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Below is a random story pulled from an anomous newsgroup, Author unknown…

The Sex Story:

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….