Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 12:31:43 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys part 52

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 52 - Troy

The weekend had finally arrived and I took Kyle downtown for dinner on
Friday night.

"Justin, look at that guy over there.  He looks my age and I think he's
homeless," said Kyle pointing to a really cute kid sitting against a
building asking strangers for change as they went by.  He had dirty matted
shoulder length hair, filthy clothes that were badly in need of an
incinerator, and he seemed to have everything he owned in a dirty duffle
bag that he was sitting on.  Yet, he seemed happy as he was smiling at
everyone, even those who wouldn't give him the time of day.  We had seen
lots of homeless guys in the city, but none this young.

As we walked towards him, Kyle dug around in his pockets to find some
money.

"Hi guys, do you have any spare change so I can get something to eat?" he
said to us with a big smile.  He had beautiful grey eyes and facial
features that would make models jealous.  Kyle handed him five bucks.

"We're just heading for dinner if you want to join us.  That way you can
keep your money for another day," I offered.  He looked us up and down and
I guess he figured we looked okay so he stood up and threw his duffle bag
over his shoulder.

"Sure, Thanks.  I haven't eaten in two days," he said.  "I'm Troy."

Kyle and I introduced ourselves and went to Earl's restaurant.  The waiter
looked at us and I thought he might actually comment about Troy, but he
chose to seat us in the back corner instead.  In my mind I applauded his
decision as I was in no mood to fight him.  Troy made a point of sitting on
the one side of the booth tucking his duffle bag into the corner beside
him.  I noticed that he put his foot through the strap before he sat down,
which I guess made sure that no one could grab it and run.

"This place is pretty nice.  I've never been in a real restaurant before."

"Well make sure you order whatever you want," I told him.  "The waiter will
be here in a minute."

He just looked at us again and stared back and forth between Kyle and me as
if trying to figure us out.  "So you guys' boyfriends or something?"

"Or something," said Kyle quickly as he put his hand on my leg out of
Troy's sight.

"Thought so."

Our waiter came up and asked if he could get us something to drink.  "Just
water is okay," said Troy politely.

"No, seriously dude order whatever you want.  Do you want a pop or
something?"  I asked him.

"I like Coke," he said looking at me as if he was scared to ask for it
directly.

"So, one Coke and I'll have iced tea."  Kyle ordered Orange soda.  The
waiter took off and we opened our menu to have a look.  Troy stared at us
and then copied what we were doing.

"Wow, this stuff is expensive.  We can get four meals for the price of this
if we go to McDonald's."

"True, but we wanted a nice dinner tonight.  So what's your favorite food?"

"Big Mac," he said, causing Kyle to grin.

"Me too!" agreed Kyle as he raised his a fist towards Troy who backed up
quickly as if he was about to be hit.  "Sorry, was just going for a fist
bump.  Just tap it back."  Troy formed a fist and tapped Kyle's.

We reviewed the menu and I decided on the half chicken dinner with a Caesar
salad.  Kyle wanted a steak and potato skins.  "You have to pay for the
skins off a potato?" asked our street boy in disbelief.

"Well, they come with stuff on it.  I'll share mine with you."

"Troy, what would you like for dinner?"  I asked after he'd looked for a
bit.

"Maybe a hamburger."

"You can get a hamburger any day.  Why not have something different?"

"I've always wanted to try a steak," he said quietly.

"Alright, steak it is," I said grinning and we closed our menus.  The
waiter came back with our drinks and asked what we would like.

"Steak," grinned Troy as if he were ordering a solid gold ring.

"What type of steak?"

Troy looked at me confused.  "New York."  I told him.

"And how would you like it done?"

"Ummm.  Like a hamburger?" he said just as politely but it caused Kyle to
laugh.  I kicked him under the table.

"Medium well," I told the waiter.  I figured he wouldn't like rare or
anything with blood if all he'd known was hamburgers.  Kyle and I ordered
our meals and the waiter took off.

We talked to Troy for a bit and found that he was 16 and had been on the
streets for two years.  I asked why he wasn't in a group home or in foster
care and he said he didn't want to be as they weren't nice to him at all.
I asked where he lived.

"I have a really cool place under the bridge if I get there early enough at
night.  I can see the whole of the False Creek area from there," he said
proudly.

