Date: Sun, 06 Dec 1998 22:15:17 PST
From: Mike R <lil_boytoy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Greg Chapter 12 part 3

Greg:
Part 3 ~ Chapter 12 
By: Michael

Authors Note: Okay it has been brought to my attention in 
several e-mails that my story is hard to follow cause I 
"jump around" a lot.  Those black lines in my story are 
there for that reason when you see a long black line it 
means the scene just changed.

Chapter 12

Greg steps off the plane as the smell of freedom hits his 
nose once again; this time the smell is full of a rich salt 
aroma and not that of rotten garbage.  He takes his 
backpack, slings it over his shoulder, and heads to the 
airport exit doors in search of a taxi.

"Where to kid?" questions the taxi driver.

Greg swallows hard knowing where he wants to go, but unsure 
if he has the guts to admit it.

"Ahh... Castro district" Greg staggers out.

The taxi driver smiles after seeing the kid's timid answer.  
He can tell this kid is "fresh meat" to that area of town 
and decides against asking the kid anymore about his 
reasons for going there.

Greg pays the cabby and gets out of the car as his jaw 
drops.  He sees men and women walking the street holding 
hands with members of the same sex as if nothing was out of 
the ordinary.  He watches all these happy gay (redundant 
isn't it) couples with amazement; he soon makes his way to 
a sidewalk cafe and sits down to take in the sights and all 
the eye-candy.  The sun slowly sets on the San Francisco 
Street as Greg sips his coffee watching the people come and 
go.  The realization that he spent his whole afternoon in 
this cafe sets in as he curses himself for not finding a 
place to stay for the night.

Greg soon realizes the gradual change in people now on this 
famous piece of pavement.  The street is now starting to 
fill with young teenage boys around his age and older men.  
He watches the events closely and soon realizes that the 
street is now filling with male whores and their buyers.  

"Hey Ashton, look at the cafe." says one young hooker to 
the other at the street corner.

"Huh, oh him?  Yeah he's cute, but what about him, 
Philipee?" replies Ashton.

"I bet he would make a perfect third for that party."

"What are you talking about?  We don't even know him.  I 
mean he could be diseased or some other shit like that.  
Are you crazy, man?"

"Dude, trust me that guy is a boy toy waiting to happen.  
Give me a minute and I guarantee that boy will be working 
with us."

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

Philipee slowly makes his way towards Greg.  Ashton can't 
help but snicker at the way his friend, pimp, part-time 
lover, and partner in trick turning makes his moves.  Greg 
looks up, from his self-gripping, seeing the overly obvious 
hustler coming toward him.

"Look dude, I don't care who you are or what you got, I 
ain't interested!"

Philipee winks at Greg's statement and smiles ruefully.

"Hey man chill, I ain't gonna hustle you, besides you 
probably couldn't afford me. But look at it this way, if I 
as a hustler can spot you as fresh meat so can others a lot 
worse than me."

"Yeah so what about it?" says Greg with slight concern now 
in his voice.

"Well it's like this, you're a street kid; you have four 
choices.  One, join a gang, get jumped in, and then worry 
the rest of your life who will be the one to shoot your ass 
dead.  Two, be a street rat and live like a bum "dumpster 
diving" in other peoples trash; three, go back home; or 
four, become a hustler.  And that means you gotta learn how 
to tell a customer from a cop or someone that will fucking 
kill you for kicks."

"So what you're saying is this, you're offering to be my 
pimp?"

Philipee smiles at this remark; he realizes this guy may 
not be as green as he thought.

"Nah, pimp is such a harsh word; I prefer head trick turner 
or master slut boy; they have more pizzazz. Anyway, what is 
it gonna be dude?"

Greg pauses for a moment to weigh his choices.

"Okay I accept, and it's Greg, not dude."

Philipee nods and extends his hand.

"Name's Philipee," said with a fake French accent.  He then 
whistles for Ashton to come over and introduces each to the 
other.  

"Okay boys lets get serious; Greg how much do you know 
about sex?"


Jeff watches from a distance as Jim's car pulls back into 
the ranch.  He can see the car is not carrying a passenger.  
All he can do is sigh as the pain slowly sets in and the 
name Greg gets burned into his soul as the one who broke 
his heart. 

