Chapter 4: Starvation
I took the road of least resistance
I had my game to play
I had the skill, and more – the hunger
Easy to get away
Pity the child with no such weapons
No defence
No escape from the ties that bind
Always a step behind
I never called to tell her all I'd done
I was only her son!
In the men's room at a campus bar. 1993
"I wanna fuck you! You wanna fuck? You wanna fuck hard? Let me feel you. Feel my cock. Touch it! Let me fuck your virgin ass!"
Greg touches him. Wraps his hand around his hard cock. Stroking it. Trembling . Kissing. Being taken. Up against the wall. Not much preparation. Perspiration. Hot flesh pounding against each other. Hard, fast, hurt, it fucking hurts.
The faceless man finishes and walks out and Greg put on his pants again and wipes his face clean. He didn't get quite drunk enough.
An alley, 1994
"You have to stop this Greg."
"Stop what?"
"Stop paying me for a fuck"
"What, don't you want your salary?"
"Hell, yeah. It's just not you."
"What isn't? "
"You don't have to pay for it. Get your self a nice boy who gives it to you for free"
"You don't want to fuck me anymore, that's it?"
"Your good, I can keep you forever. You can't keep me, that's the problem. You are getting less… you deserve more. Now go. I don't want to see you here again!"
Adam's apartment 1995
"Are you staying tonight?"
"Um…. No."
"You never are"
"No.."
"What are we? Am I just causal sex for you Greg?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"I don't know, okay? Don't freak out about it!"
"Then get out"
Greg's apartment 1997
"A diploma for the wall" He told himself, watching the papers that proofs his education. "And now, no one shall step on me again."