Category: (male/male)
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Danny:
Danny slipped quietly into the run down building in the hours before dawn. He yawned, grimacing as his tired jaw ached slightly from this night's workout. He stopped at the tiny filthy bathroom to wash as well as he could. It could not really be called a bathroom; it only had a toilet and a sink with a cracked mirror.
He rinsed his mouth to get the taste of his johns out before he went to the room he lived in. The door creaked slightly when he pushed it open and he knew that at least one pair of alert eyes watched him as he closed it and made his way to the pallet of old boxes and newspapers that was his bed.
He saw the body on the thin mattress beside his rise up on one elbow and a jerk of the head called him over. He reached into his bike shorts and pulled out a baggy with crumbled bills and a handful of condom packages in it. He sat down wearily and pulled out most of the money.
"Here, Carlos. I got enough, I think."
He whispered, counting it into the other boy's hand. Silently the money disappeared; folded and tucked away under the boy's body in a slit in the mattress. Danny started to turn away to crawl onto his meager bed, when a husky voice stopped him.
"Come here, Danny."
Carlos had said the words mildly, but Danny did not think of disobeying the order. Without even a sigh, Danny pulled off the t-shirt, shorts, and old running shoes that were his only clothing and slid on to the mattress.
Hands pushing on his shoulders told him what Carlos wanted. Obediently, he went down the other boy's body until his face was in the thick black hair covering the waiting crotch. Carlos rolled on to his side and pushed Danny's head down until his lips met the thick cock rising from the black bush.
Both were silent, aware of the four others sleeping in the one tiny room they shared, although at least half of them were probably stoned and wouldn't wake up if the earth came to an abrupt end.
Danny braced his hands against the big muscular thighs and opened his lips, sucking the broad cut head into his mouth. He eased slowly down until his nose was buried in Carlos' pubes and then began to work his tongue. Deep-throating this very familiar cock was no problem. Especially not after the cocks he had already sucked tonight.
Danny worked up and down the thick eight-inch shaft. Swirling the head with his tongue. Probing the slit, sucking tightly with his throat, before swallowing the big cock all the way down his well-used throat. Carlos' familiar taste and smell were wonderful after the strangers that had used him earlier. He could taste the brief saltiness of the precum and sucked harder.
Carlos began to breathe deeply. He did not allow himself to moan even as his hips began to tense and relax rhythmically. He held Danny's hair and shoved deeply into the hot mouth that sucked on him.
'Oh, Danny's mouth is good. I know why the johns are willing to pay for him.'
He pulled out and pushed himself in again. Danny's hands tightened briefly on his legs, but he ignored that faint protest. He began to slowly fuck the other's face, setting his own rhythm.
Danny forced himself not to gag on the deep invasion of his throat. Then he adjusted to the familiar pace and tried to reach every bit of the big cock with his tongue as it slid in and out of his mouth.
'At least it won't take Carlos long to cum. It seldom does.'
He ignored the ache of his tired jaw and raw throat knowing that it made no difference in what he had to do. He would not protest or even complain. Carlos protected him; made sure that he had the supplies he needed, and kept the rougher men away from him. In turn, he got to use Danny's mouth or ass whenever, however, he wanted.
Danny would have liked to feel his balls, or reach a finger or two up that tight ass, but Carlos wouldn't tolerate any of 'that fag stuff'. But he did let the younger boy jack off when he fucked his ass. Danny usually pretended that Carlos was the one with his hand on Danny's aching cock. It made him come quickly. But that wasn't likely tonight. Carlos was too close now to wait any longer.
Danny almost moaned in relief as Carlos pulled out of his mouth and shot his cum into a rag. Carlos knew Danny didn't let anyone come in his mouth, unless they were wearing a condom. Street whore he may be, but he knew enough to use whatever protection he could get.
"Go to bed now, Danny," the older boy whispered harshly, rolling on to his stomach and burying his head in his arms.
Danny was grateful that Carlos only took him when he hadn't had a girl in a while. It wasn't that he cared about being fucked or not, but it seemed weird to have his only friend acting like one of his customers. Wham, bam, don't even bother with the thank you. He liked Carlos better when they weren't having sex.
Carlos' preferences ran towards big tits and a soft, full ass, neither of which the 5'9", slim teenager possessed. When the bigger boy did fuck Danny, it was quietly and as quickly as he could get off. Danny wouldn't have minded if Carlos had wanted to hold him or show him more affection, but Carlos did not seem to want to.
