Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2018 15:39:34 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Pretty Boy by Cutter09 Gay adult/youth

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Part one

  It was fucking cold! And I was hungry. Two things I can't stand. Cold and
hungry. I was going to have to give in and just do it.

  Four months on the streets, and I hadn't given in. I stole a bucket and a
squeegee from Home Depot, and spent most of my time running in the streets
cleaning people's windshields while they waited at traffic lights. Even the
cheapest people will give me a little change at least. Not all though. Some
yell at me for being a nuisance.

  But I was alive, and didn't do what the other's did. Then the weather
changed. People don't want water on their windshields when it's cold. It
took two days to get enough for a McDonald's Happy Meal, and that was three
days ago.

  Now Dallas was expecting one of it's ice storms. I remember the one last
year. I'd never been as cold, and that was when I was indoors, before I ran
away. So, I could either go back to the abandoned warehouse, and it would
be a race between starvation and freezing as to which I die from, or I
could do what the others do.

  The thought of someone finding my skeleton after the rats had finished
with it, helped make my decision.

  I swallowed my pride and walked to the corner. The one I'd seen the
others stand on and get picked up. I'm not stupid. I know what they are
doing. The thought sickens me, but not as much as the vision of my rat
feeding corpse.

  I look around for cops before stepping up to the street. Two minutes
pass, before a twenty year old Buick pulls up. The driver looked around
sixty five, and hadn't shaved in probably a week.

  "Hey, Kid," the guy yelled out the half opened window. Then he gestured
with a flick of his head to come closer.

  I walked up to the window, and glanced down at his lap. He had his dick
out and was waving it back and forth. It was soft, and uncircumcised. I
could practically smell the cheese under the foreskin.

  Looking around in his car, I could see empty beer cans and cigarette
packages strewn about.

  "See what I got for ya?" he asked waving his still limp dick.

  I could imagine spending the next couple of hours tugging on that useless
piece of flesh, and it still not getting hard. Then he'd probably kill me,
or worse, not pay me.

  "C'mon, hop in," the low life said.

  "I'm hungry, but not that hungry," I said backing away from the car.

  He spit at me, then peeled out.

  As I watched his tail lights disappear, I saw something that caught my
eye. In the next block, a long white limo pulled into the hotel valet
area. Curious as to who might get out, I ran over. Maybe it's a movie star
or tv personality.

  I stood at the edge of the building waiting. Finally the door opened and
a nice looking man stepped out. A piece of paper blew out of the car as he
turned to close the door. It floated on the wind and landed right at my
feet.

  I picked it up and only took a nanosecond to run over to the guy.

  "Sir... Sir... You dropped this."

  He turned and looked down at me. Taking the paper from my hand, his eyes
never left me.

  "What are you doing out on a night like this?"

  "Mostly freezing sir. And you?" I replied.

  "I just left a boring business dinner. Why are you wearing just that
light jacket? You're gonna catch pneumonia."

  "That's okay. I'll probably starve to death before pneumonia could kill
me," I hinted.

  "I see. Well, you probably deserve some sort of reward for returning
this. How about a hot meal?" he asked tucking the paper into the pocket of
his long coat.

  We entered the hotel. At the front desk my new best friend ask the clerk,
"Did you send that package as I asked."

  The clerk was staring at me as he said, "Yes sir, Mr. Barton."

  "Good." He pulled out his wallet and slid a fifty dollar bill across the
desk. "You didn't see him."

  The clerk smiled knowingly. "See who, Sir?"

  In the elevator, I could feel his eyes on me. I knew he was sizing me up
and had come to the correct conclusion. I was a street kid willing to trade
sex for money.

  The suite was huge and beautiful. Not like the cheap motels I had been to
with my mom.

  "There's a room service menu on the nightstand in the bedroom. Why don't
you look it over while I freshen up?"

  I followed him into the bedroom, where he took off his coat and went to
the bathroom. I could see the paper sticking out of his coat pocket laying
on the bed. At a glance I could tell it was a check of some kind.

  I looked through the menu wondering if I would get to eat first or have
to do 'it' first. I just didn't know which item on the menu went best with
sperm. Let's see... hamburger with a cum chaser, or maybe cum with baked
chicken for desert. Neither was too appealing. But at least I was inside
where it was warm and it appeared I would get a meal.

  Mr. Barton returned from the bathroom. I had half expected him to come
out naked, but he didn't.

  "Did you decide what you want?" he asked as he took the check from his
coat and placed it in a briefcase.

  "I didn't know how much of a 'reward' you're willing to pay for, so you
decide for me. I'll take anything... uh... almost anything."

  He chuckled and picked up the phone. "Send up a Porterhouse steak,
whatever veggies you think are best, a pitcher of sweet tea, and two New
York cheesecakes. Thanks."

  Barton again gave me an investigative appraisal. "What's your name kid?"

  "Wylie."

  "Willie?"

  "No Wylie, like the cartoon coyote."

  "You're shitting me. That's awful," he laughed.

  "You're telling me. I've had to live with it."

  "Where're you from?" he continued the third degree.

  "South Oak Cliff."

  "I didn't know there were any white people left in South Oak Cliff."

  "I left, so there isn't any now."

  Barton doubled over in laughter. "You're a funny kid. Maybe that's why
you were named after a cartoon character."

  "I doubt I had much of a sense of humor when I was born. I developed it
out of necessity."

  "Funny and smart. Good combination. Well, if it makes you feel any
better, I grew up in South Oak Cliff too. On Fernwood."

  "Figures, that's a nice street compared to Fordham."

  "Fordham? Really? What number?"

  "1715."

  Barton shivered. "Ooh. I know the place. It was a dump long before I was
born."

  "Yep that's the place," I confirmed.

  "So you ran away. Now what?"

  "Survival."

  "Would you like to freshen up before your dinner?"

  To me that sounded like I was going to get to eat before performing my
duty. And when I was finished eating... I would have to swallow more.

  "Uh... Sure."

  "There are robes you can put on after you shower."

  I didn't like the sound of that. I would be naked under the robe, and
that was a lot more vulnerable than I wanted to be.

  "Shower? Uh... I don't... I mean, I've never..."

  "You're quite safe. I'm not a rapist."

  He seemed honest. And I definitely wanted and needed a shower.

  God! Did that shower feel good. I'd been cleaning up in gas station
restrooms for four months. I stood under that warm spray until my skin
started to look like a prune. I washed my hair good, even used
conditioner. Man I felt good.

