Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 10:25:13 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Billie Joe's Journal 17

Billie Joe's Journal
Chapter 17
Lullaby Boy's In Blue

	I don't know why I wanted to be in Ty's arms, but it seemed right
at the time.  The texture of his skin was beyond any softness skin had
given me until then. He held me gently, as if I were fragile as if he
cared.  Our nakedness kept me awake most of the night.  I thought a lot
about sex -- wanting to have it with Ty.  I was attracted to him in a big
way!  A few hours before he had scared hell out of me, and now he was my
protector.  Life is confusing.  He seemed so relaxed and slept so soundly
that I finally drifted off to sleep.

	The sun was shining in the window, lighting it all around.  The
curtains were thick but they couldn't deny the day.  Ty slept on, and I
once again let my fingers stimulate him back up to the size I remembered
from the party hotel.  It was then he moaned and rubbed himself up my leg
and onto my stomach as he pressed his body against mine.

	"You are fucking with trouble, kid," He said, his eyes still
closed.

	"I thought you said you weren't interested in sex any more."

	"When I'm dirty and grubby and feeling like shit, I'm not.  Now I'm
clean and shiny and you're getting me turned on."  He opened his lids and
glared in mock menace, causing me to smile and take matters into my own
hands.

	"I'm sorry.  I like holding it," I said casually, as if I held
strange dick every morning of my life.

	"So do I."  He glanced down. "Quite a dick I got, huh?  It's the
best part of me.  We can take turns.  I'm not selfish with my pride and
joy.  I like sharing.  Even the most particular boys want to get their
hands on it once they get a peak at it."

	I stroked him a couple of times and he moaned into my chest.  I
used both hands and he moaned some more while watching my ministrations.
He held his balls and the bottom of his shaft as I used my hands near the
top.  His hips rolled it up through my fingers.

	"I'd love to fuck you," he said.

	"Don't even think about it."

	"Just a thought.  Good way to break the ice, but I think we better
get up."

	"Why?  It's just getting good."

	"Because you don't want to get it up the rear end.  I'll just waste
a load with you pulling on it that way and I might should save it for a
score this morning, you know, or this afternoon when they start circling
the blocks looking for a prize like mine.  Got to take advantage of being
clean and rested. Don't want to give away a freebie right now.  I could get
to liking giving freebies to you!"  He grinned "But business before
pleasure in this world."

In bed, we could be face to face and I could visit his clear dark eyes with
ease.

"I got money," I said after thinking about his words for a minute. "How
much to keep you here with me all day?"

"I don't want to get to liking that, Billie. Can't be giving nothing away
you can be a sellin'. You are not business and I'd never take your
money. I'm rested and clean and need to make hay while the sun shines.  You
need to hold onto your money."

	He stood beside the bed and yawned and stretched.  It sagged just a
bit And hung to within six inches of his knee.  His thighs were long and
thin.  They absolutely shone in the light coming in around the
curtains. His color was breathtaking, like a shiny piece of fine mahogany,
each line cut deep and with perfection.

	"Thanks," he said.

	"For what?"

	"The room.  Sleeping with me.  I like you."  He looked hard into my
eyes like he was looking for something inside me.  "A lot?"


"Feeling's mutual, but you still can't shove that thing up my butt no
matter if I like you a lot or not.  Won't fit. No way Jose."

	"I'd make it fit.  I'd make you love it while I made it fit.  Might
take a couple of days but you'd never go back to white boys."

	"That's what worries me."

	He jumped back onto the bed and we wrestled for a few minutes.  He
acted as if he was trying to get it on my ass but he never really did.  He
got up again to stretch and he stood looking at himself in the mirror.  He
flexed the tight muscles that rippled the entire length of his body.  There
wasn't any fat on him.  He was very thin at the shoulders and waist but
every muscle pressed against the skin to show off.

	"Damn nice looking nigger, don't you think," he said, turning to
admire his magnificent ass by running his fingers down over the tight hard
cheeks.

	"Damn nice looking man," I said.

