Prologue: Hello, my name is BigDickBttm and I'm a sex addict. I suppose my inner circle consists of going online to find women, transsexuals and men to sleep with. I never actually stick around long enough to sleep, of course. But yeah, I like to fuck. Top, bottom, black, white, young, old, tall, short, fat, skinny... you get the point. It doesn't matter. Literotica's servers are only so big, so we'll forget about all the women for now. This is about the guys and the t-girls. I'm not necessarily attracted to guys. Like, it'll sound homophobic, but the idea of kissing another dude is kind of gross to me. I identify as straight. But, you know the old story 'round these parts. I love cock. But not all cock. No, no, no. I'm not that kind of slut. I'm a size queen. And damn proud of it. This is my story.
Chapter 1 - Howard
It was my freshman year at college in New York City and I was particularly active on Craigslist. I couldn't host at my dorm, but I was willing to go to any borough to fuck. I'd never hooked up with a guy before, until, that is, I met Howard. To be honest, I barely remember anything about him, including where he lived, other than to say, I'm confident he lived north of Union Square. In fact, what I remember most was his blue underwear. I know he was an older white guy and his cock was probably 8-9 inches. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice dick, and it sent me a journey for more. My asshole couldn't get enough, such was its insatiable hunger for monster meat. Which is where Anthony came in, pun intended. As for Howard, I never saw him again. But I thank him for being gentle in popping my ass cherry.
Chapter 2 - Anthony
Anthony and I met as if by fate. I'm sure I found him on Craigslist. He was a black guy in his 30s, maybe early 40s. He told me to meet him somewhere around 8th or 9th Ave. When I emerged from the subway, he wasn't waiting where he said he'd be. In fact, I don't even know if the address he gave me existed.
But I was a young kid in New York City who didn't know north from south. So I kept wandering around on the sidewalk until I literally bumped into him. He was a well-built black guy, and we confirmed names, and he told me to follow him. He took me to a grim-looking building that I quickly learned was a halfway house. This guy was apparently allowed to have visitors, though I had to hand over my ID, which killed the whole discretion thing.
He took me upstairs to his apartment, and I remember seeing one of his neighbors, who noticed how out of place I was and likely suspected what was about to happen. A white boy like me would only be in a place like that for one of two reasons — drugs or cock. And few would dare to sell drugs out of a well-guarded halfway house. I guess slinging dick is another story. Either way, this guy Anthony got me hooked. The whole, 'once you go black, you never go back' thing? It's true, for the most part. I mean, I have gone back for the rare special white cock, but for the most part, I became a slut for BBC after my experience with Anthony.
