My feet scramble to catch up with the shadowy figures in the darkness, as my mind began to devise negotiation strategies. I knew exactly how much money I had in my pocket, and though I was hoping to retain half of the ten I had brought with me, I knew that I wasn’t willing to spend anymore than that; despite the fact that I didn’t actually know what a date would cost because I had never bought one before. Truth was, if I had gone out to the club tonight I would have spent exactly that, and the possibility of me having brought some one home was a pretty great, so why should I expect to spend anymore than that for a boy I picked up off of the street?
Still part of me wondered; was I being rational? Was my idea of a fare price the same as the man who bartered his sexual prowess? Perhaps his self worth was slightly elevated and he didn’t think that my measly little two five dollar bills was enough payment for the gift of his sexual talents? After all I wouldn’t have been so liberal with the price point of my own sexuality. I personally would have been a fairly high priced hoe, or whore. But then again, how much could their self worth really be if they were selling themselves so freely on street corners? Of course at least they had the ingenuity to sell what most men/women gave away freely.
I crossed over Cypress pass the first figure who seemed to be having a lyric war with the lap post. The words flowing from his mouth as if he were a professional hip hop Pissarro. His hands moving back and forth across his torso like he was conducting a small hip hop orchestra. His jeans hung at his hips to reveal the bare skin that lay beneath the harsh fabric of the denim. My eyes moved over his clothes, through the part in his shirt at the base of his torso, and I took in the bushel of pubic hair that stared back at me. His yammering slowed as he slowly sized me up, and he swayed back and forth so that his jeans danced dangerously on his hips. I blushed beneath the cover of my hood.
I didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. What was I going to say to this the emperor of hip hop? He was much to intimidating for me; just little rougher around the edges than I would have preferred to pick up on the street. If we had been in a more controlled atmosphere I probably would have approached him without hesitation, but his overtly thuggish exterior gave me pause, and I would have been thinking more of my safety than of the sexual exploits that would take place between us. So I passed on him; siliently hoping that he wasn’t the last peace of merchandise left on the beat. Knowing my luck he probably was and for the same reason that I had passed him by in the first place. He had an air or danger that was probably just too much that I or anybody else was willing to take a chance on.
I swept up the street; my feet quickly moving beneath me. I was almost back to Peachtree, and my nerves were getting the best of me. Perhaps this was a bad idea? I thought to myself as my fist clenched the keys in my pocket. Then he turned the corner, and my pace slowed almost immediately. His feet beat the concrete like a snare drum, echoing through the darkness and silence. His body swayed to a soundless beat that commanded my attention, and as he swayed melodically down the side walk I felt myself being pulled into by his brand of hypnosis. His cocoa colored eyes meet mine and his lips curled up into a dirty little grin. I felt my knees getting weak beneath me. Steady yourself boy. I said softly between slow deep breaths. I let my fingers move over the bills folded up in my pocket. I felt bad for not bringing more cash as my eyes moved over the outline of his physic as he glided in and out of the darkness and the light of the street lamps above us. He was in exceptional health; from what my eyes could spy.
His shoulders spread eagle across the scoop of his back, and rounded the definitive muscular contours on his arms. I took a deep breath and straightened my posture as he passed me. My eyes never left his and his never wavered from my stair. As he passed me his shoulder brushed against mine, and I felt a surge of electricity pass between our bodies. Then I heard his voice call out too me.
To be continued…
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