Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2003 20:14:44 +1200 From: arthur Subject: Tigerman Part 6 TIGERMAN Part Six By Arthur The next ten days were taken up mainly with trying to educate Peter and Ivan in the ways of the street. Fore took great delight in dressing them in the most revealing clothes he could find for them. Fore's explanation to them, when they asked why, was given in his usual manner. "Cause I want to see your bods." The obvious embarrassed looks on the two young cops had given Fore and Stewart many good laughs but in the end Fore explained it all for them. "You have to be comfortable with who you are and what you look like. I want others to think that you're used to this or they'll know that something's not right." Terry, once he found out that the two new boys had seen the weapons, continued to teach Fore and Stewart how to defend themselves with the, as he put it, "Tonka Toys" and now that everything was out in the open between all five of them, he allowed Peter and Ivan to join them in his range for practice. At last Fore thought they were ready and as he told Terry it was their last night here he could see the look of disapointment come over the wrinkled features of the old cop. "Fore, promise me one thing, ok?" "Sure Terry, what?" "You and that boyfriend of yours, will come back and see me when all this shit is over and done with." The sudden thought of what they were all about to do hit Fore at that moment and he reached for Stewart and pulled him close. "If everything goes good then it's a promise Terry." Without another word Fore and Stewart surrounded Terry's waist with their arms and hugged him close. A sniffle and light touch of wetness on Stewarts head told him that Terry was having a hard time letting them go. He looked up at the older man and with a glance at Fore, reached up and kissed Terry on the cheek. "We'll be back, you're not getting rid of us that easy, besides, we haven't got your sheets dirty yet." The light touch of humour was all Terry needed to ease the pain inside him as he held the two boys close. Terry looked at Peter and Ivan as a last tear slid down his cheek. "You bring my boys back safe and sound or I'll kick your arses all the way to Africa." Silence settled over the five standing in the reception area. The air was electric with an underlying tension of loss and a subtle feeling of expectation. "Come on you lot, time for dinner, I've got something special for you as a going away present." The four young men followed Terry into the kitchen where the table was set for five. Terry signalled Fore and Stewart to their usual chairs and then reached into the refridgerator and took out a bottle of white wine. Pouring out the golden wine into each glass he sat at the head of the table and looked at 'His Boys' With a final nod of his head he started to talk to Stewart. "Stew, I've had a couple of letters held for you, they were passed on to me by Nate. He asked me not to do anything with them until this was all over but I think you should know about it now." Stewart looked at Terry with an inquisitive eye. "Nate's been looking after things for you as far as the insurance on your parents and tidying up everything with the lawyers. Stewart, your Parents have left everything to you as would be expected. Now the insurance company and the bank have settled the mortgage and any other outstanding debts and by the time that was all taken care of there wasn't a lot left. You're not broke but there's not a lot left for you to live on, I want you to think about selling the house and investing it so you can keep going for a while. I know It's not really my place to tell you all this but both you and Fore are 'My Boys' as far as I'm concerned anyway, I feel it's my job to try to help you but the final decision is yours." "I don't know Terry, I mean I'm only 15, well nearly, I just don't know about all this stuff." "Ok Stewart, look let it stay as it is for now, get this other business out of the way then come back and we'll have a chat and if you want I'll try to help." Stewart nodded his head and again the tears began to fall as the final realisation hit him full force that he was now alone. No one was there to make all the decisions his parents made for him. A small tightening of Fores arm around his shoulders told him that, NO, he wasn't alone, he had his boyfriend, his lover and teacher to protect him. The comfort of that brief hug slowed the tears. Terry then turned to Fore. "What about you street boy? what are you going to do after all this shit is finished?" "What you mean Terry?" "You and Stewart, if you're going to look after him you can't do it on the streets now can you?" "Well no, I guess not." "So what