Tossed Away Kid

By Bill Porter

Published on Feb 7, 2002

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Tossed Away Kid - Chapter 17

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone in real life is a coincidence.

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This is a story of love, hope, and trust. It also deals with rejection, false hope, and mistrust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme and will not be graphically described. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't get caught reading it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.


When I woke up I noticed the room was still dark, yet I felt refreshed. I was still spooning Danny, and I could hear his soft rhythmic breathing. I didn't consider how lucky I was at that moment. The only thing on my mind was the fact that I needed to pee real badly. As I tried to remove myself from Danny he stirred.

"Good morning, Danny, I love you," I stated softly with passion.

"Good afternoon, Tommy, I love you too. I woke up earlier but I felt so good in your arms I was able to fall back asleep."

"How can it be afternoon? It's still dark."

"My dad put some cardboard over the windows and duct taped around them. That way the sun wouldn't be shining on us this morning. I stayed up late last night so I'd be able to sleep with you and get up at the same time. I did wake up around 10:00 but, like I said, I felt so good in your arms I just fell right back asleep."

"I'd love to sit here and chitchat, Danny, but I've got to pee like a racehorse. If you'll excuse me?"

"Me too."

With that said, Danny and I made a mad rush for the bathroom. We've been peeing together for years so neither had a problem with a shy bladder. After much relief Danny asked if I wanted to take a shower. I told him I needed a workout first and then I'd be ready for a shower as I have not worked out for several days. He said he'd workout with me. We went back to his room and put on some sweats. I looked at his clock and found out that it was indeed afternoon. We slept until 12:30 and it was now quarter to 1:00. We passed his mother on the way outside and she asked if we were hungry. I told her we were going to workout and after that we would be happy to have something to eat when we're finished. She asked if we wanted breakfast or lunch and Danny replied 'both'.

We went in Danny's backyard and started with stretching exercises. Then we did jumping jacks, situps, push-ups, and other exercises. We finished off by running in place. Danny lasted for about five minutes. I kept running in place for about a half-hour, I figured that would be about three miles. I would have rather gone for a run but I remembered I wasn't supposed to go anyplace without Mike or Mark.

We went back inside all sweaty and true to her word Mrs. Smith had a big meal waiting for us on the table. It consisted of hash brown potatoes, hamburgers, a salad, and orange juice. We dug in and in no time the food was gone. Danny and I went upstairs and took a shower together. We took our time and were able to relieve all our frustration as well as getting clean. Then we went back into Danny's room and got dressed.

"Tommy, I can't believe how long this summer is taking. It seems as if time is standing still."

"I can't believe how fast it's going, Danny. I mean, look at the clock; it's already 2:00. Another two hours and Mike will be here."

"Why is that, Tommy? I mean, time is moving so slow for me and yet so fast for you."

"I am doing an incredible number of activities every day. It's like my mind is always occupied. It doesn't give me time to even think about my problems or feel sorry for myself. And when I am with you, time seems to even go by faster. I guess it's a good thing,. when I consider that none of this would have happened if my father would not have found that letter. I'd still be sitting at home feeling miserable. The two weeks after you left, Danny, was the longest two weeks of my life and since then it seems like hardly any time has passed at all."

"I think I understand what you're talking about, Tommy. It seems I am spending most of my time longing to see you. Although Rick and Bill have kept me company, it is not the same as when you're around. When we're together, Tommy, it's like the clock moves 10 times faster than when you're not. I'm just glad you're here."

"As long as I can remember, Danny, I've never been bored around you. You've always made me feel happy, and accepted. Even when just watching TV it's better watching it with you. I can't wait until this is all over so I can spend time with you again like we used to."

"Do you suppose it will ever be like it used to be, Tommy? I mean, everything is up in the air right now. Although I'm trying to think positively, my dad has taught me that sometimes things don't work out the way we'd like to see them work out. He has warned me to not take anything for granted. I just hope we can find a way to be together."

"I guess, Danny, I had an epiphany (a word I just learned the meaning of) the day you moved away. And that is, everything is temporary and we need to make the most of the time we have together. I guess I took time for granted. I always assumed we'd be together at least through high school. And tell you the truth, Danny, I think I missed your parents more than I missed you. I love them very much. They have been more like parents to me than my own parents. Every important event in my life they were there for me when my own parents ignored me. I can't imagine what life would be like without you guys a part of it."

"I think you need to tell them that, Tommy. I know they feel the same way about you. But you're right; in this life we can't take things for granted. There is always somebody that wants to take it away. But now I'd like to hear about last night. And tell me all the juicy details."

