Love For Sale

I woke up early; the sun wasn’t even up yet, and I got dressed. I had been living with Cole for the past three weeks now, and things couldn’t have been better. We decided to drop the foster home subject, and I was able to go on with working the streets. I would wake up at five in the morning just to go to work. I would have a quick breakfast and a cup of coffee before going out, but not before I made up my bed to fool Cole. He doesn’t know about what I have been doing. For all that I know, he thought I out taking a morning walk. I only worked on the weekdays though, since Cole worked on those days, and I didn’t work weekends. I was always careful when I went out too. I left before Cole woke up, and I arrived just before he came back. Life was going easy for me, even Chad commented about how I was doing when we met. I propped a few pillows on the couch before I left after breakfast, and pulled my blanket over them. Cole had offered to switch sleeping places every other week, but I told him that the couch was fine. Now that offer sounded better and better with each night. I’ll talk to Cole about that later; right now I needed to get a move on. On my way out, I left a post-it note for him, saying that I was going for a walk, and I would be back soon. I placed it on the back of the front door as I left, and checked to see if the spare key was right where I left it. Cole had placed a spare key in the potted plant next to the front door, and I checked to see if it was still there. I was always happy when my fingertips touched the brass key; it made me feel like I was still welcome at Cole’s home. When I checked the potted plant, I headed down the drive way.

It was almost ten when I arrived in the city, and the streets couldn’t have been busier. I walked around the capital’s mall for a while, seeing if I couldn’t get a quickie before the lunch rush, but there was no one. There was too much traffic, and every hour a police cruiser would drive by. I would see them coming though, and would duck into a store, or into a neighborhood. I had dodged too many police cars today, and I soon found I was walking down beside the train tracks. This was a dangerous place to be, and I tried to find a hole in a gate, or a train crossing so I could get back to the main streets.

“Hello, Kyle.” I heard a sleekly voice behind me.

I had found a familiar abandoned warehouse, and deiced to cut through to get to the main streets again. “Hello.” I replied. I turned to see Tee, my dealer. “What are you doing here?” I asked, walking over to him. He had a gun in his hands, and he lowered it. His face relaxed, and he fixed his purple bandana.

Tee scuffed, “This is my stash house. I heard something down here, so I checked it out and I found you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know this is where you cook up your product. It won’t happen again.” I gave him a soft puppy dog look, and I clamped my hands blow my waist.

“Fine.” he sighed, putting his gun away in his back pocket. “But this is your warning; I won’t have given it to you if you weren’t so cute.”

“Thanks.” I grinned. “Got any fresh stash?” I asked, changing the topic to making a deal with him.

“You know my stuff is always fresh. Come on.”

I followed him up the stairs nearby, and I saw that there were at least twenty workers packing and cutting cocaine and marijuana. I took a large whiff, and I could smell the plants near me. I walked almost next to Tee, and he led me to his office. He closed the door once we were inside, and he opened up his top dresser drawer.

“How much?”

“For this much…one-fifty.”

“Shit, Tee, you know that I don’t have that kind of money.”

“No one does these days.”

“Come on,” I moaned, getting closer to him, and I propped myself up on his desk. “Can’t I do something to lower the price?”

“You know I love you.” Tee said, standing up, and pressing himself up against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my lips against his. “But you have been buying my drugs off me with your body for far too long.” I whimpered, and I didn’t like where this was going. “You need to pay with cash now.” and he pushed me off him, and sat back down.

I groaned. “Fine, here.” I pulled all the money that I had with me, twenty-five bucks.

“You are short.” He said, grabbing the singles I had. “Do you have anymore?”

“No, that’s all I have.” I sighed.

“Fine. Take it.” He tossed me the bag of white powder, and I quickly pocketed the drug before he changed his mind. “I want my money though by the end of the day.”

“Alright. You will have your money.” I told him, climbing off the desk.

“You better, or else I will come and find you. Got it?” I could tell that he was serious about getting his money, and I nodded to reassure him he would get it.

