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The frail, skinny boy who sat sleepy-eyed on the bed before me gingerly pulled the hem of his bright orange top an inch or so lower to cover the lean, white meat of his belly. His long, shaven legs dangled in opposite directions off the foot of the bed. He wore striped knee socks, navy blue and red, one or two bare toes peeking through the fabric. There were holes in his panties, as well, which were stretched thinly over his frail pelvic bone to the point of tearing. They must have been second generation hand me downs. Dingy and yellow for the most part with even darker stains of the same color where his semen had collected. His clothes stank from use. A smell he attempted to hide with a generous dose of sprayed on freshness. He appeared to be around twenty-two or three, with wisps of red streaking the coal black of his short, feral mop of hair. I knew this wasn't his natural color. Even though he was shaven from chest to foot, not too delicately by the way, he was a mass of freckles. The only jewelry he allowed himself were a pair of large, clangy bracelets that he wore on his left wrist. Every now and then, as I prepared myself for the encounter, I could hear their music as he absently brushed an itchy upper lip with his finger. I finally had wiped away enough of the day's grit from my body using a well-worn wash cloth to feel comfortable to join his lethargic frame on the cheap, rented mattress. Chalk it up to my ego, I guess. No matter how low a skank on the totem pole of love I bed down with I always want them to have me at my best. Besides the money, which sadly for him wasn't much, I wanted this ruined whore of a man to sing my praises as he slithered away with my paper. I wanted to give this borrowed cum wipe as much sensual passion and ecstasy as I was surely about to take from him. Ah, yes. The lonely John. We all want to be that "Special One". The John they will always remember fondly even as they're freezing on street corners, selling their spoiled meat to whoever will pay for it. Horrors of the day feeding the terror-filled nights. He popped his gum loudly and coughed as I laid down next to him.
I kissed his shoulders first and slowly lifted his top to play with his nipples. His skin was smooth and a tiny bit oily. Huge splotches of freckles, some trailing off to form new clusters, mottled his body as if by some fevered cartographer mapping long forgotten lands. He tasted like bologna almost. His hair hadn't been washed in a few weeks and smelled of stale sweat, as did his stubbly arm pits which I licked and nuzzled. nibbling them like small, clitless pussies. He winced with some degree of annoyance at my love bites. I was slowly becoming hard. He faintly brushed my cock with the back of his hand and held his head at an awkward angle, keeping his face turned slightly towards the ceiling and away from mine. Intimacy, after all, was not tolerated in his line of work unless paid extra for. He rubbed his itching nose with his left index finger while cupping and squeezing my balls in his right hand. Thick gobs of precum began trickling from my pee hole and I could feel my nuts begin to move on their own, that sweet, kissing dance inside the sack. I straddled his body and quickly turned around to face his feet. Before he could utter a word I plunged my throbbing pecker deep into his mouth. His tiny, red-painted lips pursing around my shaft. I grabbed one of his ankles and then the other, bringing his feet together, sole to sole. Sliding his socks off with one hand was challenging, especially while fucking his tight, gurgling mouth as if it were an asshole. I humped hard against his face, my big, bloated balls bouncing and jiggling over the bridge of his nose, sometimes even covering either or both eyes in their abandon. The feeling of his lashes as they batted against the wrinkled, swollen flesh of my nuts was exquisite. I jammed all five digits of his right foot into my mouth simultaneously, sucking them hard like tangy g****s. For a tall and slender young waif his toes were fat, little nubs. Their stoutness and girth were charming to me. I even enjoyed swallowing the chewy bits that had managed to accumulate between them, due in no small part to my "Flower's" apparent disdain for washing. As I licked away at the cracked, crusty soles of my concubine the degree of my lover's dislike for soap and water became even more obvious as his own hunger and lust entered the fray.
