Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2012 01:03:28 -0500 (EST)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Boy hooker (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/M,bMMM)

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                            Boy Hooker
                               By
                              Wolf

	I became a boy hooker as a result of a boy introducing me to sex.
I came from a poor family.  My father worked hard on the waterfront of
New Orleans, Louisiana.  He also was a drunk that tended to waist most
of his money.  My mother was forced to work in a cannery to make
enough money to pay most of the bills.  She also drank too much.  I was
basically left to my own devices even before I started school.

	We were forced to move from cheap tenement to an even worse
kept slum house after another attempt to get ahead of bill collectors.
When we moved into a cheap hotel close enough to the cannery to smell
the rotting fish waste being discarded, is when I met a boy about my age.
We played among the abandoned and dilapidated buildings that had not
been repaired after the 2005 Katrina disaster.  There were plenty of
abandoned homes and buildings for us to play in.

	We started off by him showing me is cock, and demonstrating
how to jack-off.  We graduated from mutual masturbation to sucking
each other's cock.  We even experimented with lubricating or cocks and
sticking them into each other's assholes.  He was able to find all manner
of pornography for us to use to look at while sucking cocks.  The
pictures of naked women having sex with men and other women were
exciting, but I was fascinated with the pictures he found of boys having
sex with each other.  He even found pictures of boys having sex with
adult men.  There were even pictures of white boys having sex with adult
black men.  For some reason the pictures of black men were always men
with unbelievable cocks.  They either dangled almost down to their
knees or were slapping their bellybuttons.  We discussed sex with each
other constantly.  Just when we were discussing finding an older man to
have sex with us, his father got in trouble with a loan shark.  They had to
move away quietly during the night.  He only was able to come by my
apartment long enough to tell me why they were moving without notice.

	I was reduced to hiding out in the abandoned homes and jacking
off while lying on old, moldy, and smelly mattresses.  Living in the
slums made me aware of thing at a much younger age than most
children.  There was a street that catered to the every perverted desires of
anyone.  The street had a lot of liquor stores, hourly hotels, adult book
stores and arcades.  The corners were populated with black and white
women dressed in clothes that showed off what they were selling.  Their
breasts were over flowing from their tight tops, and a lot of their big
butts were exposed because their shorts rode up the crack of their ass
cheeks.  These women would approach cars pulling up to the curb and
flirt with the men in them.  I had no delusions about what these women
were doing with the men they got in the cars with.

	Then I noticed a boy not much older than me standing on a
corner just off the main street.  He was actually dressed like those
hookers a block over.  I witnessed him flirting with a man that stopped at
the curb.  He opened the door and got in.  His head disappeared below
the door level as the car pulled away.  Having witnessed that, I wondered
if I could do that too.

	It took me a few days to work up the nerve to try that.  One
evening I walked to that area and walked slowly down the street as if
looking in the windows of closed stores.  The first car that pulled the
curb and a man asked me if I would like a lift, I chickened out and told
him, "No thanks, I'm waiting for my father."  I hated myself for
chickening out, as the car pulled away.  I vowed to accept,the next time a
car stopped.  I crossed the street and made my way back up the street.
Then a slow moving car pulled over to the curb and a man asked me if I
was looking for a ride.  I smiled at him and approached the car.

	When I leaned into the passenger window I could smell the
familiar odor of booze.  Just the same he was not a bad looking man.  He
was not drunk and dressed better than most of the men in the area.  I
assumed that he was from the better section of town.  I knew his car was
not from the area.  He gave me a nice smile and assured me that he
would make it worth my while.

	I opened the door and stepped into his car.  As I closed the door
he pulled away from the curb.  He drove down to the one of those
devastated areas near the river and parked in an area that would not draw
attention should the local police drive past.  While he had been driving to
the location he had been stroking my left knee and thigh.  He was telling
me what a nice looking boy I was.  I thanked him and spread my legs, to
let him know I had no objections to his wondering hand.

	When we were parked he pulled me over the console of the car
and pushed his seat as far back as it would go.  He held me on his lap
while he felt me up.  When he kissed me on the mouth I discovered that
adult men had stubble around their mouths.  He fumbled with the front of
my cheap pants until he got them open.  He fished out my youthful penis
and balls.  He complemented me on who nice looking my cock was.

	I know that I had an average sized cock for my age, but at that
moment I had a boner that even I was impressed with.  It was about the
same diameter as a raw Oscar Myer wiener, but it was sticking up out of
my pants every bit as long as a wiener too.  My balls looked like two
halves of walnuts held against my body.  It was a typically hot humid
night.  We were both sweating as much from the heat as from the
excitement of our actions.

	While he was playing with my balls and cock, I could feel his
own cock pressing against my butt.  I reached under my butt and
wrapped my hand around the bulge in his pants.  He defiantly was well
endowed.  I was a little apprehensive about my ability to get something
that large in my mouth.  He lifted my ass up and placed me on the
console, so that he could bend over and suck my cock.  He tickled my
balls while sucking my cock.  I found it very rewarding.  I was ready to
suck his cock whenever he was ready.  When he was ready to get his
cock sucked I had to get back on the other side of the console while he
opened his pants.

