Young Black CD Bottom Escort vs White Father and Son

Young Black CD Bottom Escort vs White Father & Son Trick

My WORKING name is Desire but my legal name is David. I was born in 1990 and I grew up in the era of CRACK in Detroit Michigan. By the tender age of 18 years old, I had already endured a hard knock life. I was bounced around from several different group homes from the age of 7 to 13. Black as the midnight sky and obese at an early age. I was slapped with the nick name “Lill Chocolate Butterball” by the other kids.

I don’t know which of my parents I got my thick ruby lips from or my oversized baby soft hips from but I was heavy in the butt-like old people in my neighbor use to say. But my childhood was all to brief, by the time I was 13 I had been in two different group homes. Each time the children had to be removed because the foster parents were doing so much CRACK that they would neglect their wards for days upon in. 

By the time I reached my last foster home I was surviving on fast food chicken nuggets 6 out of 7 days a week. At 13 I was all of 5’5 weighing in at 230 pounds of baby soft ebony fat. My last foster home I was one of 6 kids’ ages ranging from 8 years old to 15 years old. The care giver was an older Christian black woman named Ms. Gloria who really did her best to ensure the children under her roof were provided for. We wore hand me down clothes but they were always clean.

She made sure we were loved, fed and at least left the house with intentions to go to school every day. Kids came and went over the next three years, when I was 16 when Ms. Gloria took in another ward that changed me. Wayne was part Persian and white boy he was 16, he was a hustler and part time CRACK slinger.

Wayne could play the role of the nice, decent kid, but when he left the house. Wayne hit the block running, in search of fast money and street cred. I had been tricked into sucking a big black dick when I first got to my last group home some four years earlier by an older kid. And I had not been sexual activate since then. The only thing I let past my thick ruby red lips were donuts and chili cheeseburgers.

So there was a reason why I was plumb as a thanksgiving butterball turkey. At that time Wayne and I were the oldest in the house. And he was always telling me how phat my ass looked. Once he even rubbed his thin copper look penis across my butt as I pass him in the hallway on his way to the shower.

At first I thought he was joking, but as this behavior continued I knew Wayne want to fuck me. One day I entered our shared room and found Wayne bagging up his work for the day- 20 dollar bags of marijuana and 20 dollar bags of crack. Wayne forgot to lock the door and he was in shock when I entered. 

For a moment there was fear in his eyes, then the smooth talking Wayne re emerged. “WHEW! I thought you were Mrs. Gloria, dude close the door.” I did, I slowly entered the room. Wayne might have thought I was looking at the small packages of cocaine and marijuana. However my brown eyes were fixed on the lump of heavy dick outlined in his boxers. I sat on my bed and cleared my throat my saying. “You sell all that in one day?” Wayne’s semi white teeth are exposed as he talks. “Yeah depends on the time of day. Some days takes me about three hours to make 500 dollars. That’s if the PO-PO hate sweatin a Player.”

I leaned forward and picked up on of the small packages of CRACK and said. “This shit makes fools lose their minds. Why?” Wayne laughs as he replies. “Because it makes SEX so much better. Smoke it in a cigarette or in a joint you won’t get hooked like the pipe. You want to try it?” I had done my best to stay away from drugs to that point. I was hooked on pasties and McDonalds.

Wayne begun rubbing his awaking cock through his shorts and I was tempted, but we heard Ms. Gloria’s familiar humming and we knew all such things were off. Wayne let the house and I never saw him again for 3 years. The next day I found out the he had been arrested for possession with the Intent to distribute a control substance. Now all night I tossed and turned with the image of Wayne stroking his cock in his shorts.

That morning I took the longest shower I had ever done. My hand found my thick 7 inch cock and could not help but pull and tug at it. I would have cum, but the sound of the other foster kids running down the hall was a major distraction. It was a rather warm and humid day and I left for school wearing hand me down jean shorts that were a bit too snug for my fat chocolate thighs.

I was running late that morning, but I still manage to stop in the corner story to get my morning Boston crème Long John donut. Wayne use to tease me that it look like a big white dick going in my mouth. As I entered the store, a rusty pickup truck driven by a white male construction worker type- Blonde, blue eyed with 3 days worth of facial hair- pulled up to the curb he leaned over so he could ask me. “You got work?” Anyone in the HOOD knows that is code for do you have drugs. I shook my head no. 

We exchange looks for a really long time before he said ok and drove further up the block. I wasn’t in the store for more than 5 minutes before paying 35 cents for a morning breakfast and exiting the store. I was enjoying the warm sun on my face as I slowly walked to a school I hated. To try not to fall asleep in classes I felt I would never use their information in “real life”.

I made it to the end of the block, I could see my High School was in plain sight. When the same rusty pickup truck pulled up to the curb once again. This time the blonde, blue eyed white man asked me another question. “Do you party?” And for the life of me I had no clue on why I opened the door to his truck and got in.

