Date: Mon,  1 May 2006 16:07:38 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: The  Thing  To  Do   Part  One

Please be aware that this story contains material of a sexual nature and
describes sexual acts between varied ages, If you find this kind of
material offensive, or if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further.

This story may contain some factual information, but this is a work of
fiction. Any apparent similarity of characters to real people is
coincidental.


The Thing To Do


Part One


Cleaning the floor on my hands and knees was a long way behind me as I
watched the Florida border fly by. It really wasn't Ma's fault; as a
waitress in a greasy spoon she could barely control her own life, there was
no way she could do anything about Mack.  I was probably to blame too,
things don't happen to you unless you want them to.  That's what Ma always
said and maybe she was right.

I felt the truck slowing down and watched as we pulled into a weight
station.  The driver had been okay, but told me I needed to jump off before
the station saw that he had a passenger in the cab; I guess his company
didn't allow that.  I really didn't mind leaving him, he had a foul smell
and kept eyeing me in a way that I knew what was coming.

I looked around; the sun was in the west and heading for the horizon.  I
had to find a safe place to hole up before to long, but my stomach told me
to head for food.  Just over the hill was some fast food and I still had
five bucks.  A short walk and I found Mickey D's.  I grabbed a burger,
fries and looked for a drink cup left behind on a table, hey a guy has to
watch every dime.  Dinner done and soon I found a place deep behind the
trash barrels where a guy could close his eyes with little to fear.

I don't know what woke me, the growl from my stomach or the morning breeze
sending the odor of rotting food from the barrels my way.  Anyway it was
early and nothing was open but the drive through.  I got lucky and two guys
in a van came wheeling around the corner and I asked for a ride.  They let
me in the back with buckets of paint and even bought me a meal deal.  The
van was heading south down I 95, and after a short nap they let me out in
front of the "Welcome to Daytona Beach Sign".

I guess I better tell you a little more about me.

My name's Bryan, I'm fifteen and not really a run away.  After all, someone
has to be looking for you to really fit that category, and I know no one
really cared where I was just as long as I wasn't there.

There was my Ma's place.  I won't call it a home or even a house.  It was a
dump of a half of a house and Mack owned it and lived in the other half.

Mack and Ma started getting together about eight months ago.  I don't think
Ma liked him, but she got behind on the rent.  Soon her favors weren't
enough for Mack.  He told Ma I had to help clean the place and work for him
or out we go.  I didn't like Mack, but Ma cried and I said I would do
whatever he asked.  Mack was a mean man; he told me I had to clean the
floors on my hands and knees.  I asked for a mop, and that's when he kicked
me. Ma saw it and just turned and left, so I knew I had to go along to get
along.

The next day when I got home from school Mack was waiting for me.  He said
my shoes had scuffed the floor while I was cleaning and I was to come over
to his side to get the marks off.  He told me I was going to clean the
bathroom too so to change into just my swim trunks.  I did what he said and
pulled a pair of shorts over them.  When I walked into Mack's place he came
behind me and yanked down my shorts, my trucks fell with them.  Mack
smacked the back of my head and told me to follow his orders or I would pay
with a whipping.

Now I was made to get down on my hands and knees wearing nothing.  Mack
would follow behind me and from time to time put the toe of his boot up my
butt and tell me to move faster or clean harder.  I did my best to make him
happy.

I don't know why but the toe probing made me get hard.  When Mack saw this
he said I was a little fag, he pulled me up and stood there looking at me
naked.

My dick had a mind of its own and began to produce pre cum. Mack grabbed my
dick and pulled on it twice and I blew my load.  Mack laughed and pulled
out his own dick.  It was big, hairy and ugly.  I reached out and took hold
of it; I don't know why it just seemed like the thing to do.

No it wasn't the first dick I had held, this had happened before when Ma
and I stayed with her sister. Her stepson John was two years older and I
was told to share the bed with him for the two nights we were staying.  I
was sitting on the bed when John walked in from his shower.  He stood in
front of me and let his towel drop to the floor.  That was the first dick I
had seen that close, I reached out and grabbed it.  It just seemed like the
thing to do and John made sure I grabbed it a lot over the next two days.

