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STRAIGHT BROKE DUDEZ
"To hell with that, Mom! This couldn't have costed that much!" Gareth screamed at him mom, who was shaking her head with the account still folded in her hand.
"I told you before we went into Markhams that day that you had to take a Blackberry that I could afford. I told you there was a chance that your dad would be retrenched at work, but you simply didn't care, did you?" Sharon Hoenn hissed at her son, not wanting her husband inside the living room to overhear their conversation.
"Jeez Mom, loads of kids at school and practically ALL my friends have Blackberry's! Like hell I was going to be left out! And anyway, when you brought that phone for me, we COULD still afford it, so that doesn't make it MY fault, now does it?"
"Gareth, we can argue about this until the cows come home, I haven't paid any of our accounts this month and I've already gotten mail and text messages demanding to snatch payment from us. Son...we simply cannot afford this. I'm afraid you're gonna have to give me back your Blackberry. It's still in a good condition, maybe I can sell it to pay some of the accounts!"
"Mom...jeez Mom, you can't do this to me!" Gareth whispered hoarsely. Like so many teenage boys with and before him, his Blackberry, specfially the internet, Twitter, Facebook etc, meant everything to him.
"Unless you can find a way to give me money for your Blackberry's payments this month, and that's now TWO payments by the way, this month AND the last, I'm going to have to sell that phone of yours to get some extra money to pay these accounts. I'm sorry, Son. Gareth...that's just the way it is. We're not as rich as we were about a year ago. That's just something you have got to live with. And poor people...they don't have Blackberry Z10 cellphones," Sharon said gently before carefully closing the door.
Now telling that to a normal, healthy teenage boy what Sharon Hoenn had just told Gareth...it was almost like telling the Statue of Liberty to relinquish her torch she always carries. That was never going to work.
"Hey bro! I tried to BBM you late last night, but it showed that it didn't go through? Were you busy fucking Lee Anne?" Kristopher Grainer, one of Gareth's best friends asked as he saw the latter boy enter the school grounds after Sharon had dropped him off.
"Yeah bud...my BIS had expired and we have no money to renew it so my mom says we have to sell it to make up the payments. FUCK my dad for losing his fucking job!" Gareth vented, his cheeks red with anger.
"Chill the fuck out, Gareth! Wasn't his fault, now was it?"
"I don't care, man! I can never have the things I want anymore. Lee Anne is getting fed up with me, because I can't ever take her out no more, because there's never any fricken money. I'm gonna fucking lose my girlfriend over this shit, Kris!"
"Come on, dude, you can't think like that! I've seen you and Lee Anne trying to eat eachother's tongues out of your mouths, man. That's not just gonna stop!"
"Yeah, whatever, bro. Let's just get into class, I don't need detention on top of this aswell."
Later that night, Gareth reluctantly handed over his Blackberry Z10 to his mom, who the next day pawned it at the nearest Cash Converters and gained a decent price with it. Thinking that since it was his Blackberry that was sold, he thought he would invite Lee Anne out for pizza that night at Debonairs. She gave him an ass sizzling kiss and told him she would have a "surprise" for him later. Now Gareth wasn't a virgin, having lost his innocence to Lee Anne earlier in the year, a week after he had turned 16 years of age. But he knew that Kris still was. Gareth was really hoping to get some pussy later that night, fuck knows, it has been a long time.
"Hey Mom...so how much did you get for all those things you pawned at the shop?" Gareth asked as he came home after school, grabbing a can of Coke out of the fridge. Sharon didn't answer, however Gareth could see that something was terribly wrong with his mother.
"Mom...Mom should I call the doctor?" Gareth asked urgently, lightly shaking his mom's shoulder. Sharon turned towards her son, her eyes full of tears and suddenly she gripped Gareth very tightly against her, while she cried her eyes out. Gareth didn't know what the fuck was going on. This wasn't like his mom...? Something defintely must have happened.
"Mom...Mom talk to me. I can handle it!" He whispered gently, knowing that she needed him right then.
"Oh...oh boy...Gareth...Mr Ecclesley was here..."
Gareth needed no further explanation. He knew exactly what had triggered this collapse his mom was suffering from.
"How much did he up the rent this time?" he asked.
"He pushed it up with $1500...Oh Gareth, where are we going to find that money..." she whispered before taking her head into her hands and sobbing, jerking tearful reactions from Gareth himself. He gave his mom a hug, and then ran upwards to his father's study.
"Dad...? Dad, there's nothing we can do? Can't we take him to court or something?" Gareth asked before he even greeted his father. Gordan Hoenn shook his head sadly.
