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Not to disappoint anyone, but this story still falls under the heading of wank-media

All the usual disclaimers apply. Tread with caution. The story below was first published 3 years ago in a different forum and it has been re-written. This story does not discuss the theories of nurture or nature. It is not a portrait of flamboyance. This story explores the natural occurring femininity in a boy. He has done nothing wrong, he just is. More importantly, this story is about a guileless boy's existence in a world that is perplexed and sometimes even hostile to something both alien and vulnerable in their midst.

The Boy Who Wasn't

by Chance  all rights reserved

Topanga Canyon

Josey went out, picked up a small pizza and brought it with him back to the room. His mom had already gone. He figured that Barney must have picked her up. There was a note on the table.

Josey, Here is our new phone number.”

It was hastily scribbled on the paper. He looked up and saw the olive green telephone sitting on the floor next to a stack of cardboard boxes.

The note continued. “Barney and I are going out to eat and then maybe dancing. I'll be home around midnight.”

The thought of seeing his mother dancing with Barney made him sick. He quickly turned and distracted himself with something else. Josey picked up the phone and punched in the number.

"Yeah, who is it?"

"It's me, Josey. I just called to see what you're doin."

"Hi little girl, how are you this evening?

"I'm ok."

"I'd like to get together with you but I got stuff to do."

Josey felt let down. He wanted to see Clark while his mother was out with Barney.

"Are you sure,? I really want to see you."

"I want to see you too."

There was a long pause. Josey was nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

Clark's calming voice continued. "Ok, I'm gonna be busy until around 4 am, can you sneak out and meet me?"

Josey gave a sigh of relief. "Denny's, down on Sunset. It's open all night is that ok?"

"I'll pick you up there."

~

It was an ideal time to sort through his mother's possessions. He looked through a stack of old photos. He had done it before and was looking for a picture that might be his father but found none. There was a picture of himself when he was a baby sitting on his mother's lap.

He thought, God, I looked like a girl even when I was a baby.

His mother had put a bow in his hair and combed it to the side. It was a moment of personal reflection.

He went back to the box of his mother's sexy panties and sorting around, he found something at the bottom of the box. Reaching in he lifted out a cream colored vibrator. He twisted the bottom ring, the battery was dead. He held it close and examined it and tried to imagine his mother using it. If she had, she probably would have taken it with her into the bathroom. Not wanting to think of her in that way, he imagined himself using it.

The girlish boy was tempted to put it into his mouth pretending that maybe it was Clark's big dick. He knew that it was nowhere near as big. Josey lay down on the bed and lifting his legs he began to penetrate himself with it. He thought about Clark wanting to be the first to fuck him. He closed his eyes and conjured up the image of Clark over him like a great shadow, naked and hard about to penetrate him. Pulling his legs back as far as they could go, he slipped it in and out of his ass. He wasn't sure when it would happen but he knew that now he wanted it to happen,..and he wanted Clark to be the one to do it.

~

Josey woke up just in time to hear the key in the lock. He quickly hid the vibrator. Jennifer stumbled into the apartment. She was laughing and talking nonsense.

She was drunk. "Oh God, Josey, help me, I am so fucked up!"

She flopped down on to the bed and was talking and laughing into the pillow. Josey pulled off her shoes and helped her take off her party slacks. He didn't mind taking care of her.

"Mom,... mom! do you need anything?

She was already curled up with the blanket over her. "Wha.., No Josey, I'm ok."

He got her some aspirin and water knowing that she would feel like shit in the morning.

"Here take these."

He held the glass for her while she gulped down the pills and then settle into bed.

An hour later she vomited into a plastic tub and Josey took it into the hallway bathroom and cleaned it.

He didn't mind. It felt good to be needed and to be useful. Josey loved his mother.

At about 3:30 am, Jennifer was passed out. Josey dressed and then slipped out the door, down the stairs and out onto the street. He was very excited. He was going to meet Clark.

~

Clark's Black car turned from Wilshire on to the ramp leading down to the Pacific Coast Highway.

Do you like carry that gun all the time?

Clark kept his eyes on the road. "Yeah, most of the time."

"Why?"

He didn't answer.

"Why?"

"Cause I need it for work."

"What kind of work?"

He momentarily turned his gaze to Josey, looking a bit cross. "Little girl, this is not shit that you need to know other than, I keep people in line. Now no more questions, ok?"

In spite of his uncertain occupation, Josey felt so safe, so secure when he was with the man.

The car turned off the highway and began traveling up the canyon road.

"Where are we?"

"Topanga, I've a friend who won't be home for 5 or 10 years and I use his place sometimes."

~

There was nothing indicating a house on the side of the road other than a mailbox post. A set of wooden steps and rock slab led down off the road and then, further down into the canyon.

"Josey, You'll like this place."

The house was white, round, stucco sort of tower with a conical red tiled roof. It was old, still in good shape but on the verge of falling into disrepair. It had a fantasy quality about it and Josey was thrilled. It was perched onto the side of the canyon with a rough, hand cut deck that went completely around it.

She ran up to Clark, tugged on him and laughed. "It's a castle from the olden days!"

He unlocked the door and pushed it open. It was dark and musty inside.

"Sorry, the lights are turned off."

Stumbling in the dark, he sorted blindly in some drawers until he found a box of candles. He lit one and the small place went aglow. Everything inside was white adobe with dark wood work.

"I think it was built in the thirties."

Josey took the rest of the candles and put them around the room. There was a comfortable bed pushed up against a large window. Clark kicked off his shoes and they both settled into the bed. They embraced.

The man drank from a small bottle of vodka and heaved a sigh of relaxation. Josey reached for it and cautiously tipped the bottle to take a sip. He grimaced and then took another.

"Yeah, that stuff 'll make you into a real whore. I like that sort of thing just don't drink it all."

Josey half choked and handed the bottle back to him.

He lifted his feet one at a time allowing Josey to undress him.

Being naked together exaggerated the differences between the two. Clark was strong muscular and just a bit hairy. He smelled strong too. It was a smell that was rare in Josey's life but he found it incredibly intoxicating. The girlish boy didn't seem to have a single hair on his slender, featureless body. He climbed over Clark as he lay and took hold of his stiff cock, tugging and stroking on it.

Laying back with his head on the pillow, he said in his calm masculine voice, "Sit your pussy right down here.” Clark pointed to his tongue.

In the same calming voice he said, “Now relax so I can get my tongue up there.”

~

Up to this point Josey's idea of love was very different than what was happening to him at that moment. He imagined love to be romantic like the fantasies out of books or movies. It was like what Jennifer, his mother was hoping for to make them a home, but men came and went and it just never happened.

Jerking off was dirty, exciting and ultimately for Josey, a bit confusing. But he was just a creepy boy living with his mother in a run-down room in Hollywood.

But then, Clark was interested in him. His like for him seemed so genuine. He was patient, incredibly self-confident and very much a man that needed and wanted to get off. Clark was merging Josey's childish romanticism together with his own animal desire. It was a potent brew and it would change Josey forever.

To Be Continued

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