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EPOV

The dream always starts out the same…

"Mmm, Edward." Seth's neck has become my new fixation as I nipped at it while rubbing his erection through his pants.

"Shh, you have to be quiet," I tell him before resuming my previous activity. The last thing we needed was for my father to walk in on us.

Graduation was over and it was now late at night. After complaining of being too tired to drive, Seth was allowed to stay over in one of the many guest bedrooms. However as soon as Father and Mother went to bed, Seth came to my room.

Seth has been my boyfriend for the last two years, a fact which was unknown to our parents and friends. Who would've believed that Forks High star quarterback was gay and dating the lanky geek and valedictorian. However, we were, and had been sleeping together for more than six months now. I was in love with him and we had planned to come out to our parents once freshman year of college was over.

I had received a scholarship to Dartmouth and fortunately, Seth would be attending the same school with me. He was not your average quarterback; he wasn't all brawn and no brain. Instead, he had a good head on his shoulders and was a wiz at Math.

So it was a shoo in for him at Dartmouth, something I couldn't be happier about because finally we could be together and out in the open somewhere that we couldn't be judged unlike here. Forks was a small town where everyone knew everyone. It was Dad's idea to move here no matter how much I had objected. Mom just ignored me and my complaints the day of the move as usual and followed Dad like a puppy dog.

Sure, we had elite here which made them extremely comfortable being around their own, but my eyes were set on bigger cities with a variety of people. Seth shared my ideals, neither he nor I were as stuck up as our parents so it constantly felt like we were being suffocated by their lifestyle. Yes, the money made a difference, but it didn't make me happy since I was just living my life for someone else. Mother had friends in high places as did Dad. One of mom's best friends was Heidi Whitlock, whom she's known since college. They mostly communicated through phone calls and only brief visits to each other's homes. I had only met her once and it was an experienced I never wanted to repeat as she was the epiphany of high society. She had one son who was far older than me, but we've never met.

Seth pulled me from my thoughts with a hard kiss, tangling his tongue with my own as I delighted in his sweet taste. Since we lost our virginity to each other, our sex life has been one of great enjoyment. Every moment we could steal away was spent with our hands roaming over whatever exposed skin we could reach, blowjobs and sex. I couldn't get over how hot my boyfriend was and how horny he made me.

He stood from the bed and I unbuckled his pants, pulling them down his pants and freeing his cock. I rubbed it, stroking it from base to tip as I relished in the feel of his bare dick against my palm.

"Mmm, yes, Edward," he moaned, closing his eyes. "Oh baby, please suck me."

Never being one to deny myself or Seth pleasure, I took him into my mouth, sucking the head hard before deep throating him. Seth and I had made it our task to explore as much as we could together, and deep throating one another was one thing that we were happy to succeed in.

I licked and sucked his cock until he came muffling his groans in the pillow he was biting. Stripping naked, we climbed into bed together after he grabbed the lube and condoms, throwing them to me.

We prepared ourselves and in no time Seth was on all fours with me gently thrusting my length into his tight ass. After he had adjusted, I took my time pushing and pulling to annoy him while simultaneously making him beg to be fucked. Our speed gradually increased until I found myself pumping in and out of his hole at a maddening pace. After our orgasms washed over us, we collapsed on the bed.

After tiredly cleaning up, we fell into a deep sleep, together.

The slap across my face startled me and I jumped up from the bed before realizing that I was stark naked and standing in front of my very angry father and crying mother. I looked back on the bed to see a frightened Seth with his eyes rapidly moving between me and my father.

After Dad ran Seth out, he started in on me with the questions.

How long had it been going on? Why? Did someone harm me? Why would I want to disgrace my family this way? The hope and dreams they had for me were all gone now.

When it was my turn to ask why they would think that, Father shouted, "Because I don't want a faggot for a son!"

"Dad, I…"

"Don't call me that!" he said with disdain.

"I…" I tried as I took my mom's hands in mine. Dad pulled it away and told me to take my filthy hands off her. My shock left me dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that this was the same parents I'd love all my life. Why were they acting like this? There was nothing wrong with me, I was perfectly normal and they were acting as if I was some sort of alien or something.

I was then kicked out with only five hundred bucks to my name and told never to return to my home as my father didn't want a homo for a son. When I asked what everyone who knew me would say when they noticed my absence, I was told that they had it covered and not to concern myself with family affairs. I asked about college and Dad blatantly told me that no faggot would be wasting his money.

