“I could get arrested for this. You’re a minor.”

“Doing what? We ain’t doing nothing.”

“I got a room nearby. In a hotel.”

“Doing what?” I asked him. He looked away from me and into the street like he was expecting something else to happen.

“The ten dollars I gave you,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“I can’t tell you here.”

I didn’t do anything but follow him around the block and up a flight of stairs. I just laid on the bed with all my clothes on. I didn’t move a muscle.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said.

I said nothing. I fingered the ten-dollar bill in my pocket.

“What do you want?”

“Make it hard for me. Can you do that?” he said.

“I’m too nervous.”

“Take your time. I won’t hurt you. I just want to look at it. I won’t even touch you.”

“Sure? You sure about that?”

“Sure.”

I eased my cock out of my pants and didn’t have to think about nothing else. I could smell the green money on my hands. It was a long time before I could even jerk myself off without pulling at the new stitches at the end of my balls. Now everything had healed. I made myself hard quick.

“You watching me?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful. A beautiful cock.”

“You watching me?” I said, not moving my eyes from his twisting face.

“Beautiful. Beautiful,” he said, wiping the stains seeping into his pants.

I didn’t come at all. I couldn’t. After a moment my cock went soft. I put it back inside my pants and left. He didn’t even know that I was gone.

It was as easy as that.

The very next night I was back again. Same street, same corner. The same man was waiting for me. We went to the same hotel, the same room. It was just like nothing had changed.

“Make it hard for me.”

I made it hard.

“Beautiful. Beautiful,” he said. His mouth opened and closed. He made funny noises in his throat.

“Can I suck it?”

“Five more dollars,” I said, quicker than I really knew what I was saying and surprised I even thought it up so soon.

“All right. Here,” he said, throwing the extra bill at me. I pulled my pants down further. He put his mouth to work, and it felt good. Real good.

“Wait a minute,” he said.

“You ain’t getting your money back,” I said. “And you ain’t climbing on top, neither.”

“I just want to take my teeth out.”

Shit, man. Ecstasy! An easy ride to the throat. I should have paid him.