Anyway, Mack said he would tell Ma and all my friends that I was queer, so
I had to do what he said. Day after day Mack would wait for me to return
from school.  I would strip naked and run between the doors of our two
places.  Once inside with Mack I cleaned in the nude while he grabbed me
and poked me and laughed at me.  I didn't like it, but sure as heck when he
dropped his shorts I would reach out and take hold of his dick.  We played
with each other and then he would make me get on my knees and rub his dick
in my face.  Sometimes he would push it into my mouth. I went along until
two days ago when he pushed me down and got on my back.  We hadn't done
this before, so I wasn't real sure what was coming. I felt him rub his big
dick over my butt crack and then he pushed the tip directly at my
asshole. I jumped up hitting him right in the balls.  Mack fell down
rolling in pain.  I knew I was in big trouble, so I ran out and to my room
grabbed my backpack a few things to wear, what cash I had and I hit the
road.

So here I was in Daytona Beach with two bucks in my pocket I walked towards
the beach, it was getting warmer and I opened my shirt to let the breeze
hit my chest and cool me off.  A few cars honked and waved, I guess this is
a friendly town.  Once I crossed the bridge I could see the boardwalk ahead
of me. There were fishermen and swimmers and suffers trying to stay on
their boards. Shops for towels and sandals, bars and restaurants of every
kind and hotels stretched along the beach. The air was warm; I had taken my
shirt off and tied it around my waste.  This was going to be a cool place
to stay.  I began to wonder where and I how I was going to eat.  I knew I
couldn't get my fill with what I had left, so I just wondered past most of
the places.

Then crash the side door of an Italian place flew open in the alley I was
passing.  A kid about my age came rolling out with a big burly guy kicking
him like a ball.  I don't speak Italian so I don't know what he was
yelling, but I knew it wasn't very nice. Once the kid reached the wall on
the other side of the alley, the big guy reached down and ripped the apron
off,leaving the kid shirtless, just wearing shorts and tennis shoes.  The
big guy looked up and saw me there.  He held out the apron and yelled,

"Hey you wanna wash dishes you got a job"

I moved down the alley and the cook that's who the big guy was I was soon
to learn hurried me in and slammed the door behind us.

"Come, come you eat and then get to work"

I moved forward mainly by the force of the large hand around my arm. I sat
at a table that had flour dusted all over it.

I heard the cook yell out "Jose, take care of this boy".  Before I knew it
a tall brown skinned kid delivered a plate filled with pasta, meatballs and
warm bread, next to it he placed a drink and with a smile he whispered to
me.

"I take care of you now, you take care of me tonight".

I smiled back and he yanked at the shirt around my waste and walked away
with it and my backpack.  I stood to protest, when the cook grabbed my
shoulder and said

"Don't worry about that stuff it will be safe and you'll see it later. Now
eat then come find me".

I put the apron on, it was a little damp, but it covered most of my body.

I found the cook with dirty plate in hand he guided me to the dish room.
There were large pots and plates and cups and glasses everywhere.

"Go to work I'll check on you later", he said.

I looked around, found a scrubber and started cleaning.  As the lunch hour
rolled on I thought the pile would over take me, but I kept busy and soon
saw the last plate.  I then cleaned the area getting ready for the dinner
rush.

I leaned back on the sink when another young dark skinned kid came in.  He
introduced himself as Carlos and he helped fill in the blanks.  The cook
"BT" was Big Tony. Jose was headwaiter and everyone in the kitchen and
dinning area had to report to him.  Apparently the kid who rolled out
earlier didn't think that was necessary.  Jose told BT and the rest is
history. I made a mental note to stay clear of Jose. That's not quite how
it turned out.  Before long BT came in, he looked around and smiled
broadly.

"Good job kid, take some time off before dinner, just don't go far.  Carlos
show him where he sleeps".

Wow I thought, I even get a dry place to sleep, this was going to work our
great.

Carlos took me out back and up some stairs to a screen door. Inside was a
large room; on the floor were mats and some sleeping bags.  At the end of
the room was a door that opened to a few toilets and a wall of
showerheads. Not much privacy, but much better than behind trash barrels. I
found my backpack and shirt placed on a mat along the edge of the
room. Carlos had a strange look on his face.  I asked him what was wrong
and he pointed to the mat next to mine and spoke one word,

"Jose".

