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Related post: Date: Thu, 26 May 2005 12:22:05 EDT From: Subject: REDEMPTION chapter 1 and 2REDEMPTION By: JulienThis story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated.CHAPTER 1 From a distance, it appeared that two men were having preteen asian gallerie a friendly chat over a pack of smokes. Their heads preteen gymnast pics were close together, almost touching, and once in a while, one of them would be seen holding a thin cigarette between his lips while simultaneously rubbing his hands together hoping to generate some form of warmth on this bitter, cold night. But it was not two men that stood on the corner of Wilshire and Robinson, night after night, with cigarettes between their lips, their bodies encased in paper thin clothes and huddled together like football players ready to call a play. They were but two boys, ages fifteen and seventeen. And night after night, they stood on the corner of Wilshire and Robinson hoping to meet that perfect stranger that would provide one or both of them the warmth of his car, in exchange for a quick blowjob or fuck at a ***** rate. It was something both boys had gotten used to. It was a living, and to Michael and Chris, it was the real preteen petite only life they had known for the past year. They had not come to the street russians models preteens as a duo. They hadn't even super preteen grls met until the bitter winter of 1989 which had swept through New York City, leaving behind a surge in the number real virgin preteen of homeless deaths and the city scrambling to find shelter for the many remaining homeless people on the streets. It was just fate that had brought the two together at the shelter and it was fate that had kept them connected in some way ever since. It was amazing how close they preteens sex story had grown, considering the differences in their backgrounds. Chris had grown up in New York's lower east side with his single mother and older sister. His mother barely managed to pay the monthly rent on their stabilized apartment and when she fell behind in February of 1986, they were evicted. His mother shacked up with man after man for the next few months, shuttling Chris with her while leaving his sister, Tabitha with her maternal grandmother. This arrangement left no room for Chris to settle into any one school for any length of time and after the fifth move, he dropped out altogether. Around move number eight, Chris' mother got heavily into drugs and started prostituting. Within months, she had turned junkie and by Thanksgiving 1987, she was dead from an overdose. Chris fearing a pickup by social services turned to the streets. He moved from bridge to bridge, hoping to stay warm and to avoid pickup by beat cops. He stayed in shelters on nights the weather was too harsh but most nights, he made dark street corners his home. By December, Chris figured out that he wouldn't make it to new years on shelter food and begging so he did what most young boys on the streets did, he turned tricks. The first time was the hardest. The man was fat, preteen twin pics inconsiderate and rough. He fucked Chris behind a dark alley, where the only lights that could be seen were from the McDonalds a half block away. Christ cried that first time and didn't protest when the man only paid him half of what they had agreed upon. On the next occasion, Chris threatened to cut the man's dick off if he didn't pay him what was fair - the man in fear gave Chris twice what he was asking for. The fucking got easier and preteen ass video the physical pain eventually went away but Chris never again recovered that child like innocence he once possessed. Michael had also grown up in the city but unlike Chris, he lived in a penthouse suite on the Upper East Side. His father was a lawyer and his mother a clothing designer. Money was never an issue but for every piece of expensive furniture or clothing that he possessed, love was never attached to its giver. When he was seven, his father divorced his mother and moved to Canada with his mistress. His mother received a monthly stipend that should have covered all their household expenses and Michael's private school tuition but went instead to paying for male companionship for his mother. Within a year of his father's leaving, his mother had lost their home and was now in heavy debt due to her spendthrift ways. When she met another man with money who didn't want a child, she sent Mike to live with his father. Within three weeks of his leaving his mother, he was back. Neither his father knew that he had not moved in with his mother and her new beau nor was she aware preteen male model that he was no longer under his father's care. He stayed with different friends for days at a time until one friend introduced him to sex preteen toplist prostitution. Having been accustomed to a certain lifestyle, Michael was able to adapt his talent for fucking into a profession. It just so happened that they met outside the shelter at 111th street in Harlem, both vying for a bed that cold's winter's night. With one bed left, they offered to share and as they say, the rest is history.2004 Chris looked over the file in his hand and flinched. It wasn't that he had expected a miracle overnight. No, that would have been foolhardy, but after months of publicity, luncheons and speeches, he had expected their preteen fuck illegal donation folder to be at least filled with more than nickel and dime checks made out by ladies of the church. caribbean preteen He and his staff had tried to put the centre out there as much as they could. And it had apparently worked as they had a waiting list of over 300 but the target audience, the rich and the wasteful, seemed to have missed the memo as the only check that was large enough to make a dent was from Walter, his lover. He just wanted to throw the file in the garbage and burn it but he couldn't. The checks in there at least showed that someone cared about the kids out there. He cared. He closed the folder and put it in his desk drawer."Chris, its Walter on line one." It was the voice of Cheryl, a perky high school volunteer who drove seventeen miles out of her way everyday to assist at the centre."Thanks Cheryl." He replied, trying to sound as upbeat as possible. And while he might have been able to fool Cheryl into believing everything was fine, he couldn't fool Walter."Bad day preteen bikinis tgp hun?" Walter questioned as soon as Chris said hello."Yeah. Check turn out super preteens model wasn't so great. We're short by at least four hundred thousand. So much for advertisement. I feel as if I've wasted half the budget on ads without getting the results." His voice was somber and at that moment, he would give anything to be at home with Walter, holding him, pretending as if they were the only two people on earth."You tried babe and that's all anyone can ask of you. I think amateur preteen photo you did well considering what you had to work with. You took the centre out of the gutter and practically rebuilded it from the ground up with only a small part nn black preteen time staff and look at it now. You're able to run it with just a handful of part time volunteers. You should be proud Chris. I know I'm proud of you." And it made his heart swell with pride to hear his lover say those words."You're great Walt. You know just what I need to hear and you say it. I appreciate it." Chris could practically visualize Walter sitting at work, smiling to himself, happy that he had made Chris' day."I