Date: Sun, 26 May 2013 17:54:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Bud Buddy Subject: Slutty Kid Goes to the City Pt. 1 WARNING: This story Ð a fictional one - contains sexually explicit parts involving sex between a minor and adults. Do not read the contents if it will offend you. If accessing this story causes you to break local laws (village, town, city, county, province, state, or country, etc.), please leave now. Any characters portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anyone living or dead. All rights reserved. All parts of these documents are © Copyright 2013 Suckbuddy and may not be reproduced in any form without the author's consent. Nifty.org has permission to reproduce it on their website. Anyone wishing to contact me can do so at suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com I especially like to hear from other sluts like me and from mean black guys and older, big dicked daddies who like to fuck a hot hairy ass. Please take the time to donate to this awesome archive by going to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Slutty Kid Goes to the City By: Suckbuddy420 I'm a grown man now, 47 years old, 6'2", hairy all over and a tough looking fucker. I still like to get my ass fucked though, just like I have ever since I got fucked for the first time by a truck driver at the tender age of 13. I had been sucking cock regularly for a while at that point. The first cock I ever sucked was a cousin of mine, named Josh. I was 9, he was 12 and was staying with us for the summer. My parents owned a motel in a small town along I-10 in the Mojave Desert. I am the youngest of 6 kids so my folks had their hands full and my aunt had 7 kids of her own so her and my mom would regularly swap a few kids, just to mix things up. I was always most glad when Josh would come to stay. He was a boy and close enough to my age that had a great time together. After we started to play around with each other we managed to manipulate our harried mothers so that we got more and more time together. I was a real slut from the beginning. From the moment Josh taught me to jerk off, it was obvious to both of us that I was the "submissive" in the relationship. Whenever we got the chance we would sneak away or lock the door and we quickly advanced from jerking off, to jerking each other off to me sucking his much bigger dick. I loved his dick, and as we grew older, it got bigger, until the last time we fucked around, when he was 19 and I was 16, it was a little over 9 inches when hard. I know. I measured it. By then he was fucking me regularly with his man-sized cock. But by then I was getting fucked by most of the truck drivers that came through the place. I think I might have been partially responsible for the family business doing so well. Trucker's are a fraternal lot, they pass word of good diners, good gas prices, good lot lizards and apparently good boypussy. My cock grew too, of course, but it stopped getting longer at 6 1/2 inches, but just kept getting wider until, when it stopped growing it was a solid tree stump of a cock. Josh used to fuck with me and tell me that it was a good thing I liked getting fucked in the ass, cause there weren't many women or men that could take that log in their holes. I even tried to get Josh to move to San Francisco with me and be roommates when I graduated from high school. I wanted us to live like lovers. He turned me down and that was the last time he fucked me. I remember that he told me it was obvious that I would never be happy with just one cock and that he was straight and planned to get married and have kids, 7 of them as it turned out. So he cut it off, telling me that he loved me and all that, cause I was his cousin, but the sex thing was just about me being an easy hole. He had a girlfriend now and was planning to marry her, she had a real pussy and he loved fucking her and wanted to fuck only her. He was my cousin, and I loved him so I understood. We still talk on the phone and I tell him some of my adventures. I'm pretty sure he is jerking off while we talk, maybe remembering how good my hairy pussy felt wrapped around his cock, and I think... maybe someday... Anyway, that's not what this story's about. That's just a little exposition to let you know that I am a whore through and through. No this story occurs during the year that my folks decided that I was gifted and needed to go away to a Catholic boarding school in Phoenix, AZ. I was to be in the eighth grade. I was 14 years old. I had been getting fucked pretty non-stop for a year at that point and my appetite for cock was pretty big. But I was getting bored with school and as much as I had a hunger for cock in my boy-pussy, I also had a hunger for knowledge. I was too smart for my own good, as my grandma used to say. I was cool with it, being an adventurous little fucker, except for that I would miss my truckers, and the whole Catholic thing freaked me out a little. It turns out I didn't have to worry about that. I ended up having as much cock thrown to me in Phoenix as I did at home. It was the big city after all and a bright kid with a hunger for cock can find himself in a LOT of compromising situations, especially in the seventies. I look back on that decade that started when I was 5 and ended when I was 15 as the "anything goes" decade. It was a pretty sleazy time. But a bright boy like me knew how to flourish in that environment. I got as much cock as a ten dollar whore on a Saturday night. You're probably thinking at this point that I'm gonna tell you about all the