Stay calm

4

The room was spinning, I felt as if I was floating around the room. Images of people, happy laughing people were circled around me. Every time I tried to get close to them they'd disapear. I'd ran out of meds yesterday and pot wasn't helping with that.

A scream pierces my ears, it was my mom. A man was ontop of her, not my father I never knew my father. This was her abusive boyfriend. She kept screaming and screaming. I couldn't help her and I couldn't block it out. I unscrewed a bottle and chug vodka until my vision goes black.

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Chunks mixed with clear water, my mouth tasted acidic and bloody. I'd been throwing my guts up for the past two hours. I groan at the knock on the door. Whoever you are you better have a good fucking reason.

"Can I fucking help you?"

"I'm sorry is now a bad time."

I rub my eyes to see more clearly,  "shit sorry, I'm not feeling well."

"I see that," he chuckles, "Mind if I come in."

"Sure."

"I'm Ryan by the way."

"Ricky. So um what's up?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing, I'm assuming not well."

"I'm good just a little hungover."

"I brought you something." He pulls out pepper spray. "The city can get a bit rough and you're tiny."

"Thanks." I laugh even though it hurt my head even more.

"I should've brought aspirin to. So what do you do for a living?"

I motion to the corner, "paint shit, not selling to much yet."

"Damn they're amazing, I could help you make a website."

"That would be great" I perk up a bit. "What do you do?"

"I write shit, I'll drop a book I'm working on off, maybe you could help me out."

"Sounds good." I couldn't help but stare him up and down. His arms looked strong but not overly buff. His hair and face was just fucking perfect with those big brown puppy dog eyes. The way his pants hugged his legs in a way that showed a nice bulge. It was making me really horny.

His phone vibrates, "it's my sister she needs me to pick her up. See you later?" He smiles shyly.

"Of course." I smile back.

Now to fix my little problem.

Stripping my clothes off I lay on the mattress. My cock already hard, I wrap my hand around it and flick my wrist until cumming  all over myself. That's not enough. Shuffling through boxes I find what I'm looking for. I stick it on the floor and switch it on. I position myself over the vibrating stick and lower myself. I find my prostate and switch it to the highest level. screaming at the pleasure it gave me. Not as good as real dick but this was urgent. I was bored and the need still wasn't satisfied. Can't be hard to get dick here.

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I was right, dick was a little to easy. I was sucking on a sexy goth guys dick while he was under me sucking mine.

"Fuck me till I can't walk."

He flips us over having a tight grip on my cock. I was a moaning mess before he slammed into me.

/

"We'll have to do this again, I love the way you scream." He hands me two hundred dollars. Holy fuck.

"I guess we will." I didn't intend to but the money sure was nice. He took it seriously when I said I didn't want to walk. I limped all the way home.