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Subject: Heres looking at you kid HOLA PEEPS! Hope you are all doing well. This afternoon I read something in the newspapers about gangs in Western Cape Province of South Africa, where I live. Along with the article was a photo of said gangsters. Believe it or not, these are young boys as old as a mere fourteen. Forced into gangsterism because for some, it’s the only way out of poverty. I write this story with that in mind. Hope you guys enjoy it ail LOOKING AT YOU KID The lights were on. Fucking hell. That only meant one thing. Someone was in my house. On sheer horrid instinct I parked my car on the other side of the street that I lived in and got my service pistol out of its holster. Whoever was in there better have a hope in hell because after today I was really in a mood to do someone some serious harm. I checked the gun and made sure if it contained bullets after the shooting spree, I was forced to use this afternoon when a minibus taxi was hijacked next to the side of the road and we, the cops, were called in just in time. Seemed so in vain though, because whilst the fuckers rained their own colossal of gun arsenals on us, and to make everything worse, an innocent little boy was shot and killed instantly because of sheer utter evil scum of the earth who had no conscious or even the mentality to care for human life, no matter what the age was. Before driving home this evening, I had to tell that little boy’s grandmother, as both his parents were deceased, that her only grandson was brutally murdered in the gripping taxi violence that always seemed to stream in Cape Town, South Africa. I had just about enough of the gun violence in this god forsaken province. And now…after ALL of that…I get home, and knowing that I NEVER would have left any lights on, there it was. Someone was inside MY house, that I was still paying off on a sheer detective’s salary, and probably rummaging and stealing MY fucking stuff that I worked DAMN hard to even afford. Unfortunately for them I was in a mood that no one out there could temper. My gun in hand, I jumped over the fence and hid around the corner of the house where I could get a clearer view of what was going on inside. Suddenly the light inside my living room was turned off, and after a few seconds, the dimmer lights of torches could be seen, for the life of me, I just couldn’t see who the fuckers was. I grabbed my house keys from inside my leather jacket and activated the alarm. Sirens as loud as the day was night BLASTED over the complex where I lived. I heard definite scurrying inside the house and loud voices were suddenly the order of the day. One hooded figure broke and completely shattered my living room window to get to the outside before I could even TRY and get a hold of him and he was gone and down the street like a vice. Knowing there was at least one more intruder inside my home, having seen two lights from two torches, I had enough. His friend would probably also make sure use of my broken window and I was right. The moment the second fucker jumped and fell onto the wet grass I had him. “Piss off! Lemme go!” he screamed and momentarily I was stunned into silence. Whoever this was, he was young. Teenage young most definitely, his voice gave him away, as his incredibly lanky, skinny frame and build betrayed himself. Once I had control of my actions, I grabbed his stealing ass and literally dragged him inside my home. In the darkness of the living room, I threw him down onto the couch and finally switched on the electrics at long last, to get a good look at one of the people who was in my home for God knows how long, before I had even arrived. Jesus…this was a kid. A mere teenager. Fucking hell. He couldn’t have been older than fourteen, perhaps even fifteen at a certain stretch. What the hell was he doing in here and how the fuck did they even GET IN? “Are you gonna talk to me or should I get my cop buddies in here?” I thundered across the room towards him. He sat up; his hoodie now completely uncovered from his face. Again…I felt my emotions rock my heart so badly, but I knew I had to hide who I truly was. Fuck, I had been doing it all my damn life and every day at my job…I was used to faking emotions for a living. “Lemme go! I aint do nothing!” the kid yelled out in a voice that rivelled mine for volume so badly, I thought the neighbours might think that I was raping him. I walked over to him as domineering at as I possibly could for a secretly gay copper, and stood before him with my arms folded. He visibly lost color in his face and swallowed slowly, his Adams apple moving up and down as he did. My cock stirred. Shit, he was beautiful. Sexy as hell, rawness shone through him like only a kid that lived on the streets probably could have. The things that he must have seen and experienced in his short life… JASON! GET A GRIP! HE BROKE INTO YOUR HOME! “If you don’t lemme go, I’ll scream. I swear I’ll scream…” he