All the studying, all high grades I earned, not even the fact that I had graduated at the top of my class made an ounce of difference to them. I was given enough time to pack some of my clothes in a duffel bag, but I was not to hug my mother as I learnt when I reached out for her only to be backhanded by my father. He then escorted me to the airport where I was promptly placed on a flight to New York and reminded never to return.

I sat on that plane in complete shock at the events that had just played out. A few times I laughed out manically, and others I cried. Getting off the plane, I built this resolve that I was smart and I could make it on my own.

Unfortunately, life in the Big Apple proved to be harder than I thought. I had no job skills and knew nothing of life outside the cushy living of high society. I was at a complete lost of how to care for myself.

When the money finally ran out, I had no choice but to start sleeping on the streets. Food was not in abundance anymore so the half eaten foods on the bistro tables became breakfast, lunch and dinner whenever possible. Some nights I went without after being beaten and had it taken away from me. Then, I took to searching through garbage for something good to eat. I laughed at myself at times, at how I had gone from three square meals a day to searching through trash for food yet it surprised me what was wasted at times.

However, my luck took a turn for the better one night when a beautiful blonde girl came up and sat down beside me in my little corner, handing me a burger and a coke before telling me, I stunk. I ate like a mad person as she laughed and said she had been watching me since last night when I wandered into the red light district. After I finished eating she got up and told me to follow her. While doing as she commanded, I asked her if she was afraid of me. She in turn asked me why should she be and I told her that I could be some crazed killer or something and she was inviting me to follow her, what if I hacked her up upon arrival at our destination? She just smiled and said nothing frightened her anymore and so what if I was? She would just die and it would be the end of it. For someone so beautiful, her eyes were so empty.

Opening my eyes, I lie here in bed for a second remembering the night Tanya introduced herself to me before taking me home with her.

She'd given me more to eat, a chance to shower and a bed to stay in that night while she went back to work the streets. Frightened and relieved at being inside a home again, I stayed up and waited for her until she got home before falling asleep. In the morning, I told her everything about myself, I guess I'd gotten a little nutty after not having any one to talk to in a while. I lied, telling her that I'll clean her place for free if she just allows me to stay.

She then reminds me that I just told her that I was from a wealthy family and to her it meant that I didn't know shit about cleaning so to just shut the fuck up about it. We laughed at my attempt, but she then tells me that it was okay with her if I stayed, but the only thing is that I have to learn all that shit.

I did learn, with her help and with what I could remember our maids doing. We both keep the place clean and livable and a plus is that both of us can cook. Although, Tanya will say that I master the kitchen far better than her, she's not bad at whipping up some scrambled eggs. So I call us even despite her claims.

Until now, Tanya hasn't been known to say a full sentence without some sort of coarse language in it. Every three words or so she conveys has "shit" or "fuck" behind it.

She's two years older than me and has been on her own since she was fifteen while she's only been hooking for one year, when I met her two years ago. We've taught each other a lot over our time together and have shared our hope and dreams of getting out of leaving this life behind for a better one.

Tanya has been my only source for happiness in so long. I remember her holding as I cried the day after I'd call Seth because I missed him so much, only to have him tell me that we can never been together and to never contact him again. I foolishly thought we'd love each other and that he must've missed me the way I missed him. Unfortunately, it wasn't so, he now hates me for letting us get exposed to our parents. It was something he didn't want to happen just yet and blamed me for our carelessness in falling asleep together that night.

My heart shattered that day, but I had Tanya to help me rise from my own ashes. It was also the first night Tanya and I slept together. Over time it's become this mutual understanding of needing to be with someone of our choice instead of johns.

Going into prostitution was easier for me than I thought it would be. With all that has happened in my life so far, it's now effortless for me to detach myself and let the client have their way for a price. Since it's all I was to Seth, then it will be all I am for however long I want it to be.

After careful consideration, our mutual reasons for leaving this behind and between seeing a world outside of the red light district when we walk the streets of Manhattan in the daytime, I realize I want it again too. So, we plan to make it out of this place and get as far away from it as possible and start anew. We've even started our own little savings together.

"Stop laying over there and thinking about me," she says as she saunters over to me, naked. Tanya bends over my bed and kisses me softly on the lips.

We may not be compatible since I'm gay, but it was nice to have someone to care about. We've explored a lot sexually with each other. Tanya is first woman I've ever had sex with and while it's been good and I enjoy it, the softness of her body can't compare to the hard physique of a man's.

Since she deduces that I might not enjoy myself as much as her, Tanya has gone as far as to buying me a dildo and fucking me with it, saying that she wants me to get as much from our time together as she does.

