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This story takes place during Andrew's Misplaced Trust. Approx 12-15 years ago.
Today, like most afternoons, my friends and I are hanging out at WalMart trying to pick up dates. Some of these men call us rent boys. I'm not quite sure why, we don't pay rent.
Tonight, there is a hot man who drives up to get propane. He doesn't seem to be looking for a date. He has a nice SUV, and he catches me staring at him. He smiles, so I get brave, and walk up to him to chat.
"Hey, mister, do you need any help?" I ask, but he tells me he doesn't need any help. I just stand there looking down. I haven't eaten in days and am about to cry since I don't think I can find a date tonight to make some money to eat. Andrew always offers me snacks, but it is never enough, and I feel bad taking his stuff. He's really cute and gets paid very well for his work. I wish I was as popular as he is.
Today is a great day for a barbecue, but I am out of propane, so I jump in the SUV and drive to WalMart. After paying inside, I drive over to the cage where they keep the propane tanks, and there is a group of boys hanging out there.
The manager yells at them. "Move away from the cages, boys. Stop scaring off my customers." When he exchanges my tank, a cute, ragged, blond boy catches my eye. He looks to be about 9 years old. I smile at him, and he smiles back, then he walks over to my SUV.
"Hey, sir, do you need any help with that propane?."
The tank probably weighs as much as he does.
"Nah, I got it. I'm sorry, do you need some money?" and I offer him a 20.
It is clear that he is living on the streets. His clothes are ragged, and he smells a bit. Don't get me wrong; even the dirtiest boy smells wonderful, but I know he needs something. He doesn't respond or take the cash I offered. He just keeps staring at the ground. If I'm not mistaken, I see a teardrop hit the asphalt near his feet. Why is this little boy crying? "What's your name?"
He responds between sniffles, "Cole."
"I'm Dan. So, Cole, now that I think about it, I do need some help hooking up this tank at my house. Do you think it would be okay if you came with me? We can make some burgers or something while you help me."
"Really?" He responds and looks up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. They are a bit red from crying, and hidden by his golden locks. He is cute with little streaks running down his dirty face.
"Do you need to get permission?"
As he climbs into my SUV, he says, "Nah." I am thinking about how brave this boy is to get in a car with a stranger. He acts like he has done it a million times. Later, I realized he most likely has.
"So, Cole, how old are you?" I'm trying to make some small talk with this kid.
"I'm twelve, but people think I look younger. I guess it's just because I'm the runt. At least that's what my mom said before, um, never mind." He backtracks on his comment to me.
His comment disturbs me, but he clarified that he is indeed a street kid. I wish I could help every kid, but this shy boy took a chance on me, so I'll take a chance on him.
Wow, Dan must be a gazillionaire. His house is up in the hills near the preserve. It has a nice view of the valley, and it looks like a mansion. We walk around the side of the house with the propane tank, and he gets down on his knees next to me. He wraps his arms around me. He smells good, a mix of his musk and cologne.
"Here, let's screw this connector on to the tank." He says as he holds my hands and has me do the work. He gets up and shows me how to light the barbecue. "Turn the knob to the little flame, yeah, like that. Now, press that little red button until you hear it click. You got it if you see flames; if not, press it again."
This is fun. I press the red button and it clicks, but no flame. I press it again and the barbecue goes "Woof!" The blue flames hop above the grill, and I jump back right into Dan. I feel safe as he holds me tightly, keeping me safe from the flame, and reassures me that I'm doing a good job. He nuzzles his nose into my neck as he holds me before we close the lid and leave it to warm up.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he says. "Come on, let's go inside and get the food ready."
"Wow, this place is so nice! Should I take my shoes off, sir?"
"Sure, just kick them off by the door. Hey, no more of this, sir bullshit. You can call me Dan."
"Sir, um, Dan, I don't mean to be rude, but we're not allowed to call our Johns by their first name. Can I call you something else?"
Dan looked confused at what I just said. Maybe I was his first boy.
"What would you like to call me?"
"Usually it's sir, dad, daddy, uncle, master..." He cuts me off.
"Uncle. I like Uncle. Is that okay, Cole?"
"Awesome, you are my Uncle Dan!" I squeal. The date is going well, even though I may have fucked up because I didn't negotiate, but when he said we would eat, I didn't care. I'll let him fuck me raw just for a burger. I am starving, and that's the worst feeling. Water isn't too filling.
Dan reaches under the counter and pulls out a tray from a cupboard that must have been a refrigerator. His kitchen is really fancy. Expecting some burgers, I get excited when he has some big steaks. He shakes some powder stuff on them from a shaker as he puts them on a platter. I can smell the spices he put on them and my stomach is going to rumble soon.
"Do you like Mac and Cheese?" Uncle Dan asks.
"Yes! It's my favorite."
"Mine too! Some people think it's a kids thing, but I don't care."
"Is your wife going to be coming home soon?" I ask. I am hoping that the two steaks are for us, and not for his wife and him. Just then, my stomach lets out a growl that was so loud Uncle Dan heard it.
"No, there's no wife. I live alone. Grab a soda or something to tame that tiger inside of you. They're over there in the fridge." He points at the wall, which looks like a bunch of cabinets. I don't see a fridge, but he walks over and opens a cabinet door to expose a huge fridge. It has Coca-Cola, tea, Gatorade, and a lot of other food. I fidget with the Gatorade cap, so he comes over, and he reaches around me to help. His scent fills my nose again. Fuck, the front of my shorts are tenting because I got hard just thinking about him. I know I am going to have to pay him back for the food, but I figure it will be fun since he is so hot.
