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High and Low Ch. 01

By: bisexualsmoker



Simon loved wearing tight jeans. He loved going barefoot. He'd also recently started wearing club wear. He wanted to look like a club kid. 

Many people thought he was a bit of a fem, but he felt too insecure to try anything. He was twenty-five now and he'd just moved out of his mom's place and he was still cherry. 

"You like getting fucked by guys?" Karen had asked him. 

"No...I haven't tried it" Simon replied sheepishly. 

"You should!" said Karen, lighting yet another cork tipped Marlboro, taking a deep inhale and letting out a powerful stream of smoke. 

Like several other eccentric West Hollywood characters, Karen loved to go barefoot too. Usually in barefoot sandals. And she loved to look the slut part. Tight low-rise jeans, bare midriff tank tops, cheap jewelry and loads of makeup. Dripping wet in the excitement. 

"I fuck anybody" she loved to say. She chain-smoked Marlboros and her red nailed fingers bore the nic stains. 

"You want one?" she'd love to ask. Simon always declined, though secretly wished he could be just like Karen.

It was only in the last few months that Simon had gotten out of the grip of his mother and sister. He'd begun going to raves and dance clubs, listening and dancing to trance and drum and bass techno. He was definitely a late starter. 

He'd finally moved out and away from them. He had gotten his own place and he'd just recently developed a taste for wine and liquor. He'd never drunk before, which was really something. Everybody else had always regarded him as completely squeamish. Too squeamish even to go to the dance clubs and dance to the techno music he loved. 

"Too bad you won't get wasted and start doing drugs" said Karen teasingly, tauntingly. Simon had also been approached by other guys countless times for sex. He just couldn't. And that had become his reputation. Though very effeminate Simon was scared. Scared of trying anything. 

"Good to see you're letting you're hair down," said Claude one night at a club. Simon was getting high on tequila. 

"Thanks," said Simon. Claude was you're consummate forty something queen. As well as looking the part, he sucked on his Benson and Hedges menthols with the same satisfaction he practiced in bed. 

"Well, see you babe" he said, as he stroked Simon's ass and walked away. Simon's cock got hard as he felt sexually turned on in more ways than one. 

"Getting curious?" Karen asked pointedly. 

"Er..no..." Simon said, somehow ashamed of himself. 

"Shithead!" she said as she went off to smoke a joint, sticking her tongue out at Simon as the techno music pulsated throughout the club. 

In the early morning hours, Simon walked home high on tequila. His bare feet were getting blackened from the pavement. It made him feel sexy, very sensual. Karen did too, but she went the other way. Off on her own to seek a bisexual orgy. To get fucked and do drugs. Generally plummeting to the bottom of the sewer of decadence. Swimming in the shit and so glad to be. 

Karen liked them her way- ultra slut whores, extreme party animals, ultra fem guys who went both ways, submissive trannies who lived for cock. Fallen good girl next-door types. All guaranteed to make you blush and keep your prick or pussy throbbing with anticipation. Tough Bull Dykes with strap ons who wouldn't take no for an answer, and so very quick to keep you in line for your own good. Never to be underestimated. 

As she sauntered along the boulevard, she was stoned and oblivious to the many night characters she passed and knew by name. Literally walking past sexual partners she knew intimately... and yet ignoring them like a high school princess, so very confident in the hallways on the first day back at school. She was lost in her thoughts. Thoughts about last night. 

She had been at Kolver's apartment. Kolver, the drug-dealing holdover from the 1960's. Scrawny, tall in faded denims, long greasy grey-ish brown hair with a pock marked face... And an ever-ready grin showing rotting teeth reminiscent of rat filled derelict tenant buildings. 

She was feeling horny, as always, as she sat on the chair in the paint peeled apartment.

"Come here bitch!" he said in his venomous cackle. Loosening his belt and slowly dropping his jeans to his feet. His cock was hard and jutting out about 45 degrees, his uncut top throbbing. 

Karen just grinned and fell to her knees, the now lipstick smeared cock at the back of her mouth, as her tongue did it's subtle work. Her tongue was riding over and under it's base and over it's head, probing around in rhythm, a connoisseur masseuse, gently lapping every which way at the swollen shaft. Kolver grunting in time, Karen squealing in delight, despite her full mouth. The fever accelerating, both of them in sequence and increased tempo. Unbelievably hot and burning. 

"Ah fuckin' bitch!" Kolver uttered as his cum fired into Karen's tonsils and down her throat. She fell choking on his load, gasping for breath at the end of the hundred yard sprints she'd never run. 

"Fuckin' right!" gasped Kover. 

All's well that ends well. 

High and Low Ch. 02



Simon was happy in his new one bedroom apartment, not far from the chaos and craziness of the LA club life. 

He was listening to techno.Dancing around the room by himself in his skintight slut jeans, and tank top. His toes and the arches of his bare feet feeling every nuance of the floor, like a prime Ballerina's.

He felt like a slut. A horny twink. Now twenty five and never having been fucked though.

He just couldn't express himself. He tried to sometimes by adding a new toe ring or wearing new bangles, but something was misssing. Now that he drank occasionally it wasn't enough to let out his inhibitions though. Sometimes he felt like his head would explode.

"Bang! Bang! Bang," the fists now slammed at his door.

"Let us the fuck in! " screamed Karen with her new female friend Brenda. 

Deathly beautiful, sluttish Karen ambled in wearing a black leather halter top, black leather mini and "Fuck me" thigh high black velvet slut boots.

"Come on Babe,let's sit down, " she said to her friend, who wore agonizingly tight faded super low rise jeans, spike heels and a pink blouse. Her long blonde hair, framing her angelic face with slightly runny mascara eyes and thick "I want to suck your cock" lips.

They sat next to each other on the sofa seemingly ignoring the still standing Simon. Karen pulled a bottle of red wine from her handbag.

"Let's do some coke, " uttered a jubilant Karen, lighting up a cigarette.

"No smoking in here! " said Simon somewhat petrified.

"Fuck You Simon! Get us some glasses ass hole! " scolded Karen. 

"Karen? Smoking is bad for you, " offered Brenda, looking at Simon somewhat concerned.

"Don't worry Sweetie, " muttered Karen snorting the first line.

"Here babe! Use one finger to close one nostril, " she instructed Brenda, as the 24 year old California blonde inhaled the powder with the air of a newbie. 

"Wow! That feels so good! " she exclaimed smiling into the netherworld , one step closer to bimbo land. 

Karen then placed one sultry cheap bejeweled hand on Brenda's breast and the two locked lips in a passion kiss. Deep tonguing each other and lightly moaning in pleasure. Groping each other's breasts. Faces getting redder as the action got hotter.

As the heavy necking progressed Brenda kicked off her heels. Karen brought Brenda's barefoot up to her crotch, massaging it gently with her hand. Ever so vigilantly. Her thumb rubbing the top of Brenda's toes while her sluttish nailed fingers tingled and aroused the arches and soul. The heel of her foot enticed Karen's hot, wet, burning pussy.

"I love going barefoot, " sputtered Karen in between kisses.

Brenda squealed in delight, and the two chicks hot necking picked up a scale.

Brenda lifted up her ass, and Karen helped her slide her jeans off.

"Let me fuck you baby, " said Karen breathlessly, reaching into her handbag and grabbed a thick 9 inch black dildo. "Wow! " exclaimed Brenda.

As Brenda slid off her top, Karen placed the Dildo in her vagina and moved it every which way. Every way the right way. She began kissing Brenda's ample, stiff nipple breasts as both girls moaned in pleasure. Languishing, flailing about on the sofa. 

"Oh!Oh!Oh! " an ecstatic Brenda wailed while fingering Karen's pussy underneath her Mini. For Karen never wore panties.

"Oh my little bitch!" teased karen as she worked the dildo, while a slithering Brenda obtained multiple orgasms. Writhing and near screaming in sexual pleasure.  "Eat me! Eat me! My fucking whore! " shouted Karen.

She grabbed Brenda's head and placed it down on her pussy and Brenda's tongue went into quick super action.Licking and slurping the juices inside Karen's cunt. Caressing and manipulating sexual orgasms. Karen screamed in delight while reaching over and massaging Brenda's ultra sexy ass cheeks. Passionatly kissing them.

"Oh Babe! " screamed Karen, finally running out of orgasms as both Girls were stinking wet and hot, bodies shuddering as they held each other as they basked in the climax's aftermath.

They both lay there for a minute. Panting and slowly letting the heat die down.

"So now you know what it's like to go with a woman! " said Karen breathlessly lighting another cigarette and affectionately rubbing Brenda's breast with her other hand.

"Fucking so hot! " enthused Brenda, sipping on her wine. 

Knowing it was over, sheepish Simon came out of his bedroom.

Brenda somewhat embarrassed threw on her top and jeans and smiled at Simon.

"Simon! Lend me twenty bucks until tommorrow. I know you've got it, " said Karen.

Simon went red in the face and pulled out three twenties.Karen grabbed two of them then picked up her handbag and boots with one hand, and with the other grabbed Brenda's hand. "C'mon. Let's go babe, " she said,starting towards the door.

Before leaving, Brenda turned around and looked at Simon somewhat affectionately.

"See you again Simon. Thanks, " she said.

With that the two descended the stairs to go out into the LA wildness. Simon knew he would never see his forty dollars again. That's how it was. That was Karen.



High and Low Ch. 03



Brenda really wasn't happy. Here she was aimlessly wandering around West Hollywood on a wild weekend that had lasted two months. She was going to go back to her apartment in Long beach and get her head together.

Many men and women couldn't help notice Brenda as she strolled along though. With her sexy spike heeled strut, with her incredible ass cheeks almost busting her denim. Her size C tits jutting out, near bursting her skimpy sky blue nylon top. Making many a mouth water.

This blonde was a looker.

She had taken a break from working as an assistant nurse at LA general hospital. It was burning her out and the last few months had been crazy. She had done a lot of drugs. A lot of partying. She had a lot of sex. She had met Karen!

She had sex with Karen! Karen was crazy!

Today she walked through the shoppers from the suburbs. The street people. The beautiful people. Goth's, punk rockers, metal heads, hip hoppers and gangsters. The gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals and transsexuals. The crazy people. The conservatives. The hookers and dealers. Everybody.