"You live under a bridge?" asked Kyle in disbelief.

"Yep.  I have it set up really comfortable.  If it gets cold out, I have
lots of clothes to stay warm with."  I was horrified to learn that this
cute young guy was living like that.

"But don't you have like a real bed somewhere?" asked Kyle really paying
attention to Troy's story.

"Nope.  Never actually had one.  My mom and I lived in a van for a while,
but she slept on the mattress we had and I slept on the floor.  But then
she got sick and died when I was 12.  They put me in a foster home but I
kept going back to the van to sleep until someone towed it away.  I was in
lots of homes, but I ran away at 14 and have been living on my own ever
since."  He didn't say it as a sad story, or anything he was ashamed of,
just a statement of fact.  Kyle quizzed him more and seemed genuinely
shocked each time he learned more.

"How do you shower?"

"I don't really shower, but when I need it, I get up before the sun comes
up and get washed in English Bay.  I can usually strip and get cleaned up
before anyone sees me.  If I need to wash clothes I can do it there too,
but I don't do it very often because it takes too long to get everything
dried and I have to wait with it or someone will take my stuff."

"You really get cleaned up in the bay?"

"When I need to do my whole body, sure.  Otherwise I just use bathrooms and
stuff.  Sometimes a nice guy will let me clean up at his house too, but
that's pretty rare."

"Well, tonight, I think you should come over to our place and you can take
a shower, or a bath and we can even throw your clothes in the washing
machine to get them all cleaned up for you."

"My clothes are ok.  I washed most of them yesterday.  Would I be able to
get back to the bridge by 9?  Otherwise I have to sleep out in the open and
I don't really feel safe there sometimes."

"No problem.  But if you want a bed, you're welcome to stay with us for the
night."

He shrugged and looked at us again.  "I could I guess, but I don't get
fucked okay?"  My head snapped up to stare at him as he looked at us.

"I'm not asking you back for sex, if that's what you're thinking.  Sure,
we're gay but no strings attached.  You just seem like a great guy."  I
said trying to reassure him that sex wasn't our intention.  "Plus Kyle has
a boyfriend and so do I."

The waiter appeared with our appetizers and placed them in front of us as
Troy continued to talk.  "Oh, ok.  I'm pretty good at sucking cock if you
wanted that, but I am not really into other stuff."  The eyes on the waiter
almost shot out of his eyes, as did Kyle's.  I went a bit red and thanked
the waiter for our food.  He took Troy's empty glass and returned a few
minutes later with another one.

"I didn't order that," he said quietly.

"It's okay, they give free refills here too."  I explained as the waiter
looked as if he'd made a mistake.  Troy just shrugged.  Kyle shared his
potato skins with Troy and I shared my Caesar with Kyle.

A little while later our meal arrived and that was an experience.  He
almost burnt his hands on the plate as he turned it so the steak was close
to him.  The waiter asked what he would like on his baked potato and he put
everything on it.  He even took all the bacon bits which seemed to shock
the server.  I grinned as I had always wanted to do that every time they
brought me bacon bits, but never did.  Troy had no such reservations.

I had just started to cut into my steak when both Kyle and I froze as Troy
picked up his steak with his fingers and went to eat it like it was indeed
a Big Mac.  "Uh, Troy, You should use your knife and fork buddy."  He
looked at us like a caveman being told to put down the wildebeest.  He
dropped it and grabbed the fork in his hand like a spear and stabbed it
into the centre of the steak and raised the whole thing back to his mouth
to continue eating.  Close enough, I thought, and cut into my chicken.

Then Troy must have found a part of his steak that he didn't like, as he
turned and spit it out onto the floor.

"Troy!"  I said quickly.  "If you don't like something just use your
napkin.

"Oh, sorry."  He unwrapped his potato from the foil and lifted it to eat it
like a sandwich.  I let that go, but there was sour cream, chives and bacon
bits squishing out from it everywhere.  Kyle had stopped eating to watch
the show going on in front of him.  He turned to look at me frowning.  I
just gave him a look to tell him to ignore it.

