Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2016 18:38:26 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triange Boys Part 3 TRIANGLE BOYS By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. It involves male prostitution with both of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex. If you find this objectionable, please do not read. If you find this erotic, please enjoy Complaints, compliments, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming THREE The office wasn't lavish like you would think that a Judge's chambers would be. It was tastefully appointed to be sure but still very functional. Judge Merchant, as a mere family court judge, didn't rate highly enough for the wood panel walls and high quality reproduction antiques but it was the next level down from that and quite comfortable. Of course, only the Judge was really aware of it. Ian Hansford, at 13, was too young to know the subtle gradations of adult authority and Mr. Spell, the director of Union Memorial, didn't care. He had business to conduct and that business was to rid his venerable institution of the pollution caused by Ian Hansford. "I hope you understand, Your Honor," Mr. Spell stammered as he leaned forward in the wing chair facing the desk. His heavily starched suit creaked as he moved and he was fiddling nervously with his bow tie. Ian sat forlornly on the couch by the wall. "It's a dirty business but we can't have it. Of course, I sympathize with the young man. He's had a difficult life. It's all in the file. I suppose it's not his fault, exactly. Not when you consider everything. But the scandal alone would ruin us. I appreciate that attitudes have changed about homosexuality but this is entirely different. It goes beyond that. This is incest and child molestation. The younger boy hasn't even turned 11." Judge Merchant leaned back in his black leather chair, his hand massaging his goatee in contemplation. He did glance appreciatively at the boy on the couch, who had his head bowed low, silent with shame. He was far more beautiful in person than on the fumbling amateur videos that had been posted password protected in Usenet groups. Not that those hadn't been delightful. The older boy had grown some over the course of the series, large balls but hairless to begin with and then slowly growing taller and hairer. The younger boy, a true delight, remained hairless of course. But both boys were hard and enthusiastic, laughing and giggling and enjoying themselves. Niether boy penetrated the other, only the off camera adult had finger banged Ian, but both boys, Ethan the younger particularly, sucked with abandon. Gil was able to contain his satisfaction at how he managed to manipulate the situation. A fellow traveler had informed him that the boy who had caused such a sensation among that limited set of admirers of very young flesh was at Union Memorial Home for Boys, along with the younger boy, which to Gil's excitement had turned out to be a brother. Surprisingly, Sam hadn't been interested in taking the boy on, despite his obvious charms. But Gil wanted to force the situation. The idiot Spell was completely unaware of the nature of the boys past until Gil had managed to anonymously inform him. Then, like clock-work, the boys had been caught in bed together. It was only then that Sam had shown interest in acquiring him, and then only the older boy. Now Gil wanted to move on. "Yes, I see. Of course, I do see your point, Director. Perhaps it would be best to find Ian a different placement. What do you intend to do about the younger boy?" "The brother? We'll keep him, I think. Hopefully, with counseling ..." "I see. Well, we can always cross that bridge when we come to it." As much as Gil would want the younger brother, Ethan, as part of a package deal, he knew that it would go against Sam's wishes. Ethan, although alluring, was, after all, hairless. Sam, in 25 years, had shown a distaste for having very young boys. Only once did he bring a boy in almost as young as Ethan, and that boy was now sitting in the waiting room to take Ian off. "I gather that you want the change to happen sooner rather than later?" "Today, if that's possible," Spell answered quickly. He desperately wanted to be rid of Ian. Mentally, he was kicking himself. If he had known that the Judge was willing to take both boys off his hands, he would have asked. He knew now he should have done it. "Of course, the sooner the better. I agree. Ian," Judge Merchant looked at the sullen boy on the couch, addressing him for the first time only after a portion of his fate had