She was walking thinking about her problems, and then she saw him. Simon! Simon was walking along looking like some kind of post hippie techno bohemian. Scraggly messy longish light brown hair, wearing some kind of tight sleeveless club wear tee shirt, with slanted black and silver diagonal lines. He wore lots of silver and gold bangles.

He wore the tightest jeans, accentuating a very sluttish feminine ass. He was barefoot wearing a toe-ring. He walked in such a sultry way. Somehow Brenda found this so very fucking sexy! Other people did too from the looks he got.

"Simon. Hi! " she said.

She walked up to him and placed one of her fake long nailed hands on his fore arm. "How are you? " she said affectionately.

"I'm all right I guess, " said Simon. 

"You look hungry! " said Brenda very concerned.

They went and sat at a table at an outdoor cafe. 

"At least there is no pesky smokers sitting near. You want something to drink? Beer or wine? " said Brenda.

"No , I don't drink much. Ice tea for me. I hate smoking too, " said Simon.

"Wow! So sweet! So seemingly uncorrupted. Very innocent, yet so fucking sexy too! " thought Brenda.

"I've been crazy lately! " admitted Brenda.

"I've been doing drugs. I've been a bit of a slut. I had sex with Karen. Karen is nuts! " she said.

"I don't do drugs. They scare me, " said Simon.

"I don't have many friends though, " he added.

"Karen treats you like shit! She bosses you around! She's unreal! " said Brenda as they both picked at pasta dishes.

After eating they wandered the streets checking out second hand stores and thrift shops. They soon wound up back at Simon's place.

Before entering they had met Simon's landlady Jessica. She was a greying blond fifty something lady who still had quite the body to say the least.

She wore a red velvet waist jacket over a white blouse and tight blue jeans. Simon always found her hands incredibly sexy. Why, he didn't know. Maybe it was because of the way she waved them and articulated with them.

She wore gold rings and silver bracelets and something about her smoking her cigarettes always seemed so sexy to Simon. So sensual.

They had run into her when she was doing some weeding of the small front yard.

"Pleased to meet you, " she said to Brenda seemingly pleased that Simon had a new friend other than that loud obnoxious Karen or whatever her name was.

"Do you always go barefoot? " asked Brenda, while they sat opposite each other in the living room. She kicked off her heels.

"I hate wearing shoes, " said Simon.

"I'd love to go barefoot too, It's so cool, but I'm such a square, " laughed Brenda. 

"Let me see the bedroom! " she then asked.

Soon they were both sitting next to each other on Simon's bed. 

"You seem so nice, " said Brenda.

She placed her hand on Simon's thigh and rubbed sensually. Slightly catching his hardening prick with her pinky finger. She placed one of her feet on his and curled her toes around the edge of his foot.

She then unzipped his fly and began stroking his cock.

"My! You're getting hard babe! " she smiled and hissed.

She kissed his cheek several times. She then threw her mouth onto Simon's lips. Her tongue entered Simon's mouth. Simon caught on, and so began the sensual sexy tongue wrestle. A messy very pleasurable saliva exchange while she kept on stroking his cock.

With her free hand she grabbed Simon's hand and placed it on her Breast. She moaned in delight as Simon massaged her juicy plums. Her toes curled around the edge of his foot even more.

"Oh God! " she squealed.

She jumped up and tore off her jeans.This was one vibrant hot pussy. Her long California girl legs were naked bliss.

"Take them off!Take them off! " she implored Simon as he removed his jeans too.

She jumped on the bed with her back to the head board and spread her legs wide.

She curled her finger at Simon.

"Come on babe! " she implored.

"I'm so fucking hot, " she said rubbing her cunt area with her thin sexy fingers. Simon got on his knees on the bed and placed his hard prick into her pussy.

Brenda threw her legs high in the air, wrapping them around Simon's neck.

Simon began pumping in furious strokes. So turned on that this woman had taken the lead and told him what to do. God it turned him on.

"Oh fuck! That's so good, " screamed Brenda as Simon pumped even harder. The head board smashed against the wall in rhythm.

As he fucked her, her legs slid up and down his torso. Her feet massaging his back and neck.

He placed his hands on her firm buttocks as his cock slid in and out, and up and down.

"God! Simon must think I'm a slut! " Brenda laughingly thought. Loving the the fact this sexy fem boy was fucking her raw.

"I mean, I made it with Karen right in his living room! " she slyly thought while amidst in the sexual ecstasy. 

"Maybe she has a thing for bare feet too, " it entered Simon's mind as his sexual tension increased even more, and he continued to bang this LA beauty.

"God! He's so androgynous and sexy! " the thought blazed through Brenda's mind as his cock probed and satiated her main erotic zone.

The fucking continued relentlessly until Simon finally felt the sperm shooting out of his cock.

"I'm ejaculating! " he screamed.

"God! God! God! " purred Brenda. Taking in her final orgasm and locking her legs around Simon in a vice grip. Finally the bed stopped shaking.

Simon sat on the edge of the bed panting. Brenda spent a moment to regain her breath.

She then sat next to him and kissed him repeatedly, passionately on the cheek.

"That was beautiful Simon. Just beautiful."



High and Low Ch. 04



Brenda was so glad she'd found Simon. He spent almost all his time at her place in Long Beach, rather than that smallish apartment in West Hollywood.

They were soul mates and Brenda paid for everything.

The thing was, Simon wasn't any good at anything at all. He wouldn't work, refused to learn how to drive, and had a lack of confidence that would of seemed glaring.

Glaring if it weren't also in light of his natural androgyny and fem-boy girlishness. This seemed to offset his massive vulnerabilities. It almost seemed to justify them, in a crazy way.

Whatever could be discussed about this personality of Simon's, Brenda just knew one thing, She found him so very fucking sexy!

The way his hands and slender fingers would shake slightly with nervous energy. His feminine movements, so very reminiscent of a certain hot chick that had sat next to Brenda in College. Brenda had a mad crush on her, but sadly was so bi-closeted at the time it wasn't funny.

Simon was hot though! With an ass so indescribably sexy, smothered in skintight jeans. God! She had to see him in Spandex soon!

The way he walked and the way the cheeks of his ass sort of swayed from side to side in an oh so sluttish manner! His cock and balls pulsated beneath his tight jean-ed crotch!

His predilection for going barefoot, Brenda found so very sensual and it gave her a primal sex charge. It was truly mind boggling.

It made his sultry vulnerabilities even more pronounced.

Not surprisingly though, Brenda's friends didn't quite like him.

"Oh Come on Brenda! He seems like some fag boy, " said Carla, a large framed, slightly stuffy brunette who badly wanted to marry a police man.

"Look! He's not gay! He's my boyfriend, okay? " Brenda replied in exasperation.

"Why does he go barefoot all the time? Surely you've bought him shoes! " asked Josephine, the epitome of the fashion chasing valley girl.

Brenda didn't even bother answering that one. There were many, many people who found going barefoot attractive. A statement in itself. Just check the fucking internet!

Not only that but there was a huge trend for celebrities going barefoot right here in LA. A certain head shaved, slightly crazy female singer. The ultra skinny British cocaine model in her skinny jeans. The movie legends wild socialite daughter. The list goes on and on. Going barefoot is cool!

Brenda's friends were to be taken with a pinch of salt. In their world, Brenda lived a totally straight life, both sexually and otherwise. Any room for experimentation was out of the question.

In fact Brenda had always lived that way. All except for her long, lost weekend in West Hollywood. She had gotten overly wild sexually and had begun using drugs there. She had lived like a true slut, and certainly looked it.

Spinning out of control she had gotten out. Thankfully then she met Simon.

On the nights she wasn't working, Brenda and Simon often frequented various Long Beach dance clubs, shaking their asses and boogieing until the early hours. Drinking nothing harder than a few Peppermint Schnapps.

From the corner of her eye, Brenda saw many a guy and girl admiring them in a longing sexual way.

"Good Luck! See you later Alligator, " thought Brenda, showing no desire whatsoever to know these people. Simon was hers and it was going to stay that way, Goddammit!

After finishing dancing they'd take a taxi back to Brenda's place, feeling slightly high on alcohol.

They'd first engage in long foreplay sessions and talk softly with each other under soft light. During one of these sessions, Brenda brought up a not much discussed subject.

"People have always thought you were maybe gay. Have you ever thought about going with a guy, babe? " asked Brenda sleepily, with a suggestive smile.

Simon's eyes quickly flashed with forbidden sexual excitement, and his cock got even rock harder.

"Yeah I have. I'd love to be some guy's little slut boy! " he giggled, slightly abuzz on some white wine.

This took Brenda completely by surprise! Simon was in quite the heat now because he'd finally admitted this to somebody!

"Wow! Baby! " She laughed, squeezing his much throbbing cock.

"So you want to be a woman! " She squealed in delight, and turned over on the bed sideways to face him, so that his cock began banging up against her wet, burning pussy area.

She moved her hand in behind his ass cheek and placed two of her agile, slender fingers up his ass crack and began probing, soon reaching his prostate, simulating the action of a hard, aggressive cock!

"Ow! You slut! " He exclaimed as his mouth fell onto one of her sizable nipples and he sucked on them with relish, all the while massaging her well oiled torso and ass cheeks with his eager fem boy fingers.

Now his cock was pumping inside her pussy like a taught, tight very thick live wire. Her fingers still worked and probed his on fire prostate and anal areas. They necked with each other furiously, moaning and groaning in between moments they were supposed to catch their breath.

"Pretend my tongue is a cock sweetie! " she shouted out ecstatically, her red argot protruded outside of her lipstick smeared lips.

He grunted pleasurably and commenced necking again, his cock fucking her even more madly, while they necked and drank each others saliva as though it were blood.

They both rolled about on the bed in passion, finally winding up with Simon on top, furiously pumping Brenda, while her fingers still played a fine feminine touch on his asshole.

"So he does like Cock! " Brenda thought in high excitement as she twisted and swiveled underneath Simon, and felt wave after wave of Orgasm as this fag boy fucked her raw. His hot sperm now shooting into her.

"Now she knows," thought Simon in delirious, delicious pleasure, as his balls and cock slowly emptied his hot, burning seed into her.

After it all was over, they lay about on the wet sheets of the bed, not quite realizing that somehow, they had opened a Pandora's box.



High and Low Ch. 05



Simon and Brenda's sex life definitely picked up a step. She began using strap on dildos on him. Fucking his ass raw while he squealed in delight.

