was barely large enough for two people, with an
ancient, gurgling toilet and a rust-stained sink.  Brown paper towels
bulged from a broken dispenser on the wall.  Darren entered after Tyler and
closed the door, pressing the doorknob lock with his thumb, grateful that
it still worked.  Dim light entered through a frosted window high on the
wall, but Darren flicked the light switch anyway.  A bare light bulb
flooded the tiny room with white light, and a ceiling fan grumbled loudly
overhead.  Fine, he thought; at least no one outside will hear anything.
He sat down on the chipped toilet seat and took his first really good look
at Tyler's body in the bright light.

The 13 year old was only slightly overweight, but was starting to develop a
few muscles, giving his upper arms and chest a little definition that
Darren definitely liked.  Tyler's face, neck and arms had a hint of a tan,
while everything normally covered by a t-shirt was the smooth, consistent
color of peach ice cream.  His nipples were as big around as a quarter but
swollen to the size of a ripe grape.  His belly button, what Darren called
an 'outy', looked like the tied end of a peach-colored balloon with a pale
protruding center the size of a gumball.  Darren never ceased to be amazed
by the variety of shapes and sizes of the human navel.

Tyler wasn't wearing a belt, so he simply popped the top button on his
denim jeans, pulled the zipper down, and let the pants and his plain white
boxers slip down to his knees.  His pubic hair was sparse, straight and
almost coal black, not too unusual for a blond.  His uncut dick was short
but thick, with a good half inch of foreskin past the end of his dickhead
when soft.  His balls were the size of walnuts in a loose, low-hanging sac.
The shaggy-haired teen watched silently as Darren enjoyed the view.

"Thank you," Darren said just loudly enough to be heard over the noisy fan.
Tyler's expression didn't change, he continued to stare slightly
slack-jawed at Darren's face.

Darren gently retracted the foreskin of Tyler's dick, and it immediately
twitched in his hand and started to swell.  He moved the foreskin back and
forth a few times with two fingers while licking the teen's pink dickhead.
Darren took a chance, going for more than he technically had paid for, and
slurped Tyler's ball sac into his mouth, savoring the soft skin and the
taste of dried cum.  By the time he finished sucking the boy's balls, the
shaft of his dick was fully erect.  He took it into his mouth and began
sucking it, using his tongue expertly while keeping a constant suction in
his mouth; Tyler's breathing became full and rhythmic.  After two minutes,
Darren felt a quick hard squirt of fluid hit the back of his throat, then
another, and finally a thin, salty dribble on his tongue.  Tyler almost
collapsed against the bathroom door, breathing the word "fuck!" over and
over in a thin, high-pitched whisper.

Darren let the organ slip from his mouth, licking off any remaining cum and
kissing Tyler's dickhead one last time.  Tyler continued his slack-jawed
stare, his hazel green eyes slightly crossed while his chest and shoulders
heaved up and down with deep breaths.  After a minute or so, Darren was
amused to see the boy's eyes suddenly uncross and focus on him.

"Holy shit."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it.  Was that your first time?"

"First time like that."

Darren nodded.  "I bet there's a 13 year old girl in those apartments who
you'd love for me to teach that to."

Tyler grinned as he pulled up his pants.  "One from my school."

"I know you're not gay," Darren said, "and what we just did doesn't make
you gay."

"I know," Tyler nodded, unfolding the twenty in his hands.  "Makes me
fuckin' rich, though."

Darren nodded toward the store.  "How well do you know those other dudes in
there?"

"They all would.  If that's what you wanna know."

Darren laughed.  "Thanks."

END OF PART 2