Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2021 09:55:02 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 14 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter Fourteen When he left, Wings gave most of the money they'd accumulated to Blue. They argued about it, briefly, but Wings wouldn't budge. He had a strong argument. Once he left with the people from Tulsa, he wouldn't need the money because they would pay for everything--food, housing, medicine. He insisted that Blue was the one who would need money, not him, so he refused to take it. Besides, he knew how the money had been made, and he wanted to leave that life completely behind him. It turned out to be a good thing, because the guy who owned the apartment wouldn't let Blue stay. Too young to be there alone, the guy claimed. So Blue had to find another place to stay. Having plenty of cash, he wasn't forced to sleep on the streets. Money talked. Temporarily. Until the manager of the cheap hotel became nervous and kicked him out. Then it was a strung-out woman who let him have a spare room in her house. As long as she was high, she didn't bother him, but then one day he found her going through his stuff, looking for money. He gave her enough to get her to leave, then gathered up his meager belongings and left. He continued working the streets, but he was more careful. He didn't have Wings to back him up, so he only took tricks from guys he knew and trusted. That worked out okay, until the cops came down hard on street hustlers. A bunch of the guys he knew were picked up and taken in. He was sitting in Taco Bell, eating nachos, when it went down. He saw the flashing lights and slipped out a back door and hid behind the restaurant. Fort Worth was beginning to suck. He made his way down to the truck stop, found a willing trucker, and worked out a deal for a ride to Wichita. *** Years passed. It was rough at first. He slept in an alley more than one night, and that sucked big time. Then he made his way to Tulsa, where things started to turn around for him. He was popular on the streets. Fifteen, with a man-sized dick on a kid's body, a great cock-sucker and willing to fuck too, but only with a condom. He made good money, enough to rent a spare bedroom in a run-down apartment on the east side of town. The owner of the apartment asked way more than it was worth, but he left Blue alone, and Blue made enough doing tricks to pay what the guy wanted and still sock a little away every week. Blue remembered what Wings told him about making your money and getting out. He was trying to do that, but it wasn't easy. He'd spent most of the money Wings gave him, but it was starting to build back up again, now that he had a stable place to stay and customers he trusted. He'd even found a clinic where they gave him free blood tests every month. Life wasn't great, but he was getting by. When he first arrived in Tulsa, he'd spent a few months searching for Wings. No luck there. He couldn't remember Wings' real name, so no one could help him. He even visited all the hospitals, describing his friend to the nurses and anyone else who would listen. A few thought they had treated a patient who might have been Wings, but they had no idea where he was now. Blue eventually gave up and did what he did best, working the streets, sucking cock, and fucking ass. One night, his life changed, possibly for the better. A nice car he'd never seen before rolled up. The tinted window slid down and he saw a man's face that was vaguely familiar. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Glasses. Perfect teeth. Then Blue remembered. The guy was one of the doctors Blue had talked to when he was asking about Wings. He'd been real friendly, buying Blue a burger at the hospital cafeteria and talking to him as they ate. Blue had wondered why, suspecting the guy was into younger dudes probably. He didn't make a move on Blue that day, so Blue had left and never given it another thought. Now here the guy was, cruising a neighborhood where boys put out for cash, and there was only one possible reason why. When the man saw Blue, he frowned, apparently recognizing Blue. Neither of them said anything, not wanting to admit they had met before. Sex on the street was supposed to be anonymous, after all. The man cleared his throat and asked, "How much for a blow job?" Blue leaned forward slightly, checking the back seat of the car. No one there. "Twenty. I don't swallow." The man nodded. "Okay." Blue walked around the car and got in. *** That first blow job led to another. Then a hotel room, where they sucked each other off and Blue took it up the ass. Twice. By then, he knew the guy's name: Barry James. He was a research doctor. He