	He shook his head and went back into the shower.  He stayed and
stayed like the night before.  I wondered if he thought he could get clean
enough to wash away what he knew from the street.  What he'd seen.  What
he'd done.  I wonder about stupid stuff sometimes.  Thinking about him
trying to wash it all away made me want to cry. How could someone like Ty
not have someone that cared about him?

	The street was moderately crowded at noon when we hit it.  We ran
into Harvey, Don, and Gene at the bottom of the block.  Harvey did his
usual, running out in front of cars, waving like he was nutso.  Then acting
like he was real normal when he got to us.

	"You better hang low, dude.  Fucked that guy up, Ty.  Broke his
jaw.  The cops came and cleaned out the mattresses.  Took me in.  I was too
fucked up to run."

	"What did you tell them, Harvey?" Ty asked, pressing Harvey against
the wall with his face against his and his hand knotting up his shirt at
his neck.  Harvey looked like a toy against Ty.  As narrow as Ty's
shoulders were, he completely covered Harvey's body with his.

	"I told them the truth.  I ain't gonna lie to the man.  I told him
they was up there making a drug deal.  Some big nigger, twenty five or
thirty, was selling them crack.  He tried to rip the black dude off.  The
black dude stomped his ass.  I just told them what happened.  I told them I
thought I'd seen the guy dealing down on Market, but I heard he was an
L.A. Blood."

	"Thanks, Harvey.  Sorry I couldn't help you.  Thought I should help
the kid here.  You know the routine, he's a fucking virgin on this street."

	"Good thing you got him out.  They'd've had his ass on a bus he
stayed there.  Almost got Gene and Don.  They went up and over the roof.
That Gene's a fuckin' mountain goat.  Cops couldn't follow them.  Don was
carrying his pants.  His ass was hanging out from what I hear. He beat 'em
this time."

	"How you doing, kid?" Harvey said, without being able to see me.

	"Okay," I said.

	"You seen this boy's dick.  Man, he's got one for the ages! Biggest
on these blocks."

	"Shut up, Harvey," I said.

"Yeah!  Shut up," Ty echoed.  "I don't need you advertising to no kids for
me.  I only do men.  Not boys.  I'm not like you.  Doing everyone."

	"Shit!  You know you're proud of that thing.  Biggest one on the
block, I can tell you that for sure.  You're the man, Ty.  Where'd you get
so clean, boy?  Look at that fucking hair. Damn, you look good."

	"Motel.  Econo.  Kid sprung for a room.  Barney had a buddy that
needed caring for.  We got a week on account I took care of business while
you guys were laid up there doing each other."

	"Can we shower.  Just Don, Gene and me.  We'll keep it quiet,
Ty. You know how dirty that hotel is, and besides I need to wash the stink
of that jail off me."

	Ty looked at me without speaking but I knew our options.

	"I don't care.  As long as you don't get us thrown out."

	"It's cool.  Barney don't mind a few extra pretty bodies.  We'll
have to cut it off after them. I don't want Sharon up there.  She'll want
to bring her tricks along.  I can't deal with that," Ty said. "She'll bring
those jocks right to us if we don't keep her out."

	"I've seen some of her tricks!  I don't want to see any more," I
said.

	"Fucker could punch," Harvey said, holding his jaw. "Did you see Ty
put that dude down? Whomp! That sucker was history. He was a bad dude,
Ty. He was going to get him some little boy hinny."

	"Not any more he ain't bad," Ty said, and laughed.  "Not any more
he don't fuck with no little kids. Not on my street he don't."

	Gene and Don hugged themselves each to an arm in a silent
appreciation for the guardian.  They didn't need to say anything because I
knew how they felt about Ty's courage. I felt the same way but I didn't get
an arm. I thought of hugging something else but shook that out of my head
when I was jostled by a group of walkers who got me off my fantasy.

We went to the diner and ate.  Ty put up ten and I put in ten and there was
change and two crumpled dollar bills from the other three.  We all got
pretty full but I knew that wouldn't last.  We stopped and I bought donuts
by the dozen to take back to the room.  Ty said he had business and told me
to take the guys back for a shower.

Barney looked out through the glass as we passed.  I thought he was going
to say I couldn't take them up, but he called Harvey over and jingled his
pockets at him.  Harvey followed him toward the office boys.