try hun. I won't keep you but I just called to find out the check totals and to see if you've considered option B."Chris groaned none nude preteens at the reminder of option B. He and Walter had bounced ideas off of each other, ideas which they dubbed option B. if they had by some small act of God, managed to raise enough money, option B would become null and void but if not, as was the case now, Walter had suggested that he get in touch with his old pal Michael Fitzgerald and see what connections he could bring through. Chris knew enough about Michael's cronies to know that that crowd did not help rift rafts but he had a hard time convincing Walter of that."Come on Walt, don't bring down my mood. I don't even want to think about Mike right now." And he didn't. Mike was his past, their friendship was his past. Mike had changed and had made it clear that his connections to Chris be kept hush/hush, something Chris took offense to. They had gone through a shit load of things together, too much things for Mike to just brush it and him off. But Chris guessed when you had a rich boyfriend parading you on his arm night after night, it paid to only keep high class company.Walter broke into his thoughts, "One of you has to be the bigger man and it might as well be you Chris. And besides, this isn't about you two being chummy with one another. preteen ill gallery It's about the kids who need your help. You promised to do what you could, to do all you could to make sure the centre succeeds."He knew Walt was right but he didn't want to admit it. He needed Mike and his connections."Fine, fine, I'll call him and see what he says, but if he brush's me off, I'm not begging." And he wasn't going to. His days of begging were far behind him."Don't beg, just call. And be a little friendlier than you were the last time. I don't think calling him 'a sell out asshole with a used up dick' is going to make him eager to assist. Be nice." And with that, he was gone. Chris replaced the receiver in its cradle and thought about their last conversation for a fraction of a second before he shook all thoughts of it and Mike out of his head. He would get to that later, after lunch. He replaced them with thoughts of Walter and what the man had come to mean to him. Look how far they had come and how their relationship had evolved. Just thinking that made him smile. He closed his eyes and not for what seemed like the hundredth time, he thought back to that first night they had met.1989He and Mike had once again found themselves homeless and trickless due to the bitter cold that had beseeched the city. They were lucky to be even holding the two cups of coffee that they managed to snag from a street vendor who had turned his back while his intended customer searched his satchel for change. They had run as fast as they could, coffee cups preteen sex rape in tow, while the vendor cursed at them in his heavy Middle Eastern accent when he realized what had transpired. Now it was time to decide once again what they were going to do for food."We could go downtown and see if we could drum preteen models sex up some customers. Some of the guys told me that even when it's cold they've been able to get picked up." Mike spoke in the voice of a child, full of uncertainty, but feeling the need to prove himself. He was two years younger than Chris and far less experienced, but what he lacked in age and experience, he made up in query. He always had his ear to the ground, always listening for a good tip that would pay off. And tonight, they could use all the good tips they could get. But Chris knew better. This cold would hold off even the most seasoned of johns."Nah. It'd be a waste of a fare and legal nn preteens besides, I'm too hungry to work. We won't find anyone out tonight. Not even the beat cops are on patrol. We may as well pack it in." Pack it in meant head down to the shelter at 111th Street. They usually had hot soup and bread and if preteen underwear girl you were lucky, an extra blanket or sweater that they were willing to give preteen nonude pictures away. The idea sounded good to both of them and they used the last dollar they had to jump on the subway going uptown.As expected, the place was packed, but at least they still had their doors opened. That was what they had liked about this place. The doors were always open, no matter how full the place got. They found a spot by a utility closet and began disrobing. "Better leave those on," a bearded man warned, "coats are disappear tonight, with it being so cold and all." They heeded his warning and kept their coats on. The line for soup seemed a mile and a half long and Chris groaned at the prospect of having to wait in it, but lucky for him, volunteers were walking around handing out cups of the hearty broth."Here you go. Its beef and veggies. preteen naked movie It's pretty good." The volunteer that had handed them cute preteen girlies both a cup was a man in his early thirties named Walter. He had volunteered at the center when time and schedule allowed it. His day job as an electrician kept him busy, especially during the winter and summer months but his nights were usually free. Both Chris and Michael regarded the man and mumbled 'thanks' japanese porn preteens before accepting a cup and hurriedly chowing down on its contents. Walter watched them with a gleam in his eyes. It had made him feel good to help kids like these, rape preteen archive kids that had nowhere but the streets to call home. He recognized both boys as regulars of the Wilshire and Robinson corner which he drove past everyday and every night on his way to work and back home again. He had no disillusions about what they did out there or who they did it with. It was a way to make a living and it seemed these boys had very limited options. He had once been tempted to stop and offer both boys a ride to the shelter but feared his helping hand may have been seen as an intrusion on their space. He had seen where boys, who felt they were being preteens underage cp told what to do, turned from shelters, choosing instead to starve on the street than to find warmth inside these walls. He chose instead to let the kids make their way up here little preteen modelz on their own and then try and show them an alternative to nudist preteenboys the street life. It was occasions like these when the weather turned treacherous that he worried the most. He also worked harder during those times in hopes that his caring nature would imprint itself on some of the youngsters, making them want to come back. Looking at the two boys as they feverishly drank down black naked preteens their soup, he couldn't help but think about what they probably had to endure night after night on the streets. and he was grateful that tonight, even if it was just for tonight, they had made their way to the shelter, to him, to someone who cared."Good?" He asked when the taller of the boys had finally looked up from his cup. Chris wiped his mouth with the back of his hand self consciously and nodded."Want some more? Maybe with some bread this time?" Walter prodded. He could see the need for more food in the boy's eyes. He wanted to make that need go away."Yes, please, thanks. And maybe some for my brother." xxx pictures preteens Chris responded. Walter smiled at Chris and Chris smiled back. That had been their first interaction. Walter had fetched them both more soup and this time as bambi preteen model they drank, he had engaged them in conversation."Been a bad winter hasn't it boys." He