Chapter 11.

Get out of my mind.

Perhaps not even Christian himself knew that they had reached an indefinite, imprecise and difficult point.

 Until now everything had been rosy in his life, but the fact that Jackson was taking the photos while he slept was completely terrifying, however, for Jackson it was not that way, since he believed he was admiring the sky in a more human way,

Cristian, in such a short time or practically in almost nothing, was that delight that he had to try, it was the sin he wanted to commit, maybe it was the crime for which he would pay the sentence without regrets, and the way he was caressing his delicate face was a sigh that escaped from within him... ¿why now when he is 30 has he become infatuated with a boy? ¿Was it the way she walked or the way she looked at him? ¿Was it perhaps his screams that heated his ear and made him lose his mind? Because the fact of being a man's first man was enough to drive him crazy.

There was only one thing that stood in the way of his happiness and that was the scum, human garbage and waste of oxygen that Cristian had as a boyfriend… he really was a pain in the ass, he thought he remembered that his name was Fred and his inner voice told him: kill him Jackson, kill him and then Cristian will only love you… should he listen to the voice in his head and do what it ordered ¿or simply trust Cristian's words? 

But ¿would Cristian really leave that man for him? He had to be realistic and put both feet on the ground, probably if he left him it wouldn't be of his own free will and if he did, he would try to escape from him, frustration was practically making his teeth grind with rage, it was too much temptation or he was just very greedy, it was almost dawn, and if Cristian saw him there when he woke up, he would probably reject him, he would run him out of that place, so getting a little closer to the boy's face he planted a kiss on his forehead and then two on his eyes, with a knife he he removed a lock of hair and before leaving, she kissed his abdomen because he couldn't wake up next to the boy or receive preferential treatment like that damn Fred had.

That man who up to that moment did nothing but screw up her life; and it was ironic, because he was supposed to be the one screwing up the lives of others.

So, looking at the sky, he rested one of his arms on the steering wheel of the car and remembered his life before Cristian, he had gone out with countless beautiful women and divas, but up to that moment no intimate encounter with any of them compared to the "precious" sexual encounter he had experienced with Cristian.

Maybe it was true what they said out there, that when a man tries for the first time another man's hole, never goes back to the same track, that it was like some kind of karma or that women really could not satisfy him in the same way anymore... 

Maybe he should try again to get rid of the doubt of whether he had really lost the taste for them or if he had really spent a lot of time in a repressed and dormant sexual frustration... 

There was only one way to know and it was by hiring a prostitute, so putting away the lock of hair and looking at the photos for the last time, he took out his cell phone, put away the digital camera where he had the photos of Cristian and called the only woman who would answer him at this hour to attend to his whims: Maria del Toro, a woman of almost 40 years who had been dedicated to prostitution for more than 20 years, she was an expert in the business and very well known too.

Maria, seeing Jackson's call did not hesitate to answer, because she knew that the man left good tips, in addition to excellent pay. 

He asked her where she was and she told him she was at home, the man simply told her to get ready and so the woman left the door open, as usual she blindfolded herself and sat on the couch with her legs open, her chest exposed and her pussy shaved and freshly lubricated, she had already taken a muscle relaxer for the night's work so taking care of Jackson would be a piece of cake...