As I sat across from Cody in the restaurant, I thought about Grange and Arnold. Grange because I still got hard when he was on my mind, and Arnold to remind me why Cody would never be the man of my dreams. It wasn't like there was this intense attraction. Cody hardly registered on my passion meter, but he wasn't like anyone I'd known, and this made me curious.

The contradictions that came with Cody could fill a book. He was cocky and arrogant. He thought too much of himself. He gave away way too much way too easily. In some ways it was worse than Grange, except I'd been all the way there and back with Grange, and all I'd done with Cody was watch him feed what he had to a hungry hungry man.

Now he fed a line to the waitress who took his unimaginative order.

"Sweet thing, you are so hot tonight. What's that perfume anyway?" Cody asked, smelling the air like she was a rose.

"Passion Peeks," she said. "Same as last time. You going to eat or just here to look at my tits?"

She gave back as good as she got.

"Sounds like a combination I'd love to love," Cody said, his hand moving onto her hip. "Burger, extra onion, extra pickle, fries, Coke. Same for my partner, love."

"You can't afford to feed me," I reminded him, leaning toward him like she wasn't there.

"You forget I just scored," he said, waving the two twenties he took from his shirt pocket. "Fucker bit me."

"You didn't seem to mind much," I said.

"Something to do. Takes the edge off if haven't gotten off yet."

"So, double the order or just for you, love," the waitress asked curtly, after Cody and I chatted.

"Double," he said, stretching the word and staring at her well developed chest. "I bet I could make you feel like a million bucks, baby."

"Can't afford it, sweet thing. My boyfriend frowns on me doing anything without him."

"Hey, I'm easy. He bi or anything?"

"Anything would be my guess, but there is the one difficulty. He don't do children either."

"Children?" Cody objected strongly. "I got a child that'll turn you every way but loose."

"What, you sixteen, sweetheart? That kind of talk might work with Margy open crotch, but I'm old enough to be your mama. You grow up a little and you'll probably be fine."

"Grow up?" Cody complained. "You want to see grown up, honey?"

Cody lifted his hips and his erection could be plainly seen in his pants. I was impressed he could shoot a load and get it back up ten minutes later. Or was it still up?

In any event, she wasn't biting on his bait.

"Child's play, sweet thing. You don't talk like that if you want to bed a woman of my quality and experience. It would make a nice snack, but my boyfriend has a man sized meal and he knows what to do with it."

"I'll show you what to do," Cody said, perplexed at being treated like an impertinent boy.

"Yes, that's a hamburger, fries, and Coke times two. Be right back with your happy meal, sweet thing."

The waitress swung around and disappeared, leaving Cody's hand in mid-air. He didn't take rejection well.

"She doesn't know what she's missing," he said.

"You always hard?" I asked, still working on the condition of his cock.

"This time of night? Yeah. I might get lucky or make another score. Got to be able to back it up. Arnold was just the warm up for a Friday night."

"This is what you do? I mean get picked up? Let guys…?"

"You writing a book? I'm a businessman. The street is my office."

"I'm new down here. I'm not used to seeing someone who is all about sex. Don't you do anything else?" I spoke softly but felt like everyone knew what we were talking about.

He shrugged, folded his hands in front of him, and looked to where our waitress disappeared.

"You think she'd fuck me?"

"She's got a boyfriend," I reminded him.

"I'll fuck him too. She's got good tits. Don't you think her tits are great?"

"They're just fine, Cody, but it isn't all I have to think about," I said.

"You're gay?"

"What?" I objected with no reason.

"No offense. You're a stud and all, but most guys want to talk about tits. If you want people to think you're straight, you got to talk tits."

"I don't find the conversation all that interesting," I said.

"So you're gay?"

"So you just let a guy suck your dick. Does that make you gay?"

"No, it makes me a businessman. I'm serious here. That's business. You got to find a way to survive and I happen to be good at that," he said, no longer looking for her as he talked to me.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"How old do you think I am?"

"She says sixteen. I got to figure seventeen or eighteen."

"Yeah, I'm eighteen."

He let me pick the best number and that's what he agreed to. He could be sixteen. I wasn't much good with guys ages. I knew my buds and we were all twenty and he was younger than I was by a couple of years at least. He looked young.

