What Now
The deep bass throb of gangster rap as well as bright light washed over me as the boy that had moments earlier climbed from atop me swaggered from the room. As the door closed behind him muffling but not quite stifling the sounds of joviality and music my room was once more one of deep shadows and near silence. For a moment I maintained the position in which the boy had left me as together my breathing and the rapid thumping of my heart slowed. Then slowly my knees gave way and I sank face down onto the rumpled cum dampened sheet.
Slowly rolling onto my side and then onto my back a soft sigh, one more of contentment then of tiredness, issued from my cum coated lips. Aided by the thin sliver of light coming from beneath the closed door my eyes flitted about the filthy room. A room which over the past several months had become more of a home to me then my own had. In fact the room was so familiar to me that I not only knew where every discarded beer and whisky bottle was, but also where every half eaten piece of chicken and other assorted pieces of food had been careless tossed.
Absently I wondered how long I had been here and if it was dark out yet. Time has a way of going by exceedingly slow when one is in near darkness, especially when your alone. At other times though, times like when one or another of the boys had rutted atop me time had flown by all to quickly. For a fleeting moment I thought about turning on at least one of the three huge photographer lamps that had been pushed over near the painted over window. But then I thought why bother, after all that much light wasn’t needed.
Hours earlier though all three had shown brightly. Beneath their glare it had been as if I were lying beneath a tropical noon day sun. All hint of shadow or darkness had been obliterated thus making the squaller of the room as well as the lumpy smelly mattress upon which I lay stand out all the more starkly. But that was then and this was now.
