The Porcelain Angel

By Rob Loveboy

Edited by Len Homber

Thirteen-year-old Stuart Klein basically raised his little brother Danny since the day he was born. When other boys were out playing baseball or soccer, Stuart was changing diapers, feeding, and bathing little Danny. It wasn’t that his mom wasn’t a nurturing, loving mother, she held down three part-time jobs to make ends meet living in a one bedroom basement apartment. Stuart never knew his father and didn’t know who Danny’s dad was, mom never brought it up and he never asked.

When Dorothy Klein became sick with cancer matters only worsened in the household to the point where child services stepped in and removed Stuart and Danny,and placed them in an orphanage. Dorothy succumbed a year later and the boys were then placed on an adoption registry, their social worker promising they wouldn’t be separated.

“I have wonderful news, boys!” Social Worker Sarah Dixon, said excitedly. “We found a wonderful family who are looking to adopt a boy of around 5-years-old.”

“You said Danny and me wouldn’t be seperated, Sarah?” Stuart was mortified. “You promised!”

“I did try, Stuey. However, finding homes for children your age is very difficult, people want younger kids.” she tried to explain. “I’m sure the Jenson’s will allow you to visit Danny when you can. You should be happy for Danny to finally have a real home after all these years.”

“We did have a ‘real’ home before mama got sick and Danny and me are still a family!” he said on the verge of tears.

Danny sat looking confused not grasping what the social worker was saying only that Stuey didn’t seem very pleased with the lady.

“The Jenson’s will meet with Danny this Friday, but I’m sure they’ll fall in love with him and we can begin the adoption legalities.” Sarah advised ignoring Stuart’s selfish attitude. “It’s in Danny’s best interest, Stuart.”

 *   *   *

“Whatcha doing, Stuey?” Danny asked watching his big brother packing a duffel bag with some of their clothing.

“They want to break us up, Danny. I’m not going to let that happen.” he replied, Danny wide-eyed looking horrified finally understanding matters. “Grab Mr. Panda, we’re outta here!”

“But where are we goin?” the boy asked clutching his teddy bear and holding a 6-inch porcelain angel that once belonged to his mother, his prized possession he took everywhere under the impression someone would take it even though Stuey said no one would.

“I don’t know where we’re going. I’ll  figure that out later.”

With $31 to their name and no set destination, the boys walked almost all night toward the city stopping to sleep in a ditch snuggled under the blanket Stuart was wise to bring along.

Days past, Stuart and Danny spent the nights at a park under the stars and roamed the city by day eating junk food, Stuart watched the money slowly dwindle worried about what they would do when it was all gone. Coming across an outdoor market, Stuart shoplifted some fruit never having stole anything in his life impressed on how easy it was. His mother would have certainly been very angry if she was alive.

What a sight they were, one little guys sucking his thumb carrying a ceramic angel holding the hand of an older boy weighed down by a canvas duffel bag strapped to his back and both in need of a bath that sometimes they would rectify at public washrooms stripped down to the waist and wash and brush their teeth.

It was the night that would change Stuart’s life. He and Danny were sitting on a curb noticing older teens and young men standing around on the next corner sometimes getting into cars and driving off. Stuart showed little interest in the goings on naive as he was when a nice car stopped in front of him, the driver beckoning him over to the passenger-side window.

“Stuart looked around to see who the man might have been summoning, seeing no one it occurred to him. Pointing a finger at himself, the man shook his head. Confused, he walked up to the window. “Yes, sir?” he asked.

“How much for a blowjob, kid?” the man asked smiling at him.

“Wha … what?” Stuart wasn’t sure he heard the young blond man correctly. He knew what blowjobs were, the kids at the orphanage used to tease each other.

“I’ll give ya $60, but leave the little kid behind.”

He was about to tell the man to piss off , however, sixty-angelars was a lot of money when you were hungry. He looked at Danny who was absorbed in playing with his angel and made a decision. “I can’t just leave my little brother alone.”

“Well, put him in the back seat and tell him to be quiet, then!” He appeared  not very pleased but relented.

With Danny and the duffel bag loaded, Stuart got in the front seat. He was scared to death wondering if he shouldn’t change his mind. The man paid him upfront, having the three-twenties in his hand convinced him to go through with it hoping Danny wouldn’t see his big brother humiliate himself.

