Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2016 18:38:26 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triange Boys Part 3

			       TRIANGLE BOYS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction.  It involves male prostitution with both
of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex.  If
you find this objectionable, please do not read.  If you find this erotic,
please enjoy



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						THREE



	The office wasn't lavish like you would think that a Judge's
chambers would be.  It was tastefully appointed to be sure but still very
functional.  Judge Merchant, as a mere family court judge, didn't rate
highly enough for the wood panel walls and high quality reproduction
antiques but it was the next level down from that and quite comfortable. Of
course, only the Judge was really aware of it.  Ian Hansford, at 13, was
too young to know the subtle gradations of adult authority and Mr. Spell,
the director of Union Memorial, didn't care.  He had business to conduct
and that business was to rid his venerable institution of the pollution
caused by Ian Hansford.

	"I hope you understand, Your Honor," Mr. Spell stammered as he
leaned forward in the wing chair facing the desk.  His heavily starched
suit creaked as he moved and he was fiddling nervously with his bow tie.
Ian sat forlornly on the couch by the wall.  "It's a dirty business but we
can't have it.  Of course, I sympathize with the young man.  He's had a
difficult life.  It's all in the file.  I suppose it's not his fault,
exactly.  Not when you consider everything.  But the scandal alone would
ruin us.  I appreciate that attitudes have changed about homosexuality but
this is entirely different.  It goes beyond that.  This is incest and child
molestation.  The younger boy hasn't even turned 11."

	Judge Merchant leaned back in his black leather chair, his hand
massaging his goatee in contemplation. He did glance appreciatively at the
boy on the couch, who had his head bowed low, silent with shame.  He was
far more beautiful in person than on the fumbling amateur videos that had
been posted password protected in Usenet groups. Not that those hadn't been
delightful.  The older boy had grown some over the course of the series,
large balls but hairless to begin with and then slowly growing taller and
hairer.  The younger boy, a true delight, remained hairless of course. But
both boys were hard and enthusiastic, laughing and giggling and enjoying
themselves.  Niether boy penetrated the other, only the off camera adult
had finger banged Ian, but both boys, Ethan the younger particularly,
sucked with abandon.  Gil was able to contain his satisfaction at how he
managed to manipulate the situation.  A fellow traveler had informed him
that the boy who had caused such a sensation among that limited set of
admirers of very young flesh was at Union Memorial Home for Boys, along
with the younger boy, which to Gil's excitement had turned out to be a
brother.  Surprisingly, Sam hadn't been interested in taking the boy on,
despite his obvious charms.  But Gil wanted to force the situation. The
idiot Spell was completely unaware of the nature of the boys past until Gil
had managed to anonymously inform him.  Then, like clock-work, the boys had
been caught in bed together.  It was only then that Sam had shown interest
in acquiring him, and then only the older boy. Now Gil wanted to move on.

	"Yes, I see.  Of course, I do see your point, Director.  Perhaps it
would be best to find Ian a different placement.  What do you intend to do
about the younger boy?"

	"The brother? We'll keep him, I think.  Hopefully, with counseling
..."

	"I see.  Well, we can always cross that bridge when we come to it."
As much as Gil would want the younger brother, Ethan, as part of a package
deal, he knew that it would go against Sam's wishes.  Ethan, although
alluring, was, after all, hairless.  Sam, in 25 years, had shown a distaste
for having very young boys.  Only once did he bring a boy in almost as
young as Ethan, and that boy was now sitting in the waiting room to take
Ian off.  "I gather that you want the change to happen sooner rather than
later?"

	"Today, if that's possible," Spell answered quickly.  He
desperately wanted to be rid of Ian.  Mentally, he was kicking himself.  If
he had known that the Judge was willing to take both boys off his hands, he
would have asked.  He knew now he should have done it.

	"Of course, the sooner the better. I agree.  Ian," Judge Merchant
looked at the sullen boy on the couch, addressing him for the first time
only after a portion of his fate had been decided.  "I'm afraid you'll have
to spend a little more time here while we make some arrangements."

	Ian didn't answer, just nodded resignedly.  He didn't quite know
how feel.  One part of him was happy that he was leaving Union Memorial but
he was depressed and sad about being separated from Ethan.  He was also
ashamed that so many adults had to know about what they did and that they
had to talk about it.  They made such a big deal about it when it hadn't
really seemed like a big deal at the time that it happened.

