When you live on the streets like me, you do whatever you can to stay alive--least that's how I see it. Sometimes you're not proud of it, but you do it anyway.

My name's Scotty, and I'm 14 years old. I've been out on my own since I was 12. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was 10, and Mom left. Haven't seen her since. My dad got sole custody of me, but he was a mean son of a bitch who used me as his personal punchin' bag. Not long after I turned 12, though, he kicked my ass out of the house `cause he caught me givin' an older guy from my school a blowjob in the garage. He said some shit about not havin' a faggot livin' under his roof. I told him to fuck off and left.

Yeah, guys turn me on. I love a dick in my mouth or a dick up my ass. No big deal for me. But livin' out of trash cans and sleepin' in abandoned buildings sucks. I did that for a while until I met my pimp, Jose. He takes care of me, fucks me on occasion, and made me realize what I could do with myself. You see, if you haven't guessed by now, I'm a hooker. I take on johns who need a little release with no strings attached, and frankly, I like it. Jose split's the pay with me 50/50, and I can afford to buy my own clothes and food. `Course, Jose has other little whores, but he always says I'm his favorite `cause I know how to work the clients and bring in the most money. And he says I got the best mouth and boy pussy he'd ever had his dick in.

Anyway, my base is Los Angeles, and there's an endless stream of guys who always need a place to park their dicks. I like workin' the Beverly Hills area `cause the older men there have nice houses. I get fucked in some pretty nice beds up there, and they always tip the best, especially the married ones. One guy I had was a movie producer whose wife had left on business, and he screwed me all weekend long, twice a day, and said I was so good in the sack that he left me $500 as a tip on top of my usual fuck fee, for which the horny bastard paid double without me askin'. Jose was so happy he let me keep all of the tip and put me in Beverly Hills for a whole month. Recently he had me put back near the beach, though, `cause some surfer dudes wanted to have a boy older than Jose's usual ones that he worked there, so I've been stuck trickin' there for a while. The pay's not that great, and the guys are usually airhead types just lookin' for a quick blow or an easy lay. Until the other day, I hadn't met any celebrities, though quite a few of `em got my dick up when I saw `em.

Then I met Ryan Sheckler.

He happened to be down at the beach in a skating tournament. Skater boys always get my motor runnin'. All of `em are hot with their usually long hair, "fuck it" attitude, and more than a few are well-hung. They're quick about sex, but they ride good. My pussy's usually very satisfied after a nice stretch from their cocks, and most of `em are nice as shit. I've even done a couple of freebies for two or three that bought me lunch in lieu of payment. But Ryan Sheckler...all I gotta say is damn! Now, he's a real stud.

I was down there sittin' on my usual bench dressed in my whore clothes--white wife beater, baggy-assed shorts, flip flops, white cap on backward. I had just lit up a smoke and was takin' in the scenery as well as lookin' for johns when I caught sight of Sheckler. What a stallion! It was hot, and he wasn't wearin' no shirt. His chest looked like it was chiseled outta stone, and his tattoos looked so sexy on him. He had sunglasses on, bright red baggy shorts kinda like mine, and he had a red baseball cap on. I didn't know what he was carryin' in those shorts, but I could've sworn I saw somethin' big floppin' around in there as he walked. He passed by me, and I felt my pussy tighten up--somethin' that always happens when I'm horny--and my dick started getting hard. I must've been starin' too hard at him `cause he stopped and turned to look at me. "What you lookin' at, kid?" he said.

"N-Nothin', dude," I replied nervously. "Jus' that you're fuckin' Ryan Sheckler, that's all." I took a puff of my cigarette and stomped it out on the pavement underneath me.

He smirked and came over. "I've seen you here before, little man. Just the other day." I was surprised. I hadn't noticed him before. "You took care of a buddy of mine."

My mouth fell open at this. Sheckler knew I was a whore. My mind raced to remember who I'd done in the last couple of days. I remembered getting picked up by a really hot skater dude who humped me in the back of his Camaro and bought me lunch afterwards. "Did he drive a blue Camaro?"

Ryan grinned. "Yeah. His name's Tony. Said you were a real good screw."

Since everything was out in the open, I grinned. "My pimp says I'm the best."

Ryan licked his lips. "Wanna help me out?" He discreetly reached down and placed his hand on his crotch. I could make out a very large lump there, and I could only imagine what lay beneath those shorts. Again, my asshole clenched. "I pay good," he added.

"Where?" was all I asked.

"I'm stayin' at a hotel a couple blocks from here," he said. "Whaddya say, little man?" He flashed a toothy grin.