are you going to do, you'll have to be the strong one for both of you, that means you'll have to support both of you as well and you can't sell that little ass of yours with Stewart waiting at home for you." "I guess not, shit, shit, shit, I just don't know Terry, I'll just have to hope something will turn up for us." "Ok, well I want to make you an offer to think over. As you know I've got no one to pass this Motel onto. Since you boys have been here you've made me feel 20 years younger, if I had two boys like you I could not have been happier, so what I'm proposing is this. You get those sons of bitches off the street then come back here and let me train you to take this place over. It'll mean you'll have to go back to school, well polytech at least, and train to be able to manage this place. You do me proud and I'll make damn sure it's yours, both of you." "But,but,but.....Terry I'm a boy hooker, I sell my ass on the street, you're an ex cop, what are people going to say about you?" "Don't care what they say, this place is mine, bought and paid for, I decide who's going to get it no one else. Hooker or not I know you and Stewart would never let me down, to me that's worth more than a couple of narrow minded opinions of people who should know better. Now you in or not?" "I..I..I..yes...but only if Stewart is in with me. Babes, what you think?" Stewart looked up into Fore's eyes and with a small nod and a big smile buried his head into Fore's shoulder. Fore looked at Terry and gave him the biggest shit eating grin he could come up with. "Terry, as Arnie says, We'll be back." "Good, now boys a toast. Success and long life to 'my Boys' and may the gods smile on your coming work and life together." Five glasses raised up and, apart from Stewarts slightly screwed up face as the first sip of wine in his life passed down his neck, they all copied Terry's words. After the toast dinner settled into it's usual form as it had since all four had joined Terry. Fore and Peter kept up a continual stream of small insults and light hearted banter as the meal was eaten. Terry had at most times kept his silence and just sat and watched the byplay. The feeling of family made itself felt again as he looked over 'his two boys'. Fore, the outgoing and cheeky one with the strength of the streets, Stewart, the quiet contemplative one with the idolising eyes and soft tenderness for Fore. Stewart was the one that would be the glue that kept these two going when the times got tough, his hidden strength would come out when Fore needed it. When the morning dawned the four were standing at the office as Milly, in a mufty car, pulled up beside them. "Well how's my hookers today?" As usual Fore had a reply for her. "Looking for a sexy driver to ravish." "In your dreams little boy, now get your lovely little butt in here and lets go. Everything is set up and we've moved to a new place near where you suggested. We've got a small flat for all of you. Yuch, how you'll be able to live in that dump beats the hell out of me." Milly looked over the four boys with a critical eye. Peter was dressed in a very tight pair of cutoffs and one of those short tee shirts that showed off his navel. The word 'Sexy' passed through her head. Ivan was in blue jeans that would have to have been sewn onto him, they showed every muscle in his long lithe legs and a bulge that made Milly smile at the sudden thought of what may be concealed there. "I'm not going to ask you two where your weapons are concealed." Peter and Ivan gave Milly their impression of tomatoes as they clambered into the back seat. Stewart was the surprise for Milly. She had never liked the baggy look of the new fashions with the crotch of the jeans hanging down round a boys knees and the waist line showing off the top of underpants while the jeans seemed to hang onto their hips with nothing more than a prayer, but Stewart was something else. His slimness and innocent looks were pushed aside by the wife beater tee shirt and the cheeky look of red boxers showing above a very small butt. The jeans seemed to call out for you to delve inside to see it all. Milly could feel a small blush on her cheeks as the thought flittered through her head. Fore had changed his leather look for skin tight jeans like Ivan but had only a leather waist coat opened at the front to show off his caramel coloured chest. Over this was a long flowing light weight coat. Milly didn't realise the long coat was to hide what Fore had nestling against the small of his back and that Stewarts baggies were to make it easier for him to get to his little surprise as well. The clothes looked well worn but clean, they said to everyone 'Street kids' which was just the effect they were