Peter grew up in the ghetto of NYC. His neighborhood was considered one of the worst in the area. It was nothing new for him to be curled up on his couch in the studio apartment he shared with his mother and hear gunshots right outside his window. Or to be walking to school when suddenly he would have to duck into an alley when a car driving by starts sending bullets flying. It is also a pretty common occurrence for him to be released from school early due to bomb threats. Needless to say, it was not the best neighborhood for a growing boy.
Even with all the threats of death though, Peter was happy with his life. He was always being watched over by the people who lived near him. The women who walked the streets at night selling their bodies for cash especially watched out for him. This could probably be because his mother was one of them.
Yup...Peter's mother was a hooker. It was nothing new for him to come home from school and walk in and find his mother with a customer. Many nights he awoke curled up in his bed listening to the grunts and groans coming from across the room.
Peter learned at a young age the story of the birds and the bees. Not that he was allowed to find out first hand. His mother told him flat out when he was old enough to know about sex that if she found out he had given his body to anybody before he turned 18, she would personally kill him.
Why would a whore care so much about this you may ask? Well probably because Peter's mother Melissa lost her virginity to a man twice her age in the back of a pickup when she was 18. 9 months later, Peter came along. Now Melissa had decided when she lost her virginity that she was going to make her job on her back. But when Peter was born, that put a crimp in her plans. So she went down, got fixed and all was well.
Melissa may be a whore but if you watch her watching her son sometime, you can see the love she feels for him. Peter took after his invisible father in looks. He topped out at 5'10", 150lbs when he hit 16. 9inch cock, pure black hair and turquoise blue eyes. Melissa joked with her favorite customer Ron one night that if he wasn't her son she would screw him in an instant. He was her son though so in her eyes that made him off limits.
Peter also learned shortly after he turned 18 that he was different. He never thought anything of it when his friends at school were pairing off with girls but he stayed single. He never went to any of the dances or any other event where couples were required. He did however think about it when he came home from school to once again catch his mother engaged in sexual intercourse.
He was about to turn back around and leave like he always did, but suddenly something caught out of the corner of his eye. His mother was on top of the man with her face towards his feet. She had leaned back so her hands were resting on his chest, giving Peter a good view of his cock sliding into her pussy.
Peter had seen his mother's pussy numerous times over the years and didn't think about it much. What drew his eyes was the cock sliding into her. It was huge. He couldn't tell how long it was but it was thick. Peter's mouth watered as he watched it slide in and out of his mother. What surprised him the most was the fact that his cock was getting hard in his jeans. He suppressed a gasp as they rolled over and he got a very nice view of the guy's ass. Peter's cock pressed hard against his jeans as he watched the man tighten and loosen his ass muscles.
Peter ran out of the house, sitting on the front stoop like he always did when his mother was working and willed his body to cool down. When the man came down the steps a bit later, Peter kept his eyes from the man's body until he had started walking away. Then Peter lifted his eyes to see the butt he had drooled over, encased in tight jeans. His cock jumped again as he watched the man walk away.
Peter was pulled out of a deep sleep later that night by groans coming from the other side of the room. Now normally he would just roll over and go back to sleep but after the scene he saw today and his reaction to it, he wanted to see if it was just that guy who turned him on.
He grabbed the flashlight he used at night when he went to the bathroom and flipped it on. He kept it low so it wouldn't bother the thrusting couple across the room but high enough that he could get a good look at the man. He was an older gentleman. He didn't think he had ever seen him before.
He moved the light down over the man's body and felt his cock jump. When he moved it down over the man's butt as he thrust into his mother, his cock got rock hard. Peter moved just a bit to flash the light between the man's legs and had to suppress a moan.
He quickly turned off the light and lay back down when their breathing got more erratic and he heard his mother scream in pleasure. As he rolled over to face the back of the couch, he realized why he never looked at another woman. He was gay.
Peter spent the next year secretly watching his mother and her customers. He would watch as long as he could then either leave the apartment or roll over pretending to be asleep. It was shortly after he turned 19 that he decided he should tell his mother that not only had he been watching her have sex over the past year, but also that he was gay. He had planned to tell her tonight at dinner. They had a standing tradition of one day a week; they spent the day and evening together. They would go to the mall or to the movies then have dinner out. The plans got changed today when one of mom's old customers came back to town just for the day and wanted to catch up. Peter was disappointed but he just left them to each other.
Peter was sitting on a park bench about a block from his house when he saw the car. It was a black Mercedes. Now in this neighborhood you would think you wouldn't see cars like this. However Peter had seen them his whole life. The guys in these cars were here for one thing. Pussy. They would drive slowly down the street, checking out the hookers, turn the corner then come back and pull up in front of one. The girl would get in and the car would leave coming back later to drop the girl off.
Peter didn't think anything of it when the car slowly moved down the street. He did think it was kind of odd though when the car circled the block but three times to finally stop in front of him. The passenger window rolled down and a voice called from him. "Hey kid, you working?"
Peter looked up in surprise. "What?" he walked over to the car leaning on the passenger window. "Oh...I'm not a hooker." He said looking at an older gentleman with salt a pepper hair dressed casually in blue jeans, a t-shirt and cowboy boots. Peter felt his cock jump in his jeans when the man's green eyes met his.
The man looked embarrassed. "Oh I'm sorry, I saw you sitting there and assumed..."
Peter smiled. "It's okay. I live around here. Um...If you're looking for male prostitutes we don't have any anymore. Mike moved to Florida about 6 months ago."
The man's slender fingers curled around the steering wheel. "Damn. My buddy told me this was the place to find some good flesh."
Peter didn't know where the idea came from but suddenly the words left his mouth. "How much are you willing to pay?"
The man looked t him in surprise. Then a smile crossed his lips. "$500.00 for the whole shebang."
Peter's heart thudded in his chest. $500.00? He had never seen that much money in his life. He licked his suddenly dry lips. "I'll sleep with you if you want."
The man looked him over. "How old are you?"
