Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 20:23:38 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: peaches

[note to readers; the characters "Peaches" and "Tempest Williams" are from
a story previously told in PRECINCT-23, located in the gay/authoritarian
section of Nifty]

PEACHES

	From the moment I was born, I was gay. My childhood was just like
any other boy my age with a father, a mother, and 3 older brothers. Damon
was the oldest, followed by Nathan, Jerome, and then me (my name was Darryl
back then). We were the "Walker boys", sons of Ronald and Leslie Walker.
Things were fine and carefree for the first several years of my life, up
until the moment I reached elementary school age, and daddy started to
notice how much of a "lil' sissy" I was. That's what he used to call me in
public, we'd be out at the movies or shopping in the mall or visiting
relatives, and he'd call us all over by name, except when he got to me and
would addressed me as "lil' girl" or "sissy boy". I remember being so
embarrassed by the names every time my brothers would laugh at me. Mom used
to tell daddy to stop calling me those names, but he always insisted he
would once I stopped acting like one.
	While my brothers were into playing sports, rough housing, and
playing video games at the local arcadia, I was always up in my mother's
closet playing dress up in her clothes. Dad caught me several times wearing
her high heel shoes, her wigs, or sporting one of her dresses in the
mirror. The first few times he caught me he beat my ass so hard that I
couldn't sit for 2 days. But once he noticed the beatings were doing no
good, that it was simply in my nature to play with girl things, he stopped
abusing me and let me do whatever I pleased.
	One time I remember I was wearing one of mommy's wigs, and putting
on her lips stick when daddy walked in. He looked down at me sitting at her
vanity, shook his head shamefully, then walked out of the room. A few
seconds later he returned, asking me if I really liked dressing up like
mommy.

"Yes, daddy, I do." I explained with a smile as sweet as honey. Dad sighed,
then walked away.
	Another time I remember I was taking a bath with my brother
Jerome. We were playing with our water proof boats and rubber duckies, when
daddy burst in wanting to use the toilet. Jerome continued playing with our
toys, while my attention was focused on the long dark tool sticking out of
daddy's shorts. I watched him pee into the toilet, my eyes burning through
the fat phallus lying limp outside of his fly. Daddy caught me looking, but
made no attempt to hide his meat. I was transfixed as I watched him dabble
off the last few drops of urine, before leaving us alone to bathe.

	One Christmas holiday we went over to grampa's house to visit. I
couldn't have been no more than 5 or 6 at the time, when mom decided she
wanted a family photo with grampa dressed as Santa Clause. We all gathered
around gramps as he sat in his favorite Easy Chair. None of my brothers
wanted to sit in gramp's lap, so mom insisted I do it. Upon sitting in his
lap, I felt something long and hard poking me in my bottom. I didn't know
what it was, and wiggled around on top of it to find a comfortable
spot. "Stop wiggling, Darryl!" called mom, adjusting the focus in her
camera. I ignored her as I continued to squirm. "Say cheese!" said mom as
my brothers all struck action poses. SNAP went the camera, taking the
picture. "I didn't tell you boys to make those poses! Do it again!" said
mom, angrily. We waited while she readjusted the film and the focus. I
squirmed more in gramp's lap, feeling the hard thing rub back and forth
against my buttock as it started to throb. "Stop wiggling, Darryl! Say
cheese!" yelled mom. I heard grampa groan just as mom snapped the
picture. She had a Polaroid back then, so it only took a few minutes for
the picture to develop fully. After mom viewed the picture, seeing the
erotic look of ecstasy on grampa's face as he came in his pants, she yanked
me up off his lap only to find a big wet stain in the crotch of his red
velvet Santa suit. Before gramps could explain, mom gathered us outside on
the curb and made us all wait for dad to come by to pick us up. After that,
I only remember seeing grampa at funerals.