Tee walked me back out, and told me to come back later this evening to drop off the rest of the money. I reassured him once again before I left that he would get his money, and I left his building. When I got back on the streets, I found that it was later in the day than I thought, and I planted myself on a street corner. I lit up a cigarette while I waited for a client to come by, and I sighed happily. It had been a while since I had a cigarette. I never smoked around Cole, or in his home. I was too scared that he might find me, and then I would probably get scolded at. I actually cut back a little, but not much, I still had at least three a day. I was half way through my stick when a car pulled next to me. I didn’t finish my smoke, and I flicked it on the ground, I had a customer now.

“Hello, love.” I grinned leaning up against the car.

“Hi. The driver replied. He was about in his mid forty’s and from the look on his face, this was his fist time. “Care for a ride?”

“Sure, thing.” and I opened the door, and hopped in. “Care to ask for my prices?” I asked. We were now heading over to a motel that I knew that charged by the hour, and I could tell he was nervous.

“Could we get to the motel first?” He asked, concentrating on the road.

“Okay. You seem tense; are you?”

“You can say that. This is my first time picking up someone like you.”

“Someone like me.” I chuckled. I shook my head and I looked out the window. “You know I have something to calm those nerves…if you want it.”

“What is it?”

“This.” I replied, pulling out the small plastic bag Tee gave me. “The only thing is…how shall we use it?

“Drugs?”

“Yep, but we can talk about the stuff later.”

The man laughed and pulled into a motel, and I re-pocketed the drugs. I waited outside while my client went in to get us a room. I didn’t like going into the motel offices, I knew that the people running the place would get suspicious if I walked in with a guy. I jogged up to my client, and I hooked my arm around his. He gave me a nervous smile as we climbed the stairs, and unlocked the second door on the left. He rushed me inside, and he locked the door. I could tell he was more nervous now then he was when he picked me up, and I decided to cut and portion the substance I had in my pocket. My client went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, and I got undressed. I sat on the floor and waited for him, and he came out five minutes later. His face cringed when he saw my naked form, but he sat next to me and I handed him a rolled up one dollar bill. He took it and leaned in, snuffing up the substance on the coffee table in front of us. I followed after, sniffing the substance as well and wiped my nose. We shared a laugh together and I felt a warm soft kiss against my cheek, and I kissed him back. He soon had his arm around me, and he pushed me down. I gasped out when he bit down hard on my neck and he grasped my cock, I could tell that this was not his first time---ever.

I woke up in pain the next morning. The client that picked me up yesterday was actually very talented, and into bondage. It was friendly at first; we hugged, we kissed. But it soon turned and the guy got forceful. At first I kind of liked it, but then it got weird. I usually never get the weird ones, but once in a while I would, and I found it at times very adventurous. He had used the pillow cases to tie my hands up above me, but I wiggled out of them. When that failed, he unplugged the phone cord from its source, and tied my hands behind my back with it. He also gagged me with the pillow case he tied me up with, and flung me on the bed. I first thought that it was the drugs that were causing him to act violently, but he said he loved to see boys tied up. He also bound my legs together, and propped me up like I was a main dish for a Thanksgiving meal. I didn’t know how many times I came last night, but each one was just as torturous than the last. When I was about to come, my client would hold me and stop me from coming. I didn’t like what he was doing to me, but money was money, and I needed it. I had passed out while he was fucking me, and he left me once he was done with my body. When I woke up the next morning, I found he had left the amount we agreed on next to my face. I tried to get up, but I found that the client didn’t bother untying me when he was finished. I wiggled free as much as possible, but he doubled knotted the cord. I thought I wasn’t going to get free from my bindings, but after a half an hour, my hands were free and I untied my ankle restraints. I got dressed after that and left the motel, skipping out on paying the bill. I checked my pockets to see if I still had the cash with me, and I sighed a great deal with relief.

I took a taxi home back to Cole’s house, and I couldn’t be happier to see it. My body was sore from last night, I could barely walk down the steps at the motel. I paid the driver the hundred dollar fee, and gave him a few extra bucks for a tip. I didn’t really care for the cost of the fare, I was just happy to be back home, and I shuffled my way up the small steps. I groaned as I bent over to get the spare key, and I unlocked the door. I put the key back when I was done, and shuffled into the entrance. The room was gray when I entered, so I switched on the light. It was empty. Today was Friday, so I knew Cole would not be home till late, which gave me the opportunity to raid his bathroom. I slowly made my way toward the stairs, my body aching with each step. I took off my shoes once I got to the stairs and started to climb.

