Bad Habits Lead To You

Hooked

It should have been obvious to me from the beginning, what was happening. I knew once I'd gotten into his car, something was off.

"What're you into, baby? I just wanna make you feel good..." I say. It's cheap. It's easy. Unoriginal. I don't care. Not like any of these guys are in it for the plot. Especially not this piece of shit. Wedding ring. Mercedes. I like to try to blend in around fancy hotels when I have a few extra bucks to spend to dress up. Clientele here are typically cleaner than the truck stop.

"I just want to take you home and fuck you really quick, baby. In and out. Right back here. Double your usual rate, because I like your curls" the thin, gray and black haired man says, touching my hair, showing me $300.

"Double that" I say, pointing at the cash. His mouth turns up into a smirk. He's not totally disgusting. He's actually relatively attractive, compared to some of them. I have no hope of anything better tonight either. Might as well milk him for all he's worth.

"Triple if you spend the night?" He asks. He gives off a bit of a creepy vibe. But he's picking up a male prostitute downtown at 3am. Most of them are.

"Sounds good" I reply, buckling up. "Where are we going?" I ask. It's usually their place if the wife and kids are away. Sometimes a motel. Guys like him, it's usually a hotel. I had a guy bring me to his office once. It was kinda hot, actually.

"Got a motel room. Five minutes from here. Drop you off wherever in the morning" he says. He puts his hand on my knee. I shudder a little, but I pick it up with my hand and move it up towards my dick.

"Hmm you're gonna be fun, aren't you?" He asks, putting his hand on me as I get hard. I've been doing this for 5 years. At first it was really hard. I needed money. I'd been kicked out by my parents. They say it's because of my 'behavioral issues', but I'd been acting out years before they found out I was gay.

I got involved with a group of guys who had some spots. I started fucking around with drugs. And with the guys. Now I'm a full-blown junkie, always looking for my next high, and living off of borrowed time.

I couch surf mostly. Or tent city, when I don't have a sucker like this for the night. He shouldn't be too rough, but of course you never know. It's the nicest ones that fuck you up the worst, usually.

"Show me" he says, stroking me outside of my jeans. We're pulling into the parking lot of a Motel 6 now. He really can't wait til we get inside? I don't protest. I don't wanna piss him off this early. I unbutton my jeans and take my dick out. I look him in the eye and bite my lip as I pull it. He swats my hand away and replaces it with his own. I try to keep the look of distaste off my face.

I don't even mind anymore. I'm so jaded these days, these sick fucks can do whatever they want to me. I try not to react anymore at all. It just makes it worse. They want you to fight, most of them. As long as I can find something to make me forget about it after, I don't give a fuck.

"Stay here. I'll get a key" he says. I zip my jeans up and look out the window. There's a single vending machine and a row of about 20 rooms. Maybe 10 are occupied. A man about my age is walking from the office to a room towards the farther end of the building.

He looks right at me through the windshield in the front of the car. He didn't expect to see anyone, let alone someone watching. He smiles a little. I feel the corners of my mouth turn up. Which they don't usually, unless someone is paying for them to. He then looks away almost like he's concerned? Scared?

He keeps walking by. He's a little short. Brown hair. It's dark out, and there's only dim yellow lighting out here, but I know his eyes are blue. His teeth are super white, even though he's smoking a cigarette. His ass is round. He's gone, and this douche is back.