Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 24
The City Of Theft

Wednesday 11 June 2003

The last two or three weeks have gone rather smoothly now that Jaden and I have found a way to make money rather easily, rather being a key word because it's not always as easy as we thought.

First, we quickly learned that certain spots are kind of owned by hustlers who control prostitutes and provide them with clients. Neither Jaden nor I are totally innocent, though, and as much as their offer might sound attractive, guaranteeing countless horny dudes ready to pay against a bit of pleasure, we also know that these pimps take a large percentage of the sex workers' earnings.

Selling our oral hole is just a means for us to survive, it's not like we have a rent and utility bills to pay, so we're not going to make it a full-time job. Our goal is just to earn enough cash to get high. To avoid the hustlers' grip, we keep changing spots and whenever one of them approaches, we simply move to another one.

Then, there are nights clients are scarce and we're clearly not the only independent guys selling their bodies. A lot of our companions actually sell more than their mouths, so there is competition, but I refuse to bottom for money. Jaden accepted once for 60 dollars, but that amount is not worth having something up my ass.

All in all, we manage well, earning more than enough to fulfill our addictions, but not only. We have been able to buy clothes and to feed ourselves to our hearts' content, which is good. After much discussion, we have decided to work almost every night for two or three hours rather than spend a full night twice or thrice a week, and this way, we make sure we will never run out of cash – or drugs for that matter. On the negative side, if I have to remain objective, it hasn't helped our laziness as we spend most of the morning in bed and just hang out at the squat for the rest of the day. On top of that, it also leads us to fall deeper into our addictions, which is definitely not the best.

We hit it off with a few other guys there who have been walking the streets for a long time and given us a lot of advice regarding safety. One is about bending over the driver's window to smell his breath and if it reeks of alcohol, backing off is a safer option. Also, we always make sure to get the cash in advance, then only accept to go inside their car once the notes are inside our underwear. Making things clear from the start is also important and I always announce the rate at the beginning of the discussion – 20 bucks for a simple blowjob, 30 if they want me to swallow their load. Lastly, we have invested in a pepper spray each, and even if I haven't had to use it so far, I wouldn't hesitate to do so if needed.

We also often get the LA LGBT center's visit while we walk the streets. A mobile van with volunteers distributes food, a bit of clothing, but more importantly safe sex kits to the young prostitutes. These include condoms obviously, as well as a leaflet with recommendations and guidelines, reminding us that the center offers assistance to detect STDs and medical help if necessary.

"Are you ready, Jaden?" I call out from my room as I run my fingers through my hair in front of the broken mirror I found a few weeks ago in a trash container.

This is the last touch to my preparation before work, trying to set that freaking mope into a nicer disheveled mess. It's getting far too long now, and I should definitely take some time to visit a homeless shelter that provides free hairdresser services.

"Yeah, waiting for you actually..." he smirks, leaning against the doorframe of my room.

Rolling my eyes, I turn around to face him. Exactly like me, he is wearing nice fitted jeans that hang low on his waist, a black tank top that hugs his fit chest and displays the sexy biceps of his arms, and Converse shoes that we got from a secondhand clothes shop. His blond short stubble mirrors my dark one and we could almost pass off as brothers if it weren't for the color of our hair.

On our way to Santa Monica Boulevard, we decide to make it a quick night today, meaning we'll stop after one client each. The weather has been really nice lately, though never above 70° for now, which suits me perfectly, but the clouds are a bit threatening tonight and we don't want to walk back home under a storm.

"Wait! I need to take a piss!" Jaden grumbles as we pass by an alley.

"Again?" I exclaim but he ignores me and discreetly rushes into the narrow street a bit further to relieve himself. I stay at the end, watching for potential passers-by, and hear a small whimper from my friend. "You okay, Jay?" I call out when I see him bend over, still holding his stick in his hand.