“Welcome back, Kyle.” I heard Cole’s voice. I stopped on the third step, my hand clenching the banister beside me. His voice was cool, but it sounded cold to me, and I slowly turned around. He was leaning up against the entryway to the kitchen, and he was giving me a sideways look. “Where have you been?”

“Hi, Cole.” I was nervous as hell, and I climbed down the stairs. “I’ve been out.”

“Out?” I nodded. “Well, when you were OUT, a friend of yours came by last night.”

“A friend?” my heart was now jumping out of my chest, and Tee popped into my head. ‘Shit!’ I thought, forgetting to stop by Tee’s place to drop off the rest of the money. “Was it Chad?” I asked. I knew it wasn’t Chad who stopped by, but I needed to make sure if Tee sent one of his men over to hassle me.

“No, someone else. He said you owed him drug money.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. I don’t know how he knew where you lived, but he found it. I told him that you were not here.”

“Is he coming back today?”

“No,” he shook his head. “He said he wasn’t going to leave without the money.”

“What did you do then?” I knew that Cole didn’t want Tee’s men on his front door, and since they were not still here, I knew Cole did something.

“I asked how much you owed him, and I paid it.”

“Really?” my eyes lit up, but I could tell Cole was not all too happy with me. “I will pay you back. How much did you give him, hundred and twenty-five right?”

“No. The guy said there was interest, so I paid him two hundred.” I nodded and handed him four fifty dollar bills, plus another fifty for the trouble he went through.

“Where did you get the money?” Cole’s voice sounded colder, and I shut down. I had been keeping my job a secret from him, but I knew the truth would eventually come out. I didn’t know what to tell him. I thought of telling him that Chad had given it to me, but the sickening feeling came back into my stomach. I had done some stupid stuff in my life, but while I was with Cole, I would to change. But thinking everything over, I felt my stomach turn, and I felt like running for the closets bathroom.

“Um, I got it from a client.” I replied, truthfully.

“A client? You mean, you have been selling yourself?”

“Well…I am a prostitute.” My voice rose, and there was a tone of annoyance behind it.

“But you are too young.” Cole replied, in the same tone and volume as mine. “You shouldn’t be selling yourself.”

“Too young? I know there are plenty of kids, younger than me, fucking older men.”

“But they have people selling them for sex.”

“So, what’s the big deal? It’s a way of getting fast money.”

“Then why didn’t you pay for your drugs yesterday?”

“I couldn’t; I had to sell myself for the money.”

“Oh, god.” Cole sighed, and rubbed his forehead. The argument was over, for now, and he walked over to the couch. I felt a chill come over me as I watched Cole. He was doubled over, trying to think about what he was going to do with me. I thought about just leaving for good, and I began walking back to the door. “Kyle.”

“Yes, Cole?” I replied after five minutes of silence.

“Could you tell me something?” He asked, discarding the subject we were just on.

“What?”

“What have you been doing with the money I’ve been giving you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising again.

“I mean,” he groaned, getting up off the couch. “When I paid your dealer last night, I decided to check my checking account balance. I’ve paid you over ten thousand dollars over three weeks. Yet, when I checked it this morning, it showed me that I was only a few hundred dollars short. Now I know that the check I gave the dealer was cashed out, so what have you been doing with the checks I’ve been giving you? Have you been cashing them as well, or have you been holding on to them?”

“I have been shredding them.” I told him truthfully, again.

“Shredding them, why? I give you what you want; I give you your money.”

“Because you haven’t done anything to me.”

“What do you mean, I’ve done everything to you.” His voice was raised once again with mine, and we were almost yelling.

“No you haven’t!” I cried. I was getting frustrated with him. “What I mean is…you haven’t fucked me.” I felt my eyes get tired, and they began to weigh down with tears. I blinked, and the weight lessened.

