Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 18:15:05 -0500
From: Bill Porter <wep363@myexcel.com>
Subject: Tossed Away Kid Chapter 16

Tossed Away Kid - Chapter 16

This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to anyone in real life is a
coincidence.

A special thanks to Ed for his editorial help.
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This is a story of love, hope, and trust.  It also deals with rejection,
false hope, and mistrust.  It is not a sex story. However, this story deals
with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories
involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this
story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the
main theme and will not be graphically described.  If you are under age 18
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Sergeant O'Brien first introduced us to Officer Keith.  He was a tall
skinny black man dressed in an orange polyester leisure suit.  His shirt
looked like something you would wear with a tux.  He had a great big smile
on his face.

"So you must be my boys - great to meet you.  You can call me Big Daddy,"
stated Officer Keith.

"Do you have a pink Caddy to go with that orange suit, Big Daddy?" Mike
said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"As a matter of fact, it's green.  It was seized a few weeks ago, and the
owner no longer has a use for it.  Do you boys have any experience pleasing
homosexual men?  I only want the best to work for me."

I blushed but not Mike.  He looked him right in the eye and replied, "The
only way to find out is to try me out.  But then I'd have to beat the hell
out of you, Big Daddy."

"Big Daddy, huh," Officer Keith then tried to slap Mike with a quick right.
Mike grabbed his wrist with his left hand and grabbed "Big Daddy's" balls
with his right.  "So, Big Daddy, do I pass the test?  If I squeeze a little
harder I'm sure it will give you pleasure."  The look on Officer Keith's
face was priceless - someplace between fear and dread.

Sergeant O'Brien broke into a huge belly laugh.  Mike released a very
uncomfortable Officer Keith.  "That is the first time anyone your age has
gotten the better of Chuck here.  He is kind of the station clown.  That's
because he never wins as the alpha male.  I guess he figured he could
finally win that role with you two but it looks like you have him by the
balls, Mike.  This is your first lesson in real police work, boys.  Don't
take any shit off anyone.  In school they probably taught you that Officer
Big Daddy is guilty of assault and Mike could be charged with sexual
assault.  But the way I see it, Officer Big Daddy, also known around here
as Chuckles, was testing your reflexes, Mike.  Not only did you defend
yourself but also you brought someone a foot taller than you totally under
your control.  I'm impressed.  I think you guys are going to fit right in."

We were introduced to the rest of the vice officers and all of them seemed
to share the same sense of humor.  I guess it's a reflection of Sergeant
O'Brien.  My first day and nobody is treating us like kids despite our
youth.

Sergeant O'Brien took us into a locker room and handed us each a wire
(transmitter and receiver with a wireless ear plug so they can hear us and
we can hear them.)  We were each given a locker and stored our stuff we had
brought with us.  Then we went back to Sergeant O'Brien's office.

"It's still a little early, guys, so I thought I would go over a few things
with you.  First of all you'll need this, Tommy."  He handed me a City of
Chicago Police shield.  I put it in my wallet right across from my State
Police ID.  "I don't know anything about you two except that you have done
well in the first part of your training.  Mike, how did you come to be with
us today?"

"Now that's a long story.  Let me sum it up by saying that I was beaten up
at school by some bullies and I decided to fight back - not by myself.  My
dad employed someone to help me.  We became more than friends and last
winter when visiting Chicago our situation came to the attention of the
Mayor.  So I guess you could say that the whole idea of having student
police came from me not taking any shit and standing up to the bullies."

"So you're the one I read about in the paper last winter.  I thought so but
I wasn't sure.  What about you, Tommy, what's your story?"

"It's not nearly as long as Mike's.  My dad beat me up and threw me away.
The rest is a dream come true.  Everywhere I turn I've run into kind,
caring, and loving people who have protected me.  Now it's time for me to
give something back."

"I'd like to hear both of your stories sometime.  We will have time for
that later as vice work is often boring.  That's why I don't mind some
kidding around.  You boys are both young so I'm going to assume that
neither of you has any idea what you are getting into."

