A/N: I'm taking a cue from the TV show How I Met Your Mother for this part.
How I Met Ted
The first night I'd gone out hustling with Brandon was one of the worst nights of my life. I'd had no idea what to wear or do or where to tell Justin I was going. In the end, I'd had little choice in terms of wardrobe. I'd rooted through Mikey's closet and dresser, but nothing he owned was the least bit sexy. So I'd thrown on the one shirt I had without print (a plain black T-shirt) and my tightest dark blue jeans. I'd told Justin that I was going to do some work on a diner customer's car in this fictional person's brightly lit and well-stocked garage for extra money and that he should wait for me at Mikey's. Under no circumstances did I want him to sleep in the park alone, not only because it was unsafe but also because I didn't want to risk his seeing me there with a john.
After this preparation, I'd headed over to the park, where Brandon was waiting for me. Brandon had told me to lean up against a lamppost and then he'd stood next to me with his jean jacket casually tossed over his shoulder. The first person to approach was another teenager. He was a short and awkward-looking kid with black hair.
That's right.
Ted.
He'd pulled out a neat stack of ones and asked, "How much?
He'd addressed me, but I'd had no clue what anything cost. So Brandon had answered coolly, "Ten for a hand job, twenty for a blow job, and fifty for a fuck, either way."
Ted had nodded solemnly and then carefully counted out twenty bucks. He'd handed it to me. My heart'd suddenly plummeted into my stomach. At that point, I'd never done anything with anyone. An image of Justin's beautiful smiling face had then flashed before my eyes. I'd turned away and vomited on the spot.
Ted had inquired, "Is he okay?"
Not realizing that I could hear him or that we'd ever see Ted again, he'd answered honestly, telling Ted something I'd had no idea he knew, "He's a virgin and in love with some blond kid. Would you mind if I sucked you off instead?"
I have no way of knowing Ted's response, but it must have been in the affirmative because I'd soon heard his low raspy voice moaning. I'd turned around and watched as Brandon, now kneeling, bobbed his head up and down, sliding Ted's unfortunately sized cock in and out of his mouth.
Then an older man had approached. I'd sighed when the figure came into full view. My old gym teacher.
A chill wind had then blown through the trees, reminding me why I was out there, to get Justin and I out of the park before autumn set in.
Mr. Johnson had licked his lips, causing me to shudder, and asked, "How much to fuck you?"
I'd set my jaw and replied, "Fifty bucks.
After pocketing the money, I'd pulled my jeans down and turned around, holding onto the lamppost for dear life.
When I'd heard him unzip his pants, I'd managed to inform him, "I don't do it raw," but I'd barely closed my eyes when I'd felt his unlubed, but sheathed, cock begin ripping me apart. Thankfully, Jack's longtime abuse had forced me to learn how to disassociate my body from my mind, so while he'd grunted like a pig and pounded my virgin ass, I'd imagined kissing Justin's plump cherry-red lips and feeling those lips sliding over my cock.
To my delight, or something like that, Mr. Johnson had finished fast. So I was pulling up my jeans just as Ted was leaving. Our eyes had met for a moment. He'd given me a compassionate look, which had confused me until I'd felt something wet sliding down my cheek.
I'd been crying.
After the shock had worn off, I'd brushed the tears away and blinked a few times. Then I'd reached into my pocket until I'd felt the crisp fifty dollar bill there, and I'd quickly done the math. Six fucks, fifteen blow jobs, or thirty hand jobs a night, a few nights a week, for two weeks, would get us an apartment, and a few more weeks would furnish it. I'd gritted my teeth, steeling myself, and turned back around, ready for anything. After all, I'd spent the better part of two years jerking off to thoughts of Justin, so I'd had plenty of fantasies, many of them quite elaborate, I could call to mind and in which I could deeply embroil myself in the blink of an eye.
A couple of hours later, barely able to walk, I'd limped back to Mikey's to get Justin. Then he'd chattered the entire way back about some movie he'd watched with Mikey as I'd clenched a fist and forced myself to walk normally. But it was all worth it when I'd pulled Justin into my arms (for, uh, warmth, ironically, maybe thirty feet from the lamppost where I'd lost my virginity) and told him how much money I'd made 'working on the diner customer's car.' I'd been unable to stifle my grin (from pride) or my silent tears (from shame) when Justin had exclaimed, "Wow, Brian! That's so much money! You must be very talented!"
How We Met Ted
The next day, Justin and I were at the diner eating breakfast when in had walked Ted. His eyes had widened in shock when he'd caught sight of me and even more when he'd caught sight of Justin. But by the time Justin'd looked up, he'd quelled his surprise. He'd looked back at us nonchalantly as though he'd never seen me before.
I'd known then that he'd make a good friend, so I'd invited him to sit down, and he's eaten breakfast with us every morning since.