The Mistake
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Friends and even one or two teachers
had taken it on themselves to have him for dinner so that for most of the
week he had his meals taken care of too. Again that added more money for his
own needs and he wasn’t a big doper or drinker so yeah, in some ways he
did have it made.
So with all that why had he done it?
It irked him that he had fallen for that line by Bill but shit, the cash was
enticing. Still, he hadn’t really needed it. His bank account had a
balance and he had good clothes in the closet, so why had he fallen for it?
What had made him eager even to go along with Bill and his scheme?
Leaning against the wall of his
building, staring out blankly he knew the answer. He simply had wanted Bill,
had always wanted him. This was his chance to get in with him, to get tight
so to speak and maybe then he could realize his fantasy. Trouble was that
Bill just wasn’t a nice guy. He knew it but still he had gone for the
deal, putting himself right smack into it. There would be no escape as he
stood there, reliving last night’s whole debacle.
It had started fine, the drinking
and back slapping. In many ways he enjoyed it more than later but now he
felt like he should never have gone out with Bill. But fuck, what was he do
to? He wanted him so badly that he let his dick rule or was it his heart?
After all he was a romantic, or liked to think he was. Now come Monday
he’d be in school hell and he only had himself to blame for it.
The party had gone on and Bill had
kept him well supplied with all he needed. The private little whispers to
loosen his resolve, the constant supply of Vodka shooters. He knew now it
was all part of Bill’s grand scheme to nail him and he let it happen. That
is perhaps what him so upset this morning, he had let it all happen.
The drinking had made him talk more,
and Bill seemed to know exactly what to say to get him going. James still
wasn’t too certain at how it had come about but somehow Bill was talking
about doing guys, about making some extra cash from this old guy who wanted
him and a friend. The way Bill had said it all made it sound like it was
something Bill did often but he knew that wasn’t true now. Bill was as
straight as they
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