"Yeah..." he replies with a labored voice, as if he was in pain. I watch my friend tuck himself back in and walk to me with a reassuring smile, but I can tell something is off. "It just burns a bit when I piss, nothing serious," he sighs when he notices the disbelief on my face.

"Nothing serious? What if you caught a sickness? Yesterday you said you had a sore throat already! Maybe we should go home..."

"Nah, I'm okay now. It sometimes happens, and we need money anyway! There's only 30 dollars left at home."

"Then let me work alone tonight. I can turn a few tricks while you just watch over."

"I don't want you to do all the work!"

"Still, I think it's better that you don't spread a disease and tomorrow, we'll go to the center to have you detected on STDs, just in case," I reply firmly, then drag him along to our favorite spot.

Jaden looks a bit tired and doesn't protest in the end. While I take care of my first client, he stays at our evening spot and I find him still there, seated in a corner, when I come back barely half an hour later with twenty dollars. Once I have rinsed my mouth from the musky taste, I leave him again with the cash and return to walk nearby.

Time passes slowly, with a few cars slowing down without stopping, and I am close to give up when a huge SUV eventually pulls over. I am expecting the driver's window to roll down, but it's one at the back that does, revealing an elegant man with a dark bearded jaw and a rather stern expression. Damn! The guy must be fucking rich to have his own chauffeur! Leaning against the edge of the window, I try to peek at the driver, but a partition keeps him hidden.

"How much?" the man asks in a deep voice, his dark eyes squinting at me.

"40 for a simple blowjob, 60 if you want me to swallow," I reply. I'm sure he can afford this, so I decide to double the usual rates.

"It's your ass I want, not your mouth."

"My ass is not for sale, sorry," I reply, ready to pull back, but a powerful hand grabs my wrist.

"One grand."

I am trying to move away, but these two little words catch my attention and as my brain slowly processes their meaning, I get lost in the darkness of his brown eyes. Their intensity is mesmerizing for reasons I can't pinpoint. But... Did he say he was ready to pay one thousand dollars to have a taste of my ass? Is he serious? My butthole is clenching in protest already, but my brain is telling it to fuck off because that's a huge amount of money!

Am I ready to do this, though? Am I ready to take another step into decadence and sell a hole that was only ever used once by one of my best friends?

And another motherfucker, Ron, but you don't want to go down that slope now.

My conscience is screaming to run for the hills, but my subconscious is whispering words of encouragement. One fucking thousand bucks! That would keep us off the streets for a while! It's just a one-time thing.

Yes, but it's going to hurt...

True, but I can get over this if I'm given five joints to get high afterwards.

Not a bottom...

One thousand bucks!!

"Three rules," I say with determination, staring into his eyes, and for some reason, I feel like he doesn't like it. "One, I might not be clean down there, but that's your problem, you deal with the shit. Two, I want to see the cash first. Three, I'm not a bottom, so I need reasonable preparation."

"Get in!" he orders, nodding toward the other door while searching inside the breast pocket of his jacket.

I walk around the car and step in, taking a seat beside him. The interior is all made of black leather and I've never seen so much space at the back of a car. Meanwhile, the man has pulled out two rolls of notes, one of which he immediately hands to me. Fuck! This is really happening! This one contains ten 50-dollar notes, and so does the other one, I guess. I slip it inside the pocket of my jeans, and just as I realize the chauffeur has started off, a hand makes contact with my left cheek in a loud smack that produces a very unpleasant heat.

"What the fuck!?" I groan, about to return the favor but the man catches me off-guard as he forcefully pulls on my hair and makes me kneel in front of him, his eyes throwing daggers at me.

Holy shit! What have I gotten myself into!?

"That's for forgetting the most important rule! Number four: Wear a condom!" he barks.

I am so dumbfounded by the uproarious sound of his voice and the scary authority of his stance that words remain stuck in my throat for a while before I can speak again.

"Bareback feels better," I eventually reply, maybe a bit too smugly for his taste, and I almost cower away when I see him tense, but I don't want to show him I'm scared because I'm not. Anyway, he soon gathers his self-control and his features soften a bit.

