Chapter 3

Andy watched as Bailey hurriedly repacked his old suitcase. He still felt the paranoia inside of his mind and he wished he could shake it; another so called benefit of being of the privileged class. You never could tell who was a friend or a foe and as his father had warned him, even your friends were suspect, because they were just waiting for you to make a mistake, so they could capitalize. It was a dog eat dog world, his mother was fond of saying but he really didn’t fully accept that analysis.

Bailey “Uh, which side do you want, un, I mean, your choice”	He hated this feeling of being beholding to someone, it just wasn’t fair but he knew that Andy had him, he couldn’t manage to survive this place if it got out that he was queer, so what choice did he have?
Andy “I don’t care, take the side you want”	The shock of seeing the gay magazines had made his thoughts go back again, to the two townies he had met. He hated that word but God they were hot and he wondered if maybe they were lovers? He hadn’t thought about that before, which made him feel a bit sad.
Bailey “No, I mean, you should choose, really, I don’t care, I don’t want to…”	He was so desperate to make a good impression and here he was, snivelling like some kid who had just been caught stealing cookies by his big brother, why the fuck couldn’t he just be a man?
Andy “Christ, will you just choose a side already? I don’t fucking care which one I get, you were here first, so CHOOSE!”	The anger was on him before he even knew it, and he could see Bailey cringe as his harsh voice rang out in the room. It really wasn’t fair, he shouldn’t be such a prick, but the whining reminded him too much of his own actions back at home.
Bailey “Sorry, I, sorry, okay this side, I guess, I mean, you sure, I don’t…”	The cold steel in Andy’s voice made him quiver as he struggled to stop himself from crying. He should have gone to the community college, he would never fit in to this place, but he had gotten the scholarship, his parents would have wanted to know why he was rejecting it, how could he tell them that he felt so ashamed, so alone, because of who he was and where he came from? He just couldn’t do that to them.
Andy “Jesus man, look, I don’t care, okay? That the side you want? Great, I’ll take this one”	The idea of sharing a room had lost its appeal to him. He had drawn the short straw it seemed, as all this new kid could do was stare at the floor or be close to tears. Man, it fucking sucked as he threw his suitcase onto the bed. He didn’t even think that the cost of his expensive suitcase was more money than what Bailey had in his entire bank account, it just didn’t dawn on him that at this moment, he was acting exactly like the high classed jerks that he had despised all through his high school years.

Andy stood there, staring down at the contents of his suitcase, oblivious to the terror he had instilled in young Bailey. Had he even bothered to turn around, he would have seen the way Bailey’s shoulders were hunched over, the way he his back was shaking as he struggled to hold in check the tears that threatened to burst out. Maybe if he had, he would also have realized that he had a chance to make a friend, instead all he could do was stare at the expensive clothes, the designer jeans, shirts, and even underwear that filled his Gucci suitcase.

Part of him was still trying to accept that he would be spending the next 4 or 5 years here, that he would remain locked into a life where money was the criteria for friendship rather than merely a tool. He also was worried about how he was going to ever break away from the burden of being next in line to the Taylor fortune and business. All he really wanted to do was get his degree, experience life with people who weren’t weighed down by so called family obligations, but as he started to unpack, he knew that he just didn’t have the inner courage to go against the iron will of his Mother and Father.

He felt so alone, so isolated that he even the sounds of Bailey unpacking, of drawers closing, and didn’t seem to register with him. Part of him still held out some hope, but it was buried so deep inside that he doubted if he would ever emerge happy, that instead he would become just like his father, consumed by the need to impress others, to honour out dated values, or to uphold some stupid elitist crap that really was as phoney as a three dollar bill.

The anger was becoming a daily companion to his life and there was a small part of him that was struggling to battle the fears, the hatreds and disappointments that seemed to fill his waking thoughts. He had fought for the car and won, but not because he really was very much of a corvette fan, but because his father was so against it. It seemed all that he did lately was to fight against the wishes of his family and it had made him feel even more isolated than ever before.

Andy was so lost in his own thoughts that the sound of the sneering voice made him jump a little. He hadn’t heard the tall stranger walk in and he resented his casual and condescending voice as much as he hated the snivelling whines of Bailey earlier.

Grant “Hey, one of you freshies own that black vette in the parking lot out front?”

Grant James Waddington II was ticked off, some asshole had taken his reserved spot and he was on a mission to find the offending miscreant before it got out of hand. After all, he was the senior member of the student body, not in years but in family wealth, well until that Taylor kid showed up, but still, he was sure he could manage a suitable compromise with him so that his authority on campus wouldn’t be usurped or eroded too much.

Grant “HEY! I asked if any of you owns that black vette?”

Andy “Yeah, I do, what about it?”

Andy had finally found his voice, the surprise gone and was replaced once more by his anger. He really was off to a great start, breaking down, missing an opportunity to maybe explore a possible friendship with two hot guys, and then finding a snivelling closet case for a roommate, yep he really was off to a great start and now some snot nose was bitching about his car.

Grant “Well that spot is reserved, that is what about it, and as a sophomore here, you address me as ‘Sir’, first lesson of this place, respect your betters”

Andy “Oh really? Well, when I meet someone who is one of my betters, I’ll remember to say ‘sir’ until then, not a chance. And your so called spot has no reserved sign on it, or is that another unwritten rule of this place?”

Andy had spat the words out before even thinking. Here he was, off to a great start and now all he was doing was making it even worse. Fuck, why hadn’t he given in on the car and fought to go to a different school instead of this snotty hoity toity joint?

Grant turned a beet red as he stared into the defiant face of the freshman. He couldn’t believe the attitude and he was going to enjoy putting this one down, showing him that even if you had some money, you still respected those who were so obviously your betters. This was going to be fun, and all thoughts of losing his position as being the wealthiest offspring attending vanished as he glared back at the insolent face of the young blond.

Grant “ I can see it is going to be an interesting term, teaching you some manners will prove to be most entertaining, you really don’t know who you are dealing with, freshie”

Andy “Entertaining? Yes I suppose the likes of you would consider that entertaining, but really I don’t care who you are, and as for teaching me manners, will thanks but no thanks, I much prefer to learn from qualified people.”

Chris “Hey, do you know who you are back talking to? Man, you need to cool it”

Andy “Oh look, another country heard from. So who are you, this one’s herald?”

Chris “No, just someone trying to give you some friendly advice, this is Grant Waddington II, his family is one of the richest in this country, so you really should tone it down”

Andy “Oh? So, what, I am supposed to bow to his highness? I don’t think so”

Grant “Never mind Chris, this one obviously needs to be taught his manners the hard way, and just so we know who everyone is, this is Christopher Clark, and you, Mr. Smart mouth are?”

Andy “Not that it matters who I am, but for the record, the name is Andrew Taylor, so now that all the pleasantries are done with, why don’t you two just leave, I have some unpacking to do”

Grant “Shit. Taylor? Andrew Taylor, son of Michael Taylor?”

Andy “Yeah, that’s me, so?”

Grant “Well, why didn’t you say so? I mean… uh, you are that Taylor? Really?”

Andy could see the way Grant had turned white as a ghost when he had mentioned his name and his sidekick Chris had shrunk back a little, as if the name was poison. He felt a sort of giddiness, as he realized that this pompous snob really did believe in all the crap he had been spouting, and that finding out the person he was going to ‘teach manners to’ was the son of one of the richest people in America, he had frozen. You could see the horror in his face as he backed away, unsure how to recover and Andy felt a strange sense of power.

Andy “Mr. Taylor to you”

Grant “Of course, I am sorry, I didn’t know, really you should have said something earlier, please, I didn’t mean to come across so hard, if I had known who you were, well.”

Andy “I see, well now you know, so I guess the lessons in manner’s are no longer necessary?”

Grant “Naturally, I mean, of course they aren’t Mr. Taylor.”

Andy “And I suppose my car is fine where it is?”

Grant “Of course, please, consider that your permanent parking spot, I’ll be happy to make sure everyone knows, uh, I hope that maybe we can, well we did get off to a bad start, maybe you will consider letting me make it up to you by maybe showing you around campus later? It would be my pleasure.”

Andy “Yes, well not at the moment, I think I would much rather just unpack and then maybe take the night to explore the local surroundings, besides, my roommate here has already accepted my invitation to go out tonight to check out the local ambiance, isn’t that right Bailey?”

Bailey almost fell back onto his bed. The turn of events had frozen him in place and the sudden cast into the ring made him shake. He didn’t know what to do, as he was simply petrified by all that had gone on. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders but the scowl that was across that Grant fellows face made him shiver a little. He didn’t need to be in the middle of all this, besides, he really couldn’t afford to go out tonight, hell he couldn’t afford to do anything but stay in his room.

Grant “Well, maybe another time then Mr Taylor?”

Andy “Maybe, now, if you’ll excuse us?”

Grant “Of course, my apology again, well, come along Chris, we have to get our own unpacking done, another time Mr Taylor? You won’t forget?”

Andy “I won’t forget, believe me”

The adrenalin still seemed to be pumping through his body as he watched the two boys leave the room. He couldn’t believe the arrogance of that Grant fellow or the slimy presence of his sidekick. Mind you, Chris really didn’t look all that bad and the way he looked when he found out who he was, it was almost as if he was secretly enjoying Grant’s humiliation at his hands. There obviously was more there, and he felt that it most likely had something to do with their families. The lesser types, as his father referred to people with less income than him, were always hanging around to gain some favour, it was never anything else, and Andy wondered if that was the case with Chris and the Great Grant Waddington, the 2nd no less.

Andy “Well that was quite the welcoming committee, wasn’t it?”

Bailey “Huh? Oh yeah, I guess, uh… you really that Taylor?”

Andy “Yeah, and I guess being ‘that’ Taylor has some advantages.”

