Cruising by Shane Allison

Author:Shane Allison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2012-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

That was how it started. With Jonah following me home, walking along beside me, casting furtive glances down at the straining seam of my fly. After all the cocks he’d sucked in the bookstore, he was still hungry for more.

We passed an all-night doughnut shop on the way. I turned to him and smiled. “Hungry, kid?”

I meant it as a joke, but he took it literally. “No,” he said, with an impatient little shake of his head and another hard look at my basket.

“But I wanna get some coffee. Come on.”

The place was deserted except for a few derelicts and a table of rowdy frat boys at the back. I ordered a cup of coffee from the tired-looking waitress, and for Jonah, a long, thick éclair stuffed with cream.

“But I told you I’m not hungry,” he pouted.

“Open your mouth.”

That was an order he could understand. He parted his lips and flattened his tongue—automatically, without question. Jonah was the original boy who couldn’t say no. Self-trained to suck on cue. While the derelicts snoozed and the waitress raised her painted eyebrows, and the frat boys giggled and muttered faggot and queer, I slowly fed the éclair into Jonah’s waiting, open mouth—playing with him, making him keep it open while I stuffed it in and then withdrew it an inch or two, smearing his lips with a sweet white glaze, watching his Adam’s apple bob and his face blush flaming red, watching the saliva leak from the corners of his straining mouth and trickle down his chin.

I stuffed the last of it down his throat. He swallowed hard, wiped his mouth and gave me a look of pure hatred. The frat boys were staring at him, sniggering in low drunken voices. From the look on his face I thought he might start crying.

“Come on,” I said. “I got something better to feed you at my place.”

I got up and pitched a quarter on the counter, turned and headed for the door. Jonah stayed where he was, glaring at me. I hit the sidewalk and started walking, fast, not waiting for him.

I reached the end of the block and rounded a corner, wondering if I had lost him but refusing to look back. I just kept walking. Then I heard the sound of hard breathing and tennis shoes slapping the sidewalk behind me, and smiled. Jonah was running to catch up.

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