Chapter 58

“Henri,” the boy said with a smile. The misery lifted to be replaced with something warm for a moment. Henri was the name Sam used when working and the boy went by Maurice to protect his identity. He strode to where his boy stood, took his face in his hands, and kissed him. Hard. The boy moaned into his mouth and clung to his shoulders. Given the disparity in their sizes he sometimes worried about hurting him, but Maurice never complained. The kiss became bruising, and as usual, Sam was as hard as iron in moments. He could never really fathom the effect the boy had on him, but he liked it. He was the only client that made him so hard so fast. The only client he ached to be with. As he was visiting the brothel three times a week, he was with him a lot. Sam dragged his mouth away, but held the boy’s face in his hands. “Maurice, my beautiful Maurice.”