Warning: This chapter contains an intimate male/male scene. Read with own discretion. Enjoy!
Setting: Earth, October 4th 1999
Adam's POV:
I didn't think about what I was doing. I just knew that I had to do it before I thought about it too much and changed my mind. I kept my head down; my hood pulled over my head, and walked as quickly as I dared, my feet keeping pace with my quickening heartbeat.
When I reached the small building on the end of the block, I checked to make sure there was a green flowerpot on the front step, as I'd been told there would be, and headed up the three steps to the small porch that seemed to be falling apart, and knocked on the door. Paint chipping off the wood broke off just by the rapping of my knuckles.
The door was slowly slid open, and a girl appeared. She had on a red shirt that could barely be even considered clothing—it was badly shredded, and hanging off her body like rags. Her brown hair looked like a cherry bomb had gone off inside it, with glitter spilling out, just with a shake of her hip. Her eyes had so much eyeshadow on them it drowned out any hope of seeing her natural eye color, and had glitter covering the rest of her light brown skin.
She leaned provocatively against the door, smacking on her gum, before saying, "Who are you?"
"Lambert," I said, my hands still in my pockets.
"Mkay, now what's your offer; admission aint free kid," she snarked impatiently, looking behind her.
I pulled my hand out of my pocket quickly, and handed her a small plastic bag. She studied it for a minute, before yelling, "Hey Frankie, light her up!" into the room behind her and tossing the bag somewhere I couldn't see.
She turned around and grabbed my shirt near my shoulder and tugged me hard toward her, as she backed up. The door slammed shut, and I was now inside.
Thinking I was free, I took a step away, but she wasn't done. She wrapped a hand around my neck and grabbed my hair about the back of my neck. It was a sensitive spot for me, and I fought the urge to act like a turtle and scrunch my shoulders to my neck. She put her other hand under my chin, and tilted her head, inspecting me. The strong smell of pot hit me, nearly making me choke on it.
"Hm… you're cute…" she smiled at me, and pressed her mouth to mine. She tasted like stale pot and liquor—not too great of a combination.
I pulled myself off of her, and looked around at the scene in front of me. Everything glowed bright red with the color of nearly all the lights, while a few white disco beads flew around the room. It was hot and humid, the music was just loud enough to hear people, but still be able to lose your mind to it.
Glitter was everywhere, it made me just want to throw it all over myself. I shed my jacket, revealing my shimmering shirt underneath, and strutted in, in my platform heels.
I took a shot from the counter of the bar, and slipped a few bucks onto the table, and walked away, down the back hallway.
I watched as a girl wearing nothing but a too-tight thong was being pressed hard against the wall by a larger man. She moaned loudly, throwing her hands around his neck and in his hair as he caressed her back and licked at her nipples and traced her right breast with his tongue. I had no intention of doing that here. I was here for something way different.
I snatched a beer from the hands of a wandering, drunken whore with a bra hanging loosely around her shoulders and makeup smeared down her face, and swallowed it as quickly as I could, letting the beat of the music control my step.
I stopped at the door to the second to last room at the end of the hallway.
I straightened my back, and pushed the crackling paint job enough for the door to squeak as it flew open.
In the center of the room was a large queen size mattress, torn and tattered, pieces of cloth ripping from it, a brown stain on the corner. It made me wonder what exactly went on here besides just plain old sex. I didn't have to wander for too long; I wasn't clueless. I tried not to stare at it, and moved my eyes to the figure on the bed. A scrawny, pale specimen, about 16 years old or so. He looked so young… I couldn't possibly fuck him. I'd be too afraid to hurt him. He was skin and bones. He was stretched out on the mattress, peering at me with a smirk on his face. He was wearing what looked like a speedo, blue and glittering. I realized I was staring.
"Look all you want, it's free. If you wanna touch though, you gotta come to me, boy."
He was talking to me like I wasn't older and stronger than him, like he was in control of me.
I scowled, and flung myself down on the mattress next to him, and grabbed his shoulder. It was so bony and warm. He literally had no meat on him. I'd hurt him if I tried anything, but I was already here, and my jeans were getting tight.
I wrapped my legs around his, until I was sitting on him. He raised his eyebrows to me. I pulled a wad of bills out of my back pocket, and stuck them in his mouth.
He shut his eyes, tasting the green of the money. His short brown hair was cut too close to his head, and he looked like he'd shaved his eyebrows not that long ago and the hair was just coming back in.
I sat back off of him to tug off my jeans, while he hid the money somewhere in the rips and tears of the mattress.
I was about to drop back down onto him, when he sat up, lightning fast, and put a hand on my chest as a brace, while using his other arm to grab my shoulder and violently flip me over so that I was laying on my back underneath him. He snickered at me.
What the fuck? I thought, and glared up at him.
"So sad, big boy, he whispered to me, looking down at my hard-on, "I dominate this bed. Get ready."
Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed his throat, squeezing, but it didn't wipe the smirk off his face.
"I paid you," I snarled at him, "So I dominate this bed. Get used to it."