Jason also watches the car as well, but from his 
vantagepoint he can also see his friend Jeff.  He sees the 
all to familiar look in the man's eyes.  He thinks, `why do 
we hurt the ones we love?'

Jeff goes back to his duties.  Both Justin and Jason come 
over a few times to talk with Jeff, but both are given 
half-hearted answers and they soon leave in failure.


"MMM, that's it; now flick your tongue across my cock's 
head. aah. like that!"

Philipee continues to give his willing pupil lessons while 
Greg sucks on his rod.  Meanwhile, Ashton slowly loosens up 
Greg's bum with his fingers while his other hand gently 
strokes the teen's balls. Greg lets out a whimper as the 
second finger works it way in, sending ripples of pleasure 
to his cock.

Philipee's head thrashes around as Greg softly places his 
lower teeth at the spot where the cock head meets the shaft 
and moans, he can feel the vibrations traveling down his 
cock and into his already swollen balls.

Greg lets out another soft whimper as Ashton presses his 
head at the opening of his hole.  Without warning, Ashton 
pushes himself into Greg in one quick move.

"Oh, Philipee you have got to try this guy's ass; it is so 
tight and hot," moans Ashton.

"Ahh. maybe. MMM. after I recover from his blowjob."

Greg can't help but smile at the praise from the two.  He 
soon feels a hand grab a tight hold of his cock and starts 
to stroke it.  He gasps quickly and with out warning the 
excitement of two guys at once pushes him over the edge.

He clinches hold of Ashton's cock with his ass and lets out 
a loud groan that gives Philpee the chance to push his cock 
in further.  Philipee arches his body upwards and lets out 
a cry of pleasure as the sensation travels from his balls 
to his cock head causing it to erupt with his seed into 
Greg's mouth.

Ashton quickly follows suit as the rhythmic tightening of 
Greg's ass takes him to edge; he makes one final hard 
thrust into the other guy's ass. He can feel his dick 
expand in the hot ass as cum leaves him.  All three boys 
soon collapse into a heap.

"Well. I. think. that qualifies as your. midterm Greg," 
gasps Philipee.



"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damn this piece of shit!" barks Jeff as 
he throws down the hammer in his hand and kicks at the 
piece of fence he is trying to repair."

"Hey Jeff, calm down man," says Justin.

"Look will you get off my case!"

"Hey Jeff, chill no one is on your case, but you have been 
acting weird lately.  What gives?"

"Nothing, I'm fine; know can you leave me alone.  I have to 
finish this damn fence before lunch!"

Justin sighs seeing the obvious change in his friend's 
behavior since Greg's leaving the ranch.  He sighs 
wondering how many other lives have been effected by this 
kid.  He walks away trying to think of a way to help ease 
his friend's hurt and anger.


"How much, for the guy over there?"

Philipee shakes his head at the guy while he asks about the 
cost of Greg.

"He ain't on the market yet.  He still has some learning to 
do, but me or my friend here are all ready for you."

The man just shakes his head no.

"Look I don't care if he's not ready.  He's what I want!  
Now how much is he?  $200, $100, or what?"

Philipee pauses for a second and then sighs.

"Okay, $100, BUT all you get is a blowjob; you ain't 
getting his ass until I'm damn good and ready."

The man nods and smiles.  Philipee motions for Greg to come 
over.  Greg can see the man eyeing him; his stomach turns 
as the thoughts of what he will be doing with man sets in.

He follows the man into the back alley that is near the 
street corner.  The smell of the garbage instantly fills 
Greg's nose, adding to his already sick feeling.  He 
quickly kneels down in front of the man once they are 
behind a dumpster.  He watches as the man's dirt caked 
hand's fumble at his pants button.

"Hey you wanna give me some help? I'm paying you for this 
shit?"

Greg nods and reluctantly reaches up and starts to undo the 
man's pants.  He reaches in to pull out the man's cock. 

"That's better, now suck on it punk."

Greg does as he is told and as he puts his lips on the 
man's cock his nose is assaulted by the foul odor of 
someone who has not bathed in awhile.  He fights back the 
erg to vomit from the smell alone.

