Letting out a breath, he placed his face up against the surface and began to laugh.
How many times had he done this tonight? He’d lost count around six.
The number didn’t matter really. With each new one came a few more dollars in his pocket.
Around him, the world swayed.
A large, warm paw grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him further into the wall.
“There you go. Just like that,” the voice growled from somewhere behind him. His breath smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. Reid didn’t mind. As long as he got paid, they could smell like whatever they wanted.
Alcohol and cigarettes. That kind of reminded him of back home. His stepfather used to smell the exact same way each night before he took off his belt and decided it was time to teach him another lesson.
Cool air grazed Reid’s butt, reminding him of what was about to happen.
The man behind him pressed something cool and wet between his buttcheeks, taking a moment to spread it around his hole.
Reid hoped that the man would remember to put on a condom. He wanted to turn around and say something, but the cool brick against his face felt too good for him to bother. What was the difference? Three men had already fucked him bareback tonight; what was another one or two?
“Arch your back, boy,” the burly man, in a plaid shirt and dirt-stained jeans, ordered, gripping him hard around the waist.
Ow. That was going to leave a mark.
What was one more mark as long as he got paid?
Reid arched his back and tilted his head upward to stare at the moon.
It was such a nice night. Clear sky, cool breeze.
Oh! He grunted as the man pushed his cock inside him.
There was no warning. No gentle word of caution. Just hard dick, rammed deep inside him.
But what did he expect? They weren’t doing this for love… or romance.
Reid pressed his palms against the wall and tried to brace himself as the man behind him began to have his way with his body.
It would be over soon.
Five… six minutes, tops.
Guys, like the one currently fucking him, only lasted a few minutes. They were the closeted, married men who went searching for cock before they went home to their wives. They didn’t have time for foreplay, and didn’t have time to worry if their dick made you feel good. They were there to bust a nut and then head home for the night.
And, to be honest, Reid preferred it that way. The sooner they came, the sooner he got his money, and the sooner he could go find Jerry, his drug dealer, and score some more coke.
It was nights like tonight when he preferred not to be sober. He didn’t want to be reminded of all the pain and misery he had endured while living at home with his mom and stepfather.
No. On nights like tonight, he just wanted to feel numb and let the cool air carry away all of his thoughts and feelings.
The grip around his waist tightened as the man’s hips slammed forward like he was trying to fuck him into the wall.
It was almost time.
The man let out a growl as his body plowed into him once more.
Reid could feel the man’s cock throb inside him as he shot his load.
The man pulled out without warning.