We finished dinner with only a few small incidents where Troy used his
napkin to spit any unwanted food into, and then emptied the napkin onto the
floor beneath the table.  He smiled at us as if he were proud of having
remembered the napkin.  My heart was breaking for this guy.  He and Kyle
had a gallon of ice cream and sherbet.  At least they were a lot alike in
this area.  As the dinner progressed we noticed that Troy definitely had a
street odor about him but it wasn't unpleasant, just noticeable.

I paid the bill and didn't bother to let anyone know the price of it as I
thought that might be a bit disrespectful.  He grabbed his bag and we
walked back to the truck.  Kyle jumped in the driver's seat and Troy got in
the back seat.  We got to the house and I told Kyle to leave the truck in
the driveway.  The last thing I needed to do was open the garage door and
let him see the other vehicles.  That wouldn't be cool.

Once we got in the house, Troy seemed overwhelmed.  "How many people live
here?"  He asked.

"Three," I answered.

"Three people in this whole house.  Wow!"  Kyle told him he could leave his
stuff at the door and he would show him around.

"I'm ok.  I don't mind carrying it."  He said cautiously.  Kyle showed him
around and I let the boys get better acquainted.

"I can't believe you guys have a pool and two hot tubs."  If you had some
soap, I could probably have a good bath in there."

"Kyle, why don't you take Troy up to the bathroom and let him take a
shower."

The boys went upstairs and it was a few minutes later when Kyle returned.
"He didn't want me to take his bag to wash his stuff, but he stripped in
front of me and he's really cute.  He does kinda stink though."

"I guess that's just part of living on the street," I told him.

"That could have been me, you know, if you and Colin hadn't taken me in to
live with you."  He said a little sadly and hugged me tight.  Life can just
be a twist of fate and opportunities.  Some end up like Kyle, others end up
like Troy.  But one thing I did notice, both boys seemed happy despite
their opposite circumstances.

"KYLE!" yelled Troy from the bathroom.  Kyle flew up the stairs to see what
was needed.  I smiled.  At least the young guy was bonding with a new
friend and Kyle genuinely seemed to like helping.  I felt good inside.

It was almost 20 minutes before they both came down; Troy still carrying
his bag.  Kyle had given him a robe and although his hair was still matted,
he looked a lot better and a hell of a lot cuter.  "Kyle, would you run and
get the brush from the bathroom.  I'll see if I can help Troy get these
knots out."

Troy sat down beside me on the couch and Kyle ran off to get the brush.
Troy had very light hair on his legs and in any other circumstance, I would
have wanted this boy naked and in my bed.  I could see through the
partially open robe that he had a nice hairless chest with great
definition.  Kyle returned with the brush and I asked Troy to sit on the
floor and I'd try to get the hair unmatted.  It was badly tangled and I
almost broke the brush as I worked on it.  He complained a few times, but
let me continue until I was done.  His shoulder length hair was a beautiful
light blond and fell across his eyes making him look that much more
adorable.

"Troy, how about if we wash some of your clothes.  It should take about an
hour and a half.  We can also wash the bag too."  He looked at the clock on
the wall.  "I think that might be a little too late.  I really need to get
home by 9pm, or someone else will take my spot."

"Would you do us a favor and stay here tonight.  We'd love your company and
you can leave in the morning with clean clothes and I'll make sure you have
breakfast and some money to get meals tomorrow too."  He looked at both of
us again and thought about it.  He shrugged.

"Okay, but if you want to have sex or anything, just remember, I don't fuck
okay."

"Troy, you may be one of the cutest guys I seen in a while...except for
maybe Kyle here," I grinned "But we really didn't invite you here for sex.
That isn't why we wanted to get to know you.  You see like a happy guy who
was just a bit down on his luck, but honestly, if you get uncomfortable at
any time, just say the word and we'll drive you back downtown.  He seemed
to relax.

"Okay, I guess I can hang out for a while."

"Cool.  Thanks.  Now can we go wash some of those clothes for you?"  I
stood up and he followed me to the laundry room.  Kyle joined us, probably
out of curiosity more than anything else.  When we got into the room, Troy
sat on the floor cross legged causing his robe to open allowing me to see
his penis, which was every bit as beautiful the rest of him.  He was cut
and had a thick light brown pubic bush.  He also had naturally hairy balls
as expected.  He seemed un-phased that he was basically naked as he opened
his pack and sorted out his clothes.  He placed the well-used and ratty
clothing on the floor and then carefully put his other belongings aside.
All he had was a toothbrush, cassette player and tape, and a few pictures.
Like his clothes, his toothbrush had seen better days.  Kyle was about to
say something and I just shook my head at him.  He closed his mouth.