As I power-fucked into his slimy mouth and fed my belly his toe jam, he reached down and pulled aside his tattered panties to allow his burning penis some air. It was a thin cock and only mildly impressive. Puny and scrawny, like it's host, topped off by a slightly squarish head sealed inside the slightly puckered lips of his foreskin. Not as pale as the rest of him thanks to the healthy, reddish tint his arousal provided it. Maybe 5" in length, but curving upwards at a 45 degree angle. The more it bulked up the tighter his foreskin became till it looked as if the urethra itself was spying the world through a peephole. He did have some very big balls, though. Large and egg-shaped, quite hairy, too. I wanted to sink my teeth into them and as I lowered my face to suckle those sweet plums I couldn't believe the raunch that flooded my nostrils. My head was still a good foot and a half over from his gonads and yet I could already smell his ass. Very strong and bitter. A pungent blend of sweat, semen, and unkempt bung. The foulness of which almost turned me off. I went back to licking his feet while staring at the dick squirming between his legs. Those lovely, cum-heavy balls gently rolling and kissing each other within their sack, covered in a thick pelt of reddish hairs. By now my pistoning throbber had impaled his sloppy, drooling slit of a mouth for so long that his tongue all but gave up any attempt to persuade the depth or movement of my thrusts and resigned to simply remain motionless, pressed firmly against the fat underside of my shaft. I couldn't resist knowing the taste of those testicles and I wanted desperately to find out if big balls equaled big cum regardless the size of the willy. I bit the bullet and lowered my head towards his crotch.
I had to stop a few times on the way down, but after giving myself ample time to acclimate to the smell, I finally rested my open mouth on top of his quivering ball sack. My tongue gently pressed into the divide and I licked one fat, hairy ball then the other, covering each with a thick coat of spittle. I grunted from the heady rush of excitement it brought to me. Being this dirty, this feral. I felt his curved little cock stroking the side of my neck, leaving little trails of moist precum as it writhed against my skin. I held it's slender base between my fingers and slowly fed his manhood into my warm, wet mouth. He gasped around my cock, his throat still full. I rubbed and massaged his bloated nuts, twirling the fine hairs as I did so. He whimpered slightly and his spit felt boiling hot on my cock. I continued drilling his mouth with long, steady strokes. A thick gob of his precum splashed my tongue and a spasm shot through his tender frame. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly to his body then he placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks and pulled me even deeper between his gaping lips. Water came to my eyes as I realized I was accomplishing what I had always wanted. To be that "Special John", the one he'll never forget. I cupped the tops of his thighs and squeezed them as my head bobbed up and down like an oil derrick, keeping perfect pace with my hips. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming at that point, my balls were screaming to release, but I wanted to continue making love to him.
Finally, I withdrew my tightly-wedged cock from the base of his throat, huge rivers of spit ran down his cheeks as I pried the meat free, his gaping mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I grabbed his bony hips and flipped him over. I quickly bit open the condom pack my host had provided for me (one of his Golden Rules - my angel is no dummy) and rolled the sleeve down over my molten cock flesh. Rather than pulling his torn panties down I stuck a thumb into one of the holes already present and, by looping two more fingers inside, proceeded to widen the existing tear enough for me to slip my cock through. I applied a massive amount of jelly to my protected schlong and then pushed the waistband of his undergarment as far up his body as possible, giving my Prince Charming one hell of a wedgie. I had made quite a generous hole in the underwear and used the gap to locate his tightly-puckered brown eye through the fabric, and yes, in his case "Brown" eye fit the bill. I was well past caring about such trivialities. So what if his shitter stank of excrement? I wanted it! After aligning his bung with the rip I'd made I fed the tip of my shaft inside the tear. I felt the softness of the material brushing against me through the condom. It was miraculous. The anticipation more intense than any I'd felt before. When the head of my cock kissed solid flesh I nearly cried out for joy. I squeezed the swollen tip inside him, as his bung opened around my probing shaft more of his rank entered my nostrils. This time the scent filled my loins with heat and an aching desire to penetrate the hole of my lover. To kiss the coils of his flesh with my penis. To fuck straight into his beautiful soul. He reared his head up and snarled as I sank my cock all the way in his ass. I cupped my hand to the side of his head and finger fucked the mouth I had so recently plundered, fresh spittle leaked from his lips wetting them down to my palm. He bit ever so lightly on them as the pace of my hips quickened, even playfully sucking on a knuckle or two. I felt his rectum vibrating with each thrust, his musky, wet bung clenching my cock at the end of every deep stroke. I wanted into my honey so bad I grabbed my low-hanging balls and tucked them between his thigh and scrotum just to feel that much closer to him. His slender ass cheeks had a surprising amount of fullness to them. My rail-thin cutie has a bubble. Sweet!
