I don't own any of the G-Boys, nor do I wish to, I'm just using them for the satisfaction of my imagination and I promise not to hurt them to much.

A.N.: I wrote this story two years ago and I just found it, I thought it seemed interesting, hope you all think so. And just to let you all know right now, I will write two chapters for every four reviews. So please, help me, help you! Thanks.

He watched almost dazedly as liquid poison shot out from its cylinder confinement and flooded through the pulsating blue vein on his left arm. His quivering right hand pulled on the yellow plastic band tightly strapped around his arm, just a few more minutes and he would get his high and nothing else would matter. He sniffed and pulled out the silver needle and slowly brought it up to his face staring at it with glazed eyes, a bitter smile licked scarlet lips. He remembered a time when he was dreadfully afraid of needles, but now he no longer cared, the fear had long ago been snuffed out by the toxin that now made his heart hammer against his ribcage.

Bringing his arm down he let his head loll back as he basked in the effects the drug created. An involuntary giggle escaped his lips, he figured the image he was seeing against the once beige wall would eventually disappear, but right now it was pleasing to him, he wanted to touch it. This, to him was the second best thing in this world, sex being the first. It took control of his entire system just for a few hours it put a hazy look on everything making him forget the cold bitter world that constantly threatened to choke him to his icy grave.

Awhile later found him in the shower, hot sprays of liquid fire burned away the filth cluttering his pores and tainted his alabaster skin. He ran fingers through waves upon waves of mahogany silk his costumers adored so much. Realizing he couldn't get clean enough he turned off the taps and exited his small bathroom, not the least bit timid of his nude state. He fetched a towel from his mattress and began to dry the droplets stuck to his skin, he then brought the towel to the mass of damp hair and squeezed, beads of water dripped on the floor, he let the towel drop on the puddle of water. He nakedly trudged to the hole in the wall that he considered his closet and put on a pair of black leather pants, matching black turtleneck and a lastly he shrugged into a black leather coat. Putting his hair in a tight wet braid that flopped neatly against perfectly a round ass. Putting his feet into a pair of combat boots , he picked up his keys on the way out and closed the door behind him.

The pungent stench of urine, vomit, and sex assailed his nostrils as he stepped into the revolting scene of the apartment he lived in, he hated this place. But like all things bad for you, one either learned to ignore it or get use to it and he had mastered both. So with little less then a cringe at seeing a big fat, greasy man trying desperately to find release with the hooker who knelt in front of him he sauntered away.