“Kyle. You know that I will never do that to you.” Cole said softly. He pressed his hand against my cheek, and wiped away the fresh tears. My heart began to race, Cole’s hand was warm on my skin, and it felt good. I loved Cole’s touch, and every time he would touch me, I wanted to kiss him.

“I know, that’s why I can’t take your money. You have been so kind to me, I just can’t take it.”

“So you have been living here for free.”

“Yes. But I can see that I’ve overstayed my welcome.” I moved over so I could pass him, but he caught my arm and stopped me.

“Wait.” His voice was flat, and I stared up at him. “What do you want to do?”

“What?”

“I can clearly see that you want to leave, and I understand. But I would like to pay for your services---for real this time--- and I want to do something with you, something non-sexual, if that’s okay with you.”

“You want to do something…with me?” I half laughed. I didn’t know if Cole was being serious or not. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I want to pay for your services, and do something with you.”

“Non-sexual, right?” Cole nodded. “Do I pick?”

“I can’t really think of anything, so yes.”

“Okay.” I thought about what Cole and I could do together, and I thought hard. Most of the ideas I came up with involved us being naked, and the others I thought of didn’t involve any action at all. “Okay, two things.” I said, giving Cole a nasty smirk. “One, a bath.”

“A bath? I said nothing….”

“It doesn’t involve fucking. It just involves us in the same tub; we can just talk. Besides, I could really use one.” I hissed as I shifted my weight, and a sharp pain ran though my side.

“Fine. But I say what goes and what doesn’t.”

“Fine. Meet me upstairs in a few minutes.” I turned slowly and walked back to the stairs. “Oh,” I stopped right before the stairs and cocked my heard around, “if you have a bottle of wine…bring it up with you.” Cole didn’t say a word, he just stared at me for a minute, and then he went into the kitchen.

I searched the bottom cabinets for some bath soap, and I found half a bottle of transformer’s bubble bath. I could tell that this was his son’s, but since Cole and I were sharing a bath, I wanted to make it special. I let the water run, and poured a cap full of the soap in with it. When the temperature was right, I pushed the plug down and began undressing. I hissed as I pulled my clothes off, and kicked off my jeans. There were more bubbles in the tub than water, and I was engulfed by the suds when I climbed in. When I emerged, I saw Cole standing over me. I brushed the water and soap off my face and smiled up at him.

“You look comfortable.” Cole said, placing the bottle of wine he had under his arm on the edge of the tile.

“I feel comfortable.” I replied. “Come on, take your robe off and climb in.” Cole chuckled lightly and disrobed. “Yeah, what’s this?” I asked, kneeling up and leaning over the tub. I grabbed the hem of Cole’s red swimming trucks he was wearing, and I pulled.

“Hey!” Cole grabbed the top part of his trunks and pulled them back up. “I’m wearing them for the bath.”

“What, you’re shy at being naked?” I laughed, ducking my body back into the tub.

“No, I feel uncomfortable being naked in a tub with a minor.” Cole replied. “Now, how do you want me positioned?”

“Opposite of me.” I told him, pointing to the front of the tub. Cole climbed in carefully, so that he wouldn’t step on me, and slid into the soapy water. I moved over a bit so Cole could have some more room, and leaned over to grab the red wine from the edge.

“How long have you been drinking?” Cole asked, cocking his head to the side as I poured two glasses of wine.

“Since I was nine.” I replied, handing him a glass. He took the glass from me and took a sip; he then placed his glass on the tile floor for the rest of the night. “Don’t like wine?”

“No.” Cole replied, trying to get comfortable. “I just can’t have too much because of my medication.”

“Your antidepressants?”

“You’ve been snooping, haven’t you?” Cole smirked, poking me with his foot.

“Sorry,” my face went bright red, and I looked over at his medicine cabinet. “Chad got into your medicine cabinet, and found them. He wanted to take some, but I grabbed them from him and put them back.”

“Thank you for doing that, Kyle.” He gave me a comforting smile, and I smiled back as I sipped on my wine. “By the way, you and Chad seem to be awfully close. How old is he?”