was filthy rich and kinky as fuck, and he really liked Blue, so he made an offer Blue couldn't turn down. They left the hotel room in Barry's car and drove to Blue's place on the east side, where Blue gathered up his meager belongings and tossed them into the back seat of Barry's car. Blue left the key on the kitchen cabinet with a note to the guy who'd rented him the room. No point in burning bridges. He might need the place again someday. Then he got in Barry's car and nodded that he was ready to go. Barry James lived in the Brookside neighborhood, one of the nicer areas of Tulsa. His house was enormous, nicer than any place Blue had ever seen before. Barry gave him his own room, with a huge private bathroom and a door that led straight to the swimming pool in the back. Blue dumped his clothes on the bed and stood in the middle of the room, amazed at his good fortune. Barry walked over to the bed and poked at Blue's ragged clothes with one finger. "I think we can do better than this. Now that you're my boy." Blue nodded, embarrassed. Back into Barry's car, they headed for the nearest mall and spent well over a thousand dollars on new shirts, jeans, underwear and shoes. Blue expected to buy just a few things to get by, but Barry kept holding up more clothes for him to try on. Eventually, Blue gave up and went with the flow. The salespeople gave them funny looks, especially when Barry explained that Blue was his nephew and would be staying for the summer. But they didn't say a word, especially when they accepted Barry's platinum credit card to pay for everything. With all the new clothes in the trunk of the car, they stopped at a steak house for supper. Blue wasn't sure what to order, so Barry ordered for him. Tenderloin and lobster tail. Blue eagerly devoured the meat and loved the delicate flavor of the lobster dipped in garlic butter. He decided he could get used to this life. Glancing over at Barry, Blue smiled and said, "Thanks for everything ... Uncle Barry." Then he winked. Barry nodded and looked around the restaurant. No one was paying them any attention, so he poured a bit of wine into Blue's glass. "Drink up, nephew. The night is young." Blue giggled and picked up the glass. The wine burned his throat a little, but left him feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He drank the rest and held out his glass for more. *** Where the hell was it? He searched through all the clothes again, even though he couldn't remember stashing it in any of his pockets. As expected, it wasn't there. He opened the drawer next to his bed where he'd left some of the money. It was empty. He opened every drawer on his dresser, lifting out all his underwear and even checking inside. Still nothing. It had to be here. He'd tucked the biggest part of his cash underneath the socks, right next to his boxer briefs. He dumped everything on the floor and pulled the drawer out, tossing it on the bed, then started through the next drawer down. Barry stopped in the door of the bedroom and glanced inside. "What are you doing?" he asked. Blue looked up, exasperated. "Looking for my money. I can't find it anywhere." Barry smiled. "An underwear drawer is the wrong place to keep your valuables, kid. I put it in the bank for you." Blue stood up and stared at Barry. "You what?" "I put it in a saving's account for you. If you ever want any, just let me know. But you won't need it. Just let it sit there and collect interest. You'll have a nice chunk of cash when you finally take it out." "But--" Blue didn't know what to say. "--that was MY money. What the fuck, dude? Why are you touchin' my shit?" Barry's face colored slightly. "I pay for everything, Blue. Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask? Your money is safe. In the bank. And that's where it should stay." Blue tried to calm down. Barry was right, after all. He never hesitated to give Blue whatever he asked for, so why was he so upset over this. Maybe it was the principle of the thing. It was Blue's money. The only thing of value he'd brought with him, and Barry shouldn't have touched it. Barry could see that Blue was still angry. For that matter, Barry was getting a bit steamed as well. "You ought to grateful, kid. I got you off the streets. I gave you a safe place to live. Free medical care. Good food. Hell, kid, I've spent more on you in the last month than that little bit of cash you brought with you." Blue nodded and ducked his head. Barry was right. Slowly, he walked up to Barry and hugged him around the waist. "I'm sorry, Barry. Didn't mean to be a jackass." Barry hugged him back. "It's okay, kid. I forgive you. And I promise, I'll keep your money safe. I'll even add a little to it every month. We'll