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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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Waking early the following morning, Tom groaned from the discomfort of a full bladder. Sitting up, he looked around to see if anyone else was awake. Harry and Dave lay sleeping on the opposite corner of the room, their bodies still curled tightly together. Booker however, was nowhere in sight.
Standing up and stretching out his aching limbs, Tom wondered where he could go to the toilet. He usually slept outdoors in a park, so ducking behind a tree was the usual protocol. Feeling anxious, he hurried from the room and almost collided with Booker who was entering through the doorway. Seeing Tom’s fraught expression, Dennis laughed loudly, “We use the alley out back, but hold your breath, it stinks.”
Tom scurried from the room, his situation now desperate. Running out into the cool morning air, he sprinted down the darkened alley and stopped behind an overflowing dumpster. Unzipping his jeans, he sighed heavily as he relieved himself against the wall. Zipping up, he walked back down the alley. Ahead, he could see that the early morning traffic was light, the hour still too early for most people. Shivering slightly, he walked back into the building just as a light drizzle began to fall. When he entered the back room, he saw only Harry and Dave, both still fast asleep. Hearing a sound in a room off to the right, he headed down the corridor.
“In here,” Booker called out when he heard the approaching footsteps. Tom entered a large room and saw Dennis sitting on the floor, the two candle stubs next to him, their short wicks flickering weakly.
Tom took off Booker’s jacket and handed it back to him before sitting down on the floor. Pulling up his legs, he wrapped his arms around them, as he rested his chin on his knees. “What?” he asked when he saw the older teenager’s dark eyes studying his face.
“Tell me about your brother,” Dennis said, his voice gentle. “I’d like to hear about him.”
Tom stared back at Booker, uneasy about where the conversation may be heading. Instead of answering, he threw a question back at Dennis, “How long have you been on the streets?”
Unlike Tom, Booker had no problem answering questions. “Just over three years. When my Dad left us, my Mom kinda went a little crazy. You know, reliving her youth and all that. She kept bringing different guys home, then after a week, she’d ask them to move in. Trouble was, it wasn’t her they were interested in… if you get my drift.”
Tom nodded, knowing exactly what Dennis meant. Booker was very good looking, his body well toned for a teenager and his dark, unruly hair gave him the bad boy look that most teens would kill to possess. But it was Booker’s eyes that fascinated Tom the most. They were the darkest eyes that Tom had ever seen, almost bordering on being black. However, they also shimmered with deep compassion, which instantly contradicted the bad boy persona.
Raking his hand through his hair, Booker smiled mischievously. “So, now that I’ve told you something, how ‘bout you tell me about your brother.”
Realizing that resistance was futile, Tom spoke candidly about Doug. He explained how after their mother had died, Doug did his best to protect Tom from any beatings his father thought were deserved. He skipped quickly over the sexual exploitation, preferring to use the same premise as Booker and just allude to the abuse. Lastly, he recounted Doug’s arrest and incarceration. He confided to Booker that he knew he could not endure his father’s abuse without the support of his sibling.
When Tom had finished, both boys sat silently for several minutes. Finally, Booker reached out and cupped Tom’s face in his callused hand. “Thanks for sharing Tommy,” he murmured, as Tom’s face flushed pink. “It means a lot.”
Muttering a quick “No worries” Tom pulled away from Dennis’ touch. He was unaccustomed to displays of affection. Doug was the most caring person he knew but his demonstrations were often clumsy, as was usually the case with brothers.
Seeing Tom’s reddened face, Booker could not help but smile. He quickly ducked his head so Tom would not notice. But Dennis’ smile soon faded. He knew that the longer Tom stayed around, the harder it would be not to fall for the attractive, vulnerable teenager and that, he decided, would be a very bad idea.
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Rain pelted down onto the footpath as passing vehicles splashed up sprays of water from the overflowing gutters. The four boys huddled in the doorway of The Exeter Hotel waiting for Judy and Erin to arrive. When they finally appeared, all six ran across the road and under the canopy of a nearby grocer. Pulling out their money, they surveyed their dwindling finances. Seeing his friends despondent faces, Booker sung out cheerfully, “Who wants breakfast?”
Dave’s normally subdued expression turned into one of happiness. “Donuts!” he yelled excitedly.
Booker ruffled the younger boy’s hair. “I think oatmeal would be more nutritious. How ‘bout we go to Joey’s, it’s always good there.”
Everyone nodded his or her agreement except Tom, who had no idea who or what Joey’s was. Erin took hold of Dave’s hand and they ran ahead of the group, energized at the thought of eating. Judy and Harry followed close behind, their shoulders hunched against the rain as they kept an eye on their younger friends. As Booker and Tom lagged behind, the rain soaking through their clothing, Tom had a feeling something was bothering Dennis. As they stopped at a pedestrian crossing, Tom pulled on Booker’s sleeve. “Spill,” he said, hopeful that whatever it was, it was not too serious.