"First of all, in the part of town we are going into, people make a living
committing crime.  From pickpockets and muggers, to killers and organized
crime - and everything in between.  Any crimes that you might observe, just
let us know and we'll deal with it.  We don't need you to make any arrests.
We don't want to blow your cover.  The streets have eyes.  It's likely that
you will run into other prostitutes, both male and female.  Although they
are not our targets, should they expose themselves we'll arrest them too.
If they usually work the same corner you're on they might not be happy with
you there.  You can then direct them to Officer Keith.  They might even get
their pimp to try to force you to leave.  Same game plan."

"Our job is simply to enforce the laws of the city and state.  Don't go out
of your way to entrap someone.  You'll often see the same car come around
the block three or four times before they stop.  Don't get close enough to
any car for someone to reach you.  Don't go anywhere near a car with more
than one person in the car.  There are also gay bashers around that just
want to beat you up.  Never get in any car 'cept a police car.  I don't
know what you guys know about gay guys in general but I can tell you that
those that are trying to pick up a teenager can be dangerous.  I'm sure you
have heard of Jeffrey Dahmer.  Back in the 70's we dug up the basement of
one guy who had almost 30 guys your age buried in his basement.  There are
some real sick people running around.  Some tonight will offer you extra
money to have sex with you unprotected.  They have AIDS and they know it.
Lots of guys just want to have a quick blowjob in their car.  You tell them
it is $50.  If they want to do anything else, tell them it's $100 an hour.
Like I said before, tell them they have to pay your pimp in the parking lot
one block behind you.  This will scare some of them off but that's ok.
We'll pull them over a few blocks away by a black and white unit.  I know
I've thrown a lot at you but after a few hours I'm sure you'll do fine.
Any questions?"

"When do we start?"  Asks Mike.

"Just before dark, we're going to get something to eat first.  We usually
hit a local deli or hot dog joint before going to our location.  Tomorrow
you don't need to be here until 6:00.  Any other questions?"

"Are we going to get some bullets for our guns?" I asked.

"Yes, we'll do that now.  We'll also give each of you two extra clips.  I
know you have both had many hours of gun safety so I'm not going to harp on
it.  Any other questions?"

I looked at Mike and we both shook our heads no.  We went down to the
property room and signed for bullets.  We were told that we had to return
the same number or the proper paperwork explaining the missing bullets.

We gathered up with the rest of the vice squad and went to a local deli.
The food was great.  I guess that puts to rest the stories about police
only eating donuts and drinking coffee while on duty.

We got to the location that Sergeant O'Brien said was just a few blocks off
the main drag where all the gay bars are.  It was a bit cooler outside with
a breeze coming off the lake but still a hot night.  Dark clouds were off
to the west and it looked like a thunderstorm was on its way.

The corner we set up on didn't look real inviting.  The buildings looked to
be about 100 years old and all but one bar and a liquor store were boarded
up.  All were 4 stories tall and the upper floors seemed to be empty.  If
the whole block was put to the wrecking ball no one would ever miss it.

Two of the vice officers took up positions in the buildings around us.
Officer 'Big Daddy' parked his Caddy in the parking lot one block away and
sat on the hood.  Four other officers took up positions in two unmarked
cars near the parking lot.  Two black and white units took up positions at
key points a few blocks away.  Sergeant had his own car and was on the
move, checking our positions and doing radio checks.

The only way I know how to describe how I felt is sheer panic.  I was
sweating like crazy.  My heartbeat was racing and I felt a bit lightheaded.
Nothing in training can really prepare you for the unknown.  I guess going
through boot camp is not the same as war.  I looked at Mike and I guess he
looked the same as me.  I really didn't want to express my fears, as I knew
the other officers would hear everything I said.  I didn't have to wait
long stewing on my thoughts.

"You see that blue Ford, Tommy?" stated Mike.

"The one coming up the street towards us?  What about it?"