"You boys go ahead. Barney's got something to show me," Harvey said.

	Gene turned the television on right off.  The snow was a little
less dense. The blizzard was over and the flurries were on.  Don lay back
on the other bed with his shoes on and his hands behind his head.

	"Thought you guys wanted to shower," I said.

	"See, Gene.  Told you he'd want to get us out of our clothes. He's
one of us all right."

	"Fuck you, Don."

	"Do you want me to shower first," he said, "maybe wash my back for
me. I usually get the new guys first."

	"Fuck you," I repeated realizing it was a dead end I was going
down. "Ty's already been there."

	"Boy's got a set of lips on him," Gene said, pulling on the front
of his pants while looking at Don.  "You ought to take him up on the shower
thing. You don't I will. Boy can suck the fuzz off a peach without
disturbing the skin."

	Don jumped up and grabbed Gene from behind trying to wrestle him
out of the chair.  Gene just sat staring into the tube but he was smiling
from ear to ear.  Don went around him and sat on one of his legs and
started to rub the bulge in his pants.  Gene spread his legs and continued
staring into the screen.

	"Fucking little kid is talented," Gene said.  "We never did get
done last night, remember.  Fucking cops broke it up just when I was going
to nut.  Still haven't done it, Don.  I've been saving it for you.  Maybe
we can work something out here.  Maybe I'll just wash your back for
you. Don't slobber on my pants."

	Don slid down between Gene's legs and put his mouth on the front of
his pants while Gene talked. After a couple of minutes of silence, Don
stopped, looking up at the face of the other boy.

	"You're all talk," Don said. "It ain't but half hard. You don't
want nothin'."

	Gene got up and stripped as we watched television.  He was hard as
a rock when he pulled off his pants and underwear in one motion.  He pulled
them down to his shoes and socks and pulled them all off at the same time.
He sat two feet from the television jacking himself off.

I had watched Gene the night before.  He seemed to always be stroking or
pulling on himself.  Don leaned on his arm and watched the older boy's
technique intently.  His cock was thick and red but I could see it a lot
clearer with the lights on in the room.  He had a small patch of reddish
hair around it Even his hand didn't fit all the way around it. The same
smell of sex I smelled in the boarded up hotel I now smelled in the motel
room.  My own lust was rising just looking at Gene.  I focused on the
television but sex never left my thoughts.

	There was a knock at the door.  Harvey slipped in and closed it.

	"Boy never quits.  Did you ever have any other toys Gene.  Damn
thing gets bigger every day. Don, take him in the bathroom and do your
thing. You don't I will. Barney got me all worked up. Fuckers got a dick on
him. Nothing like Ty.  Fat though. Come on Gene. My dick'll be hard all day
I don't do something."

	"He's mine first," Don said, grasping Gene's balls so as not to
interrupt the stroke he was on. "Gene knows who gets him off best."

	"Go for it, I just finished up fatso," Harvey said.  "I don't want
him anyway.  He never says when he's going to cum. Just does it in my
mouth."

	" 'Cause I don't know. Guys hang on it and hang on it and then it
does it. Not my fault. You get what you ask for, so quit asking," Gene said
gruffly, never letting up on what was now a double time stroke.

	"Come on. I don't complain. You do it your way," Don said, taking
Gene's hand so he had to stop with the jerking off for a minute. "Don't
waste one."

	Donnie pulled Gene's shirt up over his head and threw it on the
floor.  He stood behind Gene and rubbed his shoulders and chest and then
hugged him from behind and felt his cock.  Harvey stripped down to his
underwear and laid on the second bed.  I tried to watch what was on
television but I didn't even know what was on for watching the boys.  Both
of Gene's hands went into action as he stared at his on cock. It made a
slapping sound as the skin covered and released the big red head.

	"Let's take a shower," Don said, pushing from behind. "Don't waste
it Gene."

	"I don't know, Don.  I'm almost ready now.  I don't want to stop
when its so close.  I'm still working on last night, remember. Let me fuck
you and I'll think about it."

	"Okay! Okay, whatever you want. Just get it lubed up good so it'll
go in this time."

	"I don't know. I just might go ahead and pop one right here," Gene
said, speeding up to an exaggerated motion and quickness but there was a
mocking quality in his voice.