said, stating the obvious. The weather seemed a safe topic and not at all intrusive."A bitch." sexopreteens Responded Chris, looking at the man with a less guarded expression."That's why we try to set up as many beds and hot soup kitchens as we can. We can't keep everybody here but at least we can try and make passing through bearable. We have extra preteen cp photos beds if you and your brother want to wait."Chris thought of social services and shook his head. They couldn't be busted, not after all they had been through. It would make the fight seem for nothing."We're fine." Stated Chris, averting his gaze. Mike had looked at Chris and then the man with pleading eyes. Walter read that look and tried his best to sell them the offer."If you stay just one or two nights, then social services preteen 15 filipin won't have to be called in. You'd be like a face in the crowd. I won't ask you about your situation. I want to help you and I don't expect any return favors."The boys regarded his offer for a minute and once again, Chris declined it,"We're fine. We have a place."They left the minute Walter turned his back. He didn't see them for the rest of the night but two nights later, they were back, trying to make themselves as small as possible in a far corner of the room. It was the orange, paper thin coat that had given Chris away and his skinny sidekick only confirmed that it was indeed the duo. Walter once again fetched them cups of soup and hot bread, except this time, he ushered them into a quiet back room where they could eat in peace without the reality of the outside world trying to seep preteen ilegal pics in."I'm glad you decided to warm up here. I'm Walter by the way." He held out his hand to Chris and then to Michael. Both shook it tentatively, unsure if they could trust this man. But something about the way he held Chris' hand made Chris want to trust him."We want to stay but you can't call social services on us." Chris stated."I won't. I can't unless you tell me that you're under the age of eighteen." And even though he knew the truth, he never let on. The streets were hard enough when you were an homemade preteen models adult, but being a kid must have been unbearable."We're legal." Chris stated, even though they both knew it to be a lie. They didn't talk further that night or the next night or the next night. The boys came to the shelter at night, had a hot cup of soup and shared a mattress with warm blankets. It must have been a month later when Michael had started to run a high fever. There had been a break in the temperatures and it had been an opportunity for them to make some money. The streets seemed too flooded with johns looking for a quick release and both boys had made the extra effort to make themselves standout among the hoards of young boys and preteen model garage men that took to the street. Michael had not been into it tonight though. He had not been into it many nights. Not since they had taken up residence at the shelter on a some what semi permanent basis. He wanted to spend the chilled night with a cup if hot soup, bread and a warm mattress. "But this kiddie preteens is how we get fed. We can't always depend on the shelter." Chris had protested. "If we don't make money tonight, who knows when we'll get another chance." And despite his concerns about losing their spot at the shelter, and the warm chill that seemed to resound in his body, he went with Chris anyway. Now here they stood among many of the other kids, watching, waiting for someone, anyone to pick them up."Hey kid, you selling?" A man in pea green suit had walked up to Michael and had made his advance."You a cop?" Michael responded."No.""We'll, whadoyouwant?" The words came out in one jumbled mass before Michael could stop them."I wanna fuck you, bareback. I'll pay you twice your fee, but I wanna video tape it." His request wasn't new but Michael wasn't into it, he was never into it."I don't do nothing without a condom." He stated, trying to get rid of the stars that seemed to be dancing in front of his eyes."Not even for a $200.00?"It was a lot, more money than they would have both hoped to make in one night. Michael was on the verge of maybe saying yes when Chris stepped in."He said he doesn't fuck raw. A matter of a fact, he doesn't fuck at all. He'll blow you but if you wanna fuck, it'll have to be with me." It was times preteen sandra forum like these when Chris' brotherly nature would come out. He was older than Mike and had to watch out for him."You're too old kid. I need fresh faced and you ain't it.""Well get out of here you sick fuck!" The man looked at Chris with disgust, flipped him the finger and walked gratis preteen fotos on down the line, finally able to snatch up a kid that looked both younger and inexperienced than both of them."Wrap it up!" Chris managed to shriek to the kid before they drove off in the man's car.The crowd seemed to thin out after that and after an hour or two, only a handful of boys remained on the corner."Chris, I don't feel so hot." Mike moaned, leaning his head against a wall, sweat pouring down his face. Chris took one look at him and knew that something was wrong."Where does it hurt Mike?" He asked, feeling his friend's forehead. Mike touched his temples, forehead, arms, legs and chest."Can you walk to the subway?"Mike nodded, and with that, they once again made their way uptown. Walter noticed that something was wrong off the bat without either of the boys saying anything."Lay him down on the mattress in the back. Cover him up with blankets and stay with him. I'll be right back." And with that, he ran out of the room. The boys walked into the room and Chris did as he was instructed. Walter returned and carried with him a bag of ice and a thermometer. Alongside side him was another man."He's fine, he just needs to rest." Stated Chris, regarding this new stranger and not liking the vibe he was getting. He didn't trust this man, not like how he had trusted Walter."He's not fine Chris. voyeur preteen candid He might have pneumonia. This is Phil, another volunteer, he's a doctor. He won't hurt Mike or you." His words seemed to ease the tension in Chris for he backed away from Mike allowing the stranger to work on him."Chris, come outside with me for a second, please." Chris looked at Walter through hooded eyes hoping to detect some hidden agenda but when he didn't see one, he followed him through the glass door.Once outside, Walter spoke candidly to Chris for what seemed liked the first time. Their was no fear that he would chase him away this time. Chris would stay because Mike was here."You're a tough kid aren't you?" He asked, looking at Chris with admiration. It shocked Chris that someone could admire what he did, what he had to do."I do what I have to.""And you look out for Mike too. You watch out for him. I've been watching the two of you and it makes my heart melt to see how you watch out for that kid. You guard him like he's a precious jewel or something, like he's your brother.""He's a kid, ya know. He shouldn't have to be doing this shit.""And neither should you." Walter had finally said what he had wanted to say for the longest while."It's all I know." Chris stated matter of factly. It was all he knew."It's not all you are though. If you had a chance to go to school, to learn something other than the street, then I know you would succeed. You're a smart guy Chris, too smart to be doing this."Walters' expression had softened to a point where to Chris, it seemed like pity."Ha! school? Education? You