As the green “walk” signal flashed, both boys crossed. It was not until they reached the other side and continued down the street that Booker opened up. “Breakfast is pretty much gonna wipe us out. I don’t know about you, but I could use a decent night’s sleep, which means three hotel rooms. Even if we go to the roach infested Camelot, we still don’t have enough money, which means…” Dennis’ voice trailed off. He had been a teen prostitute for over three years and yet he still found it difficult to say the actual words.
“Oh,” Tom replied, as a wave of nausea washed over his body. Pushing it aside, he laid a hand on Booker’s arm, pulling him up short. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice surprisingly steady. “I’ll do it.”
It was Booker’s turn to show emotion. Tears glistened in his eyes as he shook his head. “As a team, remember?” he stated, “I know who’s who, I can keep us safe.”
Tom smiled a half smile. “As a team,” he agreed.
Arriving at Joey’s they found the others inside, already sitting at a table. The owner (whose name was actually Louie) welcomed the shabby runaways. He had a soft spot for Booker’s group. Unlike most, they were always polite and never tried to skip out without paying. He deliberately increased their portion sizes so that the children received a filling breakfast. He wished he could do more, but with a sick mother and eight children to take care of, he barely managed to make ends meet. It was tough, but he did what he could without leaving himself too short.
Dave and Erin’s eyes lit up as the huge bowls of steaming oatmeal arrived. They blew on their heaped spoons, desperate to take a mouthful but burning their tongues every time they tried. Tom smiled in amusement. It was the first time he had seen either of the two behave in a childish manner. At such young ages, their faces carried the careworn expressions of people four times their age. It was nice to see them behaving like young teens. Tom wondered if that was how he appeared to other people. Did his face show the ravages his body had endured? He hoped not, he did not want strangers to know his dirty secret.
When the two youngest teens went to the restroom, Booker told Harry and Judy that he and Tom were going to hit the streets. Both immediately protested, but Booker remained firm. He needed both older teens to take care of Erin and Dave. They should find a place to shelter for the day and he and Tom would meet them back on the steps of The National Finance Institution building at about one o’clock.
Before Dave and Erin returned, Booker paid the bill and left the restaurant with Tom. Tom could feel his hands clenching into fists as his breathing became labored. He tried to appear calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was falling apart. As much as he wanted to help Booker, who was the only person in the world besides Doug to have shown him kindest in his darkest hour, he did not know if he could go through with it. As they stopped on a street corner, Tom began to feel faint. Staggering backwards, he bumped into well-dressed woman carrying a large umbrella. “Watch it!” she cried out, her face showing the disdain she felt at having touched someone so filthy.
“Sorry,” Tom mumbled as he closed his eyes and reached out to steady himself against a light pole. He felt Booker’s arm around his waist, giving him support.
“Hey Tommy, are you okay?” Dennis asked, his voice concerned.
Taking a deep breath, Tom pulled himself together. He managed a weak smile. “Yeah, just went a bit dizzy for a sec, I’m fine.”
Turning Tom to face him, Booker placed his hands lightly on his new friend’s hips and stared intensely into his soft, brown eyes. “You don’t have to do this,” he said.
“Yeah I do,” Tom replied miserably, his face etched with sadness. “If you hadn’t found me I’d be doing it anyway. Now at least when I do it I know the money can help others, you know, like you’ve helped me.”
For the second time Dennis’ eyes filled with tears. He quickly swiped them away as a brown Datsun pulled up to the curb. Booker approached the car and had a conversation with the occupant. After a few minutes, he walked back to Tom and draped a comforting arm around his shoulder. “He’s a regular, pretty standard, he just wants to fuck you and make you come. He’s okay, as far as they go, you know, he’s not violent or anything and he’ll drive you back. He’ll try and kiss you on the mouth, but if you tell him no, he’ll stop. He’s willing to pay seventy bucks but it’s up to you, if you don’t want—“
“I’ll do it,” Tom interrupted quickly. As he climbed into the passenger seat Booker called out, “I’ll meet you back here in an a couple of hours okay?”
Nodding, Tom closed the door. He turned to face his client and was surprised to see that the man was only in his thirties. “Wow!” Robbie Werner exclaimed when he saw Tom’s face. “You’re gorgeous.”
Tom did not answer. Instead, he put on his seat belt and held out his hand. “Money.”
Robbie laughed as he pulled out into the busy street traffic. “You really are new aren’t you? I’ll give it to you when we get to the hotel.”
Glad that the man did not want to make small talk, Tom turned away and watched as the rain pelted down outside. Within minutes they were at their destination, a reasonable looking hotel with a flashing vacancy sign. Running out of the rain and into the foyer, Tom removed his wet bandanna and shoved it in his pocket as Robbie paid for a room. As they climbed the staircase to the second floor, Tom’s heart rate began to increase. The man unlocked the room and opening the door he let Tom pass through first. It was a basic room with a double bed, two bedside tables, a lamp and a one-door wardrobe. A print of Monet’s Garden hung on the wall above the bed.
