Author: ElyVanity Title: The Rent Boy Client 02 Part: 2 Summary: Tony questions Dylan about his past. Keywords: m16b12, oral, anal, drugs Disclaimer - This is entirely a work of fiction. Please do not attempt any of this in real life. If it is not legal for you to read this where you are, then leave as I have not intended to distribute this work to places where it is illegal to read this material. Notes to Readers - I appreciate feedback and hearing from readers. Please email me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net - Ely Vanity The Rent Boy Client - 2 by EV Summer 2014 - Chicago Illinois "After you got kicked out where did you go?" asked Tony. "I took a bus to Waterloo. I was there for a couple days, then got a ride to Chicago. I've been here since," answered Dylan, doing his best to not let any of his emotions slip out in his voice or expression. Tony recognized the boy struggling to try to keep up his tough guy persona, so he kept the conversation business like to give the boy time to recover. "I need the names of your mother, her boyfriend, and your father. Plus can you write down your mother's last known address and phone number," said Tony as slide a piece of paper and a pen across the table to the boy. "Why do you need that shit? None of them are going to lift a finger to help me," said Dylan. "No, but I need it to help prove you identity. Since you father is in jail, your mother will officially have custody and legal authority for you. I am going to be contacting social services and they will assign a case worker to you. If the case worker determines that that your mother is not fit to be responsible for you, another lawyer will be assigned to look after your legal interests while I handle your criminal case," explained Tony. "Whatever," said Dylan as he started writing down the information. "Dylan, I know you've had it rough and you don't have any reason to trust me, but I am going to do everything I can to help you," said Tony. "You don't know fuck about how I've had it," spat Dylan as he got angry that this guy in a suit was presuming to tell him he knew what he had been through. Tony just smiled at Dylan as he pulled out his wallet. He removed a photograph and slide it across the table. "I do know Dylan. I've be where you are," he said. Dylan looked down at the photo. It was a mug shot of a sixteen-year-old Tony with a rainbow mohawk taken by the St. Paul Police Department. Dylan's brief anger at the attorney left him, he even managed to laugh, "Dude, a rainbow mohawk? That's so gay." "Yeah, it was," said Tony smiling. "I lived in the streets in the Twin Cities and got picked up for burglary, larceny, and drug possession. The public defender was able to get me into rehab and a diversion program." "So you do this as some sort of karmic payback?" asked Dylan as he started to look at his attorney in a different light. For an older guy, he was pretty handsome and he his concern seemed genuine. Dylan was taking a long time to write down the information and appeared to be doing some type of doodle on the piece of paper. "Very preceptive. The man that helped me was an ex-hippy and made me promise to pay it forward. He kept up his end of the bargain, so here I am trying to save boys like you instead of making millions in private practice," joked Tony as he waited for Dylan to finish. "Well you might have been arrested, but you ain't seen the shit I have," said Dylan quietly. "What, what have you seen?" asked Tony. "Forget it, maybe some other time," said Dylan as he finally slide the piece of paper and the pen back across the table to Tony. Tony took a quick glance at the information and noticed that the 'doodle' was some type of intricate stylized text written in a infinity loop that composed the double o's in his father's name, John T. Doonan. "What's this?" he asked. "It's nothing," said Dylan quickly as he glanced up at the security camera, "I just like to draw when I'm bored." Tony noticed the boy's odd behavior and decided to let it drop for now. He folded the piece of paper and put in his suit pocket. He looked back over at Dylan, "Okay, now that you've given me the information I need to get started on helping you, I'm going to go talk to the DA's office and see if we can't get you out of here and into the juvenile facility or better yet a facility that can start helping you with some of your problems," explained Tony. They made a bit of small talk for a more couple minutes, mainly chatting about music. Tony had been into the punk scene when he was Dylan's age. They bonded a little as they discussed how emo or emocore music evolved out of the old punk rock scene. As he got up to leave, Dylan gave Tony a quizzical look, "Aren't you going to ask if I'm guilty?" Tony turned as he reached the door. "No. First, I am obligated to do my best regardless of if you are guilty or innocent, and second, I'm a pretty good judge of character. From talking with you and looking at what the charges are, I expect you were looking to turn a trick when they busted you. Now if they have enough to prove the solicitation charge is another matter. You were likely in possession of illegal drugs and an illegal firearm, unless for some reason they planted drugs and a gun on you. Fortunately from the amount of meth found on you, they are going to have a tough time showing you planned on selling it. So that's most likely as case of the DA's office