The Boy That Wasn't 10

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Addendum: Concerning the issue of gender in pronouns, I wanted to avoid the social affectations common in queer culture and assign it according to the character's nature and temperament.

Forgive me, I've made some mistakes that will hopefully be corrected in a subsequent re-write, regarding fluid gender pronoun attached to the main character, Josey. Because Josey is not yet a woman, I will use male gender pronouns for general situations. I will also use male gender pronouns when he is subjected to violence or sexual abuse.

Thinking of himself as the feminine is emerging but gradual. It may occur during solitary masturbation and is appropriate when treated with care as a woman especially in the context of sexual affection or respect. The idea is that this is Josey's inner nature and to describe it in feminine terms should be considered a positive.

This seems like a reasonable rational

Feedback and some guidance from interested readers is encouraged.

Is anyone out there?

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The Boy Who Wasn't part 10

When Josey was sure that they were back in the house and had stopped looking for him, at least for the moment. He creped along side of the house and reached into his bedroom window to retrieve his backpack where he had hidden the100 dollar bill that Clark had given him. Josey took off, walking down Olympic Blvd towards Venice. It was getting cool in the California night and all Josey had on was a thin tee-shirt, cotton shorts and sneakers. He felt like a hunted and desperate animal.

The Venice boardwalk, usually festive was closed up tight at night because of roaming gangs. Unlike today, there were phone booths everywhere and every time Josey saw one, he stopped to call Clark. He finally settled on Denny's Restaurant. Ordering a meal, He finally broke the 100 dollar bill that Clark had given him. He didn't want to but there was no other choice. He thought of his mother Jennifer and imagined that he could fly up in the sky and rescue her from Barney and his sons but he was a weakling and probably was a coward.

He thought for a moment and then said again softly to himself "But I'm not a scumbag."

Time dragged by so slow until the waitress kept looking at him as if to say, You've eaten, now get the hell out of here!

She leaned over at him and sternly said. "Can I get you anything else?"

He ordered dessert. It was some kind of stale cake. He didn't eat it.

At each turn, Josey went over to the phone booth and called Clark. It was so feudal.

He started looking at the Starlight Motel across the street and though that at least he could stay warm and watch TV.

The man at the desk said, "Sorry, we don't take unaccompanied minors."

Downtrodden, Joseys said, can I use your phone?

"Sure."

Josey put 2 quarters in and Clark answered.

Josey just broke down and started crying.

Clark had to break in. "Hold it together, tell me where you are and I'll pick you up."

The black car pulled around and the small pale figure climbed in the passenger side. She placed her head in Clark's lap and sobbed.

He turned the car towards the beach and stroked Josey's blond hair. "Ok little girl, I'm going to give you a few minutes and then you're going to pull it together and tell me what's goin on.

After a few miles up the coast she sat up and tried to dry her eyes.

Clark looked at her and softly said. "Josey, you haven't the slightest idea how incredible beautiful you are."

Aside from her momentary emotional break-down she gave him a puzzled look.

Clark brushed her cheek. "You really don't, do you?"

It was difficult and frustrating for Clark to get it out of her but He got the gist of her situation.

"Just for the record, where's does this Barney work, maybe I can make his life miserable?"

"Um.. He owns Walsh Laundromat Repair Service in Culver City.

Clark kept his eyes on the road. "Josey, my little girl, I've heard all these stories before. You aren't telling me anything new except life is fucked-up. There's nothing more to it. The only thing that counts in life is money, then sex, then pleasure and happiness and how to get it without getting caught."

He looked over at Josey and said, "That's all there is to it, so get away from the bad things go after what makes you happy and everything else is just,...."dust in the wind."

Josey had never had anyone tell her the realities of life before.

"But what if you're trapped and you can't get out?"

Without looking at her he said, "Trapped? How can a pretty thing like you be trapped? I can't believe that there is anyone who doesn't want to get into your panties. That in itself, is power you can't buy. It is a gift that came from God or more probably the Devil himself. Somebody told you are nothing and you believed them and I am here to tell you it's a fuckin lie."

Josey went on to explain her dire situation. She started to cry because she couldn't explain things coherently.

"Josey, it's just practice for getting along in life. I think you are doing pretty good. Granted you got dealt a shitty hand but so far so good."

Josey sought shelter under Clark's arm just as he made turn to go up the canyon road.

Holding on to him the close physical contact let his warm voice resonating through Josey's body.

He calmly spoke to her. "You don't know it but you have a dark power." There was a long pause.

She broke the silence." what do you mean?"

There was another very long silence until finally, "Josey, I can make things happen and I am sorry but most of the time they are awful things and once they happen you can't take them back and there are consequences that need careful thought."

Josey realized the gravity of what Clark had just told her. She was silent for long while.

He went on. "In the mean time, be strong. It's no good if every time you get into a difficult situation someone comes along and bails you out. It's ok to be weak in bed but not out in the street."

Clark turned the key in the door and clicked on the light. Josey looked at the compact living/bedroom that comprised the main room of the small round house.

"I had the lights and the water turned and some cleaners showed up to make the place tidy."

Josey was in awe. She hugged Clark.

"You know what?"

"What Josey?"

"You know what, I like it in candle light better. It is how I remember it's and how I dreamed about it."

"Suit yourself Princess, there's more candles, and while you're at it, take off those clothes."

Clark kicked off his shoes and pulled a bottle of pint of vodka out of the freezer. "Get naked and humor me. I've had a hard few days and I need to be soothed and played with."

They both crawled onto the comfortable bed that had been spread with new bedding. Clark gave a sigh of relief and Josey cooed with delight. She cuddled the man.

"Clark,"

"What,"

"Clark,"

He looked a Josey curled up in between his muscular legs, stroking his already hard cock.

