At one point, I’m not sure when, not that it really matters, their condom-covered d***s are inside me at the same time. They f**k me together: in and out, repeatedly, and egg each other on, unstoppable in their labor.
Payment for my stay.
Ass for a bed where I can sleep.
There are other men I have to f**k for the use of their beds in the upcoming months. Too many to count. But I refuse to go home. I can’t go home. I’m fueled by my father and mother’s judgment. I continue to live on the city streets, moving around.
Philip. Joel. Jackson. Sean. Reese. Damar. Glenn. Casper. Mike. Van. I let them f**k me and I sleep in their beds. All of them. They range in ages: eighteen to thirty-seven. Some are drug addicts. Others are married. A few just want the company. Reese is newly dumped by his p
