Chapter 5

Why did I wait so long today? I should have gone right out in the morning. Then I’d have been all set for the day. I could have been lounging in front of my TV right now bathed in the comforting warm glow as a man’s stolen love languidly rippled through my veins.

I thought I was fine. I thought I could make it through the entire day without my “fix” – using the current street parlance – but here I am blowing a guy in the front seat of his car, in a damned parking lot, at 5:30 in the evening. But he’ll give me what I need after I provide my service.

He’s close.

His thigh feels damp under my hand.

I know what he wants.

I take all of him into my mouth then, pursing my lips around his base, slowly draw my head up. He moans as my lips reach just under his small cockhead. Come on, “Little Dick,” cum in my fucking mouth!

Now! My brain screams silently as I cradle his balls and lick circles around the head of his prick.

Come on, come on, come on...

It’s coming. I can feel it. I can feel him.

He hunches up towards my face and I squeeze two fingers and a thumb between my lips and his hips, grasping his undersized penis.

And then he cums.

I don’t know if it was that I waited so long or if he came so much or if it was just really potent stuff, but if I hadn’t been practically lying across the front seat, I would have collapsed as the initial rush hit me.

The triphammer in my chest instantly freezes mid-beat as he cums in my mouth. I can feel it sliding down my throat. Coating my esophagus with a cool, numbing ooze. And then, as it hits my belly, I float along with the first welcoming wave as it billows through my body. I feel my heart slowly start up again, pushing the warm haze out to each individual cell of my body, washing away all of the agony and torment that dwells in every turn of my meager existence.

My world is perfect again.

I feel alive again.

Then, as if I’ve drifted out of my own body, as if I’m experiencing someone else’s movements and thoughts, I feel myself methodically suck all I can out of this man, basking in this brief moment of shared love. I know that it’s temporary, but I don’t care. I don’t even care that it’s not love for me. Fabricated lust disguised as pretend love. But that’s more than good enough for me.

For now.

For today.

I rested my head on his lap as I let his cock slip from my slackened lips, my eyes glazed over in rapture.