looking for. The boys settled in the car as Milly started up and with a wave to a very sad and worried looking Terry, pulled out into the morning traffic. Milly's ability to read the rush hour traffic astounded the boys as she easily weaved,ducked or dived through the mayhem that was early morning traffic. Thirty minutes later they were pulling into the yard of a run down Factory situated only minutes from Sinnet lane. "Nate wants to talk to you guys first then you can amble round the corner to your flat." The boys got out of the car when it came to a halt, Nate and Brian were waiting for them at a tresle table near the back of the open factory floor. Nate smiled at the sight of Fore and Stewart as they got out but them took another look at the two young school boys getting out of the back seat. "Who the fuck are they Fore?" Suddenly recognition took over. "Bennet, Simkins, what the hell have you done, you look like school boys?" As was the fashion, Peter spoke up for both of them. "Fore thought it would be a good idea for a dye job and new style, you like it Hun?" Nate spluttered at the obvious invitation in the sound of the voice. As soon as the shock wore off he smiled and with a nod of his head he gestured to the wooden chairs around the table. "Well Fore, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, two of our cops are total hookers, congratulations, you've done a great job. Stewart, did Terry have a talk to you?" "Yes Nate, everything is ok and thanks for looking after everything for me." "One last thing Stewart, Ive asked the coroner to keep the bodies of your family safe until after this is over so you can have a proper funeral for them. I know you'd want to be there, it's only natural but we can't take the chance while this is all going on. You ok with that?" Tears brimmed to the surface in Stewarts eyes at the thought of his family laying in the morgue waiting for his final goodbye. Fore's intuition took over and he reached for his lover and pulled him into a close hug until the tears slowed. "It's ok Babes, I'm here, I'll keep you safe." With a final snuffle Stewart stepped back and took a seat but the devotion to Fore was plain on his face, even through the sadness. "Thanks Fore, I...I'll be ok now." Nate knew that they had to get down to business. "Ok guys, now what I've got organised is that most times either Brian or myself will come around the streets in a darkened car and pretend to pick you up for business. When this happens it will give you a chance to report anything to us, the rest of the time we'll have to depend on your locators to keep track of you." Fore spoke for the group. "Sounds ok to me Nate, as long as you don't pick us up to often no one will get suspicious." "Good, Now Brian rented the flat and has paid three months in advance, he let it sort of be known that he had four boys working for him and that they were coming from up country to live in the place. As you said Fore, the word got round pretty quick that four sluts were coming. Sorry about that word but that's what's being said on the street." Nate smiled before he went on. "Seems Brian somehow got the reputation as being a pimp for boys, had two others ask him if they could work for him." The four boys looked over at Brian just in time to see a large blush come over his face, Fore, as usual couldn't resist. "Hey Brain maybe you'd be my pimp when this is over, you get to keep 70% you know." Brain took a half hearted slap at Fore as they all started to laugh, breaking the tension that had been building. Nate looked around before going on. "Ok, Bennet, Simkins, you ok with what you have to do?" "Yes Sarge, Fore told us everything we needed to know, we'll be ok. Ahm....Sarge?" "Yes Bennet?" "Uhm...what about the boys.....uhm....toys?" "The.....Ahh.....yes well I don't know anything and nor do you....ok?" "Ok Sarge, no probs....Hun." "Ok, Bennet, that's enough out of you and your boyfriend, now get out of here and Brian will show you the flat." "B....b....boy....fr...friend?" "Well that's what you and Simkins are pretending to be...isn't it?" "Oh yeah, I see what you mean, Sorry." With a half smile on his lips Nate watched the four boys being led out by Brian, the half smile on his face was at best interesting. "Pretending...yeah right." When the five reached an old brownstone building that had seen better days, well it had seen better days thirty years ago and was now only waiting to die of slow decay. An old man stood in the entrance way with his arms across his chest, a half burnt cigar in his mouth. His vest was grimey and had a large hole near his belly, his trousers were circa 1950 and hung on his swollen belly tied with an old tie for a belt. His unshaven face was