  I dried off, and put on a robe. I noticed Barton's wallet sitting on the
counter. That was pretty stupid of him. Leaving his wallet where a strange
kid could steal it. Fortunately for him, I'm not a thief. Pretty soon
though, I would have to become a whore.

  I tucked the adult size robe tightly around me, checked the mirror to be
sure nothing was showing, and walked out.

  "Your food has arrived, and so has the ice storm I'm afraid," Barton
informed me.

  He lifted the silver dome from the plate. I couldn't believe what I saw.

  "That's the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen," I exclaimed.

  "Thanks for the compliment, but what do you think of the steak?"

  I had to laugh. "Seems I'm not the only one with a sense of humor."

  His reference to his 'meat' actually kinda cleared the air. I relaxed
some, and he seemed to also.

  "It's a porterhouse. I didn't know how hungry you are. It's the largest
on the menu.

  "I'll have to ask for a to go box. I can live on this for a week."

  "As I said, the ice storm has started, I don't think anyone is going
anywhere tonight. Now if you will excuse me, I need a shower too."

  I stuffed myself with all the food, only managing to eat a fourth of the
steak. I didn't eat the cheesecake. He'd ordered two so I assumed one was
for him. It would be rude not to wait for him.

  Barton returned wearing a matching robe. It fit him well, my sleeves kept
swallowing my hands.

  It was my turn to appraise him. He was tall, actually kinda good looking,
not at all fat, with broad shoulders and nice legs. That's all I could see.

  "Do you have a first name, or should I just call you Barton?"

  "Greg. But call me whatever you want. What's your story?"

  "You know, the usual. Tired of being abused by my crack whore mother and
her pimp."

  "How long have you been on the streets?" Greg asked.

  "Four months. I've been doing alright, until the weather changed."

  "Not so many customers in the winter, huh?"

  That stung. I couldn't just let it lie, and became a little defensive.

  "I'm not... I mean, I haven't... Well, not till... Shit, never mind," I
said in frustration.

  "How old are you?" Greg asked.

  "Twelve. Why? You got some sort of age limit for your boy whores?" I
don't know why I said it. I guess I was still in defense mode.

  "I guess I deserved that. Sorry." Greg apologised.

  "Yeah. And for your information, I've never done this. I've been earning
my upkeep, and not that way."

  For some reason I burst into tears. I didn't want him to think of me as
just some whore. "I'm just desperate. I hate being cold and hungry."

  Greg looked at me for a moment then asked, "Have you ever seen the movie
Pretty Woman?"

  I wiped my eyes and nose on the cloth napkin in my lap. "No. Is it any
good?"

  "Some people love it. It has one of those happy endings where the knight
in shining armor rescues the fair maiden."

  "Sounds kinda corny. Why'd you ask if I'd seen it?"

  "Well, if you don't have a better offer in the works, I'd like you to
stay with me a few days. Keep me company, someone to talk to."

  "Uh... A few days?"

  "I'll pay you for your time."

  "How much?"

  "Let's say, a hundred dollars a day?"

  "A hundred a day?" It'd take me weeks to earn that doing windshields.

  "Ok, two hundred."

  Two hundred? Yeah but what would he expect me to do for that much?

  He saw my hesitation. "Ok, three hundred. Final offer. But at that price,
no more crying."

  "Deal." It jumped right out of my mouth. Oh shit. What have I gotten
myself into?

Part two

  I looked out the window, ten stories high, at the city covered in ice. It
had been early when I came up here with Greg. It was now eleven o'clock. I
would eventually have to face my fate, and do what I hadn't wanted to
do. Seeing the ice made me glad not to be out there, at least I had that.

  He was on the phone talking to someone in L.A. Maybe this would be easier
if I didn't have to see what I was doing. I went into the bedroom, turned
out all the lights, took off my robe, and crawled into the most comfortable
bed I'd ever been in.

  I lay there thinking. I hope he doesn't want to do... that... but if he
did, at least I was in a nice bed. My mom never did it in a bed this
nice. Of course he wants to do that. He's paying me a lot of money for
it. Shit! He hasn't actually given me any money. Mom always gets the money
first. Greg looks honest though. I think I can trust him to pay me. Even if
he doesn't, I'm warm and full bellied. If he rips me off, I'll know better
next time. I'm probably going to do it eventually, at least he's good
looking and a nice guy. Not some creep like the guy in the Buick, waving
that nasty thing at me. Yuck.

  It seemed a long time before Greg entered. I was laying in the middle of
the bed, flat on my back, blanket up to my neck, waiting for what would
surely be a painful experience. My heart pounded in my chest as he
approached the bed. I couldn't see, but I imagined him taking off his robe,
then the blanket was being lifted as he slid into the bed beside me.

  His body came into contact with mine. I feel his skin next to mine from
my shoulder to my knee. No cloth! We were both naked, laying side by side.

  I took a deep breath, and unintentionally sighed. I had to get it over
with. Face my fear straight on, like I did when I left home. I rolled onto
my side toward him, placing my head on his shoulder, my hand on his
chest. His arm went around me.

  To my surprise, I noticed he didn't have a lot of chest hair. Even more
surprising, I noticed I had a stiffy. I was a little embarrassed because
there is no way he couldn't feel it poking into his hip.

  I lay there for a moment. I could feel his heart beating. I'm not sure
which of ours were beating faster. He didn't say anything as my hand roamed
over his torso. I held my breath, here goes. I slowly slid my hand down his
belly. Just as I reached where I thought his navel would be, my hand bumped
something.

  Jesus! That couldn't be his dick. All the way up to his belly button?
Mine was nowhere near my belly button. I lifted my hand a bit and felt the
object with my finger tips. It certainly felt like the head of a dick. A
really big one too. I slid my hand down the underside of his cock about
halfway down and gripped it. My fingers couldn't close around it! There is
no way in hell I was going to be able to get this monster in my mouth,
which didn't bode well for me. He'd expect satisfaction, one way or
another. That's what he was paying me for. My mom's unsatisfied customers
usually beat her up.

  I began stroking it, slowly at first. The way I usually do mine to start
with. I gradually picked up the pace, and he wasn't stopping me. Soon I
noticed something wet at the end. It was slippery, so I used it to
concentrate on the head. He still hadn't stopped me. Maybe I could get away
with just doing this. I sped up a little more making sure to twist my hand
around the knob on the upstroke, also the way I like it. Greg was moaning
with each stroke around the head. He suddenly tensed up, drew the covers
down, and I felt his cock throb several times. I knew he was cumming. I
kinda wanted to see it. I've never seen anyone cum before. I stroked him a
bit longer to be sure the feeling had passed. I could tell there was a lot
more slippery stuff on the end.

