“No Billy… I don’t think that… I am not totally stupid you know…”
“Come on William. Okay, so life being a male prostitute isn’t fun. Surely there are other things a talented person like you could do. You don’t need to be someone’s sex toy…”
“No? You don’t think so Gordon? Okay. Tell me this then. If you knew me, would you have let me and Josh stay here if it wasn’t for the chance and opportunity of you getting to wet your dick in our bodies? Come on… you want honesty… well…”
“Yes. Yesterday, and even up till last night, that would be true; but
gaystoryman I have come to realize that even money isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. I saw how Josh looked at you when you came back last night. I saw how he stood over you today… the way he cares. That is what it is all about Billy, and whether or not you sell your body, that type of love isn’t going to change how he feels about you.” “Christ. You really think that love can conquer all Gordon? Man I had you pegged all wrong. I thought you had savvy…”
“I do Billy. Love by itself can move a great deal… with some faith and some hard work… yes, miracles can happen… so why not let them happen for you? I am not asking for much, am I?”
“Shit, you still don’t get it, do you Gordon?”
“Enlighten me then, William.”
“No. I don’t think you want me to… you… shit Gordon, why can’t it just be like it was? So I got roughed up a bit. Do you or Josh think I am so weak I can’t handle a bit of pain?”
“Handling pain that other’s inflict is one thing… when you have to… when you don’t have to is just plain stupid William, and you aren’t a stupid person.”
“Stupid? No maybe not stupid, but get real, both of you. I am a whore. Do you understand that? I sell my dick to some fat bastard with a buck or two… not because I like his greasy hands on my body, but because it is all I can do…”
“Now that is shit Billy. Maybe at times you have to… hell I did to
get out of my home, but there are other things we can do…”
“You think so Josh? Well then you aren’t too bright. Do either of you figure I like being a whore? I really don’t you know, not that what I want counts… but I do what I have to simply live…”
“That is a cop out William. Maybe there have been times when you haven’t had a choice, but now you do have one…”
“Do I? Neither of you get it… this is who I am… I am a slut, a whore, hoe, whatever you wanna call it. I have been doing this since I was 13 years old… yeah, that’s right… 13 because no one would hire me to wash dishes. The first time I tried that, I had the cops on my back, sending me back. I tried… this is what I do… this is what I survive on, my dick not my brains…”
“But that was then…”
“And what… now that I am older things are different? Fuck man, you live in a dream world Gordon. I have been on my own since I was 6 or so. I have been on the streets in some city since I was 14. I can show you hundreds of ways to get a condom on in less than a couple of seconds, but don’t ask me to conjugate some friggin verb cause I don’t even know what you talking about. I can read, a bit. And yeah, I can even write some. But to sit down and read one of them fancy books in your library? Not a fucking hope in hell Gordon. So what else am I
gaystoryman gonna do?” “Learn how… maybe?”
“Sure. And how am I supposed to live? You gonna let me stay here without giving you some of my dick?”
“Yes…”
“Come on… no way… you know that.”
