Kyle drove to Dennis's house directly after school. Once inside, he lowered his head to Dennis, whom was sitting behind a desk, in up most respect, "I was invited to spend time with friends tomorrow night, would it be okay if I miss one night of work?"

Dennis sighed, "You are my most requested whore, Kyle. I would hate to lose out on 20 grand because you want to spend time with friends for free." Kyle sighed, he put his head up enough to look into Dennis's eyes, "Please Sir, I haven't hung out with my friends in a really long time."

Kyle waited as Dennis appeared to consider his plea, "Alright, Kyle, but only under the condition that you earn around four to five thousand. I'm sure someone of your talents can make that quickly. Before I forget, I'm lowering your cut, consider 20% as an insurance policy."

"Yes... thank you." Kyle looked down.


Kyle was in his room, sitting against the wall with his head leaned back. He had a long night of horny men and two women using his body for their sick desires and made enough to make Dennis happy. He just wanted to relax with heroin so he could numb his memories. Kyle hated what he was doing but he made great money. No one suspected anything, that he was aware of, and because stayed in Dennis's good graces, he was never hurt by him; not counting that one time. He knew that he was Dennis's cash cow, being as attractive and young as he is, he's able to double or triple his prices.

Kyle figured, while high as fuck, that the best way to go around getting the money by faster means was to have a threesome since he charged $3,000 a session. If anything, maybe he could talk them into giving him the money he needs and he wouldn't refuse an request of any kind. He looked forward to having fun for once in a really long time.

A tapping on his window broke his concentration. He got up and looked out the window, it was Eric.

"What do you want at 4 am, Fatass?!"

"I'm not fat, Jew rat, I just wanna talk."

"At 4 am?!" Kyle shouted down.

Eric gave him the look like he should know better than to question his judgement and Kyle sighed, "Fine, come on up." He quickly hid the heroin, needled syringe, and the rubber band that was tied to his arm. Eric barged into Kyle's room, as he had done many times - usually unannounced. Kyle sat back where he was, "So what do you want?"

Eric looked at Kyle, as if to be studying him, "Something's been off about you lately. I don't want to do this in front of the guys because I don't want your bitch to come to your defense when he is just as suspicious as I am."

"Dude, don't call Stan a bitch." Kyle sighed, "And I'm fine."

"Really, so why are your eyes glassy?"

"It is after 4 am, I'm just tired, man." Kyle lied flatly.

Eric didn't buy it, Kyle was a terrible liar, but he knew prying would only make things negative between them and Kyle could easily change his mind about coming over that night.

"When did life become so hard?" Kyle asked, sorta out of his mind.

Eric sighed, "When we stopped being children."


"Damn, did you see that exchange student?" Kenny laughed, "I wouldn't mind hitting that."

"You mean Sabine? Damn, she's hot. I would tap that in a heart beat." Stan commented.

Eric playfully slapped Stan, "Dude, as if Wendy would allow that."

Kyle laughed while his friends were eating pizza, drinking Mike's Hard and talking about girls. He didn't really have much to say, as he didn't really find many girls attractive and the last date with a girl was with Nichole in 4th grade.

Stan wore his varsity coat over a black shirt and basic, blue jeans. Kenny had a orange wind breaker over a blue shirt and acid washed jeans, and his hair was sorta long, about the same length as Stan, who wore his hair sorta long because apparently chicks like that - despite he's practically married to Wendy. Eric wore a tan sweater with black jeans. Kyle thought Eric's brown hair was cute nicely that made him look a lot less like a douche bag that he really was.

Kyle looked at his watch, "Hey guys, I gotta do something for three hours. I couldn't get out of most what I had to do. I'll be back."

Eric and Stan eyed him and then at each other. "Sure Kyle, just don't take long, okay?"


It didn't take long for Kyle to get clients. It was a Friday night and plenty of lurkers were out and about, looking for anyone to satisfy them. At 2 1/2 hours into the time he'd say he'd be gone, Kyle was taken into a motel room. One of the boys happened to be in the area when he thought he saw Kyle go into a room with someone. He quietly followed them and peeked into the window. His eyes widened as he watched Kyle was on his knees, sucking off the guy, and had no idea that he was busted. A little while later, his jaw had dropped, watching Kyle get banged by his client.

When his three hours were up, Kyle came out from the motel, counting the money that he was paid. He put it with the rest of the money he made in that time.

"Kyle? What the fuck were you doing in there?"

Kyle nearly dropped the money, "Oh my gawd, what are you doing here?! How the fuck did you find me?!"


I'm debating on who found him, either Stan or Eric... to sorta make the story description make sense to the story, it should be Eric. I'm not into drugs so I'm not sure if it's heroin or morphine that is injected... I thought both could... hell would I know? I'm also a girl and all my stories are two dudes doing it - again, out of my expertise except when it comes to the depravity - that I love.