Thredded Nets

I can still feel the heat from the shower I took minutes ago, rising from my body as I wipe away the steam with my towel, feeling the cold of my apartment start to replace it's comfort as my body shakes in the darkness. It's not the cold that is driving my nerves to be on edge  tonight but the feeling deep inside of myself, the urge, that I have not been able to shake away this whole week. For many nights, I have tossed and turned in my bed, thinking costantly on what exactly have I gotten myself into and dreaded the day that I would be facing my actions. Today. The hour is way past late, only ghosts are awake at this time along with the hoodlums and demons dancing in the city streets, and then there is me. Perhaps I am not the only one, perhaps there is another teenager out there just like me who is doing the same thing and is wanting to run away and curl up in his bed and simply sleep away the night.

That idea starts to leave me as I start to get dressed, grabbing a tight black underwear that comes down to my thighs, slipping on grey sweatpants with flip flops along with a loose black shirt to throw over that is long enough to reach past my waist, they have always been my comfortable grunge pajamas. I don't want to dress up for him again as I think back on how my outfit for him was much different that one I am wearing now, very much unlike me. I dressed like a idiot to impress him. White Nike track shorts that came high above my knees, with a tight ambercrombie or whatever preppy brand shirt that was way too bright colored with blue outlines. I didn't wear any underwear underneath the nikes, the only thing that felt normal.

He looked at my skinny body dressed in the ridiculous clothes and knew with my heavy dark eyeliner and long emo style hair, he knew just as much as I did that it was all a Sham. A gimmick. It honestly probably turned him on more to see me wear it for him and stand before him, seeing the outcast of society trying to change his colors for the night. Instead of football, I clinged to my laptop, Instead of parties, I watched anime on my couch with a bowl full of popcorn and six cans of mountain dew half drank because my shitty habit of not finishing my drinks. Even my sex life was unlike the abercrombie boys, as it wasn't me posing sexy in front of a mirror with a fancy camera and having some muscular guy pounding my twink ass in the summer weekend in the their living room on some bullshit beach house or four level fancy housing with a balcony that has some flowers and other decorative shit he would water after done with me. I can't even make up a scenario that those boys must be lucky to have, since my own stories are too embarrassing to compare that everyone else would judge but myself.

Oh the eventful four times I have others inside me, start to enter inside my mind as I sit down on my bed, staring at my phone waiting for his response. Did I see bright colorful sunlight and birds chirping? No, I saw the fourty year old standing in his bathrobe at the doorway with only his kitchen light on for background, looking around to see if any of his neighbours might be looking at us or if any of the local party kids next door blasting gangster music might notice and make fun of him later for. Seeing his coast is clear and letting me inside as I toss my torn up punk backpack onto his couch and taking my hoodie off as he closes his door, he turned to watch me undress before dropping his own robe to reveal a body just as skinny as mine with a cock stiffly pointed at me. Judging by the smell of narcotics in the air and ashtray riddled with plastic baggies, it's a good guess that he uses like everyone else in the shitty complex. As long as he would use protection, I wouldn't care what his poisons were, I thought to myself as he walked over and placed a condom on his cock and beckond for me to step over to his couch with various blankets and pillows covering it.

"So are you sure you want this, I mean, it doesn't make sense why someone as...good looking as you, would want to be here" He said to me as he lit his cigarette and stood looking at me as I sat down on his couch naked with only my wrist decorations and little black rubber band around my ankles. 

"I had a bad night, after this you won't see me at all, I don't want you to talk and if you hit me or burn that cig on me or cum on me without me saying so, I'll make sure to break your balls for your neighbours to hear. Your lucky to be having me at all, remember that." I said to him with a glare through my long black hair that rested softly on my naked shoulders, smiling slightly at how he doesnt say anything at all and shrugs to himself and flips me over on his couch and starts to push inside me.

