Chapter 1: 1|eighteen

At eighteen, I got my first blow job from my stepmom. I know it sounds like something out of porn. But that day I will never forget my dad walking in on us. I never broke eye contact with him while his wife sucked me dry, not missing one drop of nut. He threw me out of the house and told me I was no longer a son to him. Yeah, I fucked up and should have stopped it before it started, but I didn't. I was thinking with my dick. The thrill, the high, and the excitement shot off like fireworks in my head. 

My best friend Minky took me in. At the time I slept on the worn-out couch in his parent's basement and he introduced me to being a sex worker. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it was a job. The women that came to me were housewives who wanted attention and to feel needed for a night. Most of them dripped me out with expensive things I couldn't pronounce. I drank wine from places like France and Italy. I would see some of these women for two days or a week, and after that, I would never see them again. But there were always new women that came along.

Tonight I bathed in a milk bath with a woman. She didn't want to know my name and wouldn't tell me hers. It was alright because I knew that I wouldn't see her again after tonight. She wanted company and I'm here to give her that. Her back was pressed against my chest. She played with my fingers, bringing them to her lips, kissing each one.

"I'm skilled at holding my breath underwater for a long time." She said, kissing my pinky.

"How long is a long time?" I asked, pressing my lips to her shoulder.

"Long enough for you to cum."

"Liar," I said playfully.

She turned enough for me to see her face. "I'll show you."

And she did.

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I was at our spot waiting for Minky. I sat on the pavement took a cigarette from my jacket and placed it between my lips and grabbed my lighter; I was about to light up when Minky staggered across the street towards me.

"Hello, sunshine!" Minky slurred, giggling. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming. He sits down next to me throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close with a dopey smile.

I took my cigarette from my lips. "You stink, go home, and shower."

"Shower with me?" He whined and offered a kissy face. I shoved him and he fell over on the ground laughing. "Joking, babe."

"Go away, you'll ruin my chance of someone picking me up."

He sits up and rests his head on my shoulder. "I'll ruin your asshole." He snickers, pinching my cheek.

"Um, hi." A female voice made Minky and I look up. She was cute, dark complexion, with doe eyes. She smiles shyly at us and Minky tries to reach out to grab her skirt. I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"Hello," I said. "What can I do for you?"

"You can suck my dick," Minky said kissing the side of my face. I rolled my eyes, pushing his drunk ass over.

"I need a boyfriend." She said.

"Are you talking to me?" Minky asked, giggling. I slapped him on his ass to get him to shut up.

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"No, not you. Him." She pointed at me.

"First off, How old are you?" I had to ask her because she looked really young.

She hesitated. "Twenty-five..."

"Bullshit, princess."

"Twenty-four." She said.

I chuckled. "I don't have time for games, princess. Either tell me your actual age or get fucking lost."

My attention was drawn to Minky for a moment as he was asleep on the pavement. Guess I'll be taking him home.

"I'm seventeen." She said. "But I'll be eighteen in a few weeks. So will you be my boyfriend yes or no?"

"No, now get fuckin' lost." I stood and kicked Minky in the ass to wake him up.

He moaned saying, "Harder daddy."

I heard sobbing and looked back at the girl. She had her hands over her face, her body quivering. I rolled my eyes, stepped off the pavement, and hit her on top of her head.

"A young girl shouldn't be out here this time of night. It's dangerous. Suck up your tears, Princess, and go home."

She shook her head, wiping at her face. "N...No, not until you agree to be my boyfriend."

"I'm not agreeing to anything."

She looked at me with teary red eyes and asked, "Why?"

"You're seventeen. Which means I'm not agreeing to anything with a seventeen-year-old."

"What if I come back when I'm eighteen?"

"Then for the right price, I'll be your boyfriend, Princess."

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