This boy, damn him, is turning me on and giving me feelings I've never had before. He is starving and his stomach is making a ruckus, so I have him get a drink while I make the mac and cheese and the steaks. The steaks are on the barbecue, and I grill up some zucchini strips with them. When everything is ready, I serve up our plates and have him come over to the table. The poor kid was filthy, and I don't want to make him feel bad, but I also don't want to ruin my dining room chairs. I decide it is nice out, so we can eat at the patio tables. Besides, the view over the valley is beautiful, and the sunset is going to be so nice, and I'm sure Cole hasn't seen one from up here. I grab plates and utensils and set the table for two. The chairs are a bit low, so I grab a cushion from one of the poolside chairs and place it on his seat. "Here, this will help you a bit. I know you're a big boy, but I want to see your beautiful face while we eat, and not just the top of your head." What the fuck, Dan, what are you saying to this boy?
"Thank you, Uncle Dan."
Sitting next to him, I noticed he was struggling a bit with cutting his steak. "Can I help you cut that steak, Cole?"
He looks up with his sparkling blue eyes and smiles. "Yes, Uncle Dan."
After cutting up his steak, without thinking, I pick up a piece on the fork and feed it to him. He acts like this is normal, so I spend the rest of the meal alternating between eating my meal and feeding him steak. Sitting next to this boy is making me feel all kinds of emotions. Of course I feel bad for this kid's situation, but I really feel a strong connection with him. I want him to be mine, so I can care for him and protect him. But it is stronger than that. I can't really explain it, but I feel all tingly around this boy.
"What time do I need to get you back?" I ask him.
"I don't care. The warehouse is cold and smelly. I'll go whenever you want me to go." His eyes go to the floor as he says that.
"Cole, do you mind if I wash your clothes for you? I don't want you to think I'm being inappropriate, but I see it's been a while, and I thought maybe you didn't have a way to wash them."
He starts to cry. Did I offend him? He has to know he's filthy.
"We use the laundromat across the street from the factory, but the manager dude ran us out. When I went back, all of my clothes were gone, so I don't have anything else to wear." I can see he is angry and sad at the same time.
"Fuck, sorry kid, that's really shitty of him. Tell you what, let me wash those clothes, and I'll get you one of my t-shirts to wear." I go to my room to get the smallest t-shirt I have and take it back out to find a completely naked boy standing there.
"Well, I see you're not shy. Here's a shirt. Do you want to shower before putting it on since you're already dressed for the shower?"
"Could I?" His eyes get so wide. "We don't have no hot water at the factory, just a janitor's closet with an old, icky black hose and cold water."
"Of course." He holds my hand as we walk back to my bathroom, and he starts to get excited.
"Wow, this bathroom is huge. You have a tub and a shower."
As I touch the panel to turn on the shower, his eyes light up. Fully naked, he turns to look at me. He is definitely sexually aroused, and he holds his hand out to me.
The water in the shower came from the walls and the ceiling. It is really cool. "Uncle Dan, why aren't you taking off your clothes?" He looks like he doesn't understand me. "I need you to wash me."
This was one of the games that one of my regulars likes to do. It was nice to have a real shower and this bathroom is amazing. It's bigger than the apartment my mom and I shared before I, before she, never mind. Uncle Dan finally snaps out of it and strips. I think he is staring at me. I like it. When he gets to his boxer briefs, I can see he is chubbed up. I'm bold and reach over to slip off his underwear. His cock springs up and hits me on the chin. I just laugh.
"Someone is excited to take a shower!" I say. He turns bright red.
"Why are you surprised? I have a hot, sexy boy here showing off his boner and wanting me to get naked with him."
We get in the shower, and he squirts some shampoo in his hand and rubs it into my hair. It feels so good to have his fingers rub my scalp. None of my other Johns do that. He rinses it all out and then gets out a washcloth. He soaps it up and scrubs me down. He's probably never done this with a boy before because he is a bit rough, but I kind of like it. It turns me on.
"Can you bend forward, Cole? I need to clean your backside."
I lean forward and reach back to pull my butt cheeks apart. He carefully cleans me. I was hoping he would press his finger into me, but he doesn't, despite the fact that I keep pushing back when his finger touches my hole.
I turn around and say, "Don't forget the important parts!" My dick is responding and growing. He reaches out and feels my shaft. He lifts it up and cleans my balls. Then, he soaps up the shaft, but he lingers a bit and keeps stroking me. I could hear a slight moan as he did.
The boy asks me to wash him. I've never washed anyone, so I did what I thought would be right. After shampooing his hair, I grab a cloth and wash him from head to toe. I have him bend over to clean his ass, and he just pulls his cheeks apart. I about lost my own load seeing his pink little star. I clean it, and he turns around, wanting similar attention on the front side. Upon touching his dick, I feel electricity, and an unexpected moan escapes my lips. I hope he doesn't hear it.
I rinse him off, then grab a big fluffy towel to dry him. Cole wraps the towel around himself and says he's fine with that until his clothes are ready. "Do you mind if I just wear a towel too?" I ask.
"Nope, I like how hot you are, Uncle," he says as we walk out to the living room.
"Do you like sci-fi shows?"
He nods.
"Let's watch one while we wait for your clothes." I turn on the TV and he drops his towel and climbs up next to me on the sofa. He leans into me, and my entire body shudders. What the fuck am I doing? I put my arm around the naked boy and pull him close. He cuddles with me, and falls asleep with his head on my lap. I don't want to disturb him, so I carefully pick him up and take him to my bedroom. I place him on the bed, carefully covering him up. Before returning to bed, I go out to clean up the mess from dinner.
Still naked from the shower, I just slide into bed next to the boy. He is purring lightly, and I sit there, resting on one elbow, staring at his perfect body. Then, almost subconsciously, my hand reaches for his chest. I draw it gently and softly along his body, down his abs, up over his hips, and finally caressing his flawless bottom.These feelings are confusing and unexpected. Maybe it's best that I sleep on it.
