It all started when I lost my mother; No love for myself and no love for another... It was late 1998. I was hurting. My girlfriend tried to make me feel better. We both got drunk and she let me ride her raw dog. It was the first time I ever came in a girl. She did a neat trick and squirt it out from her honey pot. She then scooped it with her finger and licked it. From that point on out I knew I was a sex addict. I was so turned on I wanted more. Soon after she became pregnant. We had a shot gun wedding but didn;t mind: We for filled each others sex fantasies. 3 years passed and she was knocked up again. After our 2nd the sex became boring... She wasn't as into the filth porn star sex I craved. We tried a 3 some with another man for the first time, you know, spice it up a bit? I think I liked it more than her... This guy became a regular. We told our girls that he was an uncle helping us with paper work. One night we all got really smashed smoking coco puffs... He slipped his finger into my ass... I didn't mind. Soon after I was penetrating my wife and cuming into her mouth and she would snowball with him and then he with me. It felt normal for him to lick my ball sack while I was railing my wife. One day, after a long work week on site, I found a note. My wife left me for him. Everything was gone. My life went to hell. More drugs... More boos.Poor work performance lead to getting canned. I moved to San Francisco in 2003. That is where I met Fellito.
Waht a gay name, right? Fellito? But he was kind to me. He let me crash at his place. The drugs were free, the bed was warm. I felt safe. My first one on one with a man was with Fellito. He just jumped in the shower with me one day. He acted like it was normal. He started scrubbing my back.. then my butt... Then a soapy finger slipped into my brown eye. I didn't even flinch. I penetrated him... It felt like screwing a donut. After I busted, he walked out of the shower and left a $50 on the sink. I asked what that was for and he told me good service isn't free. That was his hook to get me to sell my body. 2 weeks later I was penetrated by a strap on from a dyke that just won a Marlon Brando look alike contest. It felt like she tickled my stomach with that HUGE dildo. I took any client. Man, woman.. 2, 3 ,4 men or women. Money was great. I had my regulars. 2 foot Johnnie was amazing. No girth but he was 17 inches... It felt like anal and deep throat at the same time. Ive been choked, hung from my nipples, rubber bands around my dick and balls. Cut scrotum, limp biscuit eater, snoballed with 3 guys... I would freebase my coke on a spoon that had sperm heated to the point of evaporation... I injected coke and sperm. I've sucked so many dicks I should change my name. I've touched more cock and balls than Haynes whittie tighties.
One night after a cock and meth binge, I was stumbling home from Knob Hill. There I found a tract. It taught me the Roman Road. It changed my life forever.


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