Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2017 17:45:54 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: How I Paid For My Computer

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It was the middle of 1995 when I turned 15. I was a pretty poor kid, and
there was a lot that I wanted. My clothes were often second hand, and it
was a rare occasion that we got to go to places like 'McDonalds' or even
order a pizza. Mom worked as much as she could, but there was a long
history of medical issues, and she had compensated for all the back pain
and depression with alcohol. Beer. At the bar she worked at. It was often I
was home alone most of the evenings after school, and it was even more
common not to see Mom until her day off when she would wake up hung-over.

But it was ok. I mean, we always had mac-n-cheese, spaghetti, and other
'easy' foods in the house. So, even if it was the same foods over and over,
at least I didn't starve. Didn't really make me very popular though. Most
of Mom's money went to the bills, the food and the car (never could keep it
running). There wasn't much in the way of extra, for things like new
clothes, or sneakers.

Especially a computer. The Macintosh Classic had just dropped in price, and
there was a used computer store that had a great deal. For the low low
price of $600.00, I could get a full-blown Mac, with 4 Megabytes of RAM and
it came with a printer! But there was no way. I had tried to save for
months, and with all the odds-n-ends jobs I could get, I had only saved up
about $85.00. It was hopeless.

Until the day I met Colin. He was 19, and worked at the newspaper with
me. He did bundling, and I was just a delivery boy. I had about 15 houses
on my route, so I really didn't make a lot of money. I liked Colin. He was
tall and broad shouldered. He had fiery red hair, and deep green eyes. Now,
I didn't really think much about it, but I probably had a bit of a crush on
him. Most of the time, when I was alone at night, my mind would drift to
actors and actresses... imagining them naked and touching me, or whatever.

Anyway, Colin was out of high school, and he was going to college in a few
months. He would get to the bundling station every morning well before
dawn, and by the time me and the other kids showed up on bikes, he was
usually done and ready to hand out the papers. I was always the last route
to hand out, so he and I got to talking. On these hot mornings at the end
of the summer, he would often be shirtless and sweating by the time it was
my turn to load up my bike baskets. I must admit; I didn't mind the view -
he had abs, and a smile that was infectious, and even treated me like an
adult.

Most of all, I like that he would talk to me; he didn't judge my clothing
or my 15-year-old bike. He would just, you know, talk to me. And,
sometimes, he would talk about how his girl-of-the-week would stay over and
blow him before he goes to work, or how it's been 3 days since he busted a
nut... which I had come to understand what he meant, but was always too shy
to talk about myself. I would always get hard over it, and he would shoot
me a wink, knowing that all guys love sex talk. It was just cool.

Soon, the days got cooler, and a lot of the teens had to stop working the
paper routes. It was just getting too cold to be out in the dark, and
parents (not mine) were careful about that. Since I needed the money, I
kept working. Colin noticed, and even brought me one of his hoodies. It was
a nice one, not even used - he said he got it from the recruiters. When I
looked at the back, it said "ARMY". I was worried that he would be joining,
and he just laughed about it. He reminded me that he got a scholarship, and
that he was off to college, with all the 'snatch' he could get. I couldn't
help but blush.

Colin threw my bundle into the bike, then paused. "So, hey Dade... after
the delivery, why don't we hang out. It's not a school day, and I want to
talk to you about stuff."

I nodded, and he told me to meet him at the local diner around 10 am.
Breakfast was on him!

I raced through my route super-fast. I could usually get it done before
7am, but I wanted to have more time to shower and find some better
clothes. I don't know why; we've hung out before. The delivery guys and I
used to take our tip money and get ice cream with Colin and the other older
boys at least once a month; it was a great treat for me to be able to do
that.

This time felt different. Special. I wanted to look... better.

When I got home, a full shower with the real soap and shampoo. The good
stuff, not the government powder my Mom had me use. I combed my hair, and
brushed my teeth. My hair was blonde, and it was too long. Mom would
usually cut it for me, but hadn't gotten around to it. When it was wet, I
looked a bit like a girl, long and straight. My body, as far as I knew, was
developing normally. I had some arm pit hair, and I was even starting to
get a little stubble on the chin. Nothing to shave yet, but still there. I
had always been a naturally thin guy, and I am sure having the paper route
and only 2 meals a day usually helped. I dunno. I think I was cute. I'd
date me. I mean, the girls at school may only see a poor kid, but I knew I
was cute. Colin even called me that once. I remember blushing then, too.
"Hey kid," he said, "I bet you could get all the girls if you wanted.
You're kinda hot. The hair works for you."