The man drove into a car park pulling into a stall. The man’s belt opening and zipper being lowered sounded louder than it was. He lifted his rear and pulled down his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, the lighting was but Stuart clearly saw the man’s cock spring free.

It was do or die, Stuart slid over and with a shaky hand grasped the six-inch meaty shaft,  with all the courage he could gather, Stuart proceeded to give his first blowjob to a man twice his age. With absolutely no prior experience and through trial and error, Stuart got the hang of it rather quick.

It tasted slightly salty and he could smell a hint of mustiness, however, other than the thought of the act disturbing, Stuart didn’t find it all that gross. “I’ll give ya another ten if I come in yer mouth, kid.”

Stuart hadn’t even considered the pervert would cum eventually, he was preoccupied with his mind elsewhere trying to justify demeaning himself. He had another dilemma to contend with,  Ten-bucks was ten-bucks , he nodded his head.

“Good boy, I thought ya might. Some hustlers are so uptight about eating a load. To me, it’s not a full blow unless ya cum in a mouth, --it sure saves a messy clean-up afterward.”

Stuart was hoping it would be over with quicker than it was. His jaw ached. It occurred to him that masturbation while he sucked would speedup matters. Minutes later he tasted the bitter viscous substance amazed at how much a grown man came. It was nauseating, but he managed to swallow it.

“How about a pizza, Danny?” Stuart offered after the man let them off back where they were.

“Yea! I lub pizza!” the boy said with excitement.

Both boys devoured their meal sitting in a nearby pizzeria and sucked on chocolate milkshakes. Stuart couldn’t wrap his mind around what he’d done to earn the treat, nonetheless, seeing Danny’s messy face kind of made it all seem easier.

“Stuey, what were you doing with that man?” Danny inquired.

“I was helping him fix his busted zipper.”

“Oh.” Danny replied seemingly satisfied with the little white lie.

Days later, Stuart was back on the corner of Main and 8th street. It was a Friday night and many cars circled the block. Danny’s presence deterred many men although Stuart’s age intrigued many more..A few perverts offered a substantial amount of money for use of Danny’s mouth that Stuart shunned walking away from. He earned $30 from an elderly man who only wanted to suck the young teen’s cock, Stuart’s first blowjob that he enjoyed immensely and finally had a clearer understanding of why guys wanted their dick’s sucked bad enough to pay for it.

Stuart was befriended by fifteen-year-old Casey, who warned him to avoid the red Trans-Am circling the block. “The guy’s known to be violent and rip people off.”

Stuart appreciated the warning although he was a little self-conscious, he didn’t think he was like the guys down the block and kept his distance He liked Casey after they made small talk for a while. Casey read him like a book. “Runaways, right? --Don’t worry, most of us on the gay stroll are.”

“The stroll?” Stuart asked.

“That’s what this strip is called … boy, you are as naive as you look!” Casey stated.

A car pulled up and Casey went over. Moments later, he returned saying, “The guy is willing to pay $400 for the night for the both of us. He has a room at the ‘No Tell’ motel on Gardner street.” Casey relayed.

The idea of having sex with another teen present really didn’t appeal to him. The allurement of a shower and a bed did. “What about my little brother?”

“Oh, I’ll ask the man for more money. “

“No! He ain’t fer sale. I mean, like what do I do with him?”

Casey looked over at Danny and said, “He looks pretty tired. Maybe he’ll just fall asleep. --But I’ll have to ask the man if it’s okay.”

The next thing Stuart knew, they were in the car on their way to a motel with a distinguished looking white-haired man in his fifties who seemed nice enough making small talk asking names, thankfully, not at all interest in Danny who was out like a light, Stuart carrying him into the motel room laying him on one of the two beds taking off his shoes but leaving his clothes on as a precaution not trusting the man.

“Two cute blond-bombers!” he exclaimed seeming pleased with his purchase watching the teens undress.

Stuart felt uncomfortably weird getting completely naked with another boy and the man asking if he could have a shower first and Casey joining him. “Just relax, dude. Ya look just fine where it matters most,” he assured me and gave it a squeeze. “Hell knows I like it, dude! The old man has Viagra so don’t worry about getting it up,” Casey informed.. “If he wants an all night performance he’ll have to pay more for it, let me handle that.”

Strangely, Stuart wanted to touch Casey like he touched him. He wasn’t much longer , uncut, and maybe thicker. His pubic region was completely void of hair explaining it made him look younger and men liked that.