Suddenly, I wake up in Uncle Dan's bed, and fear overtakes my thoughts. Did he rape me? Drug me? No, he wouldn't do that. I'm not in any pain. I feel my butthole, and it isn't puffy. He is snoring lightly next to me, and I can see his morning wood. I decide to repay him for his help by rolling over carefully and sucking on his cock. When I get my head down near his crotch, I smell the clean musk of Uncle Dan. I carefully grasp his cock, and slide it into my mouth. Almost immediately, I taste some pre-cum. It is so sweet and tasty. His cock is a bit above average, and I am thinking it won't be a problem to let him fuck me, but I am hoping that oral is enough to repay him for last night. I feel his cock thicken and strain. I know what is about to happen, but I'm not ready for the amount of cum that he shoots. I try my best to swallow it all down, but it comes out so fast and there is so much that it drips down his shaft and my chin.
His eyes pop open, and he lets out a gasp. "Shit, what the--oh, oh, Cole, you didn't have to do that. I wasn't after you for sex."
"It's okay. I like to do it. That's what I do."
He jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom, where he closes the door. I'm scared. I don't know where my clothes are, or I would run. I don't even know where I am, but I figure I need to get out of here, fast. We all hear stories of boys that go missing while on dates, but nobody really knows why, so when things start to feel wrong, you run. I was about to go searching for my clothes when Uncle Dan opens the bathroom door. I freeze. He comes over to me and picks me up. He stands me up on the bed and wraps me in his arms.
What the fuck just happened. God, shit, fuck. I'm not a bad guy, I just, shit. This boy just sucked me off. I wasn't expecting that, and now he is going to think that's all I want. Don't get me wrong: I didn't mind it; shit, it's pretty hot; but I've never wanted to make him do anything. More than anything, I want to give him pleasure.
He's probably freaking out, I need to go back out and calm him down. This poor boy has probably been through so much that I can't even imagine.
Out in the bedroom, I find the panicked boy. He's about to make a run for it, I can see it in his eyes. Rushing to him, I lift the boy up, stand him on the bed and wrap him in my arms. "Cole, I don't know your story, but I want to get to know you. You don't have to do anything sexual with me, ever. I know you said you like it, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I do want to be your friend though."
The boy looked confused. His face was blank. I might have been speaking Martian to him as far as I could tell. Hugging him tight, I can feel him trembling. He wiggles free, hops off the bed, and runs to the bathroom. I can hear his piss stream hit the toilet, and it goes on and on and on. I decide to give him some privacy, so I sit on the bed and wait for him to finish. I don't know how to have a conversation with him about what I want from him. Maybe I don't even know what I want--or if I want anything at all.
When I leave the bathroom, I walk out and find Uncle Dan sitting on the bed. He looks worried. I've been through this before; he feels guilty and ashamed, hands me cash, and I never see him again. I know the drill.
"Uncle Dan, It's okay. I really do like you--the sex, everything. There is nothing for you to worry about. I would like to be able to see you again, that is, if you aren't feeling too guilty."
He had a strange look on his face as he says, "I'm not feeling guilty, I'm afraid of how to ask you what I want to ask."
"You can ask me anything. I'm sure I've been asked things you would never guess." I say as I stand there, stark naked, in front of him.
"I just want to help you, but I don't want to make you feel bad. You need to tell me what you need so I can help."
"Uncle Dan, I have never had a John who just wants to help me without the sex. I am used to having to work for what I need to survive. Some jobs are just jobs, but others are more fun. I like you, and the fact you didn't push me to fuck makes me like you even more. It sucks living on the street." There, I said it. I know he wanted to ask. "I have been on the streets for a long time, and I'm used to it. I can go days without eating, I lost all of my belongings, and men treat me like I'm disposable, to be abused and fucked. I'm fine with it."
"Cole, this is not fine. I want to make sure you are okay. Can we make a deal?" I ask, looking into his eyes. He doesn't speak, he just nods yes.
"Here's what I propose. I'm going to take you and get you some clothes and a few other things you need to be comfortable. I want you to just ask or put things in the cart. Look around this place; you know I can afford it, and I'm not doing it for me; I'm doing it because I care about you."
He meekly says, "Okay."
I'm not sure he believes it. Shit, I don't know if I do either.
"May I ask how much you make on a normal night?" I was afraid that I would offend him, but the kid is used to negotiating, right?
He looks to the floor and recites from memory, "25 for head, 50 to swallow, 100 to fuck, 200 for bare, and 500 for overnight."
He offered up his price list like he was a dime store hooker, and it made my stomach turn. My mind is racing. I imagine this beautiful boy offering himself up every night. I know, it sounds hypocritical since I did enjoy a blowjob from the kid, but in my defense, I was asleep.
"Well, Cole, from now on, you only work for me. How about this. You and I will have dinner every Wednesday night. We will go to a movie, or watch something on TV, and I will pay your overnight rate if you promise that you won't do this with other men. Is that enough? I don't know how often you work. If you need more, just say so."
He looks like he is thinking the offer over, but instead of responding, he hugs me. His cock hardens, and it is hitting my leg. He kisses me on the lips. "I take it that's a yes." I laugh.
I don't know what came over me, but I grab him, lift him onto the bed, lay him on his back, and suck his little cock. I pulled off for a moment to admire this beautiful boy, I licked his balls, fingered his hole, and then went back to sucking until I got his watery boy load.
He laid there, breathing heavily, and then fell asleep.
I reach for my phone. I have a call to make. I dial and wait for the phone to answer.
"Rocco, it's Dan. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Rocco was caught off guard. "What do you mean, boss?"
"I hear you're kicking the street kids out who are doing laundry. What the fuck?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but they shouldn't be here."