  After a minute his breathing slowed. He moved a little, and I heard him
taking tissues from the box on the nightstand. For some reason, I hadn't
let go of his cock. He cleaned his belly and chest, and cock head. I still
had a grip on him when he took my hand and wiped it off.

  I rested my hand on his chest and my head on his shoulder
again. Unexpectedly, he rolled me onto my back and reached for my dick. No
one had ever touched my dick before. I moaned as his hand dwarfed my little
dick. Then I could feel three fingers and a thumb begin stroking me.

  Damn he did it even better than I did myself. Of course he'd had many
more years of practice. I hadn't realised how horny I was. After only a
minute, I was thrusting my hips up at his hand. My mind exploded with my
first orgasm created by someone else.

  When it was over, Greg released my dick, then ran his hand over my
belly. I hoped he wasn't disappointed to find no evidence of my orgasm.

  He lay back down again and I resumed my place on his shoulder. I wasn't
sure if we were finished for the night, but I knew I was done in. I was
asleep in no time.

  I woke up as Greg withdrew his shoulder from under me. He threw the
covers back and strolled to the bathroom. I saw his naked backside as he
went. He was even more handsome than I had imagined. His toned butt, and
thighs rippled as he walked.

  I heard the splash of his pee stream hitting the water in the toilet,
which reminded me that I really needed to go too. After a minute, the door
opened and Greg came out. I looked down. There was the cock I'd held in my
hand last night. Even completely soft it looked huge. I glanced up, he
smiled. He knew I was looking at his cock.

  "I'll order us some breakfast," he said.

  He stood talking on the phone, letting me look at his naked body. I
didn't blame him. If I looked like that, I'd show off too.

  He hung up the phone and sat on the edge of the bed. Placing his hand on
my chest, he caressed it gently, sliding it down to where the blanket
covered me from the waist down.

  "Do you want the room service guy see you in my bed?"

  Greg stood to allow me to crawl out. I stayed as covered as I could, then
darted to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes following me. After I peed, I
remembered my robe was on the floor next to the bed. My clothes were in the
bathroom, but they were extremely dirty. I didn't want to put them on after
having such a nice shower.

  Drawing up my courage, I opened the door and marched right passed Greg to
pick up my robe, and put it on. His eyes met mine. I knew he had seen my
dick. He smiled approvingly, which made me feel better.

  I think he ordered everything on the menu. There was eggs cooked three
different ways, toast, sausages, waffles, fruit, coffee, milk, juice. Man,
he really knows how to treat guests.

  It was nice sitting in our robes chatting while we ate. I'd never really
done that either. He laughed at my jokes and asked about my life. He
commended my courage to get out of that life, but warned of the dangers of
being on the street.

  I learned he was a businessman, traveled a lot, and had no wife or
kids. As he told me this I flashed on how his cock looked and thought, Some
woman is missing out. Oh well, their loss.

  After breakfast, Greg made another call to L.A. I stood at the window
looking out at the city. Everything was covered in white glassy ice.

  I turned back to Greg to hear him say, "Twenty five thousand? Okay, as
long as it's a complete package. Everything. Good. Call me when it's done."

  "Things look even stranger covered in ice from ten floors up," I pointed
out.

  He looked out and had to agree. "Looks like we're stuck here for a day or
two."

  We sat on the sofa, and Greg offered me some coffee. Another thing I
hadn't tried yet so I accepted. He poured two cups, adding sugar and cream
to both. I discovered how people get addicted to coffee. I loved it.

  As I sipped it, Greg turned toward me, placing his knee on the sofa. This
caused his robe to part just enough for me to see the tip of his cock
laying along the sofa.

  I tried not to react, and just sipped my coffee. My eyes kept darting to
the most interesting thing in the room though. Soon I noticed it was quiet
in the room. I looked up at Greg and could see he had caught me looking
again.

  "Is everything alright?" he asked with a smile.

  "Um... yeah. I was just wondering why you aren't married. You're
attractive and you obviously do well. Why hasn't some woman snatched you
up?"

  He laughed again. "The only purpose a woman would serve in my life is to
have children. I don't want to put up with the hassle of being married. I
don't need some woman telling me what to do, bitching because I travel too
much, spending my money, etc."

  "I hear they are good for other things. And I hate to be repetitive, but
that's the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen," I said, again glancing at
his cock.

  Greg sat his coffee down, then took mine from me. He untied the sash
around my waist. Sliding his arm around to my back, he pulled me to him and
kissed me. I was hard instantly. He slid the robe from my shoulders and
picked me up, all without breaking the kiss. He carried me into the bedroom
and lay me down. I watched as he removed his robe, his hard cock jutted
from his body, the weight of it preventing it from standing upright.

  I was enthralled with it. I wrapped my fingers around it, my small hand
barely taking up a fourth of its length. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but
I knew what I wanted to try. I sat up and took the head between my lips.

  Greg let out a loud moan as I ran my tongue over the sensitive area
beneath the slit. I slid further down his cock, only being able to take a
little more than just the head. Even that filled my mouth completely. I
moved back and forth on it for only a minute when Greg peeled me off him.

  He looked at me with hunger in his eyes as I lay back down. He lay beside
me then engulfed my dick in his mouth.

  "Oh God!"

  I've never felt anything like that before either. Shit. No wonder guys
like blow jobs. He had me bucking around in no time, Then my head
exploded. He didn't let up. He continued to suck on it and bobbing up and
down. He was trying to make me have a second orgasm. In a few minutes, he
succeeded. My head exploded again.

  When I was able, I looked down at him. He was staring back at me, holding
my little dick and licking the head. He had watched me have an orgasm. I
covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.

  Greg moved up and pulled my hands away. "Please don't hide from
me. You're beautiful." Then he kissed me again. My arms went around his
neck and I melted into the kiss.

  I finally pushed him away and onto his back. His cock was calling to
me. It still amazed me that my fingers wouldn't go all the way
around. There was a drop of liquid on the slit. I licked it off. It didn't
taste bad at all. I squeezed more from the tube and licked it off too. Then
I took his cock into my mouth again. I did what I could although I'm sure
it wasn't enough. I started stroking his cock faster than I could move my
mouth on the end. This seemed effective. Greg was lifting his hips and
moaning.