	We lived in a Housing Development, now more commonly known as "The
Projects". Our neighborhood was dangerous, though we didn't know so as
children. We'd be in the street playing "tag" or "hide and seek", when a
car would suddenly fly by doing 90 with police cars following. Gun shots
(which sounds like firecrackers) could always be heard nearby. Whenever
shooting started, my mom would quickly gather us up into the house. Drug
dealers owned the corners, and street gangs ruled the streets. If you
didn't belong to one of the gangs, you got beat up until you did. My oldest
brother Damon joined a gang by the time he reached junior high. Mom was
furious, but dad said it would help make a man out of him. Dad used to
belong to a gang when he was younger, and claimed they had taught him some
skillful tool to survive; like stealing, robbing people, and holding up
liquor stores. In fact, my dad got arrested no long after for doing just
that. When he got convicted again for the second time, he left my mother
alone with 4 mouths to feed. Mom was desperate for cash, but didn't have
the education nor the skills to get a good paying job. After working long
hours for very little pay, she ended up selling her body for money just to
support us.
	By then both Damon and Nathan were heavy into gangs, stealing cars,
selling drugs, petty theft, you name it. I saw mom bringing men home while
me and my other brother Jerome watched TV or did our homework. They'd
disappear into mom's bedroom for 30 minutes or so, and we'd sometimes hear
them making loud moaning noises. Then the men would always leave, usually
without saying a word to us. Mom would come out dressed in her house robe,
to make sure we were fed or entertained before the next guy would knock on
the door.

	Word got around quickly that my mother was a prostitute. Kids used
to tease us about it all the time. Damon and Nathan (and even Jerome) would
fight people who called our mother a "hooker", but I was the youngest and
didn't really know what they meant. So whenever men would come over, I
started peeking through the keyhole to see what they were doing. I'd see
some man lying back naked on my mother's bed, with her kneeling between his
legs sucking his big dick, -or her on her back with some guy on top of her
fucking, -or some dude's head down between her legs as he licked her nasty
parts. I'd always get aroused while watching, but would always focus more
on the men than my mother, though I'd always study how she managed to
swallow so much of them without throwing up.
	By the age of 9, I started imitating her. I remember one day while
I was walking home from the store with a loaf of bread, a group of older
boys started to tease me and call me "fag" names because I couldn't help
switching while I walked. I ignored them as I continued on my way. One of
them (a really cute one) ran up to me and asked if it was true that my
mother was a prostitute in the projects. I was insulted by the question,
but bedazzled by his looks, so I answered him "yes". He asked me if I'd
ever seen my mother give head, and I told him the truth. I could see his
own dick starting to rise in his pants, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of
it. When he reached down and groped himself, he asked if I knew how to give
head too. I said yes, hoping it would lead to something. And it did. Soon
after, I found myself on my knees in the back of the school where older
boys go to smoke cigarettes and drink beer. He pulled out his big dick
(which was about 7 inches in real life), and hung it outside his pants for
me to suck. Reluctantly I began licking and kissing it. Then I started
doing what I'd seen mommy doing to men, and took it into my mouth. The guy
moaned like the men mom be sucking, so I got a little more aggressive and
went further down on it. I estimate the guy to only be around 15 to 17, so
he came rather quickly, far too soon for my tastes, as I'd just really
started getting into it. When he came, his dick throbbed in my mouth,
filling it with a thick creamy substance. "Swallow it..." he moaned,
looking down at me through lustful eyes. "...it's cum!" I did as I was
told, swallowing my first load of hot sperm. And that was the start of my
sexual journey.

	I went home that day (forgetting the bread in the school yard) with
the taste of his sperm in my mouth and his dick on my mind. He must have
told his buddies, because the very next day when he asked me to meet him
back up behind the school, there was about 5 of them waiting for me. "My
friends wanted to know if you'd suck their dicks too?" he asked. He was so
cute that I could resist him. I spent the next hour on my knees sucking
teen dick. They must have all cum twice apiece, using my mouth as their
personal cumdump. For the next several months I became their regular dick
sucker, sucking whenever and whoever they told me to. They started taking
me into their homes (or hangouts) for private parties, making me do more
than just give head. Soon they were fucking me in my butt too, sticking
their hard dicks up my ass and fucking me front and back at the same
time. I learned how to please a variety of dicks by using different styles
and techniques. Not everybody liked the same things, so I learned an
arsenal of sexual positions to accommodate even the fussiest fuckers. By
the time I was as teenager, I was turning more tricks than my mother.

	I remember the first time my brother Damon found out I was getting
fucked. He belonged to a gang, and ended up at one of the sex parties I was
performing at. When he saw me sandwiched between two guys getting my mouth
and ass rammed full of hard dick at age 10, he went ballistic and started
beating them up. He yanked me from the floor and dragged me out of that
house naked and whipped my ass right there on the sidewalk as if he were my
daddy. Then he took me home and put me on punishment. By then mom was
little more than a crack addict, fucking for her next hit of the pipe so it
was up to Damon to take control. He made me go to school and do my homework
so I would end up dropping out like he did. When Damon was killed in a drug
related drive-by shooting a few years later, I felt my world collapse in
around me. Not one week later, my brother Nathan was also killed by the
same guys after he tried seeking revenge. My mom buried both her boys in
one huge funeral. Dad couldn't get out of jail to attend, but grampa did. I
hadn't seen him in years. He offered to take us in and raise us for my
mother, but only Jerome went. I stayed to help my mom cope. She ended up
passing a few years later of a drug overdose, leaving me to find for myself
at age 14.

