Dirty White Boy
*Hey, baby, if you're feelin' down
I know what's good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin' me
'Cause I'm a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Don't drive no big black car
Don't like no Hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
Don't give a damn what I do to you
I'm just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Well, I'm a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
I been in trouble since I don't know when
I'm in trouble now and I now somehow I'll find trouble again
I'm a loner, but I'm never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
'Cause I'm a dirty white boy*
Duo looked up from the pool table as the group of strangers walked
in. They certainly weren't the usual crowd; these teenagers stuck
out like a sore thumb. Not because they were Japanese; a diverse
crowd occupied this pool hall. It was their clothes; Armani,
Versace, designer all the way.
Duo let his eyes wander appreciatively; the boy in front was
incredible, messy brown hair and deep blue eyes contrasting with his
exotic features. The boy was wearing black dress pants that hugged
his slim hips and a khaki silk tank top. His black leather jacket
was slung casually over one shoulder as he surveyed his
surroundings, biceps bulging perfectly, in Duo's opinion. He was
with three other boys, but was obviously the leader. It looked like
they were arguing; the other boys didn't seem to like his idea of
where they were slumming.
As Duo observed, he continued to sink his shots perfectly, cleaning
out the table while his hapless opponent only stood by. As Duo
called the 8 ball, lining up his shot, he saw the group walking
toward his table, watching the game. Duo sank the shot effortlessly,
straightening up and offering a handshake to his opponent, who shook
his hand sheepishly and handed over a twenty dollar bill grudgingly.
Duo accepted it, shoving it in his pocket with the rest of the money
he had won tonight. With any luck, he'd be able to pay the rent this
month. Unfortunately, it was last month's rent.
He sighed. No one wanted to hire a 18 year old longhaired pool
player who had dropped out of school at 16 when his stepfather had
gone to jail for killing his mother. If he hadn't dropped out, Child
Protective Services would have been all over him. Instead he
disappeared, and had been supporting himself by various odd jobs and
schemes. What he really wanted to do was sing, but he didn't have a
band or equipment, and couldn't figure out how to make any money
doing it when no one would even listen to him or give him a chance.
Pool seemed to work for him lately. It was better than the
alternative; though he had had plenty of offers to sell his body, he
hadn't stooped that low yet. Even though he did prefer guys, he
certainly didn't want some 50 year old pervert drooling all over
him. Duo grabbed the chalk, preparing his cue for another game, and
looked at the gorgeous Japanese boy who now approached him.
Heero walked across the dimly lit bar. Pools of light picked out the
pool tables, but between them the murky shadows merged. He didn't
know what had possessed him to choose this particular pool hall. His
friends certainly didn't approve, and were complaining to him even
now. He told them to go get some drinks at the bar; they would do
what he told them as always. They always did, no matter what he
dragged them through. He had no respect for them any more; they
followed him blindly, perhaps because he was smarter than them or
his family had more money, he didn't know. At least they paid
attention to him; his parents couldn't be bothered, leaving his care
to the help. At least until he fucked up, then they were all over
him as if they cared. The only thing they cared about was their
business and their reputation. He was expected to take over the
business as the eldest son, after getting his MBA. It didn't matter
that he didn't want to, or that his interests lay elsewhere; his
silly drawings didn't matter, even though his art teacher praised
them highly. He had long ago given up showing anyone his artwork; he
drew in private, and only for himself. It was just as well; lately
his art had taken a decidedly sensuous turn, and all he wanted to
draw were beautiful naked longhaired men. His parents would
definitely not approve, he smirked to himself. Which was one of the
reasons why he did it, and which was also why he had decided to come
here tonight. To piss his parents off. He had been playing pool
since he was 5; he had taught himself on the table in the game room.
He didn't think his parents had ever even gone into that room. Which
was why Heero loved it. As he crossed the room, he saw a game in
progress. It was fairly one-sided, though; the player was sinking
all the balls sequentially, barely pausing to line up his next shot.
This player was good, and Heero wanted to try his skill. He walked
around the table into the light, and came face to face with a boy
that could have come from one of his drawings. He had a long
chestnut braid; Heero's mind instantly supplied him with images of
that hair unbound, flowing over the lithe body that was poured into
well-worn faded jeans and a tight black t-shirt. His violet eyes
were huge, and his lips full and pouty. Heero's heart pounded, this
boy was beautiful, and Heero wanted him. Badly.