priest cock I sucked and got banged by, and there was some of that, and some of the older boys at the school got into my hole as well, but no. Most of the action happened late at night, a mile away from the school, in one of the nastiest, adult bookstore/motels that I have ever encountered. I think it's because of that place that I have a full out fetish for getting fucked in motel rooms and never pass an ABS, ever, unless I'm with someone else and then I make a note of it and come back later. It's almost an obsession with me. The day I arrived at the school my parents took me out and bought me a brand new ten speed bike. It was a beauty and I loved it. I still have that bike. I don't ride it much but sometimes I stare at it and remember all the times I had ridden it down McDowell Road in Phoenix, trying not to sit on the pointy seat cause my ass was so raw from getting fucked by the guys that hung out at the ABS. I don't remember the name of the Adult Bookstore/Arcade/Twin Theater/Motel, but if any of the readers out there know or remember it, let me know please. I've never come across another place like it. I first noticed it about a week after school started. I was pretty horny by then, having found no cock to suck at all yet. I was in a bus, on our first field trip when, less than a mile from the school we passed the ABS. I knew right then that I had to check it out and that very night I snuck out of the student dorms and road my bike down to the busy road at 11 pm. I was so hungry for cock that I wasn't even thinking about my age or anything. It was like I was following the scent of cock, tracking down the scent. I just rode my bike there and went in. The front was tiny, just a small store with adult books, magazines, and toys and a counter where a 40ish daddy type was sitting. He had the 70's mustache, open shirt showing tons of chest hair and some gold chains, he had on tight polyester pants that showed off a tremendous bulge, and he was smoking a cigarette... ah the seventies. There was another guy standing there leaning on the counter smoking a swisher sweet. I loved the smell of those little cigars, they reminded me of a couple of my favorite truckers back home. The guy smoking the swisher was black and very tall, about 6'4. He was dressed in dirty jeans, work shirt, boots and a trucker cap. I figured he was the driver of one of the semi's I saw parked behind the building when I was locking my bike up. I also noticed that they both wore wedding rings. I was worried that the clerk was going to ask my age so I turned my back to him and started looking at the books and toys hanging from the walls. I had some cash in my pocket and this was the perfect opportunity to stock up. I chose an eight inch black dildo and some lube, and three gay paperback "novels". The paperbacks where titled: "Trucker's Whore", "Bookstore Boyslut", and "Daddy's Boy". I also added the new issue of "Black Inches" to the mix. I loved jerking off to nasty stories and photos of huge black dicks. Still do. While I shopped, the guys were talking about the trucker's night and the bullshit he dealt with at the warehouse he unloaded at, how he was happy that he was done for the night and it was good to be back in his favorite motel for the layover before he had to leave the next day. I glanced over at this point and noticed that the plastic diamond key tag was hanging out of the right pocket of his greasy jeans. I took note that the key had the number 10 on it. I also couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be a fucking python running down the guys left thigh. I stole glances at it as I shopped, laughing to myself that it was like he was advertising the size of his cock, although it did look like his cock was even bigger than that! I could tell that they were checking me out too. I was big for my age, nearly six feet tall and already pretty hairy, a little chubby, with a bit of fuzz on my upper lip which I thought could help me pass for 18. The clerk hadn't kicked me out yet, so that was a good sign. I screwed up my courage and walked up to the counter with my choices. I laid them all out on the counter and the clerk and the guy standing there looked them and me over for a sec. "How old are you, boy?" The clerk asked. "I just turned 18 yesterday." I said quickly. "Some pretty hefty purchases for such a youngster." The clerk said, smiling down at me from his tall stool. The trucker chuckled. "Well, it seems like the kid knows what he wants." The trucker said with a little bit of a sneer on his lips as he looked down at my purchases. I looked down at what I had laid out on the counter and realized that I had laid the black dildo package on top of the copy of Black inches. I looked back up at the trucker and he was staring me down. I dropped my eyes like a good slut and was rewarded with the sight of his huge black hand slowly rubbing and tugging at the massive bulge in his dirty jeans. I looked back up in his eyes and he winked at me as he turned to the clerk and said, "Look at all the hair on this little stud, Frank, bet he'd be real popular around here. Hell you should hire this little fucker to be your maid and clean up the rooms and shit." "I can't, I'm still a senior in high school." I lied. I pulled a twenty out of the pocket of my tight, cut off, corduroy shorts, pushing them down a bit in the process, and allowing my hairy crack to make an appearance. I hoped the trucker noticed. I laid the twenty on top of the dildo and that seemed to make up Franks mind. He started ringing up the items and putting them in a