I told Danny about last night and all about Sgt. O'Brien and Officer 'Big Daddy' and all the other members of the vice squad. I went into great detail describing all the different Johns that were hitting on Mike and me, when we heard the phone ringing.

"Tommy, it's for you," Mrs. Smith shouted from downstairs. Danny has an extension in his room so I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Tommy, this is Greg Stevens."

"Hi, Mr. Stevens, Mike's not here yet, I expect him here about 4:30."

"I didn't call to talk to him, Tommy. I called to talk to you. I talked to a lawyer friend of mine who called a lawyer friend of his in the Chicago area. He has agreed to represent you going forward whenever you may need a lawyer. His name is Mr. Bernard. I will send you his address and phone number. You need to go and see him within the next week and pay him a small retainer. He said $10 would be sufficient. That way if ever you're in need of a lawyer you'll have one available."

"I don't know what to say except thank you, Mr. Stevens. Hopefully I won't need one but it's good to know that if I need legal advice dealing with custody or other issues I have someone to represent me."

"It's really no big deal, Tommy, it was a simple phone call for me. He is however one of the very best lawyers in Chicago and also from what I've heard a very fair man. He doesn't often take cases such as yours. He is a high profile criminal lawyer; however, after talking with my lawyer and a quick call to the head of Illinois state police he was convinced taking your custody case is the right thing to do. Also, I talked to Mike earlier today and he seemed a bit depressed. I made a few phone calls and he might be in for a surprise later today too. Don't say anything about it. I want it to be a surprise."

"I won't say anything to him, Mr. Stevens. And I appreciate all you've done for me. Mike is such a special guy and I know where he gets it."

"One other thing, Tommy, Mr. Bernard recommended that you take all the money you have so far and buy savings bonds. Have Mr. Smith open up a safety deposit box and deposit the savings bonds in there. Have him make it a joint box between the two of you so that you have a key and access to the box. Tell nobody other than Mr. Smith about this box. Your parents have no idea that you are working and earning money. We want to keep it that way."

"I will do, Mr. Stevens, and thank you very much."

"I'm glad to help, Tommy. I'm sure everything will work out. And be very careful the next few weeks, Chicago can be very dangerous town."

"I will, Mr. Stevens, do you have anything else?"

"Not at this time, Tommy, I'm going to give Mr. Smith a phone call and tell him what we just went over. Make sure you take care of those things as soon as you get a chance."

"I should have time to take care of it Monday or Tuesday. I won't be working and am sure Mike will be willing to help me find Mr. Bernard."

"Very good, Tommy, have a great day, nice talking to you again."

"Thanks, nice talking to you again too, Mr. Stevens."

I no more than got off the phone with Mr. Stevens when the doorbell rang. Danny looked at me with sad eyes.

"I guess you're right, Tommy, time really does move fast when we're together. I can't believe it's time for you to go already."

I looked at the clock and saw it was quarter after 4. I could hardly believe myself that four hours had gone by already. "If you wait up for me, Danny, we could have a little fun before I go to sleep."

"I'll try, Tommy, but in either case you can wake me when you get home. As a matter of fact I'll be disappointed if you don't," Danny said with puppy dog eyes. I just love him when he does that. No one can pout quite like Danny.

I gave Danny a hug and kiss and we said goodbye. Then we went downstairs and saw Mike talking with Mrs. Smith. Mike said we better get going if we want to catch our train on time and so we all said goodbye. During the ride over to the train station Mike was very quiet. We parked the truck and walked up to the platform just as the train pulled in. We got on board and found a fairly empty section to sit in. I finally had to ask Mike what was going on.

"What's wrong, Mike? You've hardly spoken at all. Have I done something wrong?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Tommy. It's just; this is the longest I've been away from Mark in almost a year. Since we met last October we've been together night and day ever since. I guess you really never know how much you love someone until you're separated. I can't seem to get him off my mind. Last night was really hard to concentrate because I kept thinking of Mark. And I had a very hard time falling asleep last night in what seemed like a very empty apartment."

"If you like, you could stay in my room with the Smiths. I'm sure you would be more than welcome there."

"It just wouldn't be the same without Mark. The only reason I'm here this summer is to be with Mark. I have no real interest in police work, Tommy. However, I do like to help people. I've come to think of you as a close friend and will do anything I can to help you. Part of the problem is when Mark is off I'll be working and when I'm off Mark won't be around. I guess the test of any relationship revolves around spending time together. But for some reason being separated from Mark makes me love and miss him all that much more."

