Lean On Me

Chapter Four
 

Justin had been standing on the corner, smoking a cigarette and talking to some of the other boys for thirty minutes, when a black SUV with tinted windows pulled up. The window rolled down and a voice called, "You! Blondie!"

Since Justin was the only one on the corner that night with blond hair, he threw his finished cigarette on the ground and walked over to the SUV. Stopping at the rolled-down passenger window, he waited for the potential customer to speak.

"How much?" the man demanded.

"Depends on what'cha want. Fifty dollars for me to give you a blowjob, thirty if you want to give me one. Fifty dollars if you want me to rim you, fifty if you want to rim me. Eighty dollars if you want to fuck me. I don't fuck anyone. Comdoms are not optional."

"Pricey, ain't ya?"

Justin shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

He heard the man sigh. A second later, the man commanded, "Get in."

Justin couldn't see much of the man, because of the dim light in the SUV. He could see that, even sitting down, the man was tall and had red hair. He knew that if he got into the vehicle, he could be in a potentially dangerous situation. But he also knew that he had four brothers and sisters depending on him to take care of them. Opening the door, he got into the SUV and then closed the door. Once he was in the vehicle, the man pulled away from the curb. Up close, he could see that the man looked to be in his early thirties and wasn't bad looking. He had a nice, clean-shaven face and nice clothes. The man seemed to have a little money. 'This might not be too bad,' Justin tried telling himself.

But, in reality, he knew that he was lying to himself. He had known that he was gay from an early age. The first time that he remembered looking at another boy and finding them attractive was when he was twelve and his class had just gotten out of gym. He was in the locker room with four other boys and he had looked at Jerry Holloway, who was changing shirts, and had gotten a hard-on. Justin had had to quickly walk into the shower and take a very cold, very quick, shower. He had told his mother that he was gay. At first she had taken him to a psychiatrist to find out what was wrong with him. After the first session of the therapist telling him that he just thought he was gay, that he was crying out for attention, Justin had vehemently refused to ever go see her again. After a couple of months, his mother had seemed to come around and accept it. But she always seemed more distant than she had been before.

Even though Justin was mostly successful in not letting it bother him, it did every once in a while. Justin used to dream about finding the right man. A man that would be handsome, nice, caring, his knight in shining armor. A man that he could love and a man that could love him. But, now, he realized that it would never be. What man could ever love him? After the things he had done? Sometimes he could barely stand being in his own skin. With every customer, a little piece of his soul disappeared. He feared that one day, he would cease to have one. He would just be a shell.

Justin was roused from his musings when he heard the man's voice. "C'mon, kid. Ain't got all night."

Justin gave his head a slight shake and got out of the man's vehicle. Taking a quick glance around, Justin saw that the man had taken him to what was referred to as a "No Tell Motel". In other words, it was a rundown, pay by the hour type of place. Giving an inaudible sigh, he followed the man into the room that the man had paid cash for. Once they were inside the room and the door had been closed, the man looked at Justin.

"Clothes, off," he demanded.

Justin obeyed and removed all of his clothing. When he was done, he noticed that the man had done the same. "My name's Tim. What's yours?"

"Sunshine," answered Justin.

"Sunshine?" Tim scoffed. "What's your real name?"

"That's the only name you're getting," Justin answered.

Tim shrugged and pointed at the rumpled, unmade bed. Justin hated to even guess what all had been done on it. And ... the stains. He didn't even want to know what they were. "Get on the bed. On your back."

Once again, Justin obeyed. After he had laid down, the man got onto the bed beside him.

"We're going to 69." Justin nodded.

Tim turned around so that his dick was in Justin's face and Justin's dick was in Tim's face. Tim was already hard, as was Justin. Justin had quickly learned how to instantly get hard. It had been a painful lesson, one that had required fifteen stitches. He had learned it from a customer who had painfully taught him how to get hard in a hurry. Especially when the men were ugly and mean. But he had quickly learned that the customers hated to have to wait for the prostitutes to get hard.

Justin opened his mouth and took the tip of Tim's dick inside, as Tim did the same to him. After a couple of sucks, Justin deep-throated Tim and felt Tim moan against his own dick. A few minutes later, Tim was shooting into the condom covering his dick. Justin didn't care what his customers wanted; a blowjob or a fuck. They always wore a condom. If nothing else, Justin always practiced safe sex. A minute later, Justin followed Tim's lead and shot his load into his own condom.

After Justin and Tim had taken off their condoms and had thrown them on the floor, Tim spoke. "I want to fuck you."

Justin shook his head. "No. I already told you. I do the fucking, no getting fucked."

"Well, this time you can make an exception."

Justin got off of the bed and started pulling his pants on. "No. Now, just give me my eighty dollars and I'll be on my way.

Tim's eyes narrowed and Justin had a very bad feeling. Tim walked towards him, backing Justin up against a wall. "I'm the customer, you're the whore. You'll do what I want. And I want to fuck you. Got it?"

Trying to keep his cool, Justin shook his head. "I said no."

Tim smacked him, knocking Justin's head to the right. "Drop your pants and bend over, whore," Tim snarled.

Justin pretended to be doing as he had been told. But, at the last minute, Justin threw his head backwards. The back of his head connected with Tim's nose as Justin's elbow connected with Tim's ribs. Tim grunted and cursed as he stumbled. Tripping, he hit his head and was knocked unconscious. Justin stared at the older man's still body, scared that he had killed him. Taking a deep breath, he knelt down and reached out a steady hand.

Touching the man's pulse point, on his neck, Justin could feel a steady pulse. Letting out a relieved breath, Justin grabbed the man's wallet out of his pants pocket. He took the eighty dollars and started to close the wallet back up when he noticed that the man had four hundred, crisp, one hundred dollar bills. Biting his bottom lip, he thought about what he should do. He wasn't usually a thief, but he and his siblings needed the money. Plus, the man was trash.

Making his decision, he quickly took the rest of the man's money and stuffed it in his own pocket. Justin put on his shoes and walked out of the motel room. Hopefully he would be long gone from the area before the man woke up.
 

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