Life on the streets can be hard, but it can also be one never-ending adventure.
Jimmy is a thirty-nine year old man who makes his living off the streets. But he doesn’t live on the streets. He rents a cheap, one-room apartment above Mrs Tong’s Chinese supermarket, where he can go to escape the hassle of hustling. It’s not a life most people would choose, but Jimmy loves it. ‘Better than pushing a pen all day’ is his philosophy. He can go where he wants, when he wants. He can earn as much or as little as he wants, although some of the johns who know him expect him to be available whenever they want him to be. Good luck. Jimmy might sell his body for sex, yet he is not completely without limits. Nor is he lacking self-respect.
Come with Jimmy as he takes you with him into the night. Then cum with Jimmy as he demonstrates the skills he is renowned for. Step outside the square you live in and discover a whole other world right under your nose.
Series: The Shape Of A Man
Ebook ISBN: 5118_1168
lyd Category: Men4Men
Length: 31 pdf Pages / 4700 words
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I’ve been walking these same city streets for years, almost since I left high school. Education didn’t really work out for me. At least not the type they give you in school. I learnt more on the streets than I ever did locked up in a bloody school room. Teachers never taught me how to defend myself against a drugged up john who wants my mouth and my arse, but who doesn’t want to pay. Teachers never taught me to get the money first, before I deliver my service. I had to learn that the hard way, two or three times actually. Life on the streets was tough, but if you kept your eyes open and your ear to the pavement you could survive quite well.
I guess I’ve always been a loner. I never had friends and after a while I never wanted them. Can’t miss what you’ve never had. Even now I know people, but I never let them get too close. I like my space and it’s a good thing because there is a lot of space on the streets, especially after dark. I can walk and walk and walk and never have to say a hello I don’t mean, or smile when I don’t feel like it. People leave me alone and I leave them alone, unless they’ve got cash. I can force a smile for cash. I can force almost anything for cash.
Tonight I’m wearing a pair of jeans I lifted from a display bin outside a second hand shop. They fit really well. A little too tight, perhaps, but that’s an advantage. It makes my bubble butt look firmer and makes me look like I’m hung like an ox. The t-shirt I stole from a trick who short changed me. I’d put it on by mistake, but then he’d got nervous. He pushed a handful of notes into my hand and pushed me out the door of his hotel room. I counted it up and he was a twenty down. Didn’t bother me. The shirt I left him with was old and reeking like a sewer. Now I have a new one. White and washed and smelling like spring. My head is shaved. Luigi down at the barber shop did it for a tenner. Great. I didn’t have to worry about fucking around with combs and gel and shit like that. Guys liked running their hands over it. I don’t know. Maybe it gave them a thrill to feel the roughness of my scalp. They certainly liked me rubbing it over their pulsing arseholes. I did it to annoy them, but only once did a guy push my head away and tell me it was too rough. The others couldn’t get enough, pulling my head in harder so their arseholes really felt the sting of my bristles.
I have four piercings and three tattoos. I figure that’s enough until I strike it rich. I have both my nipples pierced and my ears. I wear gold rings in all my piercings. I have a tatt of a flaming skull over my left pec, a tattoo of a demon with a giant cock on my left upper arm and a merman on my right upper arm. Don’t know why I chose them. Just appealed to me at the time. But I do like the water. I love the beach. Sometimes I catch sight of the merman in a shop window or a hotel mirror and wish it was me. Imagine that! Being able to swim anywhere you wanted. Maybe that’s why I chose it.
My body is in good shape, deeply tanned from living under the sun and ripped. Not an ounce of fat on this bod. All the walking I do, sometimes running, and of course, all the fucking, keeps me in great shape. I walk past gyms and laugh at the poor dickheads that are paying a fortune for a body I got just from living my life. Living hard has its benefits.
“Hey, how much?”
I look across the road – some barrel-bellied twit in a cheap suit is waving a fifty at me.
Wayne Mansfield is a resident of Perth, Western Australia. Over the past six years he has had many of his erotic novellas and books published in the US, the UK and also his native Australia. While many of his earlier stories were based on personal experiences, these days Wayne prefers to write dark erotica, a combination of his two loves - sex and horror. “Jimmy” is the eleventh story from his “The Shape of a Man” series, a celebration of men and male sexuality in all their various forms. For a full list of published works and also up to date news and information about forthcoming releases, please check out his website:
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