He was bold as brass and just a kid. I wondered how someone got that way. I'd probably have liked him if he was a little more mature and not so mouthy. He wasn't hard to look at.

The burgers came and we ate. The burger wasn't bad. The fries were greasy and the Coke was Coke. He made short work of his burger and ate his fries one at a time. I pushed my plate of fries toward him once he was done with his. He held up his hand to say no thank you, and I finished them.

He plopped down a twenty. It was five bucks a piece, plus tax, and he put two bucks down for a tip on top of about fifty cents in change in the bottom of the plastic plate she'd brought with the bills.

"See yeah, sweet thing," Cody said, as we headed back out.

"Look me up in about five years," she said, checking out his butt as he passed in front of me.

There was a lot I didn't know. The sexual tension between people was weird. My suburban ideas obviously didn't apply to the city. I looked at Cody's butt and saw a pretty tight pair of slacks pulled tightly over it.

He stopped at one door after another, dancing out of some, doing turns as he backed away, with bouncers charging to make sure he didn't get inside by mistake. In other doors were husky friendly men who joked with him and they laughed and told him he had a few years left to go.

I followed along to watch the street performances, and some of the bouncers talked to me, and most were friendly after kidding Cody. They may not have known him but it was obvious they were familiar with him. Their jobs depended on keeping the under-age out and some took their job way more seriously than others.

We went back to the arcade and played his favorite game. I contemplated breaking away to look for someone a bit more appropriate for me. Cody was cool, even fun, if not funny, but I wanted to get something done to solve the situation between my legs. I knew what I wanted but not where to find it.

We left the arcade and he twirled and whirled his way past a couple of open doors, always the fast talking bold as brass boy, not giving up on getting in to see some tit or maybe even more, until the bouncers turn him back.

I knew I couldn't get in the front doors. I'd tried and failed and the closest I'd come was getting into the book store where Cody did his business. The only reason I got in there was because I was with Cody.

"Hey, come on. I'll show you where I live in case you come back and need to see me," he said, turning in another circle as he directed me into an alley.

"Cody, I think I'm going to…."

"Hey, you little prick," a voice from behind me said, and three guys at least my size caught us before we could avoid them. "Where do you think you're going," the meanest looking one said.

"I thought I'd go fuck your mother," Cody said, unrepentant, as a fist closed his mouth and knocked him on his ass.

"Wait a minute," I said, grabbing the guys arm before he could take another swing at the kid.

The next thing I knew I was either falling down or trying to pick myself up. I wasn't clear on which and the lights seemed to be clicking on and off in my head. As I focused on the first guy, his dick was out of his pants and he was trying to force Cody to suck him off as the two others stood close.

"What the fuck you think you're doing," someone said at the end of the alley.

My eyes settled on one of the bouncers that Cody had been teasing or who had been teasing him. I didn't remember which. He was passing me and fur was flying before I could make heads or tails of it all.

I did see three guys heading out of the other end of the alley as the bouncer, unperturbed, picked Cody up.

"You okay, kid?" the bouncer asked me, helping me up.

"I'm not sure. Is Cody okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he'll survive. Come on you two. I'll let you in the back and you can clean yourselves up. Cody, how many times I told you to stay out of these damn alleys. You're going to wake up dead one morning and I'm not going to be around to help you."

One of the guys big beefy hands was on my neck and the other was on Cody's as he walked us to a door down the alley. He knocked twice and someone let us in. The bouncer took us to the employee bathroom and said he'd wait outside.

Cody's eye was swollen, he had dirt on the side of his face and a small scrape near his temple. We washed our faces and went back outside.

"I'm Lester," the bouncer said, shaking my hand. "You okay?"

"My jaw's sore," I said. "What hit me?"

"I saw those guys following you two. Lucky I went to take a look see. You know them, Cody?"

"Nah, I might have said something wise to the ugly one once," he said without seeming to have a clear picture.

I knew how he felt.

"You say something wise to everyone. You're playing with fire and one day someone's going to shank you and leave you for dead, you know," Lester explained.

"Yeah, I know," Cody said, like he knew but wasn't really paying any attention.