	Boy was I impressed, his cock not only had foreskin that
completely covered his knob it looked like a club, larger at the top than
at the bottom.  He had plenty of dark pubic hair sticking out of his pants.
I wrapped my hand around the shaft, and skinned back the skin to expose
the wet knob.  I struggled to get as much of his cock into my mouth as
possible.  I sucked on his cock as good as I knew how.  I knew enough
that men produced cum, because I had seen enough pictures of men
squirting cum in the face of boys.  I was fully prepared to get a facial
from this man.  I didn't expect him to place his hand on the back of my
head and shoved my head down until his cock actually chocked me.  I
gagged and struggled to lift my head up.  He was also stuffed his right
hand down the back of my pants.  His large hands squeezed my little
butt, and he slipped one of his fat fingers down the sweaty crack of my
ass.  It tickled until he stuffed his finger into my asshole.  When he
finally let me lift my head up my throat felt like the worst sore throat I
had ever had.  I couldn't even talk.  He had finger fucked my ass while I
struggled to breathe.

	He lifted me up and pulled my pants down under my butt, before
pulling me back over the console, and sitting me on his lap again.  Only
this time he sat me on the head of his cock.  It hurt like hell as my little
butt settled down onto his cock.  I begged him to pull it out, but he had
no intention of stopping.  He bounced me up and down like a baby on his
knee, but I was being bounced up and down on his cock.  When he
started squirting cum in me, he forced me down on his lap until he was
finished.  Afterwards he opened the console and pulled out a handful of
tissue paper for me to wipe up the cum leaking out of my asshole.  I even
had to stuff some of the tissue up my butt crack before pulling up my
shorts and pants.  He drove me back to the corner where he had picked
me up.  Before letting me out of his car he gave me a card with his first
name, phone number on it, and a of twenty dollar bill.

	I made my way home slowly.  I was not sure I ever wanted to
endure that kind of thing again.  It took a few days before my asshole
recovered.  I started feeling an itch in my asshole.  I figured that it would
probably not hurt as much the second time, so I called the man.  I agreed
to meet him that evening at the same corner.

	When I arrived at the corner I was confronted by a slender black
boy no taller than me.  He was dressed in sandals, really tight shorts that
the crotch was wedged between the cheeks of his ass, and barley covered
his pubic area.  The T-shirt barley covered his chest, and he had a thing
gold chain around his neck.  He told me that this was his corner, and for
me to move along.  I told him that I was just meeting someone there in a
few minutes.  He was still defensive about my encroaching on his
territory when the man's car pulled up to the curb.  As I opened the car
door the man said, "Why don't you and your young friend both get in?"

	Before I could say anything the black boy piled into the seat
along with me and closed the door.  This time the man drove to an area
where some of the damaged home had been restored.  About every forth
house was occupied.  He pulled his car next to a house that was not in
bad shape.  He even had a key to the front door.  The house still smelled
a little musty, but was clean.  He led us to an old couch that looked pretty
good.  He asked us if we would like to put on a show for him.  The black
boy quickly said it would cost extra before he started hugging my leg
and kissing me.  We started feeling each other up.  He quickly peeled off
my T-shirt and unfastened my pants.  He didn't have very many clothes
for me to remove.  When we were both naked we hugged and kissed
while we took hold of each other's cocks.  We jacked each other off
while the man was removing his clothes.

	He encouraged us to suck each other's cocks, so we positioned
ourselves in a 69 with me on top.  Neither of us was old enough too
actually cum.  We both had dry cum's though.  He sat down between us
with his arms around our shoulders while he took turns kissing us.  The
two of us played with his big cock and balls.  He had his arms around
our waists and had our cocks in his hands.  After we were hard again, he
encouraged me to get between the black boy's legs and suck his cock for
him.  While I was kneeing between the boy's legs sucking black un-cut
cock, the man straddled my hips.  At least this time he used some sort of
lubricant to grease up his cock.  I knew what was coming.  He squatted
over me and aimed his cock at my little boy pussy.  Before long he was
sweating all over my back while he fucked the hell out of my ass.  This
time when he was ready to cum, he pulled out and squirted cum all over
my back.  Then he stepped up onto the crouch and stuffed his wet cock
into the black boy's mouth.

	We cleaned up as well as we could, before getting dressed.  He
drove us back to our corner.  This time he invited the two of us to a party
next week before giving both of us a couple of twenties.  We looked at
each other and smiled before agreeing to meet him there next week.

	My new friend introduced himself as Marcel, and invited me
home with him to have dirty rice and sausage.  I agreed and we head to
his home.  It was a rundown apartment much like the one I lived in.