Between the scent and heat of his arousal filling my head with lucid dreams and the aching hunger between my legs demanding satisfaction I pushed my lover's face into the pillow while keeping his hips high, allowing me to rest the full weight of my body on his back. I kissed his left shoulder blade as my lower body went into overdrive. Soon I was jackhammering his boi cunt like a madman, gripping his thighs, rubbing my face all over his back, sipping the copious sweat beads off his smooth, pale skin, the perspiration now almost a thick lather from the friction of our bodies. Lights flickered behind my eyes and everywhere I looked I saw only bright spots taunting my gaze. I came hard and in great volume. Each surge of cum that passed through the mouth of my cock gave me the feeling of falling or of a sudden stop in an elevator. I felt his cavity grip and suck at my throbbing meat. I was breathing great gulps of air, the side of his neck cradling my chin while he moaned aloud and slowly swayed his hip back and forth as I filled the condom. We kissed for a good while, my pecker still locked inside his bung, when suddenly I felt his lips tense and he said "Damn!" aloud with some manner of concern, my mouth still partly covering his. I asked what was wrong and he pointedly told me to pull my cock out of his ass "Now, Goddammit!". Stunned, I did as he told me and to my shock I found the condom looked almost completely shredded. Not only was the tip gone and all my cum with it, but his funk was thick on my cock. It appeared as if the rubber had disintegrated or possibly exploded. "Cheap rubbers, dear?" I quipped. He was not amused. He shot a ferocious look of anger my way as he stormed into the bathroom to retrieve whatever pieces of the condom he could from his (unintentionally) cum-filled ass. I knocked at the door for several minutes offering what apologies I could as he fished his hole for latex, hurling at me an interesting combination of curse words as he did so. Finally the bathroom door opened and no longer was his anger apparent. No, it had been replaced with a sneering grin and cold, mocking eyes. "Look, stud", he said. "You're gonna pay me back for this. You are my new protege." I was dumbstruck, but before I could utter a word he continued. "I'm gonna teach you how to be the whore you were meant to be. You'll freeze along side my friends and I on every street corner of this city, trolling your ass for money, looking every stinking, degenerate loser square in the eye and hope THEY like what they see!" I almost laughed at this obvious, if odd, attempt at levity. His eyes narrowed at me. "Your first lesson is how to clean an asshole of cum." I was astonished. This made no sense at all. He turned his skinny, freckled butt towards me and told me to get on my knees. I only did so to see where the joke in all this lay. He opened his cheeks and I caught the familiar odor of his musk as it flooded my nostrils, causing my head to swim with desire. "This is so ridiculous, you know that?", I muttered as my face pressed forward to his still-sweaty crack. "You're my bitch now", he whispered. "I have a decent job and a life of my own. No way in hell would I suffer to do your bidding.", I stammered. His softly-puckered asshole, mere inches from my drooling lips, fluttered slightly then bloomed like a flower, the swirling, wrinkled flesh drawing me into it, becoming the sky above and the ground below in one fell swoop. I felt my heart sink as a long trickle of my cum leaked through the tender folds of his butt ring, running down his inner crack like a tear. I closed my eyes and obediently stuck out my tongue to catch the drop then proceeded to lick up and down the length of his crack before pursing my lips against his anus. I sucked the seed back into my body knowing that from then on the taste of cum, cock, and ass would be my only means of survival.
I kissed his shoulders first and slowly lifted his top to play with his nipples. His skin was smooth and a tiny bit oily. Huge splotches of freckles, some trailing off to form new clusters, mottled his body as if by some fevered cartographer mapping long forgotten lands. He tasted like bologna almost. His hair hadn't been washed in a few weeks and smelled of stale sweat, as did his stubbly arm pits which I licked and nuzzled. nibbling them like small, clitless pussies. He winced with some degree of annoyance at my love bites. I was slowly becoming hard. He faintly brushed my cock with the back of his hand and held his head at an awkward angle, keeping his face turned slightly towards the ceiling and away from mine. Intimacy, after all, was not tolerated in his line of work unless paid extra for. He rubbed his itching nose with his left index finger while cupping and squeezing my balls in his right hand. Thick gobs of precum began trickling from my pee hole and I could feel my nuts begin to move on their own, that sweet, kissing dance inside the sack. I straddled his body and quickly turned around to face his feet. Before he could utter a word I plunged my throbbing pecker deep into his mouth. His tiny, red-painted lips pursing around my shaft. I grabbed one of his ankles and then the other, bringing his feet together, sole to sole. Sliding his socks off with one hand was challenging, especially while fucking his tight, gurgling mouth as if it were an asshole. I humped hard against his face, my big, bloated balls bouncing and jiggling over the bridge of his nose, sometimes even covering either or both eyes in their abandon. The feeling of his lashes as they batted against the wrinkled, swollen flesh of my nuts was exquisite. I jammed all five digits of his right foot into my mouth simultaneously, sucking them hard like tangy g****s. For a tall and slender young waif his toes were fat, little nubs. Their stoutness and girth were charming to me. I even enjoyed swallowing the chewy bits that had managed to accumulate between them, due in no small part to my "Flower's" apparent disdain for washing. As I licked away at the cracked, crusty soles of my concubine the degree of my lover's dislike for soap and water became even more obvious as his own hunger and lust entered the fray.