  "I'm gonna cum," he warned.

  I knew what to expect. Trouble is, I didn't know how much to expect. I
felt the first and second shots hit the back of my throat. I swallowed but
it just kept coming out, filling my mouth. I swallowed again, then
again. Maybe if I had seen it last night I would have been better
prepared. As it was, I felt like I was gonna drown in cum.

  I didn't mind though. It was Greg's cum. I liked it. I managed to swallow
it all, enjoying each morsel as I tasted it before sending it down my
throat. I don't know if I would enjoy sucking just anybody's cock, but I
liked sucking Greg.

  I pulled off it, licking around the head a bit, watching as it softened
in my hand. I looked up at Greg's face. He was smiling. He knew I had
enjoyed sucking his cock. I could feel the heat of blush filling my face.

  I finally relinquished his cock, and lay beside him. He rolled us into a
spoon position, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I'd never
felt safer than I did right then.

***

  I woke up still in his arms. I could feel his big cock nestled in my butt
crack. It seemed to be halfway up my back too. I knew guys did... that, but
it seemed impossible that someone could take something that big inside them
that far. The thought scared the hell out of me. At the same time, damn,
did it feel sexy. I felt sexy too. Naked and small in my man's arms. He
could shove that thing right up me, and I'd be helpless to stop him. He
could pound my insides to a pulp, then shoot a gallon of cum inside me. The
same cum that tasted so good an hour ago, would be swimming around in me,
owning me.

  I wiggle my butt against him a little wondering what that would actually
feel like. Greg's hand was on my chest. He pulled me closer to him and
kissed my neck again.

  "Greg. Are you going to... you know..." I asked, and wiggled my butt on
him a little.

  He raised his head from the pillow. I could tell he was looking at me so
I turned my head to look into his eyes.

  "Have you done that before?" he asked.

  "I haven't done anything. Well, until last night. Oh, and about an hour
ago."

  "Is it something you want to try?"

  "Well... You are paying me. I sorta assumed you'd..."

  Greg interrupted me. "I'm paying you to keep me company during an ice
storm, not to be my whore. You're very intelligent, witty, and fun to be
with. You're also quite beautiful. I thought you did those things, and hope
that anything else you do, because you want to. Not because I'm paying
you."

  I turned around and put my arms around his neck. This time I kissed
him. I could feel his big hand covering the area where my back meets my
butt. Somehow that was even sexier than when he held my dick.

  "To be honest, I didn't want to do those things a few days ago. Even
yesterday I didn't really want to. But I was desperate. I almost got in a
car with some dirty old man. I just couldn't bring myself to doing it. I
didn't want to be like my mom. Then I saw you, and that check floated to
me. It was like a sign or something."

  "So you did know it was a check?"

  "Not until you went into the bathroom, it was sticking out of your coat
pocket."

  "Did you notice how much it was for?"

  "No."

  "Half a million dollars."

  "Ha... half a mill... are you shitting me?"

  "Nope."

  I regained my composure. "Anyway, then you figured out I was a street
kid, and talked to me like I was a whore. I was pretty hurt by that."

  "So I noticed. I knew you weren't a whore. You didn't steal the check. Of
course you could have noticed how much it was for, and realized that you
wouldn't be able to cash it. However, you could have taken it and demanded
cash for its return. So I left my wallet in the bathroom. You didn't take
anything from it. There was over a thousand in cash, yet you didn't touch
it."

  "Yeah, I thought it was stupid of you to leave your wallet laying
around. Lucky for you, I'm not a thief."

  "You're not a thief and you're not a whore. Two very unusual qualities
for a street kid."

  "If you knew I wasn't a whore then why did you offer me money?"

  "I really did want someone to talk to. And you are very intriguing. I
didn't want to let you leave in this kind of weather, and I know you need
the money, so it was a good incentive to get you to stay."

  "Then why did you have sex with me, if you didn't think I was a whore."

  "First, a whore would have gotten the money up front. Second, a whore
isn't scared to death and shaking in a totally dark room, or tentative
about touching someone's dick. Third, I don't have sex with whores. Fourth,
If I did have sex with whores, your cute little butt would have been
pounded to within an inch of its life."

  I kissed him again.

  "What was that for?"

  "You said I have a cute butt."

  "You have an incredibly sexy, adorable butt," Greg added.

  "And you have the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen," I said grabbing
his cock.

  "We've established that already."

  "Are you disappointed that I can't cum yet?"

  "No. You're beautiful and sexy and I like making you feel good."

  "You definitely did that."

  We snuggled for awhile, then I decided to have a closer look at his
cock. I examined it like it was under a microscope. Greg kept his bush
trimmed, and his balls shaved. I liked the shaved balls. But if I ever get
pubes, I will be so proud, I couldn't trim them.

  I had turned around in the bed so I could play with his cock. He was
watching me, his hand was on my butt, gently caressing it. I bent down and
licked his smooth balls, then took one into my mouth. There was no room
left in my mouth, his balls are huge too.

  I glanced up at him. He was smiling at me. "You seem to like my cock."

  "Umm hmm," I mumbled around his ball.

  "Don't talk with your mouth full, young man. It's impolite," he joked.

  I pulled away from his ball, which made that sucking sound as it exited.

  "Yes. I admit it. I love your cock. How big is this thing anyway?"

"Ten and a half inches [27 cm] long, seven and a half around [19 cm]. But
with you I think it's closer to eleven [28 cm] long."

  "Jesus Christ! That's almost three times the size of mine."

  "I don't think so. When was the last time you measured?"

  "Before I ran away, so four months."

  "At your age that's a lot of growing time."

  "That's two compliments you paid me," I said and kissed his cock.

  "Two?"

  "Yeah. First you said you were bigger when you're with me. Second you
think my dick is bigger than I think it is. Let's check this out."

  I got up and walked over to the writing table, and took out a sheet of
their complementary stationary.

  Greg's eyes were on me the whole way. "I love watching you walk
naked. What are you doing?"

  I know I was blushing when I replied. "Standard paper is eight and a half
by eleven [22x28 cm]."

  "Is there anything you don't know?"

  "Yeah, winning lottery numbers,"

  I held his cock up and stood the paper in front of it along the top of
his erection. "I got news for you. It's over eleven. See, there's some
peeking out above the paper."

  "Like I said, you have that effect on me."

  I measured the circumference with the width of the paper. Then rolled the
paper into a tube.

  "This is your cock," I said holding it up for Greg to see.

