What Are Friends For?
Back at the bar, Helmut told Kevin to order something to eat, then grabbed Mike and dragged him to a private table in the corner where they could talk uninterrupted. After a rather awkward silence, I finally asked, “So, that was the guy you had the hots for?”
Kevin didn't look at me, instead, he fidgeted with the various bottles of condiments that were scattered along the bar. “Yeah,”
“Didn't look like it was going quite the way you wanted.”
“No.”
He clearly wasn't ready to talk about it yet, but I wanted him to know he could when he was ready, so I added, “It rarely does. I mean, we've all connected with someone who wasn't who they seemed to be.”
“I know, it's just...” He hesitated for a moment then looked me in the eye. “It's just humiliating to have your dad bust things up when you've been looking forward to getting in the guy's pants for weeks.”
I smiled and leaned in conspiratorially. “That was a pretty big dick he was feeding you. Looked like you were having some trouble swallowing it all.”
Kevin smiled slightly. “Not really, I was just trying to make him feel like it was the biggest dick I've ever had, guys like that. It makes them feel powerful, helps them keep it up once they get around to fucking.”
His candor caught me off guard. I knew he had a history of hustling before he came to us and Helmut adopted him, but over the last few years I had sort of forgotten about that, or at least, it wasn't how I defined him. I saw him more as the sweet kid he was now that he had a safe and loving home and family. I had to remind myself that he was not nearly as innocent as he seemed. “I suppose you're right, but I'm sure you dad had his reasons for doing what he did.”
Just then Helmut and Mike came over and joined us. Mike headed to the kitchen to pick up Kevin's sandwich, while Helmut set himself down on the other side of Kevin. “Alright,” he started with an air of authority. “I've got it all...” But Kevin turned away from him and clearly didn't want to hear what he had to say. Helmut paused, glanced at me with a questioning look, then said in a softer tone, “What's wrong?”
Kevin turned on him with a ferocity that surprised us both. “You interfering with my sex life, that' what's wrong.”
“But he was hurting you.”
“So he wanted to play rough, big whoop! You think he was the first guy to ever face fuck me?”
“That's not...”
“Well he wasn't! Some of the guys I used to service could get pretty aggressive. I know what I'm doing!”
“Do you?” Helmut asked calmly. I know your history, and I hoped that this guy was going to be something different. Were you just servicing him or did you have feelings for him?”
“I...” Kevin stopped short, and I could see his gaze turning inward, but he quickly returned to his anger. “What does it matter? I just wanted to get fucked, it's been a while, you know!”
Helmut grinned, “I know, but have you ever been fucked by someone who loves you?”
“He liked me, he said so, He even kissed me.”
“Really?” Helmut sighed. Looking at me he added, “I guess I haven't given him the education he needs.”
“I know all about men!” Kevin insisted.
“Not as well as you think you do,” Helmut chided. “You think that piece of shit cared about you? Then why did he offer your ass to a couple of strangers. He was willing to put your life at risk just so he could get off watching.”
“He wouldn't...” Kevin hesitated. “He was negative, he told me so.”
“Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. My sense is that he would have said anything to tap that tight little hole of yours.”
“But I've gotten to know him over the last few weeks. He's a good guy, he wouldn't put me at risk.”
“Did he ask if we were negative? Did he tell us to use a condom ?” Helmut spoke softly, but with a firmness that did not allow for backtalk.
“No...I don't know...I was kinda occupied.” Kevin's answer was quiet as he realized the truth of what his father was saying.
“No.” Helmut put his hand on Kevin's shoulder. “That's why I got upset, not because he was playing rough. I like to play rough too sometimes. I know what that looks like. I was upset because someone you clearly cared about obviously did not care about you.” Helmut lifted Kevin's chin so he was looking at him eye to eye. “But I care about you, and I don't want to see anyone treat you with with anything less than the respect you deserve.” Helmut offered his son a questioning smile, and Kevin smiled back.
“I love you too, dad,” and threw his arms around Helmut's neck.
Just then Mike emerged from the kitchen with Kevin's lunch and joined us at the bar. “Here ya go, kid.”
As Kevin began to dig in, Helmut returned to what he had started to say when he first joined us. “So, like I was saying, I've got it all figured out. Mike, here, is going to be your mentor.”
“My what?” Kevin looked dubious.
“I've asked him to help you learn to navigate the cruising scene around here. Where to go, how to recognize the signals, who to stay away from. You know.”
“Dad, is that really necessary?”
“After today, yes, I think it is, but don't worry, Mike's no prude. I'm not telling you not to have sex, I just want you to be safe.” Helmut did his best to calm Kevin's doubts, and added with a grin, “Besides, he's got a really big dick. Show him, Mike.”
Mike stepped back just enough so we could all see his crotch, and popped out his massive cock.
“And it's not even hard,” Helmut cooed in Kevin's ear. “Maybe he'll teach you his secret.”
Mike smirked and began stroking himself slowly, and Kevin's eyes grew wide at the sight. “I hear you were the masturbation mentor for the other boys at Hope House. Don't you think you might still have a thing or two to learn yourself?”
Kevin's eyes lingered on the man's dick, and finally found their way up to his face. “I suppose I might...”
“The answer is Yes Sir. Got it?” Mike reached out and took hold of him by the chin, holding his gaze with an intensity that was clearly new to Kevin.
He swallowed and whispered, “Yes sir.”
“Good, now finish your lunch. We'll talk when you're done.” With that he broke his eye contact with the boy and put his dick away. Then patting Kevin on the cheek, he headed back to the kitchen.
Kevin focused on his food, preoccupied by what had just happened, and somewhat oblivious to his father and I, but Helmut gave me a significant look behind his back to let me know that things were going as he planned. After a few moments of silence, he stretched and got off his stool. “I need to get back to work, and you need to get back to that tree-huger of yours.” Kevin looked up, almost startled by the recognition of our presence.
“Oh, I...”
“Don't worry, Mike will make sure you get home safely. And remember, treat him with the same respect you want him to treat you with.”
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