"You can do anything you want to me. When I am with you I am not afraid."

She lifted both legs offering her hole to him. Clark liked Josey and this was just the sort of behavior that pleased him. He pushed her legs back further and used his tongue. He poked, probed and saturated it calling it her pussy. Josey reached back and tugged her backpack closer and then produced the vibrator he had stolen from his mother.

"Now you're talkin. Josey, you and me are going to make some real progress tonight."

He used the smooth vibrator to open her up and get her used to being penetrated. Clark had no desire to perpetrate a physical trauma on Josey so this was a necessary step. Clark had animal qualities and using his tongue and spitting into her pussy gave him immense pleasure. It was a timeless exercise that he did not tire of. After a bit, they re-positioned. He sat back and Josey lowered herself in front of him.

"That's right, sit yourself down on it. Do it slowly taking as much as you are able."

Josey was straining and looking into his eyes. She was letting Clark's stiff cock go up inside of her.

"Clark gave out brief laugh, "Josey, what kind of face is that? I promise you will love this and want it from me more than anything else but it takes a little time."

He held her by her waist. His cock was moving just slightly but it was all the way up inside of her. They were looking into each other's eyes.

"Josey, I don't have to do anything to cum. I can will it to happen and I am going to christen your ass now.

His cock strained inside of her and then strained again and again until she felt herself being flooded with Clark's warm fluid. There was an intense tremor that seemed to go through both of them in waves and then, it was over.

They lay together with Clarks arms around Josey.

His cock never subsided, it stayed entirely stiff and when Josey started to slowly disengage, Clark held her. "Not yet, jerk yourself off first. I want you to feel my cock up your ass when you cum."

It was quick and Josey's thin cum peed out all over his chest. "Well I like that, next time aim for my face."

It was only after she dismounted that Clark's syrupy cum ran all down her legs in a messy torrent.

"Sorry, I was savin it up for you".

In the corner, not so far from the bed was a small adobe fireplace built into the wall. Clark put in a few pieces of wood and started it. They shared some treats and Clark drank his vodka from the pint.

"Here, have just enough to forget about all the assholes in your life and enough to want my big dick in your mouth or pounding up your ass."

Josey stayed close to him so that their bodies were constantly touching. She didn't like Vodka but drank a little.

"What are we doing? When do I have to get you back into town?"

Josey shrugged her shoulders.

Clark studied her for a moment." Well I'm not taken you back to night, I still have more fuckin to do and at least one more in the morning but considering your situation why don't you give them a scare and go back in a couple of days."

She gave him her smile."I like both."

Clark looked at her. "Like both?"

"Yeah, your dick in my mouth or way up my ass."

They laughed and crawled back into bed.

They had been asleep. She felt Clark fondling and fingering her ass. The room was dark, the fire had gone out and the only light was a misty grey light from the large window. It made everything in the room into a black silhouette.

Clark's cock was big and hard and hot. He rubbed it on Josey's face and then pushed it into her mouth. Josey was erect too. Curiously, they had become anonymous to each other and the only thing that mattered was animalistic sex. It was like a vivid, filthy dream that was so compelling that it was beautiful. She lay on her belly and pushed her ass up high to meet the dangerous dark man behind her. Lavished with spit he began to penetrate her and then began the fuck. She moaned and cried out but stayed in place. The man growled and grunted and lorded over her and she reveled in it. From above the little house was isolated and except for the trafficked road at the top so no one even knew it was there. The girl had be set upon by a wonderful vicious beast who was fucking her hard and might even kill her when he was done.

This was the night that changed Josey's life forever.

The two slept until late afternoon, then rose to bathe and eat. Clark seemed just as enamored with Josey as before but Josey was intoxicated with Clark.

"Over Clark's instant coffee and Josey's orange juice, she said. "You can do anything you want to me, anything."

He smiled and nodded approval.

"Little girl, you need a trip to the Mall. You are wearing shit clothes and it says your mother isn't looking out for you."

"She can't help it. You know, we were homeless for awhile."

"Well that's a big plus for you Josey, you can't get pregnant. That's where your mother fucked-up. I'm not sayin that the world isn't a better place with you in it, but your mother fucked up and she did it again when she married that asshole,..but that is none of my business."

"She always loved me and she never put me down and when I started turning girlish. she's always loved me no matter what."

"Alright little girl, let's go to the mall."

Josey was somewhere between boys and men sizes but he kept going over to the girl's side and looking at those clothes. They kind of looked like boy's clothes but colors were more feminine. They bought pants, shirts and a few girly tops.

"Josey, I'm gonna call Sherry, she knows all about this kind of stuff and I'll get her to take you out. I don't know nothing about you switching over. You'll need the special counseling from a whore with taste and I'm not the one to do it."

Josey thought, here is a man who doesn't mind if I'm girlish or that I am all fucked up.

For the first time in his life she began to consider the possibilities.

They did go to one more shop. A lingerie shop with scanty panties and the like. Sherry will take you here too but there is one thing I like.

It was a set of black panties, garter belts stockings and bra.

Clark whispered to her. "This is the kind of stuff I'd like to see you wearing when you are licking my balls."

The woman behind the counter asked, "What is the lady's size?"

Clark said, "Oh, it's for him."

The lady looked at Josey , then at Clark and the back at Josey. She gave Clark the proper size.

When they got out of the store, Josey laughed out loud. "Josey, they are so use to that. They just act embarrassed to add to the excitement."

Out in the middle of the mall pedestrian traffic, Josey tugged at Clark's arm like he wanted to whisper a secret to him. He bend down a little closer.

Josey said softly into his ear. "I am so glad I met you."

Feedback and some guidance from interested readers is encouraged.

Is anyone out there?

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