Twenty

Dillon stops and turns back. There is a noticeable change in his face, yet I can’t quite place it. His eyes … hope? … anticipation? … longing? … happiness? I can’t quite place it.

I glance around and instantly take notice how my parking spot is rather isolated, and empty of pedestrian traffic. Suddenly my mind fills with an image, I’m sure I’ve seen in a porn video before. I slowly reach out to the befuddled young man and pull him in for a sensual, hot, yearning kiss, driving my tongue into his mouth. We duel together, lips mashed together, tongues entwined as we swap saliva. His racing heart and panting breaths are indicative of his arousal, not to mention the growing bulge in his trousers. Slowly I slink to my knees, kissing my way down his neck and his chest as I bare his flesh to my hungry mouth. I unbuckle his trousers, lower the zipper and expose the rigid manhood, giggling as it bounces wildly across my face and forehead. I grip it tightly and steady it as I open my mouth wide to sheath his mighty sword.

I blink my eyes several times, snapping myself out of the porn video in my head. My hand is digging through my pocket, and I feel the money I had stuffed in there from earlier. I pull it out and take note of the four twenties. Nothing smaller. Oh well, easy come, easy go. I peel off a single bill and hand it to Dillon. “Thanks for the help,” I mutter still recovering from the lingering effects of my daydream. I say my goodbyes and hop into the seat, start the engine and roll down the window.

As I begin to pull away, Dillon takes note of the bill in his hand and tries to object, stating that it’s too much. I’m too frazzled already, my mind spins like a tornado. I can’t stay any longer or I’ll go crazy. I don’t know what possesses me, but I reply into the wind, “You owe me!”

As I head towards home, my mind is offered time to reminisce on the day so far. All those men. All those cocks. All the opportunities. Only eighty-nine more days till I’m back at school. Will I be sucking cocks every day when I get back to school? The game? Why do I have to suck a cock every day? The rules remain in my head, but the reasons for the game seem to blur. I have so many questions for Roland. I need to ask him. I’m sure he’ll know the answers. I’ll text him when I get home.

As I travel down a somewhat isolated part of the road, I recall, quite vividly, the events that transpired at the gas station that looms just ahead. An increasing itch develops in my loins as a hunger grows in the pit of my stomach. An urge to stop and experience the glory hole once again gnaws at my brain as the decrepit building grows larger, as my wheels keep turning towards the destination.