I scuffed, and recalled when Chad came over and he found us together. “He’s twenty-eight I replied. “ He was actually the one who got me a room at the brothel.”


“He did?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I met him by accident. I just starting selling myself on my own, and the street I was working on was his. He yelled at me for working his street, but we ended up having dinner together that night. He gave me somewhat of the same speech you gave me, about how I was too young to be a slut. However, he saw that I was stubborn, and he took me to the brothel he lived at. The landlord didn’t want a kid to be working at a whore house, but Chad persuaded him, and I got a room right next to Chad’s. When I was settled in, he showed me the ropes of the streets, and we formed a strong bond.”

“Are you lovers?”

I snortted, “No. Chad is more naive than me. He wishes that we were a couple, but we aren’t. He has been that way since he was eighteen.” I laughed, recalling something that Chad once told me. “He once had a crush on this guy for six years.”

“Six?” Cole chuckled.

“Yeah. They both worked at some gay strip club in the city. Sadly, the guy fell for somebody else at the club, leaving Chad alone. He said he worked alongside him for four years, and he told me he was envious towards the couple.”

“What happened to Chad after that?”

“He continued to work at the club, and so did the stripper he loved. But the club folded up, and Chad was forced into odd jobs. He took up prostituting when things got worse for him, and he has been selling himself for almost three years now.”

“Bad profession to get into.” Cole muttered and sighed.

“Chad told me that too, but I didn’t listen. I actually enjoy it, even when I was younger…” I stop short. I didn’t want Cole to know about my past. But from the look he was giving me, I knew he was interested.

“What about when you were younger?” Cole asked, his voice rose in interest and he leaned in.

“It’s nothing.” I quickly said, and I tried to get out.

“Kyle,” Cole stopped me, and pushed me back down. “Have you been selling yourself for more than a year?” His voice now dropped and he looked at me with narrow eyes. I turned and dropped my head. I had said the wrong thing, and now I was paying for it. “Kyle, please answer me.”

“Yes.” I replied softly. I spoke so quietly, I thought I didn’t even say it. Cole let go of me, and leaned back. “I have been selling myself--alone---for a year. But before that I had a pimp.”

“When did you have a pimp?”

“For five years.” I said embarrassingly.

“Five years!” Cole repeated, “God it’s a miracle that you are still alive. Most men would probably beat you to stop crying.”

“True,” I nodded. “But my uncle saw to it that I was treated well.”

“Your uncle was your pimp?”

“Boy you have a lot of questions.” I half laughed, “But, yes. My mother’s brother looked after me for five years. You see,” I sighed, decided to tell Cole how I wound up like this. “My parents weren’t the best. They both did drugs, and they both drank---I’m surprised that I even came out normal. When I was born, my dad didn’t want anything to do with us. He just stuck around because he didn’t want to pay for child support. My mother loved me though, even when I thought she didn’t. She didn’t play with me too much, she would just put me in the play pen with a few toys and she would shoot up some substance, and fall asleep when my dad went out. When he would come back, sometimes he would come back drunk and angry. He would take his anger out on my mom first, but when I was three, he turned on me.”

“Kyle.” I heard him say softly, and I continued.

“He threw me several times against the wall, and gave me several black eyes. My mom would stop him when he started beating on me, but she only got beat on instead. One night, when I was five, my dad came home real late (around one in the morning. I had a bad dream, and my mom allowed me to sleep with her). My dad woke us up when he got home, yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs, and he was banging something around. My mom told me to stay put, while she went out to talk to my dad. I didn’t listen to her though, and I went out into the hall. Both my parents were yelling, and I saw my dad bash my mother against the wall. I cried for him to stop, but he only turned on me. I can still see that face; his eyes were blood shot, and he had on a twisted evil smile. He motioned for me to come over, but I didn’t. I backed into the doorframe behind me, and I froze when he held a shotgun to my head.” I saw Cole’s eyes went wide, and his mouth drop. I looked down into the water, and sighed. “That was the most fearful night of my life. He cocked the trigger and aimed right between my eyes. I was so scared, I wet myself, and I felt like I was glued to the floor. My mom, who had been lying on the ground, flung herself at my dad, and I ran for my life. I hid under my parent’s bed, and I heard the gun go off. I started to cry when I heard it, and I thought my dad had shot my mom. I heard someone come into the room soon after the blast, and my dad pulled me out from under the bed by my hair. He slapped me around, bashing my head into the hall a bit, and then I heard another blast. I gasped when I heard it, and I felt the grip my dad had on me loosened. I screamed when I saw blood dripping from his mouth, and he fell to the floor. I saw that there was a hole in my dad’s back, and I looked up to see my mom with the shotgun---she shot him.” I felt my voice crack, and I wiped away my tears. “The police arrested my mother the next morning, and I was placed into the care of my uncle in Boston.”

