Writing for Joe
Chapter 4
Copyright ©2010 by Ronyx
All Rights Reserved
Jessica was walking down the hall of the history building heading to her anthology
class. As she approached the room, she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder and
spin her around. She stared into the angry face of a girl she had met a few times
at a couple of frat parties during the year.

“Listen, Sister,” Tiffany angrily spoke to Jessica. “Tell that cute boyfriend of yours
to leave my little brother alone.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She now remembered that the girl was
Jeremy’s older sister. She was beginning to put two and two together, and she
figured Matt must have spoken to her brother.

“Yeah, sure,” she said. “I saw him talking to Jeremy yesterday morning as he was
walking to school. I don’t know what he wants, but tell him to lay off. My brother
has been through enough.”

“I’m sure Matt had a reason,” Jessica responded.

“He talked to me yesterday, too. I told him to mind his own business. If he tries
to open up old sores, a lot of people in this town are going to be pissed, myself
included. If he hurts Jeremy in any way, I’ll make sure he gets it,” she warned
Jessica.

She continued, “Wellston may be in jail, but he still has contacts. I’ll make sure he
never writes another story again. You got that? The only thing that will be written
is his obituary. Now you go back and tell that little fag you call a boyfriend what I
said.”

Jessica had heard enough. She warned Tiffany,” Move out of my fucking way
before I kick your ass right here.” She balled her hand into a fist and prepared to
knock Tiffany to the ground. Tiffany rolled her eyes, turned and retreated back
down the hall.

“Just remember what I said.” She yelled as she hurried away.

Jessica was disturbed by the venom in Tiffany’s words. She knew she had to get
to Matt and warn him what she had said.

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Matt was sitting in his dorm room reading a book when there was a light tapping
at his door. Since it was early on a Sunday, he wasn’t expecting anyone. Most
students had gone home for the weekend and the dorm was rather quiet. When
he opened the door, Joe was standing with a hesitant look on his face.

“Yeah, Joe. What do you want?” Matt asked coldly. It was the first time he had
seen him since his bizarre behavior when he embarrassed him in front of everyone
in the newsroom.

“Can I come in?” Joe asked softly. “I need to talk to you for a minute. I promise I
won’t stay long.”

“Sure, come in.” Matt stepped aside and allowed Joe to enter. Their arms touched
briefly, causing Joe to tense up.

“Look,” he apologized. “About the other day. I’m sorry.”

“Which day? There seems to have been a couple,” Matt responded sharply.

“I guess I deserved that,” remarked Joe sadly. “I’m sorry, okay? You’ve become a
really good friend over the past couple of years. I don’t want to lose that.”

He raised his head and looked into Matt’s eyes. “I just don’t think I can be what
you want me to be. I’ve never been with a guy before. To be honest, until you,  
I’ve never thought about it.”

Until you. That caught Matt’s attention. Maybe Joe had been having feelings for
him. Could he be thinking about him that way? He knew he had to be cautious or
he could further alienate him.

“I guess I should apologize to you, Joe,” replied Matt. “I should have been straight
with you in the first place. I should have told you I was gay three years ago when
we first met.” He looked at Joe waiting for his response.

“You didn’t have to tell me,” responded Joe. “I figured it out a long time ago. I
think I was just trying not to face it. The way I feel about you goes against
everything I’ve been taught or ever felt. I can’t exactly understand it. Sometimes
it’s really hard for me to handle.”

Everything’s been going along all right. I’ve been able to suppress my feelings,
but you seem to want more. I just can’t do that. I’m really sorry.” Matt looked
down sadly at the floor as Joe continued to talk.

“You’re a great guy, and you deserve someone a hellavu lot better than me,” Joe
admitted.

“I don’t know what to say here Joe.” Matt stated. “I thought I could handle this
too, but I can’t. Every time I see you, I want to be with you more. You’re a really
special guy. The last thing I want to do is push you away.”

Joe looked at Matt with tears in his eyes. “I really can’t do this. I’m sorry. We’ll try
to make our friendship work, but I can’t offer you anything more.”

“Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll let it go.” Matt knew he was stepping on
dangerous ground, giving Joe an ultimatum like this. He knew if Joe walked out,
then there wouldn’t be a friendship worth saving.

Joe dropped his head and muttered, “I can’t say that, you know it.”

“Then tell me you love me,” Matt said softly as he moved towards Joe.

“I...” That’s as far as he got. Joe looked sympathetically into Matt’s eyes and
turned towards the door.

“I can’t.” He opened the door and left. Matt peered out the door and watched him
walk sadly away.

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“You did what!” Jeremy screamed at his sister, Tiffany.

Tiffany shouted back, “I told Cobra about that fucking Matt talking to you.”

“You know he’ll tell Wellston!” Jeremy exclaimed worriedly.

Jeremy couldn’t believe trouble was rearing its ugly head again. He thought it was
all behind him. When Wellston plea bargained last year, it meant he didn’t have to
testify in court against him. He now thought it was over.

Jeremy met Wellston at a basketball game the year before. They were introduced
by his friend, Franklin. Little did he know that meeting would be a turning point in
his life.

Wellston had taken an immediate liking to Jeremy. Jeremy was a cute and
charming young man. He would be a wonderful addition to his stable of young
men.