"So you want to be a fag boy! " she would admonish him, as he grovelled on all fours. Brenda battering him from behind with a fury so very unrepentant.

He would swivel and moan in glorious delight. The double action of the Dildo also playing as a maniac exciter of Brenda's own very hot, very dripping wet pussy.

"Oh Baby, Fuck me! " he'd squeal as Brenda's thick shaft probed and worked magic on his erroneous zone. Ripping into his asshole with lust galore. This woman rode him hard.

"My little slut! " she'd hiss in his ear and lean over him, and maybe love spit him. She'd often lean back and hard slap Simon's exquisite ass.

Her fingers titillated his nipples and boy breasts. Her hot breath, passionate on the back of his neck. He played with a delirious frenzy with his own stiff upright penis. 

Just to think he was so recently a virgin! Just helpless cherry!

They'd collapse in a soaking, shuddering entwined mess, as they simultaneously Orgasm-ed, coming to their full mind blowing climax in unison. 

So very together as lovers and sex partners, lying together in their wet bed of sin.

They would soon recover from the sex and go back to stroking and kissing and caressing each other, and sipping their sweet California wine.

"I love you baby, you're my barefoot slut. " Brenda would giggle and purr. Brenda the Dominant she master. Simon the submissive sissy slut.

All So very pleasant and in love. Which is what Brenda wanted. A real relationship.

Someone steady to come home to who loved her. Someone whom she loved back. Someone she could grow with and Someone she could look after, if needed. Someone like Simon.

Simon was there.

On nights when Brenda was working though, Simon got so very bored, staying at the Long beach apartment by himself. Some nights he caught the bus to some of the long beach dance clubs. 

He always went barefoot. Always getting sexually turned on when this raised eye brows, Which it often did. It made him blush.

He carried sandals in his shoulder bag, just in case any of the clubs policies were infringed upon. He just loved going barefoot, just as he loved the feel of the tight low rise denim on his ass. and the skimpy feel of his halter top. The way his bangles would shake around his wrist, so very, very feminine. The cheap rings he wore!

He'd get mildly inebriated on wine. He'd mostly listen and sway to the clubs pounding techno, and underground drum and bass and avoided other people. That's what Brenda seemed to want him to do.

Sometimes Brenda even wanted him to wear shoes!

Brenda cared about him though. The credit card she gave him paid for everything and she was very generous. So why shouldn't he go out to the clubs by himself sometimes?

Lately he didn't even feel like dancing as much. He found he was thinking of cock a lot for some reason. God, he wanted to try it, but Brenda? Brenda outside of their sex life, would only talk about job security and maybe buying a house. Gay sex was a taboo.

God, Simon was confused. He was also drinking just about every night now. Many times when he was really getting a nice buzz on, he opened up in conversation to other clubbers. Straight, gay, bisexual, transsexual. Who cared? 

Many sexually excited him. He always had to leave early and get back to see Brenda though, since her nurse shift would end early.

How could he overcome the shyness? The loneliness?

On the nights Simon and Brenda would go clubbing, they were now often joined by Brenda's co-worker, fellow assistant nurse Farrah, and her boyfriend Miguel.

Farrah was another former party girl who had changed gears and had now decided to focus on a career instead. She was twenty seven. Simon liked her better than Brenda's other friends.

Greatly respected at the hospital, Farrah looked quite the spike heeled slut when she partied though. Her long ginger blond hair teased and tossed.

She wore way too much makeup, and had long painted finger nails, and wore the slinkiest, sleaziest dresses you could ever imagine.

She'd light up long white menthol cigarettes, much to the chagrin of Brenda.

"I know I should quit, but I only really smoke when I drink now, darling. " She would defend herself, dragging on her cigarette so elegantly, and exhaling plumes of smoke that danced and drifted across rooms. 

Brenda didn't really care. Farrah had become perhaps her best friend. She was certainly a lot of help at work, be it in the wards or for study assignments, and no, she didn't smoke at work.

Her boyfriend Miguel was a thirty five year old tall, dark, slim but muscular , Latin American with a trim mustache.

He liked dressing in black, be it tight black jeans and t-shirt or elegant evening wear, whatever the function, he was stylish and up for the occasion.

He worked as some kind of assistant in a travel agency. He moved quickly and gracefully Simon noticed.

He moved like a minx, and talked like a fox, and if anyone had gaydar, Simon certainly did.

He was rather pleasant upon first meeting Brenda and Simon.

"So pleased to meet both of you" he said, his eyes seeming to fixate on Simon for just a little time longer than normal.

Brenda didn't seem to notice. Simon felt that old apprehension returning as somehow his cock got harder. He certainly noticed.

Miguel definitely liked to drink.

"I like this dance music, but I also like to move to a Rumba! " he enthusiastically declared to them in a club one night. His thick, South American accent slurred after more than a just a few Margaritas.

"My god Simon! You look like a bisexual dream! We should visit the Panama club, and see the drag queen show! " Miguel once implored them as they all sat at a table.

Simon didn't know what to say. though it turned him on, he just blushed while Brenda just stayed poker faced.

"Oh you never stop! Bisexuality is so fucking sexy! " Farrah enthused playfully, laughing, brushing Miguel's arm with her fine boned, sexy fingers.

"What he means Simon, is you have a beautiful androgenic look. " Farrah intoned, looking more beautiful than ever.

Her red painted lips drew on her cigarette seductively . She sensually blew out streams of smoke, visually akin to cascading feminine fountains of light. Hot and sexual.

One day, some time after, one humid afternoon, Brenda, Simon, Miguel and Farrah all gathered together for a barbecue at Farrah's house. It was Brenda's idea to have a Barbecue.

Farrah insisted on hosting it though, She'd make some of her killer Mexican chili.

They had just poured the first wine and margaritas when simultaneously, loud beeps emitted from Brenda's and Farrah's handbags.

"Fuck No! I don't believe it! " Cursed Farrah!

Brenda and Farrah were both on emergency hospital call, though they both hadn't been called in a year!

Simultaneously again, both of their cell phones went off.

"Okay Norah, see you shortly. " said Brenda into the phone rather disappointingly.

Farrah acknowledged the same. A main plumbing line had broken at one of the hospital wings. Brenda and Farrah were both needed immediately to supervise shifting of patients, supplies and whatnot to other parts of the hospital.

"Okay babe! See you some time tonight, " said Brenda, kissing Simon.

Both girls busily turned away. Impossibly sexy denim ass cheeks bounced, swayed and swished, much like a hookers dream, and the last Simon and Miguel saw of them.

They left in Farrah's Camero.

"Well babe, I guess it's just me and you. " whispered Miguel to Simon, as he then sauntered back into the house. 

"Wow! He called me babe! " Simon realized as his heart began beating rapidly.

Surprised, Simon's cock got rock hard and his bare feet slowly began stroking the patio concrete in anticipation. He downed another glass of wine, and began getting tipsy.

When Miguel came back outside, he was wearing black tights, and a thin black sleeveless mesh top. He oozed sex appeal beyond belief to Simon, whose mouth just watered. 

Miguel wasn't wearing shoes either, and his toe nails were painted black!

"I thought I'd go barefoot, just like you, " he told Simon breathlessly, leaning over, purposely showing Simon the most incredible ass. 

His curvaceous cheeks almost in Simon's face. as he lit the barbecue.

Simon sat down on a lawn chair and sipped more wine. Openly, visually lusting after a man for the first time in his life. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the wine, but right now he just didn't care. He knew he looked turned on and didn't want to hide it.

Miguel then sat down directly across from him, putting his feet on a small table that was between them.

He eyed Simon passionately. He rubbed his thighs.

"So Simon? You ever have sex with a guy before? " asked Miguel.

Simon was hesitant for a few seconds. They could hear the neighbors. Simon desperately thought the time is now.

"No! No yet, but I want to! " he loudly blurted out.

Simon had now admitted this to another guy! And to Farrah's boyfriend as well! He felt the throbbing in his crotch. God, he felt excited!

He began rubbing his own thighs.

"And you? " asked Simon.

"Oh, I've been a total slut. I've been with hundreds of guys! " laughed Miguel.

"Oh Farrah knows, but she's real Vanilla now, much like Brenda. She wants a relationship. What she doesn't know won't hurt her though. " said Miguel slyly.

They both took a sip of wine. Miguel then pulled out a metal pipe and quickly lit it up, with a plastic disposable lighter.

Simon recognized the smell of marijuana. Miguel inhaled deeply, then exhaled and then offered it to Simon.

"But, I've never smoked it before, " he said.

"Oh Come on! It's only pot! It'll make you feel good babe! Try it! " said Miguel enticingly. Simon's cock got even harder.

"Well okay, " said Simon, taking the pipe and inhaling. It turned him on when somebody told him what to do.

"That's it! Hold it in! " Miguel guided him, as Simon tried to avoid coughing out the Colombian drug.

They did this several times. Simon enjoyed the sweet taste. He'd been wanting to try it for awhile. Slowly he began to feel light headed, with a warm glow . The atmosphere now felt electric.

His senses seemed much more, well, sensitive! Even more now, Simon wanted to submit to this horny stud.

"Maybe you can be my queen! " Miguel exclaimed, thrusting his barefoot onto Simon's crotch.

Simon grinned, and began stroking Miguel's black nailed toes and souls, as he felt the ball of Miguel's foot on his throbbing prick.

"Come on babe! " Miguel said in sexual heat, standing up, and grabbing Simon by the hand. They began fondling each other.

Arm in arm, he led Simon into the house and into the dimly lit back bedroom. Farrah and Miguel's bedroom.

Sexy Latin dance music filled the room from a stereo. The incense smelled like a whore's house.

Standing in front of the bed, they both embraced and began necking with each other. their tongues manic and athletic, in unison with their throbbing cock and balls.

They were both feeling up each others ass and genital area as the passion kisses got more feverish and fervent. The music seemed to get louder as their hornless increased.

"So this is it! I'm gonna be a gay slut! " thought Simon wickedly as they made out.

They both fell back on the bed.

"I wanna suck your cock! " exclaimed Simon, now drowning in hot sweat, both his and Miguel's.

Slipping off his tights. Miguel sat on the edge of the bed, his thick ten inch cock, all red and upright, he stared hungrily at Simon.

"Teach me how! " pleaded Simon like a needy sissy, getting on his knees and then throwing his mouth onto the head of Miguel's prick.

