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What Is and What Should Never Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Standing on a street corner several blocks from The Exeter, Tom shivered with cold, as a heavy rain soaked through his thin clothing. Lightning tore open the sky as loud claps of thunder sounded overhead. More than anything, he wished he were back inside the hotel, safe and warm, with Booker for company. He quickly pushed his self-pitying thoughts aside. If he were to survive on the streets alone, he needed to toughen up. He had to accept that he no longer had Booker to take care of him. His number one priority now was to make money. There was no reason why he could not stay on his own in one of the cheap hotels, he did not have to rough it on the streets at night. As much as he hated it, he was well aware that he had an advantage over most male prostitutes. He was young, slim and pretty. Not what most boys would want to be but in his current situation, it was almost a blessing. Now all he needed was for someone to notice him.
A familiar brown Datsun pulled up to the curb. Tom smiled. Good ol’ Reliable Robbie to the rescue, he thought. At least he knew what to expect from the man. There would be no nasty surprises waiting for him this time and maybe he could just lay back and try to enjoy the sex. He was desperate for someone to show him love. He needed someone to hold and caress him and tell him that everything would be all right. Robbie Werner was just the man to do all of that.
Avoiding the overflowing gutter, Tom leaned forward and opened the car door. Robbie greeted him with a smile. “Hop in out of the rain Tommy,” he invited cheerfully. “Let’s go someplace dry.”
Grateful to be out of the rain, Tom buckled up his seat belt and gave Werner his sweetest smile. “Whatever you say Robbie, it’ll be a hundred bucks.”
Robbie laughed pleasantly. “A hundred dollars! Last time it was seventy.”
“Yeah well,” Tom smiled back, “I’ve decided to give myself a pay rise.”
Looking Tom up and down, Robbie knew he would pay double to have the pretty, young boy in his bed again. Nodding his agreement, he drove to the same hotel he had taken Tom to previously. Paying for the room, he whispered something to the hotel clerk and taking his key, he escorted Tom up the stairs.
As Robbie unlocked the door, a feeling of déjà vu had Tom pausing in the doorway. A wave of nausea washed over him and closing his eyes, he steadied himself against the doorjamb. He felt Robbie’s arm around his shoulder and opening his eyes, he managed a weak smile. “Sorry, guess I’m a little hungry and it’s making me dizzy.”
Smiling sympathetically, Robbie took Tom’s hand and led him into an almost identical room to the one they had been in before. Pulling out his wallet, he handed Tom two, crisp fifty-dollar bills. Tom took them and shoved them in his pocket with a slight nod of thanks. Pulling off his bandanna, he threw it onto the floor and started to undress. Naked except for his boxers, he walked over to the bed but before he could lie down, Robbie laid a hand on his shoulder. “How about, before we get started, you take a shower, I’ll get your clothes dry and we’ll order a pizza,” Robbie suggested, as his gaze traveled the length of Tom’s body.
Tom’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why?” he asked warily, “I thought you just wanted to fuck me.”
Werner gave a reassuring smile. “I do, but as I am now paying forty percent more, I think that entitles me to a little extra time, don’t you?”
Giving it some thought, Tom could find no reason not to take Robbie at his word. “Okay,” he replied, “But I want pepperoni.”
Robbie smiled before answering in a low, enticing voice, “Fine, but I get to join you in the shower.”
Tom rubbed his hand nervously over his lips before nodding his agreement. He waited until Werner had dialed the local pizza bar and placed an order before walking into the bathroom. He heard the room door open and close as Robbie took his wet clothing down to the hotel clerk. He stood waiting until he heard Werner re-enter the room. Pushing has damp hair off his face; he slipped off his boxers and turned on the faucets just as a naked Robbie entered the bathroom. Blushing slightly, Tom stepped under the warm stream of water and waited for Robbie to join him. He jumped slightly when he felt Robbie’s hands on his hips. “Shh,” Werner whispered against Tom’s neck as he stood behind him, “You’re a good boy Tommy, a very good boy.” Rubbing his hands over Tommy’s bruised skin, Robbie’s tone became soothing, “I would never hurt you, you know that.”
Tom felt Robbie’s smooth hands travel down his chest to his stomach before making their way back up. He could feel the man’s erect cock pushing against him and for a moment, he forgot to breathe. He gasped when he felt a hand gently stroke his cock, bringing it to life. He braced his hands against the white tiled wall, as Robbie caressed, and tugged at his growing erection. His breath hitched as a finger entered his hole, followed by a second. Werner whispered in his ear, telling him to relax and enjoy it. Tom’s head hung down as the warm water cascaded over his body. As Robbie removed his probing fingers, Tom suddenly panicked. Looking quickly over his shoulder, he sighed in relief when he saw Robbie’s cock sheathed in a black condom. He turned his head back to the wall and closed his eyes. He could feel Robbie pushing against him, trying to gain access. He bit down on his lip as Werner’s cock thrust past his tight wall of muscle. Robbie groaned in pleasure when he felt himself finally enter Tom’s body. Bracing one arm against the wall, he rocked his hips forward and backwards, as his free hand tugged at Tom’s erection. Finding his rhythm, he increased his pace, gasping heavily as his arousal grew. Tom’s eyes flew open. “FUCK!” he cried out as Robbie’s cock slammed against his prostate. Robbie grunted loudly at Tom’s obvious enjoyment and his thrusting intensified. He tugged harder at Tommy’s cock and gained his reward when he heard a scream of pleasure and felt warm semen trickle through his fingers. Two thrusts later and he too reached orgasm. Shuddering with pleasure, he waited for his climax to diminish, before withdrawing from Tom’s body.
