Date: Sat, 03 Oct 2009 13:04:33 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Walk Away  Part Two

This story contains sexual contact between males.  If it is unlawful or
inappropriate for you to be here, please leave now. The story and
characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses
are appreciated. A great thanks to Pete for all his input and editing.


Just Walk Away Part Two


We arrived at the bus station on L Street and Mary and I took the local 41
down Fair Oaks. It dropped us off at the corner of Sunrise Boulevard and I
followed her to the door of her apartment. I wasn't quite sure what she had
in mind, but I had nowhere else to go. And even though she wasn't pretty,
she was nice, so if I needed to, I guess I was willing to do just about
anything to have a safe place until I figured out a good plan. Just as her
door swung open, we heard a male voice behind us. I jumped, ready to spring
into to action, being a little jumpy about Burt and Ray or whoever else
Uncle Johnny could have following me. I relaxed when I saw a chubby guy
waving his arms in a great effort to get our attention.

Mary turned to me and said, "That's Fredrick, he is such a pain and he
keeps flirting with me. Let's get inside before he gets closer."

I thought perhaps a third party might be just what I needed to slow things
down once inside and said, "We should be nice. I think he just needs a
friend."

Mary gave me a look with a frown and we waited for good old Fredrick to
come over.

Once inside, we all grabbed a can of soda. Mary explained how we met, while
Freddy-boy kept giving me the eye. I knew what he wanted, but when I looked
back at Mary she was eyeing me too. I began to feel like the last cookie on
the plate at Weight Watchers.

Soon the wine came out and I sipped at mine, not being much of a drinker,
and I surely didn't want to lose my edge around these two carnivores.

Mary fixed us all dinner and poor Freddy couldn't decide what was more
interesting, my crotch, Mary's tits or the food in front of him.

They had more wine and I found Mary's hand on my left leg and Fredrick's on
my right. What's a boy to do? Soon it was suggested that I get more
comfortable so I slipped off my shirt and shoes. They lusted after my young
body, as I knew they would. Soon I began to hatch a plan.

****

Mary was the first to suggest she and I head to her bedroom and Freddy be
on his way. I countered with how much fun it was to have him with
us. Freddy-boy suggested that perhaps I come back to his place and so the
hook was in.

Uncle Johnny always said, "Give your best show if you want their dough." I
guess it started when I was around twelve, Uncle Johnny told me he had a
client he needed to be nice to and asked for my help. Hey the guy fed me
most days and gave me a place to stay, so how could I say no? He called me
out to meet the guy and gave me the sign to start the act we had practiced
all afternoon. Well I started wiggling my little body in front of the guy
and he began to smile. Then I did a slow strip all the way down to the
bikini briefs that Johnny had bought me that day. A quick turn and a flash
of my bare butt and off came the briefs and turn to the front a little
wiggle and a toss of the briefs right into the guys face. Then I ran off to
my bedroom, just as planned. Well, it worked so well with this guy; Johnny
had me perform it over and over again through the years, until I became
quiet good at it. He never let the clients touch me, saying, "You never
share your private stock." I didn't understand what the meant until this
week and I guess that's why I'm doing what I am.

Anyway, I suggested that, for some cash, I could make Mary and Freddy feel
very happy. Mary brought a fifty from her bedroom and Freddy said he had
been paid that day and pulled out four twenties. I stood in front of
Fredrick and Mary and began my best dance, I twirled and slid and bucked
and wiggled my way around in front of them. They were getting hot and I
encouraged them to get more comfortable too. In a minute both had stripped
to the waste. Mary had a nice pair of tits and Freddie's man boobs were
almost as big. Mary seemed interested and Freddy kept shooting his eyes at
me and then back to Mary. The poor boy didn't know for sure what he
wanted. I knew what he'd get. My dance went on and my jeans came off. I
twisted around pulling down my boxers with a wiggle of my ass dropping them
to the floor. When I bent over to pick them up, I heard both of them gasp
for air. A twist, and turn and a rodeo loop with my boxers in the air and a
toss landing between them. There I stood, in all my glory. Uncle Johnny
always said, "Don't hide your pride." At this point I was naked and
hard. Hey, I'm sixteen; I always get hard.

Well the two of them began to pull off their clothes and I stopped them
saying, "Ok guys, I provided the show, now it's time for the two of you get
in that room and do your thing."

Looking at my extended dick pointing upward and my balls hang low, Freddy
asked if he could touch it before he left. Mary was hoping I'd said yes,
but I explained, they paid for the show and now they needed to show each
other how they felt. Well, both of them thanked me, dropping pieces of
clothing all the way to the bedroom. I slipped my boxers back on and tried
to sleep a few hours on the couch between grunts and screams coming from
down the hall. As the sun rose, so did I, taking a quick shower and
dressing. I pulled a twenty out of the money they had given me and stuck it
next to a note to Mary, thanking her for the haircut, dinner and night of
rest. I grabbed my boy's gym bag and, of course, held securely onto the
duffle and I headed out to find a place to blend in and hopefully be
protected from Johnny and his boys.

****

How does a teenage boy blend in? Simple, he hangs out with other teenage
boys. And where are they? They are in school. So the next question was, how
I get enrolled in school? I had no worries about whatever subjects my boy
had been taking, my schooling was up to date. Uncle Johnny made sure I made
good grades in everything I was required to take, he always said, "Make
good grades. Anything under a B gets the belt." It only took that one time
when I was fifteen minutes late for dinner to figure out I never wanted to
mess with Johnny again. Nobody did. I watched him beat my mom a few times;
I guess that's what made her do what she did that put her behind
bars. Someday, I'm going to get her out of there.

