Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 19:58:35 EST From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com Subject: Billie Joe's Journal/Chapter 21 Billie Joe's Journal/ My 15th Year Chapter 21 Naked Truth He had one of my feet but carelessly let me get the other one up side his head. He made an unpleasant sound and I was loose on the roof, barefoot with my pants in my hand. Gene was dancing on the cinders while trying to put on his pants when I caught him. "Your naked boy. Put your pants on before I got to fuck you," he said, laughing on the words. "This comes down on a street behind the motel. Come on." "What do they want? We didn't do anything." "We're alive, Billie Joe, that's enough to piss the pigs off. We're fucking up their otherwise lovely town. Don't worry, no one bigger an us can fit through that window. None of the guys made it but us." "Jake? What about Jake? I need him." "No way," Gene said, looking back for any sign that someone was still chasing us. "He's too muscle bound to fit. You're stuck with me kid." I noticed the lights glaring down on us from the higher buildings that were all around the two-story motel as we started to move. I felt like I was in a prison break movie and we were making a run for it. I looked back at the window as I put my pants on once we reached the corner of the roof. There was no sign of Jake or anyone else. Gene took me over a second roof and then another one before we went down a fire escape that emptied us into a dark dead-end street. He seemed to know where he was and where we were going and all I could do was follow. I had no where to go now. I couldn't let him get out of sight. He was the only one left to save me from being alone in the world. The further I went the less I had. I realized that I had lost everything. It was all in the room, even my fucking shoes, all my money. I was left with a pair of pants and Gene. And how long would it be before he disappeared? I stayed close behind Gene on the too cold sidewalk and it started misting rain. Great! Just fucking great! I shivered and cursed the night and the cops. My foot suddenly started to ache. I followed Gene as he stayed in the shadows, blending from one street to another street as he led me deeper into the darkness of a strange city. I had no clue where I was or where we were going and he wasn't talking to me. The terror was back and now there was no one to protect me but the skinny kid I ended up with, skinnier 'an me, and that didn't seem very comforting. I was becoming acquainted with a different side of San Francisco. As my feet met the wet and I shook from fear and the damp annoying chill in the air. My foot took to throbbing but I couldn't stop to check it until Gene slowed down. To make matters worse a cloud settle on the street and what few lights we found were shaded in a lazy fog that hung on everything. Damn concrete! Cold shivers ran through me. I was sure I shivered because of my lack of apparel, but chilling fear also accompanied us through the empty streets. Each time a car passed we pressed ourselves into a doorway in case it was the cops on the prowl. We didn't speak even when we were huddled together but but he did stare at my eyes. Gene moved like a tall, wily cat. The further we went the more lost and confused I became. When my feet became too sore to walk any further, I asked him to stop. "Gene, I've got to rest my feet. And, I'm cold." "I'm cold too, but I don't want to go downtown with the pigs. I'll have to fight my way out of another hole where they stick me. Ain't happening while I can still run." Gene came back and stood over me with his hands on his hips and looking mean. "I'm tired too. I'm cold too, but we sit around here moaning about it, we're dead meat, Billie Joe. I ain't going back to juvy." "My foot hurts. I've got to rest it. It's bleeding." Gene kneeled down on the street next to the curb where I had parked myself. He yanked my foot up, rested it on his leg and used his thumbs to spread my Toes as he checked it. "Fuck! Cut it out. That hurts," I yelled at him. "No doubt, dude. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" "I didn't want to moan about it," I snapped. "I'll take you to Jesus," he said undaunted. "Ain't I got enough problems without and you bringing a Jesus freak into it?" "He's down by the warehouses. Just a few more blocks. You'll be all right. He was an Army medic in the war and he can fix anything. Come on. Get your ass up. We can't sit around here. That'll be too sore to walk on in another hour." Gene sat down and put his arm around my shoulders when I didn't get up. He leaned his face against my arm, helping me look at my filthy feet hanging in the crud filled gutter. We sat still and the physical contact warmed me and eased my ferror, until he stood after a few sympathetic moments. He stuck out his hand for me to take and he helped me up. I walked tenderly until I found a way to walk and protect the wound somewhat. I followed him and tried to keep my mind off my troubles. I wondered where