I opened the front of the washing machine and he threw everything in.  I
convinced his to throw the bag in too which he did very reluctantly; once
he made sure it was completely empty.

"While it's washing we can hit the hot tub.  Kyle can find you a pair of
shorts to wear."

"I don't really want to leave my stuff.  I'm okay in here.  I can just
listen to my tape."

I sat down with him.  "Troy, I know that in your world, you don't leave
your stuff, but I promise you that everything will be here when it's
finished washing.  There's only Kyle and I here and no one will take
anything.  Plus we can't even open the washing machine while it's working.
The door is locked."  He looked like we were asking him to donate a kidney,
or remove an arm.

He looked at the washing machine and the clothes going around in the
bubbles.  Then he looked at us.  He stood up and slowly moved out of the
room, bringing his other possessions with him.  We went out to the pool
deck.  "Kyle, why don't you run and get shorts?"

He had barely left to run upstairs and Troy dipped his toe into the Jacuzzi
as I turned it on.  "That's pretty hot."

"You get used to it."  Troy dropped his robe and sat down naked on the side
of the tub dipping his feet into the water.  He smiled at the feeling of
it.  No modesty with this boy.  He sat there waving his feet back and forth
and I was definitely going to need shorts, or my claim of not wanting to
have sex with him was going to look like a lie with my hard cock pointing
out in front of me.  I was glad we showered him first though, or the pool
would need draining afterwards.  Kyle bounced out to the pool deck and
stopped when he saw Troy naked.  He smiled and handed me a pair of shorts.
Kyle being Kyle, he stripped and sat beside his new friend, both just as
naked.  He made sure Troy could have a look at him if he wanted to before
he lowered himself into the warm water.  Troy followed his lead but slowly,
as the warm water worked up his body.  He sank in up to his neck.  I had
got myself back under control got in the water naked with them.

Troy looked in heaven and Kyle talked about random stuff, like his favorite
music, where he liked to hang out and things like that.  The boys were
really getting along well.  "Kyle, even though Troy is a couple inches
taller than us, I think we all have pretty similar builds, why don't you
take him upstairs and let him pick some clothes out of the closets.  I
think he needs some new stuff.  No disrespect Troy, but some of those socks
and underwear, really need to be thrown out.  I think they've served their
purpose, but that's totally up to you.  We have new socks that would be way
better for your feet than those with holes in them.  Plus we have new
toothbrushes upstairs that we keep for guests.  You should take a couple of
them and anything else you need."

"I can't take your stuff," he said sounding a bit surprised that we would
offer them.

"I appreciate that, but let me ask you something.  Where do you get your
clothes?"

"Mainly from goodwill and stuff.  Can't go to social services `cause they
ask too many questions and would just try to put be back in a home.  I'm
kinda independent now."

"The clothes that we have upstairs that we don't wear anymore, we'd be
dropping off at a clothing box and they'd end up at goodwill.  So what's
the difference?"

"None I guess, but only if you're sure.  You guys already did lots for me
tonight."  Wow, was this kid polite.  We bought him a meal, washed his
clothes and offered him the spare room.  Something was incredibly amazing
about that level of appreciation.

"I insist that you get the first pick of the clothes before we send them
out.  I'm sure you'll find stuff you'll like and that'll keep you warm."

"Thanks.  You guys really aren't like other gay guys I've met.  They
usually just give me 20 buck and want a blow job or occasionally want to
give me one.  Some ask me to get naked when I suck them off as well."

"You're a really cute guy so I understand that, but unless that's something
you really enjoy doing, it bites that that's what you have to do to get
money.  What about getting a job or something?"

"I don't know what I could do.  No one would hire a street kid and I don't
have any experience or anything."

"If I ask you a question, would you tell me the truth?"

"If I can, sure."