The two boys stood, face to face, and Heero broke the silence. "You
play well. Would you like to try me?" Instantly, he knew that had
come out wrong, though he had certainly meant it that way. He felt a
blush rise to his cheeks.
Duo smiled. He was a born flirt, and he found he could usually put
the other player off his game with suggestive remarks. And this boy
had just handed him an incredible opening. Resting his cue against
the table, Duo threw his braid over his shoulder, put his hands on
his hips and looked challengingly at the other boy. "Aren't you
afraid I'm too much for you, handsome?"
Heero's body reacted automatically to Duo's innuendo; but he
recovered and shot back. "Oh, I can handle you," he smirked, warming
to the banter, leaning against the table and crossing his arms,
knowing it showed off his muscles. He had never flirted with a boy
before, but he was having fun. "The question is, can you take what
Duo looked appraisingly at the other boy. Could he be so lucky that
the handsome boy swung the same way he did? "Only one way to find
out," he answered, sticking his hand out. "I'm Duo. Play me."
Heero took Duo's hand, shook it briefly before pulling on the hand,
bringing the longhaired boy closer to him. He looked deep into the
violet eyes, and breathed the other boy's sweet scent. "I'm Heero,
and I'd love to play with you."
Duo let the other boy pull him until they were inches apart. He was
intoxicated by the Japanese boy's presence; he wanted to be swept
off his feet. He looked challengingly back. "What if I'm not that
kind of boy, Heero?" he murmured.
Heero smirked and said, "There's a first time for everything, Duo."
He brought Duo's hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it,
never breaking eye contact with the other boy.
A thrill shot through Duo's body, from his hand down his spine to
his rising cock. He wanted the Japanese boy, more than he had wanted
anything for a long time. Well, this was turning out to be a more
interesting night than he had thought.
They set up the game. Duo always used the first game to gauge his
opponent's ability. He never bet on the first game. He watched Heero
play, and he could tell the other boy was good. He also couldn't
tell how good; Duo had a feeling that Heero was holding back,
judging him as well. Duo kept getting distracted by Heero's ass as
he bent over to make a shot. The boy had an incredible body, muscled
yet not overdone; just the way Duo liked them. Playing pool while
aroused wasn't easy.
Heero was having similar problems. He kept getting lost in those
violet eyes, or that long hair, or that sensuous mouth. Duo played
well, but Heero could tell they were just testing each other. Heero
could afford to lose money tonight; but losing wasn't something he
enjoyed. Though he suspected he wouldn't mind losing to the
Just as they were getting ready to start the second game, Heero's
friends returned. They had decided they were ready to leave. Heero
flatly told them he wasn't leaving right now. They eyed Duo
suspiciously, who was leaning against the table, arms crossed,
smirking slightly. Inwardly, he was breathing a sigh of relief that
the other boy wasn't leaving.
"We came in two cars. Why don't you three take off then? I may be
here a while," Heero said. They complained, but they did what Heero
told them. Heero watched them go, shaking his head. Then he turned
back to Duo, and said, "Alone at last."
Duo stared back at the beautiful boy, and smiled seductively. "Let's
play, then, shall we?" he purred, meaning more than one thing.
Heero knew what to say next. "How about a little bet to make this
For once, Duo didn't care about the money; he thought it was pretty
interesting already. But he played the role. "I don't know, you're
"Yes, I am, and I'd love a chance to prove it to you," Heero
replied. He paused, smiling, then said, "But first let's play some
Duo laughed. "Pretty confident, aren't you, blue eyes?" He traced
the shaft of his pool cue meaningfully, caressing its length.
Heero's eyes followed Duo's hand, as they were meant to do. His cock
reacted, reminding him it wanted to be caressed too. He took a step
closer, placing his hand over Duo's, and moving Duo's hand up and
down, faster. "I have lots of reasons to be confident, gorgeous."
I'll bet you do, thought Duo, but he said, "You certainly have
strong hands, Heero." He stepped closer, pinning their hands on the
cue between their bodies, his cock rock hard by now.
"I'd love to show you some of my other... strengths," Heero
breathed, entranced by the longhaired boy.
"And I'd love to see them," Duo whispered. "Shall we say fuck the
pool and get out of here?"
"I'd rather fuck you," Heero growled, pressing his hardness against
the cue, pushing it forward to press against Duo.
