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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

A Dark Power

When Josey was sure that they were back in the house and had stopped looking for him, at least for the moment. He creped along side of the house and reached into the bedroom window to retrieve his backpack where he had hidden the100 dollar bill that Clark had given him. Josey took off, walking down Olympic Blvd towards Venice.  It was getting cool in the California night and all Josey had on was a thin tee-shirt, cotton shorts and sneakers. He felt like a hunted and desperate animal.

The Venice boardwalk, usually festive was closed up tight at night because of roaming gangs.  Unlike today, there were phone booths everywhere and every time Josey saw one, he stopped to call Clark. He finally settled on Denny's Restaurant.   Ordering a meal, He finally broke the 100 dollar bill that Clark had given him. He didn't want to but there was no other choice. He thought of his mother Jennifer and imagined that he could fly up in the sky and rescue her from Barney and his sons but he was a weakling and probably was a coward. 

He thought for a moment and then said again softly to himself "But I'm not a scumbag."

Time dragged by so slow until the waitress kept looking at him as if to say, You've eaten, now get the hell out of here! 

She leaned over at him and sternly said. "Can I get you anything else?"

He ordered dessert.  It was some kind of stale cake.  He didn't eat it.

At each turn, Josey went over to the phone booth and called Clark. It was so feudal.

He started looking at the Starlight Motel across the street and though that at least he could stay warm and watch TV.

The man at the desk said, "Sorry, we don't take unaccompanied minors."

Downtrodden, Josey said, can I use your phone?

"Sure."

Josey put 2 quarters in and Clark answered.

The boy just broke down and started crying.

Clark had to break in. "Hold it together, tell me where you are and I'll pick you up."

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The black car pulled around and the small pale figure climbed in the passenger side.  He placed his head in Clark's lap and sobbed. 

He turned the car towards the beach and stroked Josey's blond hair. "Ok little girl, I'm going to give you a few minutes and then you're going to pull it together and tell me what's goin on.

After a few miles up the coast he sat up and tried to dry his eyes. 

Clark looked at the boy and softly said. "Josey, you haven't the slightest idea how incredibly beautiful you are."

Aside from his momentary emotional break-down he gave Clark a puzzled look.

The man brushed his cheek. "You really don't, do you?"

It was difficult and frustrating for Clark to get it out of him but He got the gist of his situation. 

"Just for the record, where's does this Barney work, maybe I can make his life miserable?"

"Um.. He owns Walsh Laundromat Repair Service in Culver City.

Clark kept his eyes on the road.  "Josey, my little girl, I've heard all these stories before. You aren't telling me anything new except life is fucked-up. There's nothing more to it.  The only thing that counts in life is money, then sex, then pleasure and happiness and how to get it without getting caught."

He looked over at Josey and said, "That's all there is to it, so get away from the bad things and go after what makes you happy and everything else is just,....”dust in the wind."

Josey had never had anyone tell him the realities of life before. 

Looking up at Clark he said, "But what if you're trapped and you can't get out?"

Without looking at Josey he said, "Trapped?  How can a pretty thing like you be trapped?  I can't believe that there is anyone who doesn't want to get into your panties.  That in itself, is power you can't buy.  It is a gift that came from God or more probably the Devil himself. Somebody told you you're nothing and you believed them and I am here to tell you it's a fuckin lie."

Josey went on to explain his dire situation. He started to cry because he couldn't explain things coherently.

"Josey, it's just practice for getting along in life. I think you are doing pretty good. Granted you got dealt a shitty hand but so far so good."

Josey sought shelter under Clark's arm just as he made turn to go up the canyon road.

Holding on to him the close physical contact let the man's warm and comforting voice resonate through his body.

He calmly spoke. "You don't know it but you possess a dark power." There was a long pause.

Josey broke the silence." What do you mean?"

There was another very long silence until finally,  "Josey, I can make things happen and I am sorry but most of the time they are awful things and once they happen you can't take them back and there are consequences that need careful thought."

Josey could not realize the gravity of what Clark had just told him. He was silent for long while. 

Clark went on. "In the mean time, be strong. It's no good if every time you get into a difficult situation someone comes along and bails you out. It's ok to be a weakling in bed but not out in the street."

~

Clark turned the key in the door and clicked on the light. Josey looked at the compact living/bedroom that comprised the main room of the small round house. 

"I had the lights and the water turned on and some cleaners showed up to make the place tidy."  

Josey was in awe. He hugged Clark.

"You know what?"

"What Josey?"

"You know what, I like it in candle light better. It is how I remember it's and how I dreamed about it."

"Suit yourself Princess, there's more candles, and while you're at it, take off those clothes."

Clark kicked off his shoes and pulled a pint of vodka out of the freezer. "Get naked and humor me.  I've had a hard few days and I need to be soothed and played with."  