"Do you do drugs at all?"  He laughed and gave me a big smile.  His teeth
were amazingly bright for a street kid.  He obviously used his toothbrush
properly.

"No.  I couldn't afford drugs and I never really understood the need for
it.  The older guys that do it seem like they're sort missing life around
them as they are usually fucked up a lot.  I like knowing what I'm doing."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Troy, and I'm only asking because I had a
thought and was curious.  If I asked you to take a drug test to prove it,
would you?"

"Sure, anytime, but I don't really need to take one, `cause I only answer
to myself, so it's kinda my choice if I do drugs or not."  Great fucking
answer I thought.  I liked this guy.  I really did.

"What type of job would you want if you could do anything?"

"Dunno, never really thought about it.  Might be fun to work at McDonald's
or something, `cause I could probably get free food there."

"Anything else you'd like to do?"

"Prime Minister, maybe," He grinned.  "Then I could help all the people
without homes and all the kids in care who have shitty foster parents."

"Nice!  What if I offered you a job somewhere?  Nothing fancy.  Maybe a
busboy, or a cleaner or something, would you be interested?"

"I dunno.  I kinda like being my own boss.  I get enough money each day for
the stuff I need and I kinda like my friends that I have."

"Well, that's noble.  But if you ever want a job that can give you some
extra money, even if it's just part time, just let me know.  I'll make sure
I give you my phone number and address in case you ever want to reach us."

"Cool.  Thanks.  Can I go in the big pool now?  This one is a little warm."
I told him to go ahead and both boys jumped into the water.  At least he
could swim and had fun with Kyle.  I was about to go and put the clothes
into the dryer, but I remembered how possessive he was.

"Troy, your stuff is finished washing by now, are you okay if I go put them
in the dryer?"  He yelled back that it was ok.  At least he was loosening
up a bit.

I moved the clothes from the washer and when I came back, both boys were
getting dried on the deck.  Troy put his robe back and Kyle got into
shorts.  After Troy picked up his stuff both boys headed upstairs to go
through the closets.  About 10 minutes later Kyle came back down and asked
me to go up and help as Troy didn't want to take more than one set of
clothes.

I went up and he was sitting in the middle of Kyle's bed with his one set
of new clothes beside him.  Very basic but it looked as if he considered it
a prized possession already.  I sat on the bed.  "Troy, please take more
clothes.  You'd really be doing us a favor so I don't have to lug them all
the way downtown."

"This is enough.  I don't really have anything to give you except sex, and
you said you don't want that."

"I tell you what.  How about if you pay Kyle and I with a big smile and a
hug?  Nothing would make me happier than that."  He looked at me as if I
were crazy but he gave me the biggest smile I'd seen on him yet and then
leaned over to hug me.  I had to remind my penis that this wasn't a sex
thing.

He stood up to give Kyle a big hug and his robe was slightly open so the
two boys were bare chest to bare chest.  The hug was definitely longer than
a normal bro hug.  He really meant it and it was so nice to see.  I'm sure
he didn't get much interaction like that.  As they parted, the lump in
Kyle's shorts was obvious and I grinned.  I knew how he felt, but being 16
it was a little harder for him to control it.  What surprised me was when
Troy pulled back, his cock was also hard and sticking straight out from
between the folds of the robe.

"Sorry," he apologized as pushed it out of sight and tightened the robe.
"It kinda does that when I like people."

"Dude, you're 16, if it's not doing that 50 times a day, I'd be worried.
Plus if you look at Kyle, you're not the only one with a boner."  Troy
looked and smiled.  Kyle just stood there as his cock twitched in his
shorts.

"It's true.  Even at school my dick gets hard at the dumbest times."

"So, now will you pick some more clothes?  You need at least three more
outfits and for each pair of underwear and socks you decide to get rid of
downstairs, we'll replace it with something new.  No argument, ok."  He
smiled and I watched as he went through the closet with Kyle and picked out
some stuff.  Then we went over to my bedroom and l let him pick even more
including socks and underwear.

