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Preview Gayfiction Novel: » Rent Boy © «
Billy's voice
trailed off as he recited the rules of the street, telling Josh about how
your best bet was to find a small group to hang with, to make part of your
family and how without that gang, you stood no chance of surviving for
long. You had no one to watch your back or keep you safe while you slept.
Slowly he just stopped talking.
Josh listened to the voice, the soft flat voice as horror after
horror was told to him. He shrank back into the old seat, and his mind
reeled to the descriptions of life alone and on the street. He was scared
as more and more of life on the streets was detailed graphically to him.
He looked at Billy, looked at someone who looked so confident, so
secure, so proud, and yet now he could see that it wasn't that way. He saw
the small outline near the right eyebrow, a scar from some broken bottle?
Before when he looked at Billy, his strong chest and muscular legs
and thought how nice they were; now he wondered if the shirt hid other
scars or worse. Instead of dreaming what it would be like to see him
naked, he wondered if his legs hid other secrets. Josh thought of that
firm ass, and now he wondered just how many old men had pawed at it, or
poked it or touched it. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his heart ached,
not from the stories, but for Billy.
The silence was deafening to Billy. He stared ahead as he drove on,
small tiny flakes of snow were starting to fall and he concentrated on his
driving. He heard a small sniffling sound every now and then, and knew his
monologue had hit some hard spots. He wanted it that way, maybe Josh would
be one who would not get eaten alive by the streets.
Josh's heart was in pain. He didn't know Billy, and yet he felt
like he should. He was attracted to him and his thoughts weren't of just
having sex, but of being with him. There was a difference in his mind. He
knew it was most likely puppy love or some type of infatuation, but this
guy had picked him up, fed him, and now tried to warn him off of taking a
hard road in life. He also felt admiration for Billy. He had survived
those horrors, and it didn't look like it had scarred him too badly. "You
okay Josh?" he asked softly. "I
didn't mean to upset you, but you look like a nice enough guy, just
thought you should know, that's all, come on, you all right?" "I
am okay," he replied. "I
didn't mean to cry, it is just that, well, you seemed so hurt and all, and
I, well I don't know how to comfort you. I sort of, well, feel so
helpless, how....” “I
guess I am just not used to this," he finished lamely.
Billy's head spun as the words came quietly from the far corner. He
was crying for me? No one cried for him, not for a long time, if ever. His
hardened heart started to ache and he glanced quickly over at Josh, saw
the innocence in the blue eyes, the concern written all over his fresh
young face. He was telling the truth, as unbelievable as that seemed.
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