Flash Fiction

By Lugh

Regrets

Feeling the pressure of my extended family as they overcrowded my aunt's home, I had to get out and take a walk to just cool down, relax a little, and get some air.

After a few blocks and a right turn, the houses changed from old Victorian to squat homes with broken windows and chain link fences. Children were playing basketball on the street. I slowed my steps, watching them play, wanting to join in, yet fearful of another rejection. I stood at the corner watching them, wrapped up in my thoughts when a blue sedan pulled up. The man waved me over and I went.

"How much?" he asked.

"For...?"

"For a quick fuck, boy, what do you think?"

I smiled, I would not charge him a dime, but he wanted to pay. "Fifty?" I offered.

"You look clean enough. Get in."

I got in.

He drove up a couple blocks while I caressed his leg, showing him I was eager for this exchange. He kept checking the mirrors, then he turned in behind a row of stores not far from where he picked me up. From there, it was a short trip to the back seat. There was no preamble. My pants were down around my ankles and his cock in my arse before I could blink twice. The sheer quickness of it surprised me, then he was pounding away and I was lost on the sea of emotions that always accompanied lovemaking.

Then, with a grunt and an extra thrust, it was over.

I took a moment to pull up my pants and fix my shirt while he fished out the money. We did not exchange another word as he drove me back to the corner and dropped me off. I should have charged him a hundred.

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