Bailey “Shit…”

Andy “What? Guess you must think I am a real prick huh?”

Bailey “No, no not at all, really, I uh, no I don’t think that”

Andy “Really? You should, look Bailey, right? I am sorry for being such an asshole earlier, I guess I was kind of just, well this is all new to me and I was kind of, well, doesn’t matter what I was or where I was, I shouldn’t have been such a prick to you, I am sorry, okay?”

Looking across the room at Bailey, Andy was struck at how frightened he looked. His face was drawn back, as if he had just seen a monster and he felt a small pang in his own heart, as he thought that maybe he was the monster that Bailey had seen. He really wasn’t a bad looking kid, and judging by his reading material, he certainly was maybe gay, which could be an opportunity for him too, if he would just get off his high horse.

Bailey stared at the concerned face in front of him. He could see into the eyes, and he realized that Andy was sincere, he wasn’t just playing him and the fear he had was still there, but was slowly being replaced by admiration. He had marvelled at the way his roommate had taken that Grant fellow down, and then he had actually apologized to him, him a nobody, not some son of some high financier, or big corporate mogul, and the richest kid in school had apologized to him.

Bailey “I shouldn’t have tried to break your neck first thing, I should apologize…”

Andy “Haha, look let’s not get into that again, I really shouldn’t have been such a jerk, so, you going to forgive me? After all, we are going to be roommates, and who knows, maybe we have other things in common?”

Bailey wasn’t sure what that meant, it kind of made him look away from the blue eyes, and he felt the lump growing too as he realized just how hot Andy looked. He still felt nervous, unsure of himself and he knew that his lack of courage was going to be a problem, yet something in Andy’s voice made him look back up.

Bailey “I don’t know what, but yeah, I really am sorry about that, I just, well, this is so new to me, it scares the hell out of me”

Andy “Yeah, I guess a place like this can really be daunting, where you from Bay? Okay to call you that? Bay, I mean.”

Bailey “Yeah sure, my parents call me that sometimes, uh, from a small town in Indiana, near Terre Haute actually, not much, just a typical small town.”

Andy “Cool, guess everyone knows everyone there huh? Wish I had come from that type of place; maybe I wouldn’t be so edgy all the time, so, going to come and check out our new home this evening? Maybe we’ll grab a coffee or something? How about it?”

Bailey “You serious? I am sorry, uh, I would like to, but, well, to be honest, I don’t think I should.”

Andy “Why not? You aren’t still mad at me are you? I mean, really, I am sorry for being a jerk earlier and…”

Bailey “Oh God no, please, it isn’t that it is just, well I should get a head start on stuff here, I mean, I need to get a whole bunch of stuff done…”

Andy saw the way Bailey hung his head as he spoke, as he looked everywhere but at him and he couldn’t understand it. If they guy was serious, and wasn’t mad then what was his problem? Did he dislike him because he was rich? Could he be afraid that he would be made to look bad or something? He just didn’t get it and he could feel himself growing angry, not sure why he should feel this way but after all, he was trying to make amends for his actions, didn’t that count?

He took one more look at Bailey, and he stared at the young man, and he saw how he was fidgeting, his hands twisting and turning as if unsure of how to act, the way he was crossing his legs and then he recognized it, the look and actions were the same that Jesse and Kip had shown earlier, when he had offered to go to breakfast with them. They were embarrassed because they didn’t have the money to join him, and he realized that Bailey was in the same position.

Andy “Come on, classes don’t start for another 10 days, you can spare one night to join your roommate and check out the local town, besides, its my treat, so how about it?”

Bailey “Well, I guess, uh, I know this sounds stupid, and I don’t want you to think it is because of anything that happened, but really, I can’t go out, I mean, shit, I am sorry, please, can’t we just pass on this?”

Andy “Well, yeah I guess so, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, just thought, well that maybe we could be friends as well as roommates, that’s all”

Bailey “Fuck, I want that too but, well, I can’t go because I can’t afford it, okay? There, I said it, I don’t have a rich family like everyone here, I don’t even know how I am going to afford the weekends never mind go out for coffee and stuff with you tonight, so there, I am sorry, guess I am not in your league”

Bailey could feel the tightness around his chest as he turned away from Andy. He couldn’t stand to look at the young blond anymore. It was pure torment for him as he could feel himself falling for him, feel the desire building up in him and he knew it was stupid, to think for a second that someone as rich as Andy Taylor would even consider letting someone like him be a friend, let alone something more. He knew it was hopeless, but he did dream, and maybe that was his problem, he didn’t keep his dreaming to when he was asleep.

Andy was feeling frustrated. It wasn’t something he was used to, rejection due to his money. Mostly people fawned over him because of it, not turned away. It also bugged him, because he liked Bailey, least the way he looked and it was refreshing to have someone who maybe he could talk to about things, well like stuff about wanting a guy instead of a girl. Obviously, Bailey was having those feelings; otherwise, he wouldn’t have those gay magazines hidden behind his clothes.

For the first time Andy glanced around and took the young boy and the surrounding room into account and he realized exactly what Bailey had meant when he said he wasn’t able to afford much. His closet only held a few shirts and pants; barely enough to even make it look like that part of the room was inhabited.

Andy “Do I really come across as being that much of a shit?”

Bailey stared at Andy’s face and he felt himself shaking. He was sure he could see small tears on the corner’s of Andy’s eyes and the soft voice seemed to radiate sadness and sorrow, which was something he hadn’t expected. It was like Andy really was unhappy that Bailey wouldn’t go out with him later on.

Bailey “It isn’t that, God, I screw things up so much, I knew I shouldn’t have accepted the scholarship, I knew it”

Andy “Why? Because you aren’t some rich slob’s kid? If you got a scholarship it is because you have the brains, shouldn’t that count?”

Bailey “Funny, that’s what my mother said, which I guess is why I let her and dad convince me, but don’t you see how out of place I am here? I mean, not just the money thing, but, well there are other reasons”

Andy “Yeah? Well okay I know one of the other so called reasons, but you don’t have to worry about that, honest, even if you don’t want us to be friends, that is something just between us, so…”

Bailey “Thanks, but it isn’t just that, I mean how can I be friends with you? Or anyone else here? I mean you guys can go wherever you want, go for double latte’s or whatever, and I can’t even afford to buy a regular cup of coffee. How can I fit in with that?”

Andy “Okay, who says you have to fit in that way? Shit man, I don’t care if we go for coffee or just ride thru town, I just thought we could get to know each other over a coffee, cold can of pop is just as good.”

Bailey “It isn’t just that, I mean if we do, what happens when you want to go somewhere and I can’t because I can’t afford it? What kind of friend can I be if I am always begging off because I can’t afford it?”

Andy “So, I’ll pay, its no big deal to me”

Bailey “Sure, you can pay for me, and what do I do in return? What kind of friend would I be if you are always picking up the tab, I mean, if you are always stuck paying, you might think I am just hanging with you for the money, and then what? Can’t you see, we come from two worlds, shit I mean look at your clothes, I bet any one of those shirts costs more than everything I have…”

Andy “Let me see, you don’t think we can be friends because I have money and you don’t, that’s whacked man, I mean, that is no different than that asshole Waddington’s crap, that only those with money deserve respect.”

Bailey “Maybe it is, but I mean look around you, you can do so much more, I mean, I can’t even be a study partner with anyone because I have to use the computer in the library and yet everyone here has at least one computer if not two, so how can I fit in? How can I be friends with you and sit in here and help you study and then run to the library to use the computer there?”

Andy “so use mine, I have two like you say, a laptop and a desk top, besides, aren’t friends supposed to share?”

Bailey “and what is it that I can share with you?”

Andy “Your friendship?”

Bailey didn’t know how to answer that one. He was confused as he stood up and started to pace around the room, trying to do everything but look at Andy or answer him. Why was this rich kid so insistent on them being friends? Was he maybe setting him up for some joke where he would out him later to his high classed friends? Why was he so hot looking too, damn it was too much for him, he could feel part of him wanting to accept, and yet his mind kept telling him how different they were, how it could never work out, not as friends, not as roommates, and sure as hell not as anything like his fantasies had dreamed of.

Bailey “You going to be some big shot politician?”

Andy “Shit, am I that much of an asshole?”

Bailey “Huh? No, why, what does that have to do with being a politician?”

Andy “Fuck, all they do is kiss up to creeps who can get them elected and screw those who they should be helping”

Bailey “You don’t think much of politicians”

Andy “And you do? No, I guess I don’t but that’s cause I have seen too many of them up close, the way the suck hole up to my old man, not because he is nice or anything, just for his money and in return, fuck they’d kick their own mother down a flight of stairs if it meant a healthy contribution to the old war chest, so yeah, I don’t have high regard for them”

Bailey “So you could be different”

Andy “Right, How’s that?”

Bailey “Well, you already have the money, so you don’t have to kiss up to any creep and you don’t have to screw the public to keep the creeps happy, that’s how.”

He looked into Bailey’s face, deep down into his brown eyes and he could sense the sincerity that Bailey had. This wasn’t a con job, he actually believed in what he was saying. Somehow, this 5 foot 11 inch boy from near Terre Haute Indiana believed that people could do good, that being a politician wasn’t a scam or con job. Andy shook his head in disbelief because he was too jaded by the facts, by all he had seen in the backyard of their summer home or in the large ballroom of their main residence. No, Bailey was refreshing but naïve.

The more he listened to Bailey, the more he started to think about Bailey as more than just a roommate. He could feel the way his movements made him watch, made him follow him as he paced the room and what had irritated him earlier now attracted him. There was something about Bailey that was intriguing to Andy, something that was starting to make him want him as not just a friend, but as someone closer and he struggled to keep those thoughts buried, afraid of the risks and the potential consequences.

