The American Prince 5: Boston

Boston was different. This was David’s home turf. This was where he had spent the first 13 or so years of his life, and he knew his way around here. There were surprisingly few kids around that he knew, but as he explained to Colin, most of the kids he’d known had either run away as he had or had gone to Juvenile detention, or were dead.

“Dead?” Colin questioned.
“Yeah, dead,” David said as if it were nothing. “You never heard of AIDS?”
“Course I have! But, don’t they take precautions?”
“Not usually,” David said. “Drugs and sex, man! They don’t mix. An’ most of these street kids try to mix ‘em sooner or later ‘cause when you get high, you get horny. So they get high, then they get horny, then they take all comers, so they wind up with AIDS. But never mind all that, ‘cause I think you know better. But come with me, I wanna show you something.”

They hopped on the subway and headed across town. David seemed to know exactly where he was going, so Colin let him lead and he followed. Out of the subway and on the street again, they walked about ten blocks down a busy street and then off on another side street, then another five blocks until they came to a little park. Colin had noticed a lot of rather sleazy looking bars as they walked. In the park, they walked down a path lined on one side by what looked like a large vegetable garden. It was divided into many small plots by three foot high fences. “That’s for people who live around here,” David explained. “People in apartments and such can rent them small pieces of land to grow stuff in the summer.”

“Is that what you brought me to see?” Colin asked, confused.
“No, not hardly,” David laughed. “We gotta get into a hiding place before it gets dark. Then you’re gonna see how the other half lives - the half you’re a part of now.”

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Wallace Frank fired up Colin’s computer, looking for clues where Colin might be. He had arrived home from New York early, for no real good reason except that he’d finished his business there. Of course the house was empty and had been, except for the housecleaners who always came twice a week. He was not surprised to find just about everything on the computer locked with passwords. Damn that school anyway! Did they have to be quite so thorough in teaching the kids how to secure everything?

No slouch with a computer himself, it didn’t take Wallace long to get past the security by guessing at passwords, only to be presented by a bunch of folders and files that had either been erased and wiped clean or encrypted. He saw several emails in the inbox, but as soon as he tried to open them they self-destructed. “DAMN!” he exclaimed. He had already called the police and was now waiting for them to come get the computer, but he knew they weren’t going to find anything, if indeed there had ever been any clues. This wasn’t going to be easy and Wallace knew it; Colin wasn’t stupid, and he was obviously using every ounce of brain power he had to keep his whereabouts from his father.

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Tony sat in his dorm room in Chapel Hill, checking his email. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Colin’s email address pop up. He had requested a return receipt so that he’d know if anyone had opened the note. Then as quickly as he’d got excited that his note had been opened, his heart sank. There was a short note saying that someone unauthorized had tried to access the inbox, consequently all mail had been returned to sender. There was an attachment, which was just his returned note. No problem, he thought, he’d wait a few days and try again. He was really beginning to wonder if he’d made the right decision, leaving as Wallace had demanded. He really did love Colin - even more than he had realized. He had told himself over and over that he’d left to save Colin from being sent away from home to a boarding school, but now he wondered if that was really the reason, or had he just wanted to save his own worthless skin? Could it have been the money? He wished he’d refused the generous payment; at least then he’d be sure why he had left.

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David led Colin down one pathway and another, finally slipping into a clump of bushes. The bushes formed a rough circle with a tiny clearing in the middle. “We’ll wait here till it’s dark,” David said.
“What’re we waiting for?” Colin asked.
“You really don’t know, do ya?” David said with amazement.
“If I knew I wouldn’t ask,” Colin answered.

“This is a cruising area,” David explained. “Gay guys come here for sex. Sometimes they buy it, sometimes they get what they want for free. I usually come here when I’m broke. I can make a lot o’ money in an evening, an’ ya get to see some pretty wild shit.”
“You sell sex? For money?”
“Yeah, man. Ya gotta live somehow, an’ when you’re a runaway kid this is about the only thing you can do to make any amount of money.”
“Isn’t it dangerous?”
“Yeah, dangerous as hell! Ya gotta be careful what you do or you’ll get the AIDS, an’ you gotta be on your guard or you’ll get a knife in the gut. That’s why I brought you here, so you can learn before you end up in a place like this and haveta learn the hard way. That’s not the way ya need to learn how to deal with places like this.”
“You didn’t have to bother,” Colin said with a shudder. “I could never... you know... do that stuff with a stranger... for money.”
“I hope ya don’t have to,” David said. “But most runaway’s have to make money sooner or later, an’ your money’s not gonna last forever.”

