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I was always bicurious. When I was 18, I started dressing like a sissy in thongs, miniskirts, and all the lingerie my sisters wore with their boyfriends. I think my problem is being too androgynous. I even went out at night to walk on the same street where trans prostitutes hung out, and they always mistook me for one of them. I loved the looks, especially from older, depraved men who had a taste for guys like me. I used to go to erotic cinemas or sex shop booths, arriving dressed as a twink that men desired, dressing up in dark places, and going out in heels, stockings, and tight dresses. Of course, I never went beyond just touching, because penetration was still out of the question. It seemed difficult because of the pain and my inexperience. It was on a Halloween night, after drinking, my friends suggested I get some candy ❄️💊. I'd heard it was super easy to find a seller on Grindr, so that's how I went down the rabbit hole, if you know what I mean 🐇... It was then that I first felt like someone new was being born inside me. So many guys, so many possibilities, so many dicks, so many filthy perversions I was about to experience, which gave me a reason to become a drug-addicted whore... When I finally managed to contact someone without a photo and only a checkmark symbol, my stupid, drunk, and inexperienced brain thought, "Why not?" He just looks like someone who sells... How wrong I was about my future parents I answered and they said you were looking for a guy. I said a little fun to buy. They told me the amount and when it would arrive, nothing out of the ordinary. I paid and left, but I was about to realize they were just playing with me. Now I understand, with the experience of a slut I have, I know they were just looking for someone who wanted to get lost and they could use as their new toy. I ate the sweets with my school friends. It was my first time and obviously there was no limit or quantity to start with. Curiously, I imagine they knew how stupid kids like me are. After 40 minutes, a message arrived with a picture of two dicks, one black and one brown, so delicious that I got nervous. My legs trembled as if I had chills. I was so nervous that someone would notice and know my faggot secret. I thought, damn, they look delicious. I replied, "Aaaah, hmmm. Sorry, did you make a mistake?" Or why were the photos meant to make me look straight? How stupid of me, obviously they knew I'm a bottom, I thought. 🙄 Hey, dude, would you like us to pick you up from your party? There's a motel around the corner. You can bring the little bags you bought us. ❄️ Miss Tina was calling me like a damn demon. I answered yes, but I only give blowjobs. They responded with emojis 🤣🤣🤣. "Don't worry, I guess you're in prep," they said. I didn't know what that was, I just said I don't like them hahaha (boy, was I right). "We'll just play, you make the rules," they insisted mockingly. Being young, inexperienced, and not admitting your role in life makes you the perfect toy. 🍒😝 On the way there, they told me the motel we were going to didn't accept three people, so I had to hide in the trunk. I had a bad feeling, but the rush of experiencing something like this for the first time wasn't going to pass me by. 👿 We arrived, and the first thing they told me was not to make too much noise and to follow their instructions. They gave me a suitcase and told me to go to the bathroom to change.. I opened the damn pigs' boxes and they brought me jockstraps, harnesses, a miniskirt, and various dildos, along with a water bottle. For dads and teachers of boys like me, that symbol G means... I got dressed, took a deep breath, and decided to be who I truly am. To this day, I think it's very likely that while I was changing, my future parents hid cameras and recorded what they'll turn me into. 🐇💊❄️☣️ The first thing they did was make me kneel, put Miss Tina on the pipe, and say, "You look so handsome, baby." I blew on it and felt like a demon possessed me. I put their cocks in my mouth with that rancid taste and the strong smell of sweat from a man who masturbated and probably didn't shower. They told me, "Drink plenty of water, boy. Sometimes this is a long time and you're going to need to hydrate..." 💦💦 Part 2 I took a sip from the bottle, that chemical taste, I thought, must be the pipe I'm smoking from. I felt warm, I looked in the mirror, I felt so piggish. I was shaking my ass to turn on my parents who were saying, "You look very young, I hope you're not underage or the same age, okay?" I thought, "How shameless!" But damn, their cynicism while they said it with those devilish smiles and their extra-hard dicks with a metal ring holding them, and ESPECIALLY THAT TATTOO ☣️ which I still didn't know the meaning of but found hot. They made me feel like, "Here, you're the stupid one, shut up and keep going 🔥..." I was getting more and more dizzy, I could barely speak properly, when finally my first time happened... the best feeling of my gay existence. "Dude, get on all fours like in that straight porn that was on the hotel screen," they told me. "See that blonde girl? Think about her, be her... imitate her." I was watching TV and thinking, "Damn, yeah." I got on all fours with my ass up, my waist arched, wearing jockstraps and a miniskirt. I heard my parents say, "Let's put on a condom," when what they were really doing was putting some Coca-Cola powder and Vaseline on one of their dicks. CONDOM YES OF COURSE HUMM here you go baby ❄️ The black daddy grabbed my face and told me how beautiful and young I was, that he liked them exactly like me 🐇 here, take a deep smoke and blow those clouds on daddy's cock ☁️☁️ While the other guy was penetrating me so hard, grabbing my hips and making my little cock swing, to this day I still feel every inch of him inside me. Every time I take a shower, every time I walk