whispered, but with a lot less bravado than he previously had shown. I smiled and knelt before him, and he etched even further away from on the leather couch. “And who’s gonna come and rescue you? I’m a cop, as you can see. Who’s gonna believe you? How exactly did you and your little friend get in here? TELL ME!” The kid folded his arms and sniffed the air twice. “I aint telling. I aint a grass.” I sighed and stood up. I took out my cellphone from my jacket and pretended to call the office. “What are you doing?” the kid asked, his eyes suddenly as wide as Chinese saucers. “What do you think? I’m calling the station. Congratulations, you’re spending the night in a nice, uncomfortable jail cell.” “NO! Please dude…I mean, Officer, please don’t do that! Look, I’ll go, okay? I’ll go and you’ll never see me again, but please, anything but that! Anything but jail, please…” He was begging so intensely and was looking so vulnerable all of a sudden and even a stone-cold heart as mine would have crumbled. And it had NOTHING to do with the fact that he was handsome as hell, and even more so when he was staring straight into my eyes. Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy. No…Jason, control yourself. For god’s sake. “YOU broke into my home. What else am I supposed to do? Better diyarbakır escort start talking, Kid, because I had one hell of a day and the last thing I wanna do is deal with a thief in my house. Get going. NOW!” The kid swallowed once more and sat forward. His eyes didn’t leave mine for a single second. It was only then, that I moved closer to him, that I could see in what kinda state he was truly in. For starters, he had a black eye, for starters. His neck had blue-yellowish marks spread across it as far as I could see and if that wasn’t enough, his bottom lip was crusted with dried blood, as if someone had hit him a day or so before. JASON…FOCUS! “It wasn’t my idea, okay? It was my friend, Zero, who wanted to teach you a lesson. He knew you are a cop because you arrested his brother like, two weeks ago! I didn’t even wanna come but he forced me! He said I was skinny enough to get through tight spots like a window or a doggie door or some shit like that. I didn’t even wanna! OKAY? There, now you happy?” I sighed and stood up, still weary that all of this might be some kind of ploy to escape. “And where is…this Zero person now?” He shrugged. “I dunno. Probably back at the squat, where else would he be?” Damn. My instincts were correct. These two punks were street kids. Homeless, even perhaps. Fucking hell. A kid this young and even more importantly, perhaps, this beautiful should never have been on the streets in the first place. My heart weakened at the sight of him now. My trusted police instincts told me that he could be lying to have me feel sorry for him. My heart told me the complete and total opposite. I wanted to believe him on looks alone, although that wasn’t possible. Not in this town. “Did you two manage to take anything?” Again, he shook his head in the negative. “Didn’t get a chance, the damn alarm went off. Sorry…” he said, after he must have head how that sounded. “So, if I didn’t come home when I did, then you two idiots would have robbed me blind. And you want me to believe that you had nothing to do with this?” “I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT TO!” he shouted and to my utter shock, a tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. His eyes widened as he realized he was crying and he quickly wiped it from his face. I froze. Either this kid was busy performing the acting job of his life, or what he was telling me in the god’s honest truth. I preferred the latter but you just never knew. “Can I go? Please, just lemme go!” he pleaded once more, looking around the living room, now not even bothering to hide his nerves at this point any longer. Man…I would have loved to see what was under than baggy grey sweatshirt that he was wearing. The dirty damn thing was at least two sizes too big for him as well. But for fourteen, fifteen years of age…my mouth was literally drooling at what this handsome kid would look like without any clothes on. “Where are you staying right now? And with who?” Panic flooded his facial features even more and by now he was a nervous bundle of wrecks…his eyes all over my living room at any chance of perhaps getting away from being grilled by a police officer in uniform. “With my friends, okay? You can search me, I don’t have anything with me!” he yelled and before I could get a word in or stop him, he pulled up his sweatshirt and showed me his ripped stomach. His eyes were red as blood right then, and all I could do was simply…stare and admire. Kid had a six pack that most full-grown men didn’t even possess. Jesus…but he was so skinny, hell, even his ribs was showing. So, he worked out, but didn’t eat as much? Okay…focus… “Okay Kid, you can go. But if I ever…EVER see you around here again…” “Thanks, thanks, I promise, you’ll NEVER see me