consider it your college fund, okay?" Blue nodded. "And I can take some out, any time I want, right?" "Sure," Barry agreed. "but you won't have to. I'm taking care of you now. Anything you need, just ask." "Anything?" Blue asked, giggling. Barry nodded. "Anything." Blue began rubbing Barry's cock, enjoying the way it swelled up in his pants. "Could I have some of this?" Blue asked with a sly grin. Barry pushed him gently away. "Absolutely. After you clean up your room and put everything back where it belongs." Blue hadn't expected to hear that. Kind of killed the mood. He turned and picked up the dresser drawer and worked it back into place in the dresser. Then he gathered up the socks and dropped them into the open drawer. Barry just stood there, watching him. "The socks shouldn't be tossed in like that. Tidy them up," he ordered. Blue frowned. What the fuck? But he straightened up the socks, then turned to see if Barry was satisfied. Barry said nothing but continued to watch him. Blue shrugged and picked up the underwear next, this time arranging it neatly next to the socks. When he glanced over at Barry, he saw a slight nod of approval, so he closed the drawer and turned to face Barry. Barry walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned for Blue to come over and stand in front of him. "Blue, you were disrespectful to me earlier." Blue walked up and stood before Barry, his head bowed. "Yeah, I suppose I was. Sorry `bout that." "There must be a consequence for disrespect. You understand, right?" Blue looked up, confused. "What'dya mean?" Barry reached forward and unbuckled Blue's pants, sliding the zipper down and tugging the jeans and underwear off. Blue grinned and helped, sliding everything to his ankles and kicking them free. His cock began to swell in anticipation. Barry pulled Blue closer, then turned him sideways and unexpectedly pulled him down across his lap. Blue's naked ass was up in the air, his boner pressed against Barry's lap. "What the hell?" Blue exclaimed. "Hush! No more cussing." Barry admonished him. "It's time for your consequence." Blue wiggled around, trying to slide off Barry's lap, but Barry held him in place. Barry's hand slammed down on Blue's left cheek with a loud smack and stinging pain. "Ow. FUCK, DUDE!" "I said no cussing." Barry's hand struck the right cheek, just as hard. "What are you doing?" Blue shouted. "Teaching you to behave," Barry replied, smacking both cheeks in rapid succession. Blue tried to get up, but Barry held him down and struck his naked ass again and again, turning the white cheeks bright red. Blue tried to push off, to get away from the stinging punishment, but Barry held him firmly. "Take your consequences like a man, Blue." Smack. Smack. Blue stopped struggling and started crying. Twice more, Barry slapped his ass, this time not as hard as before. Then Barry lifted Blue up and stood him on his feet. Blue stared at Barry, tears dripping down his face, confused and angry. Barry didn't say a word, but guided Blue to the side of the bed and had him lie down on his stomach. Then Barry went into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of lotion. Blue gasped when he felt Barry's hand applying the cool liquid to his burning ass cheeks. Ever so gently, Barry rubbed the lotion in, soothing the pain away, replacing it with a mild warmth. His lotion covered fingers worked down between the cheeks, teasing Blue's pucker. Despite his anger at Barry, Blue felt his cock swelling up again. When Barry pushed Blue's hip, Blue rolled over and presented his throbbing boner. Barry applied more lotion and slowly stroked Blue. "Consequences, when accepted gracefully, lead to reward," Barry whispered. Blue sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the tingling sensations building in his balls. He was still mad, but this was a best way he knew for Barry to apologize. *** "Are you serious, dude?" Blue held the green and yellow costume in one hand, staring at Barry. Barry nodded. "Put it on. You'll enjoy it. Trust me." Blue shrugged and stripped off his clothes. Barry watched, licking his lips, as Blue pulled on the tight green shorts. They were skimpy and barely contained his thick teenage cock. Blue picked up the red vest next and slid it on. It barely reached the top part of the green shorts, doing very little to conceal his bulge. He picked up the yellow cape and green gloves. Holding them out to Barry, he asked, "These too?" Barry nodded. "All of it." Blue felt his face turning bright red, but he worked his hands into the gloves, which reached all the way to his elbows. Then he slid the cape over his head and turned to face Barry. Barry walked forward with a black eye mask. He slid it over