Ty was. I thought about Jake's comforting arms. I knew all the boys from the room were in a world of hurt. Jake was in the most because of his uniform and they'd figure out who he was pretty quick. I worried about him going to jail as I shivered on. We turned a corner and there was a long row of tattered and broken warehouse doors. "Come on. Jesus lives just in back of here." At the corner of the warehouse was a fence without fencing and a thicket of heavy duty brush and shrubs. Gene moved through a bear spot like he knew where he was going. On the other side of the bushes was a big Amana box that had once contained a " frost free refrigerator" and the thought made me shiver even more. "Jesus! Jesus! It's me, Gene Boy," he called in a loud whisper. "What you want man? It's sleep time. Jesus needs his sleep." A man in a heavy green coat with wool gloves, a cloth hat, and a scarf wrapped round his neck climbed from the box. "Jesus, Billie Joe. He's my friend and he hurt his foot. It might need stitches, I think. I thought you could fix it. You can fix anything." The lantern hissed as he turned it up and a sudden bright light blinded me. The man didn't say anything but looked closely at my foot after pouring alcohol all over both of his hands. He reached in the corner of the box for a bag with all kinds of medical stuff. He poured more alcohol on his hands and over my toes and then my foot. He wrapped my big toe to my second toe with lots of gauze and adhesive tape. He made a gauze bandage and covered the cut, wrapping tape all the way around my foot in the middle. "This is the best I can do here. I guess you ain't aiming on no questions being asked or you'd go to the emergency room? Jesus asks none. Could use three... maybe four stitches to do it right. Tetanus I think. No matter. You kids never listen to Jesus. You stay off it for a couple of days, you hear. It should start to heal on its own we keep it clean and the bandage fresh. I'll check it tomorrow." "Jesus, you told me you'd help me if I needed it. We need it bad. Ran out on the pigs. They're probably looking for us right now. As you see we didn't have time to pack." "Gene, I help you. I can't help all your friends. I got my house. I got Jesus. That's it. You boys get in now. I'll make room, but Gene, you don't be bringing me no more boys. You'll have me lose my house again. I'm not wanting to lose it." "This is a good one," Gene said, inspecting the box. "What happened to the one I helped you drag down here last time?" "Cops came. They run me off here. Took everything. Sneaky bastards came just before dawn, after I fall asleep. That's dirty pool. No respect for a man's sleeping." "Where'd this one come from?" "I know stuff. I can't give away all my secrets to you, Gene Boy. I have a place." "I'm not looking to score one. I just wondered. This is the best one yet, huh? Since I knowed you anyway." "Buddy. Vet I know from the Nam. He works at an appliance store now. He fixes me up. I go and tell him when I'm needing me a new house. That night I have me a brand new corrugated box that he leaves sitting out by the trash after his boss leaves. Damn nice one, huh? Plastic coated or something like that. Even the rain don't bother it much." He looked us over as he spoke. "Come on boys. You get to bed. I need me my sleep, even if you don't need none." Gene indicated I should crawl up in the box with him. It felt like something out of a dream or maybe a nightmare. I could hear the guy putting stuff away just outside and then the light went out. I could smell the guy when he crawled into the confines of the box and I wondered what came next. I stayed up next to Gene and close to one side. Luckily there was plenty of room. Gene did what I needed more than anything in the world right then, he wrapped his arms around me like we'd known each other next to forever. Jesus put some loose paper up around us before he settled down in the far corner. Gene and I pressed together so our skin touched all over. It gave me warmth and comfort as well as something else that always seemed to pop up when I got this close to another guy. I used my fingers to see if he liked me the way I liked him and he liked me fine. I must have been pretty tired right then, because once I got that horny, I usually had to do something about it in order to sleep, only what I did was fall right to sleep, after we found a good position we both liked. It was daylight when I woke up, although it was still foggy. It was cold when I finished waking up but I immediately felt Gene up next to me and that warmed me up quite a bit once I got his best part in my hand again. Then I was overheated in a big way and that was totally nice too. I wondered where our host got off to. After awhile I tried to turn over quietly but I managed to rattle all the fucking loose paper inside that damn box. How in the hell did Jesus get away without waking us up? Then, I couldn't move without making a racket and I couldn't lay still. "Shit," Gene said. "Where's that guy?," I asked. "Jesus? He's out