	Don moved to Gene's side and smacked Gene's cock head with one
quick motion, "I'm ready for a shower.  Come on!"

	"Oh, damn, you broke it. Oh, fuck! You little shit. Why'd you do
that? Ouch! That smarts."

	"I said I was ready for a shower.  That means I'm ready," Don
ordered like a Marine Drill Instructor.

	Gene was a foot taller than Don once he stood beside him but Donnie
was bigger in the body than Gene. His dick looked obscene on his thin body.
His skin was white as snow and his nipples and dick were shades of reddish
and pink almost as dark as his lips.  His arms were like pipe cleaners and
the only body hair I could find was the inch above the five pounds of meat
that now looked red and raw. Don grabbed a hold of it, pulling Gene with
it, guiding him into the bathroom as Harvey laughed loudly and I watched
amazed as the younger boy took control of the older.

	Harvey was snoring ten minutes later when the shower finally
started to run.  I could hear laughing and giggling above the sound of the
water.  I stared at the television and dosed off wondering what was going
on just a few feet away.

	I woke up with Harvey pulling the covers down on the bed.

	"What the fuck you doing?" I growled, not being that horny.

	"They're using that bed . I want to sleep.  I was up all night with
the pigs.  Move over will yeah?"

	Harvey had taken off his clothes and slid down under the sheet with
me.  He threw his arm across my chest, snuggled close, and he was snoring
before I objected to the intimacy.  The lights were out and Gene and Don
seemed to be sleeping in the other bed.  I supposed they'd been in the
shower until then but there was no way to know.  I drifted back off to
sleep.

	We watched music videos and ate jelly donuts when we woke up.
Donnie worked on the cable connection for an hour and he finally got a
clear picture with the wrapper off one of the condoms they'd used. He
popped back into bed and up against Gene to watch the product of his labor.

	"Great picture. I'm a genius."

	There was a knock at the door, and Tony and Tim were waiting
outside.  They pushed in past Harvey as he stood naked with eyes all but
shut from his perpetual doze.

	"Damn!  I need a shower.  Glad you guys got a room," Tony said. "I
was going to have to go home."

	"Who's in there now?"

	"No one, but I'm next," Harvey said.  "You and your boyfriend have
to wait until I'm done.  Don't worry.  No one suspects anything about you
two. Just stick to that straight story and don't drop the soap Tony.  I
think I've seen Tim watching that tight little ass of yours."

	"You want you should get your lights punched out, fag boy?" Tim
asked, stepping around Tony with his chest swollen up like some overfull
tick. "Just because I let you suck my cock don't mean I'm queer."

	"Cool it.  You guys want to fight take it outside.  I'm keeping
this room," I said.  "Besides, who pays any attention to Harvey? He's all
lip."

	"Not all," Harvey said, wagging his dick at me. "Don't you need a
shower Billie?"

	"No!"

	"We'll wait for Harvey to finish if it's okay.  We can shower at
the same time," Tony said, ignoring Harvey's suggestion. "We're friends."

	"I heard they caught Donnie last night," Tim said. "How'd you get
out so quick?"

	"No.  They went over the roof.  They know how to get away from that
place easy," Harvey yelled from the bathroom. "They got my ass on account I
was so fucked up."

	The shower ran constantly and Bryce and Gil showed up a few minutes
apart.  I was sure Sharon would show up but no one had seen her.  Tim and
Tony went in at the same time and closed the door.  They were the first
ones to think of privacy.  As quick as they came out Bryce and Gil went in.
I was wondering, did everyone do everything in pairs in Frisco?  It was
almost in the same combinations as people teamed up the night before.

	Harvey sat leaning back in the chair watching music videos and the
other boys slept like rocks scattered around the room.  I stepped out onto
the balcony and felt the cool shade on my face.  The afternoon sun shinned
on the other side of the building.  I breathed in the fresh air and thought
about which way to go.

