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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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Autumn gradually turned into winter and soliciting on the streets became an uncomfortable and slightly less profitable profession. Tom had a standing twice-weekly appointment with Robbie Werner but the remainder of the time the boys spent on the street corners, patiently waiting for a proposition. Crouching in a freezing alleyway giving a client a blowjob whilst the wind howled around him and the cold rain soaked through his clothing, made Tom even more miserable than he usually felt after being mouth-fucked by a stranger. He almost preferred going to a hotel so a john could fuck his body until it hurt; at least it was warm and he could usually shower afterwards.
Booker coped better mentally than Tom, but he too hated the severity of the wintry weather. He had several regulars that were not too demanding but to make ends meet he also had to service several men who liked to use their fists as well as their dicks. During the warmer months, he could afford to be choosy but once the weather turned, it became harder to find customers, as most men did not casually wander the streets looking for vulnerable runaways to prey upon. The bruising on Booker’s face became an almost permanent tattoo of the abuse he endured just so he and Tommy could keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. Booker was pleased that Tommy had a regular in Reliable Robbie. It helped to spare the teenager from the violence of the streets. But there were no guarantees on the harsh city streets and Tom often came home sporting a black eye or a bloody nose from an overzealous john who thought it fun to beat up a fifteen-year-old.
Once safely locked in their room at The Exeter, both boys found gratification in watching each other shower. It had become an almost daily ritual, a way to release their private, sexual desires. Afterwards, they climbed naked into bed and held each other close until they fell asleep. Neither boy attempted to take the relationship to the next level, although Booker had to use all the willpower he possessed not to throw Tommy onto the bed and fuck him long and hard. He had promised he would let Tom take control of their relationship and he would not go back on his word, no matter how difficult it was. He took his pleasure in seeing Tom naked. Both boys made the moment last, masturbating slowly and deliberately, their eyes never leaving each other’s bodies. Their climaxes were vocal and intense, both usually attaining release within moments of the other, their bodies shuddering violently as they cried out their pleasure in unison. Neither boy spoke about how it made them feel. They just accepted that it was something they did, a way to get through the horrors of the day and experience something that made them feel good instead of it always being about pleasuring others. Neither boy felt guilty about the hedonistic indulgence that gave each of them so much enjoyment.
After an unusually lucrative day on the streets, Booker’s mood was buoyant. As he entered their hotel room, his emotional high plummeted when he saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed wiping at his bloodied nose with a wad of toilet paper. Hurrying over, he squatted down next to his friend and carefully surveyed the damage. Tom’s eye already showed signs of bruising and Dennis felt his temper rising. Whilst he accepted his own physical abuse at the hands of some clients as just part of the job, he could never understand why anyone would want to damage Tom’s beautiful face. Standing up, he walked into the bathroom and pulled off several squares of toilet paper. Dampening them under the faucet, he returned to his position on the floor. Tenderly lifting Tom’s head, he gently daubed at the blood trickling from Tom’s nostril. “Who did this?” he asked angrily, “I’m fucking sick of this bullshit.”
Tom flinched slightly as Booker’s ire caused his ministrations to become heavy handed. Grabbing the wadded up paper from his friend’s hand, he placed it on the bedside table. “I dunno, just some guy I gave a blowjob to. I guess he didn’t like my technique,” Tom joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“It’s not funny Tommy,” Booker snapped, “You need to be more careful. One day some john’s gonna go too far and you’ll end up—“
“Dead? Tom retorted. “But it’s okay for you, huh. Look in the mirror Booker, your face is a mess.”
Dennis knew it was true. He should not be lecturing Tom on the dangers of the street when he himself took risks regularly just to make extra money. Sighing wearily, he stood up and picking up the bloodied toilet paper, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Tom heard the toilet flush, then the sound of the shower. A feeling of sadness washed over him; Booker had shut him out. Neither boy showered without the other watching, that had become their ritual since their first encounter several weeks before. Closing his eyes, he held his aching head in his hands as he fought back tears. It was not that he wanted to be some john’s punching bag. The blow had been unexpected, sending him crashing back onto the cold, wet pavement of the narrow alleyway. He felt foolish for not sensing that he was about to be attacked. One of the first lessons Booker had taught him was be alert and never let your guard down.