As I power-fucked into his slimy mouth and fed my belly his toe jam, he reached down and pulled aside his tattered panties to allow his burning penis some air. It was a thin cock and only mildly impressive. Puny and scrawny, like it's host, topped off by a slightly squarish head sealed inside the slightly puckered lips of his foreskin. Not as pale as the rest of him thanks to the healthy, reddish tint his arousal provided it. Maybe 5" in length, but curving upwards at a 45 degree angle. The more it bulked up the tighter his foreskin became till it looked as if the urethra itself was spying the world through a peephole. He did have some very big balls, though. Large and egg-shaped, quite hairy, too. I wanted to sink my teeth into them and as I lowered my face to suckle those sweet plums I couldn't believe the raunch that flooded my nostrils. My head was still a good foot and a half over from his gonads and yet I could already smell his ass. Very strong and bitter. A pungent blend of sweat, semen, and unkempt bung. The foulness of which almost turned me off. I went back to licking his feet while staring at the dick squirming between his legs. Those lovely, cum-heavy balls gently rolling and kissing each other within their sack, covered in a thick pelt of reddish hairs. By now my pistoning throbber had impaled his sloppy, drooling slit of a mouth for so long that his tongue all but gave up any attempt to persuade the depth or movement of my thrusts and resigned to simply remain motionless, pressed firmly against the fat underside of my shaft. I couldn't resist knowing the taste of those testicles and I wanted desperately to find out if big balls equaled big cum regardless the size of the willy. I bit the bullet and lowered my head towards his crotch.
I had to stop a few times on the way down, but after giving myself ample time to acclimate to the smell, I finally rested my open mouth on top of his quivering ball sack. My tongue gently pressed into the divide and I licked one fat, hairy ball then the other, covering each with a thick coat of spittle. I grunted from the heady rush of excitement it brought to me. Being this dirty, this feral. I felt his curved little cock stroking the side of my neck, leaving little trails of moist precum as it writhed against my skin. I held it's slender base between my fingers and slowly fed his manhood into my warm, wet mouth. He gasped around my cock, his throat still full. I rubbed and massaged his bloated nuts, twirling the fine hairs as I did so. He whimpered slightly and his spit felt boiling hot on my cock. I continued drilling his mouth with long, steady strokes. A thick gob of his precum splashed my tongue and a spasm shot through his tender frame. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly to his body then he placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks and pulled me even deeper between his gaping lips. Water came to my eyes as I realized I was accomplishing what I had always wanted. To be that "Special John", the one he'll never forget. I cupped the tops of his thighs and squeezed them as my head bobbed up and down like an oil derrick, keeping perfect pace with my hips. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming at that point, my balls were screaming to release, but I wanted to continue making love to him.