been decided. "I'm afraid you'll have to spend a little more time here while we make some arrangements." Ian didn't answer, just nodded resignedly. He didn't quite know how feel. One part of him was happy that he was leaving Union Memorial but he was depressed and sad about being separated from Ethan. He was also ashamed that so many adults had to know about what they did and that they had to talk about it. They made such a big deal about it when it hadn't really seemed like a big deal at the time that it happened. Mr. Spell jumped up, profusely thanking the Judge, shaking his hand. He seemed almost giddy from relief. "I had him bring his personal belongings, armed against such an eventuality, just in case. Fairly meager, though." The Judge ignored him, pushing papers back into the manila folder. "Don't worry about it, Director. I'll see to the paperwork." "Yes, thank you again, Your Honor. You've always been an aid and a blessing to us at Union" Spell stammered as he beat a hasty retreat. The Judge picked up his phone and dialed out to his secretary. "Agnes, has my grandson arrived yet? Good. Send him in please." As it happened, Spell met Adam as he was exiting and Adam entering. In his haste, Spell nearly crashed headlong into the teenager but not a moment of recognition flickered in his eyes. Adam, though, recognized the man and thought him to be ageless and unchanged. This had not been Spell's first time in this office having the same conversation about a troublesome boy. At least one such occasion had been more than 4 years previously. Of course, a boy does a great deal of growing between 11 going on 12 and just turned 16. Still, with full lips and bright green eyes, people tended to notice Adam. Agnes peeked her head in as Adam was entering and told the Judge she was going to lunch. Adam closed the door behind him and shrugged. "That's convenient. Good timing?" "Perfect timing." Judge Merchant replied, handing Adam the large file. Adam stuck it in his backpack unread. He was more interested in appraising the boy. He was taller than most 13 year olds and had delicate, almost feminine features and porcelain skin. He was scrawny too, that impression made worse by the oversized Advent clothing T shirt. Still, Adam knew that people would be waiting in line for him. All in all, they were getting what they needed in a boy. "Hey Ian, I'm Adam." Adam said. The boy looked up with a glint of interest in his eyes. Adam was a teen-aged sex god and the interest was purely reflexive, involuntary. "Hey" he answered, unsure of what he should say or do. "Bunch of fucking shit, huh?" Adam asked him "Yeah, kinda." "It's going to be cool, bro. Promise." Adam told him. "I assume that Sam will approve?" the Judge piped in. "Is this your same office, Gil? When it was me, it seemed bigger." "You were smaller then" "Yeah. Is this cash or trade?" Adam knew the answer but asked it anyway. "Trade. Just let me know when sprout's ready to take his turn, that will be just fine." Gil answered as he went back to desk. "I like them young. There's a brother, you know. Too bad I couldn't offer you the pair." It kind of pissed Adam off, but expertly he hid it. Gil, as a Judge, was important to them so a certain amount of courtesy was needed. He bit back that it was a finder's fee and not a sale: a distinction that was important to Adam but one Gil wouldn't understand. In Adam's mind, they rented their bodies and services, they didn't sell them. There was little more to settle and they waited for the secretary to clear out before leaving. He took Ian away and they went down to the parking garage to go. He was driving Sam's A4. Sliding in, Ian asked him, with obvious envy, if this was his car. "No, it's Sam's. He's kind of my boss. Our boss, I guess. If you agree, of course. I have a Mazda, but I have another errand to run while we're out and it kind of involves... Well, I'm driving Sam's car. The Grandpa car. You don't have a problem with a little law-breaking, do you?" "No, not really." Ian said, sitting a little straighter in the seat as Adam pulled out onto Montgomery Street, leaving the Judicial Complex behind. "What we doing?" Adam stepped on the gas, sped up and slipped into the left hand lane. He was driving fast even for a city known for fast, reckless drivers. "First, I gotta take you to see this Doctor so he can check you out. That part kind of sucks, but we gotta. Then, I've got to procure some green, vegetable matter." Adam looked over at the kid, who was clueless. "Pot, stupid." "Oh, okay." Ian said as he shifted in his seat. Staring out the window at