Pulling off his condom, Robbie threw it into the sink. Taking a brief moment to run his hands once again over Tom’s slender body, he sighed with satisfaction and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he quickly dried himself off before reaching over and turning off the faucets. “Come on,” he said to Tom softly, “Let’s get you dry.”
Tom stepped out of the shower and stood submissively as Robbie slowly rubbed a towel over his body. When he was dry, Werner wrapped the towel around Tom’s narrow waist and taking him by the hand, he led him back to the bedroom. Standing in the middle of the room, Tom wondered what he was supposed to do. He had no clothing and Robbie Werner had already had his way with him. He wondered how long between orgasms a man needed before he was able to get another erection. Looking at the bedside clock, he saw that forty-five minutes had already passed. He had no idea how long Werner expected him to stay. He figured once his clothing had dried and he had eaten his pizza he would be able to go. With a sigh, he sat on the bed and watched Robbie dress. His stomach grumbled with hunger and just as he was about to ask Robbie how long it would be until the pizza arrived, a loud knock on the door cut him off.
Strapping on his Rolex, Robbie walked to the door and opened it just a crack. Tommy could hear a whispered conversation and he immediately felt vulnerable. Looking quickly around the room, he picked up the bedside lamp in case he needed a weapon to defend himself. As the door opened, his fingers slid from the base and the lamp fell to the floor. “Booker?” he whispered, as Dennis entered the room. “What are you doing here?”
Tears pricked at Booker’s lids when he saw Tommy standing next to the bed, dressed only in a towel. Rushing forward, he threw his arms around his startled friend and gave him a tight squeeze. Pulling away, his face quickly darkened and he gave Tom a hard thump on the shoulder. “Why the fuck did you leave? You scared the hell out of me!”
Rubbing at his shoulder, Tommy lowered his gaze. “Sorry,” he muttered, “I thought you’d be better off without me.”
“Jesus Tommy!” Booker cried as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “We had a fight, that’s all. It’s what happens with friends sometimes. It doesn’t mean you run off into the night without saying goodbye. You sit down and talk about it. Understand?”
“Sorry,” Tom mumbled again.
Seeing his friend’s discomfort, Booker softened his tone. Placing a hand on Tom’s shoulder, he lifted Tom’s chin with the other. “Promise me you’ll never run off again. If you ever want to leave, tell me first okay?”
Tom’s eyes misted with tears and he nodded his head. He pulled Booker into a tight hug and both boys stood silently embracing for a full minute before Tommy gently disengaged. “How did you find me?” he asked, as a second knock on the door sounded.
“That would be because of me,” Robbie answered as he opened the door to the pizza deliveryman. After paying for the pizza, Werner closed the door and walked over to the bed. Putting down the box, he picked up his coat. “I’ll let Booker explain,” he continued, as he headed for the door. “Stay in the room for as long as you like, it’s paid for. Enjoy the pizza and Tommy… thank you for another pleasurable encounter. I look forward to next time.” Bowing slightly, he walked from the room.
Tommy and Booker stared at each other until Tom burst out laughing. His laughter was infectious and soon Booker was laughing too. Wiping tears from his eyes, Tommy grabbed a slice of pizza. “He’s a little weird, don’t you think?” he commented on Werner.
Booker smiled, “Yeah, but he treats us street kids okay, all things considered.”
Tom nodded as he gobbled down his second piece of pie. “So, tell me how you found me.”
Booker laid down his slice of pizza, his face becoming serious. “I was frantic; I had no idea where you’d gone. When I was walking down the street, Werner pulled over and asked me if I was available. I told him I was looking for you and he said he would keep a look out and if he found you, he’d take you to a hotel and get someone there to phone The Exeter. It just worked out that Morty took the call when I was standing right outside. He told me where you were and I came over.” Booker lowered his eyes and his voice went quiet. “I didn’t know that Robbie meant to… you know, otherwise I would have asked him not to.”
Tom shrugged as he continued to eat his food. “It doesn’t matter, I made a hundred bucks and…” he ducked his head shyly, “I kind of enjoyed it.”
“Kind of?” Booker teased as he saw Tom’s face reddening with embarrassment. “I’ve been with Reliable Robbie, I know how good it feels. “
A third knock at the door had the hotel clerk delivering Tom’s clothing. With the pizza now finished, Tom stood up and dressed. He felt Booker’s gaze upon him but he did not mind. His thoughts about sex were changing. It was not all about violence and rape. He was starting to see that there was a lot to take pleasure in, if you found the right person.
Watching Booker as he picked up the discarded lamp and placed it on the nightstand, Tom realized that Dennis might just be that person.
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