Without a word, Danny curled up on his bare bed and pulled the thin ragged blanket over his tired body, instantly falling asleep. He had no problem sleeping fitfully until late afternoon.
Carlos looked at the sleeping boy for a moment. Danny looked so young when sleep erased his habitual wariness. Certainly not the eighteen he knew he was.
Carlos frowned; there were dark circles under the kid's eyes, and the skin of his face was pale and drawn by exhaustion and not enough of the right food. Danny's curly dark hair framed his narrow face and the faint freckles stood out on the pale skin. His thick dark lashes were tightly closed over eyes that Carlos knew were a clear crystal gray rimmed with a dark band, the contrast striking. A tiny gold hoop pierced one earlobe.
They had been together for two years now. He had been just nineteen himself at the time. He remembered the frightened and defiant kid trying to escape from the toughs at the shelter. Something about the kid had made the burly, six-foot-two young man step in and break it up.
"Nothin's free, kid. How're you gonna pay me back? Even the dump I got costs and I got to make the payments to the boss."
He had asked the question roughly after thoroughly discouraging the would be rapists. Soft didn't make it on the streets.
"What do you want?" the wary question had come back.
"We split the costs with the others. You pay your share."
The kid had looked away for a moment, dejection sagging his shoulders.
"I don't get to keep much of what I get. They find me and take it away after the johns pay up. Usually they leave me just enough for something to eat and enough rubbers to get another trick or two." He flushed as he mumbled the explanation.
Carlos snorted. "I'll stop that, but you owe me. I'll collect when and where I want. You understand?"
The boy looked at the muscular young stud in front of him appraisingly. He knew that he scrounged what work he could get as an enforcer for some of the men that ran the streets around here. If Carlos said he would protect him, it was worth spreading his ass open or sucking him for it. It was nothing the boy wasn't doing on the streets with his johns anyway. He shrugged.
"Okay. You gonna pimp me?" he asked submissively.
Carlos grimaced and shook his head. "No. I don't care how you get the money. Just don't be late. Bossman gets ugly when he ain't paid on time."
Danny had nodded and quietly followed the bigger man out of the shelter to the rundown room they now shared with four others. All of them street kids.
All of them, except Carlos and Danny, doing what they could for the drugs they took. Carlos didn't like drugs. He was proud of his hard young body and worked out with whatever he could lay hands on.
He refused to let Danny start the drugs either. Danny was secretly relieved that he had the excuse to refuse the offers he ran into all the time. 'Carlos would beat my ass,' was an excuse readily accepted on the street where they lived. Few people messed with Carlos more than once. Not unless there were more of them, or they were more powerful.
Carlos knelt down by the young man and shook him awake with one quick shove of his hand. Danny lurched up and out of reach before he woke up fully. Even after two fairly safe years, the old habits never quite died. Or you did. He recognized Carlos and relaxed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
Carlos felt bad about how he had treated the younger man last night. 'It's not Danny's fault that I hate the smell of other men on him. I don't like the reminder that he's spent the night whoring.' It was hard to wash thoroughly in the cold water in the small sink that was all they had. But he couldn't tell that to Danny, so he shoved the sack of food he had brought at the boy he secretly thought of as his only friend. At least they had paid up so Danny wouldn't have to go out again for a few days.
Danny smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Carlos."
He enjoyed the big chunk of homemade bread with real cheese mashed in it. There was even an apple, only slightly bruised. He made short work of the food, then looked up at the young man sitting beside him, watching him eat.
Neither was embarrassed by Danny's nakedness and the other roomies were out somewhere doing whatever they did during the day to survive.
"Where'd you get the fresh bread?" Danny asked as he licked the last crumbs from his fingers.
"Mack had a job for me this morning. Some punks trying to move in on one of his bakeries. They won't be back too soon. Baker was grateful and gave me the whole loaf when they left so quickly. Bossman said to come on up to his place tonight. He wants to talk to me about something."
Danny frowned. He did not like the way Mack eyed him the few times he had seen the man on the streets. "Carlos, you be careful, hear?" he said abruptly.
The big man laughed lightly. "Always am. You know that, Danny-boy. Anyway, Bobby's back and I'm headed to the gym. Want to come with me?"
Bobby was one of Mack's other enforcers. His brother owned a small local gym and let him bring some guests occasionally.
Danny grinned enthusiastically and grabbed for his shorts.
"Yeah!"
He stuffed a clean set of clothes into an old backpack. There would be a hot shower at the gym. They headed out the door, enjoying the warm afternoon. The occasional visits to the gym were a rare and treasured treat. For a little while, Danny could forget what he was, and what he did to survive.
