Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2013 13:01:18 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Choices Chapter 2-B

CHOICES

CHAPTER 2, Version B
(You chose: Steve will yield to his desires)

The dorm was almost empty during Spring Break.  The few
friends Steve had made at college had gone home or to Florida
for the traditional spring break revelry.  His room mate had gone
home to Long Island.  Going home to Utah was out of the
question since his parents were scrimping to pay college
expenses and couldn't afford plane fare.  His room mate invited
him to his house for the week but he declined.  His room mate's
constant arrogance and subtle insults about living on a farm in
"Indian territory" was intolerable even in small doses.  Spending
a week with him would be more than Steve could endure.

Months before, Steve had looked forward to the peace and quiet
of Christmas Break after a grueling period of classes and far
more homework than he had expected.  Being alone at
Christmas time was difficult but he caught up on his homework
and even got ahead in the assigned reading.  He spent some
time, in spite of the cold weather, as a tourist, exploring a rich
variety of the big city attractions—at least those he could afford.
Spring break, however, being shorter and warmer, promised to
be more enjoyable.

By Wednesday, however, boredom crept in.  Steve had finished
all his course assignments and could do no more until the profs
laid on more.  He had even read a couple of books for pleasure
that he hadn't had time to get to.  What would he do that
evening?  He had a wicked thought.  He would do something
that he had always wanted to do but never had the opportunity.

He took the subway down to Times Square.  At that time 42nd
street hosted a number of adult book stores and small theaters
showing X-rated films.  Steve intended to see a porno movie but
after roaming around for a long time, he saw from the marquees
and posters that all the films featured women, sometimes
servicing men and sometimes each other.  That's not what he
wanted.

Steve had researched what little there was to be found about
homosexuality in the high school library but the library had been
"cleansed."   The college library was much more helpful and he
learned that there were men out there like him.  However,
almost all of them hid their true identity from the public.  One
day, Steve hoped, he would find one.

Having given up on the movie theaters, Steve ventured into an
adult book store.  Perhaps he could find something there to
interest him

After ten minutes, it was clear that he would not find what he
was looking for.  There were some dildos and other toys that
Steve found fascinating but the prices were unbelievably high.
The magazines were also pricey but he would have paid for one
if it was what he was looking for.  He walked out of the store
disappointed and frustrated.  After roaming around Times
Square for a while just to kill time he took the subway back to
116th Street.

Back in the dorm, Steve showered off the city grim.  Taking
advantage of the vacant shower room in the largely deserted
dormitory, he leisurely jerked off.  It was still early, not quite ten,
but Steve climbed into bed and fell asleep wishing he had found
what he was looking for downtown.

The next day was warm.  Steve put on gym shorts, tee shirt,
and sneakers and walked over to Riverside Park to enjoy the
weather and a good book.  He hoped that a little reading would
dispel his loneliness.  He found a grassy area, stripped off his
shirt to restore his faded tan, and lay down on his stomach to
read.

Several minutes later, Steve was startled by a voice right next to
him.  "That must be a very good book," it said.

Steve looked up and saw a teenager sitting on the grass next to
him.  He had the complexion, jet-black hair, and features of a
Latino.  He wore no shirt, only baggy shorts and worn sneakers
with no socks.  But it was his face that captured Steve's
attention.  Dark eyes sparkled from under arched brows and a
half-smile that signaled a friendly nature.

"I called to you twice, mister.  But you didn't answer," boy said.

"Sorry," Steve apologized.  "I guess I was wrapped up in my
book."

The boy glanced at the book and asked, "You like mysteries?"

"Once in a while, yes," Steve responded while wondering why
the young teen had interrupted him.

"I do, too," he grinned.  "But I don't get much of a chance to
read."

"And why's that?" Steve asked.

His expression turned suddenly sour.  "Too busy," he said as he
cast his eyes to the ground.

"Busy?" Steve asked.  "What keeps you so busy?"

The suddenly nervous teen stalled, pulling up few blades of
grass and rolling them in his fingers.  "Whatever I can do to earn
a few dollars.  That's why I came over to talk to you.  But I see
I'm disturbing you so I'll leave you alone."

