The cab came to a stop outside Corbey's building.
"You should wear some shoes asshole!" the gruff taxi driver extolled teary eyed Simon, as the fem boy gathered his two bags from the back seat of the cab. "Oh please!" is all he could mutter as he stumbled barefoot up the steps to Corbey's place and impatiently, urgently banged on his door. Corbey opened the door just more than a little startled.
"Just what is it?" he asked, perplexed at Simon's state.
"You've gotta help me! Brenda's thrown me out!" wailed an anguished Simon, Now crying and sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streaming down onto his fem boy mesh top.
They carried Simon's bags inside and Simon sat down on the couch and lit up a cigarette. Tears still flowed down his face.
Corbey noticed Simon's ass so fine in his tight woman's jeans.
"I don't know what to do?" he sobbed again.
"Can I have a drink?" he asked Corbey.
"Er, sure." replied Corbey, now knowing that indeed, Simon was definitely a train wreck just waiting to happen.
"Well, you can stay here for a little while." Corbey offered, placing a glass of wine in front of a now much more satisfied Simon.
He was recovering slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Simon asked something from everybody it seems. Always.
Simon soon had the slut glint in his eyes though.
"Cool babe." he then cooed softly, dragging on his cigarette, Bangles and bracelets softly jangling on his wrists, sipping the wine and feeling much better.
Corbey and his Asian roommate Aja royally fucked Simon over the next few days. Simon swallowed buckets full of cum. Not just from Corbey and Aja's cocks but also from some of their friends. Simon was a popular slut wherever he went now.
"You're nothing but a street slut now, hey Simon?"Corbey admonished him as he and Ana took turns fucking his sorry ass.
Aja's fucking of Simon was especially incessant as he really didn't like him.
"Whatever will become of you baby?" he goaded him during one sex session, as his thick cock pummeled Simon's ass relentlessly.
Simon was too busy to answer with his ass being pumped, and his lips around, and his tongue swiftly probing Corbey's rock hard member.
Simon then took Aja's hot burning cum load into him, with his ass gyrating violently in the excitement, as Corbey then slapped his cock all over Simon's face, cum shooting everywhere and anywhere, until Simon got his lips on his cock head and then sucked it all down most gratefully.
"At least you have one thing going for you, you're a great fuck." said Aja dryly.
Simon just smiled, and with the cum still dripping from his mouth, he lit up another cigarette.
Aja did have reason to resent Simon though. Simon stayed at their place, drank all their wine, smoked all their pot and cigarettes, ate their food, borrowed their money with no intention of ever paying them back. He then stayed in bed all day, sleeping until late afternoon. It was so different from the way Aja was brought up.
Aja soon discussed this with Corbey.
"He's really only just started getting into all these things too!" said an exasperated Aja.
"It's okay babe. I'll tell him he has to go in a few days." Corbey then told his Asian lover.
They exchanged kisses.
Simon took the news hard.
"Why babe? Please don't! What will I do?" asked an urgent, very, very lost Simon.
"Well you can't stay here forever." is all Corbey could say.
Corbey and Aja went out by themselves to a club that night, and left Simon all alone in the apartment.
Simon just drank wine and now chain smoked cigarettes. He got more and more depressed.
"What will happen to me?" he worried, shaking nervously despite the wine he was consuming. He was a nervous wreck.
"Nobody loves me! Nobody cares about me!" he wailed to himself. Tears now streaming down his cheeks.
"Look what I've become! I'm now just a slut!" He cried to himself.
His mood got more and more dark. He felt more alone by the minute.
Every sip of wine sent him lower.
He thought about razor blades.
"Help me!" he murmured out loud and then went in the bathroom.
He opened the medicine cabinet door. He began opening bottles. Not even caring to read the labels.
He started swallowing pills two or three at a time.
"I don't wanna live!" he then cried again.
He swallowed more and more pills. He was soon swallowing handfuls!
Swaying, feeling dizzy, he turned to the bathroom door. Several seconds later his body hit the bathroom floor, reeling in darkness and confusion. Not wanting to live anymore. He was soon out like a light.
Simon lay in a coma in his hospital room at the LA general. Somehow word had been dispatched to his step mother, Irene Thomas about his condition. Irene, like Simon's real father never really cared about Simon, regarding him as nothing but a flake. Still Irene liked to keep up appearances about being a solid citizen, and dispatched her daughter Debbie to give an envelope to the doctors at the hospital regarding his welfare.
After about a week Simon slowly came out of his coma. A few weeks later he took a taxi to his old address in West Hollywood. He was moving back in there. This had been arranged by Irene. In her mind, this was hopefully the last thing she would ever have to do for Simon. Oh, it had been arranged for him to see shrinks too.
"Hopefully now I've washed my hands of him!" she told Debbie.
Jessica, Simon's fifty something blond, buxom, land lady, was most surprised to see Simon again. She didn't know where he had been for the last year, what he had done with himself, or about his hospital stay and suicide attempt. Simon's step cousin Debbie had quickly dropped off a rental deposit, left, and that was it.
Simon typically had misplaced his luggage. He now wore Levi's and t-shirts provided by a charitable organization. They still looked good on his skinny, sexy frame. Jessica was surprised to see Simon wearing running shoes all the time now. He used to go barefoot everywhere. His hair was in it's longish messy blond state. Although now thirty, he could still pass for twenty two.
The psychiatrist Doctor Mildred Bradley had a strong effect on Simon.
"I started getting into drugs when I was in Long Beach. I started having sex with men. I changed completely." Simon told her.
"Well you did get a little crazy. Let's hope it doesn't lead to suicide again." stated the doctor.
"I know. I don't need to go back there" Simon muttered nervously, his voice slightly shaking.
The only drugs, or substance of any kind that Simon took now, were some light mood modifiers Doctor Bradley gave him. He was still depressed though. His self esteem at it's lowest.
"I just wanted to experiment for awhile." he told her.
Doctor Bradley just listened. Something about Simon was really turning her on.
"Well, well, well baby. Well, well, well." She just muttered, smiling
Now that he was back in West Hollywood, Simon tried staying away from the main streets. The hardened street types who he knew before always looked down on him. Be it Kolver the drug dealer, Brenda the hardened bisexual slut, or the mega queen Claude, they all just thought of Simon as a spineless, unexciting little square. Simon was well aware of this.
"So I decided to get wild while I was in Long Beach." Simon thought to himself somehow ashamed.
Long Beach was the Suburbs. It wasn't the hard streets of LA. Somehow Simon felt safe and uninhibited there. Now back in West Hollywood, he knew things weren't so forgiving. Far from it. This made his self esteem plummet even lower.
People get eaten alive everyday in downtown LA. Simon just wasn't street wise at all.
He was from small town California.
"I'm no good at anything, and nobody likes me." He told himself. He'd often cry.
The only solace Simon found was attending a community drop in center around the corner from where he lived. Outreach 42. A lot of street people went in there. Junkies, bums, prostitutes, psychiatric out patients, the disenfranchised. Somehow, Simon didn't feel so alone at Outreach. In the late afternoons when he got out of bed, he'd drop in there.
He'd enjoy a free snack. He'd watch TV. He'd mingle with the lost souls. Sometimes his cock got hard, He'd see a hot cross dresser, or a gay hustler, and his mind raced and his heart beat rapidly. He couldn't though!
