Gay Love In His Eyes Pt 2

I would have to suck a lot of cocks to make money. And this time, a pimp would be taking half of my money.
Part 1
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I arrived home at about 11, surprised at how the time had passed. Ben was up studying, and he got up eagerly.
For an irrational moment, I thought that he would know what I had done. Maybe it would be emblazoned on my forehead in bright accusatory red, like the mark of Cain. Maybe he would smell the stink of sweat and shame and sex on me. Maybe he would read it in my eyes or taste it in my words or just *know*, through some faint but damning form of telepathy.
But he just wanted the money, the money that I had gotten while helping Mr. Browning unload boxes from the supply truck.
I had separated the ninety dollars from the transaction. Thinking of it as a transaction helped me to think about it at all. I had thirty dollars in my left pocket an the other sixty in my right. It had occurred to me on the way home that even if I made thousands of dollars a night, I had to think of ways to spend it without Ben noticing. At least that would be easy.
Other then minimums on student loans and the rent and the utilities, Ben paid very little attention to our financial needs. That’s probably how I had been able to get our ‘discount’ on groceries every week for almost six months without him noticing. Whatever was left over from his college and our living expenses, was given to me to handle. I shopped for clothes and groceries and paid school lunch fees and all of the little things that nipped at our heels. If I was careful, I could use this money.
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