I snapped back to reality when I heard the door creak open. My Mom's
'overnight' guest had woken up, and came into the bathroom to pee. No
knocking. Just come on in.

"Oh, hey little man, gotta piss." He leaned against the wall, pulling his
junk out and letting a stream into the toilet. He was almost naked, just in
boxers, his dick pulled through the fly. I looked him over. He was nice
looking; a tattoo on his heart and chest hair. His dick was bigger than
I've seen before. I don't think it was hard, but it was long.

He looked over, catching me looking at him from the mirror. "Ain't you
never seen your daddy's dick before son? Don't worry, you'll probably get
one almost as big as this!" He laughed as he wiggled the last drops out. He
had missed the toilet part of the time, and there was urine on the floor.
He didn't bother to wash his hands or clean anything. He just tossed by
hair, spit into the toilet, and flushed. I heard the door close to Mom's
room, and the bed squeak. They were back to sleep in minutes, and I
finished getting ready.

When I got to the diner, Colin was already there, coffee in hand. I plopped
in the seat across from him, and the waitress asked for my order. I asked
for water, since I was used to that, but Colin waved a hand. "He'll have
orange juice and coffee, like me."

I nodded to the lady, but gave Colin a funny look. "Told ya, I'm buying,
Dade."

I didn't like to feel poor around people; I didn't like them paying. I
scowled a bit. He saw it, and spoke up.

"Look, don't think of your pride, right now. Think of your stomach." He
smiled. "We're just two hungry dudes. I pay for my dates all the time, this
is no big deal."

I blinked. Dates? Was this... a date?

"And no, this isn't a date." he read my mind!

I sat up a bit straighter than usual, and I'm sure he could tell I was
confused. I've never been a big talker, and he knew that. I liked to
listen. There's so much to be learned from people out there, and I wanted
it all.

We ordered and ate, partially in silence. He would bring up a topic like
work or the diner decor, things like that, but I didn't really have much to
say on anything. I kinda wanted to know why we were here together, alone,
without the other teens.

We finished the last pancake, and he leaned back. "So, I suppose you want
to know why you're here."

"The thought had occurred to me." I retorted. This was not a time to be
silent.

He smiled, and leaned into the table a bit. With a lowered voice, he
started. "Dade, I want to tell you, well, ask you, something, but I want
you to be honest. Nothing you can say will change anything, but I need the
answer."

I looked at him funny, and leaned in to hear him. He had moved almost to a
whisper by this point.

"What is the question, Colin?" I whispered back.

He smiled, and sipped a bit of coffee. "Well, it's two parts. The first-"
he paused and added more sugar to the coffee. "Do you like boys or girls?"

I blinked. I knew what he meant. I didn't want to answer that. But. What
even was the answer? I thought about him. And the girls at school. And this
morning in the bathroom. And all the other times I would sneak peeks in the
locker room.

I felt my face get hot, but he was my friend. Almost, my best friend,
maybe.

"I..." I stammered. "I think... both? I mean, I think about, like, naked
dudes a lot... but I think girls would feel good. They are soft and
pretty..."

He leaned back in his booth and smiled. "Yeah, that's all true, isn't it?
Girls are soft. And guys, well, they are just kinda sexy..."

I blinked slowly. I don't know how, but time stood still. I wasn't sure,
but I think we just both admitted... that we like dudes?

"Next question," he said. "Have you ever... you know... done it with anyone
- girl or boy?"

I was frozen. I still hadn't recovered from the admission. I needed to
breathe. My hands went to the table and held tight. I mean, I haven't done
anything. Was he asking me to do something? Was I supposed to lie?

I just. Shook my head. No.

He smirked a bit, and then leaned into me again. "Good. I was kinda hoping
you'd say that."

I crunched my face a bit. I still didn't really know what was going on
here! He saw it, and lightened up a bit. He accepted coffee as the waitress
came by, and I did the same. When she had gone, he pulled in closer again,
and his freckled face narrowed. He looked at my hair, then my ears, then my
lips, before meeting my eyes.

"I'm gonna level with you here, but I need to know you'll keep it to
yourself." He looked over to see the waitress, against a counter, nose deep
in a crossword. I edged closer, now curious about what other secrets he had
in that gingery mop of his. I flipped my hair from my face with the flick
of the neck, and was within inches of his face. I could feel his breath and
heat from him against my face.