collecting. He goes before sun up when I'm here." "What's he collect?" "Whatever he needs." "He steals shit?" "No! Not Jesus. He gets things out of the trash. Dumpsters mostly. People throw stuff out that he can use, or sell, or trade to someone for something he needs. He gets food. Some good stuff too. He's been at this for years. Longer an you and me been alive. Man's an artist, Billie Joe. You wait and see. You won't believe it. I don't believe it myself and I see it every time I'm down here." "How often is that?" "Often as there's a need," Gene said. "Why does he live that way? He's a bum," I advised Gene. "I don't know. Why do we live the way we live? It's the way things are Billie Joe. You just do what you got to do, you know. Why do you question everything anyway? He took your ass in and fixed you up. That's all you got to know about him. Maybe you'd like to stay on the Mark tonight, huh?" "What's a mark?" "Never mind," he said, suddenly exasperated with me. "It's the best fucking hotel in town is all. He was in the Vietnam. He says. Says it was bad shit, too. He started drugs over there. He said they all did it. It was the only way not to go crazy, only he says it didn't work so good in his case. He went crazy anyway. He won't be around people. He doesn't trust anyone. Maybe me on good days, only he can get squirrelly. So if I say we got to bail out of here, don't be standing around asking me no questions about it. He ain't never hurt me but he gets violent. Yells and screams and stuff." "Why doesn't he go get some help? He was in the war and all. They got to help him, don't they? They owe him something for being in a war." "He says they tell him he's just a drunk. They can't help no drunks even if they was in a war once." "He drinks?" "Shit! Lucky we caught him sober. If he's drunk, he's no good." "What do you do for him makes him help you anyway?" "Fuck you. It doesn't come to that with everyone. He thinks I'm his kid or something. I guess he adopted me when I was first on the street. I come by and crawl up in his box. He gives me food and lets me stay with him, when I'm on the run, like now. He talks about dead guys. He like talks to them when he drinks. He talks about that war over there. I ain't never going to no war. Fuck that shit! Then he starts drinking and I split. He ain't no good when he drinks." "What do you do here?" "Talk to him. You get him going he can tell you some shit. One day I'm going to write it all down and make it into a movie." "Like what kind of shit?" "About the war. Mexico too. Where he came from way back. His brothers and sisters are still there. He knows stuff. He worked as a medic in the war. He's pretty good at doctoring stuff. That foot looked nasty. He fixed it right up. Pretty handy guy. He'll stitch it for you if it don't start to heal. He don't tell no one he can do that but he's stitched me up more an once." "I never slept in a box before." "Get used to it. You ain't with mommy and daddy no more, and what do you have against me any way?" "What are you talking about?" "You're stuck up. First with Ty, and then with Jake. You ignored me. I wanted to be your friend and you wouldn't even look at me until I saved your ass last night." "I saw all I needed to see. You don't know what I look at. You might be surprised who I like," I said, liking him just fine. "It's because I went with Sharon that first night, ain't it? You don't like me because I do girls. I almost didn't go with her because you were there. I didn't want you to think I did it with girls. It's just because of the guys, you know. They all think I'm superstud or something. They get me going, you know, encourage me. I like that. I don't like her but I like how it feels to have them making a fuss over me." "I didn't say I didn't like you. You said it. I like you fine, Gene." "You act like you don't. I had to about force myself on you last night. You acted like you didn't want nothin' to do with me and it ain't the first time. I don't like that many guys." "I'm sorry. It's hard to explain." "Try me. Maybe I'll keep helping you if you explain." "Don't leave me alone, Gene. You're all I got. I lost everything. I had my money in my shoes back there. If I'd taken time to grab them I wouldn't a got out that window. The cops were right on my ankles when I hit the roof. I don't know anyone. I'm afraid to be alone." "I understand that. dude. We're all scared out here, Billie, unless you're a fool. It's the way it is on the street. You're always scared. You act like you're special and you don't look so special anymore. You might be cute but you got bags under your eyes, your face is filthy, and you're damn near as skinny as me now, only no one's skinny as me, huh?" "I do like you." "You're saying that to keep me helping you is all. I ain't no fool." "I held you all night." "You wanted to stay warm. So did I. That don't mean nothing." "No, I held it all night, even this morning." "That's my hottest part. You were holding it for the heat. Yeah, you were, weren't you, and I was too tired to do