"If I hustled you guys a beer, would you sit back here like nice little boys and drink it?"

"Hey, yeah, Lester, you de man," Cody said loudly.

"Cody!" Lester interrupted.

"Sorry. That would be nice of you, Lester. I'd love a beer."

"That's better. You drink?" he asked me.

"Does a bear shit in the woods," Cody said.

"Cody!"

"Sorry."

"You sure you want to hang around this kid? He's destined for an early grave."

"Well, he was cool until I got blindsided."

Lester was cool. I'd never known a bouncer before. He seemed sincerely concerned for Cody. I was with Cody so I got into the back of the club and got a beer for my trouble. It was something.

I learned that Lester's brother was gay and Lester gave him a hard time about it. He'd been in the marines and came home a bad ass dude. Having a gay brother wasn't anything he was willing to accept, and he gave him a hard time.

His brother committed suicide and now Lester was a bouncer who worked on a hotline to help gay teens. He did what he could for homeless street kids, hoping to ease his own guilt and pain that came from losing his brother.

He kept his eye out for any young kids on his block and he did what he could for them. It was what he did for his own peace of mind. He'd seen Cody and me going into the alley and he'd seen the guys following us. He called for someone else to watch the door and saved us from no more than facial bruises and bruised pride.

I knew I could take care of myself, but not when the danger came out of the blue. Downtown was a no man's land. There were no rules and expecting the unexpected was smart.

Lester stood near and watched us down our beers. No one else came near us and it was our secret.

"Okay, you two got to go. My relief is going to be getting antsy on the front door. You got a place to go, Cody?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm cool. I'm still over Lloyd's," Cody said in his cocky way. "But thanks for asking,"

"You got any trouble on my block, you come to Lester, you hear?" Lester hollered as he watched us walk until we reached the end of the alley.

"You cool?" Cody asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

"Let's go to my place. I wanted to show you where I live."

It wasn't what I thought I wanted to do but being horny had definitely taken a blow, and not the kind that would do me any good. Getting off the street for a few minutes would work.

As we came out of the alley, Cody turned right and seemed to want to find out how fast I could move. Three quarters of the way down the block he walked out into traffic. Horns blew. He flipped the finger at the honkers. I dodged between the next two cars and followed him into a tattoo parlor.

"Lloyd's Tattoos" blinked a red neon sign.

Just inside the door was a short hallway with the tattoo parlor to the right and a flight of stairs on the left.

"Hey, cowboy, your new husband?" a man said, cigarette bouncing in his mouth as he worked on a ladies calf.

"No, Lloyd, this is my father. Dad, Lloyd."

"You had a call from Madras. Can't make tomorrow."

"Thanks," Cody said from the top of the stairs. "Any mail?"

"No mail. Hey, don't mind me, I'm just the landlord," Lloyd said as I started up the stairs behind Cody.

It was no more than a room with a small fridge, hot plate, and a coffee maker. There were beads separating the bathroom from the bed and more beads up in front of the kitchen type area. There was an upholstered chair with an old fashion pattern on it. A folding chair up against the wall.

"Sit down. Want a soda?" he said, looking into the small fridge. "I got a half a Coke or a half a ginger ale. I got a bottle of liquor in the cabinet, but that stuff's deadly. I got plenty of water if you're thirsty."

"No, I'm fine," I decided.

He drained what must have been the Coke and went into the bathroom. The room was cleaner than I expected and the decorations were old but not offensive or cluttered.

"Lloyd live up here with you?" I asked, checking before I got too comfortable.

"Heavens no. Lloyd is married and has five kids. His mother owned the parlor and used to live up here. I rent it because he trusts me and doesn't worry about his stuff. This way someone is here at night in case someone breaks in."

"Oh, cool, and you subdue them until the cops come?"

"Something like that. His mother had an alarm system installed. There's a button near the head of the bead. One push and it rings at the police station around the corner. She was well thought of, Lloyd says."

"She's dead?"

"Yeah, some time now. Lloyd learned the trade and took up where she left off when she was too sick to work."

Cody came out of the bathroom with his shirt off. He was thinner than I thought. His skin was smooth with two tan nipples a little large for his frame. His waist was way small but except for the underdeveloped chest, he wasn't all that small.