David heard someone approach, so he put his fingers to his lips, a signal to be quiet. They watched an older man come strolling down the path, then stop about fifty feet from where they were hiding. He stood and looked around, lit a cigarette, and shuffled from one foot to the other. Before his smoke was half gone, they saw a youth who looked to Colin to be a rather well dressed college kid. He approached the man, apparently not seeing him. He made a bit of a show at groping his own crotch, then looked the man directly in the eye, his hand still grasping his package. The man did the same and walked toward the youth. There was some whispering, then the man and the youth took three or four steps off the path and faced each other. Colin saw some money change from the man’s hand to the youth’s, then the man sank to his knees as the youth undid his fly and produced a very hard penis. The man sucked it for only a few minutes, then they heard the youth groan and they knew he was shooting into the man’s mouth. Then as quickly as they had appeared, the youth zipped up and left in one direction, the man in another.

Just as the two Colin had been watching were leaving, David tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to look in the other direction. As they watched, two men, in their 30's or 40's, stood facing one another, whispering. One was black, the other white. As an astonished Colin watched, the black man turned his back to the white man, dropped his pants and bent over. The white man unzipped. Colin saw a white flash as the white man exposed his penis, then rammed it into the butt of the black man. He pumped him hard and fast, and was soon groaning with pleasure as he came inside the other’s ass. Colin had never seen anything like this, had heard of such things but had long ago decided that it wasn’t for him, especially with no protection. “The black man’s name is Donald,” David whispered. “He gets fucked like that five or six times every night. He can’t get enough of it.”

“Isn’t he afraid of getting AIDS?” Colin asked, astounded.
“He’s already got it,” David answered. “I dunno why he isn’t dead by now, ‘cause he’s had full blown AIDS for at least three years.”
“But what about the other guy?”
Donald doesn’t care. These guys get a little high and they’ll fuck anything. If he hasn’t already got it, he probably soon will have.”

Colin got a real education his first night in Boston. He saw sex bought and sold, sex given freely; he saw men and boys, men and men, and boys and boys, and they did just about everything imaginable with their bodies and with each other’s. He understood a lot better now why STD’s are such a problem, and why they keep spreading in spite of the warnings, the precautions, the ways to avoid such things. What he didn’t see, and what absolutely appalled him, was any sign of love. These acts were all purely physical, just like David and the truckers he’d serviced on their way to Boston. “I’m almost afraid to ask,” Colin said as they walked down the street a little after midnight. “Do you sell sex in that park?”

“Yeah, if I get desperate,” David answered. “I try to avoid it unless I get really down and out, which doesn’t happen very often. When I’m working, I usually work the streets. It’s a bit safer and the clients are a little cleaner most o’ the time.”
“The streets?”
“Yeah. See that car pulling over to the curb up there? Watch.”

Just as the car stopped, a teenager stepped out of a dark doorway and walked over. Leaning on the passenger’s door, he spoke to the driver of the car. After a few minutes’ conversation, during which David told him they were haggling over price, the boy opened the car door and got in. The car pulled away and disappeared. “They’ll either go somewhere and fool around in the car, or the guy’s got a hotel room and they’ll do it there,” David explained. “There’s a little more chance o’ gettin’ busted so you gotta be careful, but the john’s are usually a lot cleaner - you know, business men away from home and wantin’ a quick BJ, or maybe more.”
“Still don’t seem very safe to me,” Colin said with a shudder.
“You gotta eat somehow,” David said philosophically. “Most o’ these guys are just like us - homeless, no way to earn a living except with their bodies. You’ll be doin’ it sooner or later, if you don’t go home.”
“No way, man! I got more respect for my body than that.”
“You think your little nestegg’s gonna last forever?”

The two boys walked the streets of Boston, just taking in the sights. This was David’s home, if it could be called a home. In actuality he didn’t have a home at all. But this was his turf. He knew the streets, knew the areas, knew where he could safely travel and where he had to watch his back. They ended up in an abandoned warehouse where David knew there would be people he knew: people like himself. “Hey, David!” someone called as they roamed around the empty building, passing by little groups of people here and there, the only light being from the odd candle stuck in a beer bottle. David turned and led Colin to a small point of light, revealing about six boys and girls, most of whom seemed only barely conscious. “That’s Jonathon,” David said as they approached the group. “He’s been here forever.”