Blue's head and worked it into place. Barry smiled and turned Blue to face the mirror. "Perfect. You look fabulous, Boy Wonder." Blue grimaced. He looked fucking stupid, dressed like this. Sure, he looked sexy as fuck, but he still felt ridiculous dressed up like some comic book hero. Barry led him down to the game room and made him sit down. "Wait here. I'll be right back." Twenty minutes later, Barry returned, dressed in a gray and blue costume with a black cape and a black mask that covered the top half of his face. There was a yellow and black logo on the front of the costume in the shape of a stylized, flying bat. Blue couldn't help it. He began laughing. Barry looked fucking hilarious in his costume, with his slight pot belly and flat chest. Now Blue didn't feel so bad. At least his tight shorts made his big cock look good. Barry strode up and lifted Blue to his feet. "Laugh now, Robin, but when the Batman finishes with you, you'll be begging him for mercy." Barry reached down and squeezed Blue's balls. Blue gasped and moaned. He liked that, and maybe the costumes would make sex a little more fun. What the hell. Might as well go with it. *** Standing in the shower later, Blue grimaced as the hot water poured down on his aching body. Barry had gotten a little rough, throwing him around the room before stripping off his shorts and pounding his ass. Blue checked his side. The ribs were sore from crashing into the pool table. Barry hadn't apologized for that, but instead had picked him up and thrown him across the room onto the couch. The first part had been more like a wrestling match, but the sex after had been great. Blue washed his butt and stuck a finger up inside. It was still tender and swollen, but fuck if it hadn't been the best yet. Three times he'd shot his wad while Barry fucked him. Unreal. *** The next time they wore the Batman and Robin costumes, Barry was too rough. He threw Blue over the couch and Blue landed hard, twisting his wrist, the same damned wrist he'd broken back in Amarillo. Blue refused to have sex with Barry after that, which pissed Barry off. Blue didn't care. He made Barry take him to the hospital to have the wrist checked out (after they took off the costumes, of course). It was only a sprain, but Blue wouldn't let Barry fuck him for a week, giving blowjobs only. Blue decided consequences could go both ways. *** When they finally did fuck, Barry was rougher than he'd ever been. He didn't use lube, so Blue's ass burned like fuck when Barry shoved himself in and started thrusting. Blue pulled away, cussing at Barry, so Barry angrily smeared lube on and then shoved himself back into Blue, pounding away until the pain finally eased up and Blue could begin enjoying it. But after only a few minutes, Barry shoved himself all the way inside, hard, and groaned as he came. Then he pulled out and left Blue laying there on the bed. With an angry glare, Barry stomped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, climbing in to wash himself off. Blue's boner disappeared. He thought about jacking off but decided not to. Instead, he walked slowly into the bathroom and asked Barry if he could join him in the shower. Barry angrily declined, reminding Blue that there were other showers in the house. *** At breakfast the next morning, Blue waited until Barry was finished and sipping his coffee before asking, "Could I get some of my money?" Barry blinked. "Why?" "Just `cause." Barry shrugged. "Sure. I might be able to go by tomorrow or the next day. I'm busy today, so it'll have to wait until I have a free afternoon." Blue nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow works for me." "I said maybe. Depends on my schedule at work." "Okay. Whenever you get a chance." Blue didn't say anything more. It was funny how Barry didn't even ask him how much money he wanted. *** Barry never did get the money Blue asked for. Instead, he brought home a big bottle of vodka. His voice was slightly slurred and his eyes were unfocused, so Blue suspected he'd already been drinking before coming home. "Have some of this. Good stuff," Barry said, waving the bottle of vodka in Blue's face. Blue tried a little vodka with orange juice. It was okay, but he asked for wine instead. That seemed to make Barry mad. He gave Blue a bottle of wine and told him to help himself, while Barry sloshed a glass half full of vodka and topped it off with juice. Bringing the glass to his lips, Barry glared at Blue and drank almost half of it down in one long gulp. Blue nervously poured himself a small glass of wine and sipped it, watching as Barry drained the last of his drink and refilled his glass. "How was work today?" Blue asked, trying to make conversation. Barry