"It's the second time I've seen it."

"Nice big smile now, boys!" came Sergeant O'Brien over the radio.

The car pulled to the curb just a few feet away from us and the window
rolled down.  There were two old guys in the car.

"We're having a private party tonight and are looking for a couple of guys
like you to join us for some fun," stated the guy in the passenger seat.
He looked to be about 60 to me.

"What do you have in mind?"  I asked.

"Just some bedroom fun for an hour or so.  We have a room near here.  We're
willing to make it worth your time."

"We don't come cheap," Mike said with a great big smile.  "You can plan on
$100 dollars an hour each, paid in advance to our pimp.  He won't let us go
with anyone unless he gets his money first.  He's in the parking lot over
there sitting on the green Caddy."

The geezers smiled and told us they'd be right back and drove over to the
parking lot.  A few minutes later two black and white police cars pulled
into the parking lot along with a wrecker.  We saw the men arrested and the
car towed away.

It was just getting dark when a flash of lightning lit up the sky.  I felt
a few raindrops when Sergeant O'Brien drove up.  We got in his car and he
drove over to the parking lot that Officer Keith was parked.

"This storm is not supposed to last long.  We'll wait it out here."

"How do you two feel after being involved in your first vice arrest?"

"I think I can handle it.  I was really nervous at first but I guess it
beats stocking shelves at my dad's store," Mike answered.

"How about you, Tommy?"

"I was nervous too but I think I can handle it.  Can I ask you a question,
Sergeant?"

"Sure, Tommy."

"Do vice officers try to entrap and bust people just for being gay?"

"No, we don't.  Thirty years ago we used to.  We would raid a gay bar and
take everyone in the bar to jail.  We don't do that any more.  But we do
arrest gay guys for soliciting sex in public parks and bathrooms.  We don't
go into gay bars and do the same thing.  To be fair we would have to arrest
straight people for the same thing.  We wouldn't have room in the Cook
County jail if you arrested everyone looking to pick someone up in a bar,
both gay and straight.  We don't much care what people do in the privacy of
their own house as long as they are consenting adults."

"I don't know whether or not you have heard this story before or not but
some 15 years ago in Milwaukee a disturbance was called in and a black and
white unit was dispatched.  The officers found a nude boy who looked like
he been involved in some physical sex play.  And had managed to get away.
What did the officers do?  They returned him to the guy he had just gotten
away from.  It was the last time the boy was ever seen alive.  He was only
14 years old and he was handed over to Jeffrey Dahmer.  The police didn't
even bother to ask the boy how old he was."

"How can something like that happen?" I asked.

"Police are people too.  They make mistakes.  Sometimes they just don't
care.  There were numerous charges that could have been imposed.  And if a
search of the Dahmer apartment had happened at that time perhaps more lives
could have been saved.  Serial murderers don't stick out.  They look just
like normal people.  The officer thought they would just let the two
lovebirds have their fun.  Needless to say there was a rather large
settlement with the parents of the child killed.  You will learn in the
next few weeks something about being streetwise.  The best police are able
to read people.  They can tell when someone is drunk or on drugs just by
looking at them - or watching them drive.  But even the best at this can be
fooled."

"I remember when I was a young kid all of 19 I was in the Marines and
stationed in San Diego.  It was my birthday and my friend bought us a 6
pack and went to a park to drink it.  The legal drinking age was 21 so I
was breaking two laws.  Minor in possession and drinking in public.  A
police officer happened by and we made an attempt to hide our beer.  He
asked to see our ID and then informed us of the fact that we were breaking
the law.  He also noticed that it was my birthday and that neither one of
us was drunk, just enjoying a few beers.  He handed us our ID's back and
said that he didn't know why he was being such a nice guy but he was
letting us off.  He didn't even take our remaining beer.  The point I'm
trying to make is something I'm sure they didn't teach you in training,
guys.  There is a time to look the other way and a time not to.  I've given
you an example of both.  Officially we get paid to enforce the law and it's
up to a prosecutor to decide who to take to court and who not to.  But
unofficially sometimes a warning can be very effective.  Anyone who has
been driving for a long period of time has generally been let off a traffic
violation with just a warning.  I can't tell you when to let someone off
the hook.  It's something you just have to learn.  I can however give you
an example of a rookie officer who was a bit overzealous."

