Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
Trade had been slow along the Wall tonight, maybe because its closer to Christmas and tricks with families had to go shopping or else. A Porche drove pass with Creep behind wheel. He earned his nickname because of his preference to really young and fresh chicken, anyone over 17 is too old, and no repeat call. Often I pimped for him by pointing out the new meat and earned a $50 for doing so. Rumor had it that he made his billions by trading gold and oil futures, fucked if I know what that means. Those who had been to his mansion mentioned a 3 storeys waterfront house with god knows how many rooms and fancy furnitures and pictures everywhere. And the spring chickens were handsomely awarded, often $500 a pop, as Creep loved to pop a cherry.
While I was lighting my first cig of the night, I noticed a white Toyota drove pass the second time. It was a bit dark so I couldn't see who was in the car, but I was sure I've never seen it before. Next minute it stopped slowly in front of me and the downed the window. Instinctively I walked toward the car and looked through the open window and saw a 30yish guy who looked a bit nervouse. All I could make out was that he looked OK with clean cut features. He coughed a bit and said Hi.
"Quiet night, are U heading somewhere?" I asked.
"Just having a little drive around" he replied.
"Are you looking for a bit of fun?"
"Mmm, actually, I just want to talk"
Alarm bell started to ring, "are you a journalist?" (he doesnt fit the copper profile, according to my streetwise 6th sense, and besides he sounded a bit too well educated to be a copper).
"No, I just feel a bit down and lonely tonight"
"Its $50 for an hour"
"Sure, hop in"
Next I was besides him on the passenger side.
"Could I have my money now?"
With the $50 in my pocket, I asked "Do you have a place to go?"
"Mmm, how about a coffee shop or park bench?"
"McDonald down the next street would do me fine" (No fucking way in the world I'm going to a park bench late at night)
Even McDonald was slow tonight, I ordered my cheese qtr pounder and coffee, him only coffee, and we found a little corner all by ourselves. Then I had a good look at him, definite no more that 35 with thick bushy eyebrows, thick sensual lips, and blue blue eyes. He could be an actor. I also noticed good muscle definition under the black T-shirt. He would easily over 6ft3 as I'm 6ft already, not bad looking at all, why prostitute? He could almost pick up anyone at one of those gay bars in the area. I'll leave that to the psychologists.
"I'm Josh, and you?" "I'm David" he replied.
"So, what would you like to talk about?"
"Just general, nothing in particular, how did you get into this business?"
"You mean prostitution? My old man kicked me out, with no address and good education, what else could you do in this big city of Sydney? Couldn't even get a job at the supermarket checkout , besides prostitution pays well. Provided you are not into drug, I should be able to save enough money within a couple of years and maybe I'll think of something else. I dont drink, not after seeing what it did to my parents, and I wish I could quit smoking. Maybe next year, thats a week away, so, my chance of getting out of prostitution and proverty is good".
"You have any siblings?"
"Just my younger sister"
"Wheres she now?"
"In and out of mantle hospitals if she could find a bed, she went funny after she was raped by my old man when she was 13"
"How did you find out?" Expression of disgust all over his face.
"I saw it with my eyes, I was 14 and, if I interfered, I could easily get hurt as well, and I'm still carrying the guilt for not doing something at the time".
"You were too young to carry the blame"
I'd done with my burger and coffee, "could we go for a drive? I'm not too keen with the decor inside Mcdonalds". "Sure, lets go".
We were driving along Oxford street, then the back of Centennial Park aimlessly. "That story about your sister is terrible, I feel so sorry for her". "Yeah, thats what alcohol does to you, my old man was ok before he became alcoholic".
I casually put my hand on his knee, he tensed up instantly. Slowly I moved my hand a bit higher up towards his thigh, I just rested my hand there for a minute or so. You could only hear the breathing between us. Then I felt the lump. Decent size. Slowly I unzipped him, and I realised the car was now stopped under one of the road side tree and was covered in darkness. The lump was hot, the back of my hand brushed against coarse hairs, then I expertly freed up the lump which according to my book, maybe 7 inches or so, and rather thick. He was breathing hard, and I slowly jerked him off, within 30 seconds or so, I heard a quiet whispering "No, please stop", then he came all over his trousers before even finishing his sentence. His sperm went clammy instantly and I got out a package of pocket size tissue and wiped my hand clean. He was silent, sat montionlessly, not even trying to clean himself up. "Do you need some tissue?" "Yes, thanks".
He dropped me back to the Wall. I might just called it a night. That night I dreamt of David, I woked up middle of the night, feeling his naked body against me, and the coarse hairs brushed against the back of my hand, I masterbated for the first time for my own pelasure in as many months.
I was looking out for David the next few weeks, Christmas and New Year came and went, no sight of David. Ah well, life goes on.
(To be continued.)