"What did you do with their clothes?"
"I trashed them, sir."
"How the fuck would you like it if I threw all of your worldly possessions in the trash? You know what? Fuck you, Rocco, I'm going to call Johnny and have him head to your place to do just that!"
"Sir, please, I'll make it right. I figured you didn't want them kids in here."
"Rocco, answer this, and answer very carefully. Do these kids scare off any customers? Are they like the homeless addicts?"
"No, sir, they're very respectful and actually kind of hide to make sure they aren't in the way."
"Well, Rocco, you have until the end of the day to make this right. You will never kick out a paying customer, ever! I don't care if they are naked and washing the only clothes they own. I don't care if they are five or a hundred and five. You will help them and keep the place safe. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"I want you to list out everyone that you've kicked out and what you threw out. You will be replacing them with brand new clothes. I have one boy here that I am taking shopping, and you better be ready for me to take it out of your check. I've got cameras in the place. Maybe I need to watch them more often. You've got a couple of hours to make this right, or I'll send Johnny over to fix things."
"Sir, I'm sorry, sir. Please, let me make this right."
"One more thing, I want you to make sure that Becky at the cafe lets these boys eat. If they are hungry and have no money, I want you to pay for it. Got it?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
I went over to the living room and pulled up the security cameras. Rocco was pacing the floor; he had a notepad and was writing away. He knew not to cross me. These kids will be made whole.
Cole's ragged clothes are pretty sad, and I feel bad taking them to him, but I have nothing else for him to wear. His cartoon briefs are like Swiss cheese, and his shirt has holes in the armpits and the belly is stained pretty badly. "Cole, hey kiddo, wake up." He slowly comes to, and smiles at me. "Get dressed so we can go get you some nice threads."
He hops up and pulls on the raggedy clothes. As he pulls on the briefs, I can see they are a few sizes too small, and his little penis sticks through the well worn fly. It's cute and sad at the same time. Super Mario was printed on the front, and he had a Pinocchio-sized nose, if you get my drift. "Let's go to the mall; I want to make sure you get everything Rocco took from you back and then some."
I don't know who this Rocco is, but apparently he's the guy that stole my clothes. I put on my crappy old clothes, and Dan tells me to go get in the car. I head into the garage, and not only is there the SUV we came in last night, but there is a cool BMW. "Can we go in that car?" I point at the BMW. He nods and smiles, so I run over and get in. He gets in, and we are on our way. "Who's Rocco?" I ask.
"Rocco works for me at the laundromat. I made sure he won't ever throw your clothes, or any of your friends' clothes out. He's going to tell you personally how sorry he is about how he treated you and your clothes. He's going to pay for new clothes."
We pull up at the nice mall, and he takes my hand as we walk in. "I like holding your hand, Uncle." He smiles at me and squeezes my hand as we go into the Van's store.
"Pick out two pairs of shoes you like, and get a hat and four or five t-shirts." He told me as he walked around the store. I saw the prices and thought, no, I can't do this. He saw me just standing there. "Don't let the prices bother you, Rocco is paying."
"But, Uncle Dan, there are days I only have change in my pocket. I can't even get a snack with the money I have. I'd rather have food than clothes. You're spending more money than I make in a month of overnights, and I can't pay you back."
"Cole, I want to buy them, and I've already worked out food for you. Rocco is going to talk to Becky at the cafe, and she will let you boys eat there anytime. If you can't pay, she will have Rocco pay."
"I can't have you do that, I don't deserve it."
"Cole, you don't deserve the life you've been handed. I've been lucky, and I'm going to pay it forward. That means, I'm going to help you, and I don't expect anything in return."
We carry the shopping bags to the car. When he opens the trunk, he places two bags inside that I hadn't seen before. One had a helmet and pads; the other was huge. It has a real Van's skateboard in it. "Uncle, I can't pay for that; it would take me years of tricks to pay for that." He looks at me and just smiles. "Nonsense, kiddo, Rocco is paying for it."
Wow. We leave the stuff in the car and go back in the store. This time, we go to a very trendy store that has all kinds of surf and skate clothing. He picks out a few pairs of shorts for me to try. "What do you think of these?"
"These are awesome. I've always wanted some like these." After I try them on, he has the clerk find every color of those shorts in my size. I think we bought 10 pairs of shorts. He also gets me some sunglasses and another hat from Volcom. After all that, we put the bags in the trunk, and he says, "Just one more stop."
I'm not sure he's going to like the next stop. I hope I'm not overstepping, but this kid needs his mop cut. He would be so cute if he would only show off those beautiful eyes. "How about a nice haircut? I think you would look so cute and sexy if we trimmed it up a bit."
I can see he isn't so sure.
"You can pick out your cut, they have a bunch of magazines and pictures. You can have whatever you want or not at all."
Quietly, he responds, "Sure, I think I know what cut I want."
We get to my barber, and when we walk in, he is surprised I brought in a boy. "Who do we have here, Danny boy?"
"This is my nephew, Cole. Let him have his hair any way he wants it."
"Sure thing." They head off to the back while I go out to the car to grab something.
After about twenty minutes, they return. Cole looks as handsome as ever. He could be a little pop star. I brought in a nice blue tee, new shorts and a pair of boxer briefs we had bought at the mall.
"Here, kiddo, put these on. The bathroom is in the back."
He runs back as I pay the bill. When he comes out, he is holding his old clothes.
"Do you like those old clothes?"
"No, they were out of the lost and found at the church." He says.
"Then toss them."
His face lights up, "Really?"
"Yes, go ahead. There's the trash."
He gleefully throws the old rags out.
"Time for lunch, let's go to, oh, I don't know, how about Mac's diner?"
"The one by the Karate place? I like their food, but I hardly ever get to go there."