They both crawled onto the comfortable bed that had been spread with new bedding.  Clark gave a sigh of relief and Josey cooed with delight. He cuddled the man.  

"Clark,"

"What,"

"Clark,"

He looked a Josey curled up in between his muscular legs, stroking his already hard cock.

"You can do anything you want to me. When I am with you I am not afraid."

He lifted both legs offering his hole to him.  Clark liked Josey and this was just the sort of behavior that pleased him. “Do me a favor, don't be too careful wiping your asshole. I like it that way.”

He pushed The boy's legs back further and used his tongue. He poked, probed and saturated it. He called it his pussy. Josey reached back and tugged his backpack closer and then produced the vibrator he had stolen from his mother.

"Now you're talkin.  Josey, you and me are going to make some real progress tonight."

He used the smooth vibrator to open him up and get him used to being penetrated. Clark had no desire to perpetrate a physical trauma on Josey so this was a necessary step. He had animal qualities and using his tongue and spitting into the boy's pussy gave him immense pleasure. It was a timeless exercise that he did not tire of.  After a bit, they re-positioned.  He sat back and Josey lowered himself in front of him.

"That's right, sit yourself down on it. Do it slowly taking as much as you are able."

Josey was straining and looking into his eyes. He was letting Clark's stiff cock go way up inside.

Clark gave out a brief laugh, "Josey, what kind of face is that? I promise you will love this and want it from me more than anything else but it takes a little time."

He held the boy by his waist. His cock was moving just slightly but it was all the way up inside of him. They were looking into each others eyes.  

"Josey, I don't have to do anything to cum.  I can will it to happen and I am going to christen your ass now.  

His cock strained inside of him and then strained again and again until he was flooded with Clark's warm fluid.  There was an intense tremor that seemed to go through both of them in waves that slowly subsided and then, it was over.  

They lay together with Clarks arms around Josey.

His cock never went soft, it stayed entirely stiff and when Josey started to slowly disengage, Clark held him. "Not yet, jerk yourself off first. I want you to feel my cock up your ass when you cum."  

It was quick and Josey's thin cum peed out all over his chest.  "Well I like that, next time aim for my face."     

It was only after he dismounted that Clark's syrupy cum ran all down his legs in a messy torrent.  

"Sorry, I was savin it up for you".

~

In the corner, not so far from the bed was a small adobe fireplace built into the wall. Clark put in a few pieces of wood and started it.  They shared some treats and Clark drank his vodka from the pint. 

"Here, have just enough to forget about all the assholes in your life and enough to want my big dick in your mouth or pounding up your ass."

Josey stayed close to him so that their bodies were constantly touching. He didn't like Vodka but drank a little.

"What are we doing?  When do I have to get you back into town?"

Josey shrugged his shoulders.

Clark studied the boy for a moment." Well I'm not taken you back to night, I still have more fuckin to do and at least one more in the morning but considering your situation why don't you give them a scare and go back in a couple of days."  

Josey gave him his smile."I like both."

Clark looked at him. "Like both?"

"Yeah, your big dick in my mouth or way up my ass."

They laughed and crawled back into bed.

~

They had been asleep. He felt Clark fondling and fingering his ass. The room was dark, the fire had gone out and the only light was a misty gray light from the large window.  It made everything in the room into a black silhouette.

Clark's cock was big and hard and hot.  He rubbed it on Josey's face and then pushed it into his mouth.  Josey was erect too. Curiously, they had become anonymous to each other and the only thing that mattered was animalistic sex.  It was like a vivid, filthy dream that was so compelling that it was beautiful.  He lay on his belly and pushed his ass up high to meet the dangerous dark man behind.  Lavished with spit he began to penetrate the boy and then began a hard and serious fuck.  He moaned and cried out but stayed in place. The man growled and grunted and lorded over him.  >From above the little house was isolated and except for the trafficked road at the top so no one even knew it was there. The boy had been set upon by a vicious beast who was fucking him hard and might even kill him before he was done.

~

The two slept until late afternoon, then rose to bathe and eat.  Clark seemed just as enamored with Josey as before but Josey was intoxicated with Clark. 

"Over Clark's instant coffee and Josey's orange juice, he said. "You can do anything you want to me, anything."

Clark smiled, nodded approval and said, “I intend to.”

"Little girl, you need a trip to the Mall. You are wearing shit clothes and it says your mother isn't looking out for you."

"She can't help it. You know, we were homeless for awhile."

"Well that's a big plus for you Josey, you can't get pregnant.  That's where your mother fucked-up.  I'm not sayin that the world isn't a better place with you in it, but your mother fucked up and she did it again when she married that asshole,..but that is none of my business."

"She always loved me and she never put me down and when I started turning girlish. she's always loved me no matter what."

Clark put on his shirt. "Alright little girl, let's go to the mall."

To Be Continued

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