craggy and bored. He grunted at Brian as they came up to where he stood as though on guard. "This your sluts then?" "Yeah, these my boys, no one touches them unless they talk to me first, got it?" "Yeah, yeah, I know, just make sure there aint no fucking in the room with Johns, ok?" "Fuck, what I paid you they can fuck where ever they like, as long as I get my cut, you just make sure no one gets near them without my ok, got it?" The manager mumbled into his chest as Brian led the boys up to the second floor. After looking around to make sure no one was listening Brian spoke to them. "Sorry guys this place is a rat hole but it's the best we could come up with." Fore looked at Brians discomfort and then spoke up. "It's ok Brian, anything is better than a dumpster." "Dumpster?...you haven't...?" Fore looked Brian in the eye and gave a small nod. "Out of the rain is out of the rain for us guys Brian." Brian unlocked the shabby door and they entered their home for the next three months. It was one single room, in the far corner was a small area with a shower stall built into the corner, the metal tray was covered with a green slime and the curtain that seperated it from the rest of the room was torn and brittle. A rickety table with two wooden chairs sat under a single window that had a ragged curtain flapping in the light hot breeze. The floor was covered with old vynal and a rag of carpet sat in the middle for a mat. In the oposite corner to the shower was a small bench with a cracked formica top and on that sat a single ring electric cooker that was covered in old stale grease. The room was completed by two worn musty sofas that folded out into beds. The only good thing was a small but old 20" TV sitting on the edge of the bench. Stewart noticed half a dozen 4" nails hammered into one wall, it's paper covering had been torn and shredded by years of neglect. A shudder went throught the bodies of the three boys but Fore just looked around and told Brian what he thought of it. "Good, it's perfect Brian, I like the nail wardrobe, lucky we don't have much to hang up. Does the TV work?" "Yeah, it's an old one I had at home, thought you might need something." "Yeah thanks Brian, you guys have done it right, this is just the sort of place we would be living in." Brian handed Fore an envelope. "There's cash in here for you to go shopping for food and anything you might need, better keep it hidden in a good place I don't trust that prick down below." "Yeah I can see why." "OK every thing set, there's no food here so one of you better go get something in, I don't know how you'll get on, theres no fridge in here to keep anything fresh." "It's ok Brian, we'll only have coffee and such here, all the street boys eat at cafe's and things." "Right, how long for you to settle in and when do you want to start out there?" "We start tonight Brian, it wouldn't look right if our pimp let us sit around for a day so we have to be out there tonight. I'll take the boys to Blonde's for dinner before we go out so you can catch us there and we'll set you right about where and what we'll be doing then." "Ok, then I'll let you all settle into your....ahm...palace. see you all at Blonde's" Fore looked down at two cardboard cartons sitting on the floor as Brian let himself out the door and they heard his solid footsteps going down the old creaking stairs. "Right love birds, lets get unpacked, what side do you two want Peter?" "Either is good Fore." "Ok, Babes is this side ok for you?" Fore gestured toward the newest of the two sofas, that's to say it was the one that had the least damage and smelt less than the other one. Stewart still stood in the center of the room with an awe struck expression on his face. The memory of his tidy warm bedroom came flooding back to him, the tidy clean house he had grown up in, the loving parents and even his to brattish sisters made it hard for him to understand anyone living in these conditions. A soft voice whispered in his ear. "It's ok Babes, it's only for a short time then we can go back to Terry, it has to be this way or everything will come undone, ok?" "Ye...yeah...ok." A small sob escaped his lips as Fore took him in a hug. "How did you ever manage to live this way Fore?" "Babes, compared to some of the places I've had to put my head, this is pretty good, now don't worry, I'll be here with you all the time." Stewart could not get the feeling of a little boy lost, out of his mind. The feeling of hopelessness pervaded the room from every corner, how anyone could live here was beyond his understanding. Twenty minutes later and the two boxes had been unpacked and their meager possesions were hanging on the nails and the sofas had been opened out to air