His tongue began slurping at a rapid rate. His right hand fingers began working Miguel's balls instinctively.

"That's it tart!" enthused Miguel breathlessly, almost shouting, both of them shaking in the heat.

Simon had loosened the clasp of his own jeans and was playing with his own solid, stiff cock throughout all of this.

"Oh baby!" He managed to utter. Miguel's cock rammed against the back of his throat,

His tongue swished around the rod at a frantic pace. Miguel's slut hands fondled Simon's upper torso and breasts.

Simon was finally doing it! Finally sucking cock! He felt so submissive and used. God, he loved it!

He wanted to take the cock right down his fucking slut throat as he lapped at it! God almighty, he tried.

Finally, Simon nearly chocked as Miguel's thick, hot sperm shot down into him. At first gagging him and then sliding down his chin and onto his body. Onto his own hand and cock.

Simon exploded in ecstasy. His own sperm then shot out, mixing in sticky puddles, with Miguel's sinful juice.

"I'm a fucking whore! " exclaimed Simon.

They both played with themselves as the climax simmered down. They eye balled each other in insane lust. Simon wiped up some of the sperm mix with his hand and licked it, giggling, staring straight into Miguel's eyes.

Simon stuck out his sperm stained tongue at Miguel, and they had one final kiss. One final tongue wrestle taste of they're deviant endeavor, before they finally, lay back and relaxed.

"You slut!" said Miguel, playfully admonishing Simon, with one barefoot resting on Simon's ass cheek.

A few minutes later, in Miguel's living room, Simon began feeling restless, then over come with paranoia. What had they just done? 

It was crazy!

Slowly it dawned on him!

Why?

Brenda would not be pleased!

And why did he smoke pot? It was Miguel's fault!

"You won't tell Farrah or Brenda, will you? About us? " Simon pleaded.

"No I won't Simon! Just relax. It'll be okay! " Miguel assured him.

Still not convinced, Simon called for a cab ride home. He was completely paranoid and depressed for the whole ride. He hated himself.

When he got home Brenda still wasn't there. Simon went straight to bed and to sleep.



High and Low Ch. 06



Simon's first gay experience certainly shocked the hell out of him, but God was it good! Interestingly enough, Brenda and Farrah's work shifts were rescheduled just after that, and they didn't socialize at all. This meant no Miguel. Maybe that was better though.

Certainly there would of been too much "gay" tension between Simon and Miguel. Any socializing would have felt somewhat uncomfortable to say the least.

Simon didn't feel comfortable telling Brenda about his first gay encounter with this Latin stud. How could he? It would of most definitely upset her. Especially with it being her best friend's boyfriend!

Brenda appeared to be Vanilla, or at least appear that way to other people, as far as the gay business went.

Simon had even met her parents. They were fine vanilla Jewish folk if there ever were, and Brenda was their good girl.

She had to, and needed to please them. Sure they thought Simon was beyond weird, but at least they believed Brenda, when she insisted they had a stable relationship.

If he appeared aimless, Brenda just explained to her parents that he was just finding himself. That's all

Indeed she had experimented sexually herself, but that was briefly and in the past. She no longer even wanted to talk about it now.

As much as Simon tried to deny it, his world had changed after his first gay episode with Miguel.

His initial paranoia was well, just paranoia, but it was very much aided by the marijuana he'd tried smoking.

He'd never gotten high before. It was another first for him at the age of twenty seven. A little late in some peoples eyes, but still.

As Simon had gotten away that night to get in a taxi, Miguel had given him a fair sized bag of the drug, and a pipe. Simon just threw it in his shoulder bag and had forgotten about it.

Had he remembered it the first few days after the Miguel incident, he would of flushed it down the toilet disgusted with himself. Disgusted at how he'd so betrayed his girlfriend. Things happen I guess.

Ever the work hard freak, Brenda, had now enrolled in some day time courses. Anything to help her career. She was busy, busy, busy. The fact she also worked at least 5 nights a week meant that Simon was now alone by him self all the time at her Long Beach apartment. That was a lot of time to be bored.

He'd usually wake up about 2 pm, like a lazy slut, and then get out of bed, and maybe have some cereal, or maybe not. He'd then pour himself some wine, and invariably his thoughts turned to sex. Predominantly about his escapade with Miguel. He'd maybe grab One of Brenda's Dildos and probe his eager asshole, while simultaneously fingering and massaging his throbbing cock and balls.

Manically jacking himself off, he'd reach impossible heights of arousal when it would flash through his mind, the dirty things he'd done that night. He'd fucked around on his girlfriend! He'd Had sex with her best friends bi lover! Sucked cock for the first time!

Just to think this same woman he betrayed, also fucked him regularly with her thick fat strap on! It made him feel so much like the little submissive slut he was! Just to think he was virgin cherry until he met her!

"I've gotta start wearing a collar, " he'd exclaim as his thick hot spunk exploded into his hands and spilled down onto whatever furniture Simon had parked his ass onto.

He'd whimper in delight as he finished his masturbation, and then lie back for a minute in great satiated pleasure, then pour himself another glass of wine.

Not long after one afternoon masturbation session, out of the blue, he suddenly remembered the Marijuana in his shoulder bag. His cock went rock hard when it occurred to him, that trying it again, might make him as horny as fuck. Just as he'd felt the first time he'd smoked it. 

"Maybe I will, " he giggled to himself as he dumped some of the weed and the pipe onto the Coffee table.

"I wonder what Karen would think? " he thought to himself, of his one time, very pushy, yet very wild friend who had bugged him, even taunted him for being such a square. The same karen who had gotten to know Brenda so well.

Simon had gotten used to seeing Karen's wild sexual abandonment though. Brenda had just been part of her routine. 

Simon feebly lit the pipe and tried hard to hold the harsh smoke into his pink lungs, as the thick, sweet smell filled the living room. Brenda's living room.

Simon coughed out most of the smoke, until finally his head began lightly, pleasurably spinning. His touch got much more sensitive. He was much more aware, and he felt incredibly calm and had a feeling of such well being.

His sexual excitement was also much stronger and increasing. His cock was getting much harder.

Fortunately, remembering to fan out the room before he left, he left the apartment and got on a bus and went to one of the long Beach Dance clubs.

Feeling sexually charged, he strutted into The sub club, a very hip gay dance club that had several rooms, decorated with anything from dungeon to pink fairy decor. Simon was too into himself at the time to go out of his way to introduce himself to anybody though. He just wanted to party.

Feeling high beyond belief, he danced uninhibitedly to the very loud, hard driving drum and bass techno. The music played a grinding, incessant,dark, repetitive sexual beat that was interspersed with vocal samples. A female uttering "Fuck Me! " here and there.

A horny male hoarsely whispering "I wanna suck cock!" in impassioned heat. Simon danced and was having the time of his life.

His wake up late, drink wine, smoke pot and masturbate routine continued. Sometimes he'd stroll around the shopping mall in Long Beach, feeling sexy in his tight club wear top, skin tight ripped super low rise jeans and bare feet. He was always barefoot. Let them think he was a freak. He was beginning to care less and less anyway. In fact, it turned him on.

This routine continued for a week until one day, to his shock and great surprise he saw he was nearly out of pot.

"God! What am I gonna do? " he said to himself in somewhat of a panic.

His cock got rock hard again when it crossed his mind to call Miguel,but more sober thoughts prevailed.

He then decided he would go to West Hollywood to the clubs he used to so squeamishly hang around. Maybe he'd avoid seeing Karen,or the hard drug dealing Kolver, or anybody else who would show ridicule at his new druggie self. He had to get some pot, and money was no problem. He had Brenda's credit card.

High on his last pot, and a few glasses of Wine, Simon entered the somewhat seedy, dark, sexually ambiguous Specters dance club on West Hollywood boulevard. He was filled with apprehension about who he might run into. Getting a small bottle of wine from the bar, he slowly sipped it and stood around with various freaks as demonic dark dance music pounded out of the speakers.

He watched the people dance until the inevitable happened. A skinny, multi pierced dark haired goth guy walked up to him. 

"You wanna buy some E? Some coke? " he said not too loud, but just loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Do you have any pot? " asked Simon.

Simon gave the Goth fifty dollars, and proceeded to sit at a back table where he smoked a few pipe fulls of his new supply. He was getting used to it now, and didn't cough so much anymore. Holding the smoke in had become so much easier lately. Simon was soon feeling really good. He finished his wine and got turned on watching the sexy dancers. He soon thought he'd join them.

Making his way slowly to the dance floor, eager to dance like a slut, he heard a familiar voice call out to him from close by.

The voice had a lisp. It was from someone he'd known for a long time. The White haired woman man Claude.

He Looked like an aging poof in fag wear. Shiny, fluorescent green shirt, and out of style, yellow satin bell bottoms. He wore multitudes of cheap rings and jewelry, and chain smoked his long white cigarettes so fine.

"Wow! When did you start showing your ass crack to everybody Simon? " Claude said in what Simon wasn't sure was derision, or just being turned on. Simon was never sure about Claude any way. Far from it.

" I don't know. I just think they're cool jeans, " uttered Simon without any thought.

" I haven't seen you in awhile. I have heard rumors about you though. Some woman is mothering you or something? I can't see you with a woman. Surely you must realize now, that a cock is what you need baby! You've started to dress the part! " Claude said, chuckling and exhaling a thick stream of smoke into the air.

"I've been okay. How is Karen? " Simon asked nervously.

"She's in jail. I'm sure she'll do just fine. " Claude said, coughing, then dragging again, hard on his cigarette.

Suddenly Claude began looking sexually charged. His face turned wicked. His focus narrowed, and he eyed Simon seductively, slowly up and down, smiling as he began fondling his own crotch area.

"What are you doing tonight anyway? " Claude asked him in a clipped lisp, almost loosing his breath.

This was just too much for Simon. Claude was making him paranoid.

"Oh! I have to go. " Simon quickly announced.

He quickly made his way through the small crowd in the club, found the exit and began walking east along Hollywood boulevard, feeling somewhat anxious. He now realized Marijuana could make you feel that way sometimes.

Not long after, at a part of the boulevard he didn't know well, he found a small outdoor cafe, where he sat down at a table and ordered a glass of wine. The warm June sky was darkened, and Simon's brief anxiety and paranoia had subsided. He now felt relaxed. He'd watch the people walk by, and imagined what it was like having sex with them.