think all that shit matters to me? I'm barely able to make it day by day so how the fuck would a manage a long term plan like that? You gonna pay my way?" His voice was mocking and cruel, but he was angry. How dare this man try to change his reality. How dare he show him an alternative and not the way to get there. Fuck him!And as if reading his mind, Walter spoke up, "yes, I'll pay your way and I'll pay Mike's way too. I'll set you up with housing and I'll put food in your mouths and all I ask for is one thing in return."Chris knew to expect this. He wanted Walter to be different but he never expected it."And what's that. A fuck from both of us, or one from just me. You wanna invite Phil over too for a foursome." His voice held contempt and every word he spat was like the venom from a snake."No. What I want from you is a promise. A promise to make a decent go of it. A promise that no matter how hard it gets, you won't give up and go packing unto the street again."Chris stood there rooted to the spot, unable to move. This seemed too good to be true and yet still, he couldn't feel out the deceptiveness in it all."Why do you wanna help us so much? What's in it for you?""Nothing." Walter stated mater of a factly, "There's nothing in it for me." Thinking back to that conversation, Chris could only smile. If it hadn't been for Walter, he and Mike may not have made it. Walt had managed to bump them to the top of the shelter list, providing them preteen nude are with a warm place to call home. That first month had been the hardest for them. Having to share space with other people, feeling as if they were charity cases for the city. But after they had managed to wrap their heads around the fact that they were no longer on the street, living there had gotten easier. Walter helped Chris get registered in a GED program that helped him get the equivalence of a high school diploma. He had helped Chris study for the exams and had been there in the crowd with Mike when Chris had walked across that stage to receive his diploma. He had gotten both boys into counseling programs free of charge and had signed them both up for team sports, hoping to give them an outlet for their anger. He had gotten Chris his first job as a drug store clerk and had worked with him on college applications. He had gotten Mike back into school and had helped him graduate with a decent g.p.a. and a partial scholarship to Emerson University. And when he thought they were ready, he put the down payment on an apartment for them to share near his own. Walter had taken a chance on two kids he didn't know and without any guarantee, he had bet they would succeed. Chris had a lot to thank Walter for and he would never allow himself to forget it. And unlike Mike who could easily put his past behind him, Chris could never see himself forgetting a history which was both good and bad. His history made him who he was today and forgetting that history meant forgetting all his achievements and most importantly, forgetting Walter and all that he had done for Chris, and that, he refused to do. He finally gathered his strength and punched in the numbers he had come to loathe. He hated Mike for treating Walter the way he did and he hated him for forgetting what they had been through and he hated him for never acknowledging their friendship after he had gotten his life together. He was happy that Michael had survived his time on the streets. He would have never wished him otherwise. But turning his back on a friend, pretending that what they had suffered through together did not exist was just too much for Chris to just forget and let it be. Michael should have never forgotten.CHAPTER 2The man picked up the phone on the first ring and brought it to his ear."Hello."Chris was tempted to hang up but he knew Walter would chew him out for being a coward so he didn't. He would tolerate Benjamin Stiles for as long as it took him to get Mike on the phone."Ben, is Mike there?" He tried to keep his voice pleasant and upbeat but he had heard himself speak and there was nothing pleasant and upbeat about his tone."He can't talk right now Chris." Ben stated the irritation in his voice obvious."Well it's important." In fact, it could wait. Chris could wait forever but he knew he had to do this some time and now was as good a time as any."Hold on."Chris heard the phone being out down and then Ben shout, "Michael, its Chris. bbs sites preteen I don't know why you even bother keeping in touch with him. The guy obviously has no class..."The conversation trailed off and Chris very preteen nudes had to stop himself from hanging up. Ben was Mike's stuck up, high class boyfriend. They had met a few years ago and had been cohabitating ever since. Ben knew nothing about Mike's history and Mike was in no hurry to inform him, something that annoyed Chris to no end. He wondered how Mike could deny such a big part of himself and on top of that, justify his actions as being reasonable. Before he dwelled any more on it, he had to mentally remind himself the reason why he was calling and geared himself to speak to Mike. He wondered though, if in preteen ukrain models the last few years he had been speaking to Mike, or if it was just an imitation of his former friend. The Mike he knew wouldn't say and do all the things that he preteenboys studio was doing now. He had to remind himself of that when Mike picked up on the other end."Can't preteen xx model talk long Chris, what can I do for you?"Chris couldn't help but think how polite he sounded, how polished, as if he'd been taught to walk the high class walk and talk the high class talk. It was sickening."I won't keep you. I just wanted to...well Walter thought I should ask you if maybe you'd be interested in making a donation to the center and maybe getting Ben and some of his friends to do the same." And as an afterthought he added, "It's not like they don't throw enough money away on pointless shit. This is for a good cause." He couldn't stop himself from adding that little part. Walter would call him on it later when he recounted this whole sordid conversation to him."I don't think so Chris. Ben's not interested in this and neither are his friends.""Well what about you.""I don't think so. I'm still paying back student loans and...""And you're ashamed poor, little, Ben might find out about your sordid past and he'll take away your credit card. Cut the bullshit Mike and be a man about this. latvian preteen girl Why don't you just tell the fucking truth?" That was it. He had blown it. Niceties seemed to have flown out the window at that moment and Chris was like a runaway train with the brakes off."You're afraid what Benjamin might think of you if he found out, preteen boy video aren't you? He already knows about me and you're afraid what he might think if you start associating yourself with me and the center. You're a fucking coward, so admit it!" His preteen models colombian voice displayed his anger and it didn't take a second for Chris preteen erotica images to get the response he had been expecting. After all, Mike could only keep his classy act in place for only so long. After all, you can take the boy out of the street but you can't take the street out of the boy."You know you have some nerve talking to me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are? I don't have to listen to this shit coming from you Chris and I'd appreciate it if you and pearl models preteen your aging sweetheart kept the fuck away from me. Stop calling and harassing me and