“And that was when you turn into a prostitute.”

“No,” I shook my head. “First everything was alright, and my uncle really cared for me. But after a few months, he started getting ‘feely’. He started touching me first, giving me gifts for no reason. Then he would invite me to his bedroom for the night, and he would put his hand down my pants. I didn’t like it at first, but he said it was okay, and that it would feel good soon. He gave me my first hand job when I was six, and he gave me my first blow job when I scraped my knees when I was seven. It escalated from there, and just before my eighth birthday…he took me. He would have sex with me about four times a week, and I liked it, once the pain went away. It was when we were starting to run out of money I turned to selling myself. It was my idea though. My uncle liked it, and took me around town to his friends. However, our FUN only lasted a while…my social worker came for a surprise visit, and we were caught. My uncle was arrested and labeled as a sex offender, and I was put straight into foster care. That was when the hell really began. They tried to put me in a home in the city, but the people who were taking care of me were strict. I didn’t like it, and I was spanked at least two or three times a day.”

“Did you report them?”

“Of course, but the foster care people didn’t do shit. I ran away every time the foster home abused me, and I went right to the jail my uncle was at. The center allowed me to visit him at the beginning, but when they found out who I was, I wasn’t allowed in anymore. When that happened, I ran away and tried to find some comfort with other men. I was young and clueless about spotting undercover cops, and one picked me up. When foster care found this out, they transported me out of state. The second house was worse than the first and that was when I started to do drugs. The foster care didn’t know that they were dealers in crystal meth, and they would hide the drug in the stuffed animals they gave me. I was ten at the time, so I was very curious. I would rip open the stuffed bunnies and bears they gave me, and would always find the stuff. My foster mother crammed it down my throat when she found me with it, and foster care placed me in another home---all the way in New Mexico. That family was alright, they didn’t treat me so bad, but I had a problem with everyone else. I was addicted to almost everything, and I would get in trouble with the police and school. I would get in fights, and would come home with a bloody nose or a black eye. The foster care was going to move me to a different home, and that was when I ran. I wanted to leave the state, so I hitched a ride. The guy I drove with ditched me at a gas station outside of Bend, and I walked the rest of the way. And now here I am.” I gave him a wide smile, and I took the last gulp from my wine glass.

“Wow…” that was all Cole could say, he was left speechless, and so was I. That was the first time that I ever told anyone my life story. I felt awkward, but I felt confident in myself. If I had to choose one person to tell what happened in my life, it would be him. We said nothing for fifteen minutes, we just sat in the tub and I saw Cole take a few more sips from his wine glass. “Was there something else you wanted us to do?” Cole asked out of the blue.

“What?” I was in daze, and Cole’s words snapped me out of it. “Oh, no. it’s okay. We don’t have to do it.” and I started to get out of the tub again.

“No. if this is going to be your last night here, then we should do it.”

“I don’t think you would want to do it.”

“I can be a risk taker sometimes. I will do it, no matter how disgusting I think it might be.”

“Fine. But I would like to do two more things with you.”

“Two more, what are they?”

“A kiss, first of all, and not just a peck. I would like to taste you.”

“Fine.” He replied, but I could tell that he was uncomfortable with it. I licked my lips, and I admitted that it was kind of embarrassing to ask a middle age, straight man to kiss a minor. But I also wanted to kiss Cole ever since he took me in.