"Well, Mike, we know there are only three weeks left of training. And you can figure that Mark will be released to work with us some time before training ends. So perhaps we'll only have to wait another week or so before he joins us."

"I hope you're right, Tommy."

The rest of the train ride in we rode in silence, each deep in his own thoughts. I continued to consider what I talked about earlier with Danny about how time seems to be moving so quickly for me and yet so slow for him. I came to the conclusion that time is relative. Everyone perceives it differently. And I had yet another epiphany. As we grow older our own perception of time changes. Remaining deep in thought I soon realized we were at our train stop. Mike and I disembarked and made our way down to the police station. The same sergeant was on duty as yesterday and buzzed us in without any questions. We walked up to Sergeant O'Brien's door and knocked.

"Come in," we heard Sgt. O'Brien say.

We open the door and walked in. The frown that Mike had been wearing all afternoon was replaced with a smile of joy. Standing in front of us in all his glory was Mark with a big silly grin on his face. He was decked out in the City of Chicago police uniform. I could definitely see what Mike sees in him. There was also another man in the office that I didn't recognize. He was wearing a suit and looked to be in his mid-40s.

"Mark, what are you doing here?"

"I'm glad to see you too, Mike."

"Hi, Tommy and Mike, good to see you this evening," replied Sgt. O'Brien. "Let me introduce you to Captain Sanders. He is in charge of this precinct."

He came over and shook both our hands. "It's nice to meet you, Mike and Tommy. I've heard good things about both of you. I'm very happy to have you on board even if it is for a short time. Let me explain to you about Mark. It seems Mike's father was not real happy about them being separated. So he called the Mayor of Chicago, who called Capt. Wright, who called me. Other arrangements were made to take over Mark's responsibilities. He'll be joining you throughout the rest of your training. Speaking of which, Sgt. O'Brien needs to explain the game plan for tonight. If you have any questions or problems that Sgt. O'Brien is not able to resolve please feel free to contact me. Here's my card with pager and cell phone number. You are welcome to call me anytime night or day. Once again I wish to thank you for being a part of our station." With that said, Captain Sanders shook our hands and left the office.

"There is a fine line between a sting operation and entrapment. In a sting operation we're trying to create the same conditions that exist in real life. If we were to try to send a uniformed police officer into a liquor store who obviously looks underage to buy alcohol we would be using different conditions than in real life. No one in his or her right mind would sell a bottle of liquor to young Tommy here dressed in police uniform. Therefore we need to make them believe that you are in fact teenagers and not police officers trying to obtain alcohol. The courts define entrapment as committing a crime in order to get someone else to commit a crime. In sting operations we don't let anyone know that you are actually an officer. That way they don't realize they're being entrapped."

"This is the way it's going to work. First, Officer Keith will enter the convenience store or liquor store and put himself in a position where he can see the clerk. Then Mike and Tommy will enter the store and proceed directly to the counter. Mike will ask for a six-pack of beer, pint of whiskey, bottle of wine, whatever you feel like asking for. When the clerk asks for an ID you'll hand them a $20 bill. Then if you are successful, Tommy will ask for a pack of cigarettes. Once again, we don't care what brand. If you are asked for an ID you will give them a $10 bill. You'll find that a store clerk making eight dollars an hour will be more than happy to make a quick $10 or $15 even if they know you are underage. Before you have an opportunity to walk out the door two uniformed officers, one being Mark, shall enter the store. They will question you where you got what is in your hands. At this point, it will be perceived by the store clerk that you are being arrested when in fact you are going to the next store. The store clerk will never realize you are actually police officers involved in a sting operation. They will think it's just bad luck or bad timing. If the clerk denies selling you anything, Officer Keith shall step forward and say he saw the whole thing."

"At that point citations will be written up and the whole team will move to the next store. We do not arrest store clerks or owners at this point. In the City of Chicago all store clerks have to be bonded if they sell alcohol or tobacco. Their bond has already been posted. If they fail to appear in court then a bench warrant shall be issued for their arrest and their bond forfeited. So we won't be taking anybody to jail. Any questions?"

"That was a very thorough explanation, Sgt. O'Brien," answered Mark. "What kind of special equipment will we be using for this operation?"