the old warehouses of the railroad yard passing by, he asked "how much did you buy me for?" "Five thousand. But we didn't buy you, we bought the opportunity to make you an offer. If you don't want it, it's cool. We'll take you back and Gil will put you in foster care or something. Just want to give you another option. By the way, I was at Union, too. I hated that shit hole. That fucker Spell couldn't wait to get rid of me either. " Ian turned to look at him as they sped down the tree lined obstacle course that is Liberty. "What did you do?" "Giving the boys hand jobs for five bucks and blowjobs for 10." "Just for the money or ..." Ian didn't know how to ask it. He desperately wanted Adam to be gay too. Every nerve ending in his body was screaming out that he wanted Adam to be gay but he was scared. Even though he was young, Ian had already learned that there is a small amount of safety in the closet. "Just because I did it for the money doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy it. Some of those boys were pretty fucking hot. There are some of them I would even fuck for free, and that's saying a shit load. But I'm a fag that way. How about you?" Adam said as they turned on to Abercorn and sped toward Lafayette Square. "Yeah, me too." Ian answered quietly and seriously. Adam laughed as he pulled onto the brick lined pavement to roar past a Spanish moss dripped green space. "You made your confession in front of the Catholic Cathedral. Irony. But the right answer. What we do works best if you really just like dick. We've seen the videos, you know. " "Oh" Ian replied, ashamed again and a little scared. Not so much physically but he didn't want his newfound hero to think badly of him. "Don't worry, totally cool. That's not the kind of thing we hold against a boy. Personally, I'm not into little boys but they were kinda hot. The only fucked up part, as far as I'm concerned, is that all you got out of it probably was the orgasm. That's the difference between an amateur and a pro, how much you get paid." They rode in silence as Adam sped around Calhoun square. A lot of times he would just use Whitaker to go uptown, bypassing all the squares but today he was in the mood for the grace and beauty they provided. Unfortunately, they got trapped behind a horse and carriage carting around tourists. Rustling his fingers impatiently, he told Ian to find some tunes. The younger boy scrounged around and found some CD's but wasn't sure which one to pick. He wanted it be sufficiently cool but couldn't figure what that would be. He called out some groups before Adam decided on Green Day, remarking that it couldn't be Sam's because he didn't have the musical taste for it since he was old. "How old is he?" Ian asked innocently enough. "Fucking ancient. Like 40 or something. He's pretty cool overall. He's just locked into the old days, you know, like AIDS and shit. When fags were dropping like flies. Mostly, he just tries to protect us." At last, Adam got half way around the square, turning back on Abercorn and floored it. "Is pretty old, though" Ian decided, rocking a little to the beat. About 15 minutes later, they pulled into a low slung professional building near the large medical campus. Taking Ian with him, they bounded up a flight of stairs to the second floor and entered an office. It said Daniel Dixon, MD, Family Medicine on the door. Adam walked across the empty waiting room, past the reception desk that had its frosted glass window shut to a door, punching in a code. Ian followed him into the corridor beyond the door, where the exam rooms were. He was fairly nervous and wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't about to be sold for body parts. Still, young adolescent pride or fear of being looked down on forced him forward. "Danny" Adam called out. He looked at Ian and gave him a half smile and small nod in reassurance. "He's cool." A man in his late thirties or early forties, dressed in a lab coat and tie, emerged from the small office area. "Adam" he said, kissing the teenager on his olive skinned cheek. "Is this the latest recruit?" "Ian, this is Danny" "Nice to meet you, Ian. Just pick a room." Adam guided him into the first exam room and Dr. Dixon followed. The office was still and quiet, empty. Ian just stood there, self-conscious before Adam playfully half-slung him onto the exam table. It took him a moment to realize that he needed to take off his shirt. When he did, Adam knew that he judged correctly. Of course, he had grown some since the videos were made. The kid, skinny to be sure, was losing his baby fat