	I tried not to think about the guys I'd become associated with.  I
knew what each of them was like.  I saw what each of them liked to do the
night before and what I didn't know from then I had learned in the motel
room.  I knew what each of them looked like naked.  I thought about being
in one of those beds with them taking turns with me, all but Harvey.  I
pulled my crotch and hurried past the window where I knew Barney would be
watching the comings and goings.  I wondered what it would be like to let
some stranger suck my dick just because he wanted to and just because I
did.

	I wanted to stop thinking about sex but the longer I was without
someone to hold me, the more compelling the images in my brain were.  I
thought about which one I would like it with best and which would be the
most fun to do it with.  I crossed up into the gay district with my hands
stuffed deep in my pockets, watching my feet as I waked, thinking about the
boys I knew.

	I went back to the diner for more coffee.  I walked for another
hour and stopped at each of the streets where Earl had told me to stop.  I
went back in the diner as the afternoon was starting to darken.  I sat and
drank more coffee. I thought about the motel room while wondering what I
was missing.  I really didn't want to do anything with any of them but I
wanted to watch them do everything with each other.  I wanted to see Gene
sliding that fat tool into little boy Donnie.  It seemed impossible to me
but they said it wasn't a problem for the two of them.

	I drank my coffee and stood up.  I felt closed in.  I dropped the
appropriate change onto the table, and the big man in the almost clean
apron Nodded unmoved, looking at me under his eyebrows without humor in his
face.

	I walked up the block.  I hadn't crossed Haight yet.  I knew the
name from tapes I'd seen about the hippies and acid freaks of years ago I
heard the street signs were often missing.  Everyone wanted to remember it,
and they took a piece with them when they could.  I knew not to go to
Golden Gate Park.  Earl warned me most about that place.  It was where the
street kids died several times a year, but they still went anyway but not
me.

	"Hey, kiddo," Ty said.  "I was looking for you.  They said you just
went out some time.  Went to the diner. You weren't there.  What's up?"

	"Nothing. Just thinking."

	"About what?"

	"I don't know."

	"I think about that a lot.  There's a free concert tonight.  Up in
the park.  Couple of bands are playing.  Want to go with me?"

	"Sure, but I thought that park was dangerous?"

 	"No.  Not when there's something going on.  Everyone will be up
there.  It will be happening tonight, Billie."

	"What about the room?"

	"Only Tim and Tony were there when I was there.  They were
sleeping.  Everyone else has gone.  It's cool.  They know not to fuck up
when we have a room.  Tim and Tony are cool anyway.  They don't do tricks,
so it makes them okay.  Tim would kick ass to keep it straight for us. He's
straight but he's cool about us."

	"Harvey said him and Tony were? He's straight? He looks straight."

	"You can't believe anything Harvey says," Ty laughed boldly before
he went about straightening me out.  "Tim is pretty protective of Tony.
Maybe they do, maybe they don't, not for me to say.  What do you care if
Timmy's doing Tony or not?  Is important that you know things like that?"

	"I don't know. I think about it.  I don't understand why a tough
guy like Tim would be with a nice looking boy like Tony.  It's odd if they
aren't doing it.  I mean if they are it makes perfect sense to me.  It's
just all too confusing."

	"Then we'll just say it makes perfect sense.  You see, if you think
it through, it all makes perfect sense."

	"How do they survive, Ty?  They're such nice kids, so young.  How
can they make it on the street?"

	"Some don'ts.  We take care of each other.  We argue, fight, and
act like fools, but then we take care of each other.  Doesn't matter how
bad or good or white or black you are, we don't let no one fuck with us."

	"I saw them doing stuff with Sharon?"

	"Tony and Tim?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Yeah, they take care of each other two.  Sharon's got a heart of
gold but no sense at all.  She requires a lot of attention.  Tony and Tim
give it to her.  She always has cash and she makes it easy on them for
making it easy on her."

	"Yeah, but I saw them doing stuff together while they were with
Sharon is what I mean."

	"So, more clues to answer all those nagging little questions."

	"So how does a guy like Tim find out he likes a guy like Tony?  He
was at Sharon for a long time.  I mean there was no doubt he was into it
but he was into with Tony a couple of times too."

	"Yep!  Sex is sex all right, kiddo.  They wouldn't even look at
each other the first couple of weeks.  Now they cross the line from time to
time in front of us.  They know we're no threat.  I think Tony's gay.  It's
just the way he looks at Tim.  Watches him.  Tim bosses him around at times
but he doesn't take offense.  They get along all right."