	By 15 I had started buying and wearing women's clothing, enjoying
the way a sexy pair of tight jeans or a mini skirt made me feel as opposed
to boys clothes. At first I would only wear the clothes late at night when
there weren't a lot of people on the streets. I'd gotten approached by more
than a few men who didn't know I was really a guy until they got up close
and I started to speak. Some of them got angry and turned off, while others
(most in fact) didn't seem to care and continued to talk to me until they
had me up in some alley sucking their dicks or fucking my ass. But then I
got bolder and started wearing the clothes all the time after I dropped out
of high school. I learned I could make some fast money from men willing to
pay for a blow job in the backseat of their car or a quick fuck at a cheap
motel, so what did I need with an education?
	After my mother died and I was evicted because she had been stopped
paying rent a long time ago, so I started hookering full time. I rented a
room in a halfway house and made money turning tricks day and night. The
landlord even got in on it several times, as did many of the men living
there. Then one day while I was working one of the straight clubs downtown
(a working girl could get a lot of tricks if she waits around long enough
after the straight clubs closes and most of them men who didn't score with
the ladies don't feel like going home alone...;-), when I ran into this
slightly scary looking man dressed in a white suit and cool cap. He was
looking too fly as he emerged from the club alone.

"Want some company, baby?" I asked, turning on the charm. Crazy's crazy,
but money's money. If this dude was willing to pay, I was willing to play.
	He looked over at me, then chuckled. "What's so funny?" I asked. I
knew I was looking fine with my shortest denim dress, my matching blue
pumps, my sequence top, and my "Kelly Garrett" wig from Charlie's
Angels. So what was he laughing at?

"You're a guy, right?" he asked, blowing my cover instantly. I thought he
would be mad and curse me out of threaten to kick my ass, but he
didn't. "It's kewl. I don't mind. I think you got a good game going on
here!" he complimented, walking up to me with a heavy gangster stroll. This
guy looked too smooth to be your average joe, I didn't want to get caught
up fucking with some serious gangster crackpot with a gun and a grudge to
bare. "I bet you get a lot of play from drunk guys who've had too much to
drink, right? The ones that can't tell you're not a real woman?" I said
nothing, as I tried to figure him out. He circled me, looking me over as if
inspecting a piece of furniture. "Not bad. Nice ass, long legs, small
waist, cute face, full fuckable lips..., you know how to use them lips
gurl?" he challeneged.

"Why don't you let me show you?" I asked, ready to stop playing and make
some money.

"Okay..." he said, unzipping his pants as he reached in and pulled out his
limp dick.

"Are you crazy??" I asked, looking around to see if anyone was
looking. There were only a few people on the street at the time, as the
club music was still thumping through the walls.

"I thought you wanted to show me your skills?" he smirked, cockily.

"I do..., but not here! We could get arrested!" I said, alternating looking
at his dick, and looking out for cop cars.

"I got a place I could take you, but I want to make sure you're worth the
trip." he said. "I want to make sure you know what you're doing before I
take you home and rock your world. I don't take amateurs home with me!"

"You're crazy!" I laughed nervously, watching a straight couple walk by
us. He continued to stand there with his dick hanging out in the open.

"So you gonna do this or what?" he asked, getting impatient.

"I must be crazy too..." I said under my breath as I got down on my knees
in front of him, and lifted his long limp dick towards my mouth. I took a
deep breath, then dove forth, taking it all into my mouth. He stood there
watching while I bobbed my head back and forth in his crotch, sliding my
lips up and down the soft phallus and bathing it in warm spit. Soon it
started to rise and thicken between my lips. I got excited as his dick grew
and grew, curving slightly to the left. I estimated it to be between 9 and
10 inches, long and thick with a little hood. When it got to full mast, I
looked up into his eyes to make sure he was watching, then I swallowed him
all the way down to his balls -whole.