a little. The bed linen and old worn blankets were sitting still folded on the end of the beds. "I think we better let the beds air a bit before we make them up. You guys stay here while I go get something to snack on and some coffee stuff." Fore had rummaged through the bottom of the bench in the corner and had come up with and old alloy saucpan that had been bent on one side to form a sort of spout, the only other thing under the bench top was a crusted grease covered fry pan. Fore had thrown it back out of sight with disgust. "I may be a slut, but I'm not a dumb Slut, fuck cooking anything in that, it would kill a horse." The others stood there nodding their heads in agreement. "Ok I'm off, should be back in a few minutes, there's a shop just down by the corner." "You want some company Fore?" Peter had stepped forward as Fore got ready to leave. "No it's ok Peter, I'd feel better if you were both here to look after Stewart. I know the street so I'll be ok." Peter left it at that as he watched Fore's back disappear through the door and heard his light footsteps going down the stairs. Ivan moved over to the TV and switched it on, turning it so that they could all see it from the sofas. He flicked through the channels until he found the best of a bad lot and went back to put his back against Peters chest and feel his arms come around his body. Ivan looked at Stewart and with a somewhat embarrassed look at him sighed in contentment. Peter could see the lost look on Stewarts face at the disappearance of Fore and with a murmer in Ivans ear reached up one arm. "Come over here and keep us company till he gets back Stewart, I think we all need a little bit of close up stuff just now." Stewart hesitated at first but his need for someone to hold him won out and he felt himself lean into Peters open arm. Ivan reached over and ran the back of his hand down Stewarts cheek in a gesture of friendship and understanding. Twenty minutes later they heard the patter of light steps coming up the Stairs preceeded by the aroma of hamburgers and fries. Fore entered the room with a bang of the door and a smile on his lips, the food bag in one hand and a plastic shopping bag in the other. Taking out the hamburgers and fries he passed them around but only after kissing stewart on the forhead and smiling at the three of them on the musty sofa. The TV was playing some kids program that no one was watching, but the need for some kind of sound in the dismal room was needed for their comfort. Fore put the plastic shopping bag on the bench then joined the others on the sofa to eat after he had removed a large bottle of Coke from the bag along with four plastic cups. "That dirty old bastard propositioned me just now." "What'd you tell him Fore?" Peter lifted and eyebrow as he chewed the burger. "Told him the truth." "And what was that?" "Told him he couldn't afford me." Fore's laughter rang out and the others relaxed for the first time since entering the dingey room. It was just the tonic they needed to relax and Fore in his usual wisdon had seen it from the moment he had returned. Peter asked him. "So what's in the other bag?" "Got some stuff for breakfast, the milk will only keep for one day but we can get some as we need it, couple of plastic bowls, these cups and some cleaning gear as well as bath stuff. That should be enough to keep us going, don't want to spend to much dosh or it'll look suspicious." Fore and Stewart had gone to sit on their own sofa and as they finished the burgers and fries, washed down with second helpings of Coke, they nestled into each other as they let the food settle. The TV murmered on in the back ground. Fore looked over to the others. "You sure you two will be ok tonight?" "Yes, I think we will, you've told us everything we need and we got it off pat, We're still a bit nervous about going out there for the first time but we'll just have to get over it." "You'll both be ok Peter, the nervous look brings some of the Johns on at times. They think it shows that you're a virgin, gets them all hot and bothered." Fore chuckled as he saw the look on the faces of the two oposite him. "Don't worry about it, just remember what I told you about pricing yourself out of the market, most of the Johns that come down this way are not into the big money so you should be ok." "Ahm...what if someone wants to take us up on it though." "Like I said before, go with him and when you got him alone flash your card at him and tell him he's under arrest then get hold of Nate so he can be kept out of the way so no one knows we're here." "You really think that'd work Fore?" "Hell yeah Peter, most of the Johns are married so they don't want anyone to know about them, check their hand for