Finally, I withdrew my tightly-wedged cock from the base of his throat, huge rivers of spit ran down his cheeks as I pried the meat free, his gaping mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I grabbed his bony hips and flipped him over. I quickly bit open the condom pack my host had provided for me (one of his Golden Rules - my angel is no dummy) and rolled the sleeve down over my molten cock flesh. Rather than pulling his torn panties down I stuck a thumb into one of the holes already present and, by looping two more fingers inside, proceeded to widen the existing tear enough for me to slip my cock through. I applied a massive amount of jelly to my protected schlong and then pushed the waistband of his undergarment as far up his body as possible, giving my Prince Charming one hell of a wedgie. I had made quite a generous hole in the underwear and used the gap to locate his tightly-puckered brown eye through the fabric, and yes, in his case "Brown" eye fit the bill. I was well past caring about such trivialities. So what if his shitter stank of excrement? I wanted it! After aligning his bung with the rip I'd made I fed the tip of my shaft inside the tear. I felt the softness of the material brushing against me through the condom. It was miraculous. The anticipation more intense than any I'd felt before. When the head of my cock kissed solid flesh I nearly cried out for joy. I squeezed the swollen tip inside him, as his bung opened around my probing shaft more of his rank entered my nostrils. This time the scent filled my loins with heat and an aching desire to penetrate the hole of my lover. To kiss the coils of his flesh with my penis. To fuck straight into his beautiful soul. He reared his head up and snarled as I sank my cock all the way in his ass. I cupped my hand to the side of his head and finger fucked the mouth I had so recently plundered, fresh spittle leaked from his lips wetting them down to my palm. He bit ever so lightly on them as the pace of my hips quickened, even playfully sucking on a knuckle or two. I felt his rectum vibrating with each thrust, his musky, wet bung clenching my cock at the end of every deep stroke. I wanted into my honey so bad I grabbed my low-hanging balls and tucked them between his thigh and scrotum just to feel that much closer to him. His slender ass cheeks had a surprising amount of fullness to them. My rail-thin cutie has a bubble. Sweet!
Between the scent and heat of his arousal filling my head with lucid dreams and the aching hunger between my legs demanding satisfaction I pushed my lover's face into the pillow while keeping his hips high, allowing me to rest the full weight of my body on his back. I kissed his left shoulder blade as my lower body went into overdrive. Soon I was jackhammering his boi cunt like a madman, gripping his thighs, rubbing my face all over his back, sipping the copious sweat beads off his smooth, pale skin, the perspiration now almost a thick lather from the friction of our bodies. Lights flickered behind my eyes and everywhere I looked I saw only bright spots taunting my gaze. I came hard and in great volume. Each surge of cum that passed through the mouth of my cock gave me the feeling of falling or of a sudden stop in an elevator. I felt his cavity grip and suck at my throbbing meat. I was breathing great gulps of air, the side of his neck cradling my chin while he moaned aloud and slowly swayed his hip back and forth as I filled the condom. We kissed for a good while, my pecker still locked inside his bung, when suddenly I felt his lips tense and he said "Damn!" aloud with some manner of concern, my mouth still partly covering his. I asked what was wrong and he pointedly told me to pull my cock out of his ass "Now, Goddammit!". Stunned, I did as he told me and to my shock I found the condom looked almost completely shredded. Not only was the tip gone and all my cum with it, but his funk was thick on my cock. It appeared as if the rubber had disintegrated or possibly exploded. "Cheap rubbers, dear?" I quipped. He was not amused. He shot a ferocious look of anger my way as he stormed into the bathroom to retrieve whatever pieces of the condom he could from his (unintentionally) cum-filled ass. I knocked at the door for several minutes offering what apologies I could as he fished his hole for latex, hurling at me an interesting combination of curse words as he did so. Finally the bathroom door opened and no longer was his anger apparent. No, it had been replaced with a sneering grin and cold, mocking eyes. "Look, stud", he said. "You're gonna pay me back for this. You are my new protege." I was dumbstruck, but before I could utter a word he continued. "I'm gonna teach you how to be the whore you were meant to be. You'll freeze along side my friends and I on every street corner of this city, trolling your ass for money, looking every stinking, degenerate loser square in the eye and hope THEY like what they see!" I almost laughed at this obvious, if odd, attempt at levity. His eyes narrowed at me. "Your first lesson is how to clean an asshole of cum." I was astonished. This made no sense at all. He turned his skinny, freckled butt towards me and told me to get on my knees. I only did so to see where the joke in all this lay. He opened his cheeks and I caught the familiar odor of his musk as it flooded my nostrils, causing my head to swim with desire. "This is so ridiculous, you know that?", I muttered as my face pressed forward to his still-sweaty crack. "You're my bitch now", he whispered. "I have a decent job and a life of my own. No way in hell would I suffer to do your bidding.", I stammered. His softly-puckered asshole, mere inches from my drooling lips, fluttered slightly then bloomed like a flower, the swirling, wrinkled flesh drawing me into it, becoming the sky above and the ground below in one fell swoop. I felt my heart sink as a long trickle of my cum leaked through the tender folds of his butt ring, running down his inner crack like a tear. I closed my eyes and obediently stuck out my tongue to catch the drop then proceeded to lick up and down the length of his crack before pursing my lips against his anus. I sucked the seed back into my body knowing that from then on the taste of cum, cock, and ass would be my only means of survival.
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