The Tent Boys

Once again, Jack was traveling for work. His work as one of the top political consultants in the country frequently brought him to Washington, DC. At 52, Jack is as successful as one could be. He is tremendously wealthy and could easily give up working for the rest of his life and still not be able to spend his fortune. He earned much of it from his work, but he was also a smart investor and bought stock in many of the biggest tech giants and made a killing in the market. He’s worth billions. He keeps a relatively low profile, despite being in demand for what he does. His sharp political savvy has caused upsets in congressional races all over the country. He’s earned the right to turn down any project he doesn’t want.

A good-looking guy, Jack has no trouble getting attention when he wants it. About six feet tall, thin and moderately toned, he’s in decent shape for a guy his age. You’d never know he was 52 to look at him. He is often mistaken for someone in their 30’s. One colleague joked that he stopped aging at 30, which is certainly how Jack feels most of the time. His dark brown, slightly wavy hair has a little grey on the temples, which makes him even more handsome. He has a pretty confident demeanor and is known for being very direct, sometimes to a fault. He expects things to be done right. He is known for being a strong personality, though he encourages ideas from others as well as legitimate criticism. There is a huge difference in his personal and his professional life.

Jack has had one major relationship in his life, with Joshua. It began a little over 20 years ago and included a very serious, Dom/sub period that lasted around ten years. The relationship itself ended about ten years ago, though Joshua is still an ever present part of Jack’s life, basically as distant friends. There were a few steady relations before Joshua - including one complete disaster - and there have been none since - at least nothing substantial. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his share of fun. In fact, he never passes up the opportunity to have sex - especially somewhat kinky sex.

Jack prefers younger guys. He has little need for or interest in anyone his age, or even within a decade or more of his age. He frequently hooks up with 18-25 year old boys. Occasionally there are older boys, but never really anyone over 30, with the occasional extraordinary exception. Give Jack’s situation, finding a boy who truly likes him and not his money or power is tough. His other challenge is finding a younger guy who isn’t submissive in some way. As one could imagine, he cycles through boys pretty regularly.

* * *

It was Thursday morning. The alarm went off and both Jack and his latest trick woke up. The boy he found last night on Grindr was an average looking jockish blonde haired boy, Riley. Riley wasn’t very bright, which disappointed Jack since he liked to talk to boys as well as get fucked by them. At least Riley didn’t disappoint in that department. He was tall and strong and took command of things as soon as he arrived, throwing Jack on the bed and forcing his cock into Jack’s mouth immediately.

Riley wasn’t big, but he knew what to do. He face fucked Jack, forcing him to choke and gag as drool and mucus dripped off of Jack’s face and down his chin. Jack loved getting face fucked. Riley didn’t say much. Once he blasted a load of cum all over Jack’s face, he just flipped Jack over, pulled off his pants and bent him over. Jack willingly complied.

Riley went to town slamming his cock into Jack with not even a slight attempt at being gentle and no regard for whether or not it hurt Jack. He grabbed Jack’s hips and pounded him hard. He went for a long time, probably because he had just cum. Riley reached down and grabbed Jack’s hair and pulled his head up while he fucked him. Jack’s face was still coated in cum and the mess from gagging on Riley’s cock. Riley reached around and put Jack into a chokehold while he pounded away. He eventually came again after what seemed like forever, though Jack was sure it was closer to 20 or 30 minutes, filling his hole with his creamy jock cum.

“Damn man, you can really take it,” Riley said, pretty much speaking for the first time. “Absolutely, that was great. I love a good hard fucking,” Jack responded. They both cleaned off and curled up in bed. At least he was a cuddler. The big spoon.

When they woke up, Riley asked if he could fuck Jack again. Jack really didn’t have much time to get to his first appointment, but he really wanted it again. “As long as you can be quick about it and do it in the shower, we’re good. I set the wrong alarm, so I’m already behind schedule.”
Riley just gave Jack a slightly dumbfounded look, as if he had no concept of alarms of getting somewhere on time. He nodded and they went to the bathroom to shower. Riley gave Jack another quick pounding in the shower. When it came time for him to cum, Jack wanted to swallow it. Riley pulled out, pushed Jack down and blasted a big shot of cum into his mouth. This really made Jack happy. He loved cum and was pleased to have the taste of it in his mouth as he started his day. Jack stood up, kissed Riley and told him he had to go.