The man starts to run his dirty hands through Greg's hair.  
Without warning, he grabs hold tight and starts to face 
fuck Greg hard.  Greg tries his best to slow the man down, 
but then Greg realizes this guy isn't paying him to go 
slow.  He is paying to get sex the way he wants it. Greg 
begins to think about other things to try and distract his 
mind from this act. His mind slowly wonders towards Jeff.  
He can feel a lump form in his throat.


"Hey this ain't Hollywood Greg, and you certainly are not 
Julia Roberts; those kind of guys work about five blocks 
over if you know what I mean," snaps Ashton.

"Look, I don't give a shit!  I ain't doing another guy like 
that. I feel like I'll have to brush my teeth for a month 
before I'll get that taste out!"

Ashton can't help but laugh.  He wonders if he was this 
timid when he started selling his body.

"Listen, after next week we're gonna be on easy street 
dude!" interjects Philipee.

"What you mean by that?"

"Well let's put it this way.  You, me, and Ashton are going 
to some rich ass "straight" man's party in the hills as the 
guests."

"Huh?"

"Oh come on.  Don't tell me you're that wet behind the 
ears?  We're going to some fucking dudes party as rented 
sex toys for him and his friends for the night?"

"Oh, ahh?  Hmm. how many guys?"

Philipee shrugs

"I don't know maybe 20.50, hell I don't know.  Why?  You 
chicken or some shit like that?"

"Hell no!  I mean what about.you know.AIDS and stuff like 
that?"

"Look Greg, Ashton and I have been in this business awhile 
and we ain't got it yet; besides that's part of the risk of 
selling flesh.  You can bail on us now, but this trick is 
the one that is gonna set us on easy street and if you 
leave now, there ain't no coming back."

Greg nods knowing this could be the break he needs.  He 
looks at Ashton than to Philipee; he figures both guys must 
be clean cause they look too good to be diseased.  He 
swallows hard and nods.

"Okay, I'm in."

"Thought so, now we need to work out some shit about next 
week.  You still ain't ready yet for that big of a party."

All three boys walk out of the alley and back to the corner 
so Greg can get some more "practice."


"Just go fuck yourself Jim!"

Jeff storms off, throwing down his tool belt at Jim's feet.  
He sees one of the kids staring at his violent actions.

"What the hell you looking at shrimp?"

Before Jeff can make anymore actions Jim grabs him by the 
arm and literally drags him back to the office.

"Look Jeff what the fuck is your problem?  We all care 
about you, but we will not tolerate you harassing the boys?  
Now talk!"

Jeff looks at him and sighs.  Finally the six months of 
loneliness and hurt breaks.  He falls into his friend's 
arms crying.

"I. I. miss him Jim.. He took my heart.  I can't."

Jeff falls back into tears as Jim hugs him tight.  Justin 
walks into the office with a concerned look on his face.  
He sees Jim hugging Jeff as Jim makes shhh sign with his 
mouth and forefinger.  Justin nods and quietly splits in 
and hugs his friend tightly too, sandwiching the whimpering 
Jeff between them.

Jeff looks up and tries to clear his throat and mind.

"I. I. can't stay here."

"Hush Jeff, we know," Jim sighs.

"No. I. I have to let this out.  It's killing me inside 
worse than not having him is.  I should have told him I 
loved him.  None of this would have happened if I just said 
`I love you.'  He would be here with us; I wouldn't be 
going crazy."

"No, Jeff.  Look he made his choices you can't blame 
yourself.  We gave him the option to stay here.  He choose 
not to," explains Justin."

"Look Jeff, as much as we would miss you; you need to get 
away.  This first few years of the Ranch you have been here 
longer than any of us; take off and find him.  You've been 
to San Francisco as much as we have. You saw what the 
streets are like.  Six months has past; all you can do is 
hope for the best." reasons Jim.

Jeff nods as tears die down to weak sobs.  He looks at the 
two men holding him and wonders if his Greg has friends 
this loving.  He nods in agreement with their advice.

The next morning Jeff hugs each of his friends, one by one, 
as he gets into the car with Jim.  They head for the 
airport with long talks of places where Greg may be if he 
is still in the San Francisco area.  Jim gives Jeff a few 
last words of encouragement as Jeff steps onto the 
airplane.


"Come on man, please, just one more hit.  I'm good for it; 
I'll give you a blowjob, sex, whatever you want!  Please I 
have got to have IT." begs. 

(Read the next chapter to find out who is begging and what 
"IT" is.)