Colin saw that David’s friend Jonathon was probably 17 or 18, naked except for a pair of loose fitting shorts and puffing on a cigarette. “Hey, man, where the hell you been?” the older boy exclaimed as they approached.
“You know I always go to Florida for the winter,” David answered.
“Yeah, man, I know,” the boy replied. “But you’re usually back long before now.”
“I kinda got tied up,” David answered.
“Who’s the pretty boy with ya?” Jonathon asked.
“This is Colin,” David answered, ignoring the reference to Colin’s obvious good looks. “We been traveling together for the past few days.”
“That all ya been doin’, travelin’ together?” a girl about 16, obviously very stoned, asked.
“None of yer business, Marcie,” David answered.
“Well, c’mon and join us, Colin,” Jonathon said jovially. “Any friend of David’s is welcome at our little group.”

Much to colin’s chagrin, David accepted the invitation and sat down next to two teens who were passed out close to the lone candle that was burning. Someone popped the top on two beer cans and passed them to David and Colin. Colin had never tasted beer before in his life, in fact had never tasted anything alcoholic except a glass of wine at dinner now and then. Nevertheless he was thirsty and accepted the beer gratefully. He took a sip and liked what he’d tasted. He took a large gulp. “Take it easy,” David instructed. “You drink that stuff too fast, and you’ll be as stoned as these losers all around you.”

Needless to say, Colin didn’t listen. No sooner had he finished the beer and he was handed another, and then a third. By that time Colin was snapped, and horny! He couldn’t speak clearly and he certainly wasn’t thinking clearly. He was crawling and drooling all over David, announcing for all to hear that David was the love of his life, and he wanted to suck him off to prove it. Not that David minded that much, except that he really hadn’t planned on staying here in the warehouse tonight. It was late though, and David was engaged with Jonathon, catching up on all the gossip since he’d left last fall. So when Colin drunkenly began groping his crotch, David gave in and produced his eager cock, and Colin immediately lay down on the filthy floor and took it in his mouth.

If Colin had been sober, he’d have thought this a pretty demeaning sight. He was lying on his belly, sucking and slurping noisily on someone’s manhood while at least a dozen teens of both genders looked on. This would be the first time he had ever done anything sexual in front of others, and what he was doing was declaring to any who cared that he was gay and not ashamed of it. Meanwhile David continued his conversation with his friend, learning who had died, who had disappeared, who’d come down with AIDS and who had been busted. As his orgasm approached, David lay back on the floor and moaned loudly as Colin continued to suck greedily, until finally he got what he was after: a mouthful of David’s sweet creamy nectar. Now they were both moaning loudly while others watched.

“He’s good!” Jonathon exclaimed after the little show was over. “I ain’t never seen anyone get you moaning like that before.”
“Yeah, he is,” David agreed. “Specially when you consider that he’s only been suckin’ dick for a week or so.”
“You’re kiddin,” Jonathon said. “No one is that good after just a week.”
“I’m not kiddin’ Jon! An’ mine is the only one he’s ever sucked.”
“We gotta change that,” Jonathon said with a wide grin.
“Leave him alone,” David said menacingly. “He’s gotta learn the ropes down here first, then he’ll be in a better position to make up his own mind. An’ right now he’s drunk, so it’s hands off.”

David got Colin sobered up a bit, and they left the warehouse. Colin was still somewhat giddy but he could maneuver better, and David knew that in his condition, and carrying all that money, that he wouldn’t really be safe in the warehouse. He knew as long as they were together that his friends wouldn’t bother them, but there were always strangers and newcomers who didn’t give a flip for the code of ethics that existed amongst the regular occupants of the warehouse. So he led Colin to a rundown motel that was frequented by the street people of Boston - those with money to pay the weekly rent that was charged. “You’ll be safe there,” he explained. “They don’t ask any questions long as you can pay the rent. We can stay there a week or two till you get to know your way around a little better, then we can decide if we want to spend the money to keep the room.” On the way, they stopped at an all night drug store where David bought a few supplies he was going to need: a large box of condoms, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and another of hydrogen peroxide, two bars of soap, a carton of cigarettes and a lighter.

After they were settled in their room, which wasn’t the cleanest hotel room Colin had ever been in, David presented his plan. He figured that Colin might be a little more receptive in his drunken state, and there wasn’t any time to lose. “I wanna brand you,” he said somewhat nervously.
“Brand me?” Colin slurred. “Whatcha mean, brand me?”
“Haven’t ya ever noticed my earring?” David said, turning his head so that Colin could get a good look.
“Yeah,” Colin said with a grin, “it’s kinda hard to miss.”