a wedding ring, that'll give you a clue how you can play it." "What if there's no ring?" "Well as the blind man says, 'if you got to cross the road, make sure you're stick is in your hand'." Fore's laughter became infectious as the others joined in with him, his twisted sense of humour had got to be a big part of why Peter and Ivan enjoyed his company so much. Peter had found it somewhat of an enigma that such an outgoing boy like Fore with all his experience, had fallen so much in love with a quiet and withdrawn boy like Stewart, but then who knows where love will strike. The afternoon began to wane as they finally decided that the sofa beds were not going to get any better and made them up ready for their return at the nights end. "What time we going for dinner Fore?" "About 8.00 I think is good, the Johns don't come out much before tenish so we got plenty of time." "How you going to handle it out there with Stewart by your side, like if someone wants you to go with them?" Fore glanced at Stewart with a questioning look. "Fore, you do what you have to, I know you love me and that anyone else is just business, I can hack it ok, remember we are doing this for all the boys out there. Just keep in the back of your mind that I love you more than anything else, I'll always wait for you." For almost the first time Peter and Ivan saw tears in Fores eyes as he pulled Stewart close to him and kissed him with such passion that they both started to show a bulge at the front of their jeans. "Babes, it won't matter what I've got to do. I'll always come back to you, you have my heart all the time and forever, no one will ever take that away from you." Stewart reached his lips up and again kissed Fore with more passion than he ever thought he had inside himself. Fore leaned back to break the lip lock. "Don't forget Babes, if I have to go with someone then make sure you go and stand with Peter and Ivan till I get back, ok?" "Yes ok, but what if someone wants to talk to me.....like....a....John?" "Do like I said and tell him he has to talk to your pimp first, that'll put them off, they don't like to have anyone else know their business. If they insist then give them the mobile number for Brian, he should be able to sort them out. Look Babes, don't worry as soon as you mention a pimp they will run, I know how they think so I'm sure it'll work for you." "Ok, but what if one of the Tigermen turn up while you're not here." "Do like I said, don't stand close to any car, if you cant see their face or the backs of their hands just do what I told you to say. Use any insult you like they know what we're like when we don't want them, they'll expect you to be pretty sarcastic if you don't want them." "Ok, but.....well...it's hard for me to...well talk like that, I mean I've never been into swearing and things before." "Babes, keep this in the back of your mind for me, those pricks out there want to kill you and me if they can get me, anyone you don't like the look of, just tell them 'fuck off' and walk back to Peter and Ivan. You have to do this Babes, I need to know you're safe for me to be able to work it right." "Ok Fore, I know I have to do this, it'll be ok I'm sure, I'm just nervous about it yet is all." "Yeah Babes I know, I was like that at first, but I know you can do this, inside my sweet one, you're as hard as nails, believe me." Stewart smiled at Fore and with a glint in his eye said. "I don't know about inside Fore but something outside is getting that way." Fore glanced down at Stewarts bulging crotch and pulled him closer to kiss him with total abandonment as Peter and Ivan took the chance to taste the last of the hamburger on each others lips as well. 8.30pm found the four boys sitting in the back booth at Blonde's cafe waiting for their last meal before hitting the dark streets and the sinister work they had set out to do. When Blonde had appeared to take their orders he had looked at Fore and Stewart before exclaming. "Fuck me boy, where you been for the last two weeks, I see you still got that cutey on your arm. Is that what you been up to, teaching him the ropes?" Fore smiled up at his old friend. "Sort of Blonde, this is Peter and Ivan, new boys to the area." Blonde stared right through the pair and then said something that almost shocked them. "You two ain't street boys I can see that, but you do a good job of covering it up, just make sure my boy Fore doesn't get in deeper than he should." "Wha...wha..." "Close your mouth boy, got my flies to think of, don't want to loose any down that trap you got flapping open." Fore looked up at Blonde and smiled at his old friend. "How'd you tell Blonde." "Shit Fore, I been around to long to not spot a copper, others won't see