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black when I got in with Scott dead to the world. His covers were kicked off, and one of his legs was dangling off the side of the bed again. Careful not to wake him, I set my backpack against the closet door. My bladder was bursting with appletinis. After I drained my dick, I went straight to bed.
    That night something startled me out of my drunken slumber, and it wasn’t the sound of steel being hauled—to which I had grown accustomed, having been able to adapt to the New York noises. I looked at Scott, asleep in his bunk. Without my glasses, he was but a blur. I grabbed them off the cover of a collected book of James Schuyler. Scott was at it again, tugging at his dick. I relaxed back into bed, hand under my cotton tint as I watched. He grunted lustfully across from me, letting loose a breathy sigh when he came. Through squinted eyes, I watched him climb out of his bunk. He unfurled some towels from the kitchen to wipe up his mess. Scott had quite the porno dick for a nerdy boy. Mine throbbed so under my comforter, I could have come without touching it. He discarded the stained paper towels and went back to bed. I turned away from him and tried to think of something other than his jack-off session. That next morning, he said nothing; not a word was uttered about the night before.
    “So how did the trip to your mom’s go yestaday?
    “Not so good,” he said. “She’s actually worse off than I thought. When I got there, the place looked like a landfill. I spent half the day cleaning up. I asked her where Joe was and all she could tell me was that he was working, when I know he hasn’t worked a legit job in months other than slinging dope.”
    Scott made my dick ache as he walked the floor half naked. All that skin, the alabaster muscles.
    “So were you able to get her the medicine she needed?”
    “I told her I would take care of her prescriptions for now on.”
    “It’ll work itself out. You jus’ gotta take it one day at a time.”
    “Yeah, I guess. So what do you have planned today?”
    “I gotta find a job.goin’ broke. I thought my financial aid would have come through by now, but nothin’. I checked with them Wednesday and they said it will probably be another three weeks.”
    “You want me to lend you a couple of bucks to tide you over?”
    “No, I’m good.”
    “C’mon,” he said, fishing two twenties out of his wallet. “Here.”
    “Scott, I can’t, man, really.”
    “I insist.”
    I took the cash reluctantly.
    “I’ll pay you back as soon as I get some money.”
    “You seem like you’re good for it.”
    He went into the bathroom to shower.
    The door was slightly ajar. I stared at the blur of his body through the sheer of the shower curtain, at the curve of his ass, his dick dripping with lather. I wanted to stay, but I needed to go job hunting. Though his dick was the only job I wanted.
    I spent the day applying anywhere with a Help Wanted sign in the window. All I could think about was Scott. So much so that I wrote his name on an application by mistake. By late afternoon, it was time to cruise. The security guard who usually gave me shit wasn’t on duty; instead, a fat gospel-singing woman with hoop earrings and a weave down to her ass let me pass into the building.
    The bathroom reeked of pee. Most stalls were occupied except for the shitter at the end, the one with the larger glory holes. I glanced in at the cruiser next to me, studied what he was so frantically working between him. It was long and cut with a perfect set of balls. It was the dirty blond punk I sucked off a week before. I signaled him to stick it through. The belt from his shorts skimmed along the floor. I sucked him hard and steady. My muscles burned in my bent position, but the pain was worth it. The scent of musky crotch hair filled me. Spit trickled down his balls. I imagined it was