He stood up to leave but Steve's curiosity was aroused.  "Wait,"
Steve said.  "You don't have to go.  In fact, I would enjoy having
someone to talk to.  Sit down."

The boy sat down, cross-legged this time.  Steve couldn't help
but see up the leg of his baggy shorts.  He had no underwear
and the tip of an uncut cock was plainly visible.  Steve quickly
averted his eyes, a habit Steve had practiced for a long time,
but the image remained in his mind, eliciting thoughts he
couldn't suppress.  It was then that Steve became aware of his
visitor's body: thin but not skinny, firm but not muscular, and
dark nipples contrasting with his tawny skin.  The young man
wouldn't turn heads but was nevertheless handsome.

Although Steve had tried to be discreet, the length of his gaze
and his failure to say anything must have revealed his thoughts
because the stranger smiled and asked, "Like what you see,
mister?"

The question threw Steve's mind into a spin.  He groped
frantically for something to say that would explain or excuse the
thoughtless and dangerous behavior.  Nothing came to mind so
he stammered, "I was just admiring your nice-looking body,
that's all."  Steve immediately regretted saying that.  It's not the
sort of thing one says to another guy, much less a stranger.

But the young man raised the stakes by asking "Want to see
more?"   Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the leg of his
shorts back to give an unobstructed view of his cock that hung
invitingly across a pendulant ball sack.

Alarms sounded in Steve's head.  The young man was
obviously coming on to him.  If he accepted his implied offer, he
would reveal for the first time ever that he was queer.
Instinctively, he retreated by saying, "What makes you think I'd
be interested in seeing more?"

"Hunch," the grinning boy said.  "Maybe hope.  When I saw you
here reading, I liked what I saw.  So I called to you and then
came over.  Then I saw how you looked me over.  I've had a lot
of experience.  I've come to know when a guy is interested in
me.  I think you are.  Am I wrong?"

Steve was not ready to admit his interest but he was tempted.
He was on the verge of saying, "No!  I'm not interested!"  But the
words never made it out of his mouth because the teen hiked up
his pants leg and briefly fondled himself.  It was brief but enough
to cause a rapid inflation of Steve's cock.

"Nice cock," Steve said without thinking.  Suddenly filled with
terror, he realized that he had confirmed his fascination with the
tempting rod of flesh that the young teen so blatantly displayed.

Encouraged, the hustler quickly got down to business.  "I can
give you a blow job.  Or you can fuck me.  I like your looks so I'll
give you a bargain rate."

Steve marshaled his senses and asked, "Is that how you earn
your money?"  By selling your body to anybody with cash?"

It was not meant as an insult him but the teen obviously took it
that way.  "Hey!" he said defiantly.  "It's better than selling drugs.
My neighborhood is full of dealers and junkies.  I want no part of
that.  If I can make men happy, isn't that better than ruining the
lives of drug addicts and risking my own life at the same time?"

"I apologize," Steve said.  "I didn't mean to insult you.  I didn't
know what kind of life you faced.  Forgive me?"

"Okay," he said.  "But how about my offer?  You wanna have
some good sex?"

Steve did indeed want to have some good sex.  He had wanted
it for years.  And this young man was not only willing but good
looking.  He was fairly articulate and showed unusual initiative in
approaching a stranger.  Steve's acute loneliness and the
disappointment in Times Square the previous night had
disarmed his habitual aversion to seeking carnal pleasure.  His
craving for intimate male contact was near its peak before the
teen interrupted his reading in the park.  But when the stranger
enticingly displayed his manhood Steve's inhibitions
evaporated.  This was an opportunity for real sex.

He would have preferred sex with someone other than a hustler
but Steve knew all too well that he may not have that chance for
a very long time if at all.  He was at a fork in the road but didn't
even consider the option of maintaining chastity.  The road that
opened up to him was simply too enticing.  "How much?" Steve
inquired.

The lad quoted a price and quickly added, "That's half of what I
usually charge but you've got a sexy body."

"I have a problem," Steve said regretfully.  "I don't have any
money to spare."  Steve hated having to turn down his offer.
Just looking at the sexy, willing young man made him horny as
hell.

"Too bad," he groaned.  "I guess I'll have to find somebody else.
But they won't be as good looking as you."