	Mr. Spell jumped up, profusely thanking the Judge, shaking his
hand.  He seemed almost giddy from relief.  "I had him bring his personal
belongings, armed against such an eventuality, just in case.  Fairly
meager, though."

	The Judge ignored him, pushing papers back into the manila folder.
"Don't worry about it, Director.  I'll see to the paperwork."

	"Yes, thank you again, Your Honor.  You've always been an aid and a
blessing to us at Union" Spell stammered as he beat a hasty retreat.

	The Judge picked up his phone and dialed out to his secretary.
"Agnes, has my grandson arrived yet?  Good.  Send him in please."

	As it happened, Spell met Adam as he was exiting and Adam entering.
In his haste, Spell nearly crashed headlong into the teenager but not a
moment of recognition flickered in his eyes.  Adam, though, recognized the
man and thought him to be ageless and unchanged.  This had not been Spell's
first time in this office having the same conversation about a troublesome
boy.  At least one such occasion had been more than 4 years previously.  Of
course, a boy does a great deal of growing between 11 going on 12 and just
turned 16.  Still, with full lips and bright green eyes, people tended to
notice Adam.

	Agnes peeked her head in as Adam was entering and told the Judge
she was going to lunch.  Adam closed the door behind him and shrugged.
"That's convenient.  Good timing?"

	"Perfect timing."  Judge Merchant replied, handing Adam the large
file.

	Adam stuck it in his backpack unread.  He was more interested in
appraising the boy.  He was taller than most 13 year olds and had delicate,
almost feminine features and porcelain skin.  He was scrawny too, that
impression made worse by the oversized Advent clothing T shirt. Still, Adam
knew that people would be waiting in line for him.  All in all, they were
getting what they needed in a boy.

	 "Hey Ian, I'm Adam." Adam said.

	The boy looked up with a glint of interest in his eyes.  Adam was a
teen-aged sex god and the interest was purely reflexive, involuntary.
"Hey" he answered, unsure of what he should say or do.

	"Bunch of fucking shit, huh?"  Adam asked him

	"Yeah, kinda."

	"It's going to be cool, bro.  Promise."  Adam told him.

	"I assume that Sam will approve?"  the Judge piped in.

	"Is this your same office, Gil?  When it was me, it seemed bigger."

	"You were smaller then"

	"Yeah.  Is this cash or trade?"  Adam knew the answer but asked it
anyway.

	"Trade.  Just let me know when sprout's ready to take his turn,
that will be just fine."  Gil answered as he went back to desk.  "I like
them young.  There's a brother, you know.  Too bad I couldn't offer you the
pair."

	It kind of pissed Adam off, but expertly he hid it.  Gil, as a
Judge, was important to them so a certain amount of courtesy was needed.
He bit back that it was a finder's fee and not a sale: a distinction that
was important to Adam but one Gil wouldn't understand.  In Adam's mind,
they rented their bodies and services, they didn't sell them.  There was
little more to settle and they waited for the secretary to clear out before
leaving. He took Ian away and they went down to the parking garage to go.
He was driving Sam's A4.  Sliding in, Ian asked him, with obvious envy, if
this was his car.

	"No, it's Sam's.  He's kind of my boss.  Our boss, I guess.  If you
agree, of course. I have a Mazda, but I have another errand to run while
we're out and it kind of involves... Well, I'm driving Sam's car.  The
Grandpa car.  You don't have a problem with a little law-breaking, do you?"

	"No, not really."  Ian said, sitting a little straighter in the
seat as Adam pulled out onto Montgomery Street, leaving the Judicial
Complex behind.  "What we doing?"

	Adam stepped on the gas, sped up and slipped into the left hand
lane.  He was driving fast even for a city known for fast, reckless
drivers.  "First, I gotta take you to see this Doctor so he can check you
out. That part kind of sucks, but we gotta.  Then, I've got to procure some
green, vegetable matter."  Adam looked over at the kid, who was clueless.
"Pot, stupid."

	"Oh, okay."  Ian said as he shifted in his seat.  Staring out the
window at the old warehouses of the railroad yard passing by, he asked "how
much did you buy me for?"

