Homeless Boy

By Ed Louis

Published on Feb 12, 2014

Gay

This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to any real person(s) is purely coincidental. The story contains consensual sexual behavior between men. If you object to this or are underage, please leave now. Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this site going and free.

What a perfect ending to a perfect weekend. Making love to Hank, with no outside interference, was marvelous. I am so much in love with him, I can never get enough. Thinking back to the many times I spotted him at Union Station, I am still amazed at what I have now, simply because I wanted to know his story. This dirty, ragged but handsome young man has brought more joy and love to me than I deserve. I pray I never hurt him and never lose him.

That damned, annoying alarm! I want to stay home, but I know there is much to do today. So I ease out of the bed, trying not to disturb him. After my shower, I noticed he was already up, probably making coffee for me. I dressed then headed to the kitchen. There was my naked Adonis, with my coffee mug and bagel all ready. "Mike, thank you for the best birthday I have ever had and thank you for loving me as much as I love you." "I will miss you today."

I was choked up, couldn't talk, tears in my eyes, but managed to say, "I love you." Then I sprinted out the door before I could change my mind and call in sick. I had tons of work to do. First order of business was to call Bryan and get this HSC thing going. Next was dealing with the Roberta issue.

I walked in to work, dropped my stuff off in my office, then went to the lounge for more coffee. Sam was filling his cup as I came in. As he turned around, I noticed a difference in his hair, he had hi-lights?.it looked good. Why had I not noticed it yesterday? "Hey, I like your hair, makes you look so hip!" I said. "Thanks, I have had several comments from the gals here in the office, but hearing that from you means more." he said.

I smiled, "Busy day?" He said he had a light day and if I need help, just to ask. Thinking over the amount of work I had, I did ask that he call Bryan to set up an appointment with HSC. When that was arranged, I would get the boys and Jordy on board. "Will do, talk to you later." he said. Then turning back to me, "Thanks for a terrific weekend and fulfilling my dream."

I followed him into his office, shut the door. "That was a fantasy of mine, too, but put into perspective, that is what it was, a fantasy." "Will it happen again, who knows?" "I just do not want it to affect our friendship at all, Sam, you are my best friend." He agreed with me, said it would never affect our friendship. "If it happens again, so be it, if not, c'est la vie." I kissed his cheek, then left his office.

First order of business was to call the ME's office. I identified myself, asked when the body would be released and when we would get the results of the autopsy. I was told the funeral home had been contacted and the body was to be released today. The final results of the autopsy would likely be weeks away. Preliminary results could be picked up today. They were not allowed to give results over the phone. I asked if they could be faxed to my office, they already had a copy of my POA. I was put on hold for a minute, then told they would fax them to me. I gave my fax number and was told it would come immediately.

After I completed the call, I walked to the fax machine to wait the results. True to their word, the fax came immediately. I eagerly read the preliminary results. It seems Roberta had a serious heart condition. Wow! I never suspected that. She was active, never complained and as far as I knew, was not on medication. I decided to call Jordy.

When I had Jordy on the line, I told him about the results and asked if he was aware of a heart condition. He said, "Yeah, she told me once she had a bad heart, but I didn't believe her, I thought she was using that as an excuse to keep me close." I asked if she had been seeing a doctor or was on medication. Jordy said she took some pills, but he didn't know what they were.

"Jordy, the body is being released to the funeral home today, do you want to go with me to make the arrangements?" "Nope!" he said. "Tell me again what you want me to do." He said he wanted her cremated and her ashes buried next to her mother in Waukegan. "No service of any kind?" I asked. "Nope." he answered. I said, "Jordy, she was your mother, psycho that she was, but if you don't get involved somewhat, you may regret it one day." "Please, let's at least have a graveside service, all of us will be there with you, to support you."

"Do what you want to do, Mike, I really don't care." He disconnected. "Shit!" I thought. I called Jon to explain my thoughts and to see if he could convince Jordy to at least come to Waukegan for the burial. Jon said he would talk to him. "You know, Mike, he is so damaged, I think it will take years of therapy to help him get past this." "But, Jon, he loves you and if anyone can get through to him, it will be you." Jon said he would try, but he was not going to push him. "Fair enough."

I went to Sam office, plopped down in a chair, starred off into space. Sam didn't speak, just sat there watching me. After a few minutes, I told Sam about my conversations with Jordy and Jon. "You know Lukas and I will be there with you." he said. I said I knew they would, then explained the deal with Roberta was just the tip of the iceberg emotionally. I went on to tell him about my family being buried there, my parents and my aunt and uncle who raised me.

He leaned across the desk to ask me about my parents. I told him the story of them being murdered by an intruder, about my happy life with my aunt and uncle. Tears started flowing. "I know Roberta was a crazy bitch, but she was still his mother, and in some sick way, I have to believe she loved Jordy. "He is going to regret this some day if he doesn't go with us, even if it is to piss on her grave; he needs closure and he definitely needs therapy."