He dusted on some deodorant and put a dash of cologne on as I sat in the chair.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Kansas. Newton. Where you from?"

"Colorado. Aurora."

"You're like a local? What are you doing down here?"

"Just a place to go, I guess," I said.

"Yeah, a place to go if your dick is hard and you got no where to put it."

"Why do you talk like that?" I asked, wondering why I wanted to know.

"Like what? Oh, tell the truth? It's my nature. Calls 'em as I sees 'em. Want to stay here tonight?"

"I got to get home. My parents might notice if I didn't come in."

"Your parents? How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty," I said. "How old are you?"

"Six… Eighteen."

"Sixteen. What the hell are you doing on the street in Denver?"

"I'm not on the street. I'm in my room and I'm scared because of what happened tonight. Please stay with me so I'm not alone."

"What about Lloyd?"

"Oh, Lloyd don't work nights. He'll be gone as soon as he gives his new squeeze what she wants."

"I thought you said he was married?"

"Yeah, what's that got to do with anything?"

"I don't know. I thought being married meant you were with someone. Being with someone means you aren't with someone else. I thought so anyway."

"You sure you're twenty?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here?"

"You going to stay with me tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll stay. I get up early to play rugby on the weekends. My parents are usually still in bed when I leave. They won't know if I came in or not."

"Rugby? That explains the bod," Cody said, looking at me a little differently than he had before. "You do know you're hot?"

"Not really. Why aren't you home in school?"

"No home. I hit the road last year."

"You're living on your own?"

"You could say that. Lloyd looks after me. Guys like Lester don't let me get in too much trouble. I'm a street kid with a room."

"Why aren't you at home?" I asked, even more curious.

"They were offended by me. I wasn't what they signed up for."

"How did they know?"

"I was in love with my best friend. He wasn't a she. My father came home early from work one day. Gary and I were up to about 52, moving fast to complete our 69, but Dad popped in to see what we were up to."

"You're gay?"

"You didn't tell me when I asked you."

"Gary sounds like a boy. Being thrown out sounds like gay."

"I knew when I was nine," Cody said, leaning back on the bed. "I hadn't done much until Gary decided he'd let me blow him. Once he knew I'd blow him he blew me."

"I knew when I was seven. I've never done anything about it, and I'm 20. That's not to say I haven't been trying lately."

"Have you ever come to the right place," he said, feeling the bulge that had grown back up in his pants. "I'm horny all the time now that I've developed a clientele. Got to be ready when duty calls."

"You're jail bait. You're going to get someone locked up. That guy at the bookstore had to be 50. You shouldn't be doing that."

"Yeah, right. Where were you born? I got a full belly and twenty-five, no twenty-six dollars. I can do that a lot," he bragged, looking at the money he took from the pocket of the shirt he had laid on his bed.

"I thought parents had to take care of their kids until they are eighteen. Isn't it some kind of a law?"

"My parents are Christian. Laws don't matter when God tells you to hate your kid if you know what's good for you."

"Bogus!" I said. "Isn't there somewhere that takes in kids with no home?" I asked, wanting to solve his problem.

"You got two options. Go into the system, where the rest of the rejects are, and your odds of surviving with your original asshole are slim, or you open your own business and at least get paid for giving it up."

"If I had a place of my own I'd take you in," I said, thinking of the dangers I'd heard about on the streets.

"If you had a place of your own, I'd go there. Most men aren't going to take me in because of the jail bait thing. One neighbor questions where the cocky young lad came from or why I ain't in school. Busted big time!"

"I could get busted if I took you in. I never thought of that. Maybe the government is the best idea," I calculated from my own experience.

"That's your story. I've known guys in the system. Jail is a step up. In jail you got some rights. In a home you got the right to sit down and shut up. Complain about bigger boys taking what they want off your fine young ass…, well, you learn to adapt, and one day you're eighteen."

"That's bogus," I said, feeling like I was repeating myself.

"You want to fuck me?" Cody asked.

"No, you're a kid."

"You will stay and sleep with me? Keep me safe?"

"I told you I would. The other stuff is out. I've got a headache and I've never been to jail and want to keep it that way."