"As liquor stores and convenience stores aren't necessarily the safest places to be at night, we will all be wearing bulletproof vests. Mike and Tommy will also be wearing a wire so that we can make sure our timing is correct. Should the store clerk or owner become aware of the fact that this is a sting operation and plead not guilty based on entrapment the charges will be dropped. It's not cost-effective to go to court and fight for such a minor offense. This operation is however a cash cow. On a guilty plea we receive money both from the clerk and the storeowner. The clerk doesn't necessarily get fired on first offense for these kinds of activities. Usually it results in disciplinary action. So I don't want you guys to feel that you might be costing somebody his or her job. It's a win-win situation. The City of Chicago can gain quite a better revenue in this manner. And we can also help curtail the amount of alcohol and cigarettes being sold the teenagers in the City."

"Sounds like fun. When do we get started?" answered a much happier looking Mike.

"As soon as we can get you guys ready and grab a quick something to eat. I'll take Mark around and introduce him to everyone while you two are getting ready."

It didn't take us very long to get ready. The bulletproof we put on fit easily under our loose shirts. Modern bulletproof vests are designed to stop penetration from normal bullets. However, they do nothing to stop the force of impact. Although they are light and nonintrusive, getting hit with a 45-caliber slug at close range can be compared to getting hit with a baseball bat swung as hard as a major league player. I just hope I never have to experience that.

Mike turned from all frowns to all smiles. It's great seeing him happy again. I kinda missed Mark too and am glad we'll be working together again. After we finished changing, the whole vice group gathered together and we went out to eat. We ended up at a Chinese takeout. After final instructions from Sgt. O'Brien we headed towards our first destination of the night. Mark was teamed up with Officer Sanchez. He is almost as big as Mark is. As planned, Officer Keith went in first. Followed by Mike and me. It was basically a convenience store that also sold liquor. Mike and I walked up to the refrigerated cabinet and he grabbed a six-pack of beer. I was incredibly nervous. Mike seemed far more calm. He walked up to the counter and set the beer on the counter. The clerk appeared to be in his mid 20's.

"I'm going to need to see your ID," stated the clerk.

"Is Jackson old enough for you?" replied Mike as he handed the clerk a $20 bill.

"He sure is old enough," replied the clerk. And placed the six-pack of beer in a brown paper bag and handed it to Mike.

"And I'll take a pack of Camel filter soft pack," I said to the clerk.

"I'll need to see your ID too," he replied.

"How about Hamilton, is he old enough?" I said handing him a $10 bill.

He took my $10 bill and handed me the pack of cigarettes. Mike and I moved towards the door when Mark and Officer Sanchez walked through the door. I still had a pack of cigarettes in my hands.

"You two hold it right there," stated Officer Sanchez. He took my cigarettes and collected the bag with beer in it from Mike. "You two are in big trouble, I need to see your ID's."

"We don't have any, officer," replied Mike.

"Looks like you have to come with us, where did you get this beer and cigarettes, you didn't have them when you walked in here. We been watching you for a while now."

Acting really nervous, Mike replied, "He sold it to us," pointing at the clerk.

"I'll deal with this," stated Officer Sanchez. "You take these two and put them in the back of the car while I write the citations."

Mark escorted us out and then came back into the store to help with the paperwork. The guy tried to deny selling us the cigarettes and beer, however Officer Keith stepped forward and said he saw the whole thing. He said he would gladly testify that the clerk sold us the items.

The whole process took all of about 10 minutes. It was repeated time and time again throughout the night. Several places totally refused to sell us anything. One place even called security and then called the police to have us arrested. Of course Mark and Officer Sanchez came to our rescue. I would say we went to a total of 60 different stores that night with 90 percent of them supplying us with what we asked for. I was amazed at how easy it was for us to purchase alcohol and tobacco by simply offering far more than what it was worth. No one ever suspected that Mike and I were police officers. I saw Mike get a nervous scared look on his face sixty times as Mark and Officer Sanchez walked through the door. I think he's missing his calling. I think he would make an excellent actor.

By the time we got back to the station and all situated it was almost 2:30. Sgt. O'Brien congratulated us on a good night's work and explained in one night Mike and I had been able to secure more than $50,000 in fines now owed to the City of Chicago. I guess this operation really is a cash cow. It takes a lot of traffic tickets to make $50,000. We made our way back the train station and as all three of us were quite tired from a long day's work didn't say much to each other. The train ride back was uneventful and soon Mike and Mark were dropping me off at Danny's house. I asked Mike and Mark if they could come by around 1:00 tomorrow so we can go running together. I promised them a good breakfast-lunch in return. They readily agreed.

I went upstairs to our room and found Danny sound asleep. He was lying shirtless on his back with his cover around his waist. After two or three licks of the tender skin of his chest he soon stirred to life. About a half-hour later we both fell asleep in each other's arms, grateful and satisfied that once again we are united.


To be continued...

Next: Chapter 18


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