The Corner Boy

Chapter One

   **Mitch's POV**

             When I was ten I used to sit on the swings in the park and just think about when I would grow up and get out of Arlington, But I never imagined it being like this...

My name is Mitchell Grassi, and this is my story..

I was given this journal by a friend when I turned nineteen last week so that when I'm old and dying I'll be able to look back on my life and think "damn, I had it good". I don't really understand why I will think that, but I guess I will. So I'll just go ahead and give it a try..

When I turned fifteen I came out on my parents as gay. They kicked me out and told me not to come back..

So I didn't. Instead I hitch hiked to California where I then lived on the street for weeks until someone mistook me for a prostitute one night and I made fifty dollars. </p><p> I quickly learned that if I wanted to survive, I had a job on every corner. I did what I had to in order to survive. And that's where we are now.

I'm currently in the passenger side of a car that belongs to an attractive blonde haired man.

He looks to be in his mid-twenties and we are going to his apartment where I will then bend over and he will fuck me before I leave.

It goes much like this every night so I'm used to it. I've been doing this for close to four years and while I don't like it, it keeps me alive.

I'm saving to go to college. I found an apartment with a girl that I met at a convenience store. I'm living with her and her boyfriend and they treat me well.

I have a room to myself and we don't talk about my job. The girl, Kirstin, and her boyfriend, Jeremy, have been dating for two and a half years.

They make all this bearable because I know that when I get home later there'll be a dinner in the microwave and a warm bed calling my name.

So, I just got home and I'm slightly confused as to what just happened.. The guy that I was supposed to get fucked by took me to his apartment like I had assumed he would, but when we got there he asked what I wanted..

I didn't understand what he meant at first but then he walked over to the fridge and gave me a questioning look.. It took me a good minute and a half to realize that he wanted me to eat something.

I had politely declined when he tossed me and apple and a water, I had no idea why he was being so nice but I ate the apple and drank the water.

If he poisoned it and I'm going to die, I guess that I've lived enough. I've sure as hell experienced enough hardship for a lifetime.

After I had finished the food, the man asked me how I wanted this to go. I told him that I was there for his pleasure, not my own and he looked slightly offended. I have no idea why, I mean.. Who picks up a hooker and then asks them how they want to be fucked..?

He wouldn't accept my answer and asked again. I just opted for fast and rough, but what he did surprised me.

Instead of bending me over the nearest surface and fucking me until he came he brought me back to his room. Which was flawless might I add.

He watched me get undressed and did the same, a look of something almost like pity in his eyes, I didn't like the look so I went over to him and started making out with him like I would any other client but he pulled away.

I was a bit offended but the feeling was overshadowed by the shock of him asking me what my name was.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever asked my name before they fucked me.

I'm just a toy for their pleasure to them, not a human, so what's the point in asking my name?

I wasn't sure whether or not I should lie, I opted for not and just told him the truth. I told him that my name is Mitch and he nodded and kissed me.

It was gentle and sweet but soon grew heated as we started making out and grinding.

We had eventually ended up on the bed with him hovering over me and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly pushed into me. It seemed like he was trying to gauge my reaction.

I however had been experiencing far too much pleasure to maintain eye contact. My eyes were closing as I moaned softly. He was huge, but still gentle.. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before and it was amazing.

It continued much like this, fast but gentle, it was a welcome change from my normal interactions with clients.

When he came he moaned my name, I wasn't quite sure what to do as I came as well. I had no idea that sex with a stranger could be so enjoyable.. Part of me wishes that it could always be like that although I know that it won't be...
A girl can still dream...