"It was a few years ago.  He saw a car parked on the side of the street
with three guys sitting in the car.  He pulled over.  He found a white guy,
black guy, and a Mexican guy in the car.  They said that they were waiting
for a friend of theirs.  The officer couldn't understand what they were
doing together.  Seems he had a problem with people of different races
being friends and assumed that they were up to no good.  He got permission
from the driver to search the car.  He found 4 marijuana seeds in the glove
box and arrested the driver.  The next day after a night in jail the driver
was released with no charges placed against him.  In the meantime his car
was impounded, and he got fired from his job.  This is not justice.  Well,
the rain is breaking up so let's get you back to work."

Sergeant O'Brien drove back around to our 'curb' and we thanked him for
telling us his stories.  He said he would have plenty more for us as we got
to know each other better and worked more together.

It wasn't long before another car pulled up.  This time just a driver.  He
rolled down his window and held up a $20 and said that's how much he'll pay
to give one of us a blowjob.  I guess he thought we were cute.  We told him
that wasn't enough and he just drove off.  We heard Sergeant O'Brien say
that they pulled him over and arrested him just a few blocks away.  I saw a
guy across the street about Mike's age watching us.

Another car pulled up and called me over.

"I'm looking for someone to spend the night with me.  How much for a all
nighter?"

"You'll have to arrange it with my main man Big Daddy in the parking lot
over there.  He'll give you a price," I replied.

"Are you a cop?"

"Do I look old enough to be a police officer?"

"You don't look old enough to be up this late."

"Well, there you go.  Just go see Big Daddy and we'll see if it's my bed
time."

"Great, I'll be right back."

I could see the lust in this guy's eyes.  He was undressing me with his
eyes and it was obvious that he liked what he saw.  He did go over to the
parking lot and was soon in custody.  Sergeant said over the radio that he
liked how I handled that.

The guy we saw across the street disappeared.  After that it died down to
nothing.

"I think that guy made us, Tommy."

"What do you mean, Mike?"

"He figured out we were cops and went and told everyone he could find to
stay away from this corner."

"I agree with you guys," said Sergeant O'Brien over the radio.  "Let's move
to a new location."

We moved about 10 blocks away with Big Daddy around the corner in another
parking lot.  Sergeant O'Brien said it wasn't as good a spot but we did
make one more arrest before we decided to call it quits for the night.  We
rode back to the station in Sergeant O'Brien's car and he told us what a
great job we did.  He said that tomorrow night we would be doing the 'buy
cigarettes and alcohol thing' so we could dress normally.

We got back to the station and took off the wires.  We were told to keep
our weapons loaded just in case we got in any trouble traveling home.  I'm
glad we didn't have to use them.  Then we had to do about a half-hour of
paperwork.  This mostly involved just signing off on paperwork done by the
other officers.  If we had made the arrest ourselves we would have had tons
more paperwork to do.  The other officers were able to complete most of the
paperwork while we were working the street.  By the time we got to the
train station it was 3 AM.  I didn't have to be back until 6 PM tomorrow so
I figured that I had at least 14 hours to spend with Danny even if I was
asleep 8 hours of it.

The train ride back home was uneventful.  There were several people who
looked a little drunk but everyone left us alone.  We got to the train
station and Mike dropped me off at Danny's house.  He waited until I was
inside before pulling away.  He said he'd pick me up at 4:30 PM tomorrow to
go into work.  I went into Danny's room and took off everything except my
shorts and crawled in behind him.  He moved some, allowing me to spoon him
from behind.  In no time sleep overcame me while holding on to my lover.

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To be continued...