anything. I guess I'm a dope. Okay, you like me. Maybe I ought to make you prove it." "I was wiped out too. I wanted you, Gene. I wanted to be with you. That's not saying a lot lately thought. I wanted to be with Tim and Tony, too, even when I was with Jake. Whenever I see guys doing sex, I get all flustered and worked up over it. It's like I have no control over myself." "Been there done that, Billie Joe. Welcome to the street." "I was too scared to act any different than I did. Ty protected me. I wanted him to protect me. Jake replaced Ty when he disappeared. I have a hard time thinking you can replace Jake." "Fuck you. You're a free man ain't you? If I hadn't led the way your ass'd be getting gang raped in juvvy right now, and then you'd be on your way back to Bumfuck where ever it is your ass comes from. I may not be a toe to toe fighter but the man never gets me if I'm awake. I can climb up the side of a building and slide through a crack in the sidewalk," Gene boasted. "I can't, Gene. I don't know what you know." "You stick with me and we might not be able to beat our way out of trouble but I'll show you how to charm yourself out of trouble every time. Never hit anything head on if you can help it. You go around. You got your needs. I got mine. You want to play with me, you're going to pay." "How old are you?" "Fourteen and five months." "Why are you out here?" "Nowhere else to go. You want to take me home with you?" "Yeah, I would if I could. I can't go home." "I know that story." "You got it?" "AIDS? Nope. I was just tested. I'm still clean Gene. Had a little touch of something or other. They cleared it up with a couple of shots. I usually let people do for me. Everyone loves taking me on, so I go along with it if they don't get too far out there." "How far out there?" I asked. "Some weird dudes out there, you know. I do slip up at times, but I try to play safe if I got rubbers. I don't want that shit. I think Jake and Tim and Tony are all still clean. Sharon was, but she's bad news. I shouldn't do it with her but everyone wants to see me in action. The guys all cheer me on because they know it gets me going." "You could find some other way to get your kicks. Jake was with her too." "Only thing I ever done worth doing. I ain't too bright, and I'm not much to look at, but I'm hell when you get me going. Up to two years ago, I didn't even have a dick. Go figure, huh. Now that puppies damn near a foot long and thick as my wrist. Biggest one in San Francisco! On a kid anyway. Guys are always telling me that. You got the biggest one I seen, Gene, they say." "I almost found out. Well, I did feel it until I fell asleep. It did keep me warm." "You did, didn't you. Come to think of it, we were rudely interrupted by a knock at the door last night. Want a rematch before Jesus comes back? We got time. He'll be gone most of the day and I got just the bone for you." "Cool!" I said. Gene took a hold of my hand and put it on him. The bulge couldn't be missed. The pants took on a new dimension when I rubbed him up some. I got dizzy and faint almost immediately as I dug it out of his pants, failing at my attempt to get my hand around it. My hand would fit easily around his wrist. "That's it. Pull on it some, Billie. Yeah, dude, like that. Use both hands on me now. Squeeze me hard. Harder. Yeah!" He spoke lower and lower in his throat and his voice got softer as I worked it over. His deep blue eyes stared at my handiwork. The clear liquid appeared each time I squeezed until the thick purple head was coated in a sticky fluid that helped me excite him even more. His hips went in motion as my hands picked up speed. My own cock was throbbing in my pants and then his hands went to work getting it out, and then he had it in his hands, doing to me what I was doing to him as we panted and moaned and fucked each other's hands. "Hey, Gene, better lighten up on that thing. I'm going to pop a load." "Yeah," he said, softly, pulling mine up to his and rubbing them together after getting my hands off his. "You got a chub, Billie. That's a fat one." I was half his length and not nearly as thick. Mine was a darker color except for his head that had turned really dark when either of us were squeezing it. He let some of his liquid leak on me, and I felt faint, but I wanted to get a hold of his again. The box was suddenly torrid inside. I could see the day light through the opening but it still seemed foggy and damp but I had started to sweat big time. "I'll blow you if you want," I said, eager to get it back. "Not for long. I'm really close, Billie. I don't usually get this hot so fast. You got good hands. What I like most is getting blowed." "I can do that," I said, and he went into motion. Gene had his pants off in a flash. He looked a little obscene with his tiny waist and huge dick and just a small patch of unruly pubes with fat low hanging balls that were as pink and smooth as silk. I quickly scooted down as he turned me around so he could get to my dick. I started kissing his and tasting that liquid. He