Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 23:30:27 +0100
From: anthony@gaystorywriter.co.uk
Subject: Street Wise  Chapter 3

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.

anthony@gaystorywriter.co.uk


Chapter Three


My second day at school drifted by once again my thoughts were elsewhere
mixed up with anticipation of going to see Dave's friend John, Then I
started wondering if mum was back home, and should I try and see her when I
know dad wouldn't be there.  By the end of the school day I had decided I
would walk past home and if dad's car wasn't there I would see if mom was
home.  It was another hot sunny day, so the walk was pleasant.  When I
arrived on our street I was relieved to see no sign of my dad's car.  It
took me a few minutes to build up the courage to actually knock on the
front door. All sorts of thoughts were racing through my mind.  Would mom
be home? Would she speak to me?  Would she disown me like dad has?

More I thought about it the more anxious I was getting, I had to shake
myself to get a grip, after all If the worst happened I didn't need them, I
have David now he will look after me.

I walked up to the door and knocked on the door and waited but no reply, so
I knocked again and still no answer, I tried again but failed.  It was
obvious she wasn't home, so I decided to use the nearest public phone to
try and call her work place.  When I did I was told she had left, to look
after her frail mother.  Things weren't looking good, had she decided to
move away or had dad forced her to leave work?  As my mind went crazy I
started to cry as I walked back to Dave's flat.  I managed to compose
myself by the time I walked into the flat, but Dave took one look at my
face and came and hugged me.

"Bad Day eh" he asked

"Yeah I went by my parents hoping to catch my mom while dad wasn't there,
but there was no answer, so I tried calling her at work, and was told she
had left." I explained getting emotional once more.

"It's ok Ads, let it out" said Dave hugging me tighter to his chest.

The rest of the evening went by uneventful we had dinner watched a little
television and talked a little before bed.

Wednesday and Thursday I went by my parents on my way back to Dave's from
school but still no answer.  Then on Friday morning I was hit by a
bombshell, when bumped into my friend James, on the way to my maths class.

"Hey Adam, where have you been the last few days tried phoning your place
and there was no answer, so I called by this morning and I see you are
selling up." James said.

"What" I said in shock, selling up what did he mean.  Then I realised the
horrible truth, I also realised I'd better make up some sort of story, to
stop James and anyone else finding out the truth.

"Oh yeah sorry been house hunting with mom and dad, they fancy moving into
a bigger house, I don't know why though, the one we have is big enough
anyway" I replied trying to sound light hearted.

"Yeah parents eh" he replied.

"Hey James I'll call you this weekend and we can catch up k!"

"Sure Adam, see yeh"

And we both walked to our next classes.  God that was close I thought as I
took my seat at the back of the class room.  The school day went slow and
as with the whole week my mind wasn't there but I managed to bluff my way
through unnoticed, at least I think I did.

I headed straight to Dave's after school as we wanted to get on our way to
Manchester as soon as possible; I did manage to talk him to go via my
folks.  And sure enough there was the for sale sign.  Dad's car wasn't
there so once more I tried knocking at the door for my Mom but got no
answer.

The first part of the journey was mostly silent, I was buried in my own
thoughts, and Dave seemed to sense I needed time to think, but would pat my
leg or give me a slight smile once in a while, just letting me know he was
there.  With all the mantel stress I was under, I felt exhausted and slowly
felt myself drifting off to sleep listening to the rhythm of the car
engine.

"Ad's wake up babes, we need to get something to eat" I heard a voice in
the distant of my mind,

"Come on sleepy head" I heard recognising Dave's voice and also noticing a
gentle shaking of my shoulder as I slowly woke up.

"Oh where are we" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"About half way to Johns thought we better eat, you must be starving" he
replied.

"Oh eh yeah sure am" I said flashing him a smile.

We got out of the car and walked across the car park to a rundown roadside
café, it didn't look to nice from the outside but looked modern and clean
inside, which was a great surprise and relief, as I was expecting a greasy
Joe's type café, you know the sort where the food swims in buckets of fat.