	"Five thousand. But we didn't buy you, we bought the opportunity to
make you an offer.  If you don't want it, it's cool.  We'll take you back
and Gil will put you in foster care or something.  Just want to give you
another option.  By the way, I was at Union, too. I hated that shit
hole. That fucker Spell couldn't wait to get rid of me either. "

	Ian turned to look at him as they sped down the tree lined obstacle
course that is Liberty.  "What did you do?"

	"Giving the boys hand jobs for five bucks and blowjobs for 10."

	"Just for the money or ..."  Ian didn't know how to ask it.  He
desperately wanted Adam to be gay too.  Every nerve ending in his body was
screaming out that he wanted Adam to be gay but he was scared.  Even though
he was young, Ian had already learned that there is a small amount of
safety in the closet.

	"Just because I did it for the money doesn't mean that I didn't
enjoy it.  Some of those boys were pretty fucking hot. There are some of
them I would even fuck for free, and that's saying a shit load.  But I'm a
fag that way. How about you?"  Adam said as they turned on to Abercorn and
sped toward Lafayette Square.

	"Yeah, me too."  Ian answered quietly and seriously.

	Adam laughed as he pulled onto the brick lined pavement to roar
past a Spanish moss dripped green space.  "You made your confession in
front of the Catholic Cathedral.  Irony.  But the right answer. What we do
works best if you really just like dick.  We've seen the videos, you
know. "

	"Oh" Ian replied, ashamed again and a little scared.  Not so much
physically but he didn't want his newfound hero to think badly of him.

	"Don't worry, totally cool.  That's not the kind of thing we hold
against a boy.  Personally, I'm not into little boys but they were kinda
hot. The only fucked up part, as far as I'm concerned, is that all you got
out of it probably was the orgasm. That's the difference between an amateur
and a pro, how much you get paid."

	 They rode in silence as Adam sped around Calhoun square.  A lot of
times he would just use Whitaker to go uptown, bypassing all the squares
but today he was in the mood for the grace and beauty they provided.
Unfortunately, they got trapped behind a horse and carriage carting around
tourists.  Rustling his fingers impatiently, he told Ian to find some
tunes.  The younger boy scrounged around and found some CD's but wasn't
sure which one to pick.  He wanted it be sufficiently cool but couldn't
figure what that would be.  He called out some groups before Adam decided
on Green Day, remarking that it couldn't be Sam's because he didn't have
the musical taste for it since he was old.

	"How old is he?"  Ian asked innocently enough.

	"Fucking ancient.  Like 40 or something.  He's pretty cool overall.
He's just locked into the old days, you know, like AIDS and shit.  When
fags were dropping like flies.  Mostly, he just tries to protect us."  At
last, Adam got half way around the square, turning back on Abercorn and
floored it.

	"Is pretty old, though" Ian decided, rocking a little to the beat.

	About 15 minutes later, they pulled into a low slung professional
building near the large medical campus.  Taking Ian with him, they bounded
up a flight of stairs to the second floor and entered an office.  It said
Daniel Dixon, MD, Family Medicine on the door.  Adam walked across the
empty waiting room, past the reception desk that had its frosted glass
window shut to a door, punching in a code.  Ian followed him into the
corridor beyond the door, where the exam rooms were.  He was fairly nervous
and wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't about to be sold for body parts.
Still, young adolescent pride or fear of being looked down on forced him
forward.

	"Danny" Adam called out.  He looked at Ian and gave him a half
smile and small nod in reassurance.  "He's cool."

	A man in his late thirties or early forties, dressed in a lab coat
and tie, emerged from the small office area.  "Adam" he said, kissing the
teenager on his olive skinned cheek.  "Is this the latest recruit?"

	"Ian, this is Danny"

	"Nice to meet you, Ian.  Just pick a room."

	Adam guided him into the first exam room and Dr. Dixon followed.
The office was still and quiet, empty.  Ian just stood there,
self-conscious before Adam playfully half-slung him onto the exam table.
It took him a moment to realize that he needed to take off his shirt.  When
he did, Adam knew that he judged correctly.  Of course, he had grown some
since the videos were made.  The kid, skinny to be sure, was losing his
baby fat and even had the faint beginnings of six-pack.  You could see the
veins in his arms and Adam was a little surprised to see that the boy had
underarm hair.  Dixon looked in his mouth and felt for his lymph nodes in
the neck before listening to his heart and lungs.  It was very
professionally done and Adam respected him for it.  Long ago, Danny had
been a working boy, an early worker for Sam.  His earnings had paid for
medical school.  Danny and Sam had been lovers back in the day and Adam
suspected that they still were.  Certainly, Danny had little interest in
twink boys as his taste, like Sam's, was rumored to run in dark, dangerous
places.