I nodded, his secrets would be safe with me. He looked into my eyes again,
and began.

"Dade, I think you're a lot like me. I see the way you look at things. The
way you look at me. I think you want to try things, explore things, right?"
He didn't wait for my answer. "But I know, also, that your Ma doesn't
really bring in a lot of money. I get it, I mean, my Dad works construction
like, all day, but yet, I'm going to college in the fall. Even with the
scholarship, that's a lot of money, right?"

I nodded. I didn't think about it before, but I did wonder how he made the
money that he did. There was his car, and his clothes, and all the books -
plus all the times he went out on dates and paid for dinners... I began to
think through it, but his hand came up to wave me back to focus.

I leaned back in. "See, it's easy. I got this job back a couple years ago,
at the grocery store, right? Well, this guy - like 45 years old, offers me
5 bucks to help him take a bag of groceries out to his car. I mean, sure,
old man Jones would make us do it for free, for the little old ladies and
stuff - but this guy offered it right off the bat."

He flipped more sugar in the cup, and bit off the last of the bacon on his
plate. "So, I get to the car, and he pulls out his wallet. Inside is like,
300 bucks! As he pulls out the 5, he flicks through the rest, and I can see
that he's showing off. I said something like 'win the lottery', or
something. He just shook his head."

This was getting interesting. I had to wonder who was the guy. How does
someone in this town carry that much cash on them?

"...And I had to wonder like, 'who carries this much cash around', right?
So, I asked him. I said, 'hey mister, thanks for the five - why do you
carry so much cash?' He looked up from his wad and was like, 'well, you
never know when you may need to repay a favor, or an errand. Valets,
grocery boys, etc.'"

"What happened next?" There was no denying it. This story had a twist, and
he was getting me curious.

Colin smiled, "Dude, so he says - get this - 'In fact, I could use some
help at my house; any chance you need to make $50?' I jumped at the
chance. He said his name was Mark, and that I should come by after work.
So, I did. And... I made $150!"

My jaw dropped. $150! How is that possible? "Geez Colin, did you have to
like clean his whole garage or something?"

Colin slapped the table and laughed. I cringed, and he flicked my shoulder.
He wasn't laughing at me, but he was amused.

"No, buddy. No." He paused. "But that's why I asked you if you like boys or
girls. See, Mark is kind of - well, he's a very private man. And, he has
some private stuff to deal with. He got me to help him, and he paid me to
not talk about it. I've helped him a few times, and some of his friends,
and they all pay me about $50 to $300 to help out. But now I'm off to
college, and they asked if I could find a new... helper."

"What?" my eyes bugged a bit. "That's so much money! What did you have to
do?"

Colin stopped talking and lifted the check, with a 20 bill on it. The
waitress promptly took it, and he waived her away. That was a $4 tip. Don't
think I didn't notice. He stood up and leaned to the table. "Finish your
food. I'm gonna hit the bathroom. If you want to know how this works, you
must promise me when I get back that you will never tell anyone what
happens from today on. Not your friends, or your Mom. No one. If you can do
that, then I'll take you to my house. If you can't, then you got a free
lunch from a friend. Be right back."

There was now a choice. I didn't know what the promise would be like, but I
did trust Colin. He had a lot of money from his chores, and I know how much
I could use it. A new pair of shoes. A trip to McDonalds once in a while.
Hell, maybe even a sort-of-new computer with a printer!

By the time Colin came out, I was standing. I was ready. Money was
important, and he was going to share with me how to get some.

His house wasn't far, and we got there pretty quick. I was anxious. We got
to his room, walking up the quiet staircase, past the darkened rooms. No
one was home.

His room was a normal guy's space. Posters on the wall, dirty socks in the
corner, a smell that was... only a smell that could come from a dude's
room. Almost like mine, but had way more stuff. His dresser was lined with
brand new CDs, and a stack of cassettes. He had a SONY boombox with dual
tapes and a digital display. He clearly had money!

He closed the door behind us and I watched him lean against it. The lock
turned and he flicked an eye loop lock on top. I sat on the bed, and he
turned to face me. "Don't be afraid, just don't want anyone to come in if
they come home. You ready?"