Dave ordered our meals while I took a leak and freshened up in the men's
room.  I asked Dave about john and also what to expect over the weekend,
Dave told me not to worry about anything, that he would make sure I was ok,
and just to relax go with the flow and enjoy myself.  Which sort of made me
feel even more apprehensive, what did go with the flow mean?  I decided I
was just being paranoid and new I could trust Dave.  We ate our meals, and
were soon back on the road.

We parked up outside a recently built apartment block just after 7pm, Dave
had told me whilst we were travelling that John's apartment was only 5
minutes walk from canal street and the heart of the gay scene.  He had also
told me not to worry about John's hard man image, that he was a teddy
really and just liked to play hard.  As you can imagine I was starting to
wonder what I had got myself into.

Sure enough this big guy came up to the car and greeted Dave and then
introduced himself to me as John.  We shook hands and I said I was Adam.

"My Davie, we have done well this time, where did you get this sweet piece
of chicken?" John commented as he gave me the full body once over.

"Behave yourself John, Adam's had a rough time lately and doesn't need any
teasing from you" Dave replied.  I don't know why but something inside just
didn't feel right as we walked the short distance from the car to the
entrance of the apartment block.  I took an instant dislike to John, he
seemed seedy in someway.

John came across hard, very dominant in nature and had the body to match,
he stood 6ft 3inches tall, large framed body and it was obvious that he did
weights.  His face looked rough and was partially covered with a goatee
beard and a moustache.  He wore short sleeve shirt with the top two buttons
opened revealing a moderately hairy chest.

"k you guys get cleaned up and I will be in the living room" said John
after showing us to our room, apparently John had only moved in a few
months ago, so it was also Dave's first visit to the apartment.

"Dave I don't feel comfortable about all of this" I said as I started
stripping to take a shower in the en-suite bathroom.

"You'll be ok, look I have a little something you can take to relax you
after you finish in the shower" He replied.

"I don't want to take no drugs" I snapped, getting annoyed at the way Dave
was being towards me, he had never taken or mentioned drugs of any kind to
me, so this was all coming as a shock.

"Look Adam, everyone out there tonight will have taken something, this here
is nothing, it will just relax you a little, help you enjoy the night and
have fun" replied Dave in a more caring tone.

I headed to the shower not taking the conversation any further, but as I
showered I felt more and more anxious and really didn't want to be
there. There wasn't really much I could do about things so decided to just
go along with things, though I politely declined the Ecstasy tablet that
Dave offered me, saying I was ok now.

An hour after arriving we were heading towards Canal Street, both Dave and
John had taken something and was starting to get high.  We went into Via
Fossa, john went to the bar and bought us all a pint of beer, which I drank
rather quickly considering my parents never let me drink at home.  So of
course it went straight to my head.  Dave bought the next round of drinks
before we moved onto the next bar which I can't remember the name of, in
fact I can't remember much more about that night.  I remember by the time
we got to Cruz 101 nightclub I was pretty wasted, Then John gave me a
bottled drink and after that everything was blank until the next morning.



I heard voices from another room but couldn't make out who it was.  Then I
opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room.  The room was very
basic, plain green walls, the bed I was laid on, oh my god I was tied to
the bed.  Shit what was happening, why the fuck was I tied to the bed by my
wrists and ankles.  I heard footsteps coming towards the door, and then the
door opened.  A man walked into the room carrying my clothes.

"Now kid I'm going to untie you and I want no shit, you will get cleaned up
and dressed. By the time I get back you will be ready to go." He said in a
deep authoritive voice.

"Where I am and why the fuck was I tied up" I shouted at the stranger after
he untied me.

"Shut the fuck up and be ready by the time I return kid or else" the
stranger replied slapping me across the face hard and left locking the door
as he went.  Oh fuck what is happening I thought to myself, where, was Dave
and John, was I even still in Manchester.  None of this made any sense to
me, but I slowly stood up realising my bum hole was sore, oh my god they
must have fucked me, I noticed welts on my arse as I struggled to look in
the full length mirror.  I then realised my chest and face was covered in
dried spunk.  What the fuck had happened after I blacked out.