	"I need to examine you down there if you could pull down your
pants" Dixon told him.  Ian looked at Adam to see if he should.  When Adam
nodded, Ian undid his pants and dropped them to the ground.  It took him a
half second to realize that the boxers had to go to.  The pubic hair wasn't
fully grown into the V shape of an adult but he had a fairly full bush
around his penis.  And it was a man sized penis on a boy's body.  He had
the oversized tool that nature often bestows on slender boys.  Adam was a
little surprised because the kid was actually further along in puberty than
Ben was despite being a year younger.  Dixon interrupted his thoughts by
asking if he wanted him to do a gem probe.

	 "It burn when you piss?" Adam asked him.

	"No" Ian answered, more than a little self conscious standing there
naked and aware that his dick was hardening a little.  It seemed to have a
life of its own, getting hard in a moment sometimes for no reason at all.

	"Nah, just the HIV test and the hepatitis shots."  Adam announced.
He dug out his cell phone and stepped out into the hall to call Sam.  He
couldn't say much on the phone but wanted Sam to know that the kid had good
earning potential.  A little less mature would have brought greater earning
price per date but fewer dates. Plus, too immature would cause dissension
in the group Adam himself and then Ben earlier this year had been
controversial because some of the others didn't think they were far enough
along physically to meet two essential criteria: being gay or bi and freely
and willingly deciding to join.  The fact that they were all ready engaging
in prostitution had been a major factor in their favor.  Despite Ian's
involvement in kiddie porn, he had never actually been paid for sex.

	When he stepped back into the room, Danny had finished and Ian had
pulled up his pants.  He was rubbing his arm where Dixon had just given him
a shot.  "I'll need to give him the second round in a month" Dixon said.
Ian scrunched his face in distaste.  The first shot had hurt.

	As they were walking out, Ian asked what they were doing next. Adam
smiled and told him that fun part of the day was just beginning.  He didn't
know what that meant but Ian had begun to notice some things.  He had
noticed that no money had changed hands for the doctor's service and there
hadn't been the usual production of a Medicaid card.  He knew that it was
strange to see a doctor off the books and with no records kept.  He
couldn't figure out the exact contours of it but he did know that whatever
Adam had to offer it involved sex, probably with adults and would be
illegal.  He just accepted it and went along.  He judged that Adam wasn't a
bad or mean person and that it wouldn't be too bad, probably.  Breaking the
law meant nothing to him.

	As they sped down Truman Parkway, Adam kept up a steady stream of
conversation, mostly about Union Memorial.  But what made Ian dizzy was the
way he went from subject to subject, pretty much randomly.  One minute,
they were talking about the house parents and the next about cars.  The
transition was that one of the house parents had an old MG which Adam
thought was cool.  But Adam was happy talking and Ian happy listening,
chiming in from time to time.  They pulled Truman at the end and within
minutes were pulling into an apartment complex.  He parked and reached to
the back seat and got his back pack.

	"Don't lose the school file, we'll need that.  You can have the
social service file.  We don't care about it."  Adam said, handing him the
two files.  He reached over Ian to the glove compartment and pulled out the
Glock 19 pistol and an envelope.  Ian eyes were big as he saw the gun.
Worried, he watched Adam check the magazine and slide. He then reached back
into the glove compartment and pulled out an envelope.

	"Is this okay?"  Ian asked nervously as Adam counted out hundred
dollar bills.  He put pulled out 500 dollars and put them in his pants
pocket and kept another 2,000 in the envelope.

	"Yeah, but you never know.  You're going to have to come with me.
This isn't a good neighborhood for a white kid to be in an expensive car
alone.  Stay ahead of me when we walk up and back but when we're inside
stay behind me.  Got it?"

	Ian nodded, plainly scared.  "What if somebody shoots?"