Bailey “You really mean that don’t you? About just wanting my friendship?”

Andy “Yeah, I do Bailey, so how about it? Shall we be friends?”

Bailey stopped his pacing and turned to finally face Andy. There was no doubt that he was an attractive young man, he had the looks for sure but it was more than that. There was something deeper that somehow seemed to be reaching out for him and he had no idea why. He felt a bit frightened, not sure if he could trust in his own feelings, but then again, Andy hadn’t freaked when he spied the gay magazines, and he did apologize too, so maybe he should accept his offer, after all it was his heart’s desire to be someone’s friend.

Bailey “I still think that you are getting the worse of the deal, but, well, I can give it a try if you really want me to?”

Andy “Yeah, I do Bay, I mean this is all new to me too, and well, we have to share this place for a few years, would be a lot easier if we are friends, so, yeah I do want this, so, you going to accept my offer to check this burg out tonight? My treat and no arguments either, besides I found this great place for coffee, real coffee, so how about it? You game?”

Bailey “Okay, you win, and you know, you keep that up and I am certain you will become a politician, you know how to convince people”

Andy “Well, I don’t know about that, I sure as hell can’t convince my folks about much, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure”

Bailey “I am glad that is one argument you lost then”

Andy was startled by that comment and as he looked into Bailey’s brown eyes, he could see the embarrassment as well. It was like Bailey had let something slip, something that was on his mind but that he was hiding, and yet for a second, his thoughts had come through. Andy felt a strange sense of excitement, and he started to wonder more about his roommate, wondering if he slept nude or what he would feel like resting next to him and he realized that he was slowly becoming aroused again. He felt his own embarrassment and turned away to finish unpacking, afraid to voice any more comments, afraid that his own secret desires would spill out just as Bailey’s had earlier.

Jesse turned the shower off and leaned back against the wet metal of the shower wall. He just stood there, unsure of what to do next. The hot water had felt good and the wild jerk off felt even better as he stared at the spot on the shower where his load had exploded. He reached out with one hand to run it down the now cleaned wall, wondering if his thoughts would once more get him into trouble. He shivered a little as his other hand automatically reached down to the scar where the bullet has passed thru.

It was strange really, because normally touching the angry red scar made him twinge a bit, sort of like it still hurt and the doctor had said that it would take almost a year before that feeling would pass. He explained that scar tissue was forming underneath, hence the occasional twinge of pain but Jesse thought it was maybe a reminder to him from on high.

Tossing his mop of wet blond hair off to the side, he grabbed the towel and began to vigorously dry his small body. He rubbed the wet skin until it glowed pink and then he wrapped a second towel around his middle, wondering if Kip was asleep yet or if he was maybe waiting for him to come out. God, that would be a dream come true but as he began to rub his hair with another towel, he knew it was an empty dream, one that would never happen.

He had no illusions left about his own life, that it was doomed to be spent wandering around, accomplishing not much and he felt a pang of anger at that acceptance, something inside of him arguing that it didn’t have to be that way, but then the angry words of his father echoed again in his head and he narrowed his eyes, seeing the man spitting fire at him and telling him that he was no longer welcome at the family home.

A small tear ran down his cheek and with a swift flash of anger, he wiped away the offending drop. So much for coming home, he thought, as he ran his fingers through his long semi dry hair. Making sure that it didn’t tangle and wishing he had a brush, but that had long since disappeared. Taking stock of his worldly possessions, he realized just how much of a bum he had become in such a short time. He stared at the chrome handled brush that was Kip’s and for a second he wondered if he could use it and he even brought it up, clenched in his hand.

He stared at it, seeing a few small hairs of Kip intertwined among the bristles and for a second he felt his groin once more stirring, his heart once more dreaming of having something other than a nomadic existence or a lonely future. Looking at the brush he realized that even Kip was better off than he was, after all he had a family and a job and while he may not have much social life, at least he had purpose to his life, what purpose did he have?

Jesse shook off his melancholy mood as best he could and stepped out to go into the small bedroom. Part of him was hoping that Kip would be awake, the other part praying he wasn’t, because his erection would be obvious and he just didn’t think he had the strength to explain it at that particular moment. He felt like he was being a coward, but then at least he’d have a place to stay and clean clothes, and that maybe was more important than whether he got off or not.

Walking in he found Kip’s back towards him and he stopped for a few minutes to just gaze down at the lanky frame stretched out on the bed. He was off to the far side but he saw his firm buttocks, the long muscular legs, and the firm back. God, he would love to just drop his towel and crawl up and lean next to that body, and he felt the jerk in the towel, knowing his dick felt that way as well. He sighed knowing that he really wasn’t interested in getting his ass kicked either so he looked around, to see about getting some clothes on.

Looking up at the shelf, he noticed that Kip only had a few pair of boxer’s up there and two pair of jeans. He stared back over to the laundry pile and it dawned on him that Kip really didn’t have much more in the way of clothes than he did. Judging by the condition of the clothes, he realized that Kip really was stretched thin, and to offer to share what he had took on a completely new sense of importance to Jesse. Here he was trying to figure out how to get into the guy’s pants when he was willing to put a roof over his head, food in his stomach and even loan him his clothes of which he had very little of.

He shook his head as he pulled down a pair of faded jeans and looking over at Kip, he wondered a little at why he had been so quick to offer him a place to crash. It really didn’t make much sense unless Kip was just that type, yet his memories of him weren’t that way. Kip had always been a loner; he never really seemed interested in being with others or in hanging with others, as if he was afraid of them or something.

Pulling the jeans up his short body, he reached down to stuff his still hard cock down and pushed it to one side, his eyes just looking out at Kip’s prone body. The sight of Kip stretched out was intoxicating but his mind was still questioning, wondering why the show of kindness and for a brief instant he thought that maybe, just maybe Kip was interested in him the way he was interested in Kip, but he quickly shunted that thought aside, afraid of where it would lead him. He needed time to recover, to get his own bearings and this was a chance for him, one he desperately needed.

Climbing onto the bed, careful not to shake it too much, Jesse once more let his thoughts turn to fanciful dreams. He wished he had the guts to just reach out and snuggle close, to let his arm flop across Kip’s muscular shoulder and then cross his chest. He wished he could just rest his own head against Kip’s neck, letting his own long hair nestle with Kip’s dirty blond strands.

Staring at him, he wondered if Kip really was asleep, his movements seemed so wooden, so still, that for a second or two Jesse thought that maybe he wasn’t sleeping, that maybe he was indeed waiting for Jesse to make the first move, but caution took hold and he turned away, scared that he would endanger what peace he had. He closed his eyes to let his body sleep, his mind thinking of how he wished it would be, with Kip’s arms wrapping around him every night, with his body nestled firmly into Kips, that was what he wanted, what he thought he needed.

An image of a tall young blond running through a field of tall wheat was etched in his mind as he lay there. He could see the white flesh flashing in the midday’s sunshine and he could hear the laughter coming from the tall boy as he ran through the wheat, his hair blowing gently in the soft breeze and all that time, his deep blue eyes were shining and taunting him on.

The soft tones of the 6 foot 1 inch tall boy echoed inside of his head and he felt his own face growing warm, as he smiled at the young boy who danced around him. He was there, in the middle lying on a bed of crushed stalks of wheat, the softness making his own naked body quiver a little as the tall blond danced around. The sun was beaming down on him and kept him warm as he watched the wild gyrations and all he could do was smile. He felt like he was in a garden of Eden, the fresh smell of flowers gently crossing his nostrils with each breath of the warm breeze and yet there was more to the scent, a new odour that would excite him each time he breathed it in.

For a few minutes he didn’t have any idea what that scent was and then he stared out at the blond, who had stopped dancing, who now was slowly walking towards him, his one hand filled with a bunch of wild flowers and stalks of wheat, his other gently rubbing his chest as he stared at his destination, which was where he, Jesse, was lying. He could feel the excitement rising in his chest, the way his heart began to beat loudly as his mind identified that hidden scent.

His mile grew wider and he sighed deeply, drinking in more of the fresh aroma that he now knew to be Kip. It was his scent, his smell that was making his body ache as he laid there, and it was his own desire that was making his body quiver in excitement as he watched Kip walking straight for him, the flowers in one hand and the other enticing him even more as it slowly circled the most perfect chest he had ever laid eyes on. He could see the sparks flying from the deep blue eyes, and he realized they were aimed at him and he found his own hand playing with the firm tip of his nipple.

The closer Kip came to him, the slower his hand moved, the more he licked his lips, and he could feel his pulse beginning to race faster with each step that Kip took towards him. God, he had to be dreaming, he couldn’t be so blessed as to actually be resting in a field nude with Kip coming to claim him, as if he was his prize and yet it was true, there he was, almost standing over him and he could feel the eyes boring down onto him. He could feel them pierce his heart with a passion that he had never experienced before and he knew his cock was already oozing a steady stream of pre cum.

The vision of a naked Kip standing over him was almost too much. HE could hear himself groaning as he saw the thin red lips starting to move. Jesse just stared at them, marvelling at how sensual they looked and hoping that soon those lips would be in reach of his own mouth. He could feel the desire rising in his body, willing him to reach up and take hold of the tall young man and bring him down, so he would rest on the ground, on top of his own nude body, to cover it with his own lanky frame and let them experience the joy of being together. It all was so real and he felt his hands moving up as he heard Kip’s voice calling to him, urging him on.

Jesse “Yes, God yes Kip, Please”

Kip “Jess, Come on Jess, wake up man, JESS!”

The image quickly dissolved and Jesse blinked hard, suddenly feeling lost in a raging storm. His heart ached, unfulfilled and it felt like his heart was suddenly being ripped apart as the harsh sounds of a strident voice broke through the heavy roar that was filling his ears. He blinked again and suddenly knew that it had been a dream, that it hadn’t been real and the voice he heard was Kip’s. He struggled into wakefulness as he stared into the quizzical face of the object of his dream.