He was getting hot. He was getting a nice buzz.

Soon, he made eye contact with a guy/girl sitting at the table next to him. A slightly heavy set mulatto creature with dyed cropped blonde hair whose fingernails were painted red.

She/he wore a sleeveless sky blue tank top, sky blue spandex tights, and black plastic imitation riding boots. It certainly looked kinky enough for Simon.

To his own surprise, Simon blurted a hello to this ambiguous night creature. Simon shivered inside as he now had company at his table. He saw it was a guy after all.

"I'm Salla. What's your name? " he offered in a sexy, yet husky, though high fem boy voice.

"I'm Simon, and I'm getting loaded. Are you? " is all Simon could say, not caring that he sounded like an airhead.

"Wow! You are so cute! You must be a bottom! You're gay right? " Salla inquired enthusiastically.

"I'm bisexual. I've only had gay sex once. I sucked cock. It was divine, " Simon blurted out next, as his cock got even harder, realizing he was discussing these so very intimate things with a complete stranger!

"Why only once? " Salla asked concerned, now taking Simon's hand in his own across the table, a very cunning fore play that enticed Simon even more.

" I don't know. I'm a newbie. It was only two weeks ago I had sex with him. It was my first time, and it was hot! " Simon said.

"So, you wanna see what it's like getting fucked? " Salla asked in a lowered, more serious voice.

"Maybe, yeh, " Simon replied slowly smiling. His eyes filled with the look of sexual wanting and decadent wickedness.

A few minutes later. Salla pulled out a thick cigar, looked at it, lit it, and sucked on it for a moment, eying Simon. He smoked it the way a woman should. With the right feminine touch for this butch gay boy.

Finally he decidedly blew out a thick plume of smoke. Definitely with a signal to the uninitiated, that this was a male butch boss they were dealing with. 

"So you wanna go to my place babe? We can get high together. " Salla then asked directly.

"Yeh, okay, " Simon replied, now in great anticipation.

They left the cafe together, and walked slowly. Sometimes Salla would pat Simon's ass cheek or crotch area.

Simon would feel a sudden sexual charge, and lightly moan in pleasure. Though he felt some apprehension about going to a strangers place, the sheer excitement of acting like a cheap whore had him feverish, and almost wet with his own pre cum.

"So you like to go barefoot? " came the inevitable question.

"Yeh I do. " Simon replied, looking into Salla's eyes. 

"That's sexy. I can't wait to get you into some high heels and a dress. " Sallas said. 

Salla was taller than Simon and much heavier. As they entered his ground floor apartment, Simon was even more enthralled by the slut aura of the place.

Large Indian cushions filled the carpeted floor amongst many small tables, but it was the framed large photos on every wall of explicit gay sex that turned Simon on. 

Also, everywhere in the apartment there were large and small ivory and stone statues of gay men going at it. It was a palace for, and a tribute to gay sex.

Salla had turned on some slow groove music, and Simon sat on one of the cushions cross legged and took a glass of wine that was offered .

They talked sexy, dirty, small talk. Soon after, Salla got up and put on a light strobe light, and darkened the room.

"Take off your clothes babe! " He told Simon.

Simon stripped down. Salla stripped down. Salla then sat on a large chair cushion. His cock looked monstrous in size.

"Start sucking bitch! " he said, as Simon got on his knees before him.

With a yelp, Simon got his mouth on the cock and began sucking in a fury! Salla had his hands on the back of Simon's head, and squeezed it tightly up against his crotch.

"Keep sucking bitch! Suck my fucking balls as well whore! " Salla demanded like an angry pimp.

Simon delighted in being so submissive. The thrill of having this fem butch boy order him sexually was intoxicating! 

Salla began breathing heavy, and rocking back and forth in the ecstasy. Simon moaned and groaned in between slurps of this thick, fat, cock and balls.

His own cock was rock hard, and every so often he'd slap it up against his belly, and waves of pure sexual Nirvana would follow.

"To be going with another guy already! " the delicious thought crossed Simon's mind. It was so good to feel like a slut!

"Come on you little Prissy fag! Get on your knees! Show me that ass baby! " Salla demanded, and pushed Simon to the carpeted floor.

"Oh please fuck me! " Simon squealed in unbridled joy, now on all fours, he raised and shook his ass towards Salla's face.

With Salla now in behind him, breathing heavily on his back and neck, Simon felt the first few insertions of cock enter his anus. It felt unbelievably hot! Simon was burning!

"Oh! That's it! Fuck me. " he couldn't help but exclaim in fevered impatience.

The fucking soon picked up in tempo. Salla pumped his cock into Simon's ass more and more frantically.

The sound of skin slapping and the constant moans, could just be heard above the sexy, beat driven music playing.

"Cocksucker! " Salla shouted at him, and battered Simon's ass relentlessly. Simon played with his stiff wet cock as they slid about on the carpet. Occasionaly, Salla was able to get a hand on Simon's cock which drove them both wild!

At one point, they both slipped, and Simon's head wound up on the floor facing Salla's thick prick. Salla rammed it in and out of Simon's mouth dozen's of times in a few seconds. 

"Rim my asshole bitch! " Salla then declared in a threatening, vibrant, yet hot tone, as he grabbed Simon by the hair, and swiveled around, enabling Simon to lick Salla's sweet little asshole.

Simon licked incessantly, as his mind and erroneous zones went crazy when he realized, he was performing this dirty, most forbidden sexual act. 

"Oh! You're the best ass fuck! " Salla then breathlessly declared, as he then pushed Simon back into the receptive position.

"Do it baby! " Simon pleaded as Salla began pumping him hard and harder again.

They fucked like animals. They rocked back and forth violently. Finally Simon felt the thick, hot cum begin to shoot into him.

"Oh baby! Baby! " he squealed, feeling as though Salla had taken him fully and now owned him.

He smacked his own cock with his hand, and his own blistering cum began to stream out 

As Salla leaned over him, and shook his last seed into him, Simon was delirious with pleasure. He loved the feel of his raw wet asshole, and as he played with himself, and got his last cum out of himself, he realized he loved the feeling of being so used. It was so hot! It was so fucking sexually gratifying!

After the sex , and after they'd regained their energy, they had some more wine. Simon lit up his pot pipe, and told Sallas he was new to it. There was something about being the newbie, who had just discovered the wild life, that had began turning Simon's crank, and it was now becoming so true.

"I don't let my sluts shower after sex. I like them to smell like sluts all the time! I want you to go home like that babe." announced Sallas.

"Okay, " replied Simon weakly.

Sallas lit another Cigar and offered Simon one. He declined, though he was beginning to think they looked sexy, but he hated the smell of them. Besides, he was too fem for them, he'd never smoked.

When Simon left Sallas's place, he was beginning to get the paranoid feeling back again. Why had he gone to bed with yet another guy? What about Brenda?

He really was acting like a slut now.

When he got back to Long Beach, it was late. Brenda briefly wakened from her sleep and asked where he'd been.

"Just out," is all Simon could say, as he got in bed and went to sleep as well.



High and Low Ch. 07



Brenda was really confused. Her family kept pestering her and telling her she should settle down and start a family. They didn't like her boyfriend at all. 

"That Simon seems like a right fag! He's a total weirdo, going around in his bare feet and everything!" admonished Brenda's brother Jim, himself a very talented college athlete.

Her family were also concerned that her nineteen year old brother Jake was a little too effeminate acting. They really didn't need Brenda's techno hippy boyfriend around as a bad influence. 

For Christ's sake, Simon was twenty eight years old and he didn't act at all like a man. He needed to grow up! Whatever Brenda saw in him, they could never see.

With her job as a nurse, and going to school at night though, Brenda was under a lot of stress. She was a bag of nerves!

She had now done the unthinkable though . Something she never, ever thought she would do. She had been to see a doctor and had gotten some anti depressants to help her relax. God they helped!

There was a down side to it, it seemed. Because of her use of pills , she just didn't at all feel at ease to scold Simon, who surprisingly to Brenda, had recently started smoking pot.

At first it really bothered her, but now for some reason, it didn't so much.

Somehow, despite everything, Simon's eccentric ways, his unpredictability, his laziness, she still needed him.

Even though she was in no mood for sex at all lately, go figure, with her job, school and taking her meds now. She still somehow felt emotionally drawn to him.

In the little time she was at home though, she just wanted to crash and go to sleep. Life wasn't easy for her. She needed the meds to cope. 

Through all of this Simon was off in his own world. He'd finally tried having sex with men. Brenda knew absolutely nothing about it.

He'd sucked the cock of mutual friend Miguel. He'd gotten fucked by a butch fag down town, and now Simon was developing an appetite for gay sex. It was all he could think about.

His mind was becoming good and dirty. He liked that.

Like any other day, with Brenda at work, Simon woke up late in the afternoon. He took a few hits from his pot pipe. He then slowly got dressed.

He put on some vintage hippie bell bottom cotton pants. They were blue and white striped. They hugged his ample cock and balls and voluptuous ass cheeks. The kind of ass any gay man would drool over.

He boldly put on a ripped fish net top. One of Brenda's own, that showed his enticing fem boy tits.

He added a few colorful bracelets and wrist bands, picked up his shoulder bag and went out.

He walked like an air headed slut, and thought about nothing but sex.

His cock and balls were enraged and his ass tingled with eager anticipation.

He felt like he'd submit to anyone so very easily. He was eager to talk with anybody about cock!

The afternoon sun was shining on him just so lovely, and of course, he absolutely just hated wearing shoes! Going barefoot was such a feel good feeling that so very, very much appealed to him. Indeed it felt sexy, so why shouldn't he go barefoot?

Horny as fuck, pleasantly stoned on the pot, he made his way across a parking lot, through a park, across some tarmac and into a cool long Beach shopping mall. The cool tile floor felt precious under his bare soles.

A bulky black security guard eyed him suspiciously. Simon's cock got even harder. His ass jiggled from side to side subconsciously.

He'd started to do a slut walk. He was more than game now. Simon wanted gay sex. Sex with men. He wanted to get fucked. 

Here in the shopping mall today, he was going to get his hair done. As always he had Brenda's credit card. She paid for everything, so what did he care?

Nervously Simon made his way past shoppers and walked inside the hairdressers.

