Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 19:56:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Zane Green <zaneg7@excite.com>
Subject: Jaded

 JADED By: Zane Hunter-Green

The copyright of this story belongs to the author. This is a piece of
fiction not based on any real person. This story is for a mature audience as
it has adult material. Let me know what you think of it. Please send E-mail
to ZaneG7@Excite.com



 In our bedroom I was shocked to see the young boy lying across the bed with
the light gleaming off his naked body. His uncle lay beside him stroking the
silver-gold hair of the youngster. The older man beckoned me over and handed
me a note.

As I took the note from Anton's shaky hands, I couldn't help but stare at
the golden boy-God lying beside him like a loyal pup. I was afraid that this
note was going to finalize my fears that it would be his last will and
testament I was in disbelief when I read the note. It called me the man of
the present. The man of the past (Anton) desired that I would take the man
of the future (his nephew) and make love to him now in the quiet room where
he could watch. I ripped up the paper into the confetti of a New Orleans
funeral..."No, I could never do that to you... to either of you!" I cried out.

"He loves you."  Anton whispered, speaking for the youngster. "I need to
know that you'll be there for each other. Please, Ty, do it for me."

A thousand reasons flashed through my brain for resisting this command, but
the opposing one was greater. I reached towards the silken body of the boy,
tasting the sound of his name. "Jaden"...

I pulled him close to me rubbing against his velvet smooth prick which was
as hard as the nails in a cof...no I couldn't think of that. This was a rare
gift I was being giving, and for Anton I would team with life. We had gone
through so much to have this boy with us. With that last thought I brought
my lips to the sweet arched form of the boys moist lips, and we kissed until
my tongue probed inside. I called his name again when our lips parted from
that first serious kiss, "Jaden I crooned.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

The name Jaden Pierce did not mean anything to me until I heard it from a
social worker calling us from LA. Unwittingly, when she asked to speak to
Anton, I said I was he. It was on the business line and I figured it was
only another merchandise order. I was too stunned when I heard that this boy
was slated to come and live with us to tell her that she was speaking to the
wrong man. Finally, I had to admit to her that I wasn't Anton, and I would
get him. There were two big problems though, The boy had run away from the
group home he had been temporary placed in, and Anton (his uncle and my
lover) wasn't in any shape to deal with a complication in his life now. When
I got the call I, hesitated, but Anton was the only family this boy had left
according to the social worker.

 I put the call on hold and went upstairs to see if Anton was awake. He was.

After I explained what details I knew I remember him saying. "Honey, we need
to find that boy. I'll be all right. I'm starting to feel like my old self.
We're just not going to tell anyone down in LA how sick I am. That boy needs
us.

"Needs us", I thought, he would hate it here. We lived in a place I liked to
call the other California, a rural community south of Mammoth Lakes. We ran
a shop that specialized in fishing supplies, although most of our sales
lately came from our web-site. We lived comfortably enough above the store.
I looked around. There was no place in our lives where we could fit a young
teen.

I didn't have much time to visual what having a kid here would mean as Anton
was packing our bags, and giving me instructions about getting gas in the
car as he arranged to have our friend Michael look after the shop for a day
or two.

Late in the day, parked on a side street by the Los Angeles public records
building. I found myself waiting in the car for Anton. He had to go in and
sign an assortment of papers. I passed the time on the computer checking our
E-mail, and describing some of the fly tackle that I was working on for the
trout season to unknown fishing ethicists. If I was less detailed than usual
when I wrote of the quality and color of the bird feathers it was because I
kept thinking about how a boy would wreck havoc in our orderly lives. I
secretly hoped that this kid had run away for good.

 Anton knocked on the car window. I leaned over and opened the passenger
door for him. He sounded happy. " I never signed so many papers since we
bought the store. You should have signed too, but I wrote your name in as
his legal guardian if anything happens to me. Now we just have to find our
boy. Here's what he looks like." his eyes shone as he handed me the picture.
"What do you think!"

 He gave me an enlarged photograph. I looked at a picture of the kid. He
wasn't at all what I expected. I figured he'd be dark like Anton, perhaps
with his starting blue eyes, but this boy had such blond hair that I
remembered thinking the term, platinum. He also had jade-green eyes. I
wondered if that was how he got the name Jaden. He looked young for his age,
and very cute. I hate to admit it but the pangs going through my heart were
not love for this boy, who looked like a gay little angel, it was raw and
painful jealousy.

