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Kyle sat on the hard, concrete curb in a shady area of Los Angeles, staring
blankly at the urban artwork on the wall across the street. It was a little
disturbing, but strangely satisfying to him. He spent a lot of time sitting
in the same spot, studying the words and pictures, and it seemed each day
new designs appeared. There wasn’t much else he could do to pass the time.
He had no money to get a motel room for the night and he hadn’t seen any
potential customers all day. He had been sleeping in an abandoned warehouse
the last few nights; cold, alone, hungry, and miserable.

Every once in a while, a guy would drive down the street he hung around in.
Well, lots of people drove down the streets during the day, but there were
the occasions, about 3 or 4 times a week, when a special kinda guy would
come down Kyle’s way. Maybe they were bored with their wives, or perhaps
horny guys who liked boys and needed to get their rocks off. They usually
gave Kyle enough cash to last a few days, getting a motel room and a warm
meal at night. He hated it though; he was tired of having to sell his body
to survive. He wanted more from his life, but in the course of just a few
months his life completely turned around, and not for the better. He ended
up on the streets, abandoned by his family and everyone he thought cared
about him. He attempted suicide a few times in the last few months he had
been on the streets, he never succeeded though. That pissed him off a
lot. He didn’t want to live anymore; he wanted out of everything.

He got up off the curb, and brushed his jeans off a bit. They had a bunch
of holes in them, and were pretty dirty. He didn’t have too many pairs of
clothes; he couldn’t take much when his parents threw him out. He turned
his music up; the one thing he made sure to grab when he left was his mp3
player. It helped relax him and took his mind off things. He didn’t expect
to see anyone tonight, so he had decided to just go back to the warehouse,
hungry and miserable for another night. That’s why, whenever he heard a
car, he was surprised. It wasn’t one that was going by fast, like it didn’t
wanna be in the area, it was driving by slowly like a guy looking for a
good time. And when Kyle turned his head, he thought he could see the guy
in the window looking at him. And the oddest part about the whole thing was
that the guy was driving a black Mercedes. The guys who wanted to pick up
boys down here always drove normal cars, not expensive ones.

Popping the headphones out of his ear, and putting the mp3 player in his
pocket, he started towards the car and it stopped. The window rolled down
and Kyle just about fainted. The man driving the car was probably the
sexiest looking guy Kyle had ever seen, and he could feel the effects very
quickly. He had medium length, light brown hair sparkling blue eyes and he
had a face like those life guards you’d see in Playgirl Magazine; chiseled
and sexy. He seemed to be wearing a casual sort of attire that still had an
air of class to it. The man smiled at Kyle and waved him over to his car.

Dazed for a second, Kyle quickly recovered and walked all the way over to
the man, and leaned on the window. “Hey mister, what you doing `round
here?”

“I could ask you the same thing young man. Why don’t you get in and we can
talk?” Kyle had a brief flash of hesitancy; he thought that this guy could
be a cop. He had seen a few around the area before, but they never drove
Mercedes. Throwing caution to the wind, Kyle walked around the front of the
car, opened the door and got in.

“Well, well, well,” said the man, “you look like you have been through hell
and back. What’s your name son?”

“Kyle.” he replied quietly, still hesitant.

“Cute name for a cute kid,” he smiled, “My name is Randy. And yea, I bet
your thinking I’m a cop right?” Randy laughed, and then continued. “Don’t
worry, I’m not. I’m just a normal guy really. I got a bit of wealth, and I
love boys; can’t help it really. They are just so sexy, like you.” He
smiled at Kyle, and put his hand on his leg rubbing softly.

That didn’t help Kyle’s status much and he moaned softly. He couldn’t help
himself, what Randy was doing was driving him crazy. Randy smiled more, and
took his hand off Kyle’s leg. “Well stud, you want to go back to my place?”

A soft giggle came out of Kyle’s lips, followed by blushing and grinning
“Umm hehe, sure sir, I’d love that.” Kyle grinned at Randy again, more this
time. He just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ok Kiddo, and don’t call me sir, makes me feel old, haha.” Kyle busted up
in another fit of giggles as the guy focused on the road. Every few
minutes, Kyle noticed Randy checking him out and smiling before returning
his attention to the road. Kyle noticed the guy get onto the 101 North, and
that was the last thing he remembered before dozing off; the seat was just
too comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, Kyle woke as Randy pulled into a driveway. They were
on a rather steep incline, and he could tell from the lush vegetation they
weren’t downtown anymore. The driveway sloped up a bit leading to a
somewhat large house. “We’re here, buddy.” As Randy noticed the somewhat
amazed look on my face, he continued, “I got a bunch of stuff from my mom
when she died a few months ago. I could never afford these things. They
were hers, but now they’re mine.” Kyle just continued to stare for a moment
before glancing at him with the boyish grin that he knew guys liked. The
man smiled back at him before continuing, “How old are ya, sport?”

