Back Alley, Outside Cukoo's Bar, and Grill, Flashpoint, New Jersey...
Hard rapid breaths passed between the pink lips of a visibly horrified and trembling sixteen-year-old lad by the name of Nolan Pierce as he tried his hardest to come to terms with what had nearly happened to him. He had been terrified beyond belief as he stood amid the heated night air clinging to the only safe person he'd known in quite some time as big strong hands patted his back and the tears that tickled down his cheeks began to cascade in full now that the sense of danger and alertness had passed. Nolan had been something of an oddball most of his life despite his relatively good looks and feminine features due to the abnormality of his birth when it came to his sexual organs. He had struggled for years wondering if he'd been a boy or a girl given that he'd found himself attracted to members of the opposite sex and same-sex alike along with his odd genitalia.
The term his doctors used to describe him had been intersex, despite the fact that he could appear as a healthy normal lad with moderate feminine features and a hidden vagina beneath his rather average-sized cock. One had not been able to tell unless you lifted his penis and explored his scrotum for the hidden hole but it didn't make it any less awkward when he'd been aroused to feel something hot and sticky running down his inner thighs or on those strange days when the hot mess had been an indication of apparent menstruation on his part.
Nolan mostly kept to himself despite his friendly and outgoing demeanor due to his personality, he made a good deal of friends with girls who like that he was easy to talk to without wanting to shove his cock in them but he had guessed that they assumed he'd been gay like much of the people he'd encountered due to his tendency to be sensitive to certain things that most boys had lived for.
Nolan Pierce was an only child, well the only child his mother had with the bastard that had been his father before kicking him to the curb and hooking up with his drunken brute of a step-father. They had a couple of kids, one boy and a girl that Nolan adored but his step-father had been another matter altogether. The bastard had known all too well about Nolan's condition and as a result saw fit to torment him in the worst ways possible calling him a sissy, for a fag for not being as strong or masculine as his own son had been.
The sweet and sensitive young man tried his best to appease the tormentor as he had nowhere else to go but one drunken encounter when his mother and siblings had been out of time and him being at home sick led to the most horrible day of young Nolan's life when his drunken stepfather had burst into his bedroom in the middle of the night cock at the ready and held him down while he shoved it inside the formerly sleeping younger lad.
All Nolan had known was the pain and the hatred that filled him as he glared at the bastard before beating him over and over again with a now broken lamp scrambling to get out of the house and running so far that he had not known where he'd been going. He didn't know if he had killed the bastard and he didn't care. It was an odd thing to recall how much strength his hated of that brute had given him, the once-thought sissy boy had beaten the bastard until he whimpered like a little bitch before the lad took off into the night barely grabbing a few essentials like money food and his coat and jeans before he headed out in rushed sneakers and no idea how he was gonna survive after the fact.
As the days passed Nolan became self-sufficient, discovering that he could option off his body in a bid to get money to support himself so long as they had been clean and forced to wear a condom. Most days he had to get drunk just to tolerate the amount of sick sex-crazed men that shoveled out loads of cash just to stick their respective cocks inside his tight arse.
He had found an easier way to get paid after wandering into a male strip club and began dancing for his money which he handled a lot better than bending over for them any day. Nolan had been leaving the club when a couple of his regulars had cornered him desperate to have sex with him in the wake of all the booze and spending at the club.
Nolan had known Corey Webber and Kel Baxter quite well but he had no desire to have sex with either of them no matter how provocative the dancing got on their mutual dimes. Drunk and desperate for even one round of his tight ass being impaled by their respective cocks, they cornered him in the parking lot of the club after hours and Nolan took off only to be chased into a nearby alley where they both finally caught up to him and forced him against the wall while they stripped him and Baxter forced his dirty cock down the lad's throat.
Gagging and screaming as he attempted to fight them off, Nolan had knocked over a few garbage cans getting the attention of a worker from the alley across from them. He had not known when the man who'd turned out to have been his knight in shining armor had shown up but he was glad of it as he watched him pummel the two middle-aged bastard rapists with ease before turning his attention to him.
Nolan did not know what to do aside from getting back to his feet as he watched the handsome stranger with unkempt brown locks and a neatly trimmed goatee pull up his pants and pull him into a warm and surprisingly comforting embrace.
The handsome stranger had been older than Nolan, but younger than the bastards that attacked him. He could see the bulging muscles beneath his black t-shirt as he stood clinging to him the sound of his thunderous heartbeat and easy breath above his head drawing the shaken lad in as he caught the hint of smoke from a cigarette, sweat, and cologne lingering on him in that moment.
From the way Nolan had unintentionally pressed against him, he could feel the size of the handsome man's cock as it bulged in the front of his jeans getting the lad's attention as his own smaller cock began to swell in reaction to the closeness. Once more those big strong hands rough in their touch moved along Nolan's trembling young body and he nearly lost control easing into the touch of the handsome stranger who had taken time out to assist him.
"You alright kid?" asked the handsome stranger still holding him close.
"Y-Yeah....I think so," replied Nolan finding his voice at last, it had been broken and filled with uncertainty but it was there.
He had also taken note that the handsome strange's voice was deep and baritone as he felt the vibrations fill his ears and it only served to make the younger lad all the more weak in the knees.
Being gay for pay was one thing, but Nolan felt something akin to instant attraction to the handsome man who came to his aid when no one else would have even bothered.
The handsome stranger seemed to check him over a couple of times his rough hands moving along Nolan's exposed skin and causing his cock to stiffen further. He felt his heart which had barely stopped beating fast to begin with, beat even faster at the instant of the rough warm touch.
"You don't look injured." said the handsome stranger, "Just tired and scared....maybe we should report the incident...go down to the local police station..."
"No," said Nolan terrified that they'd do something worse if they ever found out he told the cops or that the cops would force him to go back to his mother and her deranged boyfriend or worse arrest him for possibly killing the bastard in the first place. "I-I just wanna go home."
The handsome stranger sighed.
"Alright kid, have it your way." he sighed being in no mood to argue himself. "I can take you home if you'd like, my truck's just a ways from here... was gonna go get my money from the job real quick and head out anyhow...and you don't look to be in any shape to walk if you don't mind my saying so."
Nolan nodded in agreement with the offer of a ride home. While leery, he trusted this handsome stranger with his life more so than being out alone for the two bastards to circle back and jump him again or worse.
"Name's Charley by the way kid." said the handsome stranger escorting Nolan toward his truck. "Charley Bayler."
"M-My name's N-Nolan." replied the shaken blond lad as he followed the older man toward the location of his truck. "Nolan Pierce."
The two of them slowly headed back toward the alley where the handsome stranger known as Charley Bayler had taken on work and his truck had been parked.