I was nervous and a bit frighten, but I was more curious than anything else. I found out that my cherry pooper was named Glenn and they had a work stoppage at his construction sight, when a worker died. Glenn saw the entire event, a recovering addict, seeing a man get his skull crushed by falling beams, through Glenn off the wagon.

It took us less than 10 minutes for Glenn to rent a HO-tel room. These rooms rent by the hour, the day or the week. When we entered the dark room, my heart skipped a beat. I thought I was dead, however Glen turned out to be a cool CRACK HEAD that just need someone he could be naked around as he got high.

The first hit of CRACK PIPE had Glen talking and stripping out of his clothes. I remembered what Wayne had told me, smoke it in a cigarette or a joint not the pipe. I never like the smell of tobacco, so I opted for weed. Glen had scored two bags of weed to go with his four bags of CRACK. I asked Glen wood he roll me what I later came to find out is called a PREMO joint.

The first inhale put me in a place physically that I had never been in before. I went warm, happy and safe. The second puff made me feel powerful and thoughtful and by the time I got to the fourth toke of my first PREMO. I felt SEXY, damn sexy!

Glen and stripped off all his clothes and he was flipping through the sex channels on the old color television. I felt a surge of heat and I began to sweat, so much I had to strip off all my clothes. I told Glen. “I think, I think I am going to use the shower.” Glen muttered go ahead with his back to me as he continued to channel surf the nudie stations.

The shower was want you would expect from a sex motel, barely clean enough. Nonetheless I needed the water, I was feeling horny, but my heart was beating very fast. I had never done any drugs before and in one shot I had done CRACK and marijuana. I was paranoid I was in motel room with a stranger, a white stranger who’s a CRACK HEAD. I stood in the shower allowing the warm water to wash away any thoughts of danger. I barely notice when Glen entered the room.

When he pulled back the shower curtain, he made me jump in fright. But his words calmed the moment. “ You have a wonderful body.” I found out later Glen was 38. He was mildly hairy, stood around 5’9 and I remember he had powerful arms and a red flopped dick. Glen stood behind me as the water beaded down my face kissing my neck.

I was a virgin, but lust had me in it’s tender grip. I could feel his rough hands all over my soft, plump teenage body. Glen whispers in my ear as his tongue rims my ear lobe. “You feel so good, I am gonna enjoy every minute of this.”

I had never kissed a man but I wanted to feel, Glen’s tongue against my own.. We quickly exit the shower and enter the room to find the television displaying the first ever porn I had ever seen.

 It’s was of a white man dressed as a woman sucking a big black dick. Glen pulled out some baby oil and told me to smoke the rest of my joint as he rubbed my plump chocolate frame with shiny baby oil. As the sweet, sweet drug filled my brain with illicit thoughts, Glen’s hands massage their way down to my rock had black cock. Who had never felt anyone else’s touch but my own.

My hip grind in response as I continue to smoke my CRACK laced marijuana stick until it burnt my fingers. My entire body felt alive and it needed to express itself. I told Glen it was his turn, I watched him load his crack pipe as I pulled baby oil into his hairy chest and powerful white shoulders. I didn’t know what to do but that didn’t stop me. My thick red lips place soft kisses across Glen’s chest, taking time for my pink tongue to dart across his aroused nipples.

I don’t know who had Glen’s attention more, the crack pipe or me as I kissed my way down his hairy chest to his pot belly and on to his sudden awoke red cock. The PREMO joint brought out my inner slut, I was on my knees, my face full of Glen. I didn’t know how to suck a dick then so I attack it like I want to do it hard. Too much teeth and not enough suction others would tell me I the near future.

And the common detonator was CRACK. Over the next 18 months I found it hard and harder to stay away from crack fuel sex. Mostly blowjobs, I had not been with a guy that want to fuck, most just want to get high and suck or be sucked off. By the time I finished my bullshit last two years of high school, I had dropped 68 pounds coming down from 230- 162 pounds of beauty black FEM.

Standing all over 5’6 now, all the years of being SUPER fat had granted me round, soft booty cheeks, thick thighs and A cup. I could not wait to get out of Detroit School system, however once you turn 18 years old you age out of foster care. And I did I was forced to leave with barely the skills to survive.

As Ms. Gloria had done for all foster kids before me. She had sent aside money from each of my check for this moment. She sent me into the world with 800$ and a “Be good to yourself, hugged and kiss goodbye.” I checked into a hood motel and went about trying to figure out my life. I knew I had to eat, cloth myself and pay for shelter. The room at this motel cost me 175$ for the week. I need a job.

From a distance, or from the back I look like a short haired, ebony goddess with a world of ass behind her. In the face my features are soft and I am not a hairy person. And that glance had corner store Pimps macking me, trying to get me to be one of their whores. I had not thought about being anyone’s property or a HO. That’s until I met Jamie my first Puerto Rican tranny prostitute- but not my last.

