Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2018 11:38:43 +0000
From: Bogan <nifty.bogan@protonmail.com>
Subject: Former Street Rat 04

For the safety of everyone involved (especially me), everything I am going
to say is false, made up, and delusional.

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I hadn't meant this to be so autobiographical.  I really just meant to
kinda write a guide to what it was like to be a street rat.  At least from
my perspective.  Give some sort of advice to how it was.

If you want to use any of this stuff to write your own story, go ahead.
Just 2 things tho.

1)If I happen to write a story about this, than you better not try to sue
me.  I won't be tried for plagiarism for my own fucking memories

2)If you do write a story using anything from here, please let me know.  I
would really like to read it.  Thanks.

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Blow jobs were the easiest.  They didn't require any preparations.  And
clean up was easy, you just swallowed.  And you could give them anywhere.
Front seat of an auto, bathroom at the shops, behind a church.

I almost gave my first blowjob when I was 12.  It was early in the morning,
like 2 or 3 am.  And it was winter and it had rained.  I sat on the stairs
that led down to the shore.  And I was staring out at the harbour.

Before I hit the streets, I went to the harbour a lot.  It always calmed
me.  Is calm the right word?  I don't think so.  If I was agitated or angry
or sad, it...  It's like a wrinkled shirt and an iron.  The harbour could
iron out the creases.

So I had been going to the shore a lot.  And not just because the shit at
home.  I was starting to realise that I was a fag, and I didn't want to be
a fag.  I knew what happened to faggots.  I knew what would happen at
school and I knew what would happen at home.  My parents could be so much
worse than they had already been.  So I just sat there, listening to the
water.

And I saw this guy walking on the beach.  He had on club wear, and I
figured that he was in his 30's.  When I realised that he was walking
toward me, I stood up.  No-one was going to sucker punch me.

But when he got close enough, he asked if I wanted to suck his cock.  And
the way he said it, it was like he was asking for a ciggie.  So he walked
right up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.  He didn't force me onto
my knees, but he definitely let me know that's where he wanted me.

So I sank to my knees and he pulled out his cock and it was already getting
hard and was growing.  And I looked at that beautiful thing.  And I wanted
to touch it, and taste it, and smell it.  But then I sprang to my feet in a
panic and I ran up the stairs taking two at a time.  And I kept running,
telling myself that I was no faggot.

By the time I was 14, I was a pretty good cocksucker.  Thing was, I really
liked sucking cock.  And I often liked it when guys that weren't tricks,
jizzed in my mouth.  Something about the feel of the exploding cock and the
taste of the semen.

(But don't go thinking that all street rats crave your cock.  Some are
straight.  And even the gay ones probably don't want your crusty willy in
their mouths.)

I fucking hated it when the trick jizzed on my face or in my hair.  Or if
we were nude, on my chest or on my junk.  And then some of the cunts made
it worse by rubbing it in.  I hated it.  And I bet they knew I hated it and
that's why they did it.  Some guys are like that.

I wasn't any older than 14, the first time I was throat fucked.  I was on
my knees giving this man a blow job.  His hands were holding my head so he
could work my mouth up and down his cock.

Then he tipped my head slightly to the side and he rammed his cock all the
way down my throat.  I panicked.  I was scared.  It hurt.  I couldn't
breathe.  I pushed against his body, but he held firm.  His pubes were
smashed against my face.

Then I just relaxed.  Sometimes that's the best you can do.  Just stop
fighting and hope that it's over soon.  When he felt me give up, he began a
slow fuck of my throat.  It seemed like hours before he jizzed all over my
face and into my eyes.

I was still about 14 when I drank my first mouthful of piss.  I had a
regular and he said he would train me to be his piss whore.  He put his
cock in my mouth and filled it up with his urine.  When it was full, I was
supposed to swallow it and he'd give me another mouthful of his piss.

But it wasn't that easy.  Not at first.  I thought his piss tasted vile.
And I would gag and retch and piss would come out of my nose.  And
sometimes I would puke it up.  But he was patient and he would wait until I
was done.  Then he would put his cock back in my mouth, and we'd start
again.

He wanted to piss up into my gut, too.  He said that he wanted me to sleep
in his bed, so that when he woke up, he could release his morning piss
straight up my bum hole and into my guts.  But I wouldn't fucking do that.

Going to sleep now.

Bogan
nifty.bogan@protonmail.com