and wiggle my round ass, I think of you, daddy. I know you're there waiting for me. After 10 glorious minutes, between each instruction to drink water, blow, suck, and wiggle my ass while their cocks were inside me, I felt sleepy. I lifted my ass higher in my jockstraps and put my head on the pillow. What happened next was a simple Hey kid, wake up, get dressed, we have to go. I nodded. OK... what's up? Wait, you're already dressed. They had a different way of acting, harsher, more aggressive, 😡 demanding that I get dressed quickly and calling me stupid. I guess it's a psychological tactic they use to play with our minds, creating a state of trauma that we fall in love with, which WORKED 🖤♥️💚. I got into the car; they were very serious and staring at me in the rearview mirror the whole time. I told them, "You can drop me off here; I just have to walk home." They looked at me to say goodbye one last time... they touched my cheek and said, "What a fun kid you are. We know that from now on you'll know how to have even more fun. Oh, and by the way, you're welcome. Happy birthday!" Birthdays, what are they talking about? I thought, how weird. When I started walking home, my legs were wobbly and my ass was dripping. I thought, damn, what happened? Was it the lube, the Vaseline? This is the lesson I want to teach when you're feeling down 🚀 What you worry about most is what you forget most easily. I forgot that I used to only suck and use condoms. I discovered what it's like to be free, how beautiful it is to feel flesh on flesh, the sweat, the smell 🐷🐽, which means what real men mean, where the strongest dominate the weakest.

If there's one thing that I've learned about myself, it is that I will make time to get fucked, suck dick, eat ass, or a combination of either, no matter how busy I might be. You might be thinking what the fuck I'm talking about or why it's even relevant, but my love for being a filthy whore and simply saying, "I don't have time to meet today," has played a key role in many choices both good and bad. It was Sunday, September 27, 2020, a day that completely changed something in me and opened me up (no pun intended) to the dark and [banned word] wonders of sex. It was also the day I knew what PNP meant and who Tina was. I was supposed to be staying indoors, but like always, I let my craving for dick take over me, and I was on a mission to get as many loads as possible. I decided I didn't want to cruise Vista Point, a rest stop on the side of Highway 101 heading towards Santa Cruz, which is still an active cruising spot for older raunchy men and cum loving twinks like me. For reference, Vista Point is where I was first spit-roasted and where I first tried poppers. If you'd like to hear more about this, read "After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN," a true story about my re-introduction with PNP! Back to the story – As I packed my backpack and headed out the door, my parents asked where I was going, and I told them I would be going to Sacramento for a week since I still had my apartment there. With a confused look, they said, "ok, be careful, call when you get there." Little did they know that I would be heading to SF with hopes of being the best whore possible. I got to SF around 4 pm and was unsure where to go, so I drove to Union Square and cruised for a bit. As usual, I checked my Grindr application and weeded through messages to find a top who could host. There were several contenders, but none caught my attention until a message with an anonymous profile pic came in. His message was short, but he simply told me he was a Pig Top who could host on California St and was looking for a slut bottom. There was something about the message that turned me on so fucking much; I don't know if it was the anon factor of it or if I was just horny. I remember him asking me if I blew clouds, and I said yes, even though I didn't. I drove to his apartment complex and reluctantly parked right in front, and there he was. A tall white dude in his mid-40s wearing shorts waited for me next to a little door on the side of his building. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was a pig top, and just by the grin he had on his face, I knew that I was gonna have a good time. This little door on the side of the complex was where the residents dumped their trash, and I knew that because there were various trash bins; for a minute, I imagined myself on all fours, getting fucked. We went through a door and up some stairs and then walked down a long hallway to the last door. His place was messy and small, and a red LED light lit his apartment. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle, and on a small table next to it were pipes, poppers, and other things. Bareback porn played in the background, and a Zoom group of guys getting high played on a laptop. He had also forgotten to mention that a buddy would be there too, a tall Hispanic tattooed everywhere, hitting a big pipe with a devious look at him. Between the red light, the porn, and the smell of Tina filling up the room, I got rock hard, and all I could think of was being on all fours and worshipping cock. "I don't think I'll blow clouds right now," I said as I took off my clothes and got on all fours, and started sucking cock. I remember putting on a blindfold and getting extremely stimulated by the aroma of Tina and the clicking sound of the torch heating up the pipe. I hit the poppers and sucked dick like I was starving. In my head, I repeated, "fuck yea slut, keep sucking dick," and I did just that. "Do you wanna get high?" the host asked me, and I remember his friend saying, "Get that slut high right now" I didn't respond and arched my back even more as a way of showing submission. Before I knew it, I was being shot-gunned and was being instructed on what to do. "When I put my mouth to yours, inhale and pass it back," said the host, and