	"I still don't get it but it's cool."

	"That's okay.  You don't have to get it as long as they do.  Let's
walk up to the park.  The bands will be setting up at dark.  We can look at
the shops to waste time.  I can look at all the stuff I'm going to buy when
I score big.  I got a guy wants me to do a film for him.  Says a couple a
hundred to take a dude and a chick around the world.  I think I'll like it.
Money sounds nice, you know.

	"I scored twenty this afternoon.  Glad I didn't let you ruin me for
the day.  I'd never've left that room if we got started with each other.  I
mean I wouldn't have left you at all.  You put crazy ideas in my head, kid.
I can't be getting tied down with no skinny ass white boy, but you are
looking better and better all the time, Billie.  Don't let me be getting
hooked on you, Billie."

	"Could you?"  I asked, giving away my heart with the sound in my
voice.

	I looked up at him trying to figure out what he meant.  I mean I
knew the words he used but I never knew when anyone was serious or joking.
I couldn't get heated up like Tim and want to jump someone about it but I
still felt like I should know when people were joking with me, like Harvey
was joking with him.  I wanted to think I knew when someone was giving it
to me straight but Ty simply smiled his easy smile and let his long arm
drape over my shoulder as we walked.  He smiled and mussed up my hair and
kept looking down into my face, like this was such a good thing for him.
He kept his hand on my shoulder as we walked and our bodies eased together
in a natural dance that made my heart flutter and my dick hard, and then
there was the way he kept looking down at my face.

	"You wear a strange size shirt, I bet.  You're body is so long.  It
must be hard finding clothes to fit.  Where do you get them?"

	"Big & Tall Shop when I got some money.  This one came from a
trick.  A guy that took me out.  He wasn't nearly as big as me in the arms
but I roll the sleeves so as you can't tell they're way short.  It's just
extra long arms, fifteen neck.  The sleeves are never long enough for these
arms.  You can't buy forty inch arms off the rack, you know.  Don't exist.
Maybe in a basketball players' clothing store, but no ones got that kind of
bread."

	"You play?"

	"I did.  I was a mean outside shooter.  Six foot one when I was
twelve.  I couldn't be stopped going to the hoop.  I was a mean mother
fucker with a ball in my hands, kiddo."

	"Can you call me Billie Joe, Ty?  I'd like that better.  Please!"

	"I'm sorry, Billie Joe.  I forgot you're old enough to be my, what,
big little brother." He mussed my hair again as people looked at our
posture.

	We walked together until I spotted what I was looking for.  I
immediately sent Ty across the street for some ice cream cones and I went
into the Big & Tall Shop, pointing out Ty to the clerk as he stood licking
the quick melting ice cream.  He took me to a rack and pointed out the most
beautiful royal blue shirt I'd ever seen.

	"This will look like a million bucks on such a handsome lad," he
said, and I knew he knew and didn't care.  He even gave me a discount on
account of me being a kid.

	I paid twenty three dollars right out of the sock bank and the
clerk was amused and waved off the tax.  I couldn't wait to get back across
the street to Ty.  He handed me my Rocky Road double scoop with a special
sugar cone, and I handed him the bag as he stared at it and my hand.

	"What's this?" he said.

	"Thank you."

	"Thank me for what?  You just gave me something.  I'm supposed to
thank you."

	"Thank you, Ty, for last night.  Last night again.  Then this
morning.  Letting me touch you, be close, when I needed that.  I just felt
like I wanted you to have a nice shirt for the concert tonight.  I want you
to feel as good as you look.  I want you to know I care about you."

	Ty handed me his buckskin coat and took off the worn out brown
shirt he was wearing.  He rolled it up and put it in the bag as he took the
new shirt out of the wrapping.

	"My color.  I look dynamite in blue.  How'd you know?"

	"I'm thinking of being an interior decorator.  Now, I was going to
sing in broadway shows, only I can't hold a tune.  I took one look at your
fantastic skin and I saw a blue shirt making you look like a prince, my
prince.