stop trying to use my relationship with Ben as a fucking ATM. I don't give a fuck about you, the center or Walter so leave me alone." And with that, Mike slammed the phone unto its cradle.Chris was not surprised, rather, he was amused. He wondered what dear, ole Benjamin must have been thinking having witnessed Mr. High and Mighty's little temper tantrum. He was tempted to call back just to hear the irritation in Mike's voice but decided against it. He refused to waste another minute on that ungrateful son of a bitch and his owner. There were many other things that needed to be done, things that would make a difference. He picked up his extension and asked Cheryl to bring in the center registry. He would hate to have to go home to Walter and tell him they had to make due with the funds that they had. If there was one semi rich donator in the registry, he would find them. "What was that all about?" Ben had questioned as soon as Mike had hung up the phone. The look on his face was one of condescension and it made Mike feel foolish for his outburst. He should never have allowed Chris to wind him up as he did. It just wasn't worth it."Nothing, I'm sorry. I just lost my cool there for a moment.""Lost your cool? You were behaving like a street vagrant. For a second there I thought...never mind. pretty nude preteens I don't know why you were ever friends with someone like that. I can't see what you two ever had in common.""We were never friends. He was just someone I knew." It was a lie of course. Everything out of his mouth about Chris these days seemed to be a lie. It was never an easy thing to do but he was willing to lose a few nights sleep over it if he would wake up and continue to live the life he was living. This pent house was gorgeous. They had a pool to themselves right on the roof and the view was phenomenal. How could he ever think to trade this in for anything in the world? Chris would never understand. His mind was too simple to grasp such a concept. No, if it didn't have to do with the center, Walter or their past, it didn't matter. Chris didn't mind being reminded on a daily basis about his life on the street. He could face the fact that he had fucked for money and still go home and cuddle with his honey with no regrets. Mike super cute preteens couldn't do that. He never thought much about those days unless Chris brought it up. It made him sick to think about what he had to do to survive back then. It disgusted him to think that it was still going on to youngest pussy preteen a new generation of youngsters. But why should he have been responsible for someone else's problem. Why should he have to uproot his life to help strangers who he didn't even know. And besides, what was in it for him. A pat on the back? His name on some plaque? Fuck it, it wasn't worth stirring up drama for simple recognition. All he wanted was to fade into the background. He wanted to be able to live his life with Ben and not have to worry about someone recognizing him as a trick. He wanted to be able to erase the memories of those years he was on the street and replace them with the memories he had told Ben. Memories of month long yacht rides with his father, attending boarding school in England, traveling the globe with his mother. He wanted all of that to be true, to be his memories, but they were nothing more than implants that he wished were real. But Ben was none the wiser. He had taken Mike at his word and he would be damned if he would let someone like Chris crawl out top foro preteen of the woodwork and ruin this for him. He deserved the life he was living and damn if he was going to let Chris or anyone else pull the rug from underneath him."For someone you just know he sure calls here and acts like he has a right to be calling here and speaking with you. I don't like the guy." Ben had broken into his thoughts, something that allowed Mike to clear his head."I preteen fuking free heard about this center he runs, the one for homeless gay teens, and I've got to tell you it makes my toes curl. This is the stain on gay culture. Everyone looks at these places and thinks this is what we're all about. Prostitution, vagrants, criminals. They look at those groups and just because they happen to be gay, they associate them with us. It sickens me to think that my taxes are going to a place like that. What a waste. What about the arts, music, culture for God's sake. We need more of those, not shelters for prostitutes to rest up before their next big job. To think what this country is coming to..."Mike made the excuse that he had to pick up groceries for the dinner party they were throwing tonight and made girls preteen brazil a quick exit. He couldn't stand there another minute and continue to listen to Ben's tirade about prostitutes being the stain on American society. And even though he would never admit it consciously, subconsciously, he found Ben's remarks hitting too close to home."Ok, well pick up some chardonnay and some dessert, maybe truffles."And even after he shut the door to the apartment, he could still hear Ben's voice prattling on about the party and what menu he thought would be more refined. No matter how much he tried to separate his old life from the new one, it still seemed to Mike that they kept on meeting at intersections and free preteen modeling one day, he feared they would eventually cross paths. He had had a close call a few months back when he had run into a guy he and Chris both knew from back on the corner. His name was Trevor and in 1989, he had been one of hundreds of prostitutes displaced by the weather. He took to Chris and Mike like the proverbial moth took to a well lit flame. They were never chummy like that but they were friendly enough to have a chat every now and then about something other than how much was made that night, how many tricks were taken home and the number one question of all, how good/bad was the sex. When Chris and Mike left the street life, they left Trevor with it until that day last year when he bumped into him at the grocery store. He didn't recognize the man at first because of his obvious accommodation, a wheelchair. But when the man called out to him and asked him how he and Chris preteen fantasy pics were, he knew it had to be someone who knew them preteen non sex back then. Ben had just been an isle down from him and he feared past and present meeting under florescent lights and boxes of crackers so he hurriedly took Trevor's number and promised to call. He of course never did, but that encounter was enough reason to switch supermarket chains. He had been so careful since then, trying his best to go only where he knew his past couldn't follow, high priced chain stores, money pits and the likes. Of course he also assumed that nobody from his past had made it big. He imagined himself as being the only dignified one of the lot to get out and actually move on up.He continued to walk along the sidewalks, on his way to market when he heard it, the catcall from across the street and then the not so subtle offer to 'make him feel real good'. He didn't even turn his head and of course, preteen tighties models the catcalling didn't stop."Hey babe, let me suck on that dick for you. You have never had a suck like this, I promise." The voice bellowed. And this time, he did turn. There was a lone boy on the corner, obviously a trick from his comments, but not obviously so by his dress. He had on what looked like a polo shirt and cargo shorts, nothing indecent about them. There were no holes in the