Horny Boys Find Gay Love

“I’m not a prostitute,” I told myself as I rounded the corner and began to walk the length of Avenue B, also known as “Boys Avenue”. I was just horny, and I had been told that this was where you go to find guys to have sex with- at a price.
Being on the verge of homelessness, I didn’t have many suitors, and certainly didn’t have the money to pay for sex. So, I devised a plan to work Avenue B, and have some consensual sex with a few strangers who were as hard up as I was. I had no plan to charge any of them, so I wasn’t a prostitute. I was just horny.
Beginning where the short street dead ended, Avenue B looked deserted. I walked uncertainly down the black topped street until I noticed a guy hanging out on a well-lit street corner. I recognized him from my days of living in the city shelter, but I didn’t know his name or much about him. All I really knew was how attractive he was.
He had dark brown hair and soft brown eyes that looked sad and hopeless. He was a large man, with broad shoulders. I only saw him when we were waiting to be processed for a bed for the night. I don’t even know if he stayed the night, or if he was just in line for dinner. He had the look of a man who preferred to beat the shit out of fags like me, so I only stole occasional glances his way. Now, here we both were, and I wondered why he was there, what his motives for being in such a place might be. I just didn’t know if I had the balls to ask him.
As I approached, I saw a look I...