"I hope you don't think I do this all the time, going off with
handsome strangers," Duo said breathlessly, his lips inches from
"Of course not. And I'm not in the habit of picking up beautiful
longhaired boys in pool halls either," Heero smiled. "Let's just say
we're making an exception. Because you are certainly exceptional."
Duo smiled back. "Agreed. Shall we?" he asked, stepping back just
far enough to break down his pool cue. "I'm ready," he said.
"Is it ok if I drive?" Heero asked. Duo nodded; he didn't really
want to explain right now that he didn't have a car. The Japanese
boy led them out of the bar to a big shiny black car. He pushed the
button on his remote to unlock it, then walked to the passenger side
to hold the door open for Duo. "Sorry about the car," he said
apologetically. "It's kind of a huge beast, but my parents think
size equals safety."
"It's fine," Duo reassured him as he slid into leather-covered
luxury. In truth, it was the most expensive car he had ever been in.
The huge seats dwarfed him; it seemed like Heero was miles away in
the driver's seat.
Heero started the engine, and turned to Duo. "Uh, is it ok if we go
to a hotel?" He smiled wryly. "We can't go to my house I'm afraid."
Duo smiled back. "Not mine either," he answered. Duo shared his tiny
apartment with rats rather than parents, but he didn't need to
mention that. "A hotel is fine." Not wanting to lose the moment, he
reached over and traced a line up Heero's strong thigh. "The closer
Heero stifled a moan. "You got it." And he pulled out of the lot,
thinking quickly. He finally thought of a hotel that wouldn't know
him, and he headed there as fast as possible.
Duo tried not to be impressed by the hotel lobby, but concentrated
on Heero's gorgeous ass as he walked away to check in. Heero
returned quickly, flashing him a small grin and the hotel key
"Oh yeah," Duo grinned, following Heero into the elevator. As soon
as the door slid shut, Heero was pulling him close, pressing his
already hard cock against him, sliding his hands down to caress the
longhaired boy's ass. Duo moaned, clinging to Heero's shoulders as
his erection returned with a vengeance. By the time the elevator
door opened again, Duo was panting with need. Outside the doors
stood an elderly couple who were so shocked by the scene inside the
elevator that they made no move to enter the elevator. Heero laughed
and pushed the door close button, and they were on their way again,
leaving the couple standing openmouthed in the hallway.
They arrived at their floor without further incident. Heero pulled
Duo out of the elevator, holding the other boy's hand as they
searched for their room number. Finally, Duo spotted it, and Heero
opened the door with a flourish. "After you, beautiful," Heero said,
bowing as Duo walked in, resisting the urge to giggle. He wouldn't
giggle. No matter how taken he was by the handsome boy.
Duo took a deep breath as he surveyed the room. A huge king size bed
dominated the room, but there was also a small sitting area and a
balcony. He turned around just as Heero finished securing the door.
The two boys stared at each other for a long moment, ready but
"Now we're really alone," murmured Heero, approaching the longhaired
boy slowly, savoring the anticipation. "God, you're incredible."
Duo looked at Heero; he thought the cobalt-eyed boy was incredible.
Just looking at the lust in those eyes made him shiver; he was
already rock hard.
Heero mistook Duo's silence for hesitation; he stopped and looked
concerned. "We don't have to do anything, Duo. It's ok, if you
changed your mind, just say so."
Duo smiled and closed the distance between them quickly. He wrapped
his arms around Heero's neck and pressed the length of his body
against the other boy. Both boys gasped at the feeling of their
arousals rubbing together; Duo whispered in Heero's ear, "Does it
feel like I changed my mind?"
"No, you feel wonderful," moaned Heero, and claimed Duo's mouth in a
passionate kiss. As he kissed the longhaired boy, he ran his hands
over his lithe body. Duo loved the feeling of the strong hands on
him; he wanted to surrender completely to this beautiful boy. They
broke the kiss, and looked into each other's eyes, panting.
"Duo?" Heero asked. "Will you do something for me?"
Duo would have done anything for the other boy right then. He nodded.
"Can you unbraid your hair for me?"
Duo smiled; he was happy to do it, and he would have done anything
to see the look of lust that Heero had on his face as he reached
back and unraveled his hair. Duo loosened the braid, and worked his
hair free. He was proud of his hair, but hardly ever wore it loose.
