He should have known
better. Every instinct in his body had told him the guy was a
waster. He kicked at a stone angrily. How could he have been so
stupid? It was obvious as soon as he set eyes on the kid he
couldn't be trusted. It was in the shoes, always the shoes. If
there was one thing he'd learned in his shitty fifteen years of life
- the shoes told you everything about a man. And this kids tatty
but fashionable trainers said waster and sure enough the fuck had
legged it without paying.
Yeah he could have chased the kid, beat him to a fucking pulp, no
less than he deserved, but he was pissed at himself. He'd let his
stupid, idiotic sense of romance overrule his need to survive. The
kid was his age and for all the warning signs, it felt good to be
approached by someone other than the usual greasy punters. It made
him feel. he rummaged for the word to describe it and grunted out a
laugh when he came up with attractive.
That was a joke. He knew what he was - nothing more than a pretty
piece of meat for the highest bidder to consume and discard. He was
invisible to people his own age. Only dirty old men, using their
money to get what would otherwise be unavailable to them, saw him
and knew what he was.
That's why it had felt so good. When the kid had approached him
shyly, head down, hands in pockets, voice barely audible. Making
him feel almost human, disarming his survival instincts. He was
lucky there hadn't been a gang of them waiting behind the bushes
ready to kick his head in. Instead he was just down a few quid for
a blowjob, no harm done. It wasn't the worst thing to happen in his
life. Just last week. He shook his head not wanting to remember, to
admit there were still things that these freaks could take from him.
He'd barely reached his spot by the big old oak tree, when a hand
landed on his shoulder. He spun round to face a large but familiar
"There you are I thought I was going to have to go with Stano," the
He nodded and lowered his head, catching a glimpse of the guys well
kept brogues, before leading the way.
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