No sunshine for me, no flowers on the balacony and summer daydreams with little hush hush secrets. No my sights were hairy boney legs around my body and looking up to see the red hot glow of the cig burning brightly and reflecting across the worn down wall.My sights were pictures of a married husband and his family resting on a nearby nightstand with the cheater pushing me against his pillows and moaning with delight as his balls slapped happily against my soft skin. My sights were looking at a musty dark bookcase filled with various novels and trilogys with unopened amazon packages sitting ontop of each other on each level of the bookcase while my art teacher from back when I was still in highschool, finishes licking my ass and grabs a stack of papers, most likely his students homework and gently stacks them off to the side his coffee table as he turns me over and rests his knee on the empty spot on the coffee table and looks down at me as I grab hold of him and kiss away at his pride. My sights were of a show playing on netflix in the backround while a guy stumbles back and fourth, drinking one beer after another as he watches his friend continue to fuck me in the air as I hold onto him tightly, brushing my hands across his thick mohawk and kissing his neck.

My sights aren't glorious and neither was him as he sat in his hotel bedroom in his open collar suit, stroking his spanish goatee as he watches me in the ridiclious clothes before taking them off me and pushing me into his bed and not doing anything further before taking a picture of my naked ass with a flash on his phone. I remember being shocked at what he did and reaching up to grab it before he knocked my hand aside and stepping backward.

"Don't move or I'll take more" He says with a laugh in his Spanish accent

"Delete it now" I say to him, grabbing the covers and pulling them up, pushing my long black hair aside

"I'm not going to do that, you can keep the clothes and the hotel, I've gotta go and catch my flight that should be landing in three hours" He says to me before turning around to head out the door as I jump out of the bed and run naked over to him before he turns to me quickly, almost causing me to fall backward before grabbing onto my arm and pushing me against the cold hotel wall.

"I'm keeping this for my own enjoyment until I come back here next weekend, to which I am going to offer you a deal that no one else would offer ever chico. I am going to be come back and I am going to fuck you, and after I am done fucking you, then I want you to come back to Havanna with me and see what paradise is and enjoy the riches that no one else would dare to dream" He says to me

"Sounds like the title of something I would find in my junk mail, I don't ever let anyone take pics of me, EVER" I say to him, pushing my naked feet against his legs, trying to shove him away and break free from his grip, feeling my feet slip occasionally and rub against his extremely hard cock. Is he getting horny about this? 

"You live in a shithole, and I have seen plenty of shit holes, and I know you don't understand now but I will explain later. I have your number and a picture of your ass too as well, I am going to text you everything and if you are interested, I will come back and finish this and give you what I think you want and will do anything for" He says to me, holding firm and pushing against me

"Well I was going to fuck you for fun but now I am not even remotely interested and want that picture deleted" I say loudly as I try and grab his phone again to which he swings away from me

"In your little shorts, there is a card in there, with enough funds that should prove that I am the real deal chico, so if you change your mind, you can still keep the card and forget about me and just know that I will probably look at your picture a few times before deleting it and moving on." he says to me before letting go and stepping backward

"Where the hell is Havanna anyways?" I ask him, rubbing my aching arm and feeling myself very vulnerable and stupid, standing here naked in front of him but knowing I would feel stupid putting those clothes back on just the same.

"Look it up kid, your always on your phone anyways. I've got to go, so we will speak later" He says quickly before rushing out of the hotel room, bringing the silence in the room as I contemplate running out in the hall and tackling him and grabbing that phone before deciding I am way too tired to accomplish such a feat and retreat back to the bed, sitting gently on it and laying backwards, staring at the ceiling above me with thoughts racing around inside. I turn to the small shorts and reach inside, feeling the card and not bothering to pull it out as I push it aside, shaking my head and wondering what the hell just happened. I thought after I met him on that dating app on the phone with his blank profile meeting my own, it would be a simple fuck and go with the various pics of him being sent to me in his suits and standing next to palm fucking trees while I sent blurry pictures of me standing in my bathroom with just a black shirt on and nothing else and other nonrevealing pics that he wouldn't even be interested. 

A few days has passed since that happened as I lay on my bed at 2 AM on saturday, holding the phone in my hands along with the card that I had checked out to have 13k resting in it that I used little of, wondering what the hell Mr. Havanna is planning, and what he is wanting, tonight..

Suddenly the room illuminates with my phone light as I turn my head down to see a text waiting for me, causing my nerves to run back up across my spine.

"Landing, we are both ready for you"....