	He introduced me to his mother.  Mammy Nell was only about
five-feet one, and almost as big around as she was tall.  Her hair was
greased back.  Each one of her breasts was bigger than her head and
sagged almost to her waist.  Her rear end was a big bulbous thing that
you could rest a bar glass on.  Her simple cotton dress hung down to
almost her knees in front, but because of her butt the back showed most
of the backs of her thighs.  She was a very loving type of woman, and
she hugged me and kissed me, while assuring me that any boy that was
friends of her son was welcome in her home.  She insisted on feeding us,
but she insisted that we wash up first because we smelled like sweat and
cum.

	The fact that she could smell cum on us embarrassed me.  We
headed into the bathroom where we got into a cast iron tub that had chips
off the porcelain rim exposing iron.  We washed each other and even
indulged in a little peter play.  He had a change of clothes for us that
were threat worn but clean.

	I do love dirty rice and sausage.  For those that don't know what
that is, it is made by glazing onions, carrots, bell peppers, adding rice
and tomatoes, and chicken stock.  If you have any shrimp can be added
too.  The sausage chunked and heated before adding to the pot.  You can
add as much Louisiana hot sauce as you care to add.  Marcel and I
devoured our meal with simple homemade French bread.  After eating I
had to head home before my mother would get home.

	I eventually introduced Marcel to my mother.  I asked her if I
could sleep over with him.  She agreed without question.  Manny Nell
was very sweet to me.  We shared a simple old army bunk together.  We
naturally had to cuddle to share the bed.  Of course we were happy to
suck and fuck each other during the nights we slept together.  Mammy
Nell knew what we were doing and always wished us well before closing
the door.

	When the weekend arrived we met out man at the corner.  He
drove us to a section of town that was not affected by the flood.  He took
us to a house that had several cars around it.  When we entered we were
greeted by our host.  There were probably six adult men there and at
least that many boys.  Some were as young as Marcel and me, but some
were almost teenagers.  The party was in full swing.  There was a lot of
drinking and pot smoking going on.  Before long there was plenty of
naked flesh showing.  Looking around I was beginning to think every
mouth had a cock in it.  Marcel and I didn't drink, so we simply drank
cokes.  We didn't want to be out of each other's sight.  We eventually
found ourselves in a bedroom with our man and the host.  We wound up
in a 69 with the adults sticking their cocks in our mouths.  When they
had deposited cum in our mouths they changed partners, and fucked our
asses.  When they were finished they were replaced by other men.  We
were fucked by every man there at least once.

	When we were dropped off, so we could make our way back to
Marcel's home, we were a couple of tired boys.  We came away from
that party with three hundred dollars apiece.  Nell insisted that we bath
before going to bed.  We slept in late the next day.  When we got up Nell
had a breakfast for us.  We were so tired that we only wanted to sleep
most of the day.  When I woke up and needed to pee I headed to the
bathroom.  When I was finished I headed back towards the living room
where Marcel was sleeping, but heard Mammy Nell call my name.

	When I opened her bedroom door I saw her lying on her bed in
all her naked glory.  She invited me to enter.  Looking at her naked body
from the foot of the bed, I could see her big pussy resting on top of her
big butt.  It was covered with tight little curly hairs, and what looked like
heat bumps.  She begged me, "Come here to Mammy Nell honey, and
fuck me!"

	I can't describe the feeling of sickness I felt looking at a red
pussy.  I had never had sex with a woman before, and had no desire to
start now.  I could smell the odor of her wet pussy from where I was
standing, and it made me sick.  I still had a piss hard, but it vanished
quickly.  She saw the look on my face, and it hurt her feelings.  She said,
"I guess you're simply a man's boy."

	When I made it back to the living room, Marcel was awake.  He
had a big toothy smile as he said, "Did you fuck Manny?"

	I crawled into bed with him, and told him that I couldn't fuck a
woman.  He insisted that we wanted to fuck me.  I dropped my pants
again and assumed the bottom position with my legs up for him.  I
couldn't believe he was going to fuck me with his mother in the house.
He stuck his cock into my ass, while taking hold of my cock and jacked
me off, while fucking my ass.  When I opened my eyes there was Nell
standing in the door watching her son fucking me.  She was still naked,
and she was stuffing her thick fingers into her swollen folds of her pussy.

	Marcel and I became a salt and pepper team.  We dated black and
white men several times a week.  We made as much money putting sex
shows for horny old men as we did sucking cocks and getting fucked in
the ass.  Manny Nell was happy with me as long as her son loved me.

	The first time I got busted for soliciting the cop made me give
him a blowjob before taking me in.  I called Mammy Nell.  She bailed
me out telling the cops that she was my adopted mother.  Within weeks I
was servicing a couple of cops a couple of times a week to keep from
being busted again.  One of the cops was a big black man with the most
unbelievable large black snake dangling between his legs.  When he
fucked me I felt like his cock was going to come right out of my mouth.
Just the same I would have fucked him without the threat of arrest.

	I was making plenty of money and had a sexy hooker wardrobe
for my customers.  I had everything from school girl uniforms to sexy
lingerie.  I was making more money than my mother ever could.  I
moved out on my own while still in high school.  Marcel and I were
always together.  Oh we had our problems, because we were jealous of
each other.  If some man wanted us to become their excusive lover
would make the other angry.



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