Sam agreed. "Do you know a therapist to recommend to Jordy?" I said I did not. "Well, mine is great, helped me get past the anger I had for Bryan." "Do you want me to call him?" I shook my head, yes. "I need to see him, too, to sort out my feelings for Jordy, to be able to forgive him." "I think I have made good progress, but there is still a lot of anger built up inside me." I said I thought that was a good idea.

"The meeting with HSC is scheduled tomorrow at Bryan's firm, can you get all the people there?" Sam asked. I said I would. "The meeting is scheduled for 1p, but Bryan wants us all to be there by 11a, he will have lunch catered for us." I said that was no problem, that was the original date planned, anyway.

I sent a group text to all the guys, telling them what was going on and to be at Bryan's office by 11a tomorrow. Everyone responded positively. "You are coming, too, Sam, right?" He said he would be there in support of me, Hank and Jordy. "You know Bryan is a ruthless bastard lawyer, may be a wuss in his personal life, but in the law?thank God I have never had to face him in court." "He would shred me!"

I said I doubted that, but Sam replied, "You have no idea, Mike, I have seen him in action, pure pit bull, no compromise, ever, never loses a case." I said I thought everyone is vulnerable at some point and the cases he takes are probably ones he knows he can win. "Ok, but wait until you see him in action tomorrow, then I want to hear you say that again."

The rest of the day was for catching up on other things. I did call the funeral home to give instructions for disposition of Roberts's remains. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I reminded my secretary, I would not be in tomorrow, would be in a meeting with Bryan Franklin. She let out a soft whistle, "I hope you are not going up against him, I know one of the paralegals at his firm?he is a bastard, excuse my language, but he has quite the reputation for being difficult." I thanked her for the information, but no, I was not going up against him. "He is consulting on a contract involving our client, Jordan Coe." "See you Wednesday."

Hank was waiting for me at the door, all ready for our evening run. I groaned, but knew it was useless to complain, I had to run with him, I had promised. After changing, we headed out. I must be getting stronger because when we finished, I was not at all winded. "Great job, Mike, you are really getting better and faster, it won't be long until you will leave me in the dust!" I smile, "Yeah, right!" We did our cool down stretches, then stripped.

"How about a shower." I said. Hank took a cool wash rag to wipe down our bodies. "No, we need to eat first, including dessert, the leftover cake, which I intend to eat off your body, then we will definitely need a shower." I smiled, starting to chub up at the thought of cake smeared on our bodies. "What's for dinner?" It was simple fare, leftover mac & cheese and salad. I wanted to go straight for the cake, but Hank insisted we wait.

Hank had taken the cake out of the refrigerator earlier to let it come to room temperature. Cold cake on the balls could spoil the fun! There was only about 1/4 of the cake left, so I suggested we take whipped cream, too. I put a blanket on the bed to contain the mess we surely would make. The fun began with Hank putting bits of cake all over my chest and stomach. Then with his body on top of me, he began rubbing it in. The coconut felt a little scratchy, but I was so in to it, I didn't care.

Next came the whipped cream. We were laughing so hard, I almost forgot my surprise for Hank. I had secretly taken a maraschino cherry, placed it in my ass crack, just at the entrance to my anus. I am sure it was smashed by now, but he would get the idea?taking my cherry, which he had already done. It was symbolic.

After licking most of the cake and whipped cream from each other, I turned over and offered my ass to him. He spread my cheeks, saw the cherry, and dove in to retrieve it with his tongue. "Yum! Cherry flavored ass juices, and I get to take your cherry again." "Mike, you are so crazy!" He stood up, said he would be right back. In just a second or two he was back with a box of wet wipes.

"What are those for?" I asked. "I have coconut all over my dick and there is some in your ass crack, I don't think that would be too smart to pound it in your chute, turn over." He cleaned my ass thoroughly, then his cock. I handed him some lube to get us both ready. He positioned himself, ready to enter my ass as I wrapped my legs around him.

After the amazing sex, I took the crusty blanket to the washer. We showered, taking great care to cleanse our bodies of all residual cake and cream. I loved being washed and scrubbed by Hank, it was so sensual, I unloaded again. It still amazes me how much cum I can produce when with Hank. With any of the women I had been with, it was usually one time and I was done. Perhaps, that should have been a sign.

Thinking back to my college days, when I roomed with Jon, the asshole, I used to pretend I was asleep, but was actually watching him jack off. He would rest a bit then jack off again, both times shooting huge loads. One thing that had completely slipped my mind until now, Jon always fingered his asshole when he jacked off. I laughed to myself thinking that was probably the only way he could get off, sticking something up his ass, probably uses a butt plug these days.

