Homeless Jayden

Aaron, is a very pretty, athletic Aboriginal boy with a penchant for straight white guys. He is cheeky, some may say naughty, and is full of confidence. He’d get to know the “straight” guy, usually, do a workout at the gym with him, go to his favourite coffee shop, sit out the afternoon. Go out to a straight bar and get drunk together. Get to know them, befriend them. 

“Sure, that’s what I want, a nice bit of white boy,” says Aaron. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

Aaron is walking up Smith Street with his two best mates, Rudi B, a handsome, muscular Asian boy and Trash, a handsome Italian boy, heading out for brunch.

“So, what happened to you last night?” asks Trash. “You disappeared.”

“Oh, you know,” says Aaron.

“That guy you met…”

“Nice he was too,” says Aaron. 

“You go back to his place?”

“All night,” says Aaron. “He was good.” Aaron laughed. “Good at it…”

“You mean getting topped,” says Rudi B.

“Bareback,” says Trash.

“No, I don’t use condoms,” says Aaron. “Isn’t everybody undetectable now a days?”

Aaron is gorgeous with his huge sparkling eyes, his perfect white teeth and his cheeky smile, people just naturally fall under his spell.

Aaron met Rudi B, and Trash when he first came out on the Melbourne gay scene a few years previously. They have been best friends ever since.

It is early, sitting in Smith Street, outside Coles with a begging cap sitting in front of him, is Jayden, a homeless youth, a housemate who got behind on his rent, a straight boy in pretty desperate circumstances. He has on black, three white striped Adidas tack suit pants, which are tight on his muscular legs and a blue hoodie, the hood of which is pulled up over his head. It is cold in Smith Street, and Jayden is rubbing his muscular thighs. 

Jayden looks mournfully at the passes by with his big, blue eyes, but he doesn't speak.

Aaron notices Jayden's big, blue eyes.

Aaron, Rudi B. and Trash have been up all night smoking pot and chatting about the great things they are going to do. That was before Aaron disappeared late.

Aaron is a writer, Rudi B is a talented singer, and Trash is a male hooker. Aaron wrote Rudi B some lyrics to a song. They are full of confidence and bravado.

They walk past Jayden, who looks mournful as normal. Aaron stops. 

"What's your name?" He pulls a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and slides it into his mouth.

"You talking to me?" says Jayden.

“Yes.”

“What?”

"What's your name?"

"Why?"

Aaron shrugs. "Just trying to be friendly."

"Come on," says Rudi B.

"Jayden."

"You have beautiful eyes," says Aaron.

"Let's go," says Trash.

"I'm homeless," says Jayden. He points to the cap in front of him.

"Show me your cock and I'll give you some money," says Aaron.

"What?" says Jayden.

"Aaron," both Rudi B. and Trash say in unison.

"It was a simple question," says Aaron.

Aaron pulls a five dollar not from his pocket. He thought he had a larger note and immediately regrets not having one.

"You're kidding, mate," says Jayden.

"You got something bigger," Aaron says to his friends. Rudi B pulls out a twenty, Trash pulls a fifty from his pocket. Trash always has money (immigrant parents did good). Aaron takes the $50 from Trash’s hand. "A twenty," he says to Jayden.

"A fifty?" Jayden repeats. He hasn't eaten since yesterday.

Aaron lowers it towards Jayden's cap.

Jayden looks up and down Smith Street, there is nobody else on the footpath. He sighs deeply, wearily, as if he accepts what his life has come to. He grabs the front of his track pants and pulls then away from his stomach, exposing his white underwear and his thick slug, curled to the left.

"Very nice," says Aaron.

"Woo hoo," says Trash.

Rudi B. whistles.

Aaron drops the note into Jayden's cap. Jayden lets go of the front of his track pants.

"You sure are pretty," says Aaron.

Jayden blushes noticeably. "Thanks," he says. He gazes up at Aaron with his big blue eyes. “You are too.”

Aaron smiles at the compliment.

"You shouldn't keep that hidden away," says Trash.

"How do you know he does?" says Rudi B.

"You should sit here in your undies," says Aaron. "You'd get more money."

Jayden shivers visibly at the suggestion. "It's a bit fucking cold for that, isn’t it. Mate?"