The same things he had been doing on the streets for the past two years since his Ma had gotten a new boy friend. That man had decided that one man in the house was enough and the sixteen year old had found himself on the streets with no where to go back to. And no real desire to do so even if he could have. So far he hadn't returned even once. 'Wonder if Ma's even noticed I'm not there? Bet not, except when she needs more money.'
He had been running wild for several years anyway. Ma didn't care. As long as someone would supply her with the white powder, and other things, she craved she would do anything. She had started selling him when he was twelve to support her habit. At least now he got to choose his own johns. And with Carlos looking out for him, they had enough money to have a place to crash that was fairly safe. As far as safe ever went.
Eyes watched the two young men as they worked out. Carlos was built. He had the straight black hair, black eyes, and tanned skin of his Hispanic heritage. Despite his enthusiasm for the weights, he also enjoyed martial arts and had the speed and flexibility that many big lifters did not.
Danny was smaller, but slim and fast. He did not have the sheer bulk of his friend, but the decent muscles he did have were very well defined. He loved to run when he got a chance and would probably spend the rest of the afternoon jogging in the park, if he could.
The boys were a handsome pair as they laughed and joked during their afternoon. There was no sexuality in their touches; they knew each other's bodies too well to get distracted by that with the weights and other gym toys to play with. They could fuck anytime. Now it was time to work out.
But the watcher knew that Danny was a street whore, and that Carlos undoubtedly got some of that pretty ass when he wanted it. They were too familiar with the other's bodies to not be intimate. That was good. This pair would work.
A report went out. Word came back. 'Bring them in.'
Bobby frowned, then shrugged, when he got the message. It was a shame. He liked Carlos, the guy had potential, but orders were orders. The boss wanted something else. He straightened and walked over to the pair dressing after their showers.
"Hey, Carlos. Mack wants you up at his place. Got something for you."
Carlos looked up with a grin. "Yeah? Great."
Bobby studied the kid with Carlos. 'Good looking. Word on the street said he was good with a cock, either way, sucking or fucking. Also, I hear he can take it rough.' The kid looked wary, he caught Bobby's appraisal quickly. 'Hope he doesn't cause Carlos any trouble. If he does, he won't need to be wary any more. He'll either be in a bag, or drugged and sold to a crib. Mack doesn't tolerate defiance. None of my business, though.'
Carlos turned to Danny. "Let's go. I got to get over there. I'll drop you off first, but we got to run."
Danny frowned and started to tell him, "I'll be okay. You go see what he wants."
Bobby interrupted, "Just go with him. Mack's over at the Lightning. You can wait in the bar. I'm headed there also."
Danny shrugged. He could wait a little while for his jog. They had paid Mack the rent this morning so he didn't have to go out on the streets tonight.
Carlos grinned. "Vamanos!"
The Lightning was a smoky hole in the wall bar where Mack generally worked out of a back room. Even though it was early, there was still a scattering of people already drinking. Lots of stuff went down there, both in the front and in the guarded rooms in the back.
Danny glanced around, but did not bother to appraise the customers. He never tricked out of Mack's bars. Too dangerous. Mack liked to control everything in his territory. Danny was content with his arrangement with Carlos and had no desire to let any of Mack's pimps get their hands on him. At least he got to choose his own johns now; they wouldn't be nearly so picky.
He sat on the bench just past the guarded door in the tiny waiting room and waited for Carlos. Carlos came bouncing out in a few minutes, smiling. The man that made Danny so nervous followed him.
Mack nodded at Carlos. "Go get started."
The big young man headed for the door, stopping outside to exchange a word with Bobby. Danny got up to follow Carlos out. Mack eyed Danny appraisingly and met his eyes with a knowing look, then stopped him with a word.
"Danny. Be back here at eight."
Danny did not let his face react, just nodded slowly.
"Yes sir."
The reluctance he felt did not show in his face or voice. But once he was out of the bar, his shoulders slumped slightly and he was silent on the way back to the apartment. Carlos did not notice. He was excited, but his normal alertness focused away from them, out on to the street. He left to do whatever it was Mack had told him to, and Danny went to the park to try and run off some of his worry.
After a quick wash, he lay on his pallet and waited until it was time for him to leave. He had not told Carlos where he was going. It would make him nervous and Danny did not want to distract his enthusiasm for his new job. Carlos would be gone for the rest of the weekend.
Danny wondered what Mack had for him, but did not waste what was left of his afternoon worrying about what he couldn't change. He'd find out soon enough.
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Mike.
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