and even had the faint beginnings of six-pack. You could see the veins in his arms and Adam was a little surprised to see that the boy had underarm hair. Dixon looked in his mouth and felt for his lymph nodes in the neck before listening to his heart and lungs. It was very professionally done and Adam respected him for it. Long ago, Danny had been a working boy, an early worker for Sam. His earnings had paid for medical school. Danny and Sam had been lovers back in the day and Adam suspected that they still were. Certainly, Danny had little interest in twink boys as his taste, like Sam's, was rumored to run in dark, dangerous places. "I need to examine you down there if you could pull down your pants" Dixon told him. Ian looked at Adam to see if he should. When Adam nodded, Ian undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. It took him a half second to realize that the boxers had to go to. The pubic hair wasn't fully grown into the V shape of an adult but he had a fairly full bush around his penis. And it was a man sized penis on a boy's body. He had the oversized tool that nature often bestows on slender boys. Adam was a little surprised because the kid was actually further along in puberty than Ben was despite being a year younger. Dixon interrupted his thoughts by asking if he wanted him to do a gem probe. "It burn when you piss?" Adam asked him. "No" Ian answered, more than a little self conscious standing there naked and aware that his dick was hardening a little. It seemed to have a life of its own, getting hard in a moment sometimes for no reason at all. "Nah, just the HIV test and the hepatitis shots." Adam announced. He dug out his cell phone and stepped out into the hall to call Sam. He couldn't say much on the phone but wanted Sam to know that the kid had good earning potential. A little less mature would have brought greater earning price per date but fewer dates. Plus, too immature would cause dissension in the group Adam himself and then Ben earlier this year had been controversial because some of the others didn't think they were far enough along physically to meet two essential criteria: being gay or bi and freely and willingly deciding to join. The fact that they were all ready engaging in prostitution had been a major factor in their favor. Despite Ian's involvement in kiddie porn, he had never actually been paid for sex. When he stepped back into the room, Danny had finished and Ian had pulled up his pants. He was rubbing his arm where Dixon had just given him a shot. "I'll need to give him the second round in a month" Dixon said. Ian scrunched his face in distaste. The first shot had hurt. As they were walking out, Ian asked what they were doing next. Adam smiled and told him that fun part of the day was just beginning. He didn't know what that meant but Ian had begun to notice some things. He had noticed that no money had changed hands for the doctor's service and there hadn't been the usual production of a Medicaid card. He knew that it was strange to see a doctor off the books and with no records kept. He couldn't figure out the exact contours of it but he did know that whatever Adam had to offer it involved sex, probably with adults and would be illegal. He just accepted it and went along. He judged that Adam wasn't a bad or mean person and that it wouldn't be too bad, probably. Breaking the law meant nothing to him. As they sped down Truman Parkway, Adam kept up a steady stream of conversation, mostly about Union Memorial. But what made Ian dizzy was the way he went from subject to subject, pretty much randomly. One minute, they were talking about the house parents and the next about cars. The transition was that one of the house parents had an old MG which Adam thought was cool. But Adam was happy talking and Ian happy listening, chiming in from time to time. They pulled Truman at the end and within minutes were pulling into an apartment complex. He parked and reached to the back seat and got his back pack. "Don't lose the school file, we'll need that. You can have the social service file. We don't care about it." Adam said, handing him the two files. He reached over Ian to the glove compartment and pulled out the Glock 19 pistol and an envelope. Ian eyes were big as he saw the gun. Worried, he watched Adam check the magazine and slide. He then reached back into the glove compartment and pulled out an envelope. "Is this okay?" Ian asked nervously as Adam counted out hundred dollar bills. He put pulled out 500 dollars and put them in his pants pocket and kept another 2,000 in the envelope. "Yeah, but