Simon had guessed that most hair dressers were gay, and this one that now approached him looked decidedly so. Simon's eyes blazed with sexual excitement.

"Hi. How may I help you?" he asked Simon in a soft voice.

He was about forty years old with crystal piercing blue eyes, and blonde dyed spiked hair.

To Simon's pleasure he wore tight, faded, flared designer jeans, a super low rise on his sexy hips. A maroon tight sleeveless halter top served his upper torso well, and my God, what an ass he had! Simon was melting.

"C'mon sweetie relax! My names Corbey!" He said.

Corbey took Simon by the hand and helped him into a barber's chair.

"You're a cutie alright babe," Corbey enthused, rubbing his slender fingers along Simon's aproned shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind if I smoke, most hairdressers do for some reason!" he laughed, excusing himself. Simon blushed and felt his heat rising even more.

"No, I don't mind if you smoke," said Simon softly, as the thought flashed through his mind that maybe he should try smoking. When offered one though, he somehow decided he wouldn't.

God, Corbey was turning Simon on though. Getting him hot! Simon wanted to squirm in his chair.

When he had a hand free, Corbey stroked Simon's neck area, and Simon could hear him breathing so soft and sexily, while his hair was being styled.

When he smoked, Simon could see him in the mirror, his thick luscious lips pursed as he exhaled. He held his cigarette and smoked it like a very, very sultry women. It enthralled Simon. 

When Simon's hair was done, it was amazing! It still flowed past his shoulders, but was now dyed black and had been straightened.

He had a thin purple streak down his left side, and a yellow streak down his right.

"It looks so cool! Maybe I should get some piercing done!" Simon exclaimed, now standing up.

Corbey walked over to him.

"Babe, I can hook you up with that," he said.

Corbey then used his subtle fingers to lightly twist one of Simon's nipples.

"You wanna come up to my place barefoot boy? I just live up stairs," Corbey asked, breathing heavily.

Simon's eyes flashed sexual enticement and he blushed.

"You bet I do Corbey," Simon said softly and longingly, staring deeply into Corbey's eyes, and very horny.

Corbey closed up the salon, then he and Simon left through a back door and went up some back stairs to Corbey's place.

Corbey's spacious apartment was sun lit, had hard wood floors and had cool designer furniture.

"Well sit down Simon, I'll get us some wine," offered Corbey. 

Simon stared in lust at his exquisite ass as he entered the kitchen.

Corbey then brought back two glasses of white wine and then sat next to Simon on the couch.

"Let's get high," Simon exclaimed, as he pulled a small bag of pot, and a pipe from out of his shoulder bag.

"Oh, you're not a big druggie, are you hun?" Corbey asked now somewhat concerned.

"No, I just started smoking pot. I really wanna try ecstacy though," Simon gushed. 

"Well please look after yourself if you wanna experiment Simon," Corbey advised, now lightly rubbing Simon's near thigh with his fingers.

"I'll be okay," Simon insisted, now taking his first hit from the pipe, filling his sweet, still clean lungs with the pungent smelling smoke.

"You want some?" Simon asked and slowly exhaled the smoke, and then offered the pipe to Corbey.

"Why not?" said Corbey laughing, and they proceeded to get high together. 

They sat and drank wine, Corbey continued rubbing Simon's thigh and sometimes teasingly ran his hand over Simon's cock and balls. 

"So dear, are you gay or bi?" asked Corbey inquisitively.

"I don't know. Maybe gay. I've just started having sex with guys. It's fun! I've just started getting into it." responded Simon enthusiastically.

"Oh baby, baby!" Corbey whispered like a sex kitten. His subtle fingers stroked Simon's fore arm. Things were getting hot!

He lightly squeezed Simon's cock and balls and began twirling his fingers once again around Simon's nipple.

Simon began breathing heavily with satisfaction.

Just then they were interrupted though.

A slim, but muscular oriental male of about 25, now stood several feet away, and was stark naked except for a skimpy red thong, through which Simon could see his cock stood ultra hard and upright!

He was hot! He was hungrily smoking a cigarette. 

"So Corbey, where did you find this sultry babe?" he asked, staring intently at Simon.

"Oh Simon dear," said Corbey.

"This is my roommate Aja," he gushed.

Aja groped his own swollen member and smiled.

"So you've just started getting into gay sex Simon?" he asked invitingly, taking another drag from his cigarette. 

"Yeah. I wanna get fucked and suck cock!" moaned Simon, now getting bold, tenderly groping Corbey's cock and balls.

"Well I'm game babe! Let's go!" offered Aja, smiling and feeling himself up, enticing Simon! 

Simon's cock was on fire!

In a moment they were in the bedroom, all stripped naked.

"Go on, get on the bed babe!" encouraged Corbey, patting Simon's luscious ass cheeks.

A deliciously eager Simon got on the bed on his hands and knees. Aja then got in front of him, waving his thick, stiff, quivering cock in front of Simon's face. 

Simon's ass shook suggestively and inflamed in front of corbey. 

"Fuck me Corbey please!" Simon pleaded.

Then Simon got distracted! He threw his lips onto Aja's pulsating cock head. His tongue went to work probing and lashing the cut prick. He sucked his cock greedily!

All through this, Corbey's cock was hard as a metal torpedo as Simon's ass swayed burningly, in front of him.

Corbey couldn't help but see that the soles of Simon's feet were pitch black!

"Dirty slut!" he muttered affectionately.

He patted Simon's ass again, and briefly fingered his asshole. Simon exploded with pleasure.

"Let's get wild then babe!" uttered Corbey, smashing his cock into Simon's hungry fuck hole.

Simon was going insane with pleasure now!

He manically voiced his pleasured expletives, with elation, depite his busy, busy cock sucking! Indeed! Simon was learning to suck cock like a pro now! 

"Baby you are so good at this!" testified a groaning, ecstatic Aja, now pumping his cock in and out of Simon's mouth!

Corbey slowly and steadily battered Simon's raging anus. Every time he thrust his cock up against Simon's prostate, the feeling was just mind blowing!

"So this is what it feels like to be a slut!" thought a feverish Simon, as the passion raged.

His tongue maddeningly licked and slashed Aja's hairy balls and cock. Corbey moaned in passion fucking Simon.

"Fucking whore!" he uttered!

His cock felt like a pulsating powerful spring inside of Simon. Driving him wild with every insertion. 

Simon's ass gyrated wildly as Corbey rode and fucked him like a bronco cowboy!

Simon smashed his own hand madly against his own cock and balls in insane peak sexual experience.

Corbey fingering his nipples, added even more fire to the vicious suck and fuck fest.

Aja's faced grimaced and he groaned in impossible heights of sexual satisfaction.

This was the wildest fucking sex possible baby! A fucking inferno!

Corbey was now leaning over Simon, passionately licking and kissing him, as he fucked his now raw ass faster and harder.

Simon's ass swiveled and kicked back in the elation. The bed shook mercilessly.

Aja moaned in unbelievable pleasure as his cock twisted in Simon's mouth and slammed against the back of his throat, like a rabid Boa constrictor. 

"This is so fucking good!" thought Simon as he palmed his own stiff, wet, pulsating cock.

Finally with one final blast, Corbey's cock slammed into Simon's asshole and the cum shot into him like a blown fire hydrant. Hot, sticky Semen swam inside of him.

At the same time, Aja's cock exploded into Simon's mouth. It gushed semen down his throat and forced Simon to gag.

Some of the delicious cum ran down his chin, as Aja repeatedly slapped his cock over Simon's face, squirting seed up his nostrils and into his eyes, soaking his hair.

"Oh baby!" screamed Simon in indescribable delight.

Now Simons cock discharged too. His cock and balls on fire! The cum flowed into his hand and onto the bed sheets.

He massaged his sex madly, making the most of this incredible orgasm, as Corbey's cock still danced in his cum filled crack, and Aja's prick still slapped against his face, firing the last of his semen onto him.

"Oh fuck!" Simon screamed!

Slowly, very slowly he finished himself off.

At long last all three of them fell about from exhaustion. The beautiful climax fully realized.

"Honey, you are such a good fuck slut!" enthused Corbey, nestling against Simon, and kissing his cum stained lips.

They drank more wine and smoked more pot. Aja had to leave to go to his waiters job.

"Gotta do it again soon babe! You are hot!" He told Simon, hugging and kissing him.

"Thanks for teaching me a few things babe," Simon replied sincerely, with his eyes watering. 

Simon and Corbey spent the rest of the night drinking, making out, and engaging in a burning, impassioned 69 session.

Corbey gave Simon money for a cab and walked outside with him.

"God damn! You are sexy!" Corbey told him urgently as they hugged and kissed, just before Simon got in the taxi.

Just as he got in the cab, from the corner of his eye, Simon saw Brenda's friend Josephine, standing just across the street .

Josephine had never liked Simon and she had been staring at him and Corbey the whole time since they had first walked outside.

"Oh well!" thought Simon in his drunken state.

Very fashionable, very fickle Josephine was shocked by what she had seen, even though she had always considered Simon a complete oddball. 

"Wow! Brenda wouldn't even know!" Josephine said to herself, more than slightly amazed.

When Simon arrived home at 3 a.m. he went straight to the bathroom and began puking out the wine. Brenda was awakened by it, but just tried to snuggle up closer to the the pillows.

"I wonder what he's up to now?" she muttered breathlessly.

When Simon felt better, and had cleaned himself, he climbed into the bed next to Brenda and went straight to sleep.

He had a hangover from hell the next day.



High and Low Ch. 08



Simon was definitely getting addicted to cock.

This femboy needed it more and more! As usual, dressed as a total slut in painted on low rise jeans, skimpy light blue halter top, wearing gypsy bangles and barefoot with toe rings, his wind swept now brunette hair just wild, this barefoot boy was looking to play.

He looked club slut cool.

A sexy sluttish fem fag.

He'd made his way to a Gay video store somewhere on Long Beaches sleazy side, and was now standing outside it. Simon was very, very horny.

He entered the darkened store, and saw a balding, unshaven, brooding, heavy set  man, about forty something behind the counter. He reeked of booze and smoked a foul smelling cigar. The stench of it filled the air, but somehow Simon didn't care anymore.

"Room number 6." The man barked at Simon, forth right and menacingly, never raising his eyes from the porn magazine he had on the counter.

Naive Simon was taken aback by this. He'd never been in one of these places before. All he could do was saunter nervously down the short carpeted hallway and enter room number 6. 