	"Thanks for last night.  I didn't mean to crowd you this morning.
I never been with a... well, I'm too curious for my own good is what I am.
I'm curious about everything these days and thanks for putting up with me
and not cutting me down."

	"Crowd me?  You're funny," Ty said,

	He did a hook shot with the bag at the first trash can.  It hit
precisely in the center of the can without touching the side.  He changed
hands with his cone and put his arm across my shoulder.

	"Your prince huh?" He said, unable to hide his smile.

	We walked up the hill and sat on the first bench we came to.  He
pressed his leg against mine and looked at my face and kept his arm on me.
It was different.  I knew we were liking each other a lot.  I knew that
twinkle, and his beautiful white teeth, and that smile made him so
handsome!  The blue shirt did set off his mahogany skin.  He carried his
coat so the shirt could be seen.

	We could hear the music playing after awhile.  First it was warming
up and playing short flourishes of tunes I thought I recognized.  One band
was Bluegrass and the other was rock and roll.  We stood in a crowd of
several hundred listeners. Ty stood behind me with his hands on my
shoulders.  I leaned back against him and closed my eyes remembering
someone else that stood behind me just that way.

	I liked Ty.  I owed Ty a great debt.  I didn't love him, nor was I
dumb enough to think loving him was a good idea.  I liked him touching me
the way he did.  I loved not being there alone.  I loved anyone that kept
me from feeling alone, so in that, though I knew it wasn't a good idea, I
loved Ty in that place and in that time.

	As it cooled off he crossed his arms on my chest and held me to his
body so I felt warm and safe.  He seemed to need to protect me.  His touch
contained an intimacy that made me dizzy with delight.  It was a good day.

	The music was loud and pretty good.  The people came and went.  A
lot of the kids were there.  They passed and looked hard at Ty and me.
Some nodded and others pretended not to see us.  Harvey stood fifty yards
away and looked at us for most of the concert.  I didn't see Don or Gene.
I thought I saw Tim and figured Tony was close because I'd only seen them
together.

	Sharon was with a different two guys but I could tell they were
fond of her or something she had.  Her hair was clean.  I suspected she'd
visited a room in an Econo Motel at the bottom of The Csatro.  I hoped she
wasn't there tonight.  I did hope the guys were all there.  I wanted a
repeat of last night without the risk of interruption or rape.  I knew
Sharon would bring trouble no matter where she went, and I intended to tell
Ty I wouldn't have it in our room.

	When the last music had played and the crowd started to leave, I
turned and burrowed my face into Ty's chest.  His body was so warm.  He
held me and we stood together in the dark.  He drapped his buckskin over my
back.

	"We better get out of here.  This place isn't safe," Ty said.

	It was midnight when we walked back down the hill.  We stopped and
drank Coffee and looked at each other across the table.  Clean apron
ignored us.  I wondered if he had a home .  He was always there.  Ty
ignored him.  He ignored Ty.  We took the same table in the back of the
narrow diner.  Harvey stood outside the window and made faces.  Bryce came
by and stood talking to him.  I didn't see any of the other kids I knew.

	Ty kept his hand clasped on my neck as we went back toward the
room.  Tim and Tony were in the second bed sleeping well apart.  No one
else was there.  Ty undressed me and stretched out on the bed beside me.
He kissed my stomach and laid his head there.  I fell asleep with him like
that.

	I woke up in the pitch black.  I could feel Ty lying on the sheet.
I could hear something going on in the other bed.  It took a minutes for
the little bit of light to give me a view of Tim kneeling behind Tony
in-between his legs.  He grunted real quiet as he thrust long solid thrusts
and slowly withdrew.  I could just make out the lines in his chest.  It was
thick with muscle and his shoulders were broad.  He held Tony's hips and
slid in and out at what I thought was a pleasant enough tempo no matter
which end of the dick you were on.

	"Don't you do it inside me, you hear.  You get carried away some
times and I don't want that shit in me, okay."

	"Hush up.  You'll wake 'em up.  I'm almost there.  Quit worrying.
I said I wouldn't.  I know what you like."

	"Just you pull it out before you do it.  You say that but you
don't.  I'm wise to you."