	"If you see me go for the gun, hit the ground and get the fuck
out. Then run like shit.  But don't worry, this is going to be like silk."
Adam tucked the gun inside his waistband in the back and pulled his shirt
over it.  He tossed the bag for Ian to carry.

	Ian did what he was told exactly.  He stayed a step or two ahead of
Adam, who directed him to the apartment on the ground floor.  As Adam
knocked, Ian slipped behind him.  A blonde haired boy with a goatee
answered the door.  He was dressed in saggy pants, showing the tops of
boxers, and a muscle shirt, even though the boy wasn't particularly
muscular.  His body was untoned and mildly doughy.  "So Sammy sent his
number one butt boy," the boy snarled, opening the door wider.  "Hey, Jay.
The fag's here."

	"Hello, Josh.  Long time no see."  Adam said as they stepped inside
the apartment, which was sparsely furnished but had every possible
electronic device available present.  But the thing Ian noticed was the gun
on the table. The boy stood between them and the table, eyeing Adam with a
look of disgust.  They knew each other from way back, even though Adam
hadn't seen him in a while.  Like Ian and Adam, Josh was a product of Union
Memorial, home to unwanted and unloved boys.  Several years older than
Adam, he had been a bully back then. In a minute, a muscular black boy
emerged from the bedroom dressed only in his boxers.

	"I was just getting me some trim.  Got her all wet and wanting my
pole.  Course, the only thing I like better than pussy is money."

	Adam smiled.  "I like money better than pussy, too.  Isn't saying
much though"

	The black guy smiled and went over to a cabinet to get a brick. The
blonde haired boy kind of pushed past Adam and stood in front of Ian.
"Hey, Jay.  Looks like Sammy's got him a new little boy.  Your asshole's
going to be sore by the morning, kid."

	Jay ignored him and tossed the brick to Adam.  "You packing?"

	"Yeah"

	The blond boy turned his head sharply toward Adam and then half
pushed him to get to the gun on the table.

	"Put the fucking gun down, dumbass."  Jay snarled at him and Josh
set the gun back down.  "You're just going to get your white ass killed.  A
pound of afghan kush.  2 G's.  You gonna want a sample?"

	"Yeah."  Adam replied, examining the brick.  By looks, it was good:
purple and hairy.  He opened it and pinched off a bud. It was nice and
sticky.

	"It's good shit" the blond boy said defensively.

	"Of course.  Why don't you just get us the bong, Josh?"

	"Get it yourself, you ass fucked faggot" Josh hissed before turning
to Jay, looking pleased with himself.

	Jay shrugged.  "Do what you want," he said, looking at Adam.

	Adam glanced at Josh only momentarily before dropping the brick,
reaching and grabbing him hard by the throat.  In one swift motion, he
kicked the legs out from underneath the punk and Josh hit the ground hard.
He coughed and grunted as the landing forced the air out of him.  Adam
leaned forcefully down on his throat, cutting off the boy's wind.  Wildly,
Josh began to flail out for the gun, still sitting on the table.  Adam took
his left hand and forced the heel of it swiftly into Josh's nose.  The
blond boy's face exploded in blood and snot.  In a second, his goatee began
to get stained with blood.

  	Adam stood and reached in his pocket for the envelope.  He handed
it to the black guy and then fished out another hundred.  "For the blood,"
Adam told him.

	Jay stepped over the whimpering body of Josh and handed Adam the
pipe.  "You stupid piece of shit.  There's a difference between a fag and a
queer.  He's been trained with krav maga.  That's the shit they teach the
Israeli Special Forces.  He don't need no gun to kill your fucking white
ass and neither do I."  Jay said before delivered in a swift kick into
Josh's kidney.  Josh yelped with pain and rolled over to escape further
blows.

	Adam fished out a lighter and lit the loaded bowl.  Ian could smell
the sickly sweet odor of it.  Apparently pleased, Adam handed the pipe to
Jay, who also sucked in a big lungful.  "High grade shit" Adam said, taking
the bag from Ian and stuffing the pound of marijuana in it.

	"Your money's always good with me. You tell Sam that."

	"I will.  He'll appreciate it."  Adam nodded, heading for the door,
pushing Ian ahead of him.  When they got outside and headed for the car,
Adam leaned forward and said, "Told you it was going to get fun."