Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2011 07:05:20 -0500
From: Keith Yates <farmerboykeith@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devyn's Struggle 11

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here?  If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further.  This story
in no way represents any person living or dead.  Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental.

For those of you who have read my previous stories The Coach's Office
(Athletic section), Jake's Tale (College Section) and Rick's Barn (Rural
section) you will find this story a bit different than those.  I hope you
will give it a chance and if it isn't what you are use to from me then
don't worry as there will be additions to Jake's Tale and Rick's Barn that
you might find more interesting.

Character List
Devyn Roberts -- Main character
Judy Roberts -- Devyn's Mom
Frank Roberts -- Devyn's Dad
Brent Watson -- The boy across the street and Devyn's new friend
Linda Watson -- Brent's Mom
Richard Watson -- Brent's dad
Sue Henderson -- Devyn's Girlfriend?
Tracy Rogers -- Brent's Girlfriend?
Matt -- Works at Devyn's father's construction site and is gay.
Bryan -- Matt's partner


Chapter 11

"Are you that tired that you fell asleep on this hard bench?" The musical
female voice said.

He had almost for gotten where he was.  He had almost forgotten he was in a
police station and was sitting there hand cuffed waiting for his turn to be
processed.

He opened his eyes and looked up into warm blue eyes.  They were friendly
and kind looking.  It had been quite a while since anyone had looked at him
like she was looking at him now.

"I was just thinking," he said.

"Ah, well sorry to interrupt such deep thoughts, but we need to process you
now.  Come with me."

He stood up and followed the lady.  He watched her move.  She seemed to
have a practiced walk with her uniform fitting her snugly and the belt that
held her hand cuffs, keys and of course her revolver.

He went through the motions with her.  He let himself be finger printed and
a mug shot taken.  The worse part of the whole ordeal was when he was
ushered into the small room and the officer that had arrested him made him
strip.

"What?" Devyn asked surprised.

"Take off your clothes and put them into this bag," the officer repeated.

"Are you, are you staying here?" Devyn asked.

"Yes," he answered in a monotone.

.  It was one of the most humiliating things he could remember ever
happening to him.  He wanted to die.  He wanted this night mare to be over.

Devyn unbuttoned his shirt and put it into the bag.  He then kicked off his
shoes and started unbuttoning his pants.  The zipper sounded louder than
Devyn could ever remember it sounding.  Devyn stuff the pants into the bag
and then stood there in a thong and black socks.

"Take it all off," the officer said and sneered at Devyn's skimpy
underwear.

Devyn removed his socks and then he lowered his thong.  He stuffed the
remaining clothes in the plastic bag.

The Officer took the bag and wrote his information on it.  He looked at
Devyn standing there naked.  He could tell the boy was uncomfortable and
his face burned with his embarrassment.

"You act like this is the first time you have ever stripped for a man
before."

"The, um, situation is, um, a little different."

"Oh, yea, you are usually getting paid."

Devyn dropped his gaze.  What the man said was true.  He usually got paid
for being naked with another man.  Or at least Tom had been paid for his
services.

"Did you just strip for them or did you do more?"

"What does it matter?" Devyn asked.  Devyn's voice was low and soft.

"It matters," the officer said.

"Then yes there was more."

"Such as?"

"A lot more?"

"Here put this on," the officer tossed him an orange jump suit.

Devyn pulled the rough material on.  It hung loosely on his skinny frame.

The man sat at a table and motioned Devyn to sit across from him.  They sat
in silence as the man wrote on a pad of paper and Devyn watched.

"What exactly did you do with the men?"

"You know," Devyn asked still not looking at the cop.

"I need for you to tell me."

"I, um, I did everything they wanted me to do."

"Did you kiss them?"

"If they wanted that, but it didn't happen very often."

"Did they touch you?"

"Well, yea," Devyn said.

"where?"

"Anywhere they wanted too."

Does that mean they touched your genitals?"

"Yea, my cock, my balls, my ass and everywhere else."

The officer squirmed in his seat but wrote down notes.

"and you touched them in similar places?"

"Yes, all the same places."

"What, um, how...fuck."  The officer was trying to ask questions he did not
really want to know the answers too.  "Did you have sex with them?"

"yea," Devyn said.  "that was what they all ultimately wanted.

"faggot," the officer said under his voice.

"Yea, I am.  I'm a queer.  I'm a faggot.  I'm gay.  They were perverts.  I,
I, just didn't know what else to do.  I didn't know how to get out of the
situation."

"You should have never been there.  You should have never been a queer.
You should have..."

"You think I wanted to be gay?  You think I chose it?  What kind of fucking
moron are you.  I did not get a choice.  I was never asked.  No one said to
me `hey Devyn want to be a fag?'.  I never got to say, fuck yea!  Sounds
like a blast.  Sounds great getting turned on by other guys.  Sounds like
great fun to have your parents hate you.  Sounds like an awesome time to
have your best friend..."  Devyn's voice broke as he thought about Brent.
The fire that had been fueling his words was dying down.

"I can't do this.  I can't deal with your kind."

The officer stood and stormed from the room leaving Devyn setting there
with his head hanging and his eyes filling with tears.

After a few minutes, Devyn wiped his eyes on the rough sleeve and took a
deep breath.  He had to pull himself together.  He could not fall apart
here and now.  He had to be strong.  He had to hope that Tom or someone
would help him.

The door opened and the lady officer entered the room.  Please come with me
again.  My partner has left me to finish up the paperwork.

Devyn followed her to a desk.  He felt more than just a bit vulnerable and
exposed with nothing on but the orange jump suit with the zipper down the
front.

Devyn sat quietly while she filled out some of the paper work.  She looked
up at him and her sparkling blue eyes met his brown ones.  Her eyes were
kind and caring.  She seemed to really sympathized with Devyn.  "Don't let
Rick get to you," she said softly.  "He just doesn't understand but he will
come around.  He is a good man.  He has a good heart."

"sure he does," Devyn said the words dripping with sarcasm.

She placed a hand on Devyn's and squeezed it firmly.  "I think it is time
we called your parents," she said as she stared into Devyn's sad eyes.



"My parents, my parents, I don't think that will help me very much.  I am
pretty much on my own."

Man was he ever.  His mind began to drift as she got called away from her
desk.  He started thinking back wishing he could turn back time.

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