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Last night, late, the middle of the night, I got a call from a total stranger who had heard about me. He asked me I would be willing to come to his hood to suck his cock and get fucked. He said he would have some friends. He said that we would have to do all this right on the side of the street, because his new wife was at home asleep. He didn't have a car; so the place we agreed to meet was within easy walking distance of his apartment. It was south of town, in a neighbourhood known to be rough at best. Without hesitation, I agreed to meet him. I am a faggot. That's what I do. As I drove slowly down his street, I saw him, standing under a street lamp. I stopped, and confirmed that his was the cock I was there to suck, his the cock that would fuck me. He called his friends on his cell phone. He said that the building just across the street was a halfway house. Right there, under the street lamp, I got on my knees, took his big black cock out, and started sucking it. It was yummy. It tasted really good. He was quiet. He appeared to be enjoying it as much as I was. Soon, his friends came, three of them, African-American, too, all with nice, big cocks. In varying configurations over the next hour or so, I sucked them all, licked and tongued their buttholes, and got fucked twice, two loads of cum, by each of the four. Between fucks, I sucked their cummy cocks. One of them, after giving me two loads in my ass, gave me a final load in my mouth. One of them started to pee just right next to us. I asked him to pee in my mouth. Another one of them did the same. When we done, the original one with whom I had made the arrangements said they didn't have any money to give me, but that they had some weed. I said that I was faggot, that it was my devotion and my pleasure to satisfy the sexual needs of men. I didn't expect anything in return. I don't drink or smoke or use drugs of any kind. I said that I would love to be their street whore, that they could call me any time for service, no questions asked, no expectations whatsoever. I thanked them. They thanked me. We agreed to stay in touch. Just another day, another night, of sucking and fucking. I love my life. I am a faggot. I will shout that from the rooftops. I am a faggot.
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