Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 01:01:06 -0000
From: anthony@gaystorywriter.co.uk
Subject: Street Wise - Chapter one

Authors Notes:

This story contains Sex between men.  If you are under 18 in the Uk (or
appropriate legal age in your country) please stop reading here. If such
mentioned material may offend you please stop reading too.  This story is
fiction and any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence.

Though this story may involve unsafe sex (It is only fiction), and I
believe in playing safe (look after yourself and your partner).

Hope you enjoy my story, and of course please email me with your comments
good or bad.  It is always nice for us writers to know others are reading
our stories, and know what readers think of the stories as they develop.


Streetwise
anthony@gaystorywriter.co.uk


Preface:

What happens when a group of young men from different back grounds, come
together and form relationships?  Nothing unusual I hear you say!

The group of young men in this story, Form a strong and protective bond for
one another.  That bond becomes a powerful tool of survival which they need
to protect themselves, as they all work the streets selling their bodies
for money to survive.

The Story is told through the eyes of Adam (Ads), as we follow his journey
from a secure family home to life on the streets.

Though this story is about young men selling sex for money, Sex will not be
the main theme of the story, it will focus on the dangers and issues that
gay men and especially those who sell sex for money face.  It will also
focus on their bond of friendship, and loving relationships that form
between different members of the group.

Chapter One

"Shit I have to get home, I'm going to get a bollocking of my dad" I said
as I jumped up from David's arms.  "I wish you could stay over tonight"
replied David as I scrambled round his bedroom picking up my clothing that
had been discarded all over the room in a mad passionate frenzy that we had
shared only two hours ago.  "Me too, but you know my parents are strict and
won't let me stay anywhere over night" I replied as I tucked my tee shirt
into my jeans.  "I got to go now babes" I said as I bent over David who was
still lying in bed, and kissed his nose.  "I'll give you a call later
tonight" I added as I stood up and made my way to the bedroom door and out
to the lounge area.  "Bye babes" I called back as I opened the front door
to David's flat and stepped out.  "Bye" I heard him reply faintly just as I
closed his front door, which I always had trouble doing, as it was old and
misshaped.  As usual the corridor of the block smelt stale, which always
hit me as soon as I left David's flat.  The lift doors were just about to
close as I arrived at them; luckily I managed to get in.  If the corridors
smelt bad, the lifts really stunk of stale piss.  The block of flats were
in a rough and ran down area of the city. Since the steel works closed
nearby the Westside had become run down, factories and shops had closed and
were boarded up, many covered in graffiti.

Now my home was on the thriving east side of the city, we lived in a semi
detached four bed roomed house, why four bedrooms when I was the only child
I will never know. Dad, who is 45, has a partnership in a local estate
agent firm.  Mum is a district Nurse, and spent her time visiting elderly
house bound patients.

Anyway I had to get home before Dad, as I was supposed to be grounded,
which was becoming a regular occurrence.  For some reason I was not getting
on with my parents recently, well actually the reason was because I wanted
to spend as much time with David as I could. Dad read my report card from
school which had suffered from my sudden disinterest for school.  Luckily I
managed to get home before Dad, and as Mum was working evenings this week,
I had time to get my school books out onto the dining table and make out
that I had been studying.

I heard dad's car come to a stop outside the house, and I made out that I
was in the thick of studying as he walked into the kitchen.  "Hi son" he
greeted and wandered of into the living room, a few minutes later mum
walked in and told me to clear the table ready for dinner.  I scraped all
my books up and shoved them into my school bag and took off for my room.

"Adam can you come back down stairs and give your mom a hand with dinner"
Dad shouted upstairs to me.  "Suppose so" I mumbled as I made my way back
down stairs.  "Adam can you set the table while I cook dinner please" Mum
asked politely.  "So how's your day been son?" she asked not turning to
look at me.  "Boring as usual" I replied glumly.  "Oh come on Adam lighten
up you been in this sulky mood for weeks now" she replied.  "What do you
expect when I can't even hang out with my friends?"  "Well concentrate on
your school work a little more and you wouldn't be grounded" added dad as
he walked into the kitchen.  "I can't help it if I'm thick" I snapped back
"Your not thick son that's just it your clever, just too bone idle to use
your brain" he replied.  "You think you know me, what's happening in my
life, well you know shit" I said harshly and stormed up to my room,
immediately regretting my outburst, which was sure to set them off digging
into my private life.  I laid down on my bed in the dark and started crying
uncontrollably, why my life had to be so shit.

Of course they shouted me down for dinner, but I didn't go, soon after mom
came upstairs and knocked on my bedroom door, I didn't answer, so she
knocked and slowly walked into my room, switching on the light as she did
so.

