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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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Sitting on a Greyhound bus, Tom rested his head against the window and mindlessly watched as the scenery changed from built up housing to green country fields and back again. After purchasing his ticket, he had enough money left over to buy a sandwich and a can of coke from the station kiosk. Predictably, the sandwich had been dry but he wolfed it down anyway, his stomach appreciating the meager offering. Now, five hours later, he was hungry again. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his watch out of his pocket. The strap had broken years before but he had kept the working timepiece. It had been his grandfather’s; his mother’s father; and for that reason the sentimental value made it priceless. Checking the hands, he saw that it was almost six o’clock. He figured he had another half hour or so until he reached his stop. Geographical knowledge had not factored into his choice of cities. The only basis in choosing where his final destination would be was that it was the furthest distance he could travel on the money he had. Every mile traveled meant he was a mile further away from his abusive father.
He was suddenly aware that night had fallen. The architecture outside the bus was also changing. Suburban homes gave way to tall buildings and harsh neon lights flashed on and off, advertising bars and other business. As the traffic became heavier, the bus slowed down, its air brakes sounding constantly as it maneuvered through the busy streets. Within minutes, it pulled into a rundown station, graffiti coloring the dirty brick walls. Pulling into an empty bay, the bus driver turned off the engine. Standing up the elderly driver braced his hands against his aching back and carefully stretched out his spine. “End of the road folks, have a good evening.”
Nerves took hold of Tom and with shaky hands he clutched his bag to his chest. As he descended the steps of the bus the driver called out, “Have you got someone to meet you lad?”
Tom nodded, hoping his face did not give away the truth. Hurrying through the dilapidated terminus, he soon found himself standing on a busy street corner. He gazed around him in wonder, the flashing lights and car horns jangling his nerves. Now that he was here, he had no idea what he was going to do. His stomach rumbled, again reminding him that he was hungry. He had eighty-eight cents in his pocket, which was possibly enough for a burger, but he had nowhere to sleep. Closing his eyes, he felt the prick of tears behind his eyelids. Angrily swiping them away with the back of his hand, he looked around him in an effort to gain his bearings.
A car slowly pulled up next to the curb and a man leaned across and wound down the passenger window. “How much?” he asked, looking Tom up and down.
Tom stared back blankly, not understanding the meaning of the man’s words. “Huh?” he asked naïvely, he approached the black Cadillac.
“Are you on the game?” the man asked impatiently, “If so, how much?”
Comprehension slowly dawned on Tom. The man thought he was a prostitute. About to give the pervert a mouthful, he suddenly stopped. This could be the answer to his money problems. It was not that he wanted to do it but necessity was the mother of invention, or so the saying went. After all, it was not as if he were a virgin, his father had taken that away from him over four years ago. Bending down, Tom peered into the car. The man was middle aged, his suit looked high quality and he drove a fancy car. He obviously was not short of money. Smiling sweetly, Tom answered, “Depends, whatcha want?”
The man returned the smile. “How about a blowjob?”
Tom almost sighed with relief. A blowjob, as disgusting as it was, meant sparing his battered body from further rough treatment. He was well skilled in oral sex, his father having instructed him from a young age. Having no idea what to charge he picked a random figure out of his head. “Twenty bucks.”
The man narrowed his eyes. “A little pricey, don’t you think?”
Tom shrugged, pretending not to care one way or the other. The man’s eyes traveled down and then back up Tom’s slim, lithe body, finally settling on his young face. He was truly stunned at how beautiful Tom was and he knew straight away that he would pay far more than twenty dollars to have the boy’s pouting lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. Grabbing the passenger door handle, he pushed open the door. “Get in,” he instructed.
Tom did not allow himself time to think. Climbing into the car, he threw his bag onto the floor. His heart hammered in his chest and he nervously chewed on his lower lip. He had no idea how to proceed. Sensing Tom’s uncertainty, the man laid a hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. “I’m Joseph, what’s your name?”
“Tom,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Let’s go somewhere more private Tom,” Joseph said, his voice dripping with fake kindness.
Tom gave an almost unperceivable nod. The man checked in his rear vision mirror and flicking his indicator, he slowly pulled into the Friday night traffic. Hunching down into his seat, Tom stared out of the window as he tried to calm his growing anxiety. He desperately attempted to memorize his surroundings but the city was too big and every corner looked the same. He suddenly became aware that the car had turned off into a dimly lit alleyway. Switching off the engine, Joseph smiled. “Let’s get out, it’ll be less cramped.”
Getting out of the car, Tom followed the man as they walked for several moments until two large dumpsters hid them from the view of the road. Joseph pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Tom. Tom immediately stuffed it in his pocket, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Reaching out, the man touched his face. “You really are a pretty little thing aren’t you,” he murmured as his hand traveled down the length of Tom’s torso, stopping when he reached his stomach. Leaning forward he whispered, “I’ll pay you more if let me touch you.”
Tom’s breath hitched in his throat and he became paralyzed with fear. Taking his non-response as affirmation, Joseph’s fingers stroked at Tom’s crotch through his jeans. Tom silently willed his body not to react but he was a fifteen-year-old boy with raging hormones and his body quickly betrayed him as his cock began to swell. The man chuckled as he felt Tom’s arousal growing beneath his probing fingers. “You like that huh?” he muttered quietly, “I knew the moment I saw you that you were nothing more than a little whore.”
Tom screwed his eyes closed as degradation burned his face. The man laughed aloud at Tom’s discomfort. Releasing Tom’s erection, the man unzipped his own trousers, letting them drop to his ankles, his boxers following soon after. Opening his eyes, Tom saw Joseph looking at him expectantly. “On your knees whore, and show me what you can do,” the man growled, the kindness in his voice now absent.
The fowl stench of the alleyway assaulted Tom’s senses and he felt his stomach churn. Dropping to his knees, the uneven ground dug painfully into his flesh. He felt the man stroking his hair as he inched forward, his lips just millimeters from the man’s erect cock. Swallowing deeply, he opened his mouth as his lips enveloped the engorged cockhead. Joseph immediately grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair, painfully ripping at the roots. Holding Tom’s head still, he rammed his cock deep into Tom’s throat. Tom’s eyes flew open as he began to choke. But the man held him tightly as he thrust backwards and forwards, his cock violently fucking Tom’s mouth. It did not take many moments for Joseph to reach his climax and he cried out his pleasure as his hot semen hit the back of Tom’s throat.
The disgusting act now thankfully over, Tom tried to pull away but the man held him firmly in place until his spasming body shuddered to a halt. He shoved Tom roughly to the ground as he pulled up his boxers and jeans. When he turned away, Tom cried out, his eyes brimming with tears. “Where’s my extra money?”
Joseph laughed cruelly, “Here’s a lesson for you kid, always get the money before you do the deed,” and leaving the sobbing teenager sitting on the ground, he got into his car, threw out Tom’s bag and drove away.
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