…… The End…. For Now….

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It was really difficult to concentrate in the lecture. And then it happened ! I dropped my zoology book by mistake on the floor and had to bend down to pick it up. There I got a view of her lovely panties under the minies.

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Poor girl had to agree and we started daily sessions in the late evenings where I taught her zoology wondering when will I get the chance to teach her the actual zoology.

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One day it happened. It was raining heavily and the weather was all stormy. It was late evening and Sophia had come over for her class. The drops of rain could not resist clinging to her body and she was all wet. On top of it she was dressed in a low cut blouse and a mini skirt. This 18 year old chick all wet turned me on.

Sophia who had never had sex in her life was not very much aware of what was going in my mind. We sat for the coaching and I started with reproduction. When I reached to reproductive organs i could feel that she was getting concious of my stares on her boobs which were quite visible thru her wet dress.

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I caught hold of her more tightly and got better off all her attempts to sqeeze past. Knowing that it was useless to rebel she decided to comply.

I asked her to remove her blouse. She started crying. I told her that it wont help. Reluctantly she removed her blouse leaving her in her lacy bra and skirt. This sight turned me on completely and made my cock go as thick as ever before.

I approached her and gave her a kiss. Slowly I lay her down on the couch and kissed her thighs. Then I moved my hands over her bra pinching her breasts thru her bra. This made her breasts go hard. I kissed her for a long time.

Not able to bear the hard cock in my undies I removed my pand and undies to make my cock free. Seeing the cock Sophias was dumbstruck. I could feel lust in her eyes for the cock and the longing in them to have the cock put in her cunt.

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I unclasped the bra and saw her hard nipples. Sucking her nipples her put my hand into her panty. Her cunt was all hot and wet. I removed her panty and kissed it and got mad by the smell of the liquid which had seeped into it.

Here lay a girl all naked except her tiny skirt all ready to be fucked by me. I pinched her nipples with my thumbs and could hear her sighes getting louder and louder. I could hear “Fuck me ! Satisfy me !”

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“Are you going to pick me up or should I take a cab?” Chris asked.

“I’ll send a car out for you, or I’ll go myself. The schedule’s tight
but I think I have half-days of shooting that week,” Jake said, Chris could
hear him flipping through a stack of papers over the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” When Jake hung up, Chris realized how much he
really did miss him. The two weeks apart seemed to drag on forever; he
didn’t want to call Jake, knowing that he’d probably be shooting or
memorizing lines, and then the time difference made it even harder to gauge
whether or not he was sleeping, awake, or shooting scenes at night.

Chris threw a few more sweaters into his suitcase before snapping it
shut. Vivian had sent him a ticket to New York to meet with Houghton
Mifflin for the cover of his next book. He had no idea what he wanted it
to look like, and he was still working on giving it a title. He had a
journal full of working titles now that he’d ditched his laptop for
something lighter. There were words crossed out, charts testing the flow
of word combinations, shopping lists, and an ink stain on one page. If
anyone saw it, they’d think he was schizophrenic. He threw an extra blank
journal into his messenger bag and went looking for his wooden fountain
pen. Ever since Vivian found it for him, it was the only thing he liked
using.

Opening and closing the drawers in the study, which was growing
increasingly messy, “Shit,” he said, knocking over something on the floor
with his clumsy feet. Looking down, he noticed it was a rocking horse with
a note on it. Opening the pale yellow envelope, he felt stupid for not
noticing it until now. How long had it been sitting there?

There, scrawled in Jake’s shaky handwriting, was a message: “For
Chris–who made me real. Jake.” Chris realized it wasn’t just a rocking
horse; it was a skin horse, its leather faded and worn. Jake spent a lot
of time in the study when Chris was writing, since he wrote everywhere but
the study. He only used it when he was editing or making phone calls.
Chris kept his favorite books on the very top shelf, because they were all
really old, falling apart, or both. Chris never read a book just once,
every book he got was read at least twice, it was just something he was
used to from his literature classes. “There are two levels to every book,”
one of his professors would always say.