Indeed David’s earring was indeed hard to miss. There was a heavy gold loop in his right ear, about a quarter inch in diameter, with several flat gold pieces hanging from it. Colin had never thought about wearing jewelry of any kind, much less an earring of any sort. On the other hand, he had found the large dangly earring oddly attractive on David. “It ain’t just decoration,” David told him. “The fact that it’s in my right ear is kinda a signal that I’m gay. When I bought it I had to buy a pair and I’ve still got the other one. If we put it in your ear, it’ll not only brand you as being gay, it’ll brand us both as being boy friends. So whadda ya say? Want to?”
“Yeah!” Colin said excitedly. “I think that’s so cool!”

There was a lot about body mods, even something as simple as piercing an ear, that David didn’t know. He wasn’t aware that piercing salons, even many jewelry stores, had little guns that could produce the required holes almost painlessly and safely. But he did understand about infections and how to prevent them, and he knew from the single earring he had that the pin was sharpened at the end, so he pierced Colin’s ear the same way that it had been done to him two years ago. He splashed alcohol over his hands, then rubbed generous amounts of it into Colin’s ear lobe. He dug into his backpack and produced a small box containing the earring that was identical to his. After pouring alcohol over it, he removed the little locking snap and held it up to Colin’s ear lobe. “This is gonna kinda pinch a little,” he said as he held a finger in back of the lobe and began to push.

Colin sat motionless as David began applying pressure to the earring, its pointed stem against his ear lobe. They both noticed that Colin was hard as a rock, evidently turned on either by the pain, or perhaps by the thought that he was about to make a statement to the entire world; or maybe both of the above. David pushed harder and twisted the pin a little, then finally Colin’s skin gave way. Colin heard what sounded like a crunching sound as the pin slipped through the soft flesh and emerged, pricking David’s finger. David picked up the lock and held it against the point of the pin, which was just peeking out at the back of Colin’s ear lobe. He pushed again, and the lock snapped into place. “All done,” he announced as he splashed the area with some peroxide. “You gotta kinda move it round several times a day, and put some of this peroxide on it twice a day for a couple weeks,” he instructed.

Colin hopped up and ran to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He could feel the weight of the new adornment, could feel it swing as it dangled to his every movement. Looking at himself in the mirror, it looked much larger than David’s, even though he knew they were a matching pair. His erection was so hard now it was hurting. As he looked at it, reached up and pulled on it gently, swung his head from side to side and watched it swing, he felt the surging in his groin that signaled the beginnings of an orgasm. “Shit, man, I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed as he tried to slip out of his shorts. He barely got his raging boy tool freed when it shot a long rope of boycum across the bathroom floor, hitting David on the leg as he rushed into the bathroom. He didn’t allow any of the next four spurts to be wasted as he made a dive and took the erupting tool into his mouth.

“Jeez, man,” David said after the storm was over, “I wish you’d told me you wanted to beat off. I coulda done it for you.”
“I didn’t,” Colin said. “I didn’t touch it. I guess I kinda got turned on by that earring.”
“You didn’t touch it?” David echoed with amazement.
“Nope, not till I knew I was gonna shoot.”
“Damn, little prince, you’re turning into a real slut!” David exclaimed with a wide grin. “I’ve never shot in my life without some kinda touching.”

Both boys were very tired, so they decided to go to bed. There was a TV in the room, but it didn’t work. So they each lit a cigarette, Colin’s first in his life, and after they smoked it they went to bed. Colin was a little grossed out when he turned back the bed sheets - he was obviously not the first person to sleep on them since they’d been washed; David assured him that this was not the worst place he would sleep if he chose to continue living on the streets.

They spent three full weeks at the Sundown Motel, and life fell into something or a routine. Colin knew his father would still be looking for him, so they agreed to stay in their room or some other place away from the light of day until they could travel in the darkness. They spent a lot of time in the abandoned warehouse, which David explained was about the only place he knew of in Boston that offered consistent shelter in the winter and some degree of assurance that no one ever came here except the residents. The boys’ motel room had become something of a hangout because they had a shower, and that was a luxury that street people seldom had access to. The water was usually cold, but it was wet and would get at least the outer layers of grime off young bodies. There were usually anywhere from two to ten visitors on a given afternoon and evening, but it helped fight off the boredom when they were stuck in their room staying out of sight.

To be continued...