crotch or no secret sample passage for his ass to be seen. Mike realized he was staring and turned away, continuing his walk."Come on Hun, help a guy out. I'll make it worth your while."Mike stopped at this and turned."Why don't you find a job kid and stop harassing people just trying to go about their business.The kid smirked at that, "this is my job."Mike shook his head and continued on his way, making a half hearted attempt to put nun nude preteens the boy out of his mind, but only succeeded in making the boy's image more prominent in his thoughts. He was good-looking and definitely confident and Mike could easily see himself getting into a debate with him but he was a prostitute, a stain on gay culture as Ben had put it and Mike refused to be drawn into that. He momentarily forgot about the boy and started his shopping."Fancy meeting you here." The words frightened him, but he made himself turn around and acknowledge the person behind him. The kid was within touching distance now and if Mike leaned closer, he was sure he'd be able to feel the kid's breath on him."You following me?" He asked unintelligently. It was an obvious answer to a question that didn't need asking. Of course the kid preteen girl forums was following him. Why else preteen underwear modling would fprbidden preteen girls he be here?"No, I just decided galleries slim preteens I needed some," the kid paused, picked up a package of expensive imported coffee and looked at it, "Bolovia coffee from Botswana. It's really good." They both knew this to be a lie preteen masturbating stories but Mike couldn't help but cracking a smile. This kid had balls."Don't you have customers waiting?" He asked, continuing his shopping and feeling strange about not reprimanding the kid for following him into the store, after all, this was a place where one of Ben's many acquaintances might see him."You hurt me so. Anxious to get rid of me that bad. I want you to be my customer." The kid clutched his hand to his heart in mock despair and smiled as he spoke."I have a boyfriend kid. A boyfriend who I love and who I'm committed to.""Oh you do. No worries, just thought I'd try my luck. I'd still suck you for free." And with that, the kid put back the coffee and turned, walking out of the store seconds later.Mike's heart raced. He couldn't believe he had held such a public conversation with the kid and had not felt one ounce of shame. He knew he should have been ashamed. If Ben or someone Ben knew had seen it, they would have thought he was behaving like a slut. He all of a sudden felt dirty. He picked up the remaining items he needed and walked out of the store. He consciously began looking for the kid but decided that he must have left with a customer or another trick. He should have figured that much. After all, they preteen nn girls were just stains on gay culture.Chris allowed himself to relax into Walter's embrace as he recounted his conversation with Mike. Walter laid there on the futon with Chris between his legs, listening and feeling oddly disappointed at Chris at his handling of things. He could understand Mike's need to move on and to forget the past. Mike had been through a lot, more than what he had told Chris, but Walter knew. He knew about the crosses that Mike had to bare and he understood why he felt the need to keep that part of his identity pedo pages preteen hidden. But he didn't say any of this to Chris. He let him prattle on about how much of an asshole Mike was and how he couldn't believe they were ever friends."I mean I saved his ass so many times back then. And god knows I preteen rape pussy did a lot more work than him and still gave him half of what I earned. He makes it seem like he had the burdens of the world on his shoulder, like everything was all on him when it wasn't. And can you believe that little shit had the preteen shy nerve to say he didn't give a fuck about me, the center or you. And after all the things you did for us hun. That ungrateful son of a bitch."Walter found himself reaching his limit of passive participation. Chris had said his say and now it was his turn."Chris, you're going to hate me for saying this but I'm going to say it anyway. I think the both of you were out of line. You for going off at him and his decision to run his life the way he sees fit, and him for returning the favor. You both need to do some growing up if you ask me."Chris was surprised by Walter's candidness and a little upset. Walter was supposed to take his side, not Mike's."Come on Walt. You can't really think that. Look at all the things you did for us. Ok, so forget about the fact that the center needs money and forget the fact that he wants to keep his past a secret. Look at how he treats you. If it weren't for you babe, we would probably have died on the streets or preteens swimwear pics gotten AIDS or turned into criminals. You made us able to be proud of who we are. Or at least you made me proud to be who I am. He could at least be grateful for that." Chris held Walt's hand as he said it and later, he kissed it. He needed to have Walter believe that he did his best in getting funds for the shelter. He needed Walt's reassurance that he was proud of him. Proud of the decisions he was making with his life.And it was as if Walt could sense Chris's need to be reassured. He squeezed Chris' hand in his and brought it to his lips and he couldn't help but think how much he loved this man. They preteen nude porn had been through a lot together, Chris especially, and he wanted nothing more than to make all the hurt and doubt that Chris felt go away."You can't control how someone else reacts to a given situation hun. Mike went through a lot, as did you. You both suffered more as children than most grown folks do, and if this is his way of dealing with it, let him be. As long as he's happy, let him be." His words seemed to calm Chris as he released his vice grip on Walter and relaxed into his embrace."I love you Walt, I love you so much and I won't ever forget what you did for me. You didn't have to do any of those things but you did and you saved us. You took a chance and you saved our lives. Mike might be able to forget that but I never will. You're too important to me for me to ever forget that."There was a silence that hung in the air now, but it was an agreeable one. Chris felt his eyes get heavy preteenagers pussy nude and before Walt knew it, Chris was fast asleep in his arms. He pulled the blanket csm preteen supermodels that lay beside him and put it around him and Chris. It was bound to get chilly later with all the windows open and he didn't feel like leaving the confines of his lover's embrace. It was rare that they had the opportunity to just sit xxx preteenz pics back and relax. Usually, it was on the go from morning till night with Chris at the center most days and Walter running his own small electricians business in Westchester. They managed to take a month time off around Christmas time but other than that, they had to consciously make time to spend mature seduce preteen with each other. 