I gulped. Loudly. Then I nodded. Colin put on some music, low, and
slow. With his back to me, he pulled off his hoodie, twisting to me as he
did. I watched him, slowly and deliberately, take his undershirt off,
flexing his chest and arms, twisting his abs and torso. His shoes were
already off, and he swayed with the music. I watched his long fingers loop
into his jeans and pop every button, one by one. I was not supposed to look
at this, but I couldn't look away. My eyes were locked, and my own jeans
were tight. My body was screaming to be free, as my own cock was getting
harder by the second, but stuck in a chamber of fabric.

With his jeans still on, I could see a hint of purple - fabric of his
underwear. He slowly got to his knees, and crawled to me. I gasped as his
hands touched my legs, now tightly locked to the ground. I held my breath
as his hands slid between my thighs and reached up to the place only my
right hand was familiar. He smiled and met my eyes, my whole face on fire
with embarrassment and arousal.

"Dade, don't worry. You're supposed to be hard." He leaned forward, and I
pulled back. He leaned more, so his lips were at my ear. "This is supposed
to be hot, and sexy, and you are going to love it. Trust me. Just, try to
relax your brain, but keep that cock hard."

I swallowed hard, and my hands went back to support me, I was now leaning
back in the bed, and Colin's arms traced back to my jeans. With expert
precision, he had unbuttoned and unzipped me. my own shoes had been loose,
and he pulled them away with ease. His head nodded to lift up, and I felt
my hips involuntarily arching. IN a swoop, my jeans were on the floor, my
fully hard cock now free to point forward, poking a tent in my tighty
whities.

He stood up, reaching for his own jeans. Slowly, he fished his hands to
each side of his waistband, pulling down slowly. For the first time in my
life, a rock hard, 7" uncut penis slid out of hiding. I inhaled sharply; I
had seen penises before, clearly. But this was Colin's. It was hard. It was
surrounded by a thin layer of red hair, and freckles beneath it. My own
hand, with a mind of its own, reached to my dick over my underwear and
began to rub, very slowly.

Colin bent to step out of his jeans, and approached me. He gently took my
hand away from my cock, and pulled it to his own. In a heartbeat, I was
feeling the heat of this hard cock with stretchy uncut foreskin at my
fingertips. My body blushed from head to toe as my grasp took hold, and my
hand slid down. Colin, now looking down at his cock in my hand, groaned as
I began to stroke it up and down. He arched him hips, his own motion
sliding his dick from my hand, pulling away. I admit, I must have looked
like a hurt puppy when he pulled back, because Colin giggled.

There were no words being spoken. The soft music had been invisible to me
until this moment. He slid down the bed, to his knees, where my legs were
still half off the bed. In one last final swoop, he pulled at my own
underwear, exposing my own hard penis. I was circumcised, and I had been
leaking quite a bit of my own lube; he grasps the 5" with his long fingers,
his thumb grazing the wet tip. I gasped again, and my hips pushed hard up
towards him. I had never had another man touch me before, and I was
spinning.

He smiled and brought the wet thumb to his lips, licking the salty pre-cum
off of it. Now he sighed, a contentment in his eyes, and pushed his head
forward. Without a hint of what was to happen, it all happened at once. His
lips parted, and a hot wet tongue engulfed my penis. Without looking, he
grabbed my hands and pinned my wrists to the side; I felt a hot wet and
warm mouth slide down the length of my cock, and I couldn't help it. In an
instant, my body was convulsing, my hips were bucking, and my cock was
pushing up at his face. He took my twitching and held tight, his tongue
swirling around. It was all too much and I couldn't come to words. I
shuddered and let go. The orgasm hit me and I arched back completely. I
gasped in air faster than I could exhale. The wave of feeling as I pulsed
on his tongue, his throat. He took it all, not once letting my cock fall
from his lips.

It lasted about 30 seconds; the orgasm faded and he remained there. When he
lifted his head, his lips parted, and I could see that his mouth was
empty. He had swallowed me, and I couldn't believe the feeling. It was then
that he spoke.

"How did that feel?" He asked.

I was still panting a little. "Colin... that was... I've never..."

He interrupted. "That'll be $50 dollars, please. Cash or check?"

I blinked and looked at him. He lifted up off me, and his pants pulled up
once again. He stuffed his cock back into his tight jeans and spun around
for his shirt. Before I could even realize what he said, he was fully
dressed and plopped into the computer chair right next to us.

He leaned back and looked at me. "Cash or check?" was all I could ask.

He laughed. Then he jumped on the bed. "Come on, Dade! You can't be this
thick. Don't you get it?"

I slid down the bed, and pulled up on my underwear. Cash. or Check. $50.