again!” he screamed before he did a quick one eighty around me and sped off in the direction of the front door, which he ripped open and just like THAT…he was gone. As if he had never even been here in the first place. A sadness, like I haven’t felt in a long time overwhelmed me as I sat down on the very same couch that he had been on mere seconds ago. I could still smell his scent…strangely enough the odor wasn’t bad. It was more earthy, like wet sand after lots of rain had fallen. I closed my eyes and sighed once more. Here I was. Detective Jason Hartley. Who just allowed a kid who broke into his home to get away scott free because he sort of had the hots for him? Jesus. Once more I thanked God that no one knew of my affliction. That no one knew that I secretly jerked off to images and mental pictures of teenage boys in various states of undress. How I drooled over their teenage energy, their lust for life, how I would get hard in SECONDS when ever I was picturing yummy teenage dicks…just ready for puberty to kick in. I’m a cop. I’m fucking masculine, even if I have to say so myself. And when you’re in my kinda job, in my neck of the woods, you have to be. I’m the last person you would EVER suspect of being gay pedophile…but that’s what I suppose I am. Sometimes I hated myself. I couldn’t just be gay, no…I had to be attracted to fucking school boys. Fuck sake. Damn, did I do the right thing sending that kid home and back to where he came from? That’s if he had a home, which I severely doubted. I stood up and took a good look inside the rest of my house and did a quick scan in my head to figure out if they didn’t take anything, but as far as I could see, everything that mattered was still there. He told the truth…but still, what would have happened if I didn’t come home when I did… ** About three weeks later, I had to admit I found myself still thinking about him. I just couldn’t get him outta my mind. And the fact that he was probably nothing more than a common street criminal did nothing to stop my process of thought. More than once…at night…with darkness around me, I pulled out my seven-inch dick and started pleasuring myself…and I would think of him. That exact moment that he lifted up his sweatshirt was embraided into the mind at every turn. His sexy, robust attitude, but also his softer side, as when he had pleaded with me to let him go. The fact that he had in all probability been assaulted düzce escort by God knows who, didn’t make me feel better either. FUCK. Tried as hard as I did, I couldn’t forget him. He was too beautiful, too precious. I had never felt about a boy EVER as I did about someone I barely knew and had spoken to for what had to be fifteen minutes tops. A call came into the station about some kids breaking and entering a jewelry store one Sunday afternoon and I happened to be at the station when it happened. Now, as a detective, I really didn’t need to worry about the small stuff, you usually send constables and rookie officers out into the field for that, but the mere fact that it was confirmed as KIDS doing it spanned my head into orbit. What if…what if it was HIM? When we turned up to the store, everything was ransacked, dumped into oblivion. I shook my head at what the financial damage had to be for all of this, before we heard a noise coming from the back. I silently signaled to my crew to be prepared, whoever was in there may have been armed themselves. We stormed in from all angles, trapping the youngsters who was caught red handed with gold and silver pieces in their grubby little hands…and my heart stopped. For a small moment, it actually stopped because it WAS him. It was actually HIM! Jesus! The shot was fired before I could do anything. I blanked out completely and because of that kid I hadn’t noticed that one of the fuckers had a fire arm in his possession. The pain that shot through my shoulder was surreal and it burned like the fires of hell, but fortunately I had my bullet proof vest on, as we always did. But the bullet was fired from such close proximity that it ripped through me and I stumbled backwards, giving the idiots time to make their escape. I grit my teeth in sheer frustration at what had happened. It was because of HIM! I lost all self-control because I was head over heels for a street thug! And to think I believed his story about being forced. Fuck that. MY shoulder was badly bruised and I would probably have intense pain for the next couple of days but for the most part I was fine. But first…I was going to find that kid and give him a piece of my mind. ** I didn’t have to wait long for that to happen. A desperate pair of knocks at my front door gave me my opportunity. I was watching soccer highlights at the time when I heard it. It was about five or six quickly following knocks, followed by a voice that I knew oh, so well. “Lemme in! Lemme in! Please!” I jumped up from where I was sitting, not even bothering to switch off the damn TV, and opened the door. The kid stumbled