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Jan. 6th, 2011
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Jan. 2nd, 2011
Dec. 31st, 2010
Eighteen and Almost Legal
I stayed with that cop until I graduated, top of my class too. It’s amazing what a little motivation will do to a man. If I got good grades, I got fucked just how I liked it, rough, hard, and painful. If I failed, I didn’t get anything. It was enough to boost me to actually do the work I was slacking off on. It was nearly two years before he broke it off with me. That may not seem like a long time to most people, but for a guy like me who barely saw the same cock twice, it was an eternity. We weren’t dating or anything as fluffy as that. No it was sex. It was survival. Without that cop I don’t think I would have survived and I know I owe him whatever sanity I salvaged. Life is pretty cruel when you get right down to it. I never understood that before. I thought I knew what being tough was, I mean hell, I’d seen quite a bit in my time, and went through even more, but still, I wasn’t prepared.
It was him who spurned me to looking for my biological father, one of millions who could have shared my mother’s bed. As they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I watched as men and women alike were ushered through our front doors and into my mother’s rooms only to be gone the next day and never seen again. There was one though, one who visited often. He was some sort of mob boss, a real big man in the underground business. I didn’t know that at the time, I just knew he’d often teach me little things as a child. He was closest thing to a father I remember having. That cop help me tracked him down, practically delivered me right on his door step before walking away from me forever. He had a girl he wanted to marry and I had a family reunion to see about.
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It was him who spurned me to looking for my biological father, one of millions who could have shared my mother’s bed. As they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I watched as men and women alike were ushered through our front doors and into my mother’s rooms only to be gone the next day and never seen again. There was one though, one who visited often. He was some sort of mob boss, a real big man in the underground business. I didn’t know that at the time, I just knew he’d often teach me little things as a child. He was closest thing to a father I remember having. That cop help me tracked him down, practically delivered me right on his door step before walking away from me forever. He had a girl he wanted to marry and I had a family reunion to see about.
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A Bitter Sweet Sixteen
Abandoned. I was tossed out on my ass. I was angry. I was more than angry. I was a Blackblood, just like the rest of them, what gave them the right to push me away like I was scum under their shoe? As a sixteen year old, I couldn’t see past my own spoiled reasoning. Let’s face it. I was rich, good looking, popular, and had more than just boys at my beck and call. I was a god. I could do anything. No one could hold me down. Or so I thought. I was no longer living in the main house. No longer could that bitch bring her wrath down on me. Finally. No more beatings. I had finally gotten myself thrown out of enough private schools that I’d been allowed to attend a public school in a nearby city.
An apartment had bought for me, just as a place to stay during the school week. Everyone knows you don’t give a sixteen year old boy an apartment of his own. It was quickly the biggest partying house on the street. Like my own little love nest to seduce boys into fucking me silly. I was in heaven. But then, I started to get cocky. I tried to take it outside of those four walls, a little drunken endeavor in the park. When we were caught, I didn’t think anything of it. I was a Blackblood, who would arrest me? Apparently I was wrong. They were cops who couldn’t be bought. No amount of money could prevent them from hauling me in. So I did the only thing I could think of. I offered my body. Like a two bit whore who didn’t have a desire for anything else. I didn’t think it would work. But it did and I liked it.
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An apartment had bought for me, just as a place to stay during the school week. Everyone knows you don’t give a sixteen year old boy an apartment of his own. It was quickly the biggest partying house on the street. Like my own little love nest to seduce boys into fucking me silly. I was in heaven. But then, I started to get cocky. I tried to take it outside of those four walls, a little drunken endeavor in the park. When we were caught, I didn’t think anything of it. I was a Blackblood, who would arrest me? Apparently I was wrong. They were cops who couldn’t be bought. No amount of money could prevent them from hauling me in. So I did the only thing I could think of. I offered my body. Like a two bit whore who didn’t have a desire for anything else. I didn’t think it would work. But it did and I liked it.
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