I just did that; I sniffed the poppers and waited for him to deliver the Tina to my mouth. He shot-gunned me again, and I remember being disgusted at the metallic taste of it. "One more, but inhale it well and pass it back and forth," instructed his friend... "Fuck yea, just like that, can you feel something," asked his friend. I remember nodding my head and feeling tingly, unsure if that was Tina or my ass being eaten. I opened my mouth and asked for one more shot-gun, which turned into one more and then another and another. By this time, I felt like I was fucking flying, and the guys knew it. I felt completely enveloped in lust, and all I could think about was getting my hole pounded. "More, I want more, shotgun me again, please…I want to be a Tina Poz whore” I begged, and his buddy (I know it was his buddy because he had a deeper voice) told me, "I'm gonna teach you how to hit the pipe so you can get spun asf…yea is that what you want you slut? You wanna be a spun whore for us" – "Fuck yea, that's what I want; turn me into a fucking whore, please," I begged. The pipe met my lips, and I was instructed on how and when to hit it; mind you, I was still blindfolded, which altered all of my senses. After several failed attempts, I was able to hit the pipe the correct way, and holy fuck I was fucking flying. I felt so fucking hot and horny, a type of horniness I had never felt before. At this point, it was clear to both guys that I was their fucking bitch, and I gave them the green light to do anything to me; all I could think about was getting fucked and having a dick in my mouth. I have no idea what time it is or how long this will go on. One thing is for sure I want as much dick as possible. I take off the blindfold at some point, and everything looks so distorted to me, probably because my eyes have been covered for a while. I reach for the pipe very slowly because I can’t even feel my legs, LOL and his friend passes me the pipe and makes me hit it again. I slowly start to feel a big dick tease my hole… slowly pushing against it. His friend stands up and starts to face fuck me, and then my hole begins to swallow the other guy's dick. These guys have done this before, and I'm not the only slut they have whored out. Simultaneously, my throat is being gagged, and my hole is being pounded; I can feel myself getting wet, and my hole is being churned over and over. “Fuck yea, fuck yea, take that big dick; this is what you wanted, huh! This is what the fuck you wanted,” says his friend as he continues to fuck my throat. I get fucked for about 3 hours nonstop, both by him and his friend, and in between that time, I’m also smoking, sniffing poppers DEEP, and begging to be whored out. His friend pulls a pair of red pantyhose, which I still own to this day, and tells me to put them on as they will make me feel like a good bitch boy. Without hesitation, I do just that: I put them on, look at myself in the mirror, and feel good. “You look good slut” says the host, who is now lying back and watching his friend take charge. It’s about 1 am, and we take a break; I mean the host and his friend because I don’t want to stop; I want my hole to keep getting pounded. “Please fuck me,” I say. “Breed my hole, don’t stop. Open me up and do whatever you want, please.” They both let out a grin, and the friend told me to roll over, get on my back, and spread my legs wide. He feeds me poppers and grabs a big dildo, and without any lube needed, he starts thrusting deep, fast, and hard. This shit feels so fucking good, and my hole is loving every minute of it. I can feel my hole getting loose and wet, and in between each thrust, he eats me out and leans over to kiss and spit inside my mouth. “You’re gonna get charged up tonight slut” he whispers in my ear, and I spread my legs apart as much as possible “fuck yea, charge that fucking pussy; knock his fucking ass up,” says the host, who is stroking his big dick. His friend starts to moan, and so do I because by this point, he’s reached my second hole, and the feeling is so intense. “Take it, take this big dick. This is what you wanted, huh” My eyes roll back “fuck yes, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna pee myself, oh fuck.” That’s the first time someone has made me piss while getting fucked; he keeps pounding my hole and begins to moan as he unloads in my loose hole. “Welcome to the family,” he says as my hole is loose and leaking with his cum. He plops over on the bed and lets out a giggle; I think I wore him out 😈 they probably didn’t expect me to be this much of a slut. It's now around 4 am, and I'm still not tired; I feel so fucking high, and my hole is still throbbing for cock. For a brief moment, we all take a big sigh and go with the flow of things, but that moment is short since I’m instructed to hop on the host’s dick and start riding it. I do just that; I grab onto the headboard and bounce on that big cock up and down; the friend also gets up and grabs the pipe and makes me hit it; he watches with pleasure. Up and down I go, moaning and begging for more cock, feeling higher than a fucking kite! His friend leans into me and puts his dick in my hole, too, and I begin to get double penetrated; my hole is wet asf, probably because both of them have just unloaded into what was once a very tight hole. I don’t remember much after that, but I do have some recollection of getting fucked by some of their buddies. What was supposed to be an “ordinary” hook-up with a pig top turned out to be one of the most intense, dirtiest, and kinkiest moments that I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even describe how much of a pig I felt like and how Tina showed me how good of a whore I am 🥳😈. I should also mention that the guys were great to me, and the host even allowed me to stay at his place for about 2 weeks to get back to normal. I hope you enjoyed reading this story 🥳😶‍🌫️😈.