I got the beating of my young life when I was a teen. I had never really experienced serious physical violence before, being a small and sissified boy, I would get picked on and called names, but I always managed to keep a low enough profile so as to keep me out of trouble.

EventuallyI found myself unable to control my sexual desires. I was aware of gay bashings, and that if I wasn’t careful - you know - in the way I dressed or behaved - it could happen to me. I lived in a small town, and I didn’t want to attract that kind of attention where I lived. So I decided to go to the city and see if I could get men to pick me up. I wanted to have sex with a man! I had been dreaming and fantasizing about it since puberty. I had watched hours of online porn, and finally the urge to have sex with a man became so strong I took a bus to the city, because I had heard that it was where chicken hawks cruise around looking for sexy young men.

My sexual urges made me throw all caution to the wind, and I deliberately chose the most provocative outfit I could throw together. I had been cross dressing at home for a long time, but I didn’t want to be mistaken for a girl - which I could easily have done - I wanted it out there exactly what I was - a brazen young homosexual - on the make for cock! So I put on my shortest pair of jeans cutoffs - and believe me, these shorts were way too short for a male to be wearing - a pair of flip flops, and a faded orange tank top. I had shaved my head and was wearing two medium sized hoop earrings, and I took a tube of pink lip gloss with me.

I got some looks on the bus, but for the most part people ignored me. That was the weekend I met Don, my first lover. He picked me up on the track near the bus station and exposed himself to me almost as soon as I got in his truck. He ended up bringing me to his house, where he lived with his mother, and he was the one who popped my cherry. It was what I wanted, so it worked out great. Only problem for me was, I fell in love with him. I mean, he WAS my first! And he was an extremely hot lover! He was tall and muscular, with LOTS of sexy hair all over his body! And here I was, barely 5 foot 6, slightly built, and smooth as silk. We dated for a few weeks - I’d take the bus and meet him in the city every weekend. On our second weekend Don took me to a gay bath house, where he offered me to other guys. I was surprised and a little disappointed, because I really just wanted to be with him! I had some silly notion that Don and I were going to be a couple - maybe I’d even move in with him! How naïve was I!

On the other hand, I did enjoy being mobbed by all those big hunky men! Because I was so young and cute, and a new face, I got LOTS of male attention! Don had me in a dark room they called the dungeon, where I was ganged up on and they lined up to fuck me, one after another. It was a dream come true. But afterward, Don always took me home, to his bed. So I began to think of myself as belonging to him.

But after a few weeks he refused to answer his phone, and I was going crazy with jealousy. So on Friday I took the bus to the station where we always met up, and he wasn’t there. I waited until dark and I went to the bath house. Because I didn’t have I.D. the guy at the desk refused to let me in. He told me no unaccompanied minors. “Get yourself an escort if you want to come in,” he told me. So I loitered around out front for awhile and because I was cute and sexy, it didn’t take long for a man to take me in with him.

As soon as we were inside I began asking everyone if they had seen Don, but no one had. Then I saw him. My heart leapt, and then I saw that bitch. Some cute little Latino with a shaved head. He and Don were standing in a corner, making out naked. Oh my GOD! I was SO fucking JEALOUS! I wanted to scratch that faggot’s eyes out! But he was bigger than I was, and he looked like he could kick my ass. So I tried to make Don jealous too, but it didn’t work. I had to accept that he was through with me. I had been dumped.

I stayed at the bath house all weekend, passed around from one horny bull to the next. It was hard to believe that it had only been a month since Don had popped my cherry! And now, here I was, everyone’s whore! I had so much cock up my ass, and had swallowed so much cum! And then I met the Bull.

I was in one of the private rooms, where they have beds for partners to couple up. I was lying nude on the bed, a man’s cum dripping from my rectum, and I saw him walk past and look. He popped his head in and entered the room, sitting next to me on the bed. He began feeling my bare body, and I immediately got an erection. I had been with some black men before in the dungeon, but they had only fucked me and we hadn’t got to know each other. But the Bull was feeling me up, so I ran my small hand up his muscular forearm and down to his thick wrist, and I gave it a squeeze. He took my hand and placed it on his rigid 12 inch cock. I raised myself up and leaned over to blow him. Mmmm, nice juicy hard black COCK!