scoffed. "Like you care? Since when do you wanna know about my frickin' day?" Blue shrugged. "Just askin', dude." Barry slammed the glass down on the counter, sloshing the contents all over. He turned, stared at the puddle on the counter in confusion, then turned back to Blue. "See what you made me do, kid? Get something and clean this shit up." Barry stomped away, shaking his arm and slinging off the vodka and orange juice that had spilled on his hand. Blue found a dishcloth and wiped up the mess. Then he refilled the glass, adding a little vodka and a lot of juice, and he carried it into Barry's bedroom. Barry was stripping off his clothes, throwing them across the room. He was down to his underwear and socks when Blue walked in. Turning, he saw Blue holding the drink. Blue held it out, offering the drink to Barry. Barry's hand shook slightly as he reached out and took the drink. "Thanks," he mumbled. He sipped the drink, grimacing. "Needs more vodka." He opened the door leading to the pool and stumbled outside in his underwear. Blue followed him. Barry tried to pull his underwear off with one hand, but was having trouble with it, so Blue helped him strip off. Barry mumbled a thank you and climbed up the steps leading to the hot tub. He was still wearing his socks, but he stepped into the hot tub anyway and sank down into the bubbling waters with a sigh. He took another drink and looked over his shoulder at Blue. "Whatcha' waitin' for, kid. Get in." Blue stripped off his jeans and left them on a patio chair. Then he pulled off his shirt and underwear, tossing them on top of his jeans. He climbed up to the hot tub and slipped in across from Barry, watching nervously. Barry squinted at him. "You're one sexy little fuck. You know that, kid?" Blue nodded. "I suppose." "But you don't listen worth a damn. You're a stubborn little shit, aren't you?" "I ain't tryin' to be," Blue replied. "You just need some severe conse-- consepren--" "Consequences?" Blue asked. Barry studied Blue carefully, then mumbled, "Smart ass. I'm the frickin' doctor here. Don't need you finishin' my frickin' sentences for me." Barry leaned forward. "See? That's the problem here. You're too damned big a smart ass and you need to be trained to stay in your place. See?" Blue didn't know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut. Barry threw his glass against the wall, laughing as it shattered and rained glass shards all over the patio. Blue cringed, preparing to leap out of the hot tub and run if he had to. Barry shook his head. "Don't have to be afraid, kid. I take good care of you. I'll never hurt you. I love you." Barry struggled to stand up, finding it difficult to get his balance. "Help me out, kid." Blue stood up and pulled Barry to his feet, helping the man to steady himself, then assisted him in climbing out of the hot tub. With Blue supporting him on one side, Barry was able to stumble back into the house. He pulled Blue into a tight hug and said, "Thank you, kid. Now I need to reward you." Barry sent Blue into the bathroom for lube and then ordered him to stretch out on the bed. Blue felt Barry fumbling around behind him, smearing lube more or less on the outside of his hole. He gritted his teeth when he felt Barry's hard cock pushing against his pucker. There was enough lube on it that it went inside without a lot of pain. Barry seemed to be in a hurry. He shoved himself in, hard and deep, and began pounding away. Blue gripped the blanket in his fists and moaned. His butt burned and he thought he felt something tearing. Barry kept thrusting, caring not at all for what his cock was doing to Blue's body. The alcohol seemed to have affected him, because he continued pounding Blue for ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty. Blue began to despair, wondering when Barry would cum. Barry was also frustrated with how long it was taking. He pulled out and screamed at Blue, "What did you put in my drink, you little whore?" He rolled Blue over onto his back and slammed his fist into Blue's eye. Blue saw stars and then blackness fell as he lost consciousness. *** Blue woke up gradually. His body ached everywhere. His head throbbed. His side was sore. Sharp pain radiated through one leg, and his asshole burned. He rolled over and saw Barry asleep next to him, snoring softly. Blue groaned as he tried to sit up. His vision swam and the room seemed to spin around him. He closed his eyes and waited for a minute, taking deep breaths. The next time he opened his eyes, the room stayed still, so he gradually stood up, gasping at the sharp pain he felt almost everywhere. He stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His left eye was swollen and puffy. His upper lip was