All that David Leeburn had ever wanted to do was to make it through high school as quickly and painlessly as he possibly could. Having been outed in junior-high to his entire school by a "friend" whom he had confided in--that dream had been rendered impossible. If he went a day without being stuffed into a locker, or having his head flushed down a toilet, or being beaten up in the hallways...it was a good day.
David didn't have any real friends. Michaela Church had been his best friend, but ever since that day in sixth grade when she ruined his life, he hadn't spoken a word to her. And she only talked to him when it was to make a joke at his expense to her posse of sidekicks. David was really alone at school, even the teachers didn't care. They just saw that he didn't really seem to grasp their lectures, and that he didn't have much of a home life; it was inevitable that he would be picked on, and it was easier to just let it happen than to have to write up a report about it...at least in their eyes. The only person that David felt he could trust was Corey Silver. Corey had saved David, more than once, from the football team's plans of torment. But David wasn't an easy guy to befriend, and being a little pudgy-and a little unkempt-Corey wasn't eager to keep David as a tag-along. Corey was a nice guy, willing to help David out when he could, but he didn't really like Dave any more than anyone else. He didn't want to see anything bad happen to the guy, but Corey was too self-involved to want to have to babysit poor David.
The Leeburn family was the average, lower-middle class family. They didn't have too many luxuries, they drove an old car that was falling apart, and the house was often to be found in a state of disrepair. David's parents, Loretta and Joel Leeburn were both good people trying to make ends meet. Unfortunately, they often had to cut corners where their son's wellbeing was concerned. They both worked long hours at minimum wage jobs, and neither had time for their troubled boy. Loretta was a waitress at Artruro's by day, a job which had good tip money, but wasn't nearly enough considering it came with no benefits. So, by night she worked at a convenience store. Joel Leeburn was a worker at the paper plant. He wasn't a very skilled man, and was able to land a job as a glorified janitor. He worked hard, but still was barely able to keep a roof over the family's heads and clothes on their backs.
David desperately needed someone to be there for him, to help him...to love him. But, he knew that he just wasn't going to get that attention from his parents. He saw Corey Silver as his saviour. He felt, somehow, that if he could just try hard enough--he could get this GOD to pay attention to him--and maybe even to fall for him. Of course, he didn't know how he was going to do it, but he knew that there must be some way; he would find whatever he needed to do to make it happen. And, he may not have come off as all that smart, but David knew that even if money couldn't buy happiness, it could buy almost anything else--including some tools to help him find a solution as to how to get Corey's heart. His problem was where to get the cash.
And that was how, at the age of 18, David became a hustler. He sold his body, and the pleasures it could give, to the men who worked at the locks. He wasn't very attractive, but he did have thick legs and a fat ass that men loved to abuse. He had a decent cock between his legs too, but these were the types of guys that expected him to bend over and offer up his hole for their pleasure. The men of the ships weren't the type to be picky about his rather unappealing looks, so provided he didn't charge too much, he could get a few tricks every night. And, if he let the men fuck him without a condom and cum inside him, he could get them to pay significantly more. Sadly, Joel and Loretta Leeburn were too busy working to notice that their only child had become a whore.
He had started the previous spring, and by the time term was about to end for the summer break, between grades 11 and 12, he had implemented the next part of his plan. That summer had been an important one for David. He had never spent any of his earnings from the Johns, and from that money he made on the streets, the time had come to make himself into a new man--he was going to become someone that Corey Silver would notice.
So, just as classes were ending and students were at home prepping for their final exams, David got a membership at a local gym specifically for bodybuilders. He paid top dollar for the best personal trainer he could get, and immediately started a cycle of heavy steroids and growth hormones to pump himself up as quickly as possible. He had a meal plan to follow to ensure the fastest growth of pure, lean-muscle. He went to a dermatologist to help him with his not-so-porcelain skin. He got a personal shopper to help him with his clothing style. Six weeks into summer, David looked like a completely different person. He almost felt like one too, except for the fact that his parents had noticed nothing. The ignorance of his parents to his transformation ended up being the straw that broke the camel's back. David took their lack of attention as rejection, and everything changed. By the time summer was ending, David was one of the biggest hulks at the gym, the growth hormones had done their work, and the steroids had exploded his muscles and his strength. Suddenly, his desire for Corey to love him turned into an obsession--it was the only thing that he cared about now; the only thing that mattered. And more than that, David convinced himself that he didn't need anyone else as long as he had Corey, and he was going to get him no matter the consequences. ----------------------------------------------------------- David Leeburn Friday, August 8th, 2003
"Uhhh! Fuck...mmmmmm!" I moaned as the Foreman pushed his thick cock back into my sloppy hole. The thickness of it making me scream out into the night as it stretched my puckered lips around it. He grunted and I pushed myself backwards as hard as I could against him. The pleasure coming from having his cock buried inside me was almost unbearable, even if I much preferred topping to bottoming. No matter what any guy says, if someone is railing your prostate-you're going to be in heaven.