“Call me later if you want to hook up again,” Jack yelled to the boy as he was dressing. “Later man,” Riley shouted back as he walked out the door.

* * *

Jack dashed out of the hotel and started the short walk to his first appointment. He was rushing, which he hated to do, because he didn’t set his alarm properly and couldn’t resist one more fuck. Along the way, Jack would often walk by a park where a lot of homeless folks lived. It was almost like a tent city. The cops must have left them alone since they were fairly contained and probably kept to themselves. Most of the time Jack paid little mind to the homeless men. Occasionally he’d drop off leftovers from lunch or dinner. Sometimes, when he thought about it, Jack would order extra food and bring it there. He never really noticed anyone of significance when he stopped by the park, especially any cute boys.

On this day that he was in such a hurry, he spotted a very cute boy. Jack slowed down to be sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. The boy glanced back and smiled. Jack was torn – should he stop and say something and end up late to this fairly important appointment, or does he smile and move along?

Suddenly it clicked for Jack, “These people need me more than I need them. They can wait an extra 15 minutes.” Jack walked over to the park. A bench and a hedge separated the boy and Jack.

“Hey there handsome,” the boy said, “you’re in an awful hurry.” “Yes, I am. I didn’t plan well this morning. I don’t really have time to chat, but I felt like I needed to stop and say hi.” The boy laughed, “well don’t just say hi, how about helping me get breakfast?” “Um, sure,” Jack said a little taken aback, but quickly realizing what he was dealing with, “uh, here you go,” Jack said as he handed the boy $20. “Wow, I can buy my friends breakfast too! Cool, thanks!” said the boy, clearly excited.

Jack just stood there after handing the boy the money. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card, “Uh, here’s my card.” Again, the boy laughed and said sarcastically, “sure thing man, I’ll call your office and make an appointment for our next meeting.” Some of the other homeless folks were watching this exchange. Jack felt a little silly now. “OK, I gotta run, sorry…do whatever with the card,” Jack said sheepishly as he dashed off.

“BYE JACK!!” the boy yelled, further embarrassing Jack, “I’M HARRISON!”
Jack felt a weirdly warm, happy feeling rush over him. He smiled and kept walking. Harrison looked down at the card and smiled himself.
“I think I just made a friend.”

* * *

Harrison turned and walked back to his tent. He sat down on the ground looking at the card he’d just been handed. For some reason, he was a little captivated by the whole exchange with this handsome mystery man rushing by. Usually, Harrison just smiled cutely, said something nice, grabbed the cash and moved on. For some strange reason, this felt different.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Harrison’s friend Blaze asked. “Oh, a, a business card,” Harrison replied softly. “And what the fuck do we do with that? Did you get anything useful from that guy? Or does that card get us unlimited McMuffins?” Blaze barked. “No, no, he gave me 20 bucks.” “Well fuck! All three of us can eat good with that!” said a very excited Blaze. Harrison, still looking at the card, shook himself out of whatever he was feeling and replied, “Yeppers! Let’s go! Lucas! We’re going to McDonald’s!”

* * *

Harrison turned 18 just a few weeks ago. He’s been living on the streets of DC for close to three years. He never expected to be homeless this long. Actually, he never expected to be homeless at all.

As a young boy, Harrison always knew he was gay. He never felt ‘different’ or anything like that. He knew what it was, he was gay. He grew up in Iowa, the only child of two deeply religious fundamentalist Christian parents. His father was a minister in the local evangelical church. His mother was a devout ‘servant to the Lord’. Harrison’s parents were always pushing their faith onto him. He played along, but never felt comfortable. The older he got, the more he hated it.
Not knowing who he could turn to, Harrison went to the library and got on one of the computers. He wasn’t allowed to have one of his own for whatever weird reasons his parents decided. He looked up places he could call or go to, someone he might send an email to or chat with. Finding nothing at the time, he signed off and went home. He usually took the longest possible route, so he could avoid being around his mother too long.

Harrison did not expect what he came home to - two very angry parents. There was a lot of yelling. It all sounded like noise to Harrison. He only remembers the last thing his father said at that moment; “I am shocked by this blatant insult to the Lord Jesus Christ! Don’t you know this is an abomination against God?” His father didn’t give Harrison a chance to even try to answer the question. He really didn’t care what Harrison had to say. His mother waived a piece of paper at him, eventually letting him take it. It was a report from the library. Apparently, the library tracks what people do on the computers and Harrison’s searches caught the attention of the clerk behind the counter, who was a follower of his father’s church. She printed it off and brought it to his parents. Harrison was sent to his room.