"I spoke with a couple of rent control and rental boards. This is an expensive neighbourhood, Gareth. The price he's asking us to pay to live here is suffient to the rest of the property values going on here. He even said that he took it easy on us, because he knows you're still in school. Otherwise, he might have pushed it up even more. I'm sorry, Kid. We'll be okay for the next three or so months, but...until then, we might have to find another accomodation. I'm sorry, my boy. I didn't ask to be retrenched."
Gareth stood in one place before he slowly walked over to his father and hugged him tightly towards him. Something had to be done. His parents were trying their best. It didn't feel right that he wasn't doing something to help aswell. But WHAT? He was still in school! His parents will never allow him to quit school and get a job right now. They believed in getting an education WAY too much. FUCK...but what then? He quietly walked downstairs to his mom, where she was starting on their dinner, which looked to be a few eggs and sausages.
"Mom, don't go through trouble for me. I won't be eating here tonight. I'm taking Lee Anne out to McDonalds."
"With what money, Gareth?" Sharon spun around, confused.
"Well didn't you pawn my Blackberry today?"
"Gareth...Gareth I paid three accounts that we had in arrears with that money! I paid it up until the last payment! There are still five accounts that I haven't even touched! Did you really think there was going to be any money left?"
"MOM!! You can't do this! What the fuck am I going to tell Lee Anne now?"
"Tell her the truth, Gareth. Tell her that you don't have the money to take her out. That girl's parents, they are filthy rich! Why can't she take YOU out for a change?"
"Mom...I hate this. You hear me? I FUCKING HATE THIS!!" Gareth screamed before he ran upstairs and slammed the door closed.
"I've got something..."
"WHAT?"
"I said...I got something..."
"You "got" something? Come on, Kris, spill it!"
"Not right now, okay? Wait until lunch time, meet me there underneath our usual tree. Tommy and Trix have detention, so we have the place to ourselves."
"This isn't something illegal, like drugs or shit like that?"
"Fuck off, Gareth! I'll show you later!"
Now did Kris for one moment think Gareth would be able to pay attention or enjoy ONE single class with THAT hanging over his head. He was twice repremanded in Science for not listening to his lecturer and he was even sent out of the Maths class after he didn't know the answer to a very simple equation. What was this sudden mystery that Kris wanted to show him? The latter sounded very secretative. After over two and a half hours of solid class, the bell rang to indicate the start of the second break. Within minutes both boys were there at the tree and both had thrown their backpacks on the ground.
"Come on, Kris, show me! You've got me into real fucking trouble, man! Mr Henderson even fucking sent me out of Maths!"
"Its your own fault, dude!"
"Show me what this amazing fucking thing is, or I'll break your neck."
Kris smiled and kneeled down to his backpack, unzipping it and looking nervously around him. Then he smiled yet again and pulled out a magazine quickly and sat down at the foot of the tree. Gareth quickly joined him, as he was now quite sure what Kris had with him. It was a Playboy magazine.
"Dude...where the fuck did you get this?" Gareth asked, his voice breathless.
"Swiped it from my father's cabinet this morning. I saw it last week, but I didn't wanna tell anyone because...like...I wanted to bring it to school and show you, but I didn't know if I would get the chance to grab it. Dude, just check out those fucking boobs inside there...FUCKING HELL!!"
Gareth grabbed the mazagine and was overwhelmed at what he saw. Girls posing naked, rubbing their pussies, their boobs all wet, he had just NEVER EVER been exposed to things like this before. He knew his dad was monitoring what he surfed on the internet back home, and his mom had refused to pay for having the complete BIS package, as she only thought he needed BBM. This was the first time in young Gareth Hoenn's life he was experiencing all of this. His young teenage dick and the jems which were hanging below the iron steel hard rod was young, hung and full of cum at that moment and time. His eyes were focussed firmly on what he saw. Too little too late the bell rang for the two final classes of the day to get started.
"Can I keep this? Just for tonight? Please Kris!" Gareth begged. He really wanted to do some more...exploring of the content in the safety of his locked room back home.
"Yeah dude...I know exactly what you wanna do...haha! Yeah man, I only took one, my dad has like a stack of those, I really doubt he would miss that one. Just please give it back to me tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah fine, pal. Oh wow...I just...wow..." Gareth said over and over. If he couldn't concentrate on his school work before break, he certainly would have a HARD time doing it right now.
Straight after dinner there was a call on Sharon's cellphone.
"Oh hi, Kris! Yeah, he is here. Hold on quickly, sweety. I'll get him. GARETH!"