I wrapped an arm around his bony body and pulled him to mine, and released my chokehold on his neck, rolling myself over with my newly freed hand. Just like that, I was on top.
He licked his lips. I pressed mine into his, letting his taste dance on my tongue. He tasted more like nuts and coffee than pot, which I appreciated. I bit his lip, and he whined, his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. It sent an anxious shiver through me.
The pile of skin and bones beneath my body squirmed and pushed his way backward until he was sitting up against the wall behind the mattress, our erections rubbing together.
He took my chin in his hand and yanked my head off of his lips, and my eyes blazed in anger. I was in charge, not him. I was about to slap his hand away, when he pierced my eyes with his, swampy and wide, and a hand on top of my head shoved my face down, directly at his cock.
"Suck it," he demanded.
I grabbed his cock, and squeezed, and he whined. My hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and I pulled his head closer to mine.
"I make the rules. Shut up if you want me to keep going," I spat at him.
He pushed my hand off his neck and laid his head back.
I tried not to think about what I was about to do. I just had to do it. I had to let these feelings out. I had to do it, because I'd been dying to. Because it was so wrong, it was right, and I wanted to taste a man in my mouth more than anyone could ever know. I had to get that satisfaction. I was hungry for it, wanting it more than anyone could know. I had to become another being. My realistic fantasy I'd been striving for… this was it. Time to find out who I was.
I took his cock hungrily in my mouth, and sucked with passion, my eyes shutting as I soaked up the taste of the man in my mouth. He moaned, and I heard his nails scratching the wall behind him as I deep-throated him.
He wasted no time, and came in my mouth after only a minute. I wasn't used to this, even though I'd been expecting it, and I almost choked on it, before I commanded myself to swallow.
The smaller man's legs wrapped around my head, and I caressed his thighs as I continued to taste him. I opened my eyes to look at him, and the look of pleasure on his face sent a comforting shiver down my spine.
His fingers tangled in my flop of hair, pulling and caressing. You taste so good you little bitch, I thought to myself as I finished him off.
I released him, and reached up, running a finger over his dry lips and whispering "Your turn, bitch," into his ear. He shuddered at my hot breath, and slid away, and I took his former position.
He expertly ran a hand down my cock, sliding it into his mouth, and sucking. The unexpected sensation caused a moan to run across my lips, and my eyes rolled back in my head as he continued. He clearly had more experience than I did. He made it look more passionate than it was.
Wonderful feelings surged through me, and I moaned louder. The moment was ruined as I pictured the little bitch smirking at me loving the way he felt on me.
He instantly made me forget that, by doing something incredibly wonderful with his tongue, and without being able to stop anything, I came in his mouth. An uncontrolled growl came out of me before I could think to stop it, and I grabbed at the wall helplessly as I lay pray to his man's magic tongue.
I was loving this. I didn't want him to stop, aside from the itching in the back of my mind that yearned to taste him again.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard the squeak of the door flying on its hinges, and I flicked my eyes open. A man around 20 years old stood in the doorway, arms crossed. It scared me for a moment – I thought he might be there for me, but, I didn't recognize him. The terrified look on the bony boy between my legs confirmed that the man in the doorway was there for him, not me. Music drifted into the room, thumping and pounding, along with several moans, shouts, and cries.
"Tony… why… uhm…" the boy began.
"Get up. We're leaving," he man growled at the bony kid. He was wearing a black tank top, and his dark hair was so messy a rat could have been living with her family in there and no one would know. His stubble looked badly shave, but yet he was thin, and looked young.
I was suddenly angry at him. I'd paid for more than this, how dare he come in and rip me off!
"Woah, he's not done here," I said sternly to Tony, putting my hand out.
"Sorry kid," the man said, "he already has obligations. To this guy. So I suggest you tug your leotard back on and prance your sorry ass outta this shit hole."
I wanted to stand up and punch him, but he was already leaving, taking the scrawny kid in his arms and shaking him before slapping him, and shutting the door. I spun around and pounded my fists into the mattress, angry as hell.
Why, I thought. Just when I was beginning to go there… to escape… the fuck is wrong with the world.
I pushed my face into the mattress to hide the angry tears burning my eyes. I heard the crinkle of thick paper under my cheekbone. I lifted my head and reached into a hold in the fabric, pulling out my wad of bills. I took back just enough so that I'd still paid for the blowjob, if that scrawny whore ever came back to get his money.
I wiped my face dry, and pulled my clothing back on. But before hurrying out of the room, I turned around and tucked the bills I'd removed back into the mattress. That boy looked so thin that I was sure he could use the extra money, even if he was a little bitch.
I hurried out of the room, down the hallway, stopping to slip my tongue into a random guy's mouth and he groped for my cock, then taking his hair and tossing him back into the crowd, just to taste my freedom one last time.
I strutted out the door of the club, and down the sidewalk.
Fuck the world.
This is who I was. It was who I was meant to be. I didn't care who told me it was wrong, or that I shouldn't.
I was fierce, and I was free.
