I roamed around school lost as if life was unstable, shaking under my foot. I kept thinking, why? I was always a good son, obedient and understanding. I was the one "man" she knew would never leave her side. But, all she did was betray me, knocking me down lower each time. All I wanted was respect, some damn acknowledgement. Sometimes I sit here thinking on how I would kill her. Strangle or gun shot, quick or torturing. What is the justice verdict for the damage done on my sanity. That, that is something she strip from me with loud unmuffled moans. With images of men with no clothes on dangling their various cocks around in front of my six year old mind. I found my way out the school and I walked clear pass the bus with my ear buds in my ears with the volume turned up loud. I trolled through the town lost and exploring as if time traveling back in time to a point in my life when I felt pure. I walk pass stores that resembles stepping stones of life lessons, resembles the good in this world. I block out the world as I dreamed old dreams. I stepped into the old whore house my mom used to work at. Workers wave at me as I pass by, but all I do is smile and kept moving. I sat down watching the dancers, girls who now are full blown women. I still remember when they were only third teen. Time as flown by rather quickly, and I feel as if I was stuck in a repeating moment. I shake my head hoping to erase the thought but it stuck with me. With that I felt my head throb, aching under the stress. I was soon distracted by a dancer named Lala, Laura, she was only a few years older than me. She took my hand a walked me to the back room. I watch her strip slowly, showing me every inch of her body. She walked up to me removing my ear buds whispering a seductive nickname for me in my ear. She rubbed her nice set of breast up against me, running her fingers through my hair. I grew weak to her temptation and let her do as she pleased. She slowly unzipped my pants keeping her eyes locked on mine. She lowered my pants and whipped out my dick. My nerves were aroused to the point I was frozen in my place. I watched as she licked me all over. My heart started to race as she kissed the tip. I wanted to ask for more, I wanted to do more. I felt my brain detach from my body as my hands gripped her head. My body forced her to deep throat nice and slow. In a matter of minutes she grew to enjoy the taste. I felt her mouth sucked on my cock filling me up with sensation. I started to hear myself moan. What have I become?