"Then Mac's it is." We head over there and have a nice lunch. While we are there a dad comes in with his son and a friend. It's cute seeing the boys and how much they love being with their dad. If I didn't know any better, I would guess that they were very close, if you know what I mean. You could tell they have something special. The boys are in karate outfits. They are really silky, which shows off their bodies. His friend is sitting where I can see the outline of his boy bits. I have to be careful not to stare, besides, I have the cutest boy in town with me. The little one catches me looking at him, and then his eyes dart to Cole. I could see he was checking out Cole like I was checking him out. Hmm, no, Dan, stop thinking like that. Besides, you don't want Cole for the sex. Really, you don't.
After lunch, I ask where to take him to go home. I stuffed $500 into his shorts pocket and made sure the bags were tied so nothing would fall out, but as we stop, he opens them up and takes out a couple of shirts, one pair of shorts, and a pack of underwear.
"Uncle, can you keep these for me until next time?" I ask, knowing that would get him to come back. I really want the clothes, but I also need the money. I guess he could just take the stuff back to the store, but I knew he would be back. He grabs a hat and puts it on my head, then hands me my sunglasses and tells me that he will meet me here again on Wednesday. I smile and trot off to the factory. I can't wait for Wednesday.
The other boys were all out working, so I was in the factory alone. Andrew came in while I was laying there with my new clothes.
"Hey, Cole. Nice clothes. You get a good trick today?" Cole just smiles. He isn't too talkative. "Have you seen Ricky? He wanted to talk to me about a date on Wednesday."
Cole just shook his head. He's a funny kid, I wish he would talk more, but apparently he was traumatized when he was little. It's probably why he doesn't get too many dates. I'm glad he got some new clothes and seems happy.
"Oh, Andrew, my date told me that the bitch at the cafe will let us eat there now, even if we have no money."
"Wow, cool, I wonder what happened?"
"Uncle Dan told Rocco to make it happen. We won't get chased out of the laundromat again either."
"Thanks, that's great!" Wow, I don't know what happened, but his date must be connected. I asked about "Uncle Dan" but Cole didn't want to talk anymore, so I just went to my room to chill.
Finally, Wednesday came around. Uncle Dan will be waiting for me. This will be nice. He said we would go to get dinner and a movie, I'm so excited. I haven't been to a movie in a very long time, and I don't think he's going to be rough with me, but if he wants to fuck me, I'll let him, even though it might hurt a bit. He's pretty big.
Ricky and I have a date tonight. It's one of his regulars, but he says the guy can get kinky. He's got a big Mercedes and lives in the hills. I'm scared and kind of excited. Ricky told me about some of the kinky things these guys do with him, and it sounds fun, but something in the back of my mind is just telling me not to go, but I promised Ricky I'd go. Besides, the drug dealers downstairs are being noisy tonight.
"Cole, are you ready to go to WalMart?" I ask as Ricky and I are leaving. He grabs his things and follows us out.
Tonight I am going to spend the night again with Uncle Dan. Here he comes, and awesome, he has a brand new car!
"Hi Uncle!" I call to him and wave as he drives up in a brand new Corvette. "I love the car, Uncle!"
"Hop in, kid!"
I jump in the car, and before I can buckle my seatbelt, we are flying out of the Walmart parking lot.
"Where are we going for dinner tonight?"
"How do you feel about McDonald's?"
"I love McDonald's, Uncle." Frankly, anything to eat is good to me. We don't get to eat much living at the factory. There's not a lot we can get, and up until Uncle Dan fixed the issue at the cafe across the street, we couldn't even go there if we paid. Sometimes I walk downtown to Mac's and eat there, or eat at the McDonalds inside WalMart.
We get to McDonald's, and he holds my hand as we walk in. He takes me to a booth and sits me down. Uncle goes up to order for us. He comes back to the table with a Big Mac meal for him and three happy meals for me. "I didn't know which one you wanted; besides, I figured you may like the toys, so eat what you want."
There was a cheeseburger, a fish filet, and nuggets. I dump them all out on the tray, and remembering how much he enjoyed feeding me the steak, I have to be his little boy, so between bites, I play with the super hero toys. I also play airplane with the nuggets as I dip them in sauce and fly them into my mouth. I keep trying to get him to feed them to me, but he's not getting the hint.
"What can I get you to drink?" Uncle asks me.
"Fanta, please!"
So Uncle goes over to fill the little cups that came with the happy meal with Fanta. I knew if I drink them all, I'd need to pee at the movie; maybe that's what Uncle wants?
I am so excited for my date tonight with Cole. He's such a cute boy with a nice, tight ass and the most perfect attitude. I can tell he's had a shitty life, and I really don't want to hurt him; I just want to love him. If I could have Cole live with me, I would, but I just don't know how I could pull it off. People would ask questions and what about school. I know the boy barely gets any food. He's told me he goes days without eating. His body is ultra-lean, almost to the point of being too lean. I catch myself treating him like he's younger than he is, and he seems to love to playing along, or is he acting? I hope he really does like it.
I pull up and his eyes bug out at the sight of the new car. "Hop in buddy, let's get off to dinner."
"I love the car!" he says, jumping in the front seat.
"Where are we going for dinner tonight?"
"How do you feel about McDonald's?"
"I love McDonald's, Uncle."
When we get to McDonald's, I buy him a ton of food, even though I know he would be happy with just one meal. He's probably too old for the happy meals, but he plays along and makes me happy. He tries to hide the fact that he is eating it all by playing airplane with his food. I want to reach over and fly a nugget into his mouth, but I'm self conscious here in public. His antics are very cute.