I asked Carlos where his mat was, he pointed to over by the windows.  I
grabbed my shirt, backpack and dragged the mat across the room next to his.
Carlos smiled and gave me thumbs up. We had a few hours and Carlos said we
should get cleaned up and head out to the boardwalk. I realized I was
soaked from doing dishes.  I watched as Carlos peeled off his shirt and
pushed his black shoes off his feet. His socks came next and then his black
pants.  Down to just his boxers he looked at me like what was I waiting
for?  So I dropped my damp jeans and kicked off my sneakers.

Carlos smiled and said "leave your boxers here we'll grab some towels by
the door".

I watched Carlos as his boxers came down.  He was about my height 5' 6''
dark and slender.  I could see a bit of hair outlining his underarms and a
matching patch above his dick.  I guessed him to be about seventeen, but he
looked about my size. The head of his dick bounced from side to side and
grew a bit from the cool air hitting it.  I dropped my boxers and followed
him to the shower. The showerheads were very close and we stood next to
each other as we applied soap to our bodies. With the breeze rolling
through door and standing so close to Carlos I began to get hard.  I looked
down and Carlos was cleaning his balls and his dick was looking straight up
at me. We were so close, he looked so good his hands went to rub the soap
out of his eyes, I closed mine and reached out to hold his dick, it just
seemed like the thing to do.

As my hand stretched forward I heard a yell, hey!

My hand pulled back my eyes flew open and I saw Carlos looking at the door.
I turned and it was Jose.

Jose was standing at the door his shirt in his hand. He was taller than
Carlos and I by at least three inches. His skin wasn't as dark as Carlos,
and a thick line of hair dropped from his navel into his black trousers. He
looked strong.  Every muscle showed in his arms and below his chest.  His
shoulders were firm and the vain in his neck looked like a cord popping
out.

"Hey", he said again. "Who said you could move your mat"?

I stood just looking at him, the water suddenly turned cold and I realized
I was naked my dick dropped from the cold or just because of Jose.

Carlos spoke.  "I told him it would be okay Jose, He wanted to be near the
window where it's cooler".

Jose just looked at us, wet and nude.

He smiled and said "Next time check with me first, but now I know where to
find both you in the night".  At that he walked away.

I shivered and looked at Carlos.  He had gone soft and looked cold too.  We
both grabbed a towel and dried off before heading back to our mats.

Soon we were both in shorts tee shirt sneakers and out the door to the
boardwalk. The shops were busy, kids ran between the legs of the crowd.
Airplanes moved above with banners spelling out names of bars and places to
go.  Music played from every door and Carlos and I walked along just
enjoying the sites. We stopped long enough to get cotton candy, he bought
me one and we laughed like kids as our lips sucked at the air candy. We
ventured down the long pier and watched the fisherman pull in big and small
catches.  I could not remember the last time I felt so happy.  Soon it was
time to turn around and head back to the mats.

I think our hands touched a few times as we walked along, neither of us
pulled back or seemed to care.  It seemed like Carlos enjoyed the touching
as much as me so we just let it be.

Back at the mats things were busy. Boys mostly Cuban like Jose and Carlos
sat or lay out on their mats.  All were shirtless and most just had on
shorts or their boxers. Carlos pointed out the six that were nearest us and
I smiled and tried to remember each name.  The language spoke in the room
was Spanish. So I have no idea what was being said.

The screen door swung open and in came Jose and a kid about my age.  The
kid looked like he might be oriental and wore only shorts and sneakers. The
boys in the room all yelled out Nicky!  Carlos leaned over and told me that
Nicky was the nighttime dishwasher who would be helping me for the dinner
rush. I soon learned that Nicky lived with his folks who own the Chinese
restaurant down the way. He had too many bothers to be able to work there
so he worked for BT. More like it he worked for Jose, who had him by the
arm.  The two of them headed to Jose' mat.  Everyone turned away as if they
knew what was coming.  With his back to the crowd, Jose guided Nicky down
and in front of him.  Jose looked back to make sure all eyes were off the
two and moved forward to Nicky's face.  It was hard to see, because I too
did my best to look away, but from what I could tell Nicky was sucking Jose
off.  In a short time I heard Nicky gag and I saw Jose put his hand over
Nicky's lips as he swallowed deeply.  Jose adjusted his shorts and Nicky
crawled away and headed to the sink area. The rest of the boys just kept
talking like this was normal.  I looked at Carlos and saw a look of
hopelessness.