PROLOGUE - The A List
Get laid. Workout four hours a day.. Have a great job – you must make a bucket of cash. And you must always travel to exotic locations, both with work and privately. You’re important and everyone knows it. When something is going down, you never get involved. Your friends are just like you, but in your eyes, are sad, because you only let them hang out with you because you want them to be forever indebted to you. You are up on the latest music, on the “A” list for all clubs and events – and you’re allowed to add to the guest lists. Your chest is plastic, you dick is huge, so you strut the hallways of the bath house showing those glutes , looking for people as attractive as you are for a serious fuck session.
After a serious round of bareback “pnp”, an exclusive gathering of your “a” list friends, head to the “best after hours clubs” club in the city where coke, more “e”, more meth and copious amounts of alcohol are consumed. Shortly after the sun comes up, you walk, squinting at the sun, realizing you had a really good time, but absolutely no recollection of where you were, what you did, who you did, how many you did and how you did them. You’ve lost you jacket, the one that cost three bills at Northbound. But that’s ok – you had a really great time, you just can’t remember it. You reached for you keys – thankful they didn’t get lost with your jacket, the one that cost three bills – the one you bought from Northbound – it’s no bill deal. The lock to the walk-up you bought were still tight from being replaced from the previous ownners.
The lock turned with some resistance, you spill into the front door, finally, into a place you can turn it all off. But then you remember there is a stash of “special k” in the pouch of you new leather ottoman – custom made. What a relief – stoned again. The more you snort, the harder you get, so you’re off to the chat rooms to lure a willing partner for some serious bareback and pnp.
It’s nobody’s business if that’s his choice to do it, it’s his life after all. The piece that he snags online sports a six pack, a nine inch uncut cock, a non-descript “tribal” tattoo on his arm, an two pierced body parts – he’s wearing a jock strap. Both indulge in several lines of Ketamine and fuck well into the afternoon, oblivious about going to work the next day. Finally, when making the mark to cum just one more time, you remind your anonymous fuck buddy that it’s time to go, offering the en suite shower for a quick shower and an anonymous escape.
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