"How long have you been doing this?" he asks, still gripping my hair tightly.

"It's none of your business," I seethe bitterly.

"Haven't you ever heard about STDs? Don't you know what they are? Protection should be your number one rule," he growls at me, making me shiver.

"What's it to you? I know there're more risks for the bottom than the top anyway, so fuck me already. Let's just get this over with."

I see him tense again but he lets go of my hair, leaving me on the floor, so I cower backward a little and lean against the partition window. The man is staring down at me – or rather glaring at me, I should say – the light brown of his irises turning darker and darker, but he remains utterly silent while he seems to try and calm down.

I don't get where his fuming comes from. I mean, I understand his concern about STDs, but it's no reason for slapping me in the face like he did. What confuses me even more is the way he said it, like... if he's worried about diseases, he just should wear a condom and that's fine with me. After all, he's the one topping, so it's his job to use a rubber before he dips his stick in someone else's ass! However, this is not how I perceived his remark. It sounded as if he was reproaching me with being careless, as if he was concerned about me rather than about himself.

After a good two minutes of intense scowling during which I hold his stare and never avert my eyes, it seems like he begins to loosen up a bit. I don't know what's going on in his head, but as he fumbles with some sort of ring jewel that he rolls around his right ring finger, his nostrils slowly stop flaring, his jaw relaxes, and he eventually reclines against the back of his seat, spreading his legs open.

I'm not a specialist as far as fashion is concerned, but I can tell the dark-gray business suit he wears is a luxurious one, probably very expensive, which is certainly the case for the shiny black dress shoes in front of my knees as well.

Still bearing a very stern expression on his face, the man shrugs out of his jacket that he neatly rests beside him before he unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers. There's no lust in his eyes, only anger I believe, but the huge bulge straining against the front of his boxer briefs says how excited he is. As he frees his erection by lowering his pants and underwear together, I am pleasantly surprised by the care he must take of himself: perfectly trimmed pubes and shaved balls. What scares me a bit is how long and fat his cock is, probably the same size as mine or Joshua's, so I already know how painful it's going to be.

"Suck my balls."

The order comes dryly, full of authority, and I'm close to tell him to fuck off, but now that I am here, I would really like these one thousand bucks, so I sigh and kneel up. Leaning forward, I rest my hands on his thighs and take one of his balls inside my mouth while he holds the head of his rod in his hand.

"Hands behind your back," he grunts, and rolling my eyes, I just comply with his request.

I gently suck on his balls, greatly appreciating that they are shaved. I actually love the smoothness of his skin on my tongue, so I really don't mind the job for now. Besides, he does smell clean! This is a nice change from other men I have blown recently, men who don't always smell great after a full day of work, whose hair gets stuck between my teeth or make me gag when one goes to the back of my tongue.

"Now use your tongue from the base to the frenum," he says, keeping the head between his fingers.

I don't really get it because as far as I know, the most erogenous part is definitely the summit of our member. I still do as he pleases, running the tip of my tongue along the swollen veins of his shaft.

"Look at me."

As I look up and lock eyes with him, I see that lust has finally appeared on his face. His gaze has become fiery, his lips have slightly parted, making them even plumper, and fuck! This is really hot!!

I continue trailing my tongue and my lips along his erection, surprised that he doesn't ask me to swallow him whole, but well, to each their own kinks, and if I judge by the grunts emanating from his throat, he seems to like it.

"Mmm... Can't wait to shove this in your tight little hole..." he whispers through his heavy breathing.

Something clicks in my head right then. That thing I have been licking for a couple of minutes has swollen even more, if that was possible, turning into a very thick log. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little, but my asshole's natural reaction tells me that I don't want this as it keeps clenching harder and harder. Or perhaps it's buried memories trying to resurface.

Whatever it is, it doesn't take me more than a few seconds to make a decision.

I can feel the $500-dollar roll in the pocket of my jeans.