Jesse “Shit, sorry, uh, what is it?”

Kip was leaning up on one elbow, his whole body turned to stare at Jesse and he was feeling like his whole body was on fire. The moans that had been coming from behind him had made him turn and he had laid there for several minutes, watching as Jesse tossed around on the bed, and then he felt his own body starting to shake as he watched Jesse reaching for his groin, his hand pushing past the pant buttons and the zipper surrendering to the pressure and in an instant, Kip stared at the hard thick cock that was so suddenly exposed.

He couldn’t believe it and found himself licking at his lips, wishing he could summon up the nerve to reach out and join with Jesse and help him as he started to stroke that 7-½ inch throbbing weapon. His eyes bulged out as he listened to Jesse moaning, and he wondered if maybe this was a test, if Jesse was really asleep or was he teasing him, like had happened back in high school? Was this just another childish trick to see if the tall geeky kid was a fag or not, or was Jesse just having himself a damn good dream?

Kip “Hate to uh interrupt your dream, but uh, well it is time for me to head over to my mom’s place, uh, if you want to stay here and, uh, well…”

Jesse was still half asleep but the wide eyed stare of Kip and his words hit home like a thunderclap. Suddenly he realized that his one hand was down at his groin, and that it was wrapped around his throbbing cock and he stared down, seeing what he had felt, and panic gripped at his heart as his mind raced with all sorts of painful images. He prayed silently that Kip didn’t have a gun or anything and he began to sweat badly, his hand felt like it had suddenly been thrust into a burning cauldron of hot oil and he pulled back, embarrassment written all over his terrified face.

Jesse “shit, uh, fuck, I don’t, I mean…”

Kip “Hey no big deal, man you are freaked, I am sorry Jesse, I didn’t mean to freak you out, but, I thought, fuck, I am sorry, I just…”

Jesse “Huh? No, no its okay Kip, shit, I guess I am still half asleep, sorry man”

Jesse quickly pushed his dick down the side of the pants and brought his other hand to help him zip up and cover up the offending sex organ. Christ, he had blown it, and now Kip was freaking and he was shaking, but he hadn’t crossed the line, at least he didn’t think he had.

Kip “Sorry Jesse, really I am sorry…”

That was it; he knew it by the soft pained tones of Kip that he had crossed the line. Somehow, in his sleep, he must have crossed it and now he was back out in the cold. FUCK, why couldn’t he learn control, or better, why couldn’t he lose control with someone who would understand, it just wasn’t fair. He could feel the tears welling up but he struggled to hold them back. Bad enough to have crossed the line and been caught, worse to show how much it effected him.

Jesse “It’s okay, I understand, I’ll be out of here in a second or two, uh, I’ll just grab my stuff and change in the bathroom, okay? I am sorry…”

Kip “What the fuck are you talking about? Shit man, I think you are still sleeping”

Jesse “Huh? Uh, I thought, well that you were grossed out, I mean…”

Kip “Fuck no, shit I’ve seen guys pulling their dick before man, I just didn’t want to climb over you while you were doing it, you might uh, well uh, you might have gotten the wrong idea, so I decided to wake you, I am sorry, really…”

Jesse “You aren’t freaked? I mean, it has to be kind of…”

Kip “I said no, I guess maybe I freaked you, I mean, …well what was that all about anyway? Why did you think I was tossing you out?”

Jesse “Uh, shit, I don’t know, guess I was still sleeping, uh how would I get the wrong idea, oh, I see, I think that I do, man ain’t we a pair?”

The idea of being a pair, of just being a part of his life was making him sweat and the whole episode was starting to make his body ache in a way he hadn’t felt before.	Kip “Yeah, uh I guess, sorry if I freaked you out, really, I guess some of the shit from high school still, well you know, hate to give the wrong impression”
The sudden mention of high school brought back some of the earlier memories of Kip, and how some of the guys had thought he was a fag back then, but he had showed them by landing the hottest cheerleader for the junior spring dance and she sure had mouthed off about how horny Kip had been, so that had ended that speculation, but now, well he wondered, had all that simply been an act?	Jesse “Yeah I remember, some of they guys sure were jerks back then, I really try to forget about that time, guess it is kind of hard at times, stuff stays with you”
God he couldn’t believe he had said that and now he could see it in Jesse’s eyes, he had remembered it all, and all because he had a big mouth.	Kip “Yeah, guess so, but its water under the bridge, so, uh, you still want to come along with me?”
He was feeling totally confused, part of him was thinking that maybe his dream could happen, another part of him was feeling like maybe he was treading on dangerous turf, that maybe after all those years of being taunted in high school had made Kip want revenge, and maybe he was to become the target, after all, he had given him enough evidence to have his life made miserable if Kip wanted to.	Jesse “Sure, if its okay, I mean uh, well yeah sure.”

Jesse had been surprised at how warm a reception he got from Kip’s mom and for a few minutes he didn’t realize how much pain she had to be in. He saw how her one hand was all shrivelled up and every few seconds he could see her face stretch as a flash of pain darted through her body. The girls had been quiet when Kip had introduced him but his little brother Bobby was like a fireball, asking a whole slew of questions until one of the girls, Beth he thought, had shooed him away.

She had shown him to the laundry room and had watched as he started to put the clothes in, a small smile across her face as if she was trying to undress him, and he felt rather embarrassed by the attention she was showing. Kip had finally come to drag her away and he realized just how much responsibility had fallen on Kip. It really was something, the way they had all thrown their arms around him and hugged him tight, as if he was the father and not their 19-year-old big brother.

You could see the family traits in them all, and the way his mother was so calm and reserved. She had accepted his presence graciously, and even tried to get up, but he could tell that she just couldn’t, from the pain that was obviously her constant companion. He had felt a bit self-conscious walking in, wearing a pair of Kip’s jeans, rolled up so he wouldn’t trip and yet no one seemed to mind.

The two girls, both of them 15, seemed to be turning into some pretty good looking young women, and they gushed over big brother, and yet were always polite, both of them keeping a close eye on the stranger that had come with their big brother. At first, he thought they were just not used to strangers, and then he realized that they were checking him out. It really was flattering, or so he thought as he listened to the old washing machine chugging away. He was waiting for the rinse cycle, so he could put in the fabric softener, as Beth who seemed to always be finding a reason to visit him in the laundry room had instructed him.

He had listened as Kip had talked to his mother and he felt rather sad too, as he could tell that she was feeling guilty for all that Kip had to handle. She was telling him about the social worker’s recent visit, and where the bills were and he could feel the pain in her voice. It really was different than his home, where his mother rarely spoke, and only to answer his father, the big shot banker who rode roughshod over everyone.

Part of him felt a bit guilty as he listened in to the two girls talking over the coming school year with Kip. They were explaining what they needed, and he could tell by their voices that they were trying to not ask for much, and yet they were 15, and he could hear Kip’s voice, explaining that he could find what they needed. He was almost insistent with them about going shopping for new clothes next weekend, and he felt amazed at how Kip was such a different person while there.

He had thought of Kip as being a bit of a loner, a rather soft spoken person who rarely ventured out anywhere, who always seemed to avoid things that might lead to conflict and yet here, at home, he was totally assertive, making decisions in a flash, refusing to compromise on certain things, and as he listened and snatched the occasional glance, he felt a deep respect and desire growing deep inside of him for Kip. He had thought he was hot before, but that had been physical, now it was being replaced by something much more intense and he could feel the pangs of fear as he realized he was falling in love with Kip.

Bobby “My sisters think you are cute”

Jesse “Huh? Oh, hi there, they do huh? Well between you and me, I think they are pretty hot themselves”

Bobby “Really? You like girls?”

Jesse “Sure, don’t you?”

Bobby “Yeah, but how come you do?”

Jesse “Well, I don’t know, doesn’t everyone?”

Bobby “No, least that’s what Derek says, he say all you dancers out there are queers, that you all like each other”

Jesse “Uh, I don’t follow you slugger, who is Derek, and who are all us dancers?”

Bobby “You and Kip, he said you helped him at work, so you must be one of the dancers too, like him “

Josie “Bobby, what are you doing, uh, sorry, uh, come on Bobby, you leave our guest alone, don’t pay him no mind he’s had a rough day, come on”

Bobby “Leave me alone, I didn’t say anything… besides, he likes girls, how come he likes girls and Kip…”

Josie “SHUT UP BOBBY! …Uh sorry Jesse, he’s a bit overactive this time of day, come on Bobby”

Both Josie and Beth left him pretty much alone after that, with only the occasional glance inwards. It was almost as if they wanted to talk to him but were afraid. Jesse was still trying to make some sense out of it all when it was time to head off, Kip had to get to work and Jesse was going to tag along, and as they left, he could feel the two pair of eyes on his back. He turned to see both Beth and Josie watching him, fear in their eyes, and he didn’t understand it. Why were they so afraid all of a sudden, and why him?

The walk to the garage was ending and so far, it had been spent in silence. Kip seemed to be rather withdrawn which unnerved Jesse a little. Had he done something wrong while at Kip’s mom’s house? Maybe he shouldn’t have commented on how cute his sister’s looked or did he do something else? Jesse racked his brains as he walked silently beside Kip, seeing Kip occasionally glance at him from under his eyelashes, and he felt torn. Part of him was pleased that Kip was trying to look at him, the other part was nervous, wondering if there was something dark ahead that he needed to be careful about?

The flashing neon sign of the garage loomed up and they were just about there when Kip suddenly stopped and leaned up against a telephone pole. His eyes were downcast, looking at the dirt track that passed for a sidewalk and he lowered his laundry bag to the ground, shuffling his feet.

