Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Forever ❯ Part IV ( Chapter 4 )

I was sixteen now. I had been attending a local school since I was ten; since my mother's passing. I had been taught to read and write and do numbers at home, but I still had some catching up to do. I was sixteen and in the seventh grade. My dad had threatened the principal to keep the kids from picking on me, and so far it was working. My grades weren't the best, mostly C's and occasional D or B sometimes, but for the most part I didn't care. Dad told me to hang in there long enough to at least get a job that could pay for food and a place to stay at night. Once I was sixteen I had taken a job in prostitution. After two days of taking those pills my father had first given me several years ago, I found myself so sick that I couldn't keep them down.

 

Now that I was older, my father said, “You can build yourself up, please all the women in one night and rake in a few hundred.” I started with women the first couple of months, but it didn't seem so hot. I was back on my father's medication, and almost daily I was getting hard ons to no extent, but still that wasn't the whole reason I had no attraction to women. Maybe it was the men that fucked my mother in every way possible that I had been attracted to or maybe the fact that I had better connections with men than women, but I had little interest in women. Sure I'd fuck them senseless until dawn if they paid and were interested, but soon after losing my interest in women, I turned to men.

 

That turned out to be a completely different ride. One night I had a friend over, a young guy about twenty, and we were already getting kinky, handcuffing him to the furniture, naked, as my father walked in, early from wherever he had been. He flipped the light switch and stopped dead in his tracks. Noticing it was a customer of mine, he shrugged, flipped the switch off and left without a word, but after I had filled the room with moans and hard thumping for half the night, I returned to the bed I shared with my father. He was waiting, the lamplight off, the moon the only luminance that we could see by.

 

“I don't appreciate you ass fucking men, Koji. Dammit I didn't raise my kid to be gay!” he said vehemently, the smoke from his cigarette floating in wisps from his nostrils. He patted the bed. “C'mere ya bitch!” I sat down where he was. He took another drag before putting it out. “You've been taking my medicine haven't ya?” I nodded against the pillow, having laid down.

 

“What, the woman too picky now?” he asked, lying down beside me, propped on one hand, looking down at my still figure. I smiled. Closing my eyes, I felt his hand on my belly, sneaking down my pants and feeling me up. I bit my bottom lip, still semi hard from my previous rendezvous.

 

“Damn, they must be picky. Fuck those bitchin' bastards.” I laughed my chest moving as I compressed the sound. He withdrew his hand, grinning and laying down, closing the curtains and leaving us both in darkness.