"You're pussy is fucking GOOD ain't it Bitch! You like that don't you!! You're such a fucking slut, the way you fucking beg for my cock!" He grunted in my ear as he tightened his grip on my sides and started pumping his shaft in and out of me faster and faster. My spit on his cock from when I had expertly deep-throated him moments ago had made it quite slick, and now it was sliding easily into my now very well-stretched ass. I squeezed the rings of muscles on the inside of my chute around his dick, tightening my hole, trying to give him even more pleasure, hating myself for loving how good it was to be getting fucked so hard too.
"Scream, bitch! Moan! I wanna hear you screaming for it!" He pushed his chest against my back and knocked the wind out of my lungs as he started jack-hammering me. His huge cock ramming in and out of my ass faster and faster. I was in ecstasy. "Oh FUCK! Please don't STOP! Fuck, PLEASE!!" I screamed with what was left of my voice. He started rubbing his tongue against my ear as he worked my ass. He slowed down the pace a bit as he pulled himself almost all the way out of my ass before ramming it all the way back in as hard as he could "FUuuuucckkkkKKK!" He pulled out and pushed me onto my knees again. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock all the way down my throat so I couldn't breathe. "You're a good fuckin' cocksucker bitch! Work my cock faggot; show me how bad you want it!"
I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft, his big, sweaty balls smacking noisily against my face; their musky scent becoming my entire world. He moaned as I gagged again, tightening my throat on his cock, giving him waves of pleasure that rippled from his cockhead to the tips of his fingers and toes. As he shoved me even further onto his cock, making me gag again, I started to massage his shaft with my tongue, using the metal stud that I had pierced it with to hit every sensitive part of the man's cock. The throbbing organ took up every millimeter of space in my mouth, while his hands caressed the back of my head and my hair. I sucked even harder to try and please him, working every inch of his shaft. Rubbing his balls with my fingers as he pushed in and out of my throat. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving only his giant mushroom-shaped cockhead in my mouth. I couldn't deny that I even enjoyed the sensations of rubbing my tongue stud over the edge of his bulging head and hearing the sharp intake of his breath. Sliding my hot lips around the edges of his head again and again, and trying to coax out as much of his precum as I could, lubing up his cock, and my throat, even more.
"Get on your back Bitch!" He pulled his dick from my mouth. I got down on the ground and turned onto my back, spreading my legs wide. From this angle, the Foreman was an even more impressive sight. 6'3" and at least 250lbs of muscle, the man was a beast.
He got down on top of me and roughly pulled my legs apart until they were spread wide open for him, lifting up my ankles and putting them on his shoulders. He pushed his torso on top of mine and let his body push down against me as he lined up his cockhead with my hole. I started to moan uncontrollably as he rubbed his cockhead against my quivering entrance, pushing only gently to tease me, leaving me wet with my own spit. "Bitch, you betta be ready, cuz I ain't stoppin' again!"
And then, he slammed his entire cock into me at last, pulling out for an instant, only to slam it immediately back inside me again. I couldn't breathe, and my own rock hard dick was rubbing against his hairy stomach. His cock pumped in and out of me again and again as he started to kiss me. He took one hand and wrapped it around my cock and started jacking me off. The sensations from his big dick rubbing inside me, along with his hand on my dick was too much.
"Ohmygod, oh FUCK, OH FUCK, oh fuckfuckfuckfuck!!!" I screamed as my dick jumped in his hand and I blasted my load between our bodies. He continued kissing me as he fucked me even harder, my ass now clamping down on his cock, my hands on his back trying to pull his body even closer to mine, willing his dick to be reaching even further into my now sloppy and loosened up hole. All of a sudden his body went rigid, he stabbed his cock all the way into me until I had tears in my eyes and I could feel it throb as he started to cum. He pushed it in and out of me three or four more times, making sure every drop of his cum had been fired before finally pulling it out.
His cock leaving me was only partly responsible for the emptiness I now felt; all the feelings of self-loathing and worthlessness came rushing back to me as he stood up, pulled his clothes back on in silence, looked at me with disgust, and took out his wallet. "You got one HOT pussy bitch, it's too bad you ain't a real man!" He laughed as he threw some wadded up bills at me and walked away...