bag. When he picked up the dildo, he looked at me and smiled. "You know the ten incher is just 4 dollars more, and if you buy over twenty dollars worth of merchandise, you get a free entry into the theater" Frank said. It was my turn to chuckle as I knew an up-sell when I heard one. The trucker also laughed a little around the little stogie in his mouth. I reached in my pocket and grabbed another ten, pulling my shorts down another inch in the process. I reached over and put the ten on the counter, then took the dildo Frank was holding out at me and turned around to grab the bigger one. The trucker let out a soft little whistle when I turned around and gave them both a glimpse of my hairy ass crack. I have always had a nice ass, round and hairy, ready to get pumped full of cream. I grabbed the bigger dildo and handed it back to Frank. I noticed that the trucker moved around so that he could see my ass better, so I pushed it out like a bitch in heat. "Um...UUUmm.", he said quietly as I took my change and bag from Frank the clerk. The air was charged with sexual tension. I felt like any second one or both of these hot fuckin daddies were gonna jump on me and give me a good fucking. I stood there for a second, holding the bag and then asked, politely, "Excuse me, Mr. Frank, Sir. Would it be possible for me to leave this bag up here with you while I check out the theater?" I gave him my best "I'll do anything for you if you do me this favor" look. Frank laughed and so did the trucker. "How can I say no to that face?" Frank chuckled and took the bag back. "I'll do you one better." he said, "If you'll watch the register for me for a few minutes, Ty, I'll give this boy a personal tour of the arcade, then when I get back you can show him around the rest of the facility. Seeing as how this is your first time in an adult establishment, I'll show ya the ropes. "Sure thing. Sounds like a hell of a plan." the black trucker said as he traded places with Frank. When Frank stood up I realized that he, too was a really tall man, almost as tall as Ty the trucker, probably about 6'3 or so, but unlike the trucker he was lanky and hairy as fuck. I noticed that he had a tattoos that I could just see peeking out from his rolled up sleeves. One of them looked like a USMC symbol. Hot. Oh man, and that bulge looked so thick in those tight, beige, polyester pants. It snaked down his leg, every vein exposed on his fat shaft. Hell I could even tell he was uncut! He reached down and adjusted his bulge with his big hairy hand and that wedding ring glinted in the light. I broke my gaze from his crotch and looked up at him meeting a look of hunger in his eyes and a dirty smile on his lips. I loved that look. I was used to seeing it on the faces of the truckers taking a swim at the hotel when they realized that this kid couldn't take his eyes off of the cock in their suits. "I really appreciate that, Sir." I said. Frank walked through the beaded curtains that led to the arcade area. I followed him eagerly. Just as I walked through the curtains, I turned back to look at Ty who was obviously watching my ass as I exited the room. I smiled back at him and reaching back, I pulled my shorts all the way down in the back exposing the hairy orbs of my 14 year old ass, and ran my fingers along my crack pulling it apart and exposing my horny little pucker to the big, handsome, married black trucker. "Damn. That's some pretty fucking pussy baby." I heard him say in his deep voice as I went through the curtains into the arcade, leaving my ass exposed as I followed Frank into the dimly lit corridor of booths. I could smell the scent of his strong after shave as I wafting behind him. "These are the video booths." Frank said, lighting another cigarette as I followed him down the long corridor of booths. "There are five double booths on each side, twenty in all. Each room shows a different video." He stopped and pointed to the outside wall of one of the booths. There were two frames hanging there. Each had a small version of a porno poster. The two that he showed me were hot. One had a milky white, huge tittied woman with a ridiculously large black cock rammed halfway into her mouth. The other had a black soldier fucking a hot, hairy white guy. "It costs a quarter for 2 minutes." Frank continued as he walked back to the last booth. He stepped back and said "have a seat, I'll spot you a movie" I moved past him as he fished a couple of quarters out of his pocket. I stopped just past him in the tight little entrance to the booth, and turned my head back to look up at him. I knew that he was able to see my exposed ass like I wanted him too. "Thank you, Frank, Sir, for showing me the ropes. I know you didn't have too." I said. "I love your store already." I smiled up at he and he reached down and fondled my ass with his big hairy hand. " I can tell you do, baby." He leaned down and said into my ear as his fingers found the crack of my ass and started to enter it, searching for that hot, tight, teen hole. He found it and flicked his fingers across it. I leaned forward slightly as he did that and reached back grabbing onto his now rock hard cock through his pants. Man, that was a big fucker. I needed to get that cock in my mouth or ass right now. I dropped to my knees and started to unbuckle his pants right there in the tight space. He just stood above me, ruffled my hair and said "That's it baby. I could tell you were a hot fucking slut the second you walked in here. Open up daddy's pants and pull out that big daddy dick, honey. Mmm...yeah, love seeing those big