He took all his new clothes along with toothbrushes, deodorant and even
some soap and shampoo downstairs to the activity room.  He carefully folded
it all up and placed it in a neat pile close to him as we sat and watched a
movie that he selected.  I was enjoying getting to know him and so was
Kyle.  Once the laundry was done, we dragged it all out into the activity
room.  He was really impressed at how new his duffle bag looked.  To me it
still looked like it needed to be thrown out, but he thought it looked
incredible and gave each of us a hug again.  He placed his new stuff
carefully in it, giving each item its own place.  I got him to throw out
his old toothbrush.  He carefully folded each of his old clothes and I
managed to convince him that the four pairs of underwear and socks needed
to be thrown away.  Kyle ran up and got a whole bag of new socks for him,
but he would only take four pair as per our agreement.  We also gave him
underwear similar to what he had picked out himself.  His other shirts and
pants he insisted on keeping, so I didn't even try to fight him on it.
They were totally worn out, but there was probably something comforting
about them to him.  He packed everything, keeping one set out to wear
later, but stayed in his robe until the end of the movie when he got
dressed.

"It's getting pretty late so Kyle can show you the spare room."  The boys
headed off and once again Troy took his bag with his stuff with him.

About 15 minutes later Kyle returned saying that Troy was in the guest room
and had given him another hug.  "He's cute huh!"

"Yeah, but one thing we have to be careful of is that we respect his
lifestyle and not try to change him if he doesn't want it.  If he wants
help, we'll help, but if he's happy, we have no right to interfere at all."

"Are you sure?  We could help him so much and he has nothing."

"It's his life.  If he wants something different, I'm sure he's smart
enough to know that people will help him."

"I almost died when he said he blew guys and then when he hugged me I
couldn't help throwing wood," he grinned "Did you see his cock?  I almost
dropped to my knees to do him.  He is so fucking hot.  I wonder if he knows
it."

"Dunno.  But I like him too.  We should get some sleep."  We slept in our
own beds in case Troy wanted to talk to one of us.  I woke up in the
morning, not having heard a sound from everyone, and looked in the spare
room to see how Troy was doing, but he wasn't there.  I looked in on Kyle
and he was still asleep.  I crawled in beside him and he woke up quickly.

"Have you seen Troy?"

He grinned and pointed behind him.  I looked over the edge of the bed and
he was curled up in the fetal position on the floor wrapped around his
duffle bag.  He was tight against the bed and the night table.  I had mixed
emotions.  In one way I felt sorry for him, because he would rather sleep
on the floor than in a bed, but at the same time he felt comfortable enough
with Kyle that he had slept in his room.  I kissed Kyle and stroked his
hair and went downstairs to make some coffee.  The boys came down an hour
later.

"Troy, you can have a shower before breakfast if you want."

"Thanks, I'm good.  I had one yesterday, remember."  He smiled with those
cute grey eyes, his newly washed and brushed hair falling over his face.  I
wanted HIM for breakfast, but I maintained my composure.  He was obviously
hungry as he had cereal, waffles, bacon, and juice.

"Here's my number and address and as promised, here's some money to buy
food."  I handed him cash and he looked at the 5 twenties.

He laughed.  "That's enough for a couple weeks.  Are you sure you meant to
give me that much?"

"That's the least we can do.  Promise me that you'll think about taking a
job if you want it.  At the very least, call us if you ever want to hang
out.  I enjoyed getting to know you."

"Me too.  Maybe we could go to a movie or something," said Kyle who offered
to drive Troy back downtown.  I thought that maybe I should go to make sure
he was alright, but since nothing had happened all night and it was obvious
that he liked Kyle, I let them go.  He gave me one final hug.

Kyle returned about a half hour later and found me in the bedroom.  "He
said he wants to see us again and that he'd call.  Do you think he'll be
okay?"

"I think he'll be fine."

He pushed me onto my back on the bed and jumped on me.  His face came to
mine and he kissed me.

"Oh sure, I'm the rebound guy.  Troy gets you all horny and now you take it
out on me," I pretended to complain.

"Okay, if you don't want it."  He sat up and went to slide off me.  I
grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down so I could kiss him.  I pulled
his shirt off over his head.  He pushed mine up as he slid his hands under
and along my chest.  He licked up my body and then sucked on each nipple.
I pulled my shirt off as he did it and then it was a wild frenzy to get the
rest of our clothes off.  We sucked, 69'd, rimmed and fucked each other for
the next couple of hours.  It was like most of our other sex, but somehow
we both knew that Troy had sparked the passion in this session.