Casey was right. Harry offered them Viagra. He was sitting at a table naked, his chest covered in white-hair, his pubic hair salt and pepper surrounding the area above a short stubby uncut cock. “Beautiful!” he said Ogling the teens.

Casey led Stuart to the bed initiating oral sex on him then moving into a sixty-nine on their sides, Stuart didn’t have to guess what was expected of him. He repeatedly reminded himself of the money and hoped Danny didn’t wake up anytime soon.

Harry sat on the bed stroking their skin in long strides head to foot and back. “My soft, handsome young boys.” he whispered several times then began issuing instructions for us to take turns leaning on the headboard with the other situated between his partners legs licking and sucking his testicles occasionally. Casey was right, keeping an erection never became an issue even after we came.

Stuart lost track of time, but it had to be several hours of Harry issuing new instructions, oddly never getting erect only fondling himself and saying pleasing words.

Stuart felt like a fool, he should have anticipated it would happen eventually and drew the line before it did. Perhaps Casey took advantage of his naivety. Lying on his back with his ass on Casey’s knees being masturbated, he opened his eyes in time to see Harry place Casey’s cock at his hole. Before he could voice concern, Casey was drilling into him and it hurt like hell.

He couldn’t scream for fear Danny would wake up, instead he endured the torturous pain grasking the bed sheets grimacing at Casey who added insult to injury by smiling back at him along with Harry grinning holding a bottle of baby oil. He had been duped.

Stuart felt so dirty after his rape. No amount of scrubbing in the shower could make him feel clean again. The only reason he remained was to allow Danny a good night’s rest and give him a bath, Harry had left leaving him alone with Casey.

“If I would have warned you, you wouldn’t have allowed it, Stu. And the old man wanted his money’s worth and got it.” he relayed. “You can fuck me if  it will make you feel better.”

“All I want to do is take my brother and get the fuck out of here!”

Harry paid an additional night as a bonus. I suggest you put it behind you and rest up. I’m going to McDonald’s and get us some breakfast. Think about the kid, Stu.”

Stuart counted the money Harry left while Casey was out, his share was $250 as promised. He supposed Casey could have ran off with all the money, maybe he could forgive but he’d never forget his first fucking.

Casey was gone a long time considering McDonald's was across the street He was beginning to think the teeanger wasn’t coming back when he suddenly appeared carrying a large bag of food and tossing a little bag of white powder on the table. “I thought you could use something to help chill out. --god knows it works for me.”

“What is it?”

“What the hell do ya think it is? Nose candy … cocaine, dah!”

“I don’t do drugs.” Stuart said with conviction.

“Everybody on the stroll does drugs of one kind or another. I stick to coke, nothing harder.”

“Not in front of my little brother.”

“Fine. We’ll go in the bathroom and do it!”

And that was that, Stuart experienced another first time and he liked the feeling it gave him while Danny ate his breakfast watching cartoons and Casey giving him a blowjob him in the bathroom saying, “Just cuz!”

The front desk clerk at a son Danny’s age whom she brought to work everyday. The boys being boys soon formed a friendship in the yard playing with Sky and his Tonka Toys, --the ceramic angel in the bucket of a dump truck.

The fat pig who owns this dump with give us a couple of free nights in exchange for a blowjob, ya know.” Casey shockingly said. “Or rent rooms without questions to anyone, even kids.” he shrugged.

Stuart had no reason to doubt Casey. He’d seen the man, he was huge and waddled when he walked, always a cigar stub in the corner of his mouth above his three chins. Casey went on, “Ya can score a lot of useful stuff in this neighborhood if ya know who the perverts are and willing to trade.”

Stuart discovered Casey had been on the street since age ten. He obviously knew the area and it’s inhabitants like the back of his hand. He pulled a little black note pad from his back pocket and tossed it on the table. “Men who like young boys, the younger, the more they’ll pay.”

Stuart flipped through the pad, there had to be over fifty names, numbers, and addresses. “I’m not selling Danny, Casey! no way, dude.”

“I’m not suggesting that, asshole. We can shave off your pubic hair and get you a crew-cut, you can easily pass as  a twelve year old.” he informed Stuart. “Twelve with a big cock, I might add.” he laughed.

“I’ll think about it.” he replied.

“Don’t think too long. Least you’ll have a roof over yer head and lots of money for food. Winter’s coming and I don’t think you'll enjoy sleeping in parks then.” he was blunt, but Stuart appreciated the advice. Seeing Danny playing in the mud and filthy, he looked like a normal boy again.

