Page 50 of Cry Baby
“Take this, my sweet boy. Take this cock.”
Yes, yes, yes.
“Fuck!”
I couldn’t shut my whore mouth when he slammed into me with his spit coating my hole.
“Does my sweet boy like it?”
I grunted a response. I couldn’t admit to liking it. Hell, I’d die denying I ever took dick like this. But to Allen, I could tell him whatever he needed.
His speed increased, and the tightness did too. I was ready to spill over the floor.
“Tell me, you dirty boy. Tell me how bad you are.”
I paused a little before I could focus on his words.
Why is he talking like that?
“Uh. Yeah,” I said, but it came out a cough.
Focusing on the sensations alone and not the weird dirty talk, I pushed my ass harder onto his cock, letting the pain guide my orgasm.
My version of coming was just…a quick moment of feeling some form of release.
I craved that feeling. It was all I had.
After he blew his load onto my back, I straightened my body and grabbed a paper towel to wipe myself down.
Allen was already fussing over the dish that was cooking.
“You okay?” he asked, slowing his breathing.
“Yeah.” I said, “how bout you?”
Allen nodded, looking puzzled, but I ignored it, grabbed my clothes from the floor, and headed upstairs to shower.
Time to wash the encounter away and pretend it didn’t happen, just for another day to prove it would happen again.
My board, set up in a spare room Allen had allotted to me, on my way to the bathroom, shone back at me.
So many missing men.
I wouldn’t let them go.
They’d be found.
If it was the last thing I did, I would fucking find every last one of them.
And then maybe…
I could find my twin brother.
Some places never changed.
The lights were still too warm. The bourbon still smelled like varnish. The bartender still polished glasses that never looked clean.
And Hollis…
