I may have been a bad boy this afternoon. Temptation, together with all else associated with men, is the only thing I cannot resist.

After a morning filled with sucking and fucking, including the lingering stay of the man who came home with me last night from the bathhouse, and then several hours out and about responding to Graigslist ads for a submissive cocksucking cumpig, I came back home to meet with guys here for a few more hours before going out later to the porn arcade, more appointments, and then back to the bathhouses. As luck would have it, this is what happened to begin the afternoon.

In front of the store downstairs, as I was heading from my truck to my apartment, a guy stopped me and asked me for some money to buy a drink. He was middle-aged, a little bit worse for wear, down on his luck, but not apparently crazy, not apparently intoxicated or high. He did not appear to have ready access to a bath or shower, and he had several days beard, but he was by no means repulsive or scary. Immediately, I kind of liked the look of him. I always have one thing on my mind, regardless of outward appearances. I want cock and cum wherever it comes from. Usually generous, if I can be, I did not have any change or small bills. As with any man, though, I was thinking about his cock. Maybe I could help him in a different way, and he could help me. I felt some kind of a destiny with him. There was a reason he had stopped me right in front of my place, at just that time. I am a complete whore for men. My behaviour changes when I am with men. My lips, tongue, and mouth engage, begging for cock. My mouth waters. It affects my speech. My voice gets higher. I want to be another man’s bitch. My ass aches for cock. My butthole actively relaxes, opening for another penetration of cock, another ejaculation of sperm, another breeding. My balls contract, and my dick begins to get hard. (Once I start sucking cock, and when I am being fucked, my dick is usually soft, but dripping cum from internal orgasms. When I have my face deep in a man’s butt crack, licking and tonguing his hole, lapping that gorgeous hole that I worship second only to cock, I do get hard.) Whatever I need to do for cock and cum, I will do.

When I told him that I did not have any money to give him, he did not ask again. We were standing quite close to one another. Men always attract me. I want to be near enough to them to reach out and touch them. Strangely, though, he enquired of the time. I told him, and asked him if he had something to do just then. He said no. Then, even more strangely, he asked me, out of the blue, if I was strong. I am strong, and I told him so. He put his hand on my shoulder, to feel my muscles. I was not alarmed. I liked his hand there. It immediately excited me physically. At that moment, I knew without a doubt that his dick would be inside me. Maybe he was a little crazy after all. Maybe I am a little crazy. I was welcoming. I wanted him. He could sense my acceptance, and he felt comfortable with me. The next move was mine. I opened up to him. I did not hold back.

I told him that I liked men. I told him that I liked him. I asked him if he had ever been with a man before. He said no. He had been with lots of women, but not recently. I asked him if his dick got hard. He said yes, usually, but not for a while. I asked him if he liked having his dick sucked. He said yes, he really liked it. He still had his hand on my shoulder; so I put my hand on his crotch. I could feel his soft dick through his pants. He did not  refuse my fondling. I wanted his cock in my mouth, and then in my ass. We were still in front of the store. Other people were coming and going. I love it when other people, especially men, see me flirting with men. Kevin, from the store, fucks me every morning. Many of the neighbours fuck me. None of my neighbours could be unaware of the non-stop arrivals and departures of men from my apartment when I am here. On the balcony above the store, right outside my apartment, I am often kissing men goodbye. It makes me happy when others see me as the thoroughly unashamed fag I am. If the neighbours allow themselves to imagine all those men fucking me, that is perfect. If strangers see me, and wonder, maybe they will ask around, and find out that I refuse no man.

The other day, after dark, a big, black man was peeing right beside his car, right in front of my gate, in front of the store. I was escorting a man down after sucking his cock and being fucked by him. Opening the gate, we kissed, and we both noticed the man peeing. He did not stop. As my lover walked away, I went right up to the black man and said hello. As always, when I want a man, my homosexuality becomes more evident. I am so gay. I want everyone to know. You were peeing at my front door, I said. Sorry, he responded. No, I love it, I said. As far as I am concerned, you can pee there any time you like. You could pee in my mouth, too. I missed the pee this time, but I would love to suck your cock. Do you have time right now? We can do it right here, or you can come upstairs. He stepped inside my gate, and, with the gate still open, I sucked his nice big cock until he came in my mouth. While I was sucking him, he talked about what a slut I was. I am a slut. I love it when men call me what I am. When we got done, I told him that I would love it if he fucked me next time. I told him to bring his friends, too. He said he would be back later. If my truck is here, I am open to any visitors. I will probably be with other men, but you should feel free to join us.

Back to my original story, I told this apparent homeless man that my name is Greyston. I told him I live upstairs. I invited him to follow me up. I assured him that it would be fun, that I would take care of him. I had water to drink, but no alcohol. I do not drink alcohol. As he followed me upstairs, I experienced that wonderful thrill of knowing that I would soon have another strange man’s cock in my mouth, and hopefully in my ass. I absolutely love the cock and cum of total strangers. I love imagining where their cocks have been. I want filthy cocks that fuck filthy holes, cum filled holes like mine, without restraint, without reserve, indiscriminately.

