CHAPTER ONE ~ I Need Money.

Nick's POV

“Oh fuck yes” I groan out loud as the big man on the screen shoves his hard dick into the slutty bottom beneath him.

What I would give to be fucked like that. Ever since that bitch, Nancy caught me with Jason who was supposed to fuck me the last time, resulting in my parents throwing out, I've been stuck with just my hand.

I think I'll die if I don't get dick soon.

“Hmmm” I whimpered out loud as I grip my leaking dick in my hand, stroking from base to tip.

It's a good thing I’m in the basement and no one comes here except Ashur.

I spit onto my hand and wrap my hand around the pink tip and I'm graced with more precum.

The man on the screen now has his bottom on all fours and I find myself aching off the bed.

My hand starts moving faster as I jerk myself harder towards the edge.

“mhh.. fuck… please” I whimper out, pleading to whoever might be listening.

My asshole clench as spurts after spurt of cum sprays my abs and chest.

I shut off my phone as I calm down from the high of orgasm.

I pick up a piece of wipes from the bedside table and I clean myself up.

I don't bother standing from the bed. I was succumbing to sleep when my phone suddenly lit up with a notification.

I picked it up and it’s an email notification for my funding application.

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From: Harvard university of Tech

To: Mr Nicholas Vega

Subject: Funding

We have reviewed your application for the Harvard Student Assistance Program and regret to inform you, you do not meet the requirements for a student loan at this time because of the following reasons…

~ Net annual family income exceeds our threshold of $200,000…

I throw the phone against the wall, not bothering to read the mail to the end.

“Motherfucking fucker!”

Perfect. This was just fucking perfect.

Maybe I should just drop out of school. What's the point anyways..

I didn’t ask to be born into one of the top ten wealthiest families in the province, nor did I ask to come flying into this world, waving a rainbow flag.

And I certainly didn’t ask for two conservative parents who were appalled by any sex that didn’t involve a man and a woman in strictly the missionary position.

Realizing that I just made a big mistake by throwing my phone against the wall since I'm not a spoiled kid anymore, I rush to pick it up.

Thank God the screen didn't break.

Christ, my parents probably had a sex calendar in their bedroom that outlined their sex schedule. Tuesdays and Thursdays at ten fifteen sharp. Ten minutes of lackluster foreplay, no more no less, ending with two moderate orgasms.

Eww… Why am I thinking about my parents having sex?!

I shuddered and flopped back onto the hideaway bed I’d been sleeping on over the past two months. The mattress was lumpy, thin, and covered in questionable stains I preferred not to think about.

It was one of three pieces of furniture my best friend, Ashur's, parents had offered me when I’d temporarily moved into their basement.

The wooden framed desk in the corner reminded me of the ones my teachers all had in elementary school. It was bulky and practical but horrifyingly ugly.

A dresser held the few outfits I’d managed to pull together during my allotted, “You have ten minutes to clean out your belongings!” which had immediately followed my glowing and exuberant, “I’m gay!” announcement.

My biggest fucking mistake.

I tugged my phone from my pocket, the one piece of my old life that I still owned that hadn’t been confiscated by my parents, and texted my stepbrother.

I held my breath each time I used the device, waiting for the day Dad remembered to remove me from the family phone plan.

Nick: Will you rob a bank with me?

Noah: LOL. Are you tired of being an adult already?

I’d spent a month after being kicked out of the house looking for anyone who would hire me. It was a desperate venture.

Finally, I’d secured part-time work at the local gas station, working for minimum wage three to four nights a week after school.

Every cent I earned went to food, basic hygiene stuff and the rent I was paying Ashur's parents.

Noah: If you weren't such a slut, Nancy wouldn't have caught you with Jason and you wouldn't have had to come out to our parents. You know how much of a dick your dad can be.

Why did I have to cave and offer to suck Jason's dick? And in the game room of all places. Noah was right. I was such a slut. If I could turn back time, I’d have locked the door.

No, not that. If I could turn back time, I’d have suggested going to my bedroom where there was a smidgen more privacy. Jason wasn’t even worth losing everything. Besides, the minute we got caught, he’d tucked tail and run without looking back.

Coward.

Nick: Why do I have to be gay?

But God I loved dick. It was hard to wish something like that away.

I need money and I need to get out of this house.