Steve didn't want him to walk away.  Even if he couldn't afford
his price, he would enjoy the company of a handsome young
man for a while.  "The best I can do is to buy you a good meal.
Will you join me for lunch?  I'd really like the company."

The boy scowled and said, "I'm not giving you sex for just a
meal, mister!"

"I didn't mean it that way," Steve said.  "The fact is, I'd like to
have company for lunch.  No obligation for sex.  How about it?"

The truth was that Steve did want company—someone to talk
to—but his insatiable curiosity wanted to find out more about
why a young man was selling his body.

The teen thought briefly and said, "Okay. I haven't had a good
meal for a few days."

Steve realized that they could not talk about his life and
"occupation" in a restaurant so he suggested, "How about we
get a carry-out and come back here to the park for a picnic?"

"Sounds good," the young man said.  "Most places won't serve
me anyway because of the way I'm dressed.  Some get
downright mean about telling me to leave."

They walked to a nearby McDonald's.  At the door, Steve asked,
"What would you like?"

"You're buying, mister.  You choose.  Surprise me."

Steve bought two big Macs, two large fries, a large drink, and an
apple pie for his guest.  Steve settled on a cheeseburger and a
drink because there was not enough cash for more.

The teen's eyes nearly popped when he saw the size of the
sack Steve walked out with but he made no comment.  They
returned to the park, found a shady spot, and settled down on
the grass.  Steve handed his new friend the larger sack.

"That's all mine?" the boy asked incredulously.  "You're not
hungry or are you really broke?"

"Both," Steve said.  The broke part was true.  Steve was hungry
but his companion needed food more than he did.

The young man devoured his food without stopping to talk,
which seemed to confirm that he hadn't eaten for days.  Steve
nibbled on his sandwich and sipped at his drink while a
thousand questions popped into his mind.  What drove a young
teen to hustling?  What kind of family did he have?  Did he live
on the streets?   If so, how did he cope?

When he finally finished, he said, "Thanks, mister.  I feel a lot
better now.  You're really nice to buy my lunch ... and not
expecting sex, I mean."

"Well," Steve said.  "There's one thing you can do for me.  I'm
curious about why you do what you do.  Would you tell me
about yourself?"

Steve couldn't interpret the curious expression his question
elicited and he began to worry that he was prying into
something the boy didn't want to talk about.  But his concern
was short-lived when the young hustler began to speak.  "You
probably don't know what it's like living in public housing in the
Bronx," he began.  "Drugs.  Crime.  Gangs.  Poverty.  Going to
school was the highlight of my day.  At least it was reasonably
safe.  That is, until the kids in school found out I was queer.  I
could live with them calling me names but they started beating
up on me.  I dropped out of school.  I couldn't tell my parents the
real reason because they would hate me, too.  For being queer.
So I told my folks I was joining the army and left."

"Are you old enough to join the Army?" Steve asked.  "You look
no more than sixteen years old."

"No.  I'm seventeen.  But it's easy to get fake ID.  They tried to
talk me out of it.  I said I didn't want to end up like my brothers.
I've got two older brothers.  One is in prison for dealing drugs.
The other was killed before the cops could bust him.  Mom was
upset that I was leaving but dad understood.  He said he was
proud of me for not being like my brothers."  He paused and
frowned before continuing.  "He wouldn't be proud of me now if
he knew what I'm doing."

"So how long have you been on the street?" Steve asked.

"About three months," he replied.  "The first week or two was the
worst but then I learned how to attract men who want what I
want.  I'm not bragging when I say I can give them some really
terrific sex."  He paused and looked at Steve as if to see
whether the `really terrific sex' comment might entice him to pay
his price.

NOTE: This is a modified excerpt from a much longer story "The
Virgin and the Hustler" previously posted on this site.


End of Chapter 2, Version B
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Steve will soon face a choice of roads to follow:
gratify his lust or refuse an offer of sex.

Now you, the reader, must make a choice.
How do you want the story to end?

If you think Steve will resist the opportunity
to have sex and to be true to his values,
read Chapter 3-B-1

If you think he will yield to his desires,
read Chapter 3-B-2
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