Aaron shrugs. He thinks Jayden is adorable. "Just trying to help," says Aaron. He smiles, at the thought of Jayden in his undies, more than at his own kindness.

Aaron thinks, Jayden is not recoiling, he is not becoming aggressive, or abusive, Aaron is impressed. But, what could he do. It is just a moment, and this too shall pass, in a few moments, to be sure.

"What's your story?" asks Aaron.

"What?" says Jayden.

"Your story," Aaron repeats. "How did you get..." he hesitates, he wonders if he is being condescending, "here? Showing strange boys your cock?”"

"Oh Aaron," says Rudi B.

Jayden's eyes dart from Rudi B to Aaron. "I'm homeless and hungry," says Jayden. "What else is there to know." He smiles for the first time. Aaron thinks Jayden has a beautiful smile, to match those gorgeous eyes.

"Come on," says Trash.

"Is that true?" asks Aaron.

"Why else would I be sitting here?" says Jayden.

"Money," says Aaron.

Jayden snorts through his nose and looks away. "If only that were true."

Rudi B. pulls at Aaron's arm. He lets Ruby pull him away from Jayden.

"Good luck," says Aaron. The three friends walk away. Aaron looks back several times. Jayden smiles at him again. He raises his hand in the air and waves by opening his fingers wide.

“He was adorable,” Aaron says.

“A bit of rough trade,” says Trash.

“You got to stop hitting on straight boys,” says Rudi B. “It is not going to get you anywhere.”

“I dunno,” says Aaron. “Who says he’s straight?”

“I do,” says Trash and Rudi B. together.

“I think he is a week’s worth of dinners past caring what he has to do for a meal.”

“Anything?”

“Anything?”

“How many straight boys are going to show you their cock?”

 “Hungry ones,” says Rudi B.

“And what a cock,” says Trash. “He reminded me of Billy C the footballer.”

“You did it with Billy?” asks Rudi B.

“I can still feel it how thick it was,” says Trash. He visibly shivers.

“I think I’m in love,” says Aaron.

Rudi B. and Trash groan.

“Don’t be like that,” says Aaron. "He was a good look," 

"He'd make tons more money sucking the old guys off down the train station bog."

"That takes a certain skill," says Aaron.

"Yeah, like divorcing your emotions," says Rudi B.

"Nah," says Trash. "It is only the first one that is difficult, after that it's just open wide, and give me the cash."

“Why would you?” asks Aaron.

“You know I have daddy issues,” says Trash.

“He’d make even more money if the old guys do him over the bathroom wash basin.” 

“Trash!” says Rudi B. “That’s…” 

“Don’t say sad,” says Trash. “It’s the old guys with all the money, and when I am looking in the other direction, I can imagine them as whoever I like.” 

“Sad,” says Rudi B. 

“And cocks don’t get old…” 

“Especially with the little blue pills.” Aaron holds a foil pack in the air. 

“You take them too?” says Rudi B. 

“Not so much me,” says Aaron. “As those guys who want a piece of this.” Aaron slaps his arse. 

“You boys,” says Rudi B. 

“What are you talking about?” asks Trash. “You tellin' me you don’t like a hard man inside you.” 

“As much as the next girl,” says Rudi B. 

“Well, what’s with the attitude,” says Aaron. 

“Old men in public toilets…” 

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” says Trash. 

“Try it,” says Rudi B incredulously. 

“There’s nothing like your feet off the ground, and the cold hard feel of porcelain in your abdomen, as your filled up as full as you think you can get with a big hard piece that you are never really sure how far it is going to get in ya,” says Aaron. 

“Every second meaning another dollar,” says Trash. 

“Split me wide,” says Aaron. 

“Another $100 and you can do me raw…” 

Aaron and Rudi B both look at Trash nervously. 

“I’ve got prep, what’s the big deal?” 

“You letting guys cum up your arse?” asks Rudi B. 

“You don’t let guys cum in you?” asks Trash. 

“Guys I really like, sure,” says Rudi B. “But not guys I have just met and who I’m screwing for money, no.” 

Trash shrugs. “What’s the difference, a dinner and a kiss good night?” 

“You let boys cum inside you?” Rudi B asks Aaron.

“Not on a first date, no,” says Aaron.

“Don’t be so fucken precious,” says Trash. “It is just an arse, everybody got one.”