eyes of yours looking up at me as you open my pants, bitch. You ever suck a cock before, boy?" He asked and I nodded. "That's good, baby, cause I need a good blowjob." I pulled that long, log of married cockmeat out of his open fly and it was so hard that it smacked me across the face and then just stood there, hard and straight as a flag pole. 8 or so inches of fat, meat, the skin on the head pulled most of the way back and hanging loose, a big drip of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I licked the head of his cock, sucking up the tasty liquid and took the head of his daddy cock into my wet 15 year old mouth, loving the cheese I found under the skin as I flicked my tongue under it. I looked up at him like a whore licking the head of his cock and humming like a contended kitten. I had learned this move from some of the guys I sucked off at home. They liked it when I looked up at them and hummed on their cocks. So did Frank. "Oh yeah, bitch. You have some tricks up your sleeve. I like that. How long you been sucking daddy dick boy?" He asked keeping his cockhead in my mouth and looking down at me. "Since I was nine." I said around his cock. "And how old are you now, cunt? And don't tell me that you're eighteen." he looked down at me pissed off. I was afraid to tell him the truth, but something about the glint in his eye told me that he hoped I was younger, so I told the truth. "14" I said around his cockhead. Then started suckling that head even more lovingly, hoping that he wouldn't pull away and kick my ass out. "Oh. Hell yeah." He said instead. A wide grin across his face. "I got a boy your age at home, bitch, but he don't take care of his daddy the way you do, honey. I want you to start bobbing your head down on your daddy's cock boy." He pushed it in another inch and I felt him knocking at the opening of my throat. "That's a good boy, suck your poppa's prick, baby, open up that throat and take daddy in." I did just that and he sunk all the way home. I knew all along that I could take him but I loved the look of surprise on his face as I gazed up at him with his entire cock in my mouth. "Oh honey. You know what daddy needs don't you, you little slut. You're real good at that, baby, it feels real good for daddy to have his hard prick all the way in your nasty kid throat." he started pumping in and out a few inches allowing me to breath a little and I loved the way the skin of his cock moved in my throat. I kept gazing up at him with lust and submission as he wrapped his big hand around the back of my head and clutched a handful of my longish, curly hairy. He started to fuck my face, and I hummed around his cock as it thrust in and out of my wet pussy throat. Oh, fuck bitch, you're gonna be real popular around here." He said as he pulled my face into his pubes and ground them into my face. His throbbing cock began unloading his sperm into my stomach and I took it like a champ. It felt so good to be on my knees again, servicing a man who knew how to throw a hot fuck into my teen pussy throat. I milked him dry and then his softening cock slipped out of my throat and mouth with a plop. He looked at me lovingly as he reached down with his hand and using his big hairy thumb, wiped the excess cum from my cheek and chin, feeding it to me. "Here's how it's gonna work, baby." he said as I stood up and he tucked his meat back into his pants. "You see those two lights up there?" He asked pointing to the two light bulbs inside of the booth we were in. "Theres a red on and a green one. The green one is always lit, like it is now, but if you're ever back here and you see the red one go on, head back to the theater, there is a back exit in there. The red light means the cops are here. Don't worry though, they never really do anything, but if they come in back and catch you taking some cock they'll arrest you and I don't want to lose my store, so if you see that red light, zip up and exit out the back. I know all the cops that stop by here and I wouldn't worry about it, cause they only come by once a month or so. But I wanted to warn you. There's also lights in the theatre above the screen and in every room. Frank will show you those." "Thank you, daddy." I said, and we both laughed. "Good. Now you hang out here and I'll send Ty back to show you the theater and If I know him, he'll give you a tour of his room too. You get fucked, bitch?" He said, running his hand back around to squeeze my buns. "Yes Sir." I said. "I have gotten fucked a lot in the last year and I love it, especially when I get fucked by a hot, black, married daddy like Ty, Sir." His fingers were rubbing against my asshole now and I noticed that he was hard again. I reached out and rubbed his hard-on. "Do you wanna fuck me now, daddy?" I asked. "No boy. But we'll get around to that." he said pulling his fingers off my hole and smacking my ass. "Wait here. I'll get Ty. If you like a hard, rough fuck, you're gonna like Ty, boy, he can pound the hell out a hot pussy, and he can come a few times. You drink piss, cunt boy?" He asked. I nodded my head. He smiled and put his thumb back in my mouth. "Yeah, then Ty's really gonna like you, bitch. See me before you leave and I'll give you your bag of goodies. I might even add a few things in that I think you'll like." With that he turned around and walked away. I fished a cigarette out of my shorts and lit up, blowing the smoke towards the green light and thought, "I'm gonna like the big city." I stood there smoking my cigarette and waited for Ty to come back and continue my tour. To be continued...