"When was this picture taken?" I asked controlling the emotion in my voice.

"A few weeks ago. It's his school picture, and you know that no one looks
good in one of those, but he does He's a beauty isn't he. His state guardian
wanted me to have him listed as a runaway, but I told her politely where to
shove it."

"You didn't! I said."

" Well, I used legalese to berate her for not contacting me the minute my
sister had died. I think she was rather disappointed when she saw me. The
boy is listed with the state anyway, but since I'm his legal guardian I shut
her up by implying that I might sue for mishandling of a traumatized boy.
She was glad then to shove the problem of the missing youngster in my lap."

"You look tired Anton, are you alright?"

"I'm okay. Listen I'm telling you the game plan here"

"I'm listening." I hunched over the wheel so he couldn't see my expression.
The smog was making his conversation break as he coughed. Looking for this
kid could kill him I thought. We'd never find this kid, and the search and
frustration would be too much for him.

"We're going to drive around the Woods."

"The woods?" I asked.

"Hollywood, I keep forgetting that you're not from the West Coast, any way I
know that kid is starting to make the same mistakes I made. He's got to be
selling that cute little ass so he can eat."

I felt that Anton was right. The boy was living off the streets as trade.
Anton had come from the same dark path, I knew he had been fifteen when he
was kicked out of his home.

Anton looked sad. "I don't kid myself that we'll find him easily. Tomorrow
morning I'm going to fly home. We can't leave the store, and I know that the
Doc's told me I had to get bed rest or I'll have a setback. I would rather
stay, but I have to be realistic, when we find our boy it isn't going to be
easy to get him adjusted to living with us either. I have to get better.
Tyler, I know you have the best chance of finding him, you could pass as a
prostitute yourself."

"Thanks man but I won't take that as a compliment."

"What I want to say is you have the energy to hunt for him, if you don't
want to do it I'll understand. We can hire a Detective I guess."

"Look, we're wasting time, let's drive around, maybe we'll be lucky."  I had
already paid the parking toll- machine, and the gate was going up. The city
streets were clogged from rush hour traffic. This was the time of day where
a boy might start to work, hoping that men going home would stop for a quick
blow job, to release the tensions of the day; before the men drove home
bumper to bumper on the freeways; to a wife who pounced on him with un-paid
bills, and complaints about the children, the world, the car, the
neighborhood, their lack of a sex life.

What we saw creeped me out. There were kids on the streets, hanging, looking
for action. They looked older than Jaden, but hopeless. We cruised the
blocks, I watched the traffic, and Anton looked at the crowds.

"We're going to have to stop, and walk around." He finally admitted

"You up for that Anton? Maybe we can go into a dinner, get some coffee, and
talk to a few of the street kids. Show them his picture. You know buy them
sandwiches or something."

"Ty, that only happens in movies, but it's a start"

"You sure he's on the streets?"

"Where else could he be, my instinct says he has to be out here."

"What if something happened to him?"

"Well it already did, or he wouldn't be here."

"What if someone already offered him a home, maybe he ran away from the
group home to be with someone."

"Nay that only happens in movies too."

"So you're sure he's around here, this is a ugly scene for a boy."

"That's why you're going to find him.

We ended in a generic Coffeehouse, where the cups were chipped, and the
embossed name of a major chain wasn't stamped anywhere.

As Aston fiddled with a street map my eyes were glued to the cutest little
ass on a stool at the counter. I watched as a nondescript man came along put
his arm around the lad, before sitting down beside him.

"Too bad" I said.

"Too bad what, repeated Anton.

"That's not your nephew."

"He's too old."

"You never told me, have you ever met him before?"

"No, I didn't even know my sister had a child, strange isn't it how families
can just drift apart. Well this time when I find him, I won't let him go, at
least not until he's all grown-up."

I looked at the bitter grounds of the expresso I had ordered. It was
shaped against the cup like dark brown tears. "Anton, you really think we'll
find this kid?"

"We have to find him."


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