"Son is there something on your mind, are you in trouble or something?" she
asked.  "What do you think?" I snapped.  "Oh Adam calm down for a moment
will you, we are worried about you that's all.  Your behaviour is not
normal" she tried to explain.  "You wouldn't want to know even if I wanted
to tell you" I snapped again.  "Try me?" she said calmly.  I don't know why
but my temper got the better of me, I felt my heart pound and my blood
rushing round my body.  Then just as dad walked into my room I blurted out
"I'm a fucking queer ok, I fancy men, I want to be fucked up the arse, I'm
gay ok now fucking leave me alone" Much to my surprise dad didn't say a
word but after a few seconds his face said it all the disgust in his
expression confirmed my worst fears.  But he didn't say anything just
turned on his heels and went down stairs.  "Are you sure" she asked.  "Yes
of course I'm fucking sure, why would I say I'm gay if I wasn't?  It isn't
exactly cool to be gay" I almost screamed at her response.  "Well if your
sure, Then I will support you, you're still my son." She said calmly and
tried to hug me.  "Mum, I'm sorry, I need some time a lone, and I didn't
mean to come out like that." I explained as I started to realise that I had
in fact outed myself.  I needed time for it to sink in.  "Ok son but I'm
down stairs, just call if you want to talk later" Mum said softly and made
her way to my bedroom door.  "Mum," I called out almost crying "What son"
"Dad will hate me now, he has always been homophobic" I stated.  "Let me
talk to him son" is all she said as she walked out closing the door behind
her.

I spent a good few hours running through my thoughts, scared at the reality
of coming out and what will happen next.  Then I heard my parents having a
heated debate, and knew they were arguing about my announcement.  I felt as
though my world was caving in on me as I lay there on my bed looking up at
the ceiling.  As my parents continued arguing the shouting got louder and
suddenly I heard the front door slam shut, and instantly knew my dad had
walked out of the house, like he always did after an argument.  After lying
there for a while longer silently crying I must had drifted off into a
disturbed sleep.

I woke up to the hot sun beating through my bedroom window, which told me
that it wasn't early morning.  I lay there groggy from sleep for a while as
though I didn't have a care in the world.  Then all of a sudden my brain
kicked in and like a sledge hammer hitting a wall, I remembered the events
of last night.  Instantly my stomach felt like a washing machine spinning
round.  Panic and fear kicked in and I was scared to get out of my bed.

Eventually though I somehow managed to calm myself down, and even made it
to the bathroom where I locked the door and after having a piss, I
freshened myself up with a shower.

Once I was showered and dressed I gingerly made my way downstairs not
knowing what I was about to face.  I felt like a guilty man waiting to hear
his sentence from the judge.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Dad sitting at the table reading his
newspaper as he always did.  "There's some breakfast over there if you want
it, your mother has gone to visit Aunty Sandra" dad said as he briefly
looked above his newspaper.  This was strange he was acting pretty normal,
which threw me.  I don't know what I was expecting his reaction to be, but
I was sure it wouldn't be this.

I ate my breakfast and drank two cups of coffee in silence, neither of us
made any attempt to make conversation, to be honest I didn't dare say a
word.  After finishing the second cup of coffee I got up from my chair and
took my dirty dishes to rinse under the tap and place into the dishwasher.

"Son, I think you should forget your silliness last night, you are only
upsetting your mother and you know she gets stressed so easily.  All young
men go through experimentation phases.  But its time you concentrated on
being a real man.  Understand?" dad asked as I was about to leave the
kitchen.

I just froze on the spot, at first I didn't know how to react, my thoughts
jumbled up.  Then suddenly I managed to turn round and face him.  "Dad your
asking me to be somebody that I am not, it is you that is causing the
upset, you're the one that is wrong." I replied angrily with tears running
down my cheeks.

"Don't be fucking stupid, I will not have any queers living under my roof,
you either straighten yourself out or get out and don't come back." Dad
snapped as he stood up.

"You can't be serious.  Dad, I can't change my sexuality, just like you
can't change yours.  We are born the way we are" I stuttered as I lost
control of my emotions.

"Well we better go and fucking pack your case you piece of shit, I wont
have your fucking filth in my home" Dad screamed as he came to me and
grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the hallway and up the stairs. Of
course I screamed in protest and even tried and reasoned with him. But he
wasn't listening.  He just grabbed my clothes and threw them into my small
case.  Told me I had five minutes to finish packing.  Which, I did pack as
much as I could into my case, and holdall.  I was balling my eyes out
throughout the packing.  Soon as the five minutes were up he came to me
grabbed my arm, almost making me drop the holdall and he dragged me
downstairs to the front door. He handed me an envelope and told me to give
him the house key.

"you are to use that train ticket to go to London, I don't want to see your
fucking queer arse again, your dead to us, we don't want to see or hear
from you again understand.  There's enough money in there to last you a
couple of weeks after that your on your fucking own now get out before I
fucking kick you out!" dad said in a non emotional voice.  What could I do,
he was much bigger then me and stronger.  I couldn't win a fight with him
even if I was able to think straight.

After hesitating I opened the door grabbed my bag and case, and walked out.
"Don't you fucking come back you hear me?  I didn't reply, but just kept on
walking.  I must have walked for a couple of hours, aimlessly not knowing
where I was going, then once I got over the initial shock, I realised that
maybes it wasn't so bad, I was sure David would let me move in with him.
After all we loved each other right!  Without any further thought I jumped
back to my feet from the park bench I had been sitting on and made my way
to David's place.  Suddenly I was feeling a little happier, thoughts of me
sleeping in shop doorways vanished from my mind.  "Mind you living at this
end of town is almost like living rough."  I thought to myself as I entered
the part of town where David's flat was situated.

To be Continued

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