  "Yeah, that looks about right."

  I laid down beside him and held the tube standing next to my erection
"Look at the difference."

  "Hasn't anyone ever told you size doesn't matter?" he laughed.

  "Your size matters to me."

  "Why?" he asked, puzzled.

  "Look."

  I set the bottom of the tube just at my balls, and lay it down along my
belly.

  While he stared in amazement, I was mentally going over basic anatomy,
wondering if there were any major organs in that area.

  "Oh My God! That is so fucking sexy," he said, imagining the displacement
his cock would cause inside me.

  He leaned over and kissed me very passionately. I could feel his cock
throb between us. I knew then for sure he wanted to do that. I wasn't so
sure myself. The tube experiment only served to scare me more.

  When he broke the kiss, his eyes searched mine. I'm sure he could read
the fear in me.

  "Uh... Let's go for a walk or something," he suggested.

  "I can't."

  "Why not, your legs aren't broken."

  "My clothes are a wreck. You don't want to be seen with me like that."

  "That gives us a destination. There is a department store in the next
block."

  "Uh... You mean Saks Fifth Avenue?"

  "Yeah, so?"

  "You're paying me a lot of money, but I don't want to spend it all on one
shirt."

  Greg chuckled, leaned in for another kiss, and said, "You're
adorable. Now get that incredible butt up."

  Stepping off the elevator reminded me it was December thirtieth. The
hotel lobby still decked out for the holidays. It seemed prettier than I
remembered. The same outside on the street. The Christmas decorations
somehow brighter and happier.

  Christmas had never been that special to me. Most often not receiving
gifts, and certainly not attending church. For me, it was actually pretty
depressing.

  Entering Saks, was the same. Lots of lights and decorations. There
weren't many shoppers, I guess the ice kept most people away, and the
holiday rush was over.

  A security guard approached us. Well, it was me his eyes were on.

  "Is there a problem officer?" Greg asked him pointedly.

  "He's with you?"

  "Not that it is any of your concern, but yes, he is."

  "No problem. Just doing my job."

  In the boy's department, the clerk had a similar expression on his face
when he saw me.

  "He needs everything," Greg informed the clerk.

  "He certainly does," the clerk agreed.

  Roger, the clerk's name tag read, took some measurements, then rushed
around the department gathering items. Then he dragged me into a fitting
room.

  He hurriedly removed my coat, shirt, and jeans. Then he reached for my
underwear.

  "Hey!" I said grabbing his hands.

  Roger gave me an exasperated look. "Yours wouldn't be the first little
boy dick I've seen."

  I sucked up my courage, and let him remove my undies. I stood naked in
front of him as he opened a package of briefs. In the mirror, I could see
him looking at me.

  He took out a pair of briefs, and held them open for me to step
into. "You have an incredible butt, I must say."

  I placed my hand on his shoulder to keep my balance. "Yeah. Well that's
private property. Keep your hands off."

  He pulled the briefs up to my waist. "The gentleman's?" he asked with a
knowing smile.

  I only smiled back. Let him guess.

  When he had me dressed, he took me out for Greg's approval. He was on the
phone, but gave us a thumbs up.

  Back in the fitting room, Roger was picking up another sirt to try
on. "So, you're like... Julia Roberts?"

  I didn't know what he was talking about, so again, I just smiled.

  Several trips out later, Greg said, "He'll need a sports coat too. We
have a party to attend tomorrow."

  "We do?" I asked.

  "Yes. It's in the ballroom of the hotel."

  Roger measured some more, then came with a fancy jacket and matching tie.

  When I looked in the mirror, I have to admit I looked good. I could see
Greg's approving smile, and Roger's lustful glare.

  "Stunning. It's like a different boy," Roger said.

  "Absolutely gorgeous," Greg added.

  As Greg paid for the purchases, Roger said to him, "You're a very lucky
man."

  "Thank you. I agree," he said as he ruffled my hair.

  We left the store, both of us laden with packages. "Who's Julia Roberts?"

  "Why do you ask that?" Greg wanted to know.

  "Because Roger ask me if I was like Julia Roberts."

  He laughed so hard he dropped a couple of packages. Finally gathering
himself, he said, "It's a reference to Pretty Woman. There's a famous
shopping scene on Rodeo Drive.

  "I've got to see this movie. I hate being left in the dark about things."

  I was hanging up my new clothes, when Greg asked "Mind if I throw these
away?" He was holding the bag with my old clothes in it.

  "Sure... No! Wait!"

  I rushed over and pulled Scruffy's collar from my jean's pocket.

  "What's that?"

  "My dog's collar. He died the day before I ran away. It was like the
final straw. He had always been there for me. Suddenly he was gone, and I
was alone. I think Mom's pimp poisoned him, but can't prove it."

  I took off the new clothes I was wearing, and hung them with the rest. I
didn't want them to get messed up. Greg came back in with his iPad.

  "I downloaded Pretty Woman, I thought you might like to watch it while I
make some more calls.

  Suddenly I understood the references. Julia Roberts was a whore in the
movie. Richard Gere was her knight in shining armor. Just as Greg
said. Roger was right too, as we shopped for suitable clothing. Even the
stares I received from the desk clerk and security guard. It was just like
the movie. I was out of place, and everyone knew it. But Roger even knew I
was having sex with Greg. He quite blatantly said so when he complimented
Greg on being a lucky man. He had seen my butt, liked it, and thought Greg
had been enjoying it.

  Of course I didn't get to tell the store clerks they'd made a 'Big
mistake. Huge' like she did but I could certainly see the similarities.

  I was lying in bed thinking when Greg came in. He sat on the edge of the
bed beside me and ran his fingers from my chest to my briefs. My dick grew
hard instantly. He has that effect on me.

  "You're awfully quiet. I something wrong?" he asked.

  "Just the usual. Everybody thinks I'm a whore."

  Greg chuckled. "No one thinks your a whore."

  "Yes they do. I see the way they look at me. Even Roger knew we were
having sex."

  "What makes you think that?"

  "He complimented my butt, then told you how lucky you are."

  "He saw your butt?"

  "He saw everything."

  "That was a nice tip for him then."

  "And why's everyone fascinated with my butt?"

  "You have an incredible butt."

  "That's what Roger said."

  "Let's go get some dinner," he said changing the subject.

  When we walked past the desk, the clerk who was there when I arrived did
a double take. I could see he recognized me, and found it hard to believe
that I could actually look good.

  "I just got the Pretty Woman treatment again," I whispered to Greg.