Chris grabbed his copy of The Velveteen Rabbit, the first book he
could remember having read to him. The corners of the book were tattered
and fraying, the pages were more yellow than white, and there were
scribbles all over the end sheets. He remembered telling Jake just once
that The Velveteen Rabbit meant a lot to him, it was when they’d only met
and Jake asked him what the “little book that’s falling apart” was. Chris
remembered going into a long speech about how it wasn’t falling apart, it
was being loved and would become real any day now. Jake probably thought
he was crazy, but here he was, looking down at his very own skin horse.
Had it been there this whole two weeks? It was too late to call Jake and
ask, and to say thank you, but he made a mental note to give Jake a special
thank you when he go to New York.

He noticed his pen sticking out from under the desk and grabbed it,
sticking it in his pocket. It seemed that when he least expected it, Chris
was always surprised. Jake always kept him on his toes.

***

Chris waited for everyone to leave the plane before even trying to get
out of his seat, the rush was too much to deal with, and after sitting
there for so long, what was another few minutes? Waving goodbye to the
flight attendants, he walked through a long tunnel into the terminal.
Everywhere he looked, people were hugging and shaking hands. Families
reunited and businessmen meeting to make their big deals, Chris looked
around for Jake, or at the least, someone holding a sign with his name on
it. Looking around, he saw neither, and as the crowd dissipated, he
figured that he should just head out to the street, maybe Jake told whoever
was picking him up to get him out there.

Pulling the handle from his suitcase, he took a few steps with the
rest of the crowd before he saw Jake standing there, a goofy smile on his
face and a messy sign that read “Lewis.” Chris practically ran to Jake,
throwing his arms around him. He didn’t care who saw, didn’t care if the
picture would be all over the internet that night, didn’t care if the
entire world stopped to stare. He felt safe, like he was home again.
Jake’s hand patted Chris’ back before reaching for the suitcase. “Let’s
get out of here,” he said.

“Thanks for picking me up,” Chris said, “and thanks for the horse.”

Jake’s eyes wrinkled as he smiled, “I knew you’d like it. But it took
you long enough to notice. I put it there right before I left.”

“Sorry,” Chris said, “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“When do you have to get back on set?”

“I got the rest of the day off.” Chris let his head fall to Jake’s
shoulder when they got into the cab, “Reservations for dinner, and a suite
at the Astoria.”

“Where to?” asked the cabby.

“Astoria,” Jake said, his hand grabbing Chris’. The stress of the day
seemed to disappear when Jake touched Chris. The warmth of Chris’ hand,
the familiar feeling of it inside his own, made Jake’s entire body relax.
He let out a long sigh, it was the first time in two weeks he just forgot
about the movie, and it felt good. Chris was looking out the window, his
eyes tired, but Jake could feel his pulse racing in his hand. “Tired?”

“It was a long flight. And it’s weird that I left at breakfast and
now it’s dinnertime,” Chris said, “I must have eaten six or seven bags of
peanuts on the plane.”

Jake smiled, the cab coming to a stop at the marble rotunda of the
Astoria. Chris got out of the car, stretching the fatigue out of his legs.
Jake pulled Chris’ suitcase out of the trunk, handing it to one of the
bellhops. “Twenty-eighth floor, I forget what number. It’s the third door
on the right after the elevator bay, I think. It’s under Lewis.”

The bellhop looked at Jake like he was crazy, and Chris grabbed his
suitcase from his hand, “I can take care of it, thanks.”

Chris and Jake walked into the hotel, it was quiet, but there were
still plenty of people in the lobby. “Elevators are over there,” Jake
said, motioning to the right. Chris walked towards them, everything about
the hotel distracting him. The architecture and the flowers, everything
was lush and opulent. “You guys can go first,” Jake said to an older
couple that was waiting for an elevator too, “we’ll catch the next one.”

Confused, Chris didn’t question it. Something was up with Jake and he
didn’t want to make it any worse. “The shooting schedule along with the
stress of the script itself must really be getting to him,” Chris thought.

An elevator opened and the two of them practically jumped inside, Jake
slamming his finger onto the “door close” button. When the doors slid
shut, Jake pounced on top of Chris, slamming him into the cold marble of
the elevator wall. The breath was knocked out of him, Jake’s lips on top
of his, hands on Chris’ ass and one knee spreading Chris’ thighs apart.
“Two fucking weeks,” Jake said, panting, “I’ve been crazy, I can’t
concentrate on anything, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

To be continued….