Walking the streets, I came up with a plan, but first I needed to ditch the
duffle bag. No way did I want to be carrying that stuff around with
me. Besides, the whole point of taking it was for me to be the only one to
know where to find it. That's what would keep me alive. I headed down
Sunrise Blvd as the sun came up in front of me. Ahead was a bridge and to
my right was a park. I headed down the hillside and into the woods; soon I
was standing at the edge of American River. Looking around, it was obvious
I was the only one there, so I walked through the parking lot, reaching the
building that held the restrooms. The doors were locked, so I went around
back to take a leak and noticed a service grate screwed to the wall. I took
a dime from my pocket and in a minute the six screws were out and I was in
and under the building. It was nice and dry, just me and a few pipes. I
placed the duffle deep in the rear of the building away from the pipes and
covered it with dirt. Now I crawled out and reattached the grate to the
wall, I figured it was safe there, while I went to find a new parent.

****

I hitched a ride and asked where the nearest library was. Fortunately, the
guy was headed that way and we ended up at the Rancho Cordova Branch on
Folsom Blvd. I waited outside until I saw what I was hoping for. I waited
another twenty minutes, just to give him time to get started and then I
entered the building and walked to the back until I reached the bank of
computers. There in the corner on the most hidden computer, was my next
victim, my new dad. His eyes were scanning the page and the reflection off
his glasses assured me he was the one. I looked around making sure no one
could see or hear us and then slipped my zipper down, making sure to show a
little boxer through the hole. It took a minute for him to look up and just
as I figured, once he saw how young I was, he looked at my crotch to check
me out. He began to sweat and looked back into my eyes with a pleading
stare.

That's when I asked, "So, would you like to see the real thing?"

He quickly rambled, "Yeah, sure, of course, not here though. How much? Why
are you doing this? Who are you? Are you an undercover cop? You're way too
young for that. Sure, sure, show me what you've got, not here though."

"Slow down Lone Ranger," I whispered, "Let's get out of here." Once we
reached the outside and his heavy breathing was under control, I explained
what it would take for him to get a look and maybe more. I wasn't really
sure what more would be, but I needed an adult to pull off my plan. I
learned his name was Arthur and he was a plumber by trade. In between calls
he would drop by the library and flip through gay websites. Arthur had an
appreciation for teen twinks, which is the category I fell into, he
explained.

My biggest problem was to get Arthur to keep his eyes on the road as we
traveled the short distance to the nearest high School. We stopped about
mile out, in front of a very seedy hotel. I had him check in telling the
manger that he and I would be there for a few nights. I figured if Arthur
would pay for the first night, I'd find a way to get the room for as long
as I could. We went up to the room and I threw my boy's gym bag on the bed
and turned to see Arthur waiting for me to throw my body next to it. I knew
I had to give him something or he might back out. No show this time, just a
drop of my jeans and boxers, I hoped that would be enough. His eyes were
glued to the picture in front of him and the smile on his face was a bit
unnerving. He wiggled his finger for me to turn around and I swirled in the
reverse direction letting him see the back side as well. I heard him
whistle and felt his hand glide across my butt before I moved away and
yanked up my pants. When I finished explaining his duty... and that when it
was done we could return here... he hurried me out the door.

Cordova High, Home of the Lancers. It was an older building with lots of
shade trees and open corridors. The office was to the left as we entered
the first building. The lady at the desk was overwhelmed with more tasks
than one person could handle in a day. I love the American school system,
so much to do and so little staff to archive it.

Arthur explained he was my Step-Father and we had just moved here from San
Francisco. The school would need to send for my records, but this is where
I would be attending school now. Giving her the address of our hotel, I
watched her eyebrows raise and she looked at me with pity.

Soon I was registered and I explained I would be back after lunch to start
my first class. Arthur and I headed back to the hotel; after all, a deal is
a deal. I didn't like thinking about what I might need to do, but this was
the only way to hide in plain sight and stay safe from Uncle Johnny's guys.

All the way back to the hotel, all Arthur could talk about is how cool it
felt to be somebody's Dad. He had never been a father and explained than he
had little contact with his own. I couldn't believe how proud he was
acting. At the hotel, the door closed behind us and without a word, we both
began undressing. Arthur was in pretty good shape, discounting a beer belly
and a bald spot on his head. He would have made a good dad for somebody and
I felt badly he had never had the chance. I guess it's the one thing he and
I had in common, never really having the love of a father. Once again I
stood in front of him, this time completely naked, Arthur was still in his
boxers and just stood there looking at my young body, he seemed frozen and
so I waited for his move, thinking this was not going to be fun. But I
remembered, if it feels good it can't be bad, right?

Arthur's head went down and he bent over and pick up his pants and shirt
and began to dress. I asked him, "What are you doing, I thought this is
what you wanted?"

He answered, "I thought so too, but what I really wanted you already gave
me, a chance to be a father. I'm going to pay the manger for the rest of
the week and I want you to go to school and make me proud."

I moved forward and hugged him, I felt his touch on my butt again, but I
didn't need to pull away, he did it on his own and with a tear in his eyes,
he said, "Take care Son."

I replied, "Thanks Dad."

All that was left was for him to... just walk away.

To be continued....