A Hooker for Ryan

[BarebackRegrets]

"Jack, come on man, what the fuck?" Ryan steadied himself against the low wall, the warm Miami air making him queasy. He'd lost track of the shots after the fifth round, and he and his buddies had been at it all day. Most of them had trailed off, some in bed back at the hotel no doubt, others partying elsewhere. Ryan and Jack had just been kicked out of a club. Ryan couldn't remember why. His 21st birthday weekend had been great so far, but Jack was starting to piss him off. He could see his buddy in the distance, talking to a woman. "Jack man, come on..."

Ryan thumbed through his phone, trying to text his girlfriend back home in Boston, but he stumbled across one of his selfies instead:

Jack wandered back to Ryan, laughing as his buddy swayed against the wall. "Ryan man, got a present for you!" Ryan blinked, trying to make out Jack's face.

"What is it?" Ryan asked.

"A hooker man, come on..."

Ryan stood and followed Jack, his buddy laughing that annoying laugh he had when he was drunk. "A what? A hooker?" Jack presented the woman to Ryan. She looked him up and down and smiled. "He'll do," she joked, a raspy, hoarse voice, like she smoked 80 cigarettes a day. Ryan could just make her out in his drunken haze. She was older, but not bad. He hadn't realized how horny he was until Jack had mentioned the word 'hooker'. Before he knew it, she was checking into a motel down the street for an hour. She opened the door to the room, the stench was overwhelming - sex and cigarettes. She played with his muscles through his shirt as he closed the door behind them...

TO BE CONTINUED