cracked and bleeding. His ribs didn't feel broken, but his side was red and would probably be bruised by tomorrow. He stumbled back into the bedroom and stood looking down on Barry. Blue felt bile rising up into his throat. He swallowed and limped over to the dresser, where Barry had left his phone and wallet. He opened the wallet and found $160 in cash. Better than nothing. He pulled out the cash and threw it on the bed next to Barry. Then he took Barry's phone and pulled up the camera app. With a little effort, he was able to roll Barry onto his side. Then Blue leaned down and fondled Barry's cock until it was more or less hard. He put Barry's cock in his mouth and held the cell phone up as high as he could reach, snapping a picture of himself sucking Barry. He checked the picture. It was a little blurry, but it showed his swollen eye and Barry's cock halfway in his mouth. It would do. Then he spooned up next to Barry and worked the tip of Barry's cock into his tender butt. Another click of the camera app and he had a good shot of Barry fucking his ass. He laughed when he saw the picture because the money he'd thrown on the bed was in the frame. He did a quick internet search and found the phone number for Crimestoppers. He sent off three quick text messages. The picture of Barry's cock in his mouth. The picture of Barry fucking his ass. And a short message: It was lie. He was actually 15. But he'd always looked a lot younger. Most of his customers liked that. He threw the phone on the bed and picked up the cash. Ten minutes later, dressed in the clothes he'd worn when Barry first picked him up, he left Barry's fancy house and all the fucking shit Barry had bought for him and began walking down the street, headed west. He didn't want any of those damned clothes or anything else Barry had bought him. He took the cash only because he knew he'd need it to survive. Fuck Barry, and fuck all the assholes like him. It might have been his imagination, but he thought he heard sirens in the distance. No matter. He kept walking. *** He drifted west, passing through one small town after another. He couldn't do much. His eye swelled up and turned purple, and that meant customers didn't want anything to do with him. That was fine with him. His side ached and was badly bruised, and his ass felt torn up inside, so he didn't feel like doing tricks. He used some of the money on a small tube of Vaseline. Smearing it around inside his ass helped a little. He bought the cheapest food he could find. He had to make the money last until he could afford to start working the streets again. The first few tricks would have to be blowjobs. He didn't have any condoms or lube, and no spare money to buy either one. Eventually he made it to a small town about 40 or 50 miles from Tulsa, far enough that he wasn't worried about any trouble connected with Barry. It would be a good place to start over. He lucked out when he found a broken lock on the back door of an empty store in a strip mall. The store was for rent, so it was empty, and it gave him a place to sleep at night, without anyone hassling him. He knew he'd have to start hustling soon, because he was down to his last ten bucks. He wandered down to a convenience store and bought a burger and a bottled water. Then he meandered back to the strip mall and found a place behind a stack of storage containers to eat. He heard dogs barking and peeked around the boxes. A man was walking two dogs. Pitbulls. Funny, but they didn't look that dangerous, not like all the stories he'd always heard. Still, it was a good thing the guy had them on a leash. He watched the guy run with the dogs around the empty lot behind the strip mall. The dogs seemed to be enjoying themselves, jumping up on the guy every now and then. Blue felt tears pooling in his eyes. Damn. He missed King so much. He wondered how his Rottweiler was doing. Was he getting enough love from Mom and Dad? Blue shook his head. Stop thinking about home. Stop remembering Mom and King. It wasn't helping one bit. The man with the Pitbulls stopped and knelt down, hugging the dogs to his chest. They wiggled in pleasure, licking his face and falling to the ground at his feet. Blue watched them. He felt strange. Curious about this guy and his dogs. If the guy wasn't afraid to take care of dangerous animals, maybe he'd be willing to help out a homeless kid running low on his luck. The skies rumbled ominously. Blue looked up and mumbled, "Just what I fuckin' need. A rainstorm. Good thing I got a dry place to stay." He turned and looked at the door leading into the store for rent. "Fuck!" Blue exclaimed. Someone had repaired the lock. The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Fourteen