Jesse waited, standing perfectly still, unsure of what was about to happen. Whatever it was, he didn’t think it was anything good and he felt the pain around his heart, as he searched his memory for anything he may have said or done that would have pissed Kip off.

Kip “Uh, Jess, I guess that, uh, well maybe we should talk”

Jesse “Okay, if you want, what’s up?”

Kip “Uh, this isn’t easy for me, I mean, I am not really good with explanations or such…”

Jesse “Okay, neither am I, but uh, what is it? Did I do something wrong back at your mom’s?”

Kip “Huh? Oh no, not at all, everyone thought you were really nice, the girls thought you were pretty hot, uh, I mean good looking, uh, it is just, that, well shit, Bobby was kind of zoned out, uh, it seems like he had been teased a bit, and…”

Jesse “I know that feeling, been there a few times myself, hey no sweat man, I mean he is just a kid, he didn’t bother me, if that is what this about?”

The unease was too much and just as Kip seemed ready to speak, the sound of a horn blaring and racing noise of a high performance engine intruded. They both turned to see a black corvette come streaking up the road and slide over to the shoulder to rumble quietly besides them. The two occupants looked happy and they recognized the driver as being Andy from earlier in the morning.

Andy “Hey, fancy meeting you guys, hey, this is my roommate Bailey, Bailey that tall one there is the ace mechanic Kip and the other one is Jesse, I got that right didn’t I?”

Kip “Uh yeah you did, nice to meet you Bailey”

Jesse “Hi Bailey”

Bailey “Hi, Andy told me how you guys helped him this morning, nice to meet you both”

Andy “So you heading up to work?”

Kip “Huh? Oh yeah, almost time for my shift”

Andy “How about a lift? Think you two can squeeze in? I need to fill up anyway, might as well give my friends the business”

Kip “Thanks, uh, well, sure I guess we can, but I mean its only a block or so”

Andy “So, hop in guys, before I run out of gas, haha”

Kip stared at Andy for a second then glanced at Jesse. Jesse wasn’t sure what the look meant but he thought he felt a sort of relief, like Kip was glad for the interruption, which made him even more curious. The talk he had with Bobby hadn’t meant much at the time, but after seeing how it affected Kip, it took on new meaning. He wondered as he tried to climb into the small car just what Bobby had meant by the term ‘dancers’ and why he assumed he was one too.

It had been hard enough to fit the three in before, with a fourth it was almost impossible and yet somehow they had managed. Kip was stretched out with his head poking up out of the top, his body leaning hard into Jesse’s which Jesse didn’t mind one bit. Jesse’s own body was wedged in between Andy and Bailey and he felt rather sandwiched, but the warm side of Andy’s body made him tingle a little. The guy was hot, and he looked even better now.

Bailey was not bad looking either and Jesse felt him scrunch away, as if he was afraid of touching him, which was kind of strange, but then they didn’t know each other so that most likely accounted for it all. The drive up to the garage was a tough one, and he felt a strange twinge as they pulled in, as his arm had moved into Andy’s side a bit hard, and the touch of the warm body made him tingle.

The garage was busy and Andy parked his corvette off by the office, electing to wait a bit. Kip ran over to give Boone a hand and Jesse managed to squeeze out and stood next to Andy, watching Kip work. It really was fun, to just lean against the sleek black car and watch the way Kip moved. God, he was so damn desirable that it ached and finally Jesse excused himself, claiming he needed to take a piss.

He really did have to take a piss, and he unzipped in a hurry to let a steady stream of his piss flood out. Despite the noise, he couldn’t get the sad look of Kip’s face out of his mind and he stood there, peeing and wondering what it was about Bobby’s comments that had gotten everyone so nervous. He had noticed the difference in how the girls looked at him after, and then the walk to work had been so silent, it really was freaky. Part of him wished that Andy hadn’t shown up when he did, but then part was glad too, cause if it was something bad that Kip was going to say, he’d rather not hear just yet. He still was trying to figure it out when he heard the sudden gasp and he turned around to see Andy standing in the open doorway of the washroom.

Andy had opened the door, thinking that Jesse must have gone around the other way and seeing Jesse standing there, his long pole still in his hand, he froze and gasped out his surprise.	Andy “Shit… uh sorry, I… fuck…” He was turning to leave, his eyes glued to the pink pole that was being held in Jesse’s hand, when Jesse’s voice broke through his mind’s panic.
Looking at the look in Andy’s face, he realized that Andy wasn’t blushing because he had walked in on Jesse taking a piss, but that he wanted what Jesse was holding.	Jesse “Whoa, you never seen a guy taking a piss before? Man, you look like you have seen a ghost, haha”
Andy “Uh, yeah I have, just that, uh, guess I uh, sorry… didn’t mean to barge in like that, but uh, the, well the door was open, figured you had gone around the other way…”	Jesse “Hey no problem, guess when you gotta go, you gotta go, here, slide on in while I move out” He started to push his cock back into his pants as he moved to one side, and he could see it in Andy’s eyes, the way he was still watching his dick and he knew that Andy was interested. As Andy walked in, Jesse made a point of sliding out as close to Andy as he could, letting his crotch rub up against Andy’s and he could feel the lump inside, and if he had any doubts before, that passing touch had put them to rest.

Andy stood at the toilet, his body shaking as he struggled to take his own piss. He hadn’t felt like this before, he was scared and frightened that Jesse had caught him looking, and yet, well to be honest it also excited him. Jesse was hot and he did have a nice looking cock. What he had seen made him feel very horny and yet, what if Jesse wasn’t? What if he tried to take it further but Jesse had only been teasing him? Or maybe Jesse just was the type who didn’t care who saw his dick? There were guys like that, who enjoyed just having other’s stare at their meat, but they sure as hell weren’t into more than that.

Standing there, he felt himself trembling, his legs felt a bit weak and he could tell that he was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. He grew angry with that, and with his rising anger, his cock grew softer and he managed to finally finish taking his own piss. He shook it and stuffed it back into his pants, zipping up and then as he washed his hands, he caught his face in the mirror. God, was he that much of a coward? So what if he saw Jesse’s dick, so what if Jesse didn’t rush to cover it up, it didn’t mean anything and he had no reason to panic like some twelve year old caught with a penthouse magazine.

With the panic attack finished, Andy turned and walked out the door. The second the door flew open, the panic was back as Jesse was still standing there, leaning up against the old tow truck that was parked in front of the door.

Jesse “Hey, uh, you got a minute to talk?”	He could see the fear in his eyes, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure that Andy really was what he thought, but it was too late.
Andy “Uh, yeah sure, I suppose, something wrong?”	Christ was he going to out him here and now? How could he know? Or was he going to try something else? Fuck, how did he get into these messes, it wasn’t his fault that the guy left the door open.
Jesse “Uh, thanks, uh, I was wondering, well, uh, if maybe you knew of any jobs around? I really need to score some money man, I don’t care what I have to do, but I really need to make some money”	He didn’t dare look at him, his heart was pounding and he knew he was stuttering, looking like a babbling idiot more likely but he couldn’t not try, besides, if he was right then it would be okay, if not, well if he worded it right the guy wouldn’t tweak to the hidden meaning and it would still be alright, except maybe that he looked like a moron
Andy “Job? Huh? Oh, work, uh shit Jesse, I uh don’t know, I mean, I guess I could ask around”	What was this about a job? Was he missing something or did he mean something very different? Fuck, he looked so damn hot and the way he is shuffling his feet, and, fuck could he mean that? How do I find out, fuck, why can’t he just come out and ask, or am I really putting my foot in this?
Jesse “Well, uh okay, yeah, sure that would help…uh, I really mean it though Andy, I will DO ANYTHING, I mean it, I really am tapped out, and well, shit I can’t mooch off Kip, so, uh yeah, if you hear of anything, I mean ANYTHING, you’ll let me know?	There that was it, now it was up to rich boy and his roving eyes, fuck this sucks, I wish I had the balls to just ask him if he wanted some sex or not, fuck, but what if I am wrong? Shit, the way he is looking at me, I don’t know, man what if I am guessing wrong, Christ what if he tells Kip? Shit, maybe I should say something else? FUCK!
Andy “Anything? Man, you should be careful about saying it that way, uh, I mean, you know, it could be taken wrong”	Christ what is this all about? Is he on the make for something? I mean I thought you asked for a date or something, but shit, the way he said it, Fuck it would be interesting, but what if he isn’t asking that? How, fuck, this is freaky, what if it is a set up? Man, why couldn’t I have just knocked on the damn door first?
Jesse “I suppose, but shit man, look, I mean it, I’ll really do pretty much anything if the price is right”	Well if that doesn’t make him either belt me, run from me, or make an offer I don’t know what will, fuck this is harder than I remembered, but then it didn’t work out last time, did it? Shit, I hope I haven’t fucked this up like that one, but I don’t think he has a gun, shit, what if he does tell Kip? Well, least I had a shower, that’s something.
Andy “Uh, well, you mean that huh? I mean about doing anything for uh, for the right price?”	Shit, word games at a gas station rest room, man is this how it works? Why the fuck don’t I just come out and ask him if he wants to suck me off for some money? I know why, cause I am a fucking coward, that’s why.
Jesse “Yeah, I mean it, uh, I really do need to make some money, bad”	Christ this is like pulling teeth, but is he interested? Fuck I wish I could tell, but he won’t look at me, shit I can’t look at him so what am I bitching about, fuck, I can’t think of anything else, I have to make this work.
Andy “I see, uh, how much money are you talking about? I mean, maybe I could, uh, well maybe I could loan you some? Or?”	Shit, can I trust him? I don’t even know him, all I know is he is one fucking hot guy and I would love to fucking be with him, but what if this isn’t what he means? Shit, I am such a goddamn wimp, loan him the money, like I would ever see it again, but least I won’t be outed this way.
Jesse “Huh? A loan? Fuck, no, that is nice but it only puts me in worse shape, I can’t pay back any loan, I need to make the money, besides, I couldn’t borrow from you, it wouldn’t be right… now if you maybe needed something done, some uh service?”	Shit, my luck to find a guy who is nice. Why is it that I never find them before I make a complete asshole of myself? All I want to do is make some damn money, now I fucking feel like, shit maybe I should forget it, tell him that, maybe I can find something up at the super serve on the freeway, there are always truckers up there willing to pop for a blow job and then at least I could buy some food and pay my way with Kip
Andy “Shit Jesse, I don’t know what to say, I uh, I am not uh, good at this, fuck man, uh, okay, uh, how much? There, I said it.”	If he moves I am running, I don’t think that the other’s will join him, fuck if I am wrong I am dead, there is no way it won’t get back to everyone at the school. Shit, least I’d get my wish and not have to attend here.
Jesse “Uh, well, Christ aren’t we something? Look Andy, I am sorry man, I am not good at this either, uh, I guess, well, what do you want me to do? I mean, shit, you know, if you want uh well if want me to do you, or uh, go all the way, uh, I mean, shit, as long as it isn’t anything too kinky, I guess, I don’t know, $50?	For some reason he felt rather ashamed of himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t turned a trick before, but they were people he never knew, certainly not their names or where they were living, so why did this feel so different to him? Christ, maybe he shouldn’t have said $50, maybe that was too much? God, why didn’t he just let the guy tell him what he wanted first?
Andy “$50? You sure, uh, sorry, yeah okay, uh when? I mean, we can’t do it here, the other’s might, uh, you did mean now didn’t you?”	Fuck I sound like a babbling brook but Christ he looks so fucking hot, and to think I get to touch him, to feel his breath, shit, do I? What does $50 get? Should I ask him? Fuck if I do he’ll get pissed, damn, I rushed into this again, I always do this, why can’t I just fucking keep my mouth shut!