"Why the fuck not?" I said. I got up, and we walked to his hotel. While we walked, I asked him how his competition was going, what it was like bein' famous, and all the normal shit you'd ask if you met a celeb. He actually said he liked bein' well-known, though it threw a kink in the relationship department. It was then he told me he was basically straight, but a good piece of ass is a good piece of ass, and he'd had plenty of one night stands with dudes who liked dick. He had a high sex drive, and he liked fuckin' guys `cause there was zero chance of knockin' `em up. He hated rubbers, but he said he'd use one with me `cause I was a whore. I assured him that I was safe, that I made all of my johns where a condom, and Jose had me tested regularly. When we got to his hotel room, I rubbed his chest and said, "It's been a long fuckin' time since I been barebacked, baby. I'd love to take your cum."

He had taken his sunglasses off, and his eyes had a hungry look in `em. "We'll see, little dude."

His room was gigantic but messy. Food wrappers, beer and liquor bottles, and clothes were littered over every piece of furniture in the living area. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bedroom, which was almost as messy. The bed hadn't been made up, and we sat on it. He reached in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a dime bag of weed. Rollin' a joint, he asked if I smoked pot. I usually like to stay away from drugs, `cept liquor and cigarettes, but I indulged once in a while in weed, which I told him. Ryan lit up the joint and inhaled deeply before letting me have a toke, and before long we were flyin'. We finished off two of the things before we started getting down to business.

Ryan lit up a big cigar and laid back on the bed. "I gotta warn ya, little boy. It's been nearly two weeks since I got laid. I ain't even jacked off for that long. I might get rough with ya."

I started massagin' his bulge. "No prob, man. I can handle it." His dick was getting mighty hard, and I marveled at the length and thickness I felt in that huge lump. "You safe?"

"I ain't got no diseases," he said puffin' his stogie. He looked so hot lyin' there that my ass was really twitchin' badly.

"Well, then," I said. "Let's see what kind of cock Mr. Sheckler's got." I jerked his shorts down, and he raised his hips to help me. Out popped the biggest dick I'd ever seen. I'd been fucked by black dudes that would've been ashamed to know that a white boy possessed such a weapon. It was a fuckin' anaconda of a dick, about a foot long and so wide I couldn't get my fist around it. No two ways about it--Ryan Sheckler was hung like a horse! "Fuckin' shit," I managed to squeak out. "Now that's a fuckin' cock!"

"Ever had one that big, dude?" Ryan asked grinning.

"Fuck, no," I said. I wrapped my fist around it as best I could and stroked it. "Motherfucker!"

Ryan then grabbed my head and pushed me down. "Then suck it, and don't stop `til I tell you to, bitch." His thick pecker entered my mouth, and quickly it gagged me as he forced me on it. I gurgled and tried to get off it, but he grabbed the back of my neck and held me down. "All the way, bitch!" he yelled around his cigar. "I'm payin' a lot for you, so do it!" I sputtered and choked, but his grip was too strong for me to break free. I'd taken big cocks before, but never ones this long and thick. I was suckin' in air through my nose tryin' to stay conscious, which was difficult considering I had what amounted to a baseball bat shoved down my esophagus. Ryan let out the most outrageous grunts and groans I'd ever heard, and his hips moved up as though he could possibly get any more of his dick in me. I was fuckin' smellin' his fuckin' pubes then. After holdin' me there for what seemed like forever, he let me off. I looked at his face through the tears in my eyes to find a wickedly hard Ryan Sheckler starin' back at me. "You see, you fuck hole? I like it rough. You still wanna go through with it?" He drew on the cigar, and smoke came out his flared nostrils.

I considered leavin'. I really did. But when you're a whore-for-hire, and your client is fuckin' Ryan Sheckler with a foot-long cock, you know you gotta try it at least once. I opened my mouth and said, "Fuck me, stud."

Ryan let out a whoopin' sound and bounced off the bed. He grabbed me by my head and twisted me around until my head was at the edge of the mattress. He grabbed his abnormal dick and beat my face with it. "Keep that bitch mouth open, whore. I'm drivin'." He shoved that billy club back in and proceeded to ride my face. I was still choking on that snake, but after a few minutes, it wasn't so bad. It actually tasted better'n most of the cocks I'd sucked up to that point. Ryan held onto my head with both hands and pistoned in and out, not slowin' down from the get-go. My ass was twitchin' horribly as he used me, and I knew I'd be takin' that cock deep in my cunt. Slowly, I found myself willin' to submit to anything this stud did to me. He was right--he was payin' me for my services, so he had a right to treat me any fuckin' way he wanted.