"Come on, Cole, let's get to the movie. We need to get you some treats before the show starts." I grab his hand as we leave McDonalds and go out to my car. I think Cole likes the new Vette. I'm a little young for a mid-life crisis car, but I can afford it. I think that's why most younger guys don't get a hot sports car, they can't afford them. We get to the movies. This time, Cole grabs my hand as we walk to the ticket counter.
"One adult and one child." I say to the cashier: She hands me the tickets, and we move to the concession stand.
"What does my boy want tonight?" I don't really let him speak. I know he likes Fanta, although I can't quite figure out why, but I order a large Fanta, a large popcorn with extra butter, then an assortment of candies. "Is there any candy I didn't get that you want?"
He meekly replies, "I like Reeses, if that's okay."
I have the cashier add a couple of bags of mini Reese's Cups. Honestly, I want the boy to have snacks to take home. So sue me, if it's not the most healthy thing. He's a kid, and kids need candy. I shouldn't be falling for this boy. He's used to just being a fucktoy, but that's not what he is to me. I have to figure out how to do more.
We had a good time at the movie. After, we go to Uncle's house, and I get to shower and cuddle with him through the night. I want to play with him, but he keeps telling me he doesn't need that. I know he does, cause his cock gets so hard. He lets me touch it and stroke it, but he tells me not to suck him off like last time. I'm a bit confused. Why does he like me if it's not for sex?
"Uncle?"
"Yes."
"Do you not like me?"
"Why do you say that, Cole? I love you, kid."
He said he loves me? Nobody has ever said that to me, not even my mom. Before I knew it, I can't speak. I feel the wetness running down my cheeks as I just sit there; Uncle spoons me until I am able to talk again.
"Nobody has ever said they loved me, Uncle. I think I love you too. I really like coming here, and you are so nice to me. How do I know if I love you?"
He hugs me tighter, and I'm not sure, but I think he sheds a tear too. I felt something wet run down into my ear canal. It tickles, and I shake my head like a cat when you blow in its ear. This makes Uncle laugh. I think that really helps us both, because then he starts to tickle me. I am laughing like crazy, something I haven't done in, well, I don't remember the last time I laughed. Not even at the movies.
"Stop, Uncle, I'm gonna pee!" He whispers, "I don't care, I want my boy to be happy!"
"I won't be happy if I pee. We don't want a wet bed!"
He stops. Rolls me over and kisses me for the first time on the lips. I mean, really kisses me. His tongue presses into my lips and parts them. I push back, welcoming his tongue as I put mine in his mouth. I'm sure my mouth tastes like Skittles, but he seems to like it.
We giggle, kiss, touch, and play until we both fall asleep. It is nice to finally have a John who doesn't need sex. I mean, I really do like sex, unless it hurts, but this is so much better.
When morning comes, I hop out of bed to drain my morning wood. Uncle comes in behind me and does the same. We giggle as we cross streams.
"Morning, Uncle!" I look up, and he is smiling already. "Morning, Cole, my amazing boy."
"Uncle, can you call me son, please?" He didn't skip a beat. "Of course, son."
We dress and go out to the kitchen to get breakfast. Uncle Dan must have read my mind, because he had Cinnamon Toast Crunch squares. He even made me toast and orange juice. It is nice having breakfast. Living on the streets, you don't get breakfast, ever. That's one nice thing about an overnight; they usually feed you.
Damnit, this kid. I've only been with him twice, and he's stolen my heart. I can't leave him on the streets, but I can't leave him here today. Crap, well, he's been okay so far, I need to promise him that I will see him again, and soon. "Son, I need to take you back, but how about you come see me this weekend. We can spend the entire weekend together."
I know it's not much time, but I figure I can come up with a reason to keep him, and nobody will care over the weekend.
"I need to get to work, so grab what you need until Friday night, and I'll take you back."
He is very agreeable, and all smiles. He grabs a shopping bag and puts in a clean t-shirt. He said he has enough underwear where he stays, so we head out.
The drive to WalMart is about twenty minutes, but today there's a ton of traffic. Apparently something is going on in the old warehouse district. I pull into Walmart and want so badly to kiss Cole, but he has a panicked look on his face. Then he bolts. "See you Saturday!" I yell after him, but he is running at full speed down the alley. Shit. I hope he's okay. Obviously, something spooked him.
When I get to work, my assistant has the TV in my office on the local news. Apparently there is a warehouse fire that started last night, and it is bad. Some kids were inside and had to be rescued. A firefighter was hurt and there is still smoke and flame coming from the rubble. They found a couple of dead bodies and were trying to identify them. I had to wonder, was that where Cole lives?
"Clear my calendar, Brenda, I have an emergency."
"Sure, but Rocco said he really needed to talk to you. He said it was an emergency."
"Fine, I'll call him on my way, but I'm headed over to his place."
I am pressing the elevator button impatiently and decide to run down the stairs. I'm only on the third floor of our small office building. I run to my car and rush over toward the laundromat. On the way over, I get stopped by the biggest asshole cop in town. "Oh hi Victor, I have a business over by the fire, and my manager called telling me it's an emergency to get over there."
"Dan, you were doing one hundred twenty in a forty zone. You know I'm not going to let it go. I should impound your car and lock you up. You were on your phone too."
"Victor, I know we've had our past, but you don't understand, there's a boy that has been hurt, and my manager says he won't go see the medics. The boy is asking for me."
"Who is the boy?"
Oh shit, um, quick Dan, how do you explain this. "My employee said his name was Cole and that he wanted to talk to the owner."
"You said Cole? Ok, well, be safe and don't speed on your way over."
"Thank you, Victor."
What the hell? Victor just let me go. With our history, I find it strange that he didn't argue or want to harass me. I drive carefully the rest of the way. I have to work my way around the back to get to the laundromat because of the fire and the rescue work. I go to the back to find Rocco. He gestures to the back corner, where Cole is curled up in a ball, rocking and sobbing.