Bailey “Hey there you two are, what’s going on?”

Andy almost fell backwards into the washroom at the sudden sound of Bailey’s voice. He could feel the beads of sweat pouring down his face as the panic rose up and was threatening to consume him. All he could think of was to get away but then if he did, he would miss out and his ‘date’ and for some reason; he really wanted this to happen. Something in Jesse’s voice had made him feel an unusual desire for Jesse, and it was hard enough to think about that and also to try to lie and cover his ass at the same time.

Jesse “Nothing, talking about school and stuff, uh, we’ll be right there”

Bailey “Okay, cool”

Andy watched Bailey turn and head back towards the brightly lit front of the service station and he sighed deeply. God, Jesse was good, the way he came up with that so quick and easy. He turned his attention back towards Jesse to watch him wipe the sweat from his forehead and it struck him that Jesse was just as scared and nervous as he was. Fuck, who would have thought that?

Andy “Phew, that was quick thinking, so, uh, what do we do now?”

Jesse “Well, you sure you want to do this? I mean, if you don’t, it is okay, I can always head up to the truck stop and probably score there, it is just, uh, well…”

Andy “NO, sorry, no I do want to do this, just uh, where and when?”

Jesse “Well, Kip can’t leave here, he’s on duty, uh, we could do it after you take Bailey back to school, or, uh, I know, we could go on a coffee run, or munchies, let him stay here with Kip, or would he freak?”

Andy “No, I don’t think he would, he’d freak more around me than you or Kip that’s for sure, okay, so we go on a munchie run, where do we go though?”

Jesse “Well it is pretty warm out, and, I know this place, its off the road and really secluded, no one can see it from the road and we could go there, it isn’t bad, uh if that’s okay?”

Andy “Yeah, uh sure, so we really going to do this?”

Jesse “You can back out if you want, but I can’t man, I really need the money, I mean, shit you don’t know what it is like, to have no money for food or to go without eating, and then to have your friends support you, it sucks man, it really does, and well, I can’t hack it, I can’t let Kip pay for me, I mean, fuck man he has nothing either, so, yeah, I really am into this, as long as you got the cash, I guess I got what you want.”

Andy felt Jesse’s pain as he spoke and he wished that maybe he could help him in another way but he also knew that Jesse wouldn’t take any money from him, not without doing something and he really didn’t have anything for him to do. Maybe he could find him a real job somewhere, but where? Fuck, he didn’t even know Jesse all that well and now he was trying to save him? Christ, was he ever falling for the guy, but then what about Bailey? Man, life was getting complicated and this was only his first day at the damn school.

He thought he would have gotten some argument from Bailey but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was almost as if Bailey couldn’t wait to be alone with Kip and hang out at the station. Kip seemed a bit relieved as well but Jesse was different. Andy saw the way his eyes flashed for a second, as Kip didn’t really seemed phased by him leaving with Andy or that Bailey was sticking around. He wondered about that as they drove off and even now, sitting in the car, hidden by a huge bush from the road, he thought that maybe Jesse wasn’t just doing this for the money.

Jesse “So, uh you want to do me or what?”	Christ this was just like being in high school, he is cute though but shit, I have to get a real job.
Andy “Uh, whatever you want, I mean, well, uh, this is kind of new to me”	Fuck, those eyes of his are killing me, should I lean over and kiss him? What does one do with a prostitute?
Jesse “Well, uh, guess we should get out first, and well if you, uh want to suck me, then I’ll get undressed, or if you want me to do you, you can uh, get, uh take your pants off”	I wish he were a stranger, fuck he looks so scared, but I need the money, fucking hope he isn’t weird or anything, just what I need.
Andy “Okay, uh, I guess, well I was thinking that maybe that we uh would do more than, uh well, I was kind of hoping…”	Shit I sound like some whining broad looking for a damn handout, Why can’t I just tell him I want to have him suck me dry and then fuck the hell out of me? I am such a fucking coward.
Jesse “Uh, well, I don’t know, uh, look we really don’t have a lot of time, tell you what, why don’t we uh just lie down together, and, uh we can do each other? Okay?”	Christ, for $50 he wants more? Mind you, he is cute and I bet he’d be damn hot going all the way, but fuck, I need the money more than I need to find out how he likes it up the ass or if he can pump worth shit, fuck, I knew I should have let this go, well it is too late now, but damn it, he is nice and maybe, well maybe he could turn into a regular, that would help things, but, oh shit, just look at him, you would think he was going to cry, he is so fucking nervous, like just what does he have to be nervous about? He’s friggin loaded with money, he can do whatever he fucking pleases.