overcharging you, in hopes of using it as leverage to get you to plead to lesser charges. As for the attempted robbery, I think that if you did have a gun, it was for protection, not to use it to rob your trick, although I expect you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to steal something when your john wasn't looking. Is that about right?" he asked. Dylan smirked, "I hope you are a better lawyer than you are a judge of character." Tony frowned as he wondered what trouble this boy had gotten himself into. "I'm going to go make some calls and talk to the DA. Whatever you did, I don't think going to prison, even a juvenile one, is going to do you or society any good. I know you don't have any prior convictions or arrests, otherwise they would have already identified you based on your fingerprints. If you are willing to get some help for your drug problem, I think I can get you probation and also have your record cleared if you stay out of trouble. Is that something you want to at least try?" asked Tony. Dylan gave him a cynical look and glanced quickly up at the security camera again, "Sure. If you can get me out of here and keep me safe from the cops, I'll do whatever you ask, but I doubt they will let me out of here." "Well, all I can promise is that I'll do my best," said Tony. *** Spring 2012 - Waterloo Iowa "You sure you don't mind me crashing here tonight?" asked Dylan with a mix of nervousness and hope. "Yeah, you can spend the night. I can't very well kick you out onto the street; you are way too stoned to be wandering around out there with no place to go. You sure you don't mind fooling around with me," said JT as he reached over and ran his hand up and down Dylan's back. Dylan had met JT earlier in the day, outside of Waterloo's lone gay bar. Dylan had ridden his bike from Dunkerton to Waterloo yesterday after Ray beat him up and kicked him out. It was dark by the time he arrived, and he ended up sleeping behind an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. In the morning he explored the city and saw a rainbow sticker on the door of a bar so he decided to hang around nearby. He hoped to find some gay guys that might be able to help him out with some money or a place to crash. JT had not been the first guy he met and chatted with that day. Around lunch time he was hungry, since he hadn't eaten since last night, and was standing outside a deli looking in through the window when a man stopped and chatted him up. After talking for a bit, the man bought him a sandwich from the deli. Unfortunately for Dylan, the man was too scared of getting caught with a young boy, so he wasn't willing to doing anything more than just talk with a young boy, so he didn't offer Dylan anything more than a free lunch. After lunch, the man went across the street to the gay bar for a drink before heading home. While he was there, he told the bartender about his encounter with Dylan. The bartender knew a guy that was always giving cigarettes and chatting up the jailbait that occasionally hung out near the bar, so he gave him a call, letting him know there was a homeless runaway hanging around outside the bar. Dylan was just about to give up on his idea of finding a gay guy to crash with when a decent looking guy in his late twenties approached him while he was hanging out across the street from the gay bar. The guy was just under six feet tall and on the lean side. He had brown eyes, red hair cut short, and a goatee. He introduced himself as JT and asked Dylan if he needed any help. Picking up the kid was easy for JT. It was obvious after talking with him for five minutes that the boy was desperate. Dylan readily accepted when JT asked if he wanted to go back to his place to hang out that evening. Once back at his place, a small apartment above a restaurant downtown, JT and Dylan had played some video games, smoked some pot, and talked. JT was able to get Dylan to open up about being beaten and kicked out by Ray, as well as having been fucked by Brent. JT ordered a pizza for dinner, and after they finished eating, they watched a move. When it was over, Dylan finally asked if he could crash with JT for the night and was happy when JT told him he could stay, although he was a little apprehensive about sleeping with the man. JT's hand running up and down his back did feel good. Dylan started to think about everything that had happened to him in the last day and half, so he reached over and picked the bong off the table and loaded another bowl. He focused on JT's hand caressing him as he sucked on the bong and let the pot wash away his worries about being gay or where and how he was going to live. He held the smoke in his lungs and passed the bong to JT. "Hold that hit in, I'll shotgun it," said JT as he set the bong back on the table. Dylan gave him a curious look. JT grabbed the back of Dylan's head and leaned in. "Just exhale it slowly into my mouth," he said before putting his lips against the boy's mouth. Dylan opened his mouth and gently blew the pot smoke into the man's mouth. JT held the smoke in for a bit then blew it out. "Wanna try one?" asked JT. Dylan, feeling nice and buzzed, nodded. JT grabbed the bong and took took a big hit, finishing the bowl. He held it in for a few seconds then leaned over and kissed Dylan, slowly exhaling the smoke into the boy's mouth. Dylan couldn't hold all the smoke in his smaller lungs, but he took