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Pick Up the Pieces

Change comes to all of us. For Theo Bascopolis, the first time is when he's fifteen. He finds his life falling apart when his father discovers Theo is gay and orders him to become straight or leave. Having no choice, in spite of what his father might think, Theo leaves. But where can a fifteen-year-old go? Especially when it starts to rain. He thinks things are looking up when he meets a striking man named Franky, who seems very attracted to him. However, once again Theo's life changes when he learns all Franky wants is for him to hustle. And so Theo becomes the rent boy Sweetcheeks.<br><br>However, Franky underestimates Sweetcheeks, and the results of the ensuing fight sees Sweetcheeks fleeing to Washington DC, where he crosses paths with a group of rent boys who take him in. Finally Sweetcheeks has a family, a home, and an additional source of income in the form of apartments they're able to rent out.<br><br>His life changes again a few years later when a mysterious tenant by the name of Mark Vincent becomes the reason behind the assault on one of Sweetcheeks's boys. Vincent visits the boy in the hospital, bringing with him his equally enigmatic trainee, William Matheson. The instant attraction blindsides Sweetcheeks. In spite of knowing love isn't for rent boys, he hopes Matheson can see beyond the body he's offered to so many.<br><br>But Matheson has secrets of his own. Can Sweetcheeks overcome his insecurities enough to believe in the quiet man who's come into his life? Can Matheson keep his actual occupation a secret without it jeopardizing their budding relationship?

Tinnean · LGBT+
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122 Chs

Chapter 78

“Wow. Oh, wow.” We were in the backyard now, and I was blown away. I thought the house the boys and I had purchased sat on a pretty big piece of property, but this was huge.

It sported an Olympic-sized swimming pool, as well as a lighted tennis court. An oak even older and larger than the ones in the front shaded a quarter of the yard. A knotted rope hung from one bough, giving access to a…

“Wills, a tree house?”

“Yeah. It was mine, and now it’s Jar’s. Michael and I—”

“Michael?”

“Friend of mine.” He stared at the tree house, and I could tell something was bothering him. “We used to sleep out in it during the summer.” He slid a glance my way, happy now, and I wondered if I’d misread his expression. “I’m looking forward to sneaking out with you after everyone has gone to bed.”

“We’re going to rough it? Remember, I’m a city boy.”

“I’ll make sure the bears don’t get you.”

“Bears?”

“Just kidding, babe.”