He shook his head, and the hair surrounded him; and for a long
moment Heero just stared.
Duo looked like something from his hottest drawings, his wildest
dreams; Heero almost couldn't believe that he was going to be able
to touch, to kiss, to possess this beauty. "Duo," whispered Heero,
then he couldn't hold back. He kissed Duo again, burying his hands
in the mass of hair, feeling it on his body, smelling Duo's sweet
scent. He broke for air, moaning, "You're so sexy... I want you..."
"Then take me. I'm yours," Duo whispered, completely lost in what
Heero was making him feel. His cock ached and his body yearned for
the other boy. He couldn't remember ever feeling this turned on
Almost desperately, they fumbled with each other's clothing, trying
to get to bare skin as fast as possible. Their shirts came off, and
Duo ran his hands all over Heero's muscled chest. Heero threw back
his head and moaned, loving the feeling of the other boy's hands on
his sensitive skin. "Oh, god... want you so much... touch me..."
Duo pulled Heero back, leading him to the bed. He couldn't wait to
feel the other boy on top of him. He stopped at the edge of the bed,
at looked at Heero. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped
them. Heero watched, feasting his eyes on the beautiful boy enticing
him. Heero dropped his own hands to his pants, unbuttoning them and
letting them drop to the floor. He stepped out of the pants, leaving
him in black silk boxers stretched by his arousal. He stepped closer
to Duo, and gently touched his smooth chest, running his fingers
downward until they were at the opened waistband of the jeans. Duo
helped Heero work the tight jeans off the slim hips, and the other
boy moaned when he realized Duo wore nothing underneath. Duo smiled
and kicked the jeans away, and lay back on the huge bed. Heero
looked down at the longhaired boy lounging sensually, hair spread
around him, lithe body stretched before him, hard cock pressed
against his stomach. The only thing standing between them was
Heero's boxers; and he quickly stripped them off, and advanced on
the bed. Duo watched Heero approach; he felt himself harden even
more at the sight of the lean muscled boy with lust-darkened eyes.
Heero's body was incredible; from his tousled hair to his exotic
features to his bronzed skin to his dripping arousal, Duo wanted
Heero climbed onto the bed, crawling up Duo's body, on his hands and
knees, slowly. Duo lay back, bringing his arms up to touch the other
boy's incredible muscles almost reverently. Heero reached Duo's
mouth, and claimed it again, thoroughly. As Heero kissed Duo, he
lowered his body until they were pressed together from chest to
throbbing arousal, straddling Duo's hips. Duo thrust his hips up,
and caressed Heero's back, pulling him closer. "Duo," gasped Heero,
breaking for air.
"Need you, Heero, need you inside me... please," begged the
longhaired boy, writhing under Heero.
Duo's pleas went straight to Heero's aching cock; he wanted to be
inside Duo, wanted to fuck him senseless. "Oh, god, yes..."
Heero supported himself on one hand as he ran the other down Duo's
hot body. Duo moaned in answer, raising his hands above his head so
Heero could touch him everywhere. The feeling of the Japanese boy's
hands on him was nearly enough to make him climax; he wanted to
surrender his whole body to Heero. "Take me..." he whispered, desire
his whole world.
The longhaired boy's words and submission were almost too much for
Heero; Duo was giving him whatever he wanted, and he was blind with
desire. He wanted to touch, to taste, to possess Duo; his arousal
throbbed with need to make the other boy his, and only his. Heero
kissed the exposed neck, licking and biting lower; when he reached
Duo's erect nipples the longhaired boy arched up against him,
whimpering and gasping for more. Heero reached down to touch the
other boy's rock hard cock; he squeezed and stroked, feeling how wet
Duo was already.
Heero's hands, Heero's mouth; they were Duo's whole world as the
cobalt-eyed boy explored his body. The hand wrapped around his cock
stroked him, and Duo cried out, thrusting and wanting more. Duo had
become a creature of pure need, and he needed to be fucked.
Heero sat up, gazing down at the nymph below him, writing at his
every touch, begging to be impaled by his cock. "Duo, we need..." he
managed to say before lust clouded his mind even more. "Lube," he
finished with difficulty and Duo tried to thrust against him.
"Don't... have any..." Duo managed to gasp. "Didn't plan this..."
"Shit. Let me go look in the bathroom." Heero got up quickly and
perused the bathroom while Duo complained from the bed.