“So,” the man said as he took off his jacket and eyed Tom up and down. “How about we get you out of those wet clothes.”
Tom held out his hand again. “Money first.”
The man pulled several notes out of his trouser pocket and handed them to Tom. After counting the money, Tom shoved it into his jeans pocket. “Okay?” Robbie asked and Tom nodded.
Reaching out, Robbie removed Tom’s denim waistcoat and threw it on the chair. Next, he slowly unbuttoned Tom’s shirt and peeling the wet fabric from his body, he threw it next to the waistcoat. Taking the bottom of Tom’s t-shirt in his fingers, he pulled it up over the teenager’s head. His arousal became more evident as his breathing intensified. “Take off your boots,” he instructed, as he trailed a finger up and down Tom’s taut stomach. Tom kicked off his boots and reaching down, he removed his socks. “Good,” Robbie breathed as he unbuttoned Tom’s jeans. Tom closed his eyes and bit down onto his lower lip to keep from crying. The man pulled down the zipper and let the jeans fall around Tom’s ankles. Tom immediately stepped out of the damp denim and kicked them away with his foot. The man gently cupped Tom’s cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Mmm, very nice,” he murmured as Tom’s face flushed with humiliation. With his eyes still closed, Tom could hear the man begin to undress and his dread increased. When he opened his eyes, he saw the man standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a very large erection. Tom’s eyes widened at the sight, he had never seen such a big cock and he felt panic rise in his throat. Robbie smiled widely, “Impressive huh? But don’t worry beautiful, I’ll be gentle.” Taking Tom’s hand, the man led him to the bed and instructed him to lie down. He then climbed between Tom’s bent knees. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of Tom’s boxers, he slowly removed them and threw them on the floor. Tom had not noticed that the man had removed a tube of lubrication and several condoms from his jacket pocket and had laid them out on the bed. Leaning forward, Robbie attempted to kiss Tom on the lips but the teenager quickly turned his head away.
“No kissing,” Tom said hurriedly, remembering what Booker had told him.
The man pouted but obliged. Instead, he bent down and sucked at Tom’s nipple. Embarrassment flooded through Tom’s body as Robbie sucked and caressed at the little raised nubs. Kneeling back, Robbie unwrapped a condom and rolled it expertly onto his erection. Next, he picked up the tube of lube and squeezed it onto his fingers. Tom watched as he slicked up his large cock with the sticky substance. When the man’s fingers touched his opening, Tom visibly recoiled. “Shh,” the man soothed, “I’m just going to use my fingers first and get you ready.”
Tom screwed his eyes shut as the man inserted first one finger and after moving it past the muscle, a second. Using a scissoring action, he gently opened Tom up. When Tom felt the man’s fingers being removed his heart started pounding in his chest. He felt the tip of the man’s cock pushing against him as it slowly entered his body. Once inside, the man stopped. “Look at me,” he instructed and Tom slowly opened his eyes. Robbie’s breathing became shallow as he stared into Tom’s dark orbs. “I want you to come, you hear me?” he whispered as he began to stroke Tom’s semi erect cock.
Tom nodded and closing his eyes, he felt the man begin to move inside him. The sex was far less violent than with his father and as the man stroked and tugged at his growing erection, he felt his arousal intensifying. As the man watched Tom’s cock swell, his thrusting became more intense. Slamming his cock deep into Tom’s body, he saw the boy’s eyes suddenly fly open. With a startled cry, Tom ejaculated over the man’s fingers and onto his own stomach. It only took another two thrusts for Robbie to scream out, as his own orgasm hit.
As the man withdrew, Tom threw an arm over his eyes and began to sob. Having never encountered such a reaction before, Robbie was unsure what to do. When he attempted to comfort Tom the teenager rolled away and pulling his knees up to his chest, he curled himself into a ball and sobbed silently into the pillow.
Robbie rose from the bed and cleaned himself up before getting dressed. When he was again fully clothed, he sat on the bed next to Tom and laid a hand on his naked shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and back to your friend.”
Tom sat up slowly and angrily rubbed the tears from his face. Robbie handed him his clothing and he dressed quickly, not wanting to stay in the hotel room any longer. He pulled the wet bandanna out of his pocket and tied it back around his head. He did not know why but somehow, the bandanna gave him confidence.
As they left the hotel and drove back to Booker, Tom knew his life would never be the same. He had felt something when the man had slammed his cock deep into his body and that feeling had brought about an orgasm. He was as much of a pervert as the johns, he thought miserably.
Hunching down into his seat he allowed the hopelessness of his situation to shroud his mind completely. As the minutes ticked past, he felt himself slowly falling into a black pit of despair.
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