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Preview Gayfiction Novel: » Rent Boy © «
in him. Small
tears ran down his face as he kept himself pinned up against the passenger
side door. Glad for the silence, and yet hating it as it gave his mind
time to think, time to condemn him for being a slut.
They had driven for a few hours and Josh could feel the driver's
eyes glancing back to his crotch frequently. He knew that he would have to
feel those strong hands on his dick again, and he wasn't thrilled.
He didn't know how guys did it, selling their ass. All he could
think of was getting out, getting somewhere that had a hot bath so he
could try and wipe the feeling away. He didn't feel so shit hot right now;
and yet the idea that someone found him attractive enough to want him,
even for a price, was appealing to his young mind.
The truck drove into a shabby looking truck stop. It had a small
cafe and gas bar. The driver opened his door, and as he started to get
down, he turned to Josh. "Well,
if you want to go any further you'll have to ante up again once we hit the
road, otherwise you get off here kid. So, what's it going to be?"
Josh had no idea where here was, but he knew that he didn't want
those hands around his naked body again. He also didn't want that mouth to
taste his milk anymore. The guy made him feel dirty and at least he was
far enough away that he could take some time. "I'll
get off here, thanks." "Suit
yourself kid, but if you change your mind, let me know. I'm grabbing some
hot food and then heading off. You got time to consider my offer."
The driver was disappointed. He had hoped he could take this kid
all the way. He looked at him, and licking his lips he wondered if he
could maybe find another way to do the kid? Well, he'd see after he had
some food, maybe he would even just fork out some money for the kid. That
might work, but let the kid think on it first; it might still work out, it
usually did with these young ones.
His stomach gurgled and he felt rather dizzy as the smells from the
cafe wafted over to him. He was starved, and he had a few dollars, but he
wanted to save what little money he had. Maybe if he talked to the truck
driver, and he threw in some food, well, maybe he would do it one more
time.
He stood up and started to walk towards the cafe when he spotted
the truck driver. Josh was about to call out to him, when he noticed that
he was heading towards the bushes with another person, a tall thin looking
guy with long hair.
Well, guess that's out, he thought. There wasn't much doubt what
they were heading off to do. He went and sat back down at the curb side, wondering what he
should do next. He needed a ride, that was for sure. Well, at least he had
a better chance of getting one from here.
He was dozing off, the warmth of the cafe made him relaxed and the
hot coffee that he had grudgingly indulged in was helping too. He knew he
couldn't just stay here, and he shook himself awake. Surveying the parking
lot, there weren't many options.
Slowly he got himself together, flinging his back pack over his
shoulder. He paid the bill and headed outside, to stand by the roadway,
and see if he could hitch another ride to somewhere.
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