I lost track of time during that blowjob. Ryan had finished one cigar and had lit up another as he assaulted my throat. But eventually, he pulled out, beat my face with it again, and ordered me to lay back on the bed face up. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide lube and a syringe with a stopper on the end instead of a needle. Puffin' away at his freshly lit cigar, he filled the syringe to the brim with the lube and got on the bed. He straddled my face away from my vision and barked, "Eat my hole, whore! I wanna fell your fuckin' tongue lickin' me all up inside." He sat his bubble ass on my mouth, and I immediately started slurpin' at his pucker. His ass tasted musky, but not bad, and eventually I'd worked my tongue up inside. He moaned, "Motherfucker, that feels good!" I felt him spread my legs, and he shoved the syringe up into my puckered hole. I then knew what he planned to do. He must've taken the stopper off the thing, and he was planning to lube me up for fuckin'. And with a dick like his, I'd need all the lube I could get. My thoughts were confirmed when I felt the cold liquid flood my ass. I greedily tongue-fucked his skater pussy with vigor as I felt the Astroglide grease me up. Ryan grunted, "I can't wait to slam you with my pipe, baby. Gonna tear that pussy up." I felt him begin to pull the syringe out. "Now, motherfucker, clamp down on your asshole and hold it, or the lube'll leak out." I did as he told me to, and he got off my face. I was lickin' my lips and savorin' the taste of his cunt when he lifted my legs and placed a pillow under the small of my back. Holding me so that my feet were next to his ears, Ryan placed his python at my hole and said, "Take it, faggot."

I felt like I was a virgin all over again. Ryan shoved that mammoth skater cock all the way in on one thrust, and I fuckin' saw stars. He let out a rebel yell as his big balls smashed into me, and I let out a scream like I'd never done before. He leaned down and clamped one of his big hands over my mouth to silence me. "Gonna breed you, bitch," he said to me. I had squeezed my eyes shut during the penetration, but I opened `em to look at him. He was so fuckin' sexy starin' back at me--his cap on his head backwards, that cigar in his teeth, the fire in his eyes. I liked it that he had his hand over my mouth. It meant he was in control. My ass was on fire, but I wanted him so fuckin` bad. I clamped my ass muscles down on his sex as much as I could, and he responded by humpin' into me long and hard. "Fuck!!" he exclaimed. "I knew you wanted it!!" Ryan didn't start slow. He must've really been horny `cause the next thing I knew, he was fuckin' me like a dog in heat. He only stopped to put his cigar in the ashtray by the bed; otherwise, it was a full assault on my tight pussy.

He screwed me in that position for quite a long time. He also had me ridin' his cock, he doggy-fucked me, and at one point, he even stood me against a wall while he rocked my body. But his favorite position was missionary, and we ended up like that to finish. He leaned down in to my ear, lickin' and bitin' it, and said, "You like it, whore? You like my big long cock in your pretty little pussy?"

"Yes, sir..." I weakly replied.

"You want me to make you pregnant?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!" I cried. "Dump your load in me, stud! I wanna feel it fill me up! Don't keep your whore waitin'!!"

Ryan leaned down and held my wrists down on either side of my head. He forced his long tongue into my mouth and down into my throat. He shoved his horse cock all the way inside my anus and held it. I felt the large tube pulsin', and seconds later, white hot searin' cum sprayed inside me. Ryan Sheckler grunted savagely as his cock pumped stream after stream of his seed into my boy hole, and my ass repeatedly gripped and squeezed that member to milk it as it spewed. My cock jerked between us and shot its own load, but it didn't match the intensity or the volume of love juice that Ryan's bull balls produced. Ryan moaned in my mouth, sayin' stuff I could only guess at: "Knockin' you up, bitch. Makin' a baby with you. Two-bit whore. Deserve my dick in ya. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

When it was all said and done, we found ourselves lyin' next to each other sharin' a joint. My bowels had released Ryan's load all over the mattress, and I'd licked my own cum off his body and sucked that elephant trunk between his legs clean. After a while, he offered to drive me back to my pimp, and we took a shower and left.

We were smoking cigars when we drew up to the house that Jose owned and kept his best whores like me. Ryan paid him three grand in cash and asked that Jose keep me on reserve for him whenever he was in town. Jose readily agreed, and the three of us sealed the deal with a hot three-way in Jose's livin' room. I smiled as I took Jose's 8-inch prick down my throat. Ryan slicked up that donkey dick of his and rammed it home.

It sure does feel awesome to be Ryan Sheckler's personal whore.