"Hey." I say gently to him as I walk back and sit next to him. "Talk to me, buddy." He just keeps rocking and crying.
When Uncle drops me off at Walmart I see smoke coming from our building, or at least where our building used to be. It's gone. Everyone is gone. They told me that two boys were hurt really bad, but there were no other boys found. I knew they had to have been inside and are probably dead. It's a risk we take being on the street. We know we are just throw away kids. I work my way around to the laundromat. I know Rocco works for Uncle, but I wasn't sure if I could find him. When I get to the laundromat he has the door to the alley open but the front is all blocked off with fire trucks and ambulances. They have been working all night on the fire but don't think there would be anyone found alive now. I can't find my friends.
"Rocco?"
"Yeah, kid. What do you want."
"Have you seen my friends?"
"Hey, ain't you one of them kids that got me in trouble? Fuck, kid, I wish you had been in the building when it blew up. I might lose my job over what you said."
"I'm sorry, but Dan saw me at WalMart and asked me why I was in shitty clothes. I told him what happened. I didn't know he was your boss."
"Is he fucking you? I know what you boys do."
His accusations knock me off guard. "No! He never touched me." I lie. "He just asked why I was begging for money." I hope that keeps Dan out of trouble.
"Have you seen my friends?"
"Kid, two of them were blown to smithereens. There are two dead inside, and I ain't seen no one else."
What am I going to do? I don't have anywhere to live now. My friends are all dead. I wander to the back, sit on the bench, and pull my feet up, rocking as tears run down and make wet circles on my new shorts. I try to figure out my next move. I have enough money for a little while, and Uncle said he wanted to see me on Saturday. Maybe he will help.
Just then, Dan magically appears. I hear him talking to me, but I can't understand a word. My head is spinning. He puts his arm around me, but I still feel sick, and I no longer hear his voice. My vision is getting dim, and now I can't see anything. I can tell he is trying to hold me and comfort me as I am passing out. Suddenly, the cinnamon toast crunch, toast, and juice launch across Uncle's nice suit. I regain my vision but am so embarrassed that I jump up and run as fast as I can. Thankfully, I know how to dodge a mean John or that asshole cop, Victor, so I am able to go find a hiding place before Uncle can find me and beat me. I'm sure he is mad at me now that I barfed on him.
Cole pukes on me while I was trying to comfort him. I didn't give a shit. The boy needs someone, but he jumps up and runs off. I run after him after pulling off my coat, thinking that kid can't outrun me, but I can't find him. I run back to the laundry and grab Rocco.
"Lock up. You and I are going to find Cole. No ifs, ands, or buts, we will search until he's found. He couldn't have gone far."
"Yessir!"
Rocco locks the door, and we both go off on foot in different directions. I check alleys, trash cans, and back doors to see if he got in somewhere. I run across an older lady who is crying while looking at the burned out mess.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry to bug you, but I'm looking for a boy."
She takes her purse and smacks me on the head. "You're one of those perverts that uses boys, aren't you?"
"No, ma'am. I'm looking for Cole. I have a bunch of clothes for him, but he ran away. I think his friends were in that building. I was talking to him, and he got sick and ran away."
"Listen, mister, I know those boys, all six of them. I know they have to do bad things to survive, but I can't help them other than bring them cookies and listen. You say you just have clothes for him? You aren't after him for sex?"
"Ma'am, trust me, I don't want him for sex. I just want to make sure he's okay."
"His friends are dead."
"I heard two of them were taken to the hospital. You haven't seen Cole?"
"No. I have to go." She takes off and walks to her old Cadillac and drives off toward the hospital.
I keep searching for Cole until Rocco and I met up.
"No sign, we are going to have to expand our search. You and I are the only ones that know what he looks like, so you will keep looking until we find him. That's your new job. The laundry is closed until further notice."
I thought maybe he would be at Walmart on Friday night. I drive over, and one of the other boys he was hanging out with runs up to my car. "Hey mister, can I come with you?"
"No, son, where's Cole?"
"We ain't seen him since before the splosion. We think he's dead inside. I can make you happy, mister."
"Cole wasn't in the building, he was with me. And no, I don't need you to make me happy." I just drive off.
As I drive away, I wonder if I should help that boy or the others. They are hustling on the street like Cole was, but I can't save every kid. My mind can only focus on Cole. I'll figure out some way to help the other boys once I have found him. Shit. I need Cole. The way he was so shy in approaching me and wasn't aggressively soliciting for sex told me that he really was reaching out for help. He stole my heart. I don't want him for sex; I just want the son I never had.
Fuck. I've really messed this up. Where could he have gone? I'm out of ideas. Maybe I should just drop it.
For the next few weeks, I work only as much as I need to. Thankfully, my capitans were loyal and capable men. They know not to cross me, and they keep things afloat. I am a mess. This little boy did something to me. I've stopped shaving, and I don't give a shit about my appearance. I drive day and night looking for Cole.
Around the fourth week, one of my guys approaches me.
"Danny, the captains are talking. You need to snap out of this, or they're going to take over the business. You don't want that, but you're going to lose your loyal men if you don't watch out."
"I know, but that boy... he needs help."
"Boss, he's gone. Just face it. "You've gotta move on."
He is right. I'm so messed up to let a kid ruin my enterprise and life. I drive the BMW over to my friend Mark's place. I pop the trunk and pull out my weapons.
"Hey Mark, I need to let off some steam."
"Come on back." We walk back to where the shooting range is set up. There are a number of metal targets that spin, some metal barrels, and even some old car parts. I load a magazine into my weapon and unload it at the targets. "Bam, bam, bam, bam" over and over and over. I dropped the magazine and loaded another and another. Mark had to come and tell me to stop since my gun was smoking and it was too hot. I set it down and just begin to cry.
Mark asks me, "What's going on? I've never seen you so upset."
"I met a boy that needed help. I should have brought him to you, but I thought I could help him. I fucked up Mark, I really fucked up."
"How, what happened?"
"I bought him clothes, I fed him, I dropped him off, and I told him I'd come take him to my house that weekend, but, shit. The fire, his friends, he, fuck. I don't know." I can't talk anymore. Tears welled up, and I am having trouble catching my breath. Mark just rests his hand on my shoulder.
"Wait, the fire? My son rescued a boy who was hurt; was he in the building?"
"No, you see, that's the thing. The fire was out when I dropped him off. I didn't know he was living there. He went to the laundromat I own, and my guy called me, but when I got there, the kid ran off. I've been looking for him for weeks."
"Calm down. I think I can help you. You're never going to believe this, but my son took in the boy he rescued. The other boy they got out was hurt really bad and is going to be in the hospital for quite some time. He was raped pretty badly."
"But Cole wasn't in the building, and he was most certainly not raped."
"Cole? About 12? Blonde hair, blue eyes?"
"What? Yeah. How?"
"Andrew, the boy Ethan saved, knew them all and brought them to the foundation. They stayed for a couple of days. One of them we reconnected with his parents. The other three left on their own. They stay behind WalMart from what I understand."
"I didn't even think to go back there after the others told me they hadn't seen him. Thanks, Mark, I'm going to go find him."
"Be careful. Don't do anything stupid."
"I won't. And thanks for letting me let off some steam."
It is mid day, but I drive over to WalMart and just sit there. About dusk, the boys emerge from the shadows. Fuck, if it wasn't Cole. He looks like shit. The shirt I bought him is ripped, his hair has grown out, he looks so sad. I'm sure he wasn't getting any jobs and that he is probably out of money.
"Cole!" He looks up and freaks out. "Please, don't run." I scream. He freezes a safe distance from me. It seems like forever. Then he runs. He runs as fast as he can toward my car. He nearly gets run over in the parking lot.
I get out of the car. As he gets close to me, he jumps. I catch my boy and hug him so tight.
"I'm so sorry, Uncle. I didn't mean to barf on you."
"It's okay, son. I love you. Get in and we can go home."
"Home?"
"Yes, home. Would you like to live with me?"
He leans over and hugs me. "Yes, yes!" I have to pry his arms from around me so we can drive to my place, and he immediately makes himself at home. He runs to the shower, calling for me to come in and wash him. He really is dirty. He says they were sleeping in the dumpsters after the last trash is dumped at Walmart to keep out of the wind. He smells like it.
I hop in the shower and clean "MY" boy. Yes, he is mine, all mine. Shampoo, soap, a little play with his cock and we go out to the bed. I cuddle my boy. We skip dinner, although he is probably starving.
Life is going to be good.
My assistant knew someone who knew someone. Shortly after I found Cole, he is officially my son. The birth certificate is perfect, nothing is out of place. His medical history is almost too perfect, but it would get him enrolled in school. It's nice to know people with connections. Yeah, I know, it's not fair, but who's gonna fuck with me? As far as I see it, nobody got hurt. Cole has a new life, a court clerk got a new car, a judge got a vacation home, a doctor got a new yacht, the DNA lab tech paid off her student loans; and I got my son, yes, my son.
It's been a few months since our story ended. Cole is doing great in school. He caught up quickly with his classes. Of course, it may have helped that I enrolled him in a private academy and he had his own set of tutors.
His past was exactly that. He had become a happy, outgoing boy who didn't think about the three years he spent on the streets selling himself, until the day we saw the news. They found a boy, dead, in a dumpster behind WalMart. Apparently, he had been sexually abused and hurt. One of the dead boys' friends alerted the Walmart staff that his friend was dead in the dumpster. Preliminary information pointed to the fact that the boy was raped and tortured. Police were looking into surveillance video to see who might have dropped the boy off. The friend is being sought out for information. A picture of the boy who reported the death was posted, asking anyone with information to call the police. They did not release information about the dead boy. Cole told me that the boy in the photo was Zach and that the dead boy had to be Justin.
He cried, knowing his friend was hurt and that it could have been him. It took us a while to get the happy Cole back, but we did. It changed both of us and our resolve to do more. Cole will probably inherit my company at some point, and I want to make sure he has his priorities set and that we do our best as philanthropists to help children.
It may have been when he regained his composure and said to me, "Dad, we knew we were dumpster kids. If one of your Johns went too far and you were hurt or died while they had you, you would end up in a dumpster. They usually burned the dumpster, hoping to destroy any evidence. These men don't want to go to jail. I'm so lucky to have found you. Thank you for being my Dad."
I simply responded, "I love you, Cole, I don't want you to ever worry. I will never hurt you or let you be hurt." And yes, I'm dad now, not uncle. "We are going to help as many kids as we can."
Zach was never found. It was later revealed that it was Justin who was found dead. We never found Zach. I hope that he survived and is doing well, but the odds are, shit, not good.
Victor, the cop, was arrested and sent to jail for what he did to boys, including Andrew, the boy Ethan took in.
We just donated one million dollars to Mark's foundation in Justin's name and made a pledge to set up an endowment in Cole's name that would fund the Lincoln Thomas Foundation for years to come. I know they do good work and hope that they will save more kids from life on the street and abuse.
I also put in place the funding to build a lodge at Grizzly Valley Ranch, for the shelter to use to raise funds for helping kids or to house them in emergency situations. It's going to take some years for the approvals, but I will make sure it's completed.
You're probably wondering what I do for a living. Well, you know I own a laundromat, but if I told you what I really do, I'd have to shoot you. I've always wanted to say that!
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