It was two weeks later before we heard from Troy again.  I got a call from
Colin in the middle of the afternoon.  "Hey sweetie, there's a guy sitting
on the front step by the name of Troy who said he's looking for you or
Kyle."

"That's cool.  Cute blond guy with grey eyes?  Just let him in and I'll be
home in a few minutes."

"I offered, but he said he would just wait on the steps until you came
home," said Colin.  "Who is he?"  I quickly explained Troy as I headed to
the car to go home.  When I arrived and pulled into the driveway Troy stood
up and flashed me a big smile.

"Hi Justin!  I hope you don't mind me coming over but you said I could," He
said as I came up to the door.

"No, it's great to see you.  Kyle will be back from school in about half an
hour.  You want to come in and hang out until he gets here?"

"Sure.  I wonder if maybe I could wash my clothes again.  The weather
hasn't been nice enough to give me time to get them dry and I think they're
getting moldy."

I took him into the laundry room and he resumed his position on the floor
to pull out all the clothes he wanted to wash.  The new stuff we had given
him looked well used now, but it was all still folded carefully in his bag.
I told him just to give me everything and we'd wash it all.  He did and
then emptied the rest of the bag and gave that to me as well.  We went into
the activity room and I introduced him to the guys.  Colin was playing pool
with Jake and they asked if we wanted to join, but Troy said he didn't know
how so just wanted to watch.

"It's not like we play for real, Troy.  Just grab a stick and we can show
you."  He was reluctant but we joined in.  He was a quick learner and
although most of his shots didn't sink a ball, he watched how and tried to
mimic it.  Kyle came in the door and announced his arrival.  Troy handed me
his cue and ran to greet him.

Kyle's eye lit up when he saw him.  The two boys hugged and came back to
join us again.  After a couple quick hi's, Kyle took Troy up to his room
and offered him a shower.  They came both came back in shorts and headed to
the pool where they played around for a while.  Then they hit the hot tub.
Colin and Jake asked if we wanted to go to dinner, but Troy didn't like the
idea of going to another restaurant so I told Colin and Jake to go ahead
and we'd just order pizza later.  They left and the guys stayed out in the
pool for a while longer.

Troy wanted to know if he could use Kyle's robe again, so it was quickly
got for him.  He dropped his shorts in front of us and we got another quick
view of his amazing body until he wrapped in the fluffy terry robe.  We
ordered the pizza and picked a movie to watch.  Pizza was a good choice of
food as we could use our fingers and avoid the need for utensils.  Plus he
would be unlikely to spit food all over the house like a lawn sprinkler.

Once his clothes were done he repacked his bag, carefully folding
everything once again.  He was grinning as he saw how clean they were and
selected a set of clothes that he would wear later, but for now he liked
the robe and so did I as it kept giving me glances of his body.

Once Troy put some clothes on, the boys went out to use the trampoline and
basketball net.  They even played around with the weights too, before
jumping back in the pool and hot tub.  He looked like a normal kid and if
someone had walked in, they wouldn't have known he was homeless.  He really
seemed to be having a good time.  I heard Kyle ask Troy to spend the night
when he mentioned that he should be going to get back to the bridge before
someone took his spot.  He agreed but asked if he could sleep in Kyle's
room.

The boys disappeared upstairs early although there was no need to get up in
the morning as it was now the weekend.  I looked in on them before I went
to bed and it was cute to see that Kyle had put blankets on the floor and
both of them were sleeping curled up together with the duvet over them.  We
had four beds in the house and the guys were on the floor.  Troy was still
wrapped around his duffle bag though.  I guess if that's all your
possessions, you want to keep them close.  They both looked happy and I
went to bed.

In the morning, they were still in the same position but it wasn't long
before they strolled back downstairs.  I noticed that Troy had left his
pack in the bedroom, which seemed like a big step for him.  "I'm going to
hang out with Troy all day if that's ok.  He's going to show me his world,
and guess what; I'm going to sleep under the bridge with him tonight."
Grinned Kyle as if he were going camping.

I was a little nervous for him, but I understood what he was doing.  Each
day, Kyle surprised me a little more and made me so proud of him.