it, you done a good job on them but I've always been able to smell them out, don't know how or why just one of those things." "This is all QT Blonde." "You tied up with the rumour about going after the Tigerman?" Fore just stared at Blonde and said nothing. "Right then, you be bloody careful my boy, the place won't be the same if your nice little ass can't come in here any more. Now what you going to eat, same as usual?" "Thanks Blonde, yeah the same as usual will do." "Ok, four specials coming up, and Fore?" "Yeah Blonde?" "Look after that cutey, I might decide to go for a boy one day and he would do just fine." Stewart realised that it was the first time he had heard Blonde laugh as the old man went back to his kitchen to get their meals. The four sat in the booth and when the meal arrived they took their time eating as it was going to be a long time before they got to have some time to sit around. The rest of the night would be a long drawn out wait. Ten minutes after the meal was finished Brian arrived for his run down on the nights events. He lsitened intently as Fore explained everything to him and stressed the need for him to keep his mobile switched on all the time. They all decided that it would be a good idea for Brian to accompany them to the street and make some sort of threat out loud enough for others to hear so that he would have a cover if he ever had to make an appearance some time. The walk down to Cumberland street took only a few minutes and then with his prearranged parting shot Brian left them alone. "You little fuckers have my money tonight or your ass is grass when you come home, got it slags." The four boys nodded their heads and to anyone watching they h ad a look of fear in their eyes. "Right then get to it fuckers." With those words ringing down the street Brian stormed off toward the distant end of the street and the waiting car. Fore lifted an eyebrow and smiled at the others as though to say 'Perfect' The four boys split into pairs and took up positions about thirty meters apart and just on the edge of a street light so that they could be seen but not clearly enough to be identified. The first car came into view no more than ten minutes later, cruising along slowly as the driver looked out both windows searching the known shadows. It pulled to a halt twenty meters down the street from the four boys and a very young lad of about 12 came out of the shadows and aftera couple of words jumped into the car which took off quickly into the night. Fore leaned over to Stewart and spoke to him quietly. "That's Chicken Hawk, he like his boys real young, Bobo is almost at the top end of his age range but he's such a good sucker that he gets taken by Chicken Hawk a lot." "Do you know all the Johns out here Fore?" "Not all of them Babes, just the regulars, a lot of casuals come through here at times, this's a pretty well known pick up place." Stewart so much wanted to snuggle up to Fore but he knew this was not the time or the place, while it was ok to have a close friend out here it was almost taboo to have a boyfriend with you. As much as many of the boys on the game would have liked to have a boyfriend, they also knew it was a pretty forlorn hope for most of them and that any closeness they were going to get would be from the Johns just before they took their cum down their throat or in their arses. As the night wore on more and more cars came cruising by, some stopping to pick up a boy and others just cruising to see what was around. Fore was a fountain of information about the different cars and who was in them, the only time his eyes narrowed and his breathing got quicker was when a car he didn't know came by. At about 1.00am a car pulled into the curb beside Fore and Stewart, the window went down and a man of fifty or so leaned over to look at them. He was dressed in a fancy suit but his red face told of his drunken state as well as the body odour from his large, fat, sweaty frame. Eyeing Stewart up and down he lifted his head in a signal to come over to the car. Stewart looked at Fore and with a bravado he didn't feel ambled over to stand just back from the door. The man began to speak and going by his slured words he had had to much to drink. With no introductions the man asked Stewart. "How much to fuck you in the ass boy?" Stewart tried not to let the harshness of the words affect him. He straightened up and with a smile he didn't want to use, answered the man. "I never been fucked before, you going to use rubbers?" "A fucking Virgin, out here, come on boy you got to be pulling my chain." "No Sir, this is my first night out here so no ones fucked me before." "Fuck me, a real live virgin, tell you what boy, you let me ride your ass