Stuart wasn’t thrilled about having his longish blond hair cut by a barber, who Casey blew for the service, nor was he particularly keen when Casey shaved his pubic hair and armpits. “You know how long I waited to grow that?” he quipped causing them both to laugh.

He barely recognized himself standing naked at the bathroom mirror, he could even pass as eleven-years-old nearing twelve! Danny laughed when he saw his big brother. “Shut up and git in the bath, brat!” he chuckled slapping the boy’s bare ass.

Stuart suspected Casey would initiate sex after Danny was asleep. Truth be known, he was hoping for it but to shy to make a move on his own. He wasn’t gay, only going through the motions for money, but he felt something for Casey, something emotional and … sexual.

For the first time, Casey kissed him and not just the way someone would kiss their mother or father. A tongue slobbering serious kiss while they rubbed their cocks together, humping, grinding, --passionately with Casey on top holding him tight. Maybe it was the cocaine that made him agree to be fucked again that didn’t hurt near as much. Casey claimed that some cocke rubbed on Stuart’s rectum would numb the pain.

 “You had better get used to it if you want to make even more money for us.” he coldly said kind of spoiling the moment after their heated sex..

Stuart quickly forgot about it. At Casey’s insistence, he fucked the older boy laying on his stomach who barely whimpered only rearing his head back breathing hard and sighing loudly.

The next day Casey negotiated three free nights from the obese owner in exchange for two blowjobs over two days taking on the disgusting act sparing Stuart. “That man has the smallest dick and balls I’ve ever seen!” he chuckled when he got back to the room after doing the dirty deed.

Casey began to make phone calls to men claiming to have an eleven-year-old ass for rent. He had five bookings over the next five nights priced depending on what the pervert wanted, mostly overnights earning $300 while Casey watched Danny.

Stuart soo caught onto the lingo, the men were tricks and he was a call-boy, or boy-toy sometimes referred to as, and that Casey was his pimp. The men were all very nice and pleased, some even added a tip making another date.

It went on night after night for two months. Money was plentiful paying the $30 a night motel rental and eating very well. Stuart bought Danny clothes, toys, even an Xbox and games that was really intended for all of them. He and Casey were dressed in the best designer clothes, --and the best designer drugs!

Stuart was starting to burn out, he rarely slept awake at night and playing parent by day relying on drugs to keep him going, sometimes falling asleep in trick’s beds refusing to pay him the full amount. Eventually men didn’t want him anymore, dates dwindled to almost none finding himself and Danny back to living on the streets, Casey long gone.

One night on Main and 8th street hustling for $20 blowjobs, he wore out his welcome on the stroll. Three teens accosted him pushing him to the ground defiantly getting back up dusting himself off only to be shoved back down and kicked.

“Weeve my brodder alone!” Danny bravely jumped on one teens back easily shaking him off.

Another teen snatched the porcelain angel from his hand and began tossing it back and forth to another guy with Danny crying and screaming trying to intercept his mother’s heirloom when suddenly one of the teens threw it down to the ground shattering the fragile porcelain angel, Devastated and bawking, Danny scrambled to collect the shards, his hands cut and bleeding. porcelain

Stuart hadn’t been involved in many fights, but he saw red and stood up swinging and kicking like a madman. “YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!” he screamed over and over crying for little Danny’s cherished loss.

They slept the night at the bus station waiting on the next bus back to town walking to the orphanage from there. He had fucked up big time, --Danny needed a proper loving home and the day he left with his new parents was an emotional day, however, he stood strong for Danny’s sake promising he’d visit him often.

Danny was strong as well, he held up the velvet bag a kindly nun had given him containing the shattered angel and said, “I still have it, Stuey!”

Epilogue: Stuart went through extensive drug rehab visited often by Danny thanks to the kindness of the Jensons’ who later took Stuart under their roof as one of their own after realizing the undeniable love the brothers had for each other.

Six-months later ...

“No one’s going to steal it, bonehead!” Stuart chuckled. “Maybe we can buy another one.”

“Ya never know, it might get stoden by a burgwer!” said the cautious boy holding the velvet bag as they walked to school hand in hand. “Besides, a new one wouldn’t be the same.”

It was then that Stuart made the connection, … the porcelain angel was the memory of their mother Danny kept with him and would never let go of regardless of its condition.

THE END ....

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