The next day, Harrison’s father told him to get dressed and they were leaving immediately. This made Harrison nervous. His father pushed him toward the car and demanded he get in. They rode in the car for about an hour in silence. Eventually, they pulled up to a place called ‘The Camp of God’s Grace’. His father pulled in, got out of the car and went into the office. When he came back out, there were two other men with him. They took Harrison by the hand and took him toward the building. “Where am I father? What is going on? What’s happening to me?” A tearful Harrison called back. “They’re going to fix you, son. Get the devil out of you!” Harrison was being committed to a gay conversion camp.

After two of the worst weeks of his life, Harrison was sent home. He felt no different than he did when he was sent there. He knew he was still gay. Nothing changed, despite the drastic measures taken to ‘cure’ him. The camp counselors told his parents that Harrison wasn’t curable and that they feared the worst for him, that he’d soon die of AIDS. Harrison’s mother sat in the kitchen crying. Harrison’s father handed him a bag and told him to take it and leave. “You are not my son. You are dead to me. May God have mercy on you, boy.” Harrison burst into tears. “How could you do this to me?” His father just turned and walked away. He looked back for a moment, “if you are still here when I come back into this room, I will have you taken away. Go.” Harrison, still crying, looked at his mother. She just looked back at him, expressionless, and pointed to the door. Harrison walked out. Never to return.

* * *

Jack had a long, exhausting day of meetings, a lunch, a dinner and lots of being ‘on’. It was after 9 pm, a nearly 14 hour day, he just wanted to get back to the hotel and have a cocktail and crash. He wasn’t even interested in a hook up, that meant he was really worn down, a rare occurrence, as Jack usually had boundless energy - and was perpetually horny.

Jack got into the car he hired and told the driver to get him back to the hotel. As he was driving back, Harrison slowly entered his mind again, as he had several times that day. Even though it was out of the way, and he was tired, Jack told the driver to drop him at a location just about a block away from the park.

“Are you sure, Sir? There’s nothing going on over there and the homeless are all over that area and can be trouble sometimes.” “I’ll be fine, just drop me off, thank you.”

Jack got out of the car and got his bearings. He walked toward the park and as he got closer, he felt…butterflies? He was actually nervous. Would he see the boy again? Would the boy even want to see him again? What would he even do if he saw the boy again? Jack approached the park and dashed past it quickly. “Well, that was pointless,” he said to himself. “It’s a kid Jack, you have nothing to be nervous about. You just left dinner with the fucking Speaker of the House. This is just a homeless kid.”

After convincing himself, Jack walked more slowly by the park. “Hey, Harrison!” a voice yelled, “there’s that guy again!” Jack stopped dead in his tracks, surprised at being announced to the entire park and also concerned who else might see what was going on. A bunch of the guys there, standing around a fire, looked up to see what was up. Harrison poked his head out of a tent.

“Good eye, Lucas!” Harrison shouted back to his friend. “Hey handsome!” Harrison shouted to Jack.

Instead of standing in the safety of the park, behind the hedges and benches, Harrison jumped over the hedge and sat down on the bench. He patted his hand on the bench to signal Jack to come and sit. Jack walked over and sat down at the opposite end of the bench.
“I don’t bite, you know,” Harrison said coyly. “Yes, I’m sure you don’t. I’m still not sure what I’m doing here.”

Jack knew exactly why he was there, to meet Harrison. He had no other reason to be even in that part of the city at this hour. It was all about Harrison, this ridiculously adorable boy with dark rimmed glasses, long hair, the cutest smile and a little bit of attitude.

“You’re here to buy me dinner, that’s why you’re here.” “Well, I, uh, just…um,” Jack stammered, “had dinner? I can buy you dinner. Give you cash.”

Harrison was unconvinced by the shy display from Jack.

“You can have a drink while I eat. We can’t go anyplace too nice, I’m not exactly dressed for it, but I know where we can go.”

Jack sighed, he knew he was snagged. “OK, take me where you want to go.”

Most of the guys in the park had gone back to whatever they were doing, except the two other boys. They were smiling and giving Harrison a thumbs up, thinking he had scored a good trick. For all Jack knew, he was being taken to a dark area to be rolled. Harrison seemed too sweet for that, but he sure as hell was slick – and a bit of a smart aleck. This further endeared him to the boy.