The stranger soon returned to the room that I had been locked in.  I don't
know how but I managed to bolt past him as he opened the bedroom door, I
mean he was a well built guy like John was. Anyway he lost his balance for
a couple of seconds but he was soon on my tail as I tried to unlock the
front door of the apartment. He grabbed me by the leg causing me to lose my
footing, but I managed to wiggle past him, I grabbed the phone which was
sat on a small table, I threw the phone at his head, it was a hit and he
slowly fell to the ground.  Shit what had, I done, I gingerly crept up to
him thinking he could be faking, but there was no movement, other than his
chest was still moving up and down, thank god I thought, I haven't killed
him, then I noticed he was bleeding from the head. I felt in his pockets
for his keys, once I found them I unlocked the door, then just as I was
about to leave, My conscious got the better of me, I thought what if I
leave him bleeding and he dies. So I checked the phone still worked which
luckily it did, I dialled 999 and asked for an ambulance, then hung up and
bolted out of the door.

I ran and ran until I could run no more, I didn't know where I was running
to but just had to get as far away from that place as possible. I sat on a
park bench to catch my breath.  Watching people go about their daily
business, made all that was happening to me seem so unrealistic, was it
just an awful dream.  I suddenly felt very depressed As I realised I was
now in a strange city, I had no idea what had happened to me, or even where
Johns apartment was, Did I even want to see John and David after all they
were supposed to be looking after me.  I couldn't help but wonder if they
were involved in last nights activities.  Thoughts came and went, and then
a dread came over me, what if that man died, that would make me a murderer
right?  I started to tier up. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I looked
up to see this guy around my age looking at me.

"Hi I'm Simon, your new round here aren't you" the guy who tapped my
shoulder asked.

"Hi" I replied.

"I was just here with friends for the weekend, but its all gone wrong and I
just don't know what to do, I wish I was dead" I blubbered out.

"Hey there, calm down, what's your name?" Simon asked.

""Oh eh Adam" I mumbled

""Adam, your gay right?"

""Why" I asked

"Hey stop being so defensive, I'm gay myself and besides I want to try and
help you a little if I can" Simon said trying to reassure me.

"I don't think you or anyone can help me after what I have just done."

"Try me" he prompted me.

"I have to confess to the police its no use, I can't cope" I cried.

"Hey now don't be so hasty, look let me tell you a little about me, then
you may feel a little happier about talking to me ok"

"I guess" I replied giving in, after all what did I have to lose, and this
guy seemed genuinely wanted to help me.

"Well fist of all you may not have realised but you are in the middle of
one of Manchester's top spots for rent boys.  If you want to sell your body
this is the place to do it" explained Simon.

"And yes I am a rent boy" he added smiling as he said what I was thinking
and about to ask him.

"I'm no rent boy" I replied defensive.

"No one is saying you are, look Adam, it seems to me that you have yourself
in a spot of bother, I want to help.  Why well because I got into some
trouble a couple of years ago and a guy helped me through it." Said Simon
and went on to explain his situation and how a guy a couple of years older
then us, had taken him under his wing down in London.

I then went on to explain everything from my father kicking me out, and not
being able to get in contact with my mom.  Through to the night before the
uneasy feeling I had before we hit the bars, and then waking up in a
strange room, and throwing the phone at the stranger and knocking him out.

"Shit you have had it bad the last few weeks.  Do you think you killed the
guy?" asked Simon.

"I don't know, but he was bleeding quite badly when I left" I replied.

"I have a small flat just a few blocks from here, lets go there, get you
cleaned up and something to eat, then we will work out what to do next"
Replied Simon.



To be continued

Well it has been a dramatic chapter for poor Adam, but is Simon his
saviour?

Did Adam kill the guy with the phone, and what will Adam do now?

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