Hank wanted to know what I was giggling about. I told him about watching Jon jacking off, while fingering himself, when he thought I was asleep. "Did you ever think about having sex with him?" Hank asked. "No, definitely not, I did get hard watching him, but never did I think about sex with him." Hank asked if he had come on to me, did I think I would have. I said I did not know for sure, it never entered my mind. "I thought I was straight."

"You changed all that." I said. "What, I made you gay?" he said. "No, you little shit, you were so handsome, so desirable and so persistent in your pursuit, my defenses weakened and I gave in. In a short time, I realized I was not straight, but was a gay man." "I wanted you in the worst way, but as you remember I did not want to use you, I wanted to help you, no strings attached."

"Well, there are strings attached now, Mike, strings of love." I agreed. Changing the subject, I asked if he was nervous about tomorrow. He said he wasn't. "I have a great deal of self confidence, and this HSC thing is going to be big for me." He was yawning, so we got into bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Soon sleep overtook us.

The next morning, after a good breakfast, we began to get ready. Hank spent a lot of time selecting his clothing, then grooming himself. When he was done, he stood in the middle of the room, "Ta Da!" "What do you think?" OMG! He looked fantastic. I was speechless, shaking my head, yes! "Should I change anything?" I couldn't get the words out. I just stood there admiring him, finally I found my voice and whispered, "Perfect!" He had the biggest smile ever.

Off to the train. We arrived at Bryan's office before 11a. I made the introductions. Bryan was visibly stunned looking at the gorgeous hunk shaking his hand. "I am so happy to finally meet you, Hank, come into my office, I will explain the game plan to you." "First and foremost, I want you to let me do all the talking to the HSC people." "Try not to show any emotion other than an occasional smile." "If you are asked a question, it is ok to answer, briefly, unless I think it is inappropriate, then I will intervene."

Hank said he could manage that. "Bryan, just one thing, HSC may object to Lukas being a part of the project, he is 23, and I understand they want models that appear to be high school kids." Hand said. "Lukas looks young, maybe not high school age, but I insist he be a part of it or I won't do it, that is non negotiable." "And Jon, too, but that shouldn't be a problem since he is 19." Bryan had an amused look on his face. He turned to me, "Handsome and smart, too, knows what he wants and not willing to compromise." "Anything else?" Hank said no.

The others had arrived and were shown to the conference room. Bryan came in, started talking, basically the same things he had said to Hank. He asked if everyone was on board with his game plan. They all were. Jordy sat next to me, whispered, "I am so scared this will all blow up; he's merciless." I assured him things would turn out well for all of us. Lunch was brought in, but I noticed Hank and Jordy were picking at the food, probably anxiety.

Hank excused himself to the restroom. I went after him to be sure he was ok. I shouldn't have worried, he was brushing his teeth. "You ok, babe?" I asked. "Yes, I am fine, just didn't want spinach on my teeth!" he laughed. "And I need to piss in the worst way." I grinned at him, then returned to the conference room. Bryan asked if he was ok. I explained about the teeth brushing. "Shit, I didn't even think of that." Lukas said. He and Jon immediately went to the restroom.

I wondered if they would share Hank's toothbrush, which kinda grossed me out for a second. Then I thought, what the hell, they have had dicks in their mouths and their tongues in asses, so sharing a toothbrush, not a big deal. All the boys returned and the conversation continued. Bryan produced a couple of contracts for Lukas and Jon to sign, which basically spelled out that he was their legal representative. He handed an addendum to Hank's contract for me to peruse, explain to Jordy and for him to sign. Basically it released Hank from his deal to only work for Jordy.

I read it, explained it to Jordy. He started to protest, but I calmed him. "Jordy, it's only fair to Hank for you to release him." "I am afraid if you don't, he will refuse to take this assignment and everyone loses." I reminded him he wanted to freelance and stop doing fashion photography, exclusively. "I guarantee Hank will ask for you on any assignment he gets after this; Jordy, you're a genius behind the camera." This stroked his ego and he signed.

All the pertinent business was done, we were just waiting for HSC to show up. Promptly at 1p, Luis Reyes and his entourage showed up. Introductions were made Bryan's team was summoned and we sat down to start the negotiations. Sam was correct, Bryan was completely in charge and in the end, after many heated discussions, threats and compromises, we had a deal. HSC said they only had one or two models that fit the image of high school athletes and asked if Jordy had any others he could use.

I looked over at Hank, holding my breath as Jordy appeared to be searching his brain for an answer. Hank spoke up, "Jordy, what about Chase Roberts?" "I think he played football in high school." I almost fell off my chair. Jordy said, he would find out if he was available. Meeting over, we shook hands with the HSC group and they left. I could hardly contain myself, gently pushed Hank in to a corner, "What the fuck, Hank?"