Cole scooted closer to me so we could touch, and he leaned in. I backed away from him a bit, and thought if I should back out or not. I licked my lips and took a deep breath in, it was now or never. His lips were warm against mine, and I moaned once we touched. I thought that Cole had let out a small moan too, but it was just my imagination. I scooted closer and I touched Cole’s arm. It was soft from the bath water, and I ran a hand up and down his forearm. We stayed connected for a while, and I wanted to take it further. I moaned when I wanted to deepen the kiss and I took a deep breath. I slowly roamed my tongue against Cole’s close lips, and I waited. I only ran my tongue around his mouth once, I didn’t want to seem forceful to him, but I got worried. He didn’t open, but if he didn’t I wouldn’t mind. I just wanted to feel him against me. I moaned to let out a breath, and I stopped short. My eyes went wide, and I was shocked. Cole had opened for me. He did it slowly, but he opened, and he was waiting for me to push my tongue in. I opened soon after, slower then Cole did, and pushed my tongue in even slower. I had to resist not attacking Cole, and I found it to be easy. His tongue with fatter than mine, so it was kind of hard to wiggle it around, but I managed. Cole understood what I was trying to do after I tried to roll his tongue over mine, and he started to roll his tongue with mine. He moved his head to the side, so I could get a better access to his mouth, and he tossed my tongue around my mouth. I smiled though our kiss, and pressed a hand against his cheek. Cole didn’t seem to mind, and I deepened the kiss a bit more. I began to swirl my tongue faster around his, and he fought back. He leaned in more, causing me to almost fall off the edge of the tub, and I pushed back. I felt his mouth curl up, and I could tell he was getting into the kiss. He ran a hand up into my wet hair, and he swirled his tongue around mine rougher. I questioned if he knew if he was kissing a guy, but I didn’t worry about it. Our tongue dance soon turned into a battle quicker than I thought it would, and I tried to keep up with him. He was more experienced than me, and I could not follow him. He was getting a bit too rough, and I almost swallowed my tongue. I decided to break our kiss after I pushed his tongue back, and parted before he did anything else.

“Whoa.” Cole breathed.

“You can say that.” I replied, also out of breath. There was a weird silence after that, and I escaped from the room before Cole could see what had happened to me.

I had grabbed my clothes from the floor as I went, and covered my front with them. I was embarrassed, and I ran right into the hall bathroom. I locked the door after I shut it, and slid right to the floor. I was breathing hard and I removed the damp clothes from me. I gulped when I saw my erection, and I leaned my head against the door. I was forming one when I was kissing my host, and I didn’t do anything to stop it. I was so into our kiss; I just allowed myself to get one and hoped that Cole wouldn’t see it. After a while of sitting and thinking about what just happened, my mouth twisted into a small smile, and I placed a hand over myself. I loved what just happened, and I wanted it to happen again. I began stroking myself to get rid of what I had, and I thought about kissing Cole again. I was selfish though. While I was beating off, I could only think about me. I didn’t question what happened to Cole, and if he had gotten an erection from us kissing. He seemed pretty into it though, and I bet he would have gone further too. I let out a loud groan when I came, and quickly cleaned up my mess. I got dressed just as fast, and I exited the bathroom.

“Kyle!” I heard Cole’s voice. I turned when I was leaving the bathroom, and I saw Cole in his bathrobe again. He jogged down the hall and asked if everything was okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smiled, pretending that I just didn’t masturbate in his hall bathroom. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you ran out of the bathroom so fast, I didn’t even ask you what the third thing you wanted to do was.”

“Oh. Well…” I rubbed the back of my head, and tried not to stumble on my words. “When we first met, you said you could teach me how to play the piano.” Cole crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side with a shake of the head. “Well…could you still keep your word and teach me?”

Cole grinned at me and nodded. “Sure. Do you want to start now, or do you need to get back to the brothel?”

“The brothel can wait.” I told him, and we headed downstairs.

I was nervous as I sat on the piano stool, and Cole sat right beside me. He first corrected my posture, and made me sit straight up. I felt uncomfortable, but he gave me a reassuring nudge, and he began going through the arpeggio and scales with me, which I soon picked up and was now playing the piano.