"Yeah..., that's what I'm talkin bout!" he groaned as I ground my lipstick
into his pubic hairs. Another couple walked by, leaving from the club as I
continued to suck. "Damn you're good!" he sighed, leaning back against a
parked car while I followed him on my knees. "Finish me off here, and I'll
take you home and fuck the shit out of you real good!" he promised.
	Throwing caution to the wind, I went to work! I bobbed my head
faster, taking more and more of his dick deeper into my throat with every
downward stroke. I used nothing but my mouth, lips, and tongue on his dick,
never once touching it with my hands. I knew guys like him rarely got their
dicks deep throated, as most people like to use their hands on the shaft
while sucking only the top half. When he locked his fingers into my wig and
started face fucking me roughly, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

	I could hear people laughing and making off colored commits as they
walked by us. One guy even told his girlfriend to "take notes" as they
stood and watched for a moment. I could feel my wig slipping in his hands
as he got wilder and fucked my face harder. Spit drooled down from my lips
as I fought to keep him in my mouth without scraping him with my teeth. He
was piercing my throat with long strokes, fucking the long part of my neck
with each plunge and making me deep throat him continuously. I knew my
makeup was ruined. He cupped my head with one hand, pulling my face into
his groin as he bent down over me to reach behind me and feel my ass. He
lifted my short skirt, exposing my plump brown ass and pink thong. I felt
his free hand squeezing my butt cheeks, slapping the solid mounds as he
ground his meat around in my throat like a butter churner. When he was done
molding me, he stood upright and resumed my face fucking.
	I knew guys were staring down at my ass while they walked by as I
sucked dick right there in the open on the sidewalk. The club would be
closing soon, which meant there would be an influx of people pouring from
the club doors at any minute. While I didn't mind being an exhibitionist, I
really didn't want to be a laughing stock when 200 people of more came
piling out of there.

	Luckily I started to feel the guy's dick throb as he fucked me. I
surrendered my mouth to him, allowing him to fuck it anyway he saw fit to
get him off as quickly as possible. His balls slapped into my chin over and
over as drool dribbled down the front of my blouse. "Fuck gurl...you think
you can take this load?" he asked, nearly daring me to. I wanted it, -of
that I had no doubt. After working this hard for his cum, I'd be pissed if
he didn't give it to me.
	He fucked my mouth for another full minute before he pulled my head
into his crotch, lodging his thick dick down into the curve of my throat. I
felt his dick pulsate, then felt it spurting hot creamy gobs of sweet salty
sperm straight down into my throat. The cum poured down into my stomach as
his dick pulsed in my gullet with the speed of a heartbeat. "aaahhhhhh
yeeeaaaahhhh...!!" he moaned. I could hear one or two men behind me clap in
applause as he drained his balls. When he was finally done, he pulled his
dick from my mouth, then helped me up to my wobbly feet. Several of the men
watching had huge smiles on their faces, and big bulges in their pants
while the women scoffed at me like some cheap whore (I'm always being
typecast).

	After tucking his dick and adjusting my mini skirt, he decided to
do me the honors of taking me home to fuck me. I followed him to his car
which was parked down the block. Once inside he asked me my name. I told
him it was "Peaches". He introduced himself as "Tempest Williams".

"What kind of name is Tempest?" I asked, as he started his car and pulled
out of his parking spot.

"Well, in the dictionary it means `uproar'..." he said calm and coolly.

"So I take it you have a mean streak?" I asked, checking my makeup in the
mirror.

"Let's hope you never see it." he smiled, making my skin crawl with goose
bumps.

	His apartment was a shithole, no better than the tiny room for rent
I had at the halfway house. But it was his, and it was private. I thought
we'd get right down to it once we got into his apartment (time IS money),
but instead he wasted to talk more. He offered me a beer, then sat me down
and talked. He asked me about my life, and how I got to be where I am now?
He asked me where I wanted to go with my life, and if I wanted to be a girl
for real in real life? I told him all about myself, then told him I would
love to be a real woman. Tempest told me about his life's story; about how
his mother died in child birth having him (she was a hooker too, and he
never really knew who his real father was). How he was raised in foster
homes where he was molested and ran away until he was sent to a juvenile
center where he was forced to live until he was 17 [all told in chapter #3
of "Precinct-23"]. He told me how he ended up selling drugs for a living,
since he had no real education and no family to help support him. He told
me of his ambitions to become one of the biggest, baddest, drug lords in
the city. He told me how he planed to be rich by the time he was 25. He
knew he would never grow old and die (knowing he would die an early death
of street violence), so his ambitions were all made for immediate short
goals.
	We talked for hours, finding out that we had a lot in common
(mostly bad luck and bad karma). Afterwards he made me do a striptease for
him, stripping naked while he sat and watched. After I was done, he laid me
out on his bed, then ate my pussy for 30 full minutes, shoving his tongue
and 4 fingers up into me until he had be begging him for dick.