"Mike, he is the perfect choice for this layout and it will give me the chance to rub it in his face that he didn't defeat me and to do it gracefully." "He is so stupid, he will not realize what I am doing." "Plus, I still have that CD to give him." "Karma!" OMG! I have created a monster and I told him as much. He looked hurt, "Mike, I am not a monster, never will be, but it is going to be fun watching him drool over my success and for him to realize I know what a scumbag slut he really is." "I am taking the high road, Mike, but having a little fun along the way isn't going to hurt anyone."

I turned away, not sure how I really felt about this situation. Jordy was on the phone trying to contact Chase. He left a message. I said goodbye to everyone. Hank and I started to leave. Jordy stopped me. "We need to be at HSC HQ on Friday, for fittings and makeup trials." "We start working on Monday." "If I can't get Chase, Jon and I will go on a recruiting expedition tomorrow, we need at least 2 more athletes." He was so excited he was almost squealing, reverting to the old Jordy. "Sorry, old habits are hard to get rid of." he said in a super butch voice.

As we were walking to Union Station, I was silent, thinking about all that had transpired. Hank tried to engage me in conversation, but I didn't answer. I wasn't in the mood to talk right now. Was I jealous? Yes and I needed to get over it. Hank would not stop trying to get me to respond. I stopped dead in my tracks, "Shut the fuck up for a minute!" "I need to just be quiet, to sort out my feelings." This was the strongest I had ever spoken to Hank and I knew immediately I had hurt him.

"Hank, babe, I am so sorry for yelling at you." "I will be ok, just give me a chance to digest all this and I'll be fine." "The Green Eyed Monster is coming through my pores and I need to kill it." Hank hesitantly said, "Ok, Mike, I will be quiet." "I'm so sorry I mentioned Chase." He looked so pitiful and hurt. God damn it! What is wrong with you Michael Walz? Shit! Shit! Shit! I had gone against my word and hurt the person I loved more than anything in the world.

We continued on to the station, got on the train for home. I wanted to cry, just looking at the sad boy sitting next to me. He had the same look of sadness he had when I first talked to him. I decided I would wait until we got home to talk to him, to apologize to him, to tell him I loved him and beg him to forgive me. I am such a fool, a stupid mother fucking fool.

Hank went straight to the bedroom when we got home. I followed quickly. He was stripping off his clothing, all but his shorts, then threw himself on the bed. I lay down beside him. "Hank, forgive me for being a jealous fool, I don't know what came over me when you mentioned Chase." "I promised you I'd never hurt you and I have." "Look at me, please." He looked at me with reddened eyes, "I'm sorry, too." "I am grateful for everything you have done for me, I love you so much, but Mike, you don't own me, I am not a possession."

I started to speak, but he shushed me. "That is how i felt when you got angry with me and wouldn't talk, then yelled at me." "It brought back bad memories of how Dad used to yell at me to shut the fuck up." "I can't live with that kind of attitude." I was stunned. "Do you want to leave, Hank." I asked. He said he didn't know what he wanted to do. I had tears flowing down my face, "You are not a caged bird, Hank, the door is always open for you to leave and it will be open for you to return." "You're right, I don't own you, you're not my possession."

I got up from the bed, sobbing violently as I went to the bathroom. I could not look at myself in the mirror, I sat on the toilet with my face in my hands. I have no idea how long I was in there, but when I went back to the bedroom, he was gone. His clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. With a huge lump in my throat, I undressed, put on my running shorts and shoes. I had to get out of the house. I had to figure out how I was going to fix this.

I went through the house, no Hank. Well, dumb ass, you have lost him now, I thought. I practically flew out of the house, not watching where i was going. I ran right over him sitting on the front steps, falling to the yard with a big thud. He got up, asked if I was hurt. "Only my pride!" He started laughing as he helped me stand. "Think you can still run?" he asked. "Yes, I think so." We took off at breakneck speed. My body was telling me I couldn't do it, but my mind said yes I could. I don't know how long or far we ran, but I was glad when we got back home.

As we went in the door, I started to apologize again. He turned kissed me on the lips to stop me. "Do not mention it again, this is our Mulligan." "Our what?" I asked. "You know, like in golf, a do-over, a Mulligan!" I started laughing and crying at the same time. "Are you hungry?" he asked. I said I wasn't, I just wanted to hold him and him to hold me. "We are eating first, you know I hardly touched lunch and I'm starving." he said. I watched in amazement as he walked into the kitchen. I looked up to the ceiling as if it were the sky and uttered, "Thank you, God."

I hope you like this chapter. I probably will be concluding this story in the next 1 or 2 chapters. I welcome any comments or suggestions. Meanwhile, if you enjoy my story and the other stories on Nifty, PLEASE DONATE. Thanks,

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