'It was easy making time for Chris though' thought Walter as he lightly ran his hand through Chris' hair. Chris made it easy for Walt to love him. He had made good on his promise to give the clean life a go and he had adapted fairly well and fairly easily to it. And there had never been a time where Walter had to doubt his decision to help Chris and Mike. It was simply a matter of doing what he knew was right. Why he chose those two was another matter. It occurred to him later that maybe he had helped them for all the wrong reasons. Maybe it was his attraction to Chris or his need to 'father' children. Either way, he never regretted investing his time and money into those two. Even now, seeing Mike's reaction to him, he would never wish to change anything about the past, except his own. What he never told Chris or Mike wouldn't hurt them. He wondered though if Chris would be with him if he ever found out the truth. Would Chris be so willing to criticize Mike if he knew his own lover was harboring secrets from his past? Sometimes Walter wanted to come clean and tell Chris the truth. He wanted Chris to know about what he had done all those years ago, what ultimately drove him to do charity work, but he didn't dare. It wasn't important anyway. What was important was they had settled into this comfortable life and that they were happy. As long as they were comfortable and happy, Walt didn't really care about anything else. Mike couldn't sleep. It was as if every time his head hit the pillow, he saw Chris standing there, calling him a coward and then turning to Ben and telling him the truth. In his dream, Ben would then turn to Mike, walk up to him and snatch his wallet away. He would then snatch Mike's watch, clothes and ultimately nude preteen boyz his shoes, until Mike was left wearing his ratty old briefs."You make me sick." Ben spat at him in his dream before walking out the door. Then their penthouse would disappear and Mike found himself on a street corner preteen wet dream without clothes, shoes and money. He would turn to his right and see hoards of kids. He recognized one of them as Trevor and chinese bikini preteen another as the kid who offered to blow him. Turning to his left he saw Chris and Walter staring down at him, laughing. Chris calling him a coward and Walter just standing there, staring, laughing.He once again woke up with a sudden jerking movement. He could feel the sweat on his brow and felt as it dripped unto his neck and down into his t-shirt. The feel of it made him nauseous. He looked over to his right and found that he was relieved to not have Ben beside him tonight. He didn't know how he would have explained all of this to him. Ben didn't take too kindly to being roused in the middle of the night, not when he had to leave the penthouse at 6AM some mornings to catch flights to Milan, Rome, or wherever his career took him. Being a big time architect left little room in his life for shotty mornings and he made sure to tell Mike right off the bat that his sleep was priority number one. Mike had been hurt when Ben had said that but the Rolex had made up for it. Since Ben took care of all the bills and Mike, Mike figured he could overlook Ben's sometime uncaring nature. He knew Ben cared about him. Why else would he invest his time and money on Mike if he didn't.Mike pulled the covers off him and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Looking over at the digital clock he saw the eerie glow of 3AM and sighed. He had nothing much to do tomorrow so he could sleep in late but he was expecting Ben back from Italy late tomorrow evening and he wanted to have everything ready for him. The party they had thrown last night had preteen nonnud been successful. At least for Ben it was. He had gushed to Mike on the way to the airport that he had made some good contacts for a proposal he had in mind. Mike pretended to amateur preteen girls be listening but was really just giving Ben the once over, reminding himself how lucky he was to have this man in his life. He had nodded at the right time and had added in a few 'great work hun' when it seemed appropriate, but his mind was tuned out then, just as it was tuned preteen japan porn out now. He wanted to preteens privat forget about Chris and all the shit he had said to Mike that afternoon but he couldn't. So he did the only thing he could, he gave into those urges to think about Chris and the past. He would only allow himself to do it for a few minutes but maybe if he did, he would sleep a little better, maybe the nightmares would finally start to go away. They had been living at the shelter for about a month and a half then. To Mike, it had seemed like the longest month and a half of his life. He hated having to share such a small place and having to hide what little cash he had but things weren't always bad. He found himself being able to sleep the whole night through and waking up without the distinct feeling of frost bite on his fingers or toes. He liked having the security of falling asleep and not having to worry about keeping one eye open for beat cops, gay bashers or, other teen prostitutes looking to steal his money. He liked having this temporary haven to call his home. He even found himself looking to Walter as more than a volunteer. He had become like a god in Mike's eye. He made sure that both Mike and Chris were well fed and clothed. He even managed to convince Chris and him to stop working on the streets - that, he was the most grateful for. Walter seemed to take to Chris more than he did to Mike and at first, it made Mike wonder if maybe there had been a trade off. It wouldn't have been the first time Chris had traded goods for services. But Chris had denied it and Mike found it easier to just accept preteen genitals pictures the way things were turning out."So, what grade are you in school Mike?" Walter had asked one evening a month and a half into their stay. Mike had found it strange that Walter hadn't automatically assumed that he had dropped out as had everyone else."I was in the 8th grade but I don't go to school anymore, no time and no money to pay for books. And besides, there would be too many questions about my parents."Walter had smiled sympathetically and had took to rubbing Mike's clothed arm in a comforting way."You've been through a lot Mike, more than any kid your age should ever have to go through and I'm sorry for that. But know this, there's still time for you to recover somewhat from this. You can still go back to school, finish your education and be whatever you want to be."Mike had laughed, "You sure are optimistic. You're like the only guy I know who would actually believe two prostitutes could be doctors and lawyers. Chris said you preteens pics bbs were a saint.""I'm not a saint, just a man who wants to help out where he can and I see that what you and Chris both need right now is someone who actually gives a damn." Walter had paused before continuing,"I want to be that person for you guys. I care, and I want you two to know that I'm here for you both."Mike had just nodded at Walter's words, trying hard not to give too much accreditation to them, that way, if Walter turned out to be something he wasn't, Mike wouldn't be too disappointed."Thanks, it's appreciated ya know. It's sure different though. Living here I litte preteens hardcore mean. It's not like the streets, I feel safe here." And as if an after thought, Mike added "I know one day were gonna have to leave, but at least for know its good to have a place to come home to."Walter had looked at him quizzically and then spoke, his face softening a bit."The shelter is not a forever solution Mike, but there mary preteen model are other options. I don't know if Chris mentioned the talk I had with him to you."When Mike shook his head, Walter continued,"I bikini preteens models had offered to give you both the opportunity to go back to school. As for housing, if the shelter makes a request for you to leave, I am more than willing to