Wellston had been dealing in drugs and prostitution for years. He had become
very affluent as a result. The car dealerships had made him rich, but his illegal
activities had made him extremely wealthy. He was the exclusive dealer of illicit
drugs in the area. Any competition was immediately dealt with. They were given
one warning. If they didn’t heed the warning, then they were never seen again.

Wellston had a close relationship with his ‘associates.’ They were paid very well,
and in return they gave Wellston their complete loyalty. If he told them something
‘needed to be done,’ then they did it.

Cobra was one of his most loyal employees. Several years ago he went to jail for
six months when he took a possession rap for Wellston. Drugs belonging to
Wellston were found in a car in which Cobra was a passenger. He told police they
were his. For his loyalty, he received a very hefty reward.

Wellston’s sale of marijuana, cocaine, crack and Ecstasy amassed millions per
year. However, it was his prostitution trade that he was most fond of. It was not
as financially rewarding, but it fulfilled his sexual needs.

He had amassed a bevy of ten young women and eight teen boys. Getting them
to participate was easy. He would first establish a friendship built primarily around
his wealth. Most of his victims came from average or poor means. Many he preyed
upon came from single parent families, always the mother.

He found they could be the easiest to manipulate. Usually neglected by the
mother’s long hours and in need of many material things, it was easy to develop a
relationship. He could provide for them the things they didn’t have.

The relationship would start out very innocently. A few dollars here, a couple more
there. Then he would begin to buy them more expensive gifts- computers, Ipods,
bicycles, designer clothing, anything they desired.

After several months of generous gifts, he would demand more from them. He
would begin by asking for sexual favors, like a quick hand job in the limousine on
the way somewhere to buy them something nice. He would soon demand a blow
job, and then later intercourse.

For Wellston, he didn’t care- male or female. Being bisexual, he would put his cock
in a young boy’s asshole as readily as a young girl’s pussy. He had an affinity for
young boys, though. Boys just like Jeremy. Young, innocent and very vulnerable.

Jeremy was easily impressionable. He felt unloved at home, often spending
countless hours alone. For the past several years he had been struggling with his
sexuality. He began to realize he might be gay. He had isolated himself from most
of his friends for fear of them finding out.

He met Wellston at a party when his friend, Franklin, introduced them. He was
awestruck that a man of Wellston’s reputation would take an interest in him. He
told him what a nice young man, and he gave him the attention that he lacked in
not having a father. He had never met his own father. He had left his mother she
was pregnant with him.

Wellston began by paying him good money to wash cars at his car lots. Then in
the winter, when the weather wouldn’t permit it, he began to give him odd jobs.
They were usually simple tasks, but Wellston would pay him well.

One day Jeremy was in a storeroom in the back of the showroom. It was late at
night and everyone else had left for the day. He was stacking boxes when
Wellston approached him. He walked up to where Jeremy was standing on a
ladder, reaching for a box. He began to gently rub his leg.

“Everything going all right, Jeremy?” Wellston asked.

“Yes, sir.” Jeremy froze as Wellston rubbed his hand toward his cock.

“Am I paying you enough?” He asked as he began to rub Jeremy’s cock through
his denim jeans. His cock began to stiffen.

“Yes, sir.” Jeremy’s voice started to tremble.

“That’s good. You know, there is a way for you to make more, if you’re
interested.” He began to vigorously stroke Jeremy’s hard cock.

Jeremy was afraid to say anything as Wellston began to unzip his pants and pull
out his now throbbing cock. He was a man who had been very generous to him
for the past year, and he was afraid to tell him to stop.

“Such a nice dick.” Wellston said as he began to stroke him. Jeremy’s six inch cock
was beginning to form precum on the end. Wellston stuck out his tongue and
licked it off. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

Wellston engulfed his hard cock into his mouth. Jeremy had never experienced
such a feeling before. The older man’s mouth was sucking expertly on him.

Jeremy couldn’t take much more. He warned Wellston, “I’m cumming!” Jeremy
emptied his teen balls into the man’s mouth. Wellston drank hungrily at the sweet
mixture that was filling his throat.

Jeremy was spent. He had been sitting on a rung of the ladder while he had
experienced his first blow job. Shakily he climbed down, assisted gently by
Wellston.

“You all right, boy?” Wellston asked. He handed Jeremy a crisp $100 bill.

“Yes, sir. I just need a minute,” Jeremy replied in a ragged voice.

“Good. Now it’s your turn.” Wellston unzipped his pants and snaked out his
enormous eight inch cock from its hiding place. He grabbed Jeremy by the
shoulders and forced him to his knees.

It was the beginning of his demise into Hell.

“I hope he does tell him,” Tiffany remarked, awakening him from his thoughts.

“You’re going to cause trouble again. I thought this shit was over,” Jeremy replied
worriedly.

“Matt’s going to do an article on the sexual activity at Wellston’s mansion. If he
finds out  we’re involved, it could be our asses. You know Wellston’s been paying
us to keep quiet.”

“I have been quiet,” he assured his sister. “I haven’t spoken to him. I told him to
get lost.”

“Listen, Fucker!” she threatened. “If you do anything to spoil it for us, I’ll
personally kick your ass. You got that?”

Tiffany had been one of Wellston’s personal favorites. She had spent many nights
satisfying his needs. She was eagerly anticipating his release so that she might
convince him to marry her someday.

She visited him at the prison almost weekly, and she had remained faithful. She
assured him that she and her brother would keep quiet about everything. There
was no way in hell she was going to let Matt ruin her meal ticket.


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