"Yeah Mom?" Gareth came down running from his bedroom, his hands still trying to fasten his pants. Duh...he was jerking off like mad to the images on the magazine! He didn't know with what image to fucking begin with!
"It's Kris, he's calling for you."
"Kris, on your cell? Why yours?" Gareth asked, but nevertheless took the call.
"Hey bro!"
"Hey you, Jack off!"
"Damn bro, what if my dad's listening in?"
"Shit, I forgot about that. Listen...my dad did see what one of those Playgirls were gone. And who else would he blame, but me. FUCK. Listen, I need you to do me a favour."
"Depends on what it is," Gareth said, now worried that Kris's dad would tell his parents about the Playboy.
"Can you tell my dad you WANTED to borrow them?"
"OMG Kris! Like hell I'm gonna do that!"
"FUCK...didn't think you would. But hey...we both enjoyed those pics inside there, so I'm telling on you!"
"Oh yeah, and how are you gonna prove it?"
"Dude...the magazine is probably on your bed right now."
The silence gave Kris all the power he needed.
"Don't worry buddy, everything with be cool. Talk tomorrow okay? And don't forget the mag!"
"Yeah, night Kris."
Gareth walked back into the kitchen and gave his mom's cell back to her.
"Why didn't Kris just phone the landline? Why your phone, Mom?" he asked suddenly realising that fact.
Sharon and Duncan Hoenn suddenly quickly looked at eachother before the man of the house patted his son's shoulder.
"They cut us off this afternoon, Gareth. We couldn't...uhm...couldn't make the payments."
Gareth breathed in deeply and breathed out as smoothly as he could. This was getting bad. Really fucking bad.
"Mom...Dad...should I leave school? Then I can get a job and help with the bills around here..."
"UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES!! Our whole life we have given up everything we have in order that you could get the best possible education! Your mom...she could have become a doctor, if there was enough money! I could have become a Chartered Accountant, if there had been money! Instead we saved everything we could after we fell pregnant with YOU! Your mom is just a nurse, while I'm a gloryfied assistant at Kimberley Clark! YOU...Gareth, you do your best and work yourself to a better future, you hear me, Son?"
"Yeah Dad. Loud and clear," Gareth said before he kissed both his parents good night. He never realised that his parents could have studied more and could have achieved more in life if it wasn't for him being born. He didn't blame himself...but he couldn't help feeling guilty either.
It was later that night, that he had jacked himself off about four times looking at all the hot pictures in the Playboy mag, that he finally fell onto his pillow, completely exhausted from cumming so much. His pearly white, thickish sperm was still travelling its way from his chest where it landed straight across his abdomen, but Gareth was way too tired to worry about that. He'd take an early shower tomorrow morning. He reached over to the magazine and laughed softly. He wondered whether Kris had jacked himself weak to these pages aswell. Just as he wanted to close the mag and hide it under his bed until tomorrow, he noticed one of the advertistments on the last page. His eyes already watering from wanting to sleep, he turned to the page and casted his eyes on the ad he saw. Suddenly he sat straight up in his bed, he was wide fucking awake now. He grabbed the magazine and held it firmly in his right hand as he read...
"Need some extra cash? Are you tired of being broke? We pay up to a $1000 per session! Call us NOW!! 009 092 9201 for more information!"
Gareth's eyes wandered over one particular bit...a $1000 per session...he wasn't stupid. This ad wouldn't have been placed inside a porn magazine if he didn't have something to do with porn. Gareth got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. He quickly took off his shirt. There was nothing wrong with his youthful body. At sixteen, he was the perfect, healthy, all American boy. His pecs was defined, yet not the way he wanted. His arms was muscled and his shoulders rippled from swimming. His cock wasn't bad either...a full 7 inches hard since he last measured. He put his shirt back on.
This was a huge step to take...he desperately wanted to help his parents. Mr Ecclesley had increased the rent with $1500, their landline was cut off, his mom had to sell his Blackberry to help pay their outstanding accounts...there was still five that was still behind on payments...where was this all gonna end if he didn't try SOMETHING to help them? Oh God...what was Lee Anne going to think about all this?
As Gareth Hoenn was sitting on his bed that night, reading the advertisment over and over again...he knew that if he did this...what ever this job entailed...his life would NEVER be the same EVER again. After a dreadfully sleepless night, he woke up, knowing what to do. He had made his choice. He was going to help his parents fight this poverty. Like they had fought for him all these years, so that he could have the best.
And if he perhaps had to do it with his kit off...then so fucking be it.
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RYAN WHITE.