take you both into my home, free of charge. I don't expect a trade off, but I do expect you both to do your best." Walter had smiled at him, giving Mike the impression that he was being sincere. But that was all it was, a smile. A promise and smile. People made promises all the time without keeping them. And he knew nothing about Walter that would guarantee that he wouldn't withdraw his promise if push came to shove. Walter didn't know them and they didn't know him, not well enough yet to base all of their salvation on his shoulders.But Mike never relayed any of these fears to Walter. He just politely smiled at him and shook his words off as just another empty promise. But to his surprise, he had been wrong. japanese preteen nudists A few weeks later he and Chris found themselves displaced and in need of a home with the streets as their only alternative. And like a knight in shinning armor, Walter had showed up and offered them a room in his modest two bedroom apartment in the city. And as expected, Chris had taken the lead and had turned him down,"Thanks a lot Walter but we got it covered. It's going to be getting warmer soon and we'll be able to find a place to crash." And just like that, Mike and Chris had found themselves back on the street. Chris did his best to support them, finding shelter in an old topless preteens galleries abandoned building, and using what little money he had, to buy them a decent meal every know and then. But eventually, the money ran out, their shelter was discovered, forcing them to find another residence, and when the weather became cooler, they had no other alternative but to resort back to tricking. Mike didn't want to go back to that and he voiced his opinion to Chris."I'm not doing that shit man! I'm tired of living like this!" And while he tried pink preteen pics to keep his anger under wraps, it managed to come out anyway."You think I actually want to do this shit Mike. Fuck, what other choice do we have? Would you rather sit and watch us freeze and starve to death or would you prefer to be sipping on some hot chocolate and eating a burger every now and again?"When Mike didn't answer, Chris continued his tirade,"I'll understand if you don't wanna work. And I'm not gonna force you to. But be realistic man, if you don't work, I'll have to. If we wanna eat, I'm gonna have to fuck." And that was that. Mike never brought up the argument again.But someone above must have heard Mike's silent prayer to help them out of this jam for not even an hour after he had had that conversation with Chris, Walter had showed up and pleaded with both of them to come with him. At first Chris had been defiant, and then downright rude, but Walter never gave up until he had both boys in the back of a cab, riding towards his apartment.They had both kept their mouths shut until they stepped out of the cab and in front of a manned building on the Upper East Side. Walter had greeted his door man, who nodded at both boys, and together they had ridden the elevator to the 6th floor."Nice building man, you sure they want our kind staining the carpet." Quipped Chris, only managing to garner a stern look from Walter."You are no better or worse than anyone who lives here, got it! You are just as good as these people and no matter what it takes, I'm not letting you leave here until you come to the same conclusion."And that was how it had started. Walter never let Chris or Mike degrade themselves verbally or did he allow anyone else to do it in his presence. His apartment was a nice size and the larger of the two bedrooms he had given to them to sleep in. The bed was more than capable of holding them, and the adjoining bathroom was more than adequate. He gave them free range of the kitchen on the condition that they picked up after themselves and that they did their share in keeping it clean.And if it all seemed like a dream when Walter signed Chris up for GED classes and registered Mike for the ninth grade, Mike sure as hell woke up from that dreamlike state. For both of them, getting an education was a five day a week job that took up most of their time. This not including the swimming lessons that they took down at the Y on Saturdays and Chris' new job as a drug store clerk which he did 3 afternoons a week and all day Saturday. Within a few months, Chris had graduated the program and had signed up for classes at the community college.The years after that seemed to just fly by so fast. Before they knew it, Chris had a B.S. in human services, Mike was attending Emerson University and they were living in their own apartment, Chris proudly able to pay half the rent while Walter contributed the other half. All during this time, they had been receiving counseling and had come to terms with what they had been forced to do years earlier. And while that helped, Mike could never get that feeling of distaste off him. Periodically he would look in the mirror and be disgusted with what he saw. This made it hard for him to go out and form meaningful relationships that didn't include sex as the be all and all. Chris on the other hand seemed to have no problems there. After they first moved in with Walter, Mike started to notice that the two of them seemed to have a peculiar bond. It wasn't anything overt that Mike noticed, but rather the subtle signals that they sent each other. A look here, a smile there, and even though Mike had questioned Chris about it. His friend would always shrug and tell him to mind his own business. He didn't know the details of them getting together, but when Mike came back from a four year stint at Emerson, he found that Walter and Chris had developed an all out relationship that no preteen nn imageboard doubt included sex. He didn't say anything to Chris about it and vice versa. And in his preteen free passwords opinion, if Chris wanted to fuck Walter as gratitude payment, so be it. Years later he would discover that that wasn't the case but back then, he thought differently. Back from Emerson with a degree in architecture and a new job, Mike made the decision to move out, only telling Walter and Chris that he needed space.Of course the time they spent together became less and less, and eventually after being out of college for six years, they lost contact all together. Mike was willing to take the blame for that as he was the one who shut both Chris and Walter out of his life. He had thought about reconnecting but then he met a well known architect by the name of Benjamin Stiles and that's when a lie was born. He severed all times between himself and the past and that unfortunately included Walter and Chris. After moving in with Ben, he revamped himself into the arrogant, snob that he had become and never looked back. He enjoyed being catered to and not to have to worry about working if he didn't want to. In fact, he worked on a freelance basis which african preteens pics wasn't very often, and often spent his free time at a swanky sports club on the east preteens nude porno side. And he could have easily continued living the way he had been living if not for the minor irritation of Chris's call. It had been less than a minute, but it had done its damage. And because of it, he had once again found himself entrenched in the past, unable to shut it out completely. And after being unable to fall asleep, he gave up and headed for the shower. Maybe then he could pretend to wash away an erasable history. **************************************************************
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