As soon as we got in, and I closed the door, he said he had to pee. I undid his belt, and his pants, and pulled out his big uncut dick. He was passive. I took control. He was not yet at all excited. I told him he could pee in my mouth, and then I was going to suck his cock. His dick smelled of urine and had obviously not been washed for some time, but it was not offensive to me. His underwear were tattered around the legs and soiled, too, both front and rear, but I found it exciting. I had gotten on my knees in front of him, and put his soft cock in my mouth. I was so happy to be with that stranger. I gently squeezed his balls, as I licked and sucked his soft cock. Then he began to pee. He did not hold back. He gave it all to me. I opened my throat and swallowed it all. It tasted strong, as if it were dark yellow. I did not see its colour, because I was drinking it without question or hesitation.

When he was finished, I urged him to turn around and bend over a little. I wanted to lick his butthole. Between his legs, he smelled deeply of man-musk, that rich odour that is a combination of sweat, pee, shit, and cum. I imagined the cum; I wanted it so badly. Like his cock, his butthole had not been washed in some time. It, too, tasted strongly of days on the street. I did not intend to clean it, but to revel in its taste. I loved it. He let me take care of him. He was like a child being pampered by his mother.

When his ass was all licked and tongued until it was wet with my flowing man-stimulated saliva, I turned him around again and began sucking his cock and balls in earnest. He was still soft. I like sucking soft cock, but I wanted his cum. I really wanted him to fuck me. I gently persuaded him to sit back on my couch, and I sucked for all I was worth. Nothing else entered my mind. I only wanted to get him hard. I needed his cum.

It did not take long. As his body relaxed, my persistent lips, tongue, and mouth coaxed him to hardness. Once he got hard, I had to be careful. I would not have minded if he came in my mouth, but I really wanted that strange dick deep inside my ass. When he began to throb a bit, I told him that I was going to put his dick in my ass. He did not object. I got undressed, sucked him some more, and then sat on his thick eight-inch dick. My ass was already filled with cum, and his dick slipped right in. I was in heaven. I moved up and down on his dick. I told him that I wanted him to cum inside me. I told him I wanted all his cum. I could feel him getting close. I knew that he was going to grant my wish. Then he did. He came hard, and for a long time. I could feel him inside me. I could feel his hot sperm shooting again and again deep inside me. He whole body shuddered. He grabbed me, and held me to him. He came some more, and then some more. I wanted it all. It felt so good having that strange man’s entire reservoir of cum all to myself. He gave it to me, all his fabulous cum, thick from having been held so long. He gave it all to me, all that raw, live sperm, seeding my begging ass.

When he was done, I got off of him, and sucked his cock clean. I asked him if he had any more pee for me. He needed that drink of water, and then maybe he would. Naked, I went to my kitchen and got him some water. His thick, viscous, globuled cum began rolling slowly down my leg from my ass. I caught it with my fingers and ate it. It was like tapioca in texture, but it was as good as any cum I had ever eaten. It was so fragrant, I wanted to keep it under my nose forever. It tasted like the essence of cum, probably because it had been inside his balls for so long before being gifted to me.

After drinking a tall glass of water, my new friend, his name is Keith, said he could pee again. His pee tasted different this time, probably because he had just fucked me.

As we were getting dressed, my first afternoon guests arrived. Keith was a little unsure of what to do; so I told the three men who had arrived to give me just a moment. I escorted him to the bottom of my stairs, told him he could stop by any time. I gave him a twenty. He had earned it. I thanked him for making me so happy. I asked him if he was happy. He said he was. I told him I loved his cock and his ass. He said that he would like to do all that stuff again. I encouraged him to fuck as many women or men as he could before coming to see me again. I told him that I really liked knowing that his gorgeous dick had been inside other holes. Fucking is a good thing, I told him. I told him that strange men fuck me all day, every day, and I always want more. As he went through the gate at the bottom of my stairs, he said, you do not like women, do you. I told him that I only liked men. Only men, he asked again. Yes, I told him, I only like to suck cock, to lick men’s assholes, and get fucked by men. I told him that he could bring his friends if he wanted. I especially love being with strange men I have never met before. I want all that strange cock and cum inside me. He said he would be back. I hope he will.

Did I take advantage of Keith, or did I do a good thing? It does not matter really. I got his cum. He relieved himself. We were both happy. It would be nice if he came back with his dick rich and loud with the fragrance and flavour of other asses or pussies. I especially like men who fuck other men, I really prefer it, but many straight men come to me, too. If they fuck a lot of women who get fucked by lots of men, then I still get the advantage of having well used cocks inside me. Like single-mindedly sex-crazed dogs without homes, and no restraint, I like men who fuck every bitch in sight in every neighbourhood they wanders through, then come back to me to stick those same yummy cocks in my ever hungry hole, filling me with their luscious cum.

I went back upstairs, and began to attend to the three men waiting for me. They had their cocks in their hands. I immediately started sucking one while another one fucked me. They took turns fucking me while I sucked them. One by one, they all came in my ass. Other men arrived to do the same. The afternoon was full. I am writing this before I go out again. I am filled with cum, but I am going to beg for more. Without a dick in my mouth, and one in my ass, I do not know what to do. I need men to feed me their cocks, to shove their asses in my face, to fuck me. I want cum more than anything else. Tonight I will have to spend several hours at the gloryholes, with men fucking me all the while.