His bare feet felt every nuance of the cum stained, sweaty carpet . The heavy set man smirked evilly at him behind his back. Simon's ass shook seductively as always.

Entering the booth, Simon sat down on the bench. He pressed a button to view a transsexual video, and filled his pot pipe. He deeply inhaled the thick marijuana smoke, and this helped dissipate some of the tension he had felt.

Smoking the pot, getting high, he paid little attention to the video.

Finally feeling good, Simon decided to leave the video store and maybe find a groovy club to dance at. Maybe he'd get fucked.

Simon waved his girlfriend Brenda's credit card at the guy behind the counter.

"Look fuck head!. We only take cash, not that plastic shit! Gimme six bucks." The man snarled, half spitting at Simon.

"I don't have any money!" replied a worried Simon meekly. All he had was the credit card and some bus tickets in his shoulder bag!

The man groaned and quickly moved around the counter, he stood about 6 '7 tall. A big seething angry man.

He pushed Simon back several feet with his grubby dirty hand.

"Come on bitch. Get into the room!" he venomously, threateningly ordered Simon, and smiled wickedly like the foul devil he was.

Simon though very scared and of course apprehensive, felt his prick now turn hard as a metal rod!

This was turning him on for Christ sake! His heart was beating like crazy!

"He wants to humiliate me." Simon thought, getting rabid, sickly enticing, pleasurable sexual thoughts.

"Okay." Simon replied weakly, and walked very slowly, though gamely in front of the burly beast and again entered room number 6.

"Get down on your fucking knees!" The beast man now shouted at Simon.

He then violently swatted Simon across the side of his head with his bear paw fist! 

Simon felt the cold steel of metal rings smash against his skull! It fucking hurt! God, did it ever!

"Don't hurt me!" screamed Simon nearly falling down!

Despite the pain, Simon now got down on his knees, threw his mouth onto the monsters thick, uncut ten inch prick and began sucking cock like his life depended on it.

Somehow Simon was viciously turned on! 

The beast had his hands on Simon's head, and groaned as he swayed back and forth slightly.

Simon worked his tongue on his cock and balls, and fingered his thick hairy shaft.

Simon was now getting his mouth fucked vigorously.

The man roughly moved Simon's head Back and forth in rhythm to Simon's sucking of his Sinister prick. Simon groaned ecstatically in pleasure too, amidst his incessant cock slurping! Of course he would do , he was a fag now!

Simon rolled his tongue desperately, yet superbly over the fat cock head, grunting like a slave. He felt exhilaration when the man pumped it to the back of his mouth, nearly choking him!

"Fucking slut bitch!" the man would mutter in between his heavy groans.

"Down on my knees, I'm yours baby!" Simon thought as he feverishly sucked his enforcer, tormenter's manhood.

The man fucked Simon's mouth like an angry baboon, and sounded like it too!

Simon just sucked and groaned like the fem boy slut he had become. He so wanted to serve, and be the total submissive cock sucking queen!

Suddenly, the evil one's cock exploded into Simon's mouth, and Simon deliriously devoured the delicious demon jism as best he could, before choking and having it all run down onto his halter top.

Down on all fours in sexual ecstasy, Simon then slowly got on his feet as the man fell back on the bench exhausted.

"Look! Just get the fuck outta here faggot!" he shouted at Simon, while trying to gain composure.

Intimidated again, Simon grabbed his shoulder bag and wisely, quickly left the store.

Simon padded barefoot onto a bus with the cum still dripping from his mouth, down his chin, his halter top now near soaking wet.

His cock was still rock hard.

"Maybe I'll masturbate at the back of the bus," Simon slyly thought as he gave his ticket to the bus driver.

The next day, the back of the bus stank to high hell.

Soon, a few days later, Simon revisited the Long Beach shopping mall with the idea of seeing his gay lover hairdresser Corbey. It wasn't to be though, as Simon had stopped to read gay mags at a magazine stand, and had caught the attention of a hot older, dark skinned European man by the name of Pierre.

What a site Simon was though! A sluttish sultry barefoot boy in skin tight jeans, and funky jaded club wear.

Pierre looked ultra urban chic and ultra magnificent sexy in his dark Armani leisure suit. He had spent a lot of time in the Ibiza gay clubs.

"My God! You are one sexy hot fucking boy!" Pierre had uttered in his Slight French accent.

Simon, now twenty nine, just blushed.

"Actually I'm from Montreal." He told Simon while his eyes deliciously took feast of Simon's obviously available sexual attributes. Simon looked that much of a slut!

Simon admired Pierre's mustache! He wondered what his cock would feel like in that mouth.  Pierre was tall and thin, olive skinned, black haired and black eyed, and exuded a come hither let me fuck you sexual magnetism that easily enticed Simon. 

"You're hot too, babe!" warmly gushed Simon, looking up from his magazine, looking him in the eye, now getting so very confident.

Simon's prick was now on fire! 

They went to a nearby cafe and drank some wine, to have a good time.

Pierre chain smoked long, lean white filtered cigarettes.

Sometimes when he smoked, Pierre looked like he was sucking a cock. His French lips pursed and pushed out the plumes of smoke that only enhanced the sexual vibe everywhere. Somehow effeminate, Pierre was truly one hot gay man. 

Simon was also getting very high.

"I'm glad you brought me here." said Simon.

"Cool!" said Pierre. 

"You want a cigarette?" offered Pierre. 

"Yeah. Why not?" replied Simon.

Simon had never smoked before. 

Simon took the cigarette with his thin fingers, and then nervously placed it between his plump lips, and then accepted a light from Pierre.

Simon took a drag and then had a more than slight coughing spell.

"I just started." said Simon like an air head, and waved the cigarette back and forth with his hand like a limp wrist queen.

This turned Pierre on.

Simon then took another longer drag, and did a much better job exhaling the smoke this time. He laughed nervously.

He still looked like a queen.

Simon's cock was hard.

"I want to fuck you!" Extolled Pierre, his hand now grasping Simon's across the table.

"I'm a slut!" gushed an enticed, always easy Simon. 

Simon then took another quicker drag from his cigarette.

"You've just started." said Pierre.

Back at Pierre's basement apartment, Pierre's nose was now in front of Simon's bare ass.

Simon was on his hands and knees!

Sex on the carpet! 

"You never stink baby!" extolled Pierre, sinking his nose into Simon's ass cheeks, before boarding him from behind in fuck you position. 

He then proceeded to sink his cock into Simon and batter ram his anus at a dangerous rate. He leaned over a hunched down Simon and and nibbled Simon's back and massaged his fem boy torso while his cock pounded and did the damage.

Each of Pierre's hammer thrusts felt like divine sexual intervention to Simon. They hit insane peak prostate euphoria.

"Hurt me!" so managed to yell an ecstatic moaning Simon!

"Be my slut." Pierre aggressively gasped, pumping Simon with a renewed, even more urgent aggression.

Simon writhed like fuck under Pierre with pleasure!

"I love you baby. God I love you baby!" Pierre harshly whispered in his ear, upon each physical hammer thrust.

Each thrust hurt Simon's ass, but it hurt so fucking good!

Simon felt womanly warmth at giving in to each invading cock hammering. He sweated his shit out during the intense fuck, as did Pierre above him.

"I love giving my ass away!" squealed Simon, madly gyrating his own ass, as Pierre relentless screwed him.

They rocked back and forth, two lovers so intense, getting exhausted, gasping for breath, blind to everything but their immediate sexual salvation.

Pierre ruled Simon, and Simon was his. True Rainbow lovers in the burning heat.

As their sexual excitement peaked, Their rocking back and forth got insanely more violent. They both now moaned uncontrollably.

"You fucking whore!" exalted Pierre breathlessly. Their two bodies heaving as one.

At long last, Pierre shot his load into Simon. The bubbly sperm swam into his insides! Simon nearly died from the orgasm. His prostate exploded! It blew Simon's mind apart! 

Simon wreathed, moaning on the ground as his own cock and balls exploded and flooded Pierre's carpet with his own hot sticky cum. The living room now stank of jism.

In the aftermath, they had a hell of a time slowly regaining their breath.

Simon now stood satisfied he was now yet another guy's fem slut.

Yet another guy's easy fuck.

He was becoming a whore.

Earlier that summer Simon had ran into an old high school class mate who he knew when he lived with his mother and sister, in a small town 100 miles North of LA.

Beth just now lived a few blocks away from Simon's girlfriends Brenda's house in Long Beach.

Beth was the consummate high school stoner back then, and she still looked the stoned hippie part. She wore the whole bit, bell bottoms, beads, headbands and sometimes went barefoot.

She was another strawberry sunshine California girl.

"You were such a square in high school, but you look awesome now!" she told Simon.

Sometimes Brenda and her boyfriend Jon, a tall thin reedy male with a large Blonde Afro, would go over to Brenda's place where they would party with Simon.

They'd smoke pot and drink beer and listen to music. Both Beth and Jon chained smoked cigarettes and the over flowing ashtrays and Nicotine clouds got on Brenda's nerves really bad. She didn't party with them anyway she was too busy.

They said they could get Simon some ecstasy and Simon was very excited about this.

"I wanna try it so bad!" he gushed. 

Simon, Beth and Jon went to a rave where Simon finally swallowed a tab of E.

Simon had never felt so sexed up in his life!

When the E buzz hit and he started dancing, his entire universe was a sensual, erotic celebration. He moved in tune to the thumping techno beat and gyrated on a wave of pure wanton grooviness.

The three of them retired to a backroom to take a break. They lay about on cushions pleasantly stoned. Beth and Jon lit up cigarettes and took swigs of water.

"Can I have a cigarette?" asked Simon.

"When did you start smoking baby?" asked Beth curiously.

"Just recently, when I started sucking cock," said a stoned Simon giggling, and then taking a light from Beth.

Replenished with water, the nicotine seemed to refresh Simon even more in his E state.

Simon puffed away, dragging contentedly.

"I heard that honey!" came a thin male voice from a few feet away. Heard clearly through the thump of drum and bass.

A tall thin muscular male, about thirty dressed in skintight shiny purple latex briefs, and latex halter top eyed Simon with a horny vengeance.

He was obviously very, very turned on by Simon.

"I'm Max," he said, his brown eyes smiling hungrily. His face was of thin features, framed by long light brown hair tied back in a pony tail.