"I wasn't," I reply, laughing at her pout.

"Then what?" she asks as she climbs on top of me, rubbing her wet center against me. If it were any other woman I doubt I would've gotten hard but my body always responds to Tanya.

"My family," I tell her, gripping her thighs as she grinds against me. Tanya always gets this way when we have to go to work. She explains that she wants to be in control of who she's fucking for once as she wouldn't be for the rest of the night.

"They were wrong, and one day we'll make it out of here and prove it," she proclaims before she rolls a condom over my length and guides me inside her, both us groaning at the connection.

She rides my cock like there's no tomorrow and I welcome the tightening around the head as I explode inside of her. She collapses on top of me and we rest like that for a few minutes before I pull out of her and rise from the bed to go for a shower.

After my shower, I dry off and throw on some deodorant, then get dressed. Nothing but a pair of faded jeans (no underwear), a white t-shirt and my leather jacket which Tanya got me for birthday are the outfit tonight.

Walking out of the bathroom and back into our small apartment, Tanya smacks me on the ass as she moves pass me to which I lay a quick slap on her naked behind–much to her laughter–in return.

After her shower, I watch as she gets dressed. Extremely short black skirt, black bra and mesh top with four inch black heels to match. She leaves her hair down and flowing into her face with dark eye shadow, a little foundation and some lip gloss to complete the look.

Once she's finished, she grabs her bag while I stand and grab my stuff too, shoving them into my pockets. We both check off our supplies with each other while joking around. Our condoms, some lube–mostly for me as Tanya doesn't do anal–our switch blades and her coat. Sure, we have guys who watch out for us for a fee like Embry and his pals but without a pimp, once we get in that car or go around that corner, our safety is still in our hands.

I'm thankful as is Tanya that we don't have a pimp as our savings would've been more depleted if we had to share our earnings with him. I doubt that we would've gotten very far if such a person existed in our lives. The fact that neither of us does drugs or drinks more than our fill is also a major factor.

Our only vice is that we both smoke. I never smoked back in Forks, but once the harsh winters of New York hit me and my jealousy of Tanya's warmth from her cigarette grew, I finally took a draw and never looked back.

We try to maintain our health by never fucking or sucking without any form of protection as Tanya would say, "I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep." For her, that means we have a long way to go and she's in no mood to mess up that. We get tests done at the clinic on my advice and on our mutual goal of remaining in good health.

We make our way out the door before I lock up and we secure our keys. "Did you save?" Tanya asks as we walk outside. Seeing that we didn't live far from work it was just a short walk to get to our spot.

"Yep," I reply, happily. "Did you?"

"Yep!" she repeats as she does a little happy dance while I shake my head, laughing at her silliness. "Just about a thousand to go and we'll hit our mark. Oh Edward, I can't wait to get the fuck out of here."

"Me too."

It's been a slow night with only a few blowjobs under my belt so far. Tanya has just gotten back from her latest john and we stand there and wait as usual for other prospects to approach either of us. However, as we joke around to pass time, a sleek black Range Rover EnVogue pulls up.

Tanya winks at me before sauntering over to it as the window lowers. I watch as she speaks to the driver while I take the chance to look around for any other opportunities for myself as it looks as if Tanya just landed another john for the night.

Oddly, she walks back over to me with smirk, and says, "He wants you."

Chuckling at her in disbelief, I question, "What?"

"He wants you, Tony," she says with a smile.

"I thought for sure it was for you," I tell her. "I never get rides like that."

"Well, you're stepping up tonight, hon," she offers as she pushes me forward. "Go and see what he wants. I'm waiting to hear, Go, Tony," she teases.

She always teases me with my pseudo name even though she knows it's from my real middle name, Anthony. I usually tease back about hers being "Peaches" and how the hell she came up with it. Her answer to that is, "They're as sweet as me."

Leaving her behind, I slowly walk over to the car. In my mind, I'm expecting some fat married businessman looking for a sweet ride or a blow before heading home to wife. It surprises me sometimes how well I've taken up talking street slang even with where I'm from.

I leave my train of thought behind and with a sigh, I bend to the window which the driver has lowered even more. The sight that greets me almost takes my breath away, but I hold my composure while keeping my game face on.

In the back of my mind though, I'm falling apart. He's so beautiful from what I'm allowed to see in the dim light of his car. Sleek back brown hair, striking blue eyes and strong legs that go on for miles.

Pushing my lust aside, I say, "Hi, I'm Tony."


So this is Edward. Up next: Jasper and "Tony" work out their "date"

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