He leaned over to me, and pulled me into him a bit. "That guy paid me $50
that day to do to me, what I just did to you. He took my junk in his mouth
and sucked my cum right out. Then, he asked if I would touch him while he
jerked it. Another $50. Then, when I took a shower, he offered me $50 to
take a single picture of my ass, not even my face."

He hugged me a bit, but I didn't move. He continued. "All you'd have to do
is take over for me. Do things... like this. They pay you. You don't say a
word to anyone, and they give you cash."

I got up to find my shirt. I dressed, in silence, as Colin stared at me. I
had to think. I mean, I wasn't dumb. He was telling me he was a hooker. But
really, was that so bad? Money, sex, no one has to know? Maybe I could
handle that.

Once I had got my jeans buttoned up, I turned to him. He was patient, but I
could tell he needed me to say something. It was a lot to understand, but I
think I knew what I wanted to ask.

"Colin," I asked. He didn't move. "How much money did you make? How many
people - guys - are there? And... What else do they ask you to do?"

He told me the truth, and I trusted he was being honest. In our town, he
had about 10 guys. They were even people we knew, so it was important to
keep secrets. He told me that each one gives about 50 bucks usually, and
that some of them don't want him to cum, so he can fit more guys per
week. At his best, he would make 300 a week. It was enough to pay for all
he had, and then some. It was then he had the last part of the situation.

"So, there's two things you need to know, before I can hand this thing
off." Colin sat up, next to me. "First, there are guys that like to
roleplay, call you 'son' and things like that. It's worth more if you play
along. Sometimes they like to spank you. You can say stop or no, and they
will... but then they may not call you back. Second, and more
important. Some of them like to fuck. They won't ask for it right away,
since you are new, but if they do, and if you're ready, then you have to
make sure you bring rubbers and lube. They will never have them, because
they can't hide them from their family. So, it is important that you are
the prepared one. I don't have to tell you, there are diseases out
there. You need to be safe for YOU first. 50 bucks isn't worth death, you
know?"

I nodded, then stood up. "I have to think about it."

"You have until tomorrow; I have to find someone, and if it isn't you, I
know another who would do it."

I scowled at the idea. I didn't want another teen seeing Colin like I just
did. That was my special time. I had to think quickly. "Ok, if I say yes. I
have a condition."

"...Ok."

My eyes filled with a bit of hope, and a bit of longing, before I spoke. "I
want you. Uhm. For Free."

The whole room boomed with laughter as he pulled me into his arms. "Dade,
oh boy." He kissed my forehead and pulled me tight. "Little man, you gotta
know. I've wanted you for a while. You are so fuckin' hot. Here's the
deal. I can't be your boyfriend or anything, but... I do like you. A
lot. And I will teach you. How to fuck. How to get fucked. How to swallow a
thick load. And, we'll always be buddies, ok?"

I leaned into him, and nodded my head. It wasn't perfect, but I had a
feeling it was going to be a fun road ahead.


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Colin left for school three days after my 16th birthday. That had given us
about a month of weeknight sleepovers. He told his parents that I was
paying to be tutored, and I told my Mom that I was always home, just out
late with buddies. She never knew.  In the weeks that passed, he taught me
how to be 'a good son' and 'a bad son'. I learned how to be ready for a
fucking, and how to go gentle with new bottoms. We taught each other how
good it felt to kiss, and how good it was to sleep together in the same
bed; but he was right. When the time came, we weren't boyfriends, or even
lovers. We had a job to do.

The first night with Mark was an introduction. Colin sat right next to
Mark, stroking his dick lightly, as I did a slow, soft music strip tease;
my own adolescent body arching to the music, and my cock hard already just
from the idea of seeing another man. I crawled over to the stranger, his
cock already out from Colin's caresses, and let my tongue slide down the
shaft. The minute my mouth covered his pre-cum slicked head, I heard the
familiar sound of gasping. Mark shot his load into my mouth, his own hips
arching to the feeling. Like my first time, his was equally quick.


On my 17th birthday, I had my computer. A brand new one, directly from
Apple. My Mom was continually surprised at how much our food budget was
stretching, and how the car had miraculously fixed itself. It no longer
knocked, it no longer leaked oil. I still worked at the newspaper, to make
sure no one knew where the money was really coming from, but I too was
looking at college. Colin had suggested I stick with the bundling side,
since there was so little to actually, do, and of course, there was always
a chance to meet my replacement.

That's when I met Aaron.


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