Jesse climbed out of the black corvette and stood by the door. He looked around and waited for Andy to get out and come to stand next to him. Christ the guy was so nervous but the bulge in his jeans was more than enough to make Jesse walk over to a small clearing and turn to face Andy.	Time to get this show on the road, least he isn’t some stinking old fart, and besides, if I do this right, who knows, maybe I can get him to be a steady
Andy walked up slowly and stood in front; as Jesse smiled at him and then he watched as Jesse reached down to undo his pants button. The loud pop echoed in the night and Andy jumped back a little, the noise startling him but his eyes remained glued to Jesse’s hands as they continued to unzip the faded jeans. He watched with a rising sense of excitement as he heard the zipper slide down and then Andy began to tremble a little, his tongue licking at his lips, as he watched Jesse grip his pants waistband and slowly push them down his small body.	Fuck, this was just like his dream, standing out in a field, a warm breeze blowing and a hot stud doing a strip tease for me, man and for $50? Shit, why didn’t I think of this before, what good is having the damn money if I can’t fucking enjoy it, and besides, if the old man ever found out, it would serve him right, fuck, he is so god damn hot. Christ, just look at him, he is so fucking hot, Christ my dick is hurting, it never felt like this before, shit I feel like spewing now, what is it going to be like when he touches me?
Jesse pushed his pants down, very slowly, letting his hands take their time as he wanted to give Andy a good show, and one thing he had learned early on, was always give the customer a good time, even if all you do is jerk him off. His pants finally rested down at his ankles and he stepped out of them, and stood there staring at Andy. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and he could see it had surprised Andy. His mouth was hanging open and the small dark spot on his groin told him all he needed to know.	Here he was, giving some stranger a show and when it came to doing the same for Kip he had frozen, now why the fuck couldn’t he have the balls then when it would have meant something other than now when it was for money? Shit, Andy must be a fucking god damn virgin, he looks like he is ready to cream his pants already and all I have done is strip, man this could be a fast 50, I gotta slow it down or he’ll bolt
His cock jerked hard inside of his pants and he felt his balls pushing up and aching like someone had taken a vice to them. They hurt so fucking much and all because Jesse didn’t wear any underwear. Christ he looked so hot, his perfect milky flesh glistening in the soft light of twilight and all he could think of was how fucking hot it looked. His eyes bulged open wide as Jesse’s hard 7-½ inch cock popped out and stared straight at him. He could see the small pee slit, glistening with a milky white substance and it registered that Jesse was oozing pre cum. His heart began to beat faster as he watched the jeans fall down to the ground and the solid muscled legs moved up to step out of the pants.	God he couldn’t cum now, not now, that wasn’t fair, he had to hold back, God Jesse must think he’s a fucking nerd, but shit, his skin looks so soft, so warm, I just want to touch it, to run my damn hands down his legs, oh shit his dick is so fucking hard, Man I can’t hold on, this is unreal, he is so fucking hot, and that cock, look at the way the veins are popping up, shit, I am gonna mess my damn pants in a minute, this is, fuck he moves so slowly, how the fuck can he be so calm? Christ, look at him, those balls swinging below, man they must hold a ton of jizz.
Jesse moved close now, and he could see the panic in Andy’s face as he moved his hands to place them on the trembling waistline of the young boy. His own body rocked a little as his hands touched and he opened his eyes to gaze deep into Andy’s face. He licked his lips as he moved closer, his hard cock almost touching the protruding bulge in Andy’s pants. Jesse could feel the desire growing in his body and yet he also could feel the overpowering desire reaching out towards him from Andy.	Chris he is a virgin, shit I can see it in his eyes, he wants to cum now, shit, he has to hold on. God that feels so unreal, it is like, like holding onto a thunderbolt, shit he’s making me shake, why the hell is he doing that? That’s all I need now, to fall for a rich kid who I am trying to trick, shit, it feels so fucking good though, man, what am I getting myself into?
Andy’s body shook hard as it felt the soft warm touch of Jesse’s hands against his body and he looked up, into the misty sea green eyes that stared at him. He shivered as he could feel the swirling turmoil that rested deep inside of Jesse and he felt himself sigh a little as the hands around his waist began to tug at his pants. He felt the button pop and the zipper slide down and his legs began to tremble in a deep spasm of excitement as the jeans were pushed down his long legs. Andy stood 6 foot and most of it was leg, and yet he swayed a little, his hands reaching out to rest on Jesse’s shoulder. The warmth shot through his arms as he felt his fingers gently digging into the soft shoulder flesh. He felt a strange ache growing in his body and he could sense his buttocks clenching, the muscles tightening and twisting his insides.	Shit, this isn’t what I expected; oh fuck man it aches so much, how the hell can he hold it? Christ he is angry, I am making him angry or is he just, oh shit it feels so fucking good who cares, damn him, why couldn’t this be kip? Or even Bailey, God what am I getting into; it feels so good, how can it be this good? He looks so much in pain but it feels good, why does he look hurt? God I don’t know if I can hold on, I have to hold on, oh man look at him, that long hair is so damn, shit, it feels so hot, I am sweating already, oh god I want him to fuck me, he has to fuck me, shit I can’t stand this, I want him in me, oh please let him do me, let him fuck me
Andy’s groan surprised Jesse and he froze for a second, but then the pounding of his heart took over and his hands pushed down, forcing the jeans down. Jesse stood back, and he saw the huge bulge in Andy’s shorts and he knew that it wouldn’t take long as he brought his hands up to the white elastic waistband, and in one quick jerk, the shorts were down resting on top of the jeans. Andy stepped out, his hands digging into Jesse’s shoulders and as the last touch of his shorts slipped away from his ankles, he felt Jesse’s body slowly sliding down.	Fuck this is too much, he is going to cum before I can get his damn shorts off, I can smell it, oh man that smells so fucking hot, it is making me wet, god damn it, I want him. Christ he isn’t small, oh man he’s got a nice dick inside, I can see it stretching his shorts, fuck this is unreal, I gotta get his shorts down, he is gonna blow otherwise, fuck, I can’t wait, I gotta get it in my mouth, oh shit it is dripping so much, he really is excited, god, why couldn’t he be different, fuck his hands hurt, he is digging them in, fuck I have to get down, oh shit it look so fucking hot.
Jesse’s hands moved up and then down the shaking sides of Andy’s body. His long tapered fingers gently pushing against the hot flesh, feeling the tightly coiled muscles beneath and he sighed, feeling his own desire welling up, feeling his own excitement rise, as he slowly let himself slid down, slowly resting on his knees so that his face now stared at Andy’s throbbing cock. It shook in the night’s breeze, and Jesse could see the small white ooze dripping down from the centre of the fiery red cock head. He licked his lips and glanced upwards, to stare up at Andy’s face.	Geez, his skin feels so damn soft, it is unreal, god it is making me want to fuck his ass, shit, I can’t do that, fuck it feels so good though, the softness, it is almost like a baby’s butt, how the fuck does he do it? Fuck, look at all that pre cum, shit the guy must have gallons stored up, oh shit I need to taste that, fuck it looks so good. Oh god, those eyes, shit he is so fucking hot and he looks, god it can’t be, he looks like he really wants me, like he really does, he can’t but he does.
He brought his hands down the firm lanky body, feeling the excitement rising as his hands came closer to Andy’s groin and he felt his own pulse racing as he stared at the winking hot pole. His mind was growing confused as the strange excitement built up inside of him. His heart thundered while his lungs gasped for air and he found his face moving closer, his lips becoming dry with the excitement and yet every nerve in his body seemed to be screaming at him. Jesse’s hands now held the trembling hips tightly, his fingers digging hard into the shaking flesh until they touched bone and still the body shook. He dug in hard, trying to hold the shuddering body still and he moved his face in closer, his eyes fixed firmly on the shaking pole that stuck out at him. As his lips came closer, he could feel the heat rising up, searing his mouth with its intensity and he felt his own body shuddering. His hands dug in even harder and he licked his lips one last time as he brought them up to the huge thick cock head.	I can’t believe it, he really does want me, a nothing tramp from the streets and he wants me, I can feel it. Shit, this can’t be real, it has to be a damn fucking dream and when I wake up I am going to regret this, I know it, he can’t want me, but he does, I can feel it in here, shit, my chest hurts, he is fucking hot, look at it, shit, I could suck on that all night if given the chance, fuck, his hands feel so good, like he has the power, it isn’t real, this is a fucking dream, has to be, has to be. Oh shit, what is he going to do? I can’t believe, he’s getting so close to my dick, he’s going to take it, Christ I am going to cum, fuck I have to hold on, but look at him, that long hair is making me want to just grab it and hold it, fuck, he is hot, shit this is worth a damn sight more than $50, how the fuck, oh fuck his lips, they are almost, oh shit, I know I am gonna spew, fuck no, I can’t, not yet, oh man this hurts too much.
It was like experiencing the lift-off of the shuttle rocket from right underneath it. Both bodies started to shake uncontrollably and with extreme force as Jesse kissed the hot throbbing cock head. His tongue flicked outwards gobbling up the copious amount of sticky pre cum. He tasted the salty sweet liquid, and felt it slowly slide down his throat as he pressed his lips hard against the shaking cock. His hands holding the trembling hips firmly in its grasp. The hot cock seemed unwilling at first, shaken by the sudden touch of another’s mouth but then suddenly Jesse felt the hard press against his teeth and before he could fully open his mouth, Andy had thrust his hips forward, driving his 7 ½ inch cock deep into the waiting mouth. It had taken him by surprise and Jesse coughed and gagged on the throbbing pole that pressed inside of his warm mouth. His tongue was forced back and down as the pulsing cock filled the mouth, forcing his jaw open wide and the dripping cock head started to push down the narrow throat, stretching the muscles inside.	Shit I am gonna spew my own load before him, Christ it is unreal; I never felt like this, why is he making me feel this way? What is it about him? Christ, if this is what it must feel like when you like someone, shit, I can’t hold on, this is too much, fuck how can he make me feel this way? How? FUCK! Oh God, Oh sweet Jesus, it feels so damn good, his lips, his mouth is so fucking warm, Christ it is unreal, fuck I am shaking like a leaf, I can’t stand up, shit why can’t I hold on? I have to hold on, god his shoulders are shaking too, Christ I am digging my hands in too hard, oh god I can’t stand this, it never felt like this, shit I thought, fuck how can it feel so fucking good? God that hurts, shit he’s driving it down my throat like a bloody train, Christ, slow it down, hold him back, can’t choke, not now, damn him, I gotta hold him back, fuck it feels good though, shit it is so damn hot, he’s burning my damn mouth but fuck it, god it is so damn good.
Jesse struggled at first, trying to hold back the pulsing organ but he could feel Andy’s body groaning, he could hear the loud moans coming from Andy as his hips thrust even harder against Jesse’s mouth and he knew it was close. His hands stopped trying to keep Andy’s hip away and now they pulled at the hot flesh, forcing the shaking body to come in even closer and harder. His lips pressed harder against the steaming flesh of the pulsing cock and he finally got control over his surprised muscles, as they now let the huge pole down, to let it rest against his quivering throat. Jesse started to feel Andy rocking, and he held his buttocks in his two hands. His fingers digging deep into the hot flesh and the streams of sweat began to pour down the trembling body that was desperately trying to force its way into Jesse’s mouth. He held on, feeling the hot rivers of sweat passing thru his fingers, as he dug in deep, feeling the muscles contracting and unclenching with each hard solid thrust of the hips forwards. The pain in his jaw grew and the ache in his own groin started to become unbearable as he felt Andy’s balls striking at his chin. There was no holding back, as Andy’s body was no longer in his control or in Jesse’s. He felt like he was on fire and that only by crawling into Jesse’s mouth could he hope to extinguish the burning fire that seemed to be consuming his flesh.	Shit he’s gonna make me puke, damn it, oh fuck I can’t stop him, shit it feels good though, damn damn, it is big, fuck I can take bigger, I have taken bigger, shit how can I let his dick make me so fucking hot? I have had bigger, I can handle this, I know I can, I just need to relax, let it push down all it wants, fuck it does feel good though, shit I can feel that vein pulsing, Christ he must be pouring buckets of blood thru that thing, god it feels so hot, the way it is shaking, I can feel his heart beating, man what a trip, this is unreal, I should be paying him, fuck this is too much, damn my dick is hurting, I gotta hold on, I have to. SHIT SHIT SHIT, I have to, oh man his mouth, that tongue, fuck this is too hot, I am gonna cum, I know it, shit it hurts down there, fuck the feel of his teeth, man that is so, shit I can’t stop shaking, I feel like I am in the middle of an earthquake, fuck it is so unreal. Damn I have had bigger in my mouth, why the fuck is it hurting so much? Shit, he his really fucking my mouth, damn I thought he was a virgin boy, fuck he is good, the way his hips are moving, god he’d be a damn good fuck, maybe we can fuck, shit I wouldn’t mind pounding these cheeks of his, Christ they are so fucking soft, they feel so fucking good, oh man it is unreal, I gotta hold on, damn my dick is aching, shit he tastes so damn, fuck I never liked the taste before, but fuck his is so different, shit I hope I can handle his cum, fuck if it is like this, fuck.
The pain rose in his loins as his body continued to crash into the face of Jesse. Andy cried out constantly now as he was overtaken by his desire for Jesse. The raspy feel of Jesse’s tongue against the throbbing underside of his cock was too much and he felt the balls pressing up, the hot milk inside curdling and straining at him and as he opened his eyes for one split second, he saw the long bleached blond hair flowing under him, his hands digging into the soft shoulders and he reached down, one hand now grasping at the flowing strands of hair, wrapping his fingers amongst the flowing strands and he heard himself cry out, a loud shriek as his body bucked and twisted under the strain. His whole body felt like it was being shot out of a huge cannon. He lunged forward, almost toppling over Jesse’s body that was in front, his head past Jesse’s head and bent down, almost over him and he could see the firm white flesh of Jesse’s buttocks. The sight was too much as he cried out, his cock jerking hard and twisting from side to side deep in Jesse’s throat. The pains of his explosion making him ache and making his legs go numb from it. He struggled to stay standing, as his cock jerked inside of Jesse’s mouth, the hot cock head striking the sides as a raging torrent of hot milk came flooding out. The thick cream quickly filling the long throat and backing up along the still exploding cock.	Shit, this isn’t supposed to hurt like this is it? God, why does it hurt so much? Fuck, it hurts, but damn, oh god that is so unreal, his tongue man, of fuck I can’t stand this, I am going to cum, I know it, shit he’s going to hate me, I have to cum, it hurts too much, damn it hurts, why is that hurting? Christ so many things ache, damn my cock is aching, it hurts so much but fuck, his mouth, it is so damn hot, my dick is on fire. CHRIST HE FEELS GOOD! Damn it, I can’t hold on, oh shit his hair is so soft, so nice in my hands, god I can feel his head, it is so warm, he is licking me, oh shit, his tongue is fucking licking at my cock, it has to be his tongue, Christ I am falling, I can’t help it, fuck why did he have to lick my cock? I want to cum, oh god I can’t stop, my body, I can’t, oh shit I have to, not yet, no please, not yet, it feels so fucking good not yet, oh Christ I can’t stand up, shit. Holy fuck, my god, oh shit, look at those cheeks, fuck I want to touch them, oh god I want to feel them, he is so fucking hot, shit he’s licking my cock again, I can’t, oh god look at his ass, fuck what I wouldn’t give to be fucking that, to have my dick between them, oh shit, I can’t stop, NO NOT YET, NO NO, FUCK I CAN”T
The sudden rush of hot cum startled him and Jesse began to gag under the volume of milk that was filling his throat and mouth. A stream of sticky milk dribbled down the corner’s of his mouth and onto his chin as he tried to swallow it all, desperate now to hold onto the jerking cock that was banging hard against his throat, stretching his muscles to points they had never reached before. The pain was intense as he felt the sudden weight of Andy on him, and he could feel the legs twitching in a spasm that made his own body tremble with excitement. The touch of Andy’s body against his was almost too much and he could feel his own throbbing cock as it ached to release its own load of milk. He struggled hard to keep his own load inside as he coughed and gagged on the heavy stream of boy milk that was threatening to drown him in its wake. Jesse reached up, pulling his head back a little so that the shaking cock head no longer was wedged deep into his throat, allowing him to swallow faster and taste more of the flowing seed.	What the, shit, oh Christ he’s cumming already, damn oh man it is so much, shit I can’t stop it, I can’t… fuck it is so much, damn swallow fucking swallow for Christ’s sake, I can’t choke, not now, fuck he is spewing it out, god damn it, he didn’t warn me, fuck there is so much, shit swallow damn you Jesse, swallow it all, don’t let his cum get away, fuck it tastes so, shit I can’t, I have to, fuck, oh god he is still shooting, oh shit, swallow, come on you fucking body, swallow it all. Fuck he’s trying to climb inside my damn mouth, damn isn’t it enough that he’s drowning me with that sweet fucking jizz? God it tastes so damn good, I want more, oh shit, give me more, damn its dripping out, I can’t, fuck he has stuffed my mouth, I can’t even lick at the drops, shit he’s got a load. Fuck it is hot, it doesn’t taste funny, so fucking like milk, god it is good, shit, I can’t cum yet, damn it hurts, but man he is so hot.
Andy’s body couldn’t support itself and he collapsed on top of Jesse, pushing the smaller boy backwards, until they lay prone across the grassy enclave. His cock was still inside of Jesse’s mouth and he could feel his hips still slowly grinding inwards, still trying to force every inch of his throbbing aching penis into the willing mouth, even though every drop of his seed was finally buried deep into Jesse’s throat and stomach. His legs were still twitching in uncontrolled spasms and his breathing was laboured as he struggled to sit up, to pull his aching body up and out of Jesse’s mouth, to let Jesse breath. Andy finally managed to roll off, his cock shaking as it slowly began to soften, his balls shrinking as their heavy load was no longer, and his heart thundered in his ears as he tried to breath. His eyes stared upwards towards the heavens, a shiny glaze over them as he marvelled at the feelings that were still running through his entire body. Nothing had prepared him for this feeling and he still couldn’t believe how good he felt. Even the early night’s stars twinkling above him paled in comparison to the sparkle in his own eyes and the burning fire deep in his belly.	Oh Shit, the ground is coming up, I can’t stand, fuck my legs have gone, they have been cut off, where are my legs? Fuck, my cock is in his mouth, I am going to push it through his fucking mouth, oh shit, he is so soft, damn he is sweating like me, I can feel his body heaving, God I feel so good, this is unreal, how the hell, oh fuck I want him in me, damn it I don’t care what it takes, oh shit I have to get him to fuck me, please let him fuck me, I can’t, shit I can hear his heart beat, oh man it is beating so loudly, and for me, God Fuck me Jesse, FUCK ME DAMN It! I need you in me, oh shit, this is too much, I think I am going to faint, fuck, I can’t do that, shit, oh man it feels so damn good, oh fuck. Oh shit, I can’t believe this, he is so damn hot, he took it all, my God, he took all my cum, I can see it on his mouth, oh fuck look at how his chest is heaving, I think I satisfied him, god I hope I did, I really hope so, I want him so badly, I have to have pleased him, look at his chest heave, and that scent, shit I can almost cum again just from that scent of his body, oh shit I am so exhausted, Christ, this is unreal, I can’t believe it.