as much as he could. When JT was done exhaling he leaned back and smiled at the cute twelve-year-old budding stoner. He reached out and caressed the crotch of the boy's black skinny jeans; Dylan was hard. The pair continued to kiss after they exchanged the smoke. JT pressed his body against the boy, pinning him against the back of the couch as he forced his tongue inside the boy's mouth. The combination of the pot and the man kissing and groping him drove the linger doubts and insecurities from Dylan. There was still a part of him that wanted to go home and try to convince his mother that he wasn't gay or that he could change and be straight, but sitting here with a man's hand rubbing his hard dick through his jeans as the man's tongue explored his mouth just felt so right. JT broke the kiss and stood up, pulling Dylan to his feet as well. "You need a shower stinky boy," said JT, causing Dylan to blush. JT led him into the bathroom and pushed him inside, "Go ahead n' use the toilet. When you're done let me know n' we'll shower together." Dylan did as instructed and when he was done JT entered the bathroom room carrying two large towels. The man was naked but the towels were covering his crotch. JT set the towels down next to the sink then went over to the shower and turned it on, adjusting the water temperature. Dylan just stood in the middle of the bathroom in his underwear, his small dick tenting his briefs as he stared at JT's naked butt as the man bent over to adjust the temperature on the shower. "Go ahead and take those off," said JT as he finished fiddling with the shower and stepped into the tub, holding the shower curtain open for Dylan. The twelve year old slide his white briefs down off his legs and stepped into the shower with JT. JT helped wash Dylan's shaggy brown hair and then used a wash cloth and some soap to scrub the boy down. He gave his cock and balls a quick wipe but spent much longer time on the boy's ass. After using the washcloth on it, JT soaped up his hand and ran his fingers along the boy's crack. He rubbed around the boy's asshole then slipped a finger inside, which brought a small gasp from Dylan. "So did you like it when that Brent boy fucked your ass?" asked JT as he worked his soapy finger in and out of the boy's tight little hole. "It was okay I guess," answered Dylan, too embarrassed to admit that he had enjoyed it once he got used to it. JT saw that Dylan's small cock was still hard, and he could feel the boy starting to slowly press back against his hand when he slide his finger inside. "Looks like you enjoy having your ass played with if you ask me," stated the man. He used his free hand to press Dylan face first up against the wall of the shower, pinning him, as he added a second finger into the boy's ass. Dylan was still feeling the effects of the pot, heightening his pleasure and his submissiveness. He moaned and pushed his ass back against JT's fingers. "Oh man I need to fuck that cute little ass of yours," said JT as he hurriedly pulled his fingers out of the boy's ass. He quickly rinsed them both off then stepped out of the shower and tossed Dylan a towel. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom. I have something else to show you that you are going to love. It will make getting fucked even better." They dried off then JT lead Dylan into his bedroom. He got onto the bed and pulled Dylan with him. He laid Dylan on his back then proceeded to give the boy a blowjob. He toyed with the few soft hairs that were at the base of Dylan's three and half inch erection. He sucked and licked the boy's cock until he felt Dylan starting to get close. He pulled off and said, "No cumming yet. I want you to come while I'm fucking you." "Do you want me to suck you?" asked Dylan. "Yeah, why don't you suck my dick while I get your ass ready," said JT as he rolled over and opened a drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a tube of lube and a small brown bottle. He lay down on his back. "Come on, get your ass up here," said JT. Dylan got on his hand and knees and climbed on top of JT so that his ass was over JT's chest and his face was level with the man's cock. JT's uncut cock was about six inches long and a little thicker than Brent's cock. The man had a large patch of red pubic hairs and curly red hairs covered the man's large balls. Dylan grabbed the cock in his small hand and squeezed it, feeling its warmth. He slide the foreskin back and forth over the head a couple of times then started licking the tip with his tongue. While he was exploring the man's dick, JT started lubing up the boy's ass. He poured some lube onto his index finger then rubbed it around the tiny pink hole. He pressed the tip of his finger in then poured a bit of lube directly on where his finger met the boy's ass. He was quickly able to get back to having two fingers inside the boy's ass again, but when he tried to get a third one in, Dylan gasped in pain and pulled away. "Sorry," said JT, apologizing for hurting the boy. "Let's try that again, but this time push out," instructed JT. "Okay," said Dylan as he got back into position above JT. He pushed out like he was trying to shit as JT pushed his finger inside his ass. The stretching of his ass ring hurt a little and felt uncomfortable, but Dylan was able to tolerate it this time. He felt a cool sensation as JT poured more lube into his ass, using his fingers like a