Lured, Captured, Consequences

Lured.

‘Do you want to try it?’ Len asked.

Alex was fifteen. Of course he did.

It tasted like fruit-flavoured cleaning fluid. He swallowed it quickly.

The warmth rose up to his brain and down to his dick.

Captured.

Fear left at once, but sanity needed more and it bided its time.

Len did not wait. He reached for Alex. ‘Do you want to try it?’ he asked.

Of course he didn’t. But addiction spoke for him.

Consequences.

Afterwards, a dreadful taste in the mouth, fear returned and brought panic as a companion.

Fifty years the fear, panic and the search for release lasted.

Len had long moved on to Andrew then Sean then James then Thomas and more.

One drink, a lifelong hangover.