Open Street Corner, Dark Alley, Unknown State...

 A pale dim glow from an overhanging streetlight had not been the most ideal form of illumination as a lone pale thinly built lad stood amid the cool night breeze and black sky backdrop of numerous stars and passing cars all the while wearing a pair of hole-ripped denim jeans, a dirty white t-shirt, and worn brown boots. Up close one could see his lovely pale blue eyes, a rather charming aspect of him that most of his so-called partons found to be as pleasing to the eye as his boney thin frame and peroxide blond pixie cut, his skin had been quite pale making him stand out even in the darkness of the late nights he had found himself standing alone on the same street corner. 

In the old days, when he'd first started out, men had shown up in droves with their overpriced or strangely moderate vehicles all slowly coasting along the lonely street and peering out the passenger windows at the lone blond standing beneath the pale dim glow of the only street lamp for miles. They had ranged from charming and sophisticated, to single and married to deranged or drunken when it came to the line of them seeking out what they all had been bold enough to drive for in the middle of the night but too cowardly to admit in the bright light of day. 

The lone pale lad had been accustomed to his way of life for quite a few years now, since his first stint after running away from home only to be taken in by unsavory father figures and lustful older women who had all wanted the same thing in the end, none had cared for him no more than his abusive drunkard of a father had and all had shunned him once they had gotten what they wanted or he had refused to supply it.

The lone streetcorner had been his second home, well it had been his only home once he'd ducked into an abandoned building in the wake of the cold and the unsavory types that roamed the streets if he had not managed to make enough money to even score a motel room or talk a "client" into getting one. 

The stifling heat of this particular summer night had been record-breaking as the lone blond lad moved to take off his denim jacket and take in at least a small portion of the cool night breeze that happened by. His handsome and decidedly youthful face and body had been slick via sweat and his pixie cut had been sticking to his ears and forehead from the overall length. 

There had not been cars for miles on this night with all the heat and high gas prices to contend with. The lone blond lad had taken a moment to shift through his blue backpack for a pack of cigarettes and he put one to his lips as he fumbled about in the dark not at all expecting to see another soul given the late hour and lack of traffic in his area due to the heat. 

"Need a light?" asked a rather gruff baritone voice that had gotten the rather startled lad's attention. 

He had looked to find himself face to face with a rather ruggedly handsome older man with a week's worth of five o'clock shadow lining his dark tan complected face as he stood wearing a sloppy navy blue suit with messy dark hair, and giddy and almost lust filled dark eyes. He'd been a tall drink of water, and rather dapper in his appearance aside from being disheveled and lacking a tie and having his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. 

The thin pale lad nodded and held his cigarette so the dapper stranger in the suit could light it, once he'd dug a silver flip lighter from the front pocket of his suit slacks. The lad had tried his best not to look at the rather sizeable bulge that had been in the front of his navy-colored slacks, but he couldn't seem to help himself as his pale blue eyes remained fixated on it. 

He'd been quite large all things considered, the outline of his cock had appeared thick in contrast with his sleek trousers. While the blond lad had done his best to take his eyes off the man's bulging appendage by focusing on his cigarette, it had not been for long as he found himself staring indefinitely. The lad felt his cheeks turn beet red despite his rather lingering gaze and the dapper stranger in the navy blue suit smiled something of a charming smile. 

"You can look if you want, I won't tell," he said, his voice full of brazen wit and dripping with a hint of charm all the same. 

Not that he needed permission, the blond lad did in fact resume his staring at the handsome dapper man's bulging appendage and found himself given to his own wave of lust as his own considerably smaller cock began to swell within the tight confines of his denim jeans. 

"What is it that you want...." began the blond lad licking his suddenly dry lips as he attempted to speak only to find himself feeling a bit uneasy due to his creeping desires and almost obsessive need to stare at the older man's bulge. 

"Ken," replied the dapper suit-clad stranger. "You can call me Ken, pretty boy, that way we are a bit more acquainted."

Upon hearing that the dapper stranger clad in the navy blue suit had preferred to be addressed as "Ken" the blond lad nearly laughed out loud but caught himself. He had resisted the urge to retort something about being called Barbie if he's Ken and turned his attention to the man's giddy lust-filled eyes. It was quite obvious now to the slow-smoking lad why the older man had approached him, he had taken a moment to note the dark brown four-door sedan that had been parked on the side of the road nearest to them. 

"Well, Ken, as it so happens I find myself with a bit of free time at the moment so perhaps we can discuss what you'd like from me perhaps somewhere more private." said the blond lad with his pale blue eyes flickering with lust as well as he took a long slow drag from his cigarette blowing the smoke away from the dapper stranger Ken's direction. 

"If you don't mind, my chariot awaits," said Ken still as charming as before even amid the semi-darkness as the heat continued to make itself known. 

The blond lad gathered his denim coat and backpack and accompanied the handsome older man toward the brown four-door sedan he'd seen parked on the side of the road. When they approached the car's door on the passenger side, Ken opened it for him and assisted the blond lad when he climbed inside and treated him to a charming smile just before he closed the door for him. 

The dapper stranger had apparently been a gentleman even when not in the presence of a lady it seemed. The blond lad had kind of liked that quaint aspect of the handsome man who had walked toward the driver seat and climbed inside. He took a moment to catch his breath as he looked over at the blond lad. 

"Didn't catch your name back there," remarked Ken. 

The blond lad smirked. 

"That's because I didn't throw it," he replied in a rather coy tone as he took another drag from his cigarette. 

Ken rolled down the window as the smoke began to fill the car and allowed the blond lad to blow it out. 

"You can call me Dean," said the rather seductive blond lad as he finished blowing out the smoke before snuffing out the cigarette, "I'll be your Joyboy for tonight."

Ken cracked something of a charming boyish smile before turning his attention to fishing out his car keys and shoving them into the ignition. The car shook some as the engine began to rumble and they eventually pulled away from the lone street corner where the single dim pale light had faded in the distance of the rearview window just as the blond lad known as Dean settled into the passenger seat of Ken's car.