  He glanced at the clerk then, loud enough for him to hear, said "He's
just jealous I have you and he never will."

  That made me feel really nice. Greg is such a great guy.

  We sat at the table in the hotel restaurant, and I looked down at all the
different utensils. "Before you ask, I already knew the difference between
a fish fork and a salad fork. A soup spoon from a desert spoon. Etcetera,"
I told Greg.

  He laughed. "I have no doubt you did, and wouldn't care if you didn't."

  See. He's a great guy.

  Dinner was wonderful. My mom isn't a great cook, so I enjoyed it a
lot. Actually, come to think of it, my mom isn't great at anything,
especially being a mom.

  Back in our suite, I dragged Greg into the bathroom. "Let's shower
together."

  "What happened to the shy little boy I once knew?" Greg asked as we
ripped off our clothes.

  "Julia Roberts took his place," I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

  He cradled me in his arms, his hands on my butt.

  "I should have got you a tie while we were shopping. But I'd have to find
a way to drape it over my butt crack like she did her vagina," I hinted.

  He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Does that mean... you..."

  "I think so. If you try not to hurt me too much."

  "I'll be right back." He zoomed out of the bathroom.

  I adjusted the water in the shower, and stepped in.

  "Where did you go?" I asked as he joined me.

  "I had to make a phone call."

  It seemed like a strange time to make a phone call to me. After all, we
were naked and getting into a shower together. What could possibly be so
important that it couldn't wait a few minutes.

  That was the best shower, EVER! Our wet bodies slipping against each
other. Kissing. Tonguing all kinds of places I didn't know could feel so
good. We soaped each other. Greg even licked my toes.

  Just as we got to the bedroom, there was a knock at the door.

  "That's Larry. Be right back."

  He tucked his robe around him and went to the door. I couldn't see
anything but I heard a man's voice.

  "Boss. I've never questioned you about anything, but what do you need
that for?"

  "I'll explain later," Greg said and slammed the door.

  He entered the bedroom carrying a bag. Dropped his robe on the floor, and
dived into the bed.

  He kissed me passionately again. "Are you sure you want to try it?"

  I smiled and nodded. He looked into the bag and pulled out a bottle, then
something that looked like a round rubber christmas tree on a base.

  "What's that?"

  "It's called a butt plug."

  I instantly knew what he planned to do with it.

  "Why would you want to plug it when I'm offering it to you? I thought you
wanted it."

  "I do. More than you can imagine. But I don't want to hurt you
either. This will help make it a little easier"

  He poured something from the bottle onto the plug, and I rolled onto my
stomach.

  Greg rubbed my back and caressed my butt cheeks. "Just try to relax," he
said softly.

  I felt him place it at my opening and add pressure. It entered easily,
and felt pretty good. Greg moved it slowly in and out, and I knew it was
going a little deeper each time. I knew from seeing it that it got
progressively fatter toward the bottom, so I could picture in my mind what
was happening back there. Soon I could tell it was stretching me a little
on each pass. It didn't hurt so I just let him play. Then Greg leaned down
and kissed the back of my neck. I felt him add a little more pressure, then
POP. My sphincter closed around the skinny part at the bottom. The plug was
inside me, and the flat base was outside.

  He rubbed my shoulder as I let out a grunt. "Are you okay?"

  I nodded into the pillow.

  He let it rest there a minute, then I could feel his fingers grip the
base, and pull. My muscle reluctantly released it, and I grunted
again. Greg pushed it back in and then out again. Each time I
grunted. After a few more times, I was starting to like it. My dick was as
hard as it had ever been.

  Then he pulled it all the way out. I was a little disappointed because I
was really enjoying it. I heard the bag rustle again, and glanced to see
Greg bring out another plug. This one was noticeably larger than the
first. He pushed it in, and the process started over. Only this time, I
could also feel it going deeper as well as stretching my hole. When he
leaned down to kiss my neck again, I knew what was coming. Then... Pop.

  I grunted a little louder. "Are you okay?"

  I nodded.

  He kissed my neck again. "You're doing really good."

  He pushed and pulled that thing in and out, sliding completely out, then
completely back in until my muscle grabbed the base. He picked up the speed
a bit literally fucking me with it. I was lifting my butt in time with his
movements. Then he stopped again.

  I heard the bag rustle, but didn't look. I didn't want to know what was
coming next.

  When it first entered me I knew it was larger. It continued to stretch me
even quicker that the last one. Soon it was almost unbearable, but I only
groaned. Greg seemed to understand and took time for me to adjust at every
wider stretch. If it weren't for the burning and stretching of my muscle
ring, I would have like the full feeling I was receiving.

  Again Greg bent to kiss my neck. I gripped the pillow case, and he
pushed.

  "OH SHIT !"

  "The worst part is over." Greg whispered and kissed me again.

  He pulled it out, which hurt almost a bad, then back in. Several times he
did this before he removed it completely.

  I heard the bag rustle again, and jerked my head toward it. God not more,
please. He removed a plastic bottle with a nozzle. "Go into the bathroom
and use this."

  When I read it, it made sense. I did as he said. When I sat on the
toilet, I just had to feel back there. What used to be my little pucker was
now huge.

  When I returned to bed, Greg asked, "Did I hurt you baby?"

  "Only a little," I lied. "Will it always be like this?"

  "No, I promise it will get easier."

  We snuggled and kissed a while. My erection returned.

  "I think I'm ready."

  "Are you sure you want to try this. We don't have to."

  "Yes we do. I didn't go through that for nothing."

  Greg put some kind of oil on his cock, and I spooned in front of him. He
scooted down a bit to get a better angle, and I felt his cock at my
hole. He kissed my shoulder as he applied pressure. My muscle gave, and the
fat head of his cock was inside me. It only hurt a little.

  Once inside, Greg wrapped his arms around me and started slowly taking
short strokes. My hole had been stretched, but for my insides, this was a
whole new experience. Not a bad one, just different. It hurt but it hurt
good. He suddenly stopped moving.

  "Why'd you stop?" I asked.

  "You're so tight, I don't want to cum too soon."

  I wasn't sure if I wanted him to cum or not. If he did, this would be
over. He hadn't steered me wrong yet, so I'll let him do the driving. When
he started up again, I could feel him going even deeper. Remembering the
tube experiment, I reached down for my belly. Shit! I could actually feel
him in there. Just above my dick, that fat knob was moving below the
surface. I also remembered how far in me he could go, and right now, he was
less than halfway in! And my dick was hard as stone. I pressed my hand
against my belly to gage his slow progress.