funnel. Once JT was able to slide his fingers in and out of the boy's ass without the boy crying out in pain, he gave the boy's ass a hard slap, "Okay, time to get fucked by a real man kid." JT reached down and coated his hard cock with some lube. "I want you to sit on my lap facing me," he told Dylan, "Don't worry about trying to get my dick in you yet, just sit on top of it." Dylan shifted around and sat down on JT's crotch. He could feel the man's hard dick pressing against his taint and against his ball sack. JT picked up the small brown bottle and unscrewed the cap. "You ever use poppers before?" asked JT. "Poppers? No, what are they?" asked Dylan as he shook his head. "They really make fucking feel awesome. You're going to love 'em my little slut boy. Here, I'll show you how to do 'em," said JT. He closed first one nostril then the other as he took held the bottle under the open nostril and breathed in deeply. Once he had taken his hits, he held the bottle up towards Dylan. The boy leaned down and imitated JT, taking a big whiff from the bottle into each nostril. It had a chemical smell that made him a bit nauseous at first, but once he got a good huff, his skin got warm and he got lightheaded. He became acutely aware of the hard cock pressing against him and he wanted it in him. He had this overwhelming desire to be penetrated, to feel the man inside him. He lay down and rested his head on the man's chest as he ground his ass down against the man's cock. Dylan started rocking his hips against the man's crotch. JT reached down with one hand and pulled Dylan forward. When he cock slide out from under the boy, JT grabbed it and lined it up against the boy's asshole. "Here, take another hit of the poppers as I enter you," said JT as he held the bottle to Dylan's nose. Dylan huffed in more of the chemical fumes and felt like he was flying. Suddenly he felt the head of Dylan's cock press against his hole. "Fuck me," he panted as he tried to press his ass back against the hard cock. He needed it inside him. He needed to be possessed by this man, to be penetrated and used. JT quickly put the cap back on the bottle and set it down so he could use both hands on the boy's hips. He held the boy in place and slide his slick cock into the boy's horny ass. Dylan moaned as he lay on JT's chest, the feeling of the man's dick sliding into his ass felt ten times better than when Brent had entered him yesterday. "Yeah, that's a hot little slut. You're my little popper bitch now aren't you," said JT as he started fucking the top half of his dick in and out of the boy's tight hole. He wrapped his arms around Dylan and hugged him to his chest while he fucked the boy's ass. He was slowly getting his cock deeper and deeper into the boy as he fucked him. Dylan's moans started being interspersed with little gasps of pain, so JT pulled out of the boy's ass and slide out from underneath him. "Lie down on your stomach," he said. While Dylan was changing positions, JT grabbed the bottle of poppers and take a couple more hits. Then he handed the bottle to Dylan, "Go on boy, popper up, I'm going balls deep this time." Dylan was taking a hit off the bottle when he felt JT's cock enter back into his ass. "Oh fuck, yeah, give it to me," he said as the rush from the poppers made him crave JT's cock. With just a couple of thrusts, JT made good on his promises and his balls were slapping against Dylan's ass. JT lay down on top of the boy as he fucked his ass. Dylan was moaning and pushing his ass back against JT's cock, which caused his own cock to rub against the bed. "I'm cumming!" shouted Dylan as his legs started to shake and his cock fired a few shots of his immature semen into the bed. JT continued to fuck the boy for ten more minutes before he reached his own orgasm, shooting his load into the boy's ass. He collapsed on top of Dylan and lay there for a few minutes to catch his breath before rolling over, bringing Dylan with him so that the boy was lying on to top of him face up. He kissed the top of the boy's head and ran his hands up and down the boy's body. Once he recovered, he got up and cleaned up the bed a bit, putting the poppers away and getting the bong from the other room. He packed another bowl; he and Dylan smoked some more while they cuddled on the bed. "Man, I wish you could stay with me forever Dylan. We'd fuck all the time and have so much fun," said JT. "Why can't I?" asked Dylan as he nuzzled his face into the small patch of red hair in the middle of JT's chest. "Because if my probation officer found out I had an underage boy in my apartment, he would send me back to jail. I got caught messing around with a younger cousin of mine eight years ago. His mom found out and she called the cops on me. I spent five years in jail," explained JT. Dylan had briefly gotten hopeful that he had found a place he could stay, and he started to cry when he realized he would have to leave soon. JT kissed the top of Dylan's head as he hugged him, "You ever been to Chicago? If you want I got some friends there you can crash with," offered JT. "Really? They would let me stay with them?" asked Dylan. "Sure. They like hot young studs that like to party like you do. If you want, you can stay here till the weekend, and then I'll drive you up to Chicago and introduce you. How does that sound?" asked JT. "Okay I guess," answered Dylan, not believing he had any other options available.