inside, his right eye completely covered in blood and it was holding his arm in an upright position. he stumbled off balance and fell shoulder first against my living room wall, before slowly sliding down and ending up on the floor. He stayed so still and so quiet that for a spilt second, I thought he might be dead…but then I heard it. Crying. Soft, soft sobs. His young body slowly but surely starting to shake immensely as everything he probably had inside his heart and soul was poured out in the moment. I was helpless, powerless in my current state, simply standing there allowing him to get it all out. Was I supposed to…hug him? Comfort him? Fuck. In the end, I just…stood there like a lump of clay and watched this beautiful, ever so fucking handsome teenage boy snot his guts out for about four and a half minutes before he eventually stopped, with only a gentle sniff to be heard every now and then. That eye and arm of his needed tending though. The eye especially looked swollen as hell. “Uhm…listen here, kid…why don’t you come with me. Don’t worry, were going to the kitchen and I’ll get my first aid kit and then we can sort out that eye and arm of yours.” His chest heaved up and down a few times before he tried to get onto his feet and failed miserably. To hell with this. I stepped forward and gently, careful not to hurt his sore arm even more, I picked him up into my arms. Jesus, he was as light as a feather, when was the last time kid had a decent meal? I slowly walked to the kitchen and ever so carefully placed him down in the sitting position on the open-plan table. I was half afraid that he would get lost in the time it took me to fetch the first aid kit, but he clearly wasn’t in the space to make a quick getaway. I took out some cottonwool and gently dabbed it with a bit of Savlon Antiseptic liquid. “Keep still, Kid. This is probably gonna sting like hell.” It did. I could see it in his eyes, but either he was too tired, too sore or perhaps too proud to show his pain, especially in front of a cop. I tried to fix his eye as best I could before eventually moving onto the arm. He was gonna have a mother of a shiner tomorrow morning, but the arm worried me a bit to be honest. “Try and straighten out your arm, kid.” He tried and dismally failed, gritting his teeth, still not making a noise, even though he had to be in a world of pain, simply shaking his head before he slumped his injured arm back to where it was. Fuck. I was really hoping it wasn’t the case but that arm was broken, if I had ever seen one. Which meant, I couldn’t in good conscious do nothing about it. He was already on the streets and clearly in grave danger most of the time…how the fuck was he supposed to defend himself with a broken ass arm? “Okay Kid, here’s the deal. I gotta take to you the clinic that’s about two blocks away from my house. NO…I don’t wanna hear it,” I said immediately after he was about to protest. “You gotta do this, because I can’t send you back out there with that arm being like it is. You have two choices. Either you stay here until its healed on its own, within some fucking miracle, or I take you to the clinic, what’s your choice?” I was being hard on him, but that was because I cared. I dunno why. I just knew that whoever he as, what ever he might have been, a common criminal or an innocent teenager getting caught up in gang violence…all I knew is that it didn’t change a thing. I cared too damn much. ** About two hours and a whole bunch of money later, I finally drove home with Kid next to me. arm was now edirne escort cast inside a medical sling, which he had to keep on at all times except with taking a shower or a bath. Needless to say, I don’t know when last Kid had one of those so we both stayed quiet as the doctor spoke his peace. We drove home in silence, but when he saw that I was going back to mine and not where he probably THOUGHT I was taking him, he turned to me, his eyes wide and bewildered. “You kidnapping me, or what?” Ahhh. Back was the bravado, I see. “Kid, there is no way, no how, I’m letting you go back to where ever you came from. No, no, and not a chance in hell.” “But you promised…” “And I lied. Look, I’m not a bad person, okay? I’m not gonna keep you captive in my house and torture you, lets get that clear right now. But let me remind you, that you came to MY house tonight for a reason. I don’t know what happened and frankly, I’m not sure I wanna know, but what I DO know is that until things have cooled down, you’re staying with me.” Kid blinked twice and then looked back at the outside through the car window. It had started to rain slightly and the little drops could be seen dripping off the windows as I made our way home. “You’re not gonna…” I frowned. “What? I’m not gonna…what?” There was a slight moment of silence before Kid turned towards me once again. “Promise you won’t hurt me.” My heart sank. Literally. Jesus. “I promise. You have my word.” ** “Are you sure you don’t wanna rob me while you’re