"You've already said no. You don't need to have a headache too. That's overkill."

"That guy smacked me in the head. I've got a headache."

"Want me to rub your temples? It helps," Cody said seductively.

"Don't you ever give it up?"

"Don't you know how hot you are?"

"Not really. You've got a line you use on everyone," I calculated.

"You think I tell Arnold he makes me hot? Pleeease!"

"I'd hurt you," I said.

"Now we're talking," Cody said.

"Why don't you quit?" I asked. "You seem like a half way intelligent guy. You aren't bad looking. You need to do something besides sell your ass. You could make something of yourself."

"Yeah, but you got to survive to be old enough to make something of yourself. One cop looks at me the wrong way, I'm history. I don't think beyond my next hamburger. I'm tired. You want to get some sleep?"

"Yeah, I'm worn out. I'm usually just getting fired up but I don't have any energy tonight," I said, taking off my shoes and socks and puling off my shirt.

"Damn!" Cody said, leaning on one side with his face propped up on one hand as he watched me strip down. "You're a fucking God."

"Cody!" I said, trying Lester's approach.

"Let's see it all. I sleep naked. If we ain't doing nothing at least give me a look at what I'm missing.

I hesitated before dropping my underwear to my ankles. It wasn't a good move, because as quick as my cock hit the air it began to stiffen.

My expectant evening had never gotten beyond reaching the place where I might find some relief. The evening was not reaching a satisfactory ending. Jerking off was out of the question, and now I was hard.

"You're a fucking stud," Cody said. "You want to do a movie? I got a guy that'll give you a pretty penny if he can film you stuffing that Kielbasa up my butt."

"I'm putting my underwear back on if you don't promise to be good," I said in stern words.

"I'm good. I'm very good and we'd be great together," he answered. "Okay, I'll respect you."

Cody kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, dropping his pants. He was hard again but it looked different with his balls hanging down and the pubic hair decorating the well developed dick. He hardly had a hair on him, which simply reminded me he was young.

He turned down the bed.

"Changed the sheets this morning," he informed me.

"How many times have you been in them today?"

"That's not funny. I don't bring guys up here. A guy like me can't let his tricks know where he lives. I'd never have any peace and quiet."

"You need to be less outrageous when you're on your way home. Someone is going to figure out where you live without a lot of trouble," I advised him.

"You think so? Maybe. That's not me, you know?" he said, sounding somewhat more subdued.

"What is it?"

"My street face. You got to have a street face. You really don't know much about being downtown. Do you give everyone your real name?"

"I don't intend to, but yeah, I usually tell them I'm Clete before I can remember to make up a story. I've never lied before. I mean, I deceived all my horny young buds to get to see them jerk off, but that was necessary. We were buds and me not being part of it would have made me more suspect."

"The old fashion circle jerk. How quaint. Sorry, I didn't mean that. Were they all hunks like you?"

"One was a regular athlete. Most of them are regular guys I've known forever."

"I'm going to turn out the light, so you want to get in?"

I slid onto the cool sheets and it felt great getting off my feet. The room went dark and Cody slid in the bed beside me. We each lie on our back with our heads on a pillow. I listened to him breath.

"Would you hold me? I need to be held tonight. I'm still shaking from that deal in the alley."

"No funny stuff," I said, rolling toward him, as he ended up in my arms with his back to me.

"Nothing funny about that thing," Cody said softly, pressing his ass tightly up against my erection.

He was smooth as silk and he wrapped his arms over top of mine. In no time at all he shifted ever so slightly so my erection slipped into his ass crack and it held me in a warm comfortable embrace.

My cock pulsed against the soft touch of his skin. It was a nice embrace.

"Fuck me," he said so softly I could hardly hear.

"Cody!" I said.

"Shhh! I'm sleeping. God you're big."

"Cody."

"Go to sleep," he told me, kissing the back of my hands as I kept him safe in my arms.

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May 4, 2010

Goodnight Lynn Redgrave.

If you've never seen "Gods & Monsters" do yourself a favor. The Brendan Fraser near nudity is worth the look see, but Ian McKellen and Lynn Redgrave make it an event.

Strong gay content. Peace and love
Rick Beck


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