you never know. You're going to have to come with me. This isn't a good neighborhood for a white kid to be in an expensive car alone. Stay ahead of me when we walk up and back but when we're inside stay behind me. Got it?" Ian nodded, plainly scared. "What if somebody shoots?" "If you see me go for the gun, hit the ground and get the fuck out. Then run like shit. But don't worry, this is going to be like silk." Adam tucked the gun inside his waistband in the back and pulled his shirt over it. He tossed the bag for Ian to carry. Ian did what he was told exactly. He stayed a step or two ahead of Adam, who directed him to the apartment on the ground floor. As Adam knocked, Ian slipped behind him. A blonde haired boy with a goatee answered the door. He was dressed in saggy pants, showing the tops of boxers, and a muscle shirt, even though the boy wasn't particularly muscular. His body was untoned and mildly doughy. "So Sammy sent his number one butt boy," the boy snarled, opening the door wider. "Hey, Jay. The fag's here." "Hello, Josh. Long time no see." Adam said as they stepped inside the apartment, which was sparsely furnished but had every possible electronic device available present. But the thing Ian noticed was the gun on the table. The boy stood between them and the table, eyeing Adam with a look of disgust. They knew each other from way back, even though Adam hadn't seen him in a while. Like Ian and Adam, Josh was a product of Union Memorial, home to unwanted and unloved boys. Several years older than Adam, he had been a bully back then. In a minute, a muscular black boy emerged from the bedroom dressed only in his boxers. "I was just getting me some trim. Got her all wet and wanting my pole. Course, the only thing I like better than pussy is money." Adam smiled. "I like money better than pussy, too. Isn't saying much though" The black guy smiled and went over to a cabinet to get a brick. The blonde haired boy kind of pushed past Adam and stood in front of Ian. "Hey, Jay. Looks like Sammy's got him a new little boy. Your asshole's going to be sore by the morning, kid." Jay ignored him and tossed the brick to Adam. "You packing?" "Yeah" The blond boy turned his head sharply toward Adam and then half pushed him to get to the gun on the table. "Put the fucking gun down, dumbass." Jay snarled at him and Josh set the gun back down. "You're just going to get your white ass killed. A pound of afghan kush. 2 G's. You gonna want a sample?" "Yeah." Adam replied, examining the brick. By looks, it was good: purple and hairy. He opened it and pinched off a bud. It was nice and sticky. "It's good shit" the blond boy said defensively. "Of course. Why don't you just get us the bong, Josh?" "Get it yourself, you ass fucked faggot" Josh hissed before turning to Jay, looking pleased with himself. Jay shrugged. "Do what you want," he said, looking at Adam. Adam glanced at Josh only momentarily before dropping the brick, reaching and grabbing him hard by the throat. In one swift motion, he kicked the legs out from underneath the punk and Josh hit the ground hard. He coughed and grunted as the landing forced the air out of him. Adam leaned forcefully down on his throat, cutting off the boy's wind. Wildly, Josh began to flail out for the gun, still sitting on the table. Adam took his left hand and forced the heel of it swiftly into Josh's nose. The blond boy's face exploded in blood and snot. In a second, his goatee began to get stained with blood. Adam stood and reached in his pocket for the envelope. He handed it to the black guy and then fished out another hundred. "For the blood," Adam told him. Jay stepped over the whimpering body of Josh and handed Adam the pipe. "You stupid piece of shit. There's a difference between a fag and a queer. He's been trained with krav maga. That's the shit they teach the Israeli Special Forces. He don't need no gun to kill your fucking white ass and neither do I." Jay said before delivered in a swift kick into Josh's kidney. Josh yelped with pain and rolled over to escape further blows. Adam fished out a lighter and lit the loaded bowl. Ian could smell the sickly sweet odor of it. Apparently pleased, Adam handed the pipe to Jay, who also sucked in a big lungful. "High grade shit" Adam said, taking the bag from Ian and stuffing the pound of marijuana in it. "Your money's always good with me. You tell Sam that." "I will. He'll appreciate it." Adam nodded, heading for the door, pushing Ian ahead of him. When they got outside and headed for the car, Adam leaned forward and said, "Told you it was going to get fun."