	Tim snorted as he tried to answer but was too busy.  He gulped some
air and I heard him jacking himself off at a furious rate, but I couldn't
adjust my eyes to see him doing it.  His breathing echoed though the room.
He continued to rub himself against Tony's ass, moaning real soft while
gasping for air.

	"Okay.  Okay. Get me a towel.  Wipe me off.  Don't try to go back
on what you said," Tony hissed in a whisper.  "You're not getting out of it
this time.  The days of you being the only one to get off are over."

	"I said I'd do it, didn't I?  Shut the fuck up for crap's sake.  I
wish I'd just gone to sleep," Tim said.  "It's not worth all this.  You're
worse an a woman."

	"Yeah, you always say that and you always climb on my ass.  Turn
about is fair play.  The free ride is over and I mean it."

	"Quit talking so loud.  I don't want everyone should know I'm doing
this."

	He left the door to the bathroom open when he brought back the
towel.  There was light coming through the window that looked out on the
roof.  Tony's ass was in the air and Tim wiped it down with what seemed
like care.

	"There.  Happy?"

	"Not until you blow me.  I'll be real happy then."

	"Tomorrow night you blow me," Tim said firmly.  "You never used to
have any trouble getting off with my dick up your ass."

	"Right after I fuck you I will just do that.  That's the deal.
Give a little get a little, I always say."

	"You never use to say that.  Come on, Timmy, fuck me, please, is
what you used to say," Tim said in a high pitched mocking voice.  "I don't
know why I let you talk me into this shit.  You're the one started me
wanting that."

	"Cause you're in love with my asshole is why," Tony said without
the whisper in his voice.

	"I guess.  Better than Sharon.  She's getting like fucking a
melon."

	They both laughed and tried to muffle it. I laughed into my hand.

	"Do you eat the melon after you fuck it, Timmy?"

	"Always.  Makes a man out of you.  Puts hair on your chest anyway."

	"That's where you got all that hair."

	Tony was perfectly still with his hands behind his head.  He
watched Tim kneeling between his legs, licking his cock.  Little by little
he started to suck him.  Tony lay without moving and only his breathing
told me they were making progress.

	"You cum in my mouth and you'll never cum again, asshole," Tim
growled between slurps.

	"Fuck, and I was just getting ready to nut.  Now you fucked it up.
Oh well, I'll just start over.  I got nothing but time.  Let's see, where
was I.  Oh yeah, less teeth if you don't mind.  I want to use it again,
after you're done with it."

	Once Tim got it back in his mouth, Tony slowly bent his knees and
started holding the back of Tim's head with both of his hands.  His body
started to twist and turn as he lifted it off the bed.  They were both
totally into each other by this time.

	"Oh, yes, you can bite all you want.  I'm really getting close now.
Just stay on it a minute.  You're getting me close," Tony gasped air
between his words.

	"Fuck you.  Just let me know before you do it. I won't eat that
shit, Tony.  I'm not kidding."

	"Just another minute.  You're getting really good.  Gonna have to
put you out on the block with these other boys."

	"Fuck you.  You think I'd do this with anyone else?  Get real.
Hurry up, will you.  My jaws are getting tired."

	"I love it when you talk dirty to me.  Suck my dick good and maybe,
just maybe, I'll let you fuck me again."

	Tim didn't have an answer and after a few more minutes Tony grabbed
it out of his mouth as he pumped himself up to a loud climax. He started
mopping himself off even before he was done shooting.  Tim pulled the sheet
up and lie back down on his side of the bed.  Tony turned his back, facing
away from him.

	Once again they looked as though they hardly knew each other but
this time I knew the truth.  It was good when I no longer had to wonder
about a thing.  All my questions about Tim and Tony had been answered and
it only took a little patience and some insomnia from way too much coffee.

	A few moments later the door opened and closed.  I thought it was
probably Harvey and Bryce but they came in so fast that my eyes couldn't
adjust.  They got down on the floor in front of the other bed without
making a sound.

	Ty slept soundly on top of the sheet.  He was too big to move and
it was too cool for me to lie on top with him.  I put my arm on his chest
and pulled myself close before drifting off with the thoughts of Tim being
up on Tony's ass filling my dreams.

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