The Boy That Wasn't Chapter 1
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At this stage, this story isn't specifically centered on clinical transsexuality nor does it take issue with the politics concerning this topic. It explores natural occurring, extreme femininity of a boy and how it effects the relationships in his life. Sexual content is included on the basis of authenticity and believability
I will find difficult to continue this story without feedback and even some guidance from interested readers. jet2larkin at geemale dot cum (reinterpret)
The Boy Who Wasn't (part1)
by Larkin all rights reserved
It was dry and hot and the open window let in the sounds of traffic 3 stories below. It was a single room occupancy and even though it was almost noon, Jennifer was still in bed. She was just over 30 years old but she was still beautiful. She lay naked covered partially with just a sheet. Next to her lay her 14 year old son, Josiah.
It was remarkable, but they were almost identical. Josiah was just a younger version. Jennifer was still trim and they both had blue eyes and beautiful blond hair. Josiah's was hair was shorter but it was a longish rough cut.
They stood in front of the mirror, arm in arm. Jennifer saw how much alike they looked. She was older but Josiah was beautiful just like she was at that age. It was as if she had given birth to herself..
She laughed. "Josey, I used to be as flat as you and I was so self-conscious and look at you, you don't have anything to worry about."
Then she cupped her own tits and gave them a shake.
The dream of living in Hollywood hadn't quite turned out like she and her boy had hoped. The large mattress that lay on the floor was the only bed. Josiah got up and peed into a plastic tumbler and at the window, looked to see if anyone was standing below, then he dumped it and crawled back into bed with his mother.
"We ought to get up, don't ya think?"
They had stayed up almost all night, talking, eating pizza and watching old movies on a fluttering old black and white TV.
Josiah said, "Don't ya think I should try to get a job or something, you know maybe like Arbee's drive through?"
They turned and faced each other. She pulled him close and hugged him. "I know, you probably should but I am always afraid I'll lose you. If you went away I'm afraid I'd die without you. Josey, you're still my little boy."
Josiah hugged his mother. "Don't worry, I'll never leave you."
His voice was soft and feminine like hers.
Finally rising, Josiah pulled his underpants up over his small erection, then his jeans and yesterday's tee-shirt, proclaiming, "Earth Day" on its faded front.
"I'll be ready in a minute." His Mother collected some things and went out into the hall to the only bathroom on the floor.
When she returned she said, "Let's go to Denny's for breakfast?"
~
The waitress came and without any visible emotion, looked at one and then the other.
Jennifer said, "I'll have the French-toast and a glass of orange juice."
"I'll have the same thing. Oh don't forget the syrup."
When she heard Josey speak, the waitresses' glaze had turned sour and disapproving. "You want coffee with that?"
Josey and Jennifer never drank coffee.
Jennifer, leaned forward and talked in hushed tones. "Josey, I have a date tonight and he's comin to the room. I have some money so you can go to the movies and I promise I will have him out before you get home."
He listened without comment.
"Josey, we need the money. If I don't get it we'll be back on the street."
Josey was not critical. He was resigned to what the world had become and he and his mom did what they needed to do to survive and stay together. He remembered how they had to leave Texas in the middle of the night because the state was going to take him away from her. The image of the the black highway disappearing behind them in the rushing car had stayed with him. He was only 10 at the time and hadn't been back to school since.
Anyway there had been other times when he had to get lost so Jennifer could meet someone. It wasn't explained in so many words but she gave him money, and shooed him off. He took the bus to Santa Monica to spend the day on the beach but came home early.
The door opened just when Josey was coming up the stairs. The man looked at him and called back to Jennifer. "Damn, I didn't know you had a daughter, next time I'll do her!"
He smiled at Josiah and pushed passed him towards the stairs. Back in the room, his mother said nothing.
~
It was a toss-up between Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze in "Ghost" or Richard Gere and Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman".
Josey liked sad love stories so he decided on Ghost. He knew he might cry during the movie but that was alright. He liked the feeling. He might even sit through it twice.
He remembered his mother dancing around in the small room, "We're both gonna be movie stars!" But it never happened. They went to the movies instead.
At first, California was exciting but it soon wore off to reveal a hard and unforgivable land where everyone was better than you and the police were always watching and waiting for just one misstep.
~
As it turned out the theater at the shabbier end of Sunset Blvd was mostly empty. The movie hadn't even started when a guy leaned over from the row behind. He pointed at the seat next to Josey in the almost empty theater. "Anyone sittin here?"
Josey gave him an irritated glare.
"I seen you come in and I think you're pretty cute."
"I'm not a girl!"
A few disparaging words was usually enough to get rid of them.
Towards the end of the second viewing, a man sat in the row in front of Josey. At first it was ok but after awhile he kept looking back.
"Hey, what's up?"
Josey ignored him.
"Hey, you interested?"
This time he looked directly at him and in an annoyed voice he said, "Interested in what?"
He showed him the corner of a $100 bill. "Come on... in my car, it'll be over before you know it."
Josey was apprehensive but he knew that his mother needed money. The idea of getting it seemed to justify anything. He was a big man dressed all in black. The two walked out of the theater together.
He started the his car and pulled onto Sunset. "What's your name?"
Josey sat a close to the passenger side door. He shrugged and said nothing.
The man said, "So, you do this all the time, don't you?"
They both knew what he was talking about. "No, I never done it before."
"You mean you never had a stiff dick in your mouth?"
"No,"
"Well, do you like a big dick."
Without looking at the man he said, "I don't know?"
His car headed up into the Hollywood hills. "Well you think you'd like to find out?"
"I don't know?"
"If you don't, it's alright I'll just drop you back down on Sunset, no harm done."
Saying that it was his choice to do it or not relieved the tension and allowed him to relax around the strange man. He also thought about the money.
"Ok, maybe I'll try it."
The car came to a stop on a dark and secluded road. The man undid his belt and opened his pants. Now Josey knew he had to do it. The man shook his cock and placing his hand at the back of Josey's neck, he pulled the boy towards it.
"Open up little girl." His voice was soothing.
"Come on, say ahh and I'll do the rest."
It was long and it filled his mouth entirely. The man held Josey's head in place and pushed his large cock in and out of the boy's mouth. Josey let go of his apprehension. Instead of being foul and disgusting it felt good going into his mouth. He found it strangely comforting and it provoked in him an actual desire to do it. It was intoxicating and Josey now understood why people would do such a thing.
The ritual went on and on and Josey continued doing without tiring. Soon it increased in intensity and was nearing resolution.
He spoke is the same calming voice. "To earn your money, you have to let me cum into your mouth. whether you swallow it or spit it out is your decision just let me finish cuming before you do."
He let Josey know just before and it poured out in surges, thick and warm. He felt its force on the roof of his mouth and when he looked up to see the man's face, it was in shadows.
He gave Josey a towel to spit into. "Don't worry, you will not die, it's not poison. Next time, try to swallow it..."
On the ride back down to Sunset, he said, "You ever have a big cock up your ass?
Josey shook his head no.
"Have you thought about it?"
"No."
"Well if you find that you are considering the idea, come and see me first because I want to be the one to make you into a girl. I don't exaggerate when I say, it would be my pleasure.."
He wrote his phone number on a scrap of paper and gave it to Josey.
"Just ask for Clark.."
To be continued
I will find difficult to continue this story without feedback and even some guidance from interested readers. jet2larkin at geemale dot cum (reinterpret)