hadn't showered in a while but the smell made me really hot for him. I got the head in my mouth and washed it and loved the taste of him. A warm shock hit me as he took me into his mouth. We were locked together, mouths to dicks, and it was almost like falling into the abyss. Everything just seemed to float off the ground and get weird and all. My dick throbbed and I was about a second a second and a half from unloading, and I had needed to unload ever since the cops showed up and I heard Gene whimpering and I could feel him slobbering on my dick as he was getting closer. A strident and commanding voice startled me out of my swoon. "You boys roll out a there now. Time to house clean," Jesus said, making way too much noise as I choked on Gene, and I couldn't believe our luck as both our dicks went suddenly soft. "He won't go for this shit," Gene whispered. "You zip up and get out there so I can get my pants on, okay? We'll get to finish this sooner or later, Billie Joe." "No, I want to finish," I whined, knowing we'd need to start over. "Grow up. We're his guests. Don't do this to me. He's straight." I slid out on my butt and Jesus threw a shirt over my head as quickly as I appeared. "That's my best one. Thick too. Warm. Keep you dry if you don't stand out in it. These are my Sunday shoes. I never know when it's Sunday anymore. They'll be way big, but we got paper to fix 'em up for you. Socks are a bit worn but better holes than dirt, huh? I tried to find a second pair to fill the shoes but no luck yet." ` "I can't take your clothes, Jesus." "Jesus takes care of his boys. You need it... Jesus got it... you got it now. Don't argue with me, boy." "No, sir." "Where'd you dig this stuff up, Jesus?" Gene said, still showing a considerable bulging in his pants when he emerged from the box to face his friend. "Have my places to keep things away from the pigs, Gene Boy. Figured it was time to get rid of some of this stuff anyway. Here. This is a shirt I wore in Mexico. Too small for me anyway. I kept it to remember home before I went over there but I don't care anymore. It'll look good on you, Gene. Tennis shoes. Picked these up on rounds today. I think they're big enough for those damn feet of yours. They get any bigger we be needin' a bigger box. No socks for dem feet boy. Sorry, I'll keep my eyes open. You'd be helpin' things out if you quit growing any time now? Maybe put a little meat on dem bones. "Stuff from the bakery. Sweet rolls. Pastry. Here's donuts in this bag. Don't toss many away anymore. Not like they used to. Some old milk from behind the grocery. I don't drink it after the day I find it. Eat up. Jesus got rounds. Anything my boys need? Tell me now." "Condoms?" Gene said, grinning at me as I blushed big time. "In the medical supplies, Gene Boy. You boys shouldn't do no shit here. You know how I feel about that. You know about that AIDS shit." "What are you talking about. I got girlfriends, Jesus. Billie seen me with one." "Yeah, well, just be careful. Condoms ain't foolproof. Keep it zipped is best. That's what I'm thinking. This boy is too nice for you, Gene. You don't be corrupting him none. Jesus keeps it zipped. I don't want to die a dat shit. No, sir. You be best to leave this nice boy alone. I know about you, Gene. Other boys tell me plenty about you." "Jesus, you don't believe those lies?" Gene objected. "You've come with other boys, Gene. I'm not without the eyes and the ears. Jesus can't keep you safe. It's up to you to do that so you can be with whoever you like." "Cool," Gene said, watching Jesus. "I'll keep it zipped." Jesus pushed a shopping cart away from the thicket, mumbling to it as he muscled it along. The cart was loaded with bottles, cans, and what looked like trash to me. Gene watched until he went around the corner of the warehouse before he came over to dig two cherry donuts out of one of the bags. He put one in his mouth to secure it and held on to one as went over to the medical supplies at the corner of the Amana box. He searched for a few seconds and stood up with a foil wrapped condom in his hand, smiling around his donut. "Come on," he said, after finishing a donut. "He'll be gone most of the day." Gene's pants leg was standing out again. The bulging shifted as he moved around. He squatted to get in the box and the pants came off as he went in. He carefully used the donut to coat his cockhead with frosting. He then ate the donut in four happy bites, never taking his eyes off me. He then spread his legs in such a way that I could see the crack and his pale inviting hole. He leaned back on one elbow, watching me watch his every move, and then he held the condom out for me. My pants were doing a considerable amount of bulging as I gobbled my cinnamon role and got ready to join Gene in the box. ***** email quillswritersrealm@yahoo.com website www.writersrealm.net My Other Titillating Tales /nifty/gay/encounters/train-trip-trick /nifty/gay/beginnings/keiths-pictures /nifty/gay/highschool/discovering-gregory/ /nifty/gay/highschool/in-skaters-time/