Andy “Jesse, fuck …”

Jesse “What? You okay? I mean, was it okay?”

Andy “Okay? Fuck I have never, oh shit, that was unreal”

Jesse “Cool, uh, you are pretty hot, uh, well I guess, uh, your turn if you want.”

Andy turned over and reached across to place his arm over Jesse’s chest. He could still feel the heart thumping beneath the shirt and he looked down at the still hard cock that Jesse was sporting, but he did notice that it wasn’t quite as hard as when he first undressed. HE could tell that Jesse was a bit tired and yet the desire inside of him was only more intense. It was like; well like the blowjob had only made him want more, made his body ache more instead of relieving the desire.

He turned back to stare into Jesse’s green eyes, and he could see the flash of pain before Jesse hid it away. His own heart wanted nothing more than to reach down and take hold of the semi soft cock and stuff it into his own mouth, to taste for himself someone else’ hot seed but the flash had made him rethink it all. His body did ache but he also could see that Jesse was aching too, but not for his body or to have his mouth on his dick.

A strange sadness seemed to fill him as he stared at Jesse, as if he could find the answer there, but he knew that he couldn’t. The night’s sky was darkening as he leaned on his elbow and ran his hand down the shaking body of Jesse. It felt so good to touch him, to just be able to run his hand down his small frame. The way his skin felt to his touch as he ran his hand down the stomach, to let it rest on the warm thigh, just next to the groin. He felt Jesse holding his breath as his hand moved down, and he turned back to look and once more he saw that flash, that brief glimpse of sadness that seemed to always be lurking just behind his face, just out of reach of his vision.

Andy “Jess?”

Jesse “Yeah?”

Andy “Do you mind this?”

Jesse “Huh? Mind what, you touching me? No, its okay, but, uh, well we shouldn’t be gone too long, or they’ll start to wonder what we are doing”

Andy “Huh? Oh, yeah I suppose, but no, I mean do you mind letting someone pay you for, uh, for…”

Jesse “Sex? That what you asking?”

Andy “Yeah, I guess, I mean I know it is none of my business, but, I mean, well do you?”

Jesse turned his own eyes towards Andy and stared at the solemn face. He looked deep into the eyes, the soft powder blue eyes glittered a little and as he gazed into them, he felt comfortable, at ease really which he never really felt around too many people. Kip made him feel that way even though he really didn’t know Kip that well. Now looking into Andy’s face, he felt the same sort of comfort, and to be honest, the soft gentle touch of Andy’s hand on his thigh felt just as good too.

Jesse “ I don’t know, I mean I never really thought about it much, it’s a way to make some good money, I mean the $50 from tonight should let Kip and I get enough groceries to last maybe the week, so you can’t really bitch about that, now can you?”

Andy “I suppose, but that kind of isn’t answering me, I mean if you could earn the $50 doing something, uh, well less personal, would you rather that? Or do you like doing this? I mean the sex and getting paid for it on top of that?”

Jesse “Nosey aren’t you? No, it’s okay, I don’t know, you trying to ask me in a round about way if we can do more business later on?”

Jesse reached down to put his hand on top of Andy’s. He held it still against the warm throb of his thigh and he more or less forced Andy to look up and into his own eyes. He wanted to know, to see for himself just what was it that Andy was driving at. He kept his own face non-committal, a hint of a smile on his face as he stared into the soft powder blue eyes, waiting for his answer.