  Then I thought about his expression when he saw the tube on my belly. I
took his hand from my chest and pressed it against my belly. He stopped,
then withdrew a couple of inches, then pushed in again even deeper.

  "Oh My God. That is so fucking sexy."

  His pace quickened, and I was starting to get into it pretty good. Then
all of a sudden, I felt his cock throbbing, and warm wetness filled my
belly.

  When his orgasm passed, Greg kissed my shoulder. "You are so amazing. I
love you."

  I was wondering if it was going to hurt when he pulled out. But I didn't
have to worry about that right now, because Greg started moving again. He
hadn't gone soft, and now he was taking longer strokes, pulling almost
completely out then back in quickly. His hand was pressed firmly against my
belly, so he could feel all the action.

  All that cum must have lubricated my insides, there was less
resistance. I was getting fucked properly now, and I loved it. I lifted my
leg and pushed back at him, trying to get more of his cock inside me.

  "Oh... fuck me Greg. Fuck me hard."

  He unloaded inside me just as I had an orgasm. I didn't even know guys
could cum from that. I do now. Best orgasm of my life, so far.

  Our breathing returned to normal as we cuddled. "Are you okay?"

  "I'll let you know as soon as I stop seeing stars."

  His cock wilted and slid out of me. I realized I wanted it back
inside. Greg got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I must have dozed
off, the next thing I know, Greg is using a warm cloth to clean me up. I
opened my eyes, and that big cock is right in front of my face. I don't
understand why, but I reached up and stroked it lovingly. I think I wanted
it to get hard again so I could have it in me.

  When he crawled into bed and spooned me, I reached back and grabbed his
cock again. I just didn't want to let it go.

  "I can't believe you got all of that in me."

  "I didn't. Only about three quarters of it."

  Three quarters? Damn. I wanted to be really good for him. He's been so
nice to me, and I can't take much of it in my mouth, so I was hoping to
take it all back there.

  "I'm sorry."

  "You have no reason to be sorry. It was the most incredible experience of
my life. You were awesome. Absolutely perfect."

  He kissed me and pulled me closer to him. I felt safe in his arms again,
and fell asleep.

  I guess my hole closed up some overnight. In the morning, I slathered
Greg's cock with lube, climbed up on him, and tried to get him inside
me. It wouldn't go at first, and being desperate to have him in me, I
pushed back on it really hard. It popped in, I screamed and collapsed on
him.

  Greg wrapped his arms around me. "It's okay baby. We don't have to do
this."

  "I know. But I want to do this for you."

  Rocking back and forth on it, I was soon taking about eight inches [20
cm]. I wanted it all. I raised up, and tried to sit on it, but only managed
a little more.

  "Oh Jesus, look!" Greg said.

  We could actually see his big cock pressing against my belly from the
inside. I slid up and down letting Greg see what he was doing to me.

  "FUCK!!"

  Greg exploded inside me. I love feeling him cum in me. I know I did a
good job.

  I went to clean up and when I returned Greg asked, "Want to go to a movie
or something today?"

  "I haven't been to a movie in forever," I said smiling.

  We had breakfast in the hotel restaurant then went outside. Looking
around I noticed the ice melting quickly. There was little left in shady
areas. Then a long white limo pulled up. It was the same one from that
first night. The biggest man I ever saw got out and opened the door for
Greg.

  "This is Larry. My driver, bodyguard and best friend."

  I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you Larry."

  Larry's face suddenly changed, from pleasant, to Oh My God!

  That's when I recognized the name. Larry had been the one Greg sent to
pick up the butt plugs. Larry now knew they were for me.

  We got in the backseat, which was huge, and I said, "Larry knows."

  "Probably."

  "You don't mind?"

  "Nope. He's my best friend. I trust him completely."

  I couldn't concentrate on the movie. I knew that outside, the sun was
melting away my time with Greg. When we got out, there was no ice to be
seen. I was wishing for a strong north wind to freeze everything again, but
it didn't come.

  Back in the suite, Greg was on the phone again, so I gathered my things
together. I placed the clothes in two piles. Then sat and waited for Greg.

  "What's all this?" he asked when he saw it.

  "The ice storm is over, so you probably want me to leave now. These
clothes I've worn, but these still have the tags on them, you can probably
get your money back for them."

  "I see. Well, I bought them for you."

  "I'm on the streets, I don't have a place to keep nice clothes."

  "So, that's it then. You're just going to walk out on me?"

  "Well... I... you asked me to stay with you through the ice storm. I just
thought you'd like to get on with your life."

  "We still have that party tonight in the hotel ballroom. You wouldn't
want me to spend New Year's Eve all alone would you? Stay another
day. Please?"

  I put my arms around his neck. "I'm the one who should be begging to
stay," I said with a kiss.

  Of course one kiss led to two, which led to us naked in bed. Greg used
one of the plugs to open me up again, then I rolled over on my back and
drew my knees up to my chest.

  Greg got the hint, and leaned in to kiss me as he lined up with my
hole. It went in pretty easily, and soon I was enjoying a really nice
fucking. I could tell he was holding back though. I grabbed his ass and
tried pulling him in further. He was still hesitant.

  "Please Greg. I want all of you in me," I whispered to him.

  He raised up and looked at me oddly. Then he gave me a smile and kissed
me again.

  I put my feet on his back to open myself up to him completely. He
gradually fed more into me, until I could feel his pubic hair on my butt,
and that big knob in my stomach, passed my belly button.

  I tried not to make a sound as he pushed into me, but once he began
fucking me, boy did I make noise. He was taking long deep strokes, and I
was thrusting my butt up to meet each one. I had an orgasm, and Greg kept
going. I had a second one and Greg blew inside me.

  I was practically comatose as Greg raised off my limp body.

  "You might want to see this."

  I raised my head and tried to focus. There on my belly were three little
pearly drops.

  "Jesus Greg. You fucked the cum out of me."

  I'm not sure who was proudest. Me for being able to cum, or him for
causing it.

  "I've wanted to cum. I just didn't think I would have to take a cock
passed my belly button to do it," I joked.

  I could see a tear in his eye as Greg leaned in to kiss me.

  "Why are you upset? I thought you liked knowing what your cock was doing
to me."