"I don't care, Heero! Just fuck me..."
"I care," Heero stated as he walked back into the room with a bottle
of lotion, unscrewing it. He crawled up on the bed and parted Duo's
legs, making the longhaired boy whimper with need. He pushed Duo's
legs apart even more, and kneeled between them, savoring the scene
before him. Duo, surrounded by flowing hair, gloriously naked,
spread and hard for him. Cock glistening, skin flushed, creamy
thighs open for him... it was almost too good to be true.
Duo gazed up at Heero with lust filled violet eyes, almost moaning
from the vision above him. Heero looked incredible, all hard planes
and perfect muscles and throbbing arousal; blazing cobalt eyes fixed
only on him, Heero was Duo's perfect fantasy. Duo spread his legs
farther, willing Heero to hurry and take him.
Slowly, tantalizingly, Heero squeezed out some of the lotion,
coating his fingers thoroughly. He ran his slick fingers up the
inside of Duo's silken thighs, making the longhaired boy
beg. "Please, Heero, hurry... need you, need you to fuck me,
please..." Then Heero was sliding one finger into Duo's aching body,
and Duo arched up to drive it in farther. "More..."
Heero nearly lost control when Duo begged him in that sultry voice.
His cock throbbed and his body ached to possess the violet-eyed boy.
But he wanted everything to be perfect, so he prepared Duo, though
the boy's begging and his sexy body was making it difficult to wait.
Finally, Duo was thrashing on the bed and Heero decided they were
ready. Applying lotion to his aching cock, Heero leaned over Duo and
captured the other boy's mouth as he pressed the tip against Duo's
entrance. He kissed Duo hard as he pressed his arousal into the
other boy, sliding in gently. Duo moaned as he felt Heero's length
invade him, sweet pressure opening him, stretching him wide, filling
him completely. Heero continued to push, sliding into Duo to the
hilt, watching for any sign of pain. All he saw on Duo's face was
Duo almost forgot to breathe; Heero inside him felt so good. Heero's
cock fit inside him perfectly, stretching without pain, touching
everywhere inside him, fulfilling every need. Then Heero began to
thrust into him, and Duo screamed.
"Heero, oh god, Heero, yes, that's it, harder, fuck me harder..."
Heero gripped Duo's hips, fighting for control. His instincts were
starting to take over, instincts that told him to pound Duo into the
mattress, to fuck him as hard as he could. Harder and harder he
thrust, deeper with each stroke, and each time Duo asked for more.
Heero held Duo's hips and fucked him as hard as he could; with every
drive, every penetration, he lost a bit more of his control and his
Duo had never felt anything like this, this perfect brutal intensity
that Heero was giving him; every time the other boy thrust into him,
he screamed from sheer pleasure, and every one was better than the
last. Heero slammed into him, each drive ending with Heero deep
inside him. Duo was sure he was going to lose his mind soon; he
wondered if it was possible to die from ecstasy. He opened his eyes;
he wanted to see the angel that was fucking him. Heero was
transcendent, beyond beauty; Duo knew as he gazed at the other boy
that he needed to feel this, too see Heero like this, again and
Heero was living a fantasy, fucking a longhaired vision, and he knew
it would end all too soon. He could feel climax approaching, and he
needed to see Duo's completion first. While he pounded, he started
to stroke Duo's dripping cock.
If Duo had been screaming before, he was shrieking now; the feeling
of Heero stroking his arousal was more than he could take with the
other boy deep inside his body. Shooting ecstasy claimed him;
searing pleasure shot from his cock, pulsing forth all over him,
while he cried his lover's name.
Heero wasn't prepared for the intensity of Duo's climax; caught by
surprise, Duo's tightening muscles triggered his own completion.
Moaning Duo's name, he was engulfed in overwhelming pleasure,
filling Duo with his hot seed, almost losing consciousness from the
intensity of completion within the other boy.
They untangled themselves and drifted off to sleep, exhausted by
They saw each other again, as often as possible. Most often, they
shared stolen kisses and passionate caresses. They couldn't risk
going to a hotel every night, and neither could think of another
place. Their young hormones cried out for release, and their passion
rose to the breaking point. After one night of intense dancing in a
dark club, they couldn't take it anymore. Duo was on his knees in
front of Heero in the alleyway when bright lights came on and a
loudspeaker informed them they were under arrest.