"Would you mind driving us downtown?  I really don't want to leave the
truck there."  I agreed and Kyle ran up to get his backpack.  He put some
stuff in it for the day and I made sure he had money.  I also handed Troy
more money, but he told me he still had $20 from the money I gave him
before.  I didn't fight him, so I gave the extra to Kyle and told him in
private to make sure he gave it to Troy before he came home.  I drove the
boys' downtown and decided to spend the day in the `Q' house working on
stuff and then went over to the club to see if anyone was around.

I entered through the back door and there were a few people milling around.
Some of the managers were there getting things ready for the weekend crowd
and I went downstairs and saw two of the waiters making out on the sling.
They said hi and asked me if I wanted to join in.  Of course I quickly
stripped and played for a bit.

That night after I got home I thought about Kyle and looked at the clock.
It was after 9 so I figured they would be at the bridge.  I pulled out my
phone.  "Adam, please locate Kyle Christianson."  A small map popped up
with the GPS coordinates.  I expanded it and he was definitely in place.
As I looked at the map, I received a text message.

`Yes, I'm okay, you don't need to check on me.  Luv ya!'  It was from Kyle.
How the hell did he know I had done that?  I laughed and texted him back.

`luv u 2.  Have fun'

In the morning Kyle returned home looking like he'd spent the night in his
clothes.  It was very rare to see him anything but immaculate, but he had
such a big grin on his face and couldn't wait to tell me about his
adventure.

"We hung out on the street for a few hours and managed to get about $20 in
change before we went over to a church who was giving out free food for
dinner.  I think I probably met a thousand people.  Troy loves to talk to
everyone and they all seem to love him.  They welcomed me as if I were an
old friend.  Then last night he showed me where he lives.  He tucks himself
into one of the cubicles under the bridge.  It's super scary as the traffic
going over it is super loud.  I couldn't sleep at all, but it was nice
lying with Troy.  He had his area set up with a cardboard floor and
underneath it was a whole lot of paper which he said made it softer.  Then
in the morning he showed me how he gets clean.  We went to the edge of the
water where we left our clothes and washed in the bay.  I washed his back
and he did mine.  He told me he liked having someone to help wash his back.
When he stood up he had a big hardon and as he turned around I almost
sucked him off.  Seeing him like that gave me a boner too.  It was fun
being naked outside.  He dried himself just using his hands before he put
his clothes back on and we went back under the bridge for a few hours until
the sun came up."

"That sounds like quite the day.  So does that mean you're moving under the
bridge?"  I grinned at him.

"NO!  It means I'm going to get a shower and go to bed.  When I wake up I'm
going to give Troy my sleeping bag.  I think he'd like that."

"I think we should give the church some money too for feeding you.  They
obviously help whoever comes to them."  Kyle agreed and a few hours later
when he woke up we drove downtown and parked in the lot next to the bridge
where he'd spent the night.  Kyle ran up to the spot where they'd slept
with the sleeping bag but Troy wasn't there.  He wrote a note and put it
with the sleeping bag and tucked it out of sight, but where Troy would find
it.  Then we went to the church.  There was a group of volunteers in the
kitchen cooking and when we asked who was in charge, they told us where to
find the minister.  He explained how hard it was to feed everyone who came
through as it seemed more and more appeared every day.  We told him what
Kyle had experienced and I wrote him a cheque for $10,000 which he was
shocked to receive, but thanked me with a few tears in his eyes.  He
introduced us to everyone and asked if we would like to join them tonight.
So we hung out and helped serve food to those that showed up.  Kyle watched
everyone in hopes of seeing Troy, but he never showed up.  We did meet a
lot of great people though.  Some looked very unhappy, but all thanked us
for the food and were very appreciative.  I was a little overwhelmed.

The minister told us that it took about $175,000 a year to feed the almost
300 people a day that came to them and they relied mainly on donations and
volunteers.  He thanked us again for the cheque and invited us back anytime
we wanted.  Once we got back to the truck I set up a reminder for each
month to send them a donation.

Kyle seemed disappointed that we hadn't seen Troy and I think he truly
thought of him as a new friend.  But something told me we hadn't seen the
last of Troy.  At least I hoped we hadn't.



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