Aaron lies in bed that night staring at his ceiling. He was nice and warm, he wondered if Jayden was warm? Those eyes, those eyes he couldn’t get out of his head. What was he doing? Aaron laughs self consciously to himself. Why couldn’t he help him? Why is it ridiculous to think he could help him?

Aaron gets out of bed. He pulls on yesterday’s undies and jeans. He pulls on yesterday’s t-shirt. He pulls on his jacket.

Aaron goes out late and finds Jayden sleeping rough in Collingwood, just behind where Aaron first saw him.

“Hey you,” says Aaron.

“What do you want?” asks Jayden.

“I’m here to take you home, you know, a warm shower, clean cotton sheets.”

“I see,” says Jayden. “And why?”

“A cuter boy I never did see,” says Aaron. “I think I fell instantly in love… as did you.”

“Who says I fell in love with you?”

“I do?”

“To your bed?”

“To my bed.”

“So,” says Jayden. “That is very confidant, I have to say.”

“I go after the things I like.”

“Does your bed mean I am required to… um, thank you? In a certain way?”

“Yeah. Sure. Maybe,” says Aaron. “If you want to.”

“Essentially for board and loggings?”

“You will be getting the deluxe deal.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“My mum helps people,” says Aaron. “I want to do the same.”

“She doesn’t help, in the way your proposing…”

“Okay. I’m helping in my own way.”

Jayden sits and holds eye contact with Aaron. Aaron holds eye contact with Jayden.

“But, to be clear, I’d have to do things?”

“Yeah…”

“With you?”

“Oh, Jesus mate, only if you want to,” says Aaron. “You don’t have to.”

“But then you wouldn’t help?”

“I help you, you keep me warm at night, yeah, that’s the deal.”

“How do you know I…”

“I just know, hey?” says Aaron. “Good judge of character, you might say.”

They head to Aaron’s place together, up Smith Street to the end and through the park. 

“What happened to you?” asks Aaron.

“What do you mean?”

“To be out here?”

“There’s a lot to explain? says Jayden.

“So, explain?” says Aaron.

“My mum, she’s a great lady, but has problem with booze… and drugs… and men,” says Jayden. “Every other day I have had a new dad, the last one liked coming into my room, at night…”

“Oh, that’s shit, says Aaron.”

“Mum didn’t believe me, and it was just easier to leave.”

“You finish school?” asks Aaron.

“Yeah, year 12,” says Jayden. “Now I’m just considering my options.”

“You’re funny,” says Aaron. “We’re here.” 

Aaron’s house is a big old run down white weatherboard with peeling paint with a big barren front garden. 

The two guys go inside.

Aaron leads Jayden to his bedroom.

“I need a shower,” says Jayden.

“Sure,” says Aaron.  “I’ll take your dirty laundry.”

“Huh?” says Jayden.

“Take your clothes off,” says Aaron. “I’ll washed them.”

Jayden takes his shirt off. Aaron stands and watches him. “And your pants, come on.” Jayden takes his jeans off. “And your jocks, come on.” Jayden drops his jocks. He stands naked in front of Aaron, with both hands covering his genitals.

“Come on.” Aaron takes Jayden by the hand and leads him out of the room.

“I’ve got nothing on.”

“Don’t worry, they’ve all seen it before.”

“What?” Jayden resists. 

Aaron laughs. “No one else is home.”

Aaron leads Jayden to a huge white tiled bathroom. Aaron takes a towel from the cupboard. “This is yours.”

“Thanks,” says Jayden.

Aaron points to the shower. “I’ll put your cloths on to wash.”

Jayden comes back into Aarons room with the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aaron is sitting on the bed. He wolf whistles Jayden.

“You right there, are ya?” says Jayden.

“Look at you,” says Aaron.

Jayden smiles. His blue eyes light up.

Aaron gets up and takes some jocks from one draw and a t-shirt from another draw. “He tosses them at Jayden. “Here, put these on.”

Jayden puts on the t-shirt and jocks and gets into bed with Aaron. Aaron spoons Jayden from behind.

“What do you do?” whispers Jayden.

“I write stories,” Aaron whispers back.

“Are you going to write one about me?”

“Maybe,” says Aaron. “Go to sleep.”