The guy is already losing himself in his bliss, his hooded eyes almost rolling to the back of his head.

He has his junk out while I am still fully dressed.

When the car suddenly pulls to a stop, probably at a traffic light, I don't have an ounce of hesitation. I lunge for the opposite door and dart out.

"Hey!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?"

Have a guess, dumbass!

I don't bother to shut the door, so the wrath in his voice clearly reaches my ears, but I don't care. I cross the boulevard to reach the pavement, amidst honks and shouts from other drivers who were coming from the perpendicular street, and almost missing being run over by a white sedan car. As soon as I hit the other side of the road, I take the opposite direction and race among the crowd, rushing into smaller streets. I keep running until I get close to where Jaden is supposed to wait for me.

I am not completely stupid though, and I'm not surprised to see the black SUV parked two hundred yards away from my friend. That was expected. I don't know how long I have been away now, but I can see Jaden is getting worried, nervously pacing on his spot. I'm not sure both Jaden and I could defeat the man and his chauffeur if we had to fight them, so I need to find a way to warn him.

Hiding in a narrow alley, I try to think of a way to contact him, and that's when a young girl who must be about 12 or 13 years old walks into the alley.

"Hey..." I call her and she takes a step back in fear. "Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you, but I need your help... Would you do me a favor?"

"What sort of favor?" she asks warily, tightening the sides of her cardigan with her arms.

"If I give you five dollars, can you go and pass a message to someone across the street?" I ask softly.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" she huffs back at me.

"Because I can't."

"Show me the money first..."

I pull out the one five-dollar note I have in my pocket and show it to her.

"See the guy over there," I say, pointing out my friend from the darkness of the alley. "The one with dark-blond hair and a black hoodie?" She nods in answer and I slip the note between her fingers. "Please go tell him that: Aaron says to run away, escape through small streets to avoid the SUV, and let's meet at the squat. Will you remember?"

"Of course!" she says, rolling her eyes. "It's not that difficult!"

I can't be sure she'll respect her part of the deal, but I have no other option than to trust her. I don't even want to know what a young teen is doing outside at such a late hour and in such a neighborhood.

In all events, she pulls out of the alley and goes further away to reach a crosswalk to cross the street, then goes backward among all the male prostitutes on the pavement until she joins Jaden. Smart girl doesn't look once in my direction! As soon as Jaden bends over to listen to her though, I see one of the SUV doors open and the chauffeur gets out. Thank goodness, Jaden got the message clear and he immediately picks up the backpack from the ground. I see him briefly peek at the black car before he dashes across the boulevard, thus reaching my side of the road and starts running in the opposite direction.

Well, I don't wait any longer to see if the SUV is going to do a U-turn or not to follow him, and hurry to the end of the alley before I take a right. About two hours later, after crisscrossing the streets that lead to downtown LA and stopping by Miguel's spot to buy a few pills of ecstasy and a chunk of cannabis, I eventually reach our squat. I roam along the area for a few minutes, making sure there're no SUV around, then go back home.

Jaden is already here, still recovering from his own run.

"What the fuck happened, Aaron?" he yells, a bit angry obviously.

However, when I show him the dollar roll and explain what happened, a huge grin displays on his face. It sucks because we might have to find yet another prostitution area in the future if the guy decides to try and find me again, but with five hundred dollars in our possession, we won't have to go for another ten days I guess and the man might have given up by then.

It doesn't matter, we have time to think about this. For now, we'll celebrate with a nice fix to get high!

Published on 16 October 2019

Ron, Ron, Ron... Stealing is bad! And yet, I wonder who that gentleman was... You too? Don't worry, we'll meet him again in the chapter after next.

Now, we've almost reached the end of these chapters titled The City Of... And what comes after Angels, Drugs, Prostitution and Theft? What could be worse than all these? Good question, but that's just the necessary step that will lead Aaron to eventually swallow his pride and accept help, so be ready for a quite intense chapter next week :)