The streetlights threw strange shadows across the near-deserted city street. This desolate area was no welcome place for a stranger, but the thrill of danger and possible death enticed him. It was a far cry from the clean and sunny Hell of suburbia he unfortunately called home. Must be normal, he once thought, must be like everyone else. He didn’t want to be thought of as society’s version of normal, though. The mere thought of soccer-mom-heterosexual-suburban-bubble-living made his stomach churn and the reality of it made him want to crawl out of his own skin and run away from himself. He didn’t know what he was looking for here, in this cesspool part of the city, but he felt sure he would find it.
The man walked with his body upright and chin out, as if tempting trouble to come to him. The shops that weren’t boarded up were closed for the night, except for the lone adult bookstore that offered only a flickering neon “Open” sign as to its presence. The only other people he saw were the handful of prostitutes and the scattered vagrants. He wanted nothing to do with any of them. He wanted something more. His muscular legs carried him forward along the littered street.
His nostrils were assaulted by the stench from the city: rotting garbage, exhaust, shit and body odor from the homeless, and putrefying lake water that carried on the breeze. A dark Cadillac headed towards him and slowed. He couldn’t see through the tinted windows, but he knew the passengers were sizing him up. He tensed, felt his heart beat faster, and the car tore off down the street.
Nothing.
It had been for nothing.
The growing bulge in his pants told him he was on the right track and he continued on.
A new scent began to mix with the others. He wasn’t turned off by this smell. He stopped walking and sniffed the air. His broad shoulders turned him from side to side, trying to locate where the smell was coming from. He walked again at a lumbering pace and worked up speed as this new-found scent grew in his nose and breath. The smell told him he was close to what he had been looking and longing for.
He stopped again and ran his fingers through his thick, short-cropped, auburn hair. His emerald-colored eyes scanned the area and he knew where that smell was coming from. As he walked to the opening of the darkest of alleys, the smell of years of stale cum and fresh cum, piss, and blood, all tinged with leather permeated his senses and skin. Savage hormones raced through him, his skin warmed, breath came in shorter bursts, and his veiny cock grew beneath his worn, tight blue jeans.
He peered around the corner of the dark alley and was able to make out two male silhouettes. One he could tell was in the process of getting dressed. The other stood there, watching, waiting.
“That was great,” he heard the one putting on his pants say, “and I’m Jeffery, by the way.”
SMACK!
The guy knocked so hard and quick, Jeffery spun into the brick wall, hitting it with his face. He fell back and landed on the ground with a lazy thud, his back sure to have pieces of loose gravel embedded in it.
“You worthless fucking cunt. I told you not to tell me your name. I also told you not to speak unless spoken to first. Do you see what happens when you disobey me? Do it once more and next time I will not be so gentle.” The guy’s voice was deep, calm, and even, but came out in a low growl that brought a heated sweat to the watcher’s brow and a pre-cum stain to his jeans. “Now, get up and get the fuck out of here you pussy faggot and I better not see your fucking face around here again.” With that, the guy leaned over, spit on Jeffery’s face, and stood back up.
Jeffery collected his pained self off the ground, grabbed his shirt that lay nearby, and walked a bit hunched-over at a brisk pace past the watcher. Jeffery’s face was streamed with tears and fresh blood drizzling from his scraped-up forehead, nose, and cheek. He reeked of piss and cum and sweat.
The guy was right, he thought, you are a pussy. Run home to your wife and kids. Good luck explaining the blood and bruises. Too bad you couldn’t stick around and see how to take it like a real man. With that thought, he strode into the alley.
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