Boss (boyxboy)

The thumping of the music was so loud it made my head hurt, but I didn’t care. I let the strange man grind his groin into my ass. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my waist as I rubbed my ass against him. He groaned sexual remarks in my ear. I returned them to please him. He stuffed a wad of money into the crotch of my jeans and he told me to meet him out back, then he was gone. I carefully took out the cash and counted it. I put the $600 dollars back in my pocket. I weaved my way through the crowd, I exited out the back and saw him smoking against the brick wall.

The music was muffled now as I plucked the cigarette from his lips and put it between my own. I took a long drag and kissed him. He took the cigarette and threw it on the damp ground.  He took my hand and led us out of the alleyway. He led me to his nice Mercedes. He opened the door for me. I smiled at him and slide in. He got in and drove us to a cheap motel around the corner. After he booked a room for the night, he led me to our room. He opened the door for me, shutting it behind him.  I turned around and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing at his neck. I ran my hand down his hairy but toned chest.  I liked it when my clients had a nice body. Too bad about his face, eyes too far apart, bushy unattractive brows, tiny lips, pig nose.  I let him push me onto the old creaky musty bed. He took off his jacket and shirt; he unbuckled his belt and took out a condom. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. 

I felt bad for our neighbors; the continuous sound of the creaky bed slamming against their wall must have been a nuisance. I woke in the morning to the man dressed, tying his tie. He smirked at me and took out a wad of cash and threw it at me. The bills fluttered everywhere, landing on my bruised body. He must have like the sight of it, maybe a fetish of his. After he left I sat up, the precious bills falling off of me onto the bed sheets.  I got up and walked into the small bathroom. I looked into the dirty mirror and saw a reflection of husk of the bouncing boy I once was.  Now all I saw was a pale boy staring back at me. His naked body littered with love-bites and bruises. Dark bags underneath his dead blue eyes.  Dirty blond hair tousled suggesting that he had been promiscuous recently.  

I looked away not wanting to meet the gaze of the thing that sickened me the most. I turned on the shower, dirty water spurting out of the shower head. I didn’t mind though. I stepped inside and washed my body and hair. Quickly I dried off and changed back into my clothes from the previous night. I counted my money, a total of 1200. I smiled and stuffed the cash in my pocket and left. I walked to a house I knew so well, which I both hated and loved. I walked around back and knocked on the door two times. It opened slightly, but enough for me to get in. I walked into the small 1950s kitchen. I saw Oliver looking at me expectantly, I gave him the 600 dollars. He smiled and put it in his coat pocket. I sat down at one of the chairs at the small dining table. He took out a small kit from the back of the cupboards. He opened it up and took out the things he needed. I was so lucky to be connected to Oliver. He use to work at the hospital, so he knew how to sterilize needles. He prepped me and injected me. I clenched my teeth and tilted my head back. As I felt the wonderful drug enter my system.

“I gave you a little over the regular dose but you’ll be fine.” He told me, put the kit back up. I stared at him as I felt the warm feeling overcome me. I haven’t been doing heroine too long.  So none of the worst effects had hit me yet. I can quit anytime I want.

But we all know that’s a lie.