Sealed With A Lick

The frail, skinny boy who sat sleepy-eyed on the bed before me gingerly pulled the hem of his bright orange top an inch or so lower to cover the lean, white meat of his belly. His long, shaven legs dangled in opposite directions off the foot of the bed. He wore striped knee socks, navy blue and red, one or two bare toes peeking through the fabric. There were holes in his panties, as well, which were stretched thinly over his frail pelvic bone to the point of tearing. They must have been second generation hand me downs. Dingy and yellow for the most part with even darker stains of the same color where his semen had collected. His clothes stank from use. A smell he attempted to hide with a generous dose of sprayed on freshness.

He appeared to be around twenty-two or three, with wisps of red streaking the coal black of his short, feral mop of hair. I knew this wasn't his natural color. Even though he was shaven from chest to foot, not too delicately by the way, he was a mass of freckles. The only jewelry he allowed himself were a pair of large, clangy bracelets that he wore on his left wrist. Every now and then, as I prepared myself for the encounter, I could hear their music as he absently brushed an itchy upper lip with his finger. I finally had wiped away enough of the day's grit from my body using a well-worn wash cloth to feel comfortable to join his lethargic frame on the cheap, rented mattress.

Chalk it up to my ego, I guess. No matter how low a skank on the totem pole of love I bed down with I always want them to have me at my best. Besides the money, which sadly for him wasn't much, I wanted this ruined whore of a man to sing my praises as he slithered away with my paper. I wanted to give this borrowed cum wipe as much sensual passion and ecstasy as I was surely about to take from him. Ah, yes. The lonely John. We all want to be that "Special One". The John they will always remember fondly even as they're freezing on street corners, selling their spoiled meat to whoever will pay for it. Horrors of the day feeding the terror-filled nights. He popped his gum loudly and coughed as I laid down next to him.