  "Well, Yes. But it's not just that. It's that you knew what it was going
to do, and you did it anyway. You sacrificed yourself for me. No one has
ever done that before. After that tube experiment, you knew just how far my
cock was going to go inside you. The first time we did it, you didn't tell
me to take it easy on you. You were prepared to take the whole thing even
to your own detriment. Every time we've done it, you've sacrificed yourself
for me."

  He leaned down and licked up the pearly drops, then shared them with me
in a very passionate kiss.

  We were seated at a large table with several other people in the banquet
hall of the hotel. We were a little late arriving because we took to long
in the shower together.
  Greg looked really dapper in his black suit, and I looked better than
I've ever looked in my sport coat and slacks. I even had on a tie for the
first time in my life.

  Among the other guests at the table was a couple. The man was probably in
his fifties, balding, dumpy looking. The woman was twenty years younger,
big fake tits, bleached blonde hair, dripping diamonds from every place she
could. Obviously a trophy wife.

  Throughout the evening she'd make snide remarks, nothing too blatant, but
I was getting pissed.

  When Greg went to the restroom, she asked, "Is the gentleman your
father?"

  "No."

  "Uncle?"

  "No."

  "I think we get the picture," she sneered.

  "Lady we all get your picture too. And the difference between you and me
is, I'm getting eleven inches [28 cm]. What are you getting? Four [10 cm]?"

  Her husband pulled her to him and whispered something. I heard the name
Barton. Then the woman said "I'm sorry young man. I was out of line."

  When midnight came we all toasted the new year, I even had a sip of
champagne. I don't think I will get into the habit of drinking that. We
sang Auld Lang Syne, and Greg kissed me right in front of everyone. Not a
peck, full on lip lock. I thought trophy wife was going to drop her teeth.

  By one a.m. Greg was inside me again. The initial penetration is still
difficult, but I'm learning to accept him easier. And I'm not scared to
have him in me completely. My guts will just have to move aside for a
while.

  There were a couple of little drops on my belly again. So, I guess I'm a
cummer now.

  I woke up first, still wrapped in his arms feeling safe and secure. Two
things that had been missing in my life. I lay there waiting for Greg to
wake up, thinking about how I've probably overstayed my welcome.

  When he woke, I asked Greg about his plans.

  "I thought we'd drive back to Florida today."

  My heart sank. I was hoping he would ask me to stay another day or two,
maybe a year.

  "Oh. I see. Why drive, are you afraid of flying?"

  "No. But you don't have any identification so it would be difficult to
get you on a plane."

  "Me? What? So you're just going to kidnap me to be your personal whore?"

  "You're not a whore."

  "I know that, but everybody else thinks I'm your whore. Even at the party
last night. What if one of your business partners thinks I should be his
whore too? Like in that movie. He practically raped Julia Roberts. I don't
want to put out for anybody but you. Uh... I mean... I'm nobody's whore."

  He smiled a little, kissed my nose, then asked, "What do you think of the
name Bryson?"

  "What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

  "Do you like the name?"

  "Yeah... I guess. Why?"

  "Most people know me as Bryson G. Barton. The G is for Greg. Only two
people call me Greg. You, and my mom. Actually, when I was young, she
called me Greggles. Still slips out of her once in awhile."

  "Sweet story. But what the hell does that have to do with me being your
personal whore?"

  "Well, no one would think you're a whore if your name was Bryson
G. Barton Jr."

  I'm sure my expression was one of shock. I couldn't utter a sound.

  "Come with me to Florida. I've got the paperwork started, it should
arrive about the same time as we do. I promise you'll never have to whore
for anyone. At worse, you leave me, and live on the streets of Florida
where it's warm year round. Stay with me, and I promise you'll never want
for anything."

  "But... What will you tell people? All of a sudden you have a son."

  "You were with your mother. I have a reputation of being a playboy. No
one would doubt I have a kid somewhere."

  "What about Larry? He knows."

  "It will be just another secret on a very long list that he knows about
me."

  Just then there was a knock at the door. Greg didn't bother to cover
himself and went to the door.

  It was Larry. "You said you wanted to get an early start."

  "Yeah. Throw everything in suitcases. We'll be ready."

  "We?" Larry asked.

  They entered the bedroom. It was obvious I was naked as was Greg. It was
obvious we were naked together in bed.

  "Larry, meet Bryson Jr," Greg said, then added "That is, if he says yes."

  I could read the questions on his face. I got out of bed and strolled
over to him. I turned around slowly letting him see everything.

  "What do you think Larry? Am I worth it?"

  Greg was busting a gut trying not to laugh.

  Finally Larry found his voice. "Stunning. I wish I could find a girl with
an ass like that."

  "There's not one. And this one is mine," Greg said.

  "I can't say I blame you. He's gorgeous," Larry allowed.

  "So, will you come with me?"

  "Can I see my mom before I answer?"

  "Yes of course."

  A crowd of kids had gathered behind the limo as we slowed to a stop in
front of the house on Fordham. Even Jamal, a wanna be gangsta, was staring.

  "That kid has been a pain forever. Always picking on me mostly because
I'm white. He's riding the bike he stole from me six months ago. I built
that bike from scraps."

  "Did you hear that Larry?" Greg asked

  "Yeah. On it boss."

  Larry's hulking figure exited the car. If that wasn't enough to scare
Jamal, he also flashed the holster hidden under his jacket. He opened the
door for me and there was a collective gasp as I emerged.

  "Oh. Hi Jamal. I see you found my bike. You can have it, I won't be
needing it anymore," I said patting the side of he limo. "Larry stay with
the car, there are a lot of thieves around here."

  "Yes Sir."

  I didn't recognize the two people passed out in the living room. There
were needles, burnt spoons, and baggies all around. I found mom in the back
bedroom with her pimp.
  A boy should never see his mom naked especially after years of drugs and
prostitution. I looked at the pimp's dick and had to laugh. Greg's was
bigger.

  "Mom." I tried to wake her, but she didn't budge.

  "Mom!" I said shaking her foot roughly.

  She raised her head but never really focused on me.

  "I'm leaving, Mom."

  I don't think she even knew I was there. Probably didn't know I had been
gone for four months. I wanted to tell her I love her, but it would have
been a lie.

  "There's nothing for me here," I told Greg when I got back in the car. I
didn't even feel like crying.

  "Does that mean you'll come with me?"

  "Absolutely anywhere. Did you drive here from Florida?"

  "No. This car is a rental. I'll send someone back with it later. I have a
bigger one than this at home, and three other cars you might like."

  I hit the intercom button. "Larry. Take us home."

The End
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