bare back and when I've finished I'll give you any price you name." "Sorry you got to pay up front, my Pimp says so." "You're pimp, not fucking likely boy, I don't mess with pimps. What about this being just between you and me, name your price and I'll pay it soon as we finish." Stewart could feel Fore's eyes on his back just in case he had to step in to help. Stewart decided he might as well play the part so with a deep breath he let it all out. "Fuck off you stupid fucking piss head, you think you can bust my cherry and not pay up, how fucking stupid you think I am fuck wit?" The fat man went three shades of red as he spluttered and then let out a bellow as he tried to get out of the car. Stewart took a step back and then felt Fore flash past him, the glint of somthing metal in his hand. As the man stood erect Stewart saw Fore's right hand close to the mans neck, in it he had an old fashioned cut throat razor, it was resting against the mans neck. With a voice like none that Stewart had heard before, Fore warned the man off. "You heard my little brother cunt, you want me to carve my name on your neck then don't get back into your car, now fuck off cheap skate." Fore's actions had made the man sober up very quickly and as a large wet spot appeared at his groin he nervously got back into the car and with a last remark drove away. "I'm gonna get the cops down here on you slut boy." Fore smiled and returned the razor to his back pocket as he led Stewart back to where they were originally standing. Fore dug Stewart lightly in the ribs. "Babes, that was brilliant, you handled him just right." "Where did you get that razor?" "Oh that, it's nothing, most of the kids carry something for defense, Babes you got to be prepared out here, that prick was just after someone for nothing, he dresses fancy but his car gave him away." "How so?" "Babes if you're as rich as he tried to make out, you wouldn't be driving a ten year old jap import." "Ahh, I see now." "Look Babes, most of the guys that come down here won't spend more than $100.00 and thats if you go all the way and get fucked by them, that's the reason I told the other two to ask the higher prices if someone went after them. Most of my Johns are call outs, I only work this street now and again for a bit extra so I don't have to take anyone I don't like." Stewart stood beside Fore thinking over what had happened, he chanced to glance down toward the others and saw them relaxing back against the light post as they saw he was ok. The night continued on until the first glimmer of dawn showed itself over the surrounding buildings and with a heavy sigh Fore called them together. "Well that's us birds for the night, you guys ready for breakfast?" They all agreed that their back bones were now shaking hands with their navels and with that they left the street to walk back to their new home for breakfast and a well deserved sleep. During the remainder of the night they had had a few cars pull up and ask them for sex but the high prices they quoted soon made them unpopular with the normal crowd of Johns and they went home with a feeling of being dirty. When they had closed the door to their flat, Fore saw a folded paper on the floor where it had been pushed under the door. It was from Brian. 'Fore, call me at 2.00pm for report. Brian.' Fore showed the note around and as Ivan got the coffee ready Stewart filled the four bowls with cereal, topping them off with plenty of sugar and filling the bowls to the top with milk. They all sat there silently as the night sank into their tired brains, only Fore seemed to not be affected by the rigors of the night. "Well fellow hookers not a bad night, Babes told a guy to get fucked, you guys got propositioned a lot and I had a good time watching my Babes grow up, quite a successful night in all." The three boys groaned at Fores cheerfulness and with an unspoken agreement let fly at Fore with a pillow each. Fore ducked both Peters and Ivans but then stood still while Stewarts hit him full in the face. As the pillow dropped Fore looked at Peter and Ivan then smiled. "Wooses, only my Babes can lay one on me." His answer came in the form of another two pillows, which of course missed him as he whirled around behind Stewart and wrapped his arms around his Babes. "Protect me, protect me my Babes, those horrible cops want to hurt me." Stewart was not going to be any help as he collasped with laughter into Fores strong arms. The room was soon a very noisey place as the four of them went into histerics at Fore's little boy voice. After another coffee each the two pairs settled down onto their sofa beds and were soon dead to the world, each snuggled closely into the one they loved. TO BE CONTINUED: