Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 04:44:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Jay Lowe <cjayrite@yahoo.com>
Subject: Causeway   chp 20

    Charlie and I walked over to the French Market,(as the large open air
shopping area was called),and he selected our food for the next day,as
became our routine for the months to come.We wandered over to Jackson
Square,and watched Bo working on his painting,surounded by
tourists,amazed at to Bo's skill.Charlie just mentioned that although Bo
was very wealthy,he could live his same lifstyle from the sale of his
Art.That one painting could sell in the many thousends of dollers.I
thought he was kidding,but later saw Bo's work mentioned in
newspapers,and magazines,and saw several in the big local Museum of Art.
       We continued our tour that day for an hour,or two.returning by way
of the Market,to pick up our earlier purchases,and returned to what
became my home for the next year and a half.During that wonderful
,eventful time I saw,and did so mamy great interesting things it is hard
to recall all of them.Bo and Charlie had conections at every level of
society,and knew,or were known by,people from the highest to (believe
me)the very lowest.
     Early on Charlie somehow got me papers that showed I was his nephew
by way of his deceased sister and brother-in -law,and that he was my
legal gardian.It was arranged that I would be Home-school/tutored by
guess who.And schooled I was!
     Bo was the last liveing member of a family that went back to the
very earliest history of New Orleans,and before that to France.I came to
realize he was very wealthy,and well known.Charlie was something of a
mystery to me then,(and now).He was much,much more than a paid
companion.or cook,or gardner,or bodyguard,but,all of those too.From time
to time he would be gone for a day,or a week,then return,and pick up
right where he left off without missing a beat.It had been bred into me
to never ask personal questions,and that seemed to work quite well in
this house too.
    There was sex,and more sex,when ever I wanted it,but never,if I
wasn't in the mood.(Very,very seldom that I wasn't up,and ready).Often
the three of us at once,but whoever might be randy would just reach out
to the nearest partner,and was never refused.nor was there ever any
jelousey.Just a stiff cock to put wherever you wanted it.
    As the weeks went by,I was shown more of the night (and day) life of
a town that never said 'NO!' to anything.We went to resturants where
there was food served for hours,and that was lunch!One of my favorite
places was a very private evening place serving only the best food,and
wine by young,handsome,naked waiters,with black bow ties worn at the
neck,and on the cock.The ties must have acted like a cock-ring,because
they were always at least half-hard.It made for really interesting
dining.As long as I was with Bo,and/or Charlie,no one ever questioned by
age,or my right to be there.
   Eventually,I would wander around town,and do some of the shoping by
myself.Only once was I bothered(by a rather drunk tourist,who offered me
$5.00 to give him a blowjob).Before I could even say ,"No!',a cop stepped
up to him,and walked him away from me,with a wink,and a smile.I saw the
patrolman later,and thanked him,but,he shrugged it off,saying,"We take
care of our own here".I began to realize just how powerful my friends
were.
   Bo would nearly every day be at the square painting if the weather was
good,and I always stopped,and watched for awhile.He generally skeched,or
painted the scenes
 in the square.and the people there.The variety of people was
astounding.Lots of local hustlers,jugglers,other painters,pickpockets
working the tourists,guys and girls making music,and just a little of
everything.And this was just in the French Quarter.The rest of the huge
city was great too,altho a little less obvious,unless you knew where,and
who.
  I got to know some of the regular guys,and girls that hung around the
Quarter on a regular basis.Most had a hustle of one sort or
another.Sex,drugs,scams,nearly all selling something.I had all the money
I wanted,without ever asking for any,but I didn't really need much.I
never touched drugs,(except a little grass at the house),and Bo bought me
all the clothes I needed,and more.
   I met a couple guys about my age I called
the Twins.Both the same hight,build,
weight,and even looked like brothers.One was white,and the other
black.Well,sort of a deep tan.If you saw one,you saw the other.At first
we just nodded in passing,then said like "morning",and eventually we
talked a bit about nothing much.They told be they lived on their own,in a
room just off the quarter,and got by the best they could.At their age
they couldn't get a good paying job,so they said they made do .I didn't
ask for more details,and I guess that impressed them that I was OK,so we
became sort of friends.
    They did ask if I lived with my parents,and I told the"No,With my
Uncle Charlie,and his friend,Bo,the painter."That gave them a start,and
Billy said I was one lucky dude.I told him ,"No.One lucky Duke,"and that
cracked the both of them up.They relaxed around me a little more,and we
wandered over to the Market for coffee and beignets,(a kind of powdered
morning roll),on me.We went over and sat on the quay alongside the
Mississippi river,,just kind of chillin' out.
   Around noon,Tommy mentioned they better get to working if they
expected to eat tonight,and they headed up toward Bourbon Street.Later on
when I wandered up that way I saw them outside one of the gay(what else)
bars on lower Bourbon talking to an older guy.Soon Tommy(the black
kid)went off with tke guy,and Billy(white one) turned,and started down
the street toward me,stopping when he saw me,and turning a little red,but
recovering himself,came on toward me.
    "I guess now you figured out what we do"He muttered,and started past
me.I grabbed his arm,and told him his business was his,and none of mine.
    He looked at me for a second,then nodded."You may not know what its
like to be on you own,but its not easy.You do whatever you have to to
servive".
    I looked him in the eye,and reply'd,"The hell I dont know what your
talking about.I've been there,done that".
   Billy looked a little shocked and said,"I thought you have a rich
uncle."
   "I do,sort of,"I mumbled,"I'll explain it to you sometime.In the
meantime nothing you,and Tommy do bothers me one bit." I added,"How long
will Tommy be gone?Any Idea"?
   "Not long.This old guy is a regular,and just wants to blow Tommy,and
split.Probably won't be 10 minutes"
    "Hell,thats no fun at all,is it"?
    Billy gave me another look,and asked,"You know about blowjobs,and
stuff"?
    "Sure,especially 'stuff'',I laughed.
   About this time Tommy came around the cornor,and did a sort of double
take when he saw who Billy was with,but kept on coming,and said,"Hi".And
raised an eyebrow at Billy.
    Billy said,"Everything is cool.Relax".
    Tommy said he was going to head over to their pad,and stash
the money,since he didn't like to carry any when they were working the
streets.I said I would walk over with them,and wait outside,then we
could hang out for awhile if they wanted to.That was OK with the both of
them,so,we walked the few blocks to their place in a kind of rundown old
house.I waited outside,while Tommy ran in,and was back out
quickly,saying,"Why not come on in,and have a beer,or a coke"?That
sounded OK with me,and Billy nodded,so we went in,and climbed two flights
of stairs to a room that was small,but,suprisingly
neat.It had a little reefer,a bed,small TV,and a chest of drawers,along
with one chair.
   The guys,and I opted for cold cokes,and as the guest of honor,I got
the chair,while the Twins flopped on the bed.It was barely big enough for
the two of them,but,they didn't seem to mind too much.
    Laying there they looked like a pair of bookends.They were both
slighly older,and bigger than me,but not much.They were also cute'r than
heck,and I was geting a boner just looking at them.Suddenly the two of
them grinned at the same time,and Tommy asked me,"You want a freebie"?
  I smiled,and nodded my head.Both of them got up,and took the two steps
nesessary
to get over to me.Tommy kissed me on the lips gently,working his tounge
into my eager mouth quickly.while Billy unbuttond my shirt,and unzipped
my shorts.Tommy sliped my shirt off,and moved his hot lips down to my
hard nipples,as Tommy pulled my lower clothes off,along with my shoes,and
socks.Just that quickly I was stark naked,and being caressed by two
lovely guys that certainly knew what they were doing.
   Tommy continued to kiss,suck,and nip on my nipples,whle cupping my
balls in his right hand,and gently rolling them in their sack.At the same
time Billy slipped his mouth over my rockhard prick,and began to suck
like a vacum cleaner.All i could do was bend foreward enough to kiss the
back of Tommy'sneck,and feel his nice sized cock through his jeans.Even
tho I had came twice earlier with Bo,and then Charlie,I was ready to
shoot very quickly.As I stiffend,and spasem'd,shooting into Billy's
mouth.I all but collasped in the chair.Billy sucked,and licked me
clean,and Tommy kissed his way back up to my lips.Talk about great!
   When I could move,I stood up,and put an arm around each of my new
friends,kissing each deeply,then one at a time stripping them down to
bare,smooth skin,and pushed both down on the bed,where I Took tommys 6''
in my mouth,and Billys 6",in my hand,gently leading it to my waiting
asshole.He got the idea quickly,and mounted me,sliping in without a
problem,and a big sigh.We soon matched rythems,and as I sucked
Tommy,Billy fucked me,and I had,once again, the best of both worlds.

If you'r 18 years old,what do you think?If you'r not 18,what are you
doing here?

           Jay