living here. Lots of great stuff here that would probably sell well at a pawn shop.” Kid rolled his eyes but he did give me a slight smile in return. I led him to my space room, that I had previously used for storage, but luckily it did have a bed, for when family or so came to visit. Granted, it didn’t happen as much as I would like…my own dad and I never really got along, ever since he found me and the neighbor boy kissing in my room back on the farm when I was fifteen myself. He never, ever said anything, or even called me names, but things were never quite the same from then on. These days I was lucky if I saw my parents twice a year, and forget about dating. A gay detective…I may have been wrong, but there was no way that I was going to have the respect within the force, that I have now, if I came out. I just KNEW it. And the cherry on the cake of course…my sexual tastes belonged to young high school boys. Fuck my life. “Look, Kid, I’m not saying you stink or anything, but if you wanna take a shower, you’re more than welcome. Just don’t use up all the hot water, okay?” Kid looked down at what he was wearing and once more, frowns were etched across his face. “And what am I supposed to change into? I don’t think you want this crap in your washing machine…” he mumbled. I swallowed. Very, very, slowly. “Kid, I really don’t care. I don’t have clothes that fit you. But I can always wash those. I really don’t mind.” Kid’s eyes widened just a tad, before he nodded slowly. I showed him where the bathroom was as well as turned on the shower for him so he didn’t have to with his arm. I also told him to call me immediately if he needed any help. He didn’t respond, but simply closed the bathroom door. I sank down onto my couch like fucking mashed potatoes. What was I doing? This was a kid! Fifteen, fourteen, whatever age he was, what the FUCK was I doing? Thinking of him, inside that bathroom, naked and dripping wet, I was actually getting jealous of every object inside of said bathroom which was now being treated to that boy as nude as the day he was born. Wonder how big his cock was…wonder how would it look being hard as hard could be…wonder who it would taste as I sank my thirsty gob onto it and savour that delicious teenage pre cum… Fuck. I was hard. So unbelievably hard. I willed my dick to go down before I got up and quickly did the necessary to get his clothes as clean as possible. My automatic washer did its job and within minutes it was already looking a lot better. I placed it inside my tumble dryer to make sure it was nice and warm by the time that he finished his shower. The moment I took out the freshly dried clothes, I heard the knock on the bathroom door. “Uhm…hello? You out there?” Quickly I took his clothes with me and I hovered in front of the bathroom door. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, I mean…I just need my clothes. I’m done and I cleaned up and everything. Hope I didn’t take too long.” Man…behind this door was the boy of my dreams. Out of all the sexy ass boys his age I had ever seen, Kid was the worst…in the sense that I was rapidly falling for someone that I barely knew. He was so beautiful; he was everything a man could want in a partner…alas…he was forbidden fruit and I had to respect that. “I’m going to my room, okay? I’m leaving your clothes outside the door. Wait a few seconds and come out and get it, when I’ve left. Okay, Kid?” “Okay, officer!” I giggled silently at his mistake of my ranking at the police station. If anyone else would have called me an officer I would be been insulted. But with him, it was endearing. Because it was so 100% himself. ** He had gone to bed early, and within seconds he was gone with his world. I watched him quietly while he was sleeping. When was the last time that he actually slept inside a bed…man. I sighed. I didn’t know what was going to happen after his arm was healed. There were clearly some people after him and he came to me tonight, because he must have known this would be the last place anyone would look for him. Here’s looking at you, Kid…the famous line out of the movie Casablanca flashed through my mind. If I had my way, tonight would be the last time anyone dared touch him. Anger blitzed through me as I remember how he sat on my floor and cried his heart out, his eye bloodied and his arm broken…who DOES shit like this to an innocent kid? But was he? He was part of two people who broke into my house. He was part of the trio of young boys who actually SHOT me. He was part of a beating up which forced him to run to MY house for some sort of protection. AGAIN…I asked myself…what the hell was I getting into? ** THANKS FOR READING!! Is “Kid” really as innocent as he claims to be? And how will Detective Jason cope with what he feels for him? Maybe…Kid feels the same? Or not? Who knows…LOL If you enjoyed my story and want to read more, or perhaps gimme some feedback, please lemme know ail

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