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King Joe
Written by silent killer

I'll admit it, I'm bisexual. And while I'm admitting that, I'll also admit that I like to admire the, shall we say, younger people around me. But now I'm going to have to admit some much weirder stuff in the course of telling this story.
It started when I was at the park watching kids at the skateboard ramp. I know that seems weird, a 25-year-old guy watching kids ten years younger than him, but nobody really thought anything of it. I used to skate at the ramp myself before I busted my knee and then got too old. Plus I never made a pass at any of these kids. They thought I was cool and they trusted me.
One in particular caught my eye; a new kid who I'd never seen before. Physically, he was like the others: medium height, skinny, hair under a baseball cap, baggy shorts and T-shirt. But his face! He was so beautiful ... a clear-eyed angel with soft cheeks and full lips.
After an hour or so of this, a couple of the kids came over to talk to me. We'd talked before, and they knew they could get me to buy them beer or cigarettes for them. The new kid tagged along behind them.
"Hey Owen ... what's up," said one kid, a dark-skinned, shaven-headed boy named Earl.
"Nothin, what's up with you guys?"
"Can you make a run for us? Get us a couple of 40s?"
"Sure thing. Got money?"
The kids pulled wadded bills out of their pockets and passed them over. I took their money, went to the store, picked up a couple of Old English 40-ounce bottles and headed back. They were waiting for me when I got back. As usual, they handed me their backpacks and I dropped the 40s inside, then passed the bags back.
"You guys need a ride back into town? I'm headed back," I offered.
"Nah, we're stayin," Earl said.
"Hey, do you think you can give me a lift?" asked the new kid. He had a sweet, high-pitched voice. I revised my estimate of his age: probably 12 or 13 instead of 14-16, which was the average age of most of these kids.
"Sure, hop in. My name's Owen."
"I'm Joe."
And that was how I first met Joe. We drove back to the center of town and I asked Joe where he needed to be dropped off. He kind of shrugged and asked to be let off near the strip, so I headed over in that direction. I lived there anyway, behind one of the more popular record stores. I told him where I was going and he said that was as good as anywhere else.
I pulled into my driveway and said, "Well, see you later, Joe."
"Can I use your phone?" he asked shyly. I said it was no problem and so he followed me into my apartment.
I tossed him the portable phone and he made a quiet phone call while I started playing Tekken on my Playstation. He hung up and came into my tiny living room.
"Cool ... mind if I play?"
I told him to sit down and play if he wanted to get his ass kicked. But the joke was on me; Joe was a Tekken pro and beat my ass shamelessly. I gave up quickly and tried my other fighting games. A few hours later, I gave up. Joe was too good.
"Do you have this shit at home or something?"
Joe nodded.
"Do you do anything else but play fighting games?" I was laughing at this point.
Joe shrugged and grinned.
"Well, I'm hungry now. I'm gonna order a pizza. Want to get in on it?"
Joe nodded. While I made the call, he pulled out a couple of bucks and tossed them on the coffee table. When I hung up, he softly apologized and said that was all he had. It was no big deal, really, and I told him so.
Again, a couple of hours passed. We played some more Playstation games while waiting for the pizza, then we watched one of my sci-fi movies while we ate.
The movie ended and I realized it was dark outside. "Joe, don't you need to go home?"
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, looking a bit stricken.
"No, I don't mind, I was just going to hang out anyway." Actually, I had rented a couple of good porn flicks earlier and I wanted to watch them and beat off alone. But what the hell, the kid had to leave eventually.
The idea of fooling around with Joe never occurred to me. Sure, I was attracted to teenagers sometimes, but I also knew that it was a dangerous game to play. I knew better than to try something which might land me in jail for years, or worse. So at this point in the evening my thoughts were still pure, though I still privately swooned whenever I gazed at Joe's beautiful face, or surreptitiously glanced at his smooth calves.
"So it's OK if I hang out? Because I really, uh, don't have any place to go."
"What do you mean?"

And then it all came out -- his screwed up parents, the fact that his overbearing dad hated him and his weak mom ignored him, they fought constantly, and so on. His phone call earlier had been to his mom, who seemed more annoyed than pleased to hear from her young son. His dad had been hollering in the background, so Joe guessed that once again he had interrupted one of their knock-down drag-out fights. I told him a bit about my family life, leaving out most of the gory details, including my sexual awakening and eventual coming-out that had earned me a permanent ban from my father and eternal disapproval from my mother..........(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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