Hearing the bathroom door open, Tom lifted his head. His eyes widened when he saw Booker standing naked in the doorway, his hand held out in front of him. Standing up, Tom moved forward and taking Dennis’ fingers in his own he gave them a squeeze. Booker pulled him close as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“Can I come in?” Tom murmured, his cock beginning to twitch at the thought of watching Booker shower. Dennis nodded and pulled Tom into the bathroom. Before Tom could begin to undress, Booker grabbed the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. Gazing at Tom’s naked torso, Booker waited whilst Tom kicked off his boots and pulled off his socks. Tom’s breathing became heavy as Dennis deliberately took his time unbuttoning his jeans before unhurriedly pulling down the zipper. Letting his denims fall to the floor, Tom stepped free of the fabric, his eyes never leaving Booker’s face. Dennis smiled mischievously as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Tom’s boxers and slowly pulled them down so they dropped to the floor. Leaning forward, he whispered into Tom’s ear, “Shower with me.”
A shiver of anticipation ran through Tom’s body and his pupils dilated as his arousal intensified. Nodding his assent, he allowed Booker to guide him to the cubicle. The two boys stood facing each other as Dennis turned on the faucets and the warm water cascaded over their tired bodies. They stood transfixed, staring deep into each other’s dark eyes. As his cock began to swell, Tom knew the time had finally come. He craved more; he needed more. Sucking in his breath, he placed a hand against Booker’s face. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips lightly against Dennis’ seductive pout. His stomach flip-flopped at the sensation that ran through his body from his first ever kiss. Booker’s eyes widened in surprise and Tom smiled at his reaction. Their second kiss was gentle, almost chaste as Tom pulled Booker closer. His lips parted and he allowed Dennis’ tongue to gain access. Slowly they explored each other’s mouths, their tongues intertwining as their passion grew. Booker’s hands slid down Tom’s slippery body, stopping to rest on his narrow hips before moving down and cupping his buttocks. Tom groaned loudly as Booker pulled him close, pressing their bodies together. Holding Tom against him, Booker slowly moved his body up and down, giving their erections the friction they needed to grow. Their tongues clashed violently as their desire became stronger. As his fervor intensified, Booker immediately forgot his promise to Tom. Moving his hand, he took hold of Tom’s cock and began to pull it with slow, even strokes. Tom cried out and dropping his head, he bit down onto the delicate flesh between Booker’s neck and shoulder. A pleasurable pain shot through Booker’s body and he groaned loudly as his cock began to weep heavily. Reaching down, he found Tom’s hand and guided it to his aching erection. He felt Tom’s fingers hesitate for a fraction of a second before wrapping around his engorged cock. As their hands moved in a frantic rhythmic motion, Tom’s lips once again found Booker’s mouth. They kissed passionately, nipping and sucking at each other’s lips as their heavy panting rent the moist air. Tom felt his orgasm rising and he started to gasp, “Oh fuck… Oh Dennis… Harder… Harder… HAAARDERRR!” A wave of euphoria flooded through Tom’s body and he trembled violently as he ejaculated over Booker’s fingers.
Hearing his name cried out in the throes of passion, Dennis’ release hit hard and he spilled his sperm over Tom’s hand. His body shuddered as he pulled Tom close. “Jesus Tommy…” he whispered against Tom’s ear as he struggled for breath. “That felt sooo… fucking… good.”
Tom smiled against Booker’s neck as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Lifting his head, he sucked lovingly on Booker’s lower lip before pulling away and smiling shyly. Booker returned Tom’s smile before turning off the shower. Taking Tom’s hand, they stepped out onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. Unable to contain himself, Booker pressed his lips against Tom’s and he kissed him tenderly. Feeling goose bumps rising on Tom’s flesh, Dennis pulled away and grabbing a towel, he slowly rubbed Tom’s quivering body before toweling himself dry. Once again taking Tom by the hand, Booker led him to the bed. Lying down, they kissed lovingly for several minutes. Tom’s eyes grew heavy and he dropped his head back onto the pillow as Booker covered his throat in soft, butterfly kisses. “Are you happy?” Dennis murmured against Tom’s pale skin.
“Fuck yeah,” Tom breathed sleepily, as a small smile played on his lips. “I guess this means I now have a boyfriend.”
A soft tingling sensation flowed through Booker’s body. “I guess it does,” he replied affectionately, as he smiled down at his lover.
Closing his eyes, Tom felt an inner peace envelop him. It had been a long time since he had known love. Feeling Dennis’ lips softly fluttering over his throat, he once again believed that he was worthy of the emotion. He deserved to feel loved and now that he had Booker, he knew he would never feel alone again.
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