	Tempest put me in doggy position, then rammed his big hard curved
dick all the way up inside of me. I literally screamed, but his dick felt
so good after anticipating it for the last few hours, that I nearly came
from penetration. He held onto my trim waist as he immediately started to
pound in and out of me with deep, strong, hard, penetrating strokes. My
asshole felt totally mauled as his huge dick pumped in and out of me. I
grunted, gasped, and moaned heatedly as it rocketed through me like a
battering ram. I'd been fucked by hundreds of men, but rarely have I found
one that fucks the way Tempest Williams does. His dick is like a runaway
train, never stopping as it crashes and plows straight through
everything. My poor anal muscles had no defense against it. Tempest took
control over my body and entrails as if he owned them. He didn't ask for
sex, he took it.
	After about 15 minutes of deep doggy style, he pushed me forward
onto my stomach and fucked me. My own hard 9 inch dick lay flat against his
silk sheets, rubbing back and forth against the smooth fabric as he fucked
me from behind on top. When he leaned down and began suckling my neck like
a vampire, I lost it, shooting my load all over his bed sheets.

"You came?" he asked, still working his dick in and out of my ass.

"Yes..." I gasped, my asshole flexing wildly on his dick. I expected him to
cum right then as most men do once my anal pussy starts milking them, but
he didn't, he continued to plow me in that position for another 10 minutes
before he pulled me onto my side.
	Lifting one leg up onto his shoulder, he kept on plunging his thick
curved dick in and out of me. I'd never been so thoroughly fucked before by
someone so long winded, I didn't know how much more my pussy could take
before it broke down on me. Tempest rolled me onto my back in missionary
position with my legs somewhere around his ribcage, then continued to fuck
me. In this position we were face to face. My dick was rock hard again,
throbbing against my flat belly as he fucked me like a woman. He leaned
down and pulled my fake tits and padded bra aside to suck one of my
nipples, biting and torturing it lustfully and making it stand totally
erect as he worked his way over towards the other. I loved having my
nipples sucked like a lady, and he was an expert at it for sure. When he
finally straightened back up, he rose up on his forearms as if doing
pushups, and humped into me faster. I grabbed his waist as he fucked me
like a jackhammer, pumping relentlessly as he drove that big thick dick up
and through me again and again. My vision blurred as my eyes went glossy
with lust. I barely saw him leaning forward to kiss me, until I felt his
lips on mine. His tongue entered my mouth as he began kissing me
passionately. I could taste his spit, his last cigarette, the beer he
drank, even my own ass in his mouth as we locked lips and tongues.

"OH FUCK...!" I gasped into his mouth as I started shooting another load
all over my own chest and stomach as his dick pounded at my bruised
prostate.

"You like that dick, don't you baby?" he asked, breaking the sloppy kiss
but never once slowing his stroke for even one minute.

"Yes daddy...I love it!" I choked between breathes.

"You want to be my gurl? You want me to take care of you?" he asked out of
the blue? At first I didn't know what he meant, as my ears were ringing
with sirens and bells. "Do you want to work for me? By my bitch? I could
pimp for you, watch your back, make sure you looked after!" he offered. I
wasn't sure if I needed a pimp, I'd been doing well enough on my own for
years. "I could put you up, give you a nice place to stay! You know I'm
gonna be blowing up in a few years..., you could be the first to get
onboard!" he temped.

"Okay..." I said, delirious by the fucking he was giving me.
	Satisfied with my answer, Tempest shoved his hips into my ass and
held it there. A split second later, I felt his dick swell, then felt it
throb and jump inside me like a huge fat sausage frying in a hot skillet.
He groaned like a hungry lion as he started filling my pussy with cum. We
were both screaming like banshees as he orgasm inside me, and my anal
muscles milked him of every drop.

	He lay on top of me for a long while, his chest pressed flat
against mine as our hearts pounded wild African beats and our breathing
slowly returned to normal. I felt his dick finally start to shrink inside
me, plopping out after nearly 10 minutes of twitching inside me. He kissed
me some more, making me feel special and alive. Sure I'd been fucked
before, but this felt different. This felt as close to...(dare I say
it?)...love, as I ever felt possible. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty
back, hugging him close to me as we fell asleep.

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