Jamie was staying in the same motel and we hit it off quickly. She was four years older than me at 22 and my mentor for the next 3 months. Jamie taught me how to shave my legs, face and big black ass. Jamie showed me how to dress and do a proper anal cleanse. She made me practice giving head to a peeled banana and I could not break it or she spanked me. It’s was Jamie who introduced me to my first butt plug. I wore it for a week straight to get me ready for my first day at work.

Jamie taught me how to properly receive a Trick or John. RULE 1) Never see them in your room. RULE 2) NEVER let them know you are alone. RULE 3) Tell them you are Trans up front. Tell them up to THREE times. 

She was the sister I never had. Jamie was passable with long black hair and a dancer’s body, she was a CRAIG’s LIST hooker that ventures from state to state posting dates on Craig’s List. Jamie had one fault, PREMO’s, she liked them but once on them yes doesn’t stop until her paranoia drives her insane.

I posted my first Craig’s List ad two weeks after being under Jamie’s wing. I had to do something my money was low. Jamie had been paying for our nightly crack beige, but her paranoia has slowly taking hold. I oiled myself up and posed in a pair of white laced panties and yellow T-shirt with bangs of long blond wig covering my most of my face. 

 It wasn’t long before replies filled my emailed, most where one word replies that are a waste of time. Others were links to date sites designed to steal your personal information. Most were guys looking to fuck for free- nothing wrong with that. But I need rent money. It was one reply that got my attention and it was the face on the photo that lured me in. Replied read. “Dad wants to teach trans son the ways of adulthood.”

The picture was that of a guy that looked like Glen, the same Glen without the facial hair. I answered his reply and we talked on the phone, I was unsure on if this was Glen or not. Nonetheless I followed Jamie’s rules and I informed Trick I was a Transgender male not a female 3 times. He said he was cool with that and he want his gay step son to meet a real Tranny and get off.

So we set the date up for two hours from now and a place to meet to see if the vibe is right. It’s was late July and the weather was sticky, which is good means less clothes equals harder to hide weapons.

So we met up, Jamie played the role of shadow and at first I could not tell if it was Glen or not. But the Trans boy he was with, was about my age 18, husky with a cute face but sad eyes. Now I informed my Johns on the price of admission $200 per person, one cum and that I smoke a PREMO before and during sex. 

When I mentioned PREMO Glen’s eyes lit up , like recognized me. He nodded ok and we drove to a near by motel. Once inside, I quickly stripped down to reveal, black gathers, pink throng and matching bra.

I paced around so the two white males could get a good look at my young, ebony in transition body. I wanted Glen’s step son to want to look this damn good, just like I wanted Glen to want to fuck me with me as I remember stubby white cock.

As I smoked my PREMO, Glen and his step son moved in to sandwich me. The younger in the front, Glen in the back. The step son had mad head game, I realize now Glen had school him early. I could feel his hot mouth and it was soft as cotton. I wanted to fuck his face as I took puff after puff of my PREMO joint.

Glen’s tongue was way deep, parting my thick black booty cheeks and I was bring driven out of my mind with lust. I grabbed the back of the Step sons head and forced my black cock down his young white throat. My hips pump and pump until my cock is drained. No fuss the party is still on and the clock is till running because they didn’t pay 400$ for me to cum.

I pulled my wet dick out of the husky trans boy mouth and give him a warm kiss on his salty lips. I turn my head so I can give Glen a kiss on the lips. He accepts, then bends me over the table so my ass is point towards his red pecker. I whisper, “ you gonna fuck this black ass daddy?”

He mutters “ Until you’re bow legged you sexy black bitch!” He pulls lube from his pocket and a condom. I felt the pressure of Glen’s cock head pressing pass my outer defense and my black booty loved it. I press my hips back until, all of Glen’s 6-7 inches is firmly planted deep as it can get inside me. 

I was high and I wanted to fuck, his hands pressing and pulling my fleshy ass cheeks as his short round slams into my back side had me trapped in desire. When the Step Son pushes his limp cock into my mouth, I did my best to get the dude off. But he kept getting hard but never coming. I rode Glen’s cock like a cowgirl, my greedy bunghole hugging every inch and he still had not cum.

The Step son didn’t cum until Glen popped him up the ass while he sucked me off again. I didn’t mind I had another PREMO, so I let Glen fuck me missionary position. And I fuck his white cock like neither of his wives or his Step Son must have ever. Because he whispers in my ear , “ I have been looking for you since the day in the motel. Do, do you remember me?”

I kiss him on his neck and whisper his name. For the extra hour of my time Glen gave me another 200$. And we kept in touch for the next three years. He became my NA sponsor, helping me control my CRACK addiction. After his 2nd divorce, Glen became my full time, friend, lover and roommate. His Step Son is now call Linda and is a guest from time to time. 

I’m 31 now been clean, 5 years I work in a office, doing paper work I live as a black woman, still have my male clit and I give really, GREAT head mostly to white men. I love to get kicked down doggy style, however when I make love it’s cowgirl style only I want to look at their face. PS, I will still suck a big black dick on Christmas, I call it giving back to the hood