He fingered his cock and balls.

Simon saw that his finger nails were painted red!

Jon was also looking very turned on too! Turned on by Simon!

Max then sat down next to Simon and took his hand slowly and kissed it.

Simon blushed and was somehow speechless, but his horniness was indescribable.

Soon Max and Simon were intertwined and viciously engaged in tongue to tongue necking. Somehow Simon's jean button got undone and Max was then also feeling up the barefoot boy's sex vigorously.

His thin sensual fingers slid over Simon's very hard cock and very hard balls with the rapid authority of a sex artisan. The whole time, their tongues and lips made out with each other in hyper passion.

"Baby! Turn me on!" squealed Simon.

The whole time an amazed Beth and a very, very game looking Jon watched them.

Soon Simon's jeans were off and Max was in behind him breathing heavily, his cock now starting to penetrate Simon's interior anal area.

Now Jon in a violent heat quickly undid his Jeans clap and let them fall to the ground.

"That's it! Let me suck your cock!" screamed Simon!

Beth just watched in awe, even more amazed. 

Soon a panting Jon's long limber cock was in Simon's mouth as Max proceeded to royally screw Simon.

Simon gurgled as his mouth worked Jon's prick. Jon wreathed and moaned deliriously, as Max ferociously fucked Simon. He made loud slapping noises with every thrust against Simon's pink ass.

Simon was in ecstasy and rocked back and forth to every anal violation. 

In the darkened room, other couples made out and had sex but none quite as excited as these three sluts.

"Wow! I wonder what Beth thinks?" thought Simon through the crazed, passionate sex.

After all, he was sucking her boyfriends cock right in front of her!

Simon's ass was vibrating back and forth at a stellar rate as Max's prick gave him his steady persistent asshole reaming. Simon swallowed and licked up and down, and sometimes lightly nibbled Jon's formidable cock.

When Jon ejaculated into Simon's mouth, Simon swallowed the plentiful cum like a hungry starving man, in time to his ass shaking orgasm, which Max triggered by shooting his ferocious load into him. 

Beth just sat, smiled and stared intensely while sipping from the water bottle and smoking.

The climax was heavenly beautiful and Beth had seen it all, and Simon had shown Jon gay sex for the first time.

Doing E is good.



High and Low Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Let's all go bi

The day was gloriously beautiful. Simon was dressed in faded skintight soft denim jeans. Nice tight lowrise hugging his ass and hips. Scuffed Hippie flares touching the top of his barefeet. He wore a sparkly silver club wear top and of course, always a collection of sluttish bangles on his fem boy wrists. He threw a purple girlie purse strap over his shoulder, and walked outside barefoot onto the black tarmac.

Brenda followed him outside, looking equally hot in jeans, a lavender top and spike heels . She was going to work.

Some of their neighbors saw them. They didn't like Simon.

"Corby gave me these." He said out loud , reaching into his purse for a pack of Benson and Hedges menthol cigarettes.

"I've started smoking." He said to Brenda, somewhat embarrassed yet curious as to what she'd think.

He placed one of the cigarettes between his pursed lips and nervously lit it with his pink lighter. He was looking like a little more experienced smoker now, as he exhaled a thick plume of smoke, his cigarette dangling from his fingers, his wrists enticingly limp.

Some of his neighbors leered at him. They hated him even more. Some were secretly very turned on.

"When did you start smoking?" Brenda asked incredulously, obviously disgusted but short of time to fully vent her feelings.

"I don't know, about a month ago." he muttered.

"I'm so disappointed in you!" she said, then got in her car. 

His cock was getting hard. This was getting Simon excited. He took another drag from his cigarette. He feverishly felt up his cock and balls. It felt so good.

Brenda watched him as she drove away. Simon's bare toes crimped, as his bare soles felt soothed on the hot tarmac.    

Brenda was sure of one thing though. He had most certainly changed.

"I've seen him hanging out with gay men," her friend the gossipy Josephine had giddily remarked to her. Her voice insinuated that there was more to it. Now there were lots of rumors.

Sure Brenda used a dildo on him in the bedroom, but any gay related sex was nothing but pure fantasy. After all, there were many sexual transmitted diseases and surely he must be responsible.

 Indeed now, Simon's lisp was even more pronounced than before. His movements even more effeminate than ever, but Brenda was in love with her androgynous, techno hippy boyfriend. Yes, she'd also seen the gay porn mags Simon had accumulated, but these were probably just a phase, as was the light drugs, Marijuana and ecstasy he'd now started using.

Brenda was also getting a little concerned about his very expensive use of her credit cards. Simon was spending a lot of her money. He'll settle down though she thought. He was just a twenty nine year old man boy who now wanted to be a club kid for awhile. Gotta stay cool. Her boyfriend just wanted to experiment.

 A few days later, Simon smoked some pot and thought of Miguel. The act of being discovered was becoming sort of appealing though. Very, Very sexy he thought. His heart and mind raced and his cock became a taught hard torpedo. He was gonna call Miguel.

 Miguel's voice was hot sexy Latin.

 "You been a bad boy baby?" he asked Simon.

 "Since my first time with you Miguel I've been a slut. Brenda doesn't even know yet." He giggled.

 "I'll be over there soon baby!" Miguel said steamily into the earpiece and hung up.

When Miguel got out of the cab, he looked a devilishly delicious sight. A Latin Freddy Mercury. His thick black hair had been shorn short, and he now wore a mustache. His sublime desire to have a Vagina mouth. He wore a skimpy bdsm style leather top and painted on black latex tights. Simon noticed he was barefoot too! His sandals in his leather shoulder bag. His toenails varnished black. What a surprise! Simon's desire received a heady jolt when Miguel walked, his barefeet slapped on the tarmac and his ass cheeks jiggled just as sexily as Simon's!

They soon hugged and groped each other on the driveway. Miguel fondled Simon's breasts and pinched a nipple.

"Baby I missed you." Miguel whispered.

They both smiled dreamily, sexily.

The gay lovers hugged and briefly necked out in the open. Simon's neighbors seeing them.

They went inside the house and into the bedroom, feverishly eyeing each other in the thick of sexual heat. Horny techno music slammed out of the speakers. Simon did a brief dance. Shaking his sexy ass and hips like a disco queen.

They sipped wine. The throbbing techno music blasted. Simon brushed his hair out of his face, smiled slyly and lit up a cigarette. He smoked like a slut. A wanton woman. He licked his lips provocatively as he exhaled the smoke, all the while lustily eyeing Miguel.

Miguel's cock stood thick and upright through his spandex crotch in an utmost statement of approval. 

"You look like such a slut honey. I'm so looking forward to fucking you raw." Miguel loudly hissed in queer heat.

Simon had removed his jeans and let them slip to the ground. He fondled his thick stiff cock, took another drag from his cigarette, smiled and then climbed on to the bed, shaking his ass eagerly at Miguel.

"Do it baby! Fuck me now please!" he urgently pleaded.

Miguel peeled off his tights and hungrily got in behind Simon on the bed. He placed his hands on the delicious bottom boy's hips and groaned.

Simon felt the first thrust of Miguel's cock up against his prostate and he shivered in delight.

"I'm so glad I turned you fag!" Said Miguel belatedly, now pumping Simon's slut hole more vigorously.

"You're a dream! I'm a total slut now!" excitedly exclaimed Simon in a breathless lisp.

 They both rocked back and forth together, in time and dance to the pounding techno beat. The headboard of the bed slamming against the wall.

Miguel's cock made loud swishing sounds and battered Simon's anal cavity, like a thick busy slippery hungry shark.

Simon was delirious with pleasure. His prostate feeling every fine touch from Miguel's cock head.

"Oh baby fuck me! Hurt me!" he'd gasp while Miguel moaned and groaned anxiously . Both of them at the peak of slutdom.

The bed creaked in symphony with the sounds of lust. Simon and Miguel were panting louder, getting more red in the face as Miguel fucked his ass ever more violently. 

 Simon managed to grab his cigarette from the ashtray and take a drag as Miguel's cock repeatedly entered him. He shuddered and moaned as his ass swayed viciously back and forth and he used his free hand to play with his own madly enticed cock and balls.

"God. I'm getting my my ass fucked right here on Brenda's bed!" he thought deliriously.

Finally in a great crescendo, Miguel shot his burning load into him. They both fell back on their sides moaning and groaning with pleasure. The Latin boy's semen ran a hot stream into Simon's tender insides. With Miguel still in behind, Simon also then ejaculated, spurting, cum staining the bed sheets. They shared sultry passion kisses as they climaxed.

The orgasm was incredible. Both of them out of their minds.

"I love the way you fuck me Miguel." Simon uttered before sharing more sloppy wet kisses.

 Then he received the shock of his life! Brenda was standing right there in the open doorway! Her face white as a ghost. It turned out her work shift had been rescheduled.

She was clearly exasperated.

"Why didn't you tell me you were having sex with men?" She asked Simon in a low voice.

"Oh Hi Miguel." She also added nervously, sarcastically.

They both just looked stunned, slightly embarrassed, and sat on the edge of the bed, regaining their breath.

"It just sort of happened." said Simon.

"Oh right! How many men have you been to bed with?" She asked accusingly, yet somewhat deadpan.

"Just one." He lied.

That night Brenda refused to speak to him. When Simon climbed into bed beside her, she turned off the lamp and turned away from him, facing the wall. It wasn't the most pleasant nights sleep.

Just how many men had he slept with though? Brenda really didn't want to consider just how dirty of a slut he had now become. He had changed incredibly. He had started getting into drugs, began drinking, told Lies and who knows what else. He made Brenda so mad sometimes!

Time passes though. Ever so slowly. A few days then a week.

The idea of a bisexual Simon did ever so slowly, begin appealing to Brenda. Thus her sex life with him started to eventually become more lust soaked. She began playfully berating him even more for being a cocksucker. It seemed to make her dildo thrusts on Simon's precious fem boy ass even more raw and sexually charged.

The sex got hotter.

What I don't know doesn't have to hurt me, she'd now think. Her pussy getting inflamed, her nipples firmer.

They'd dance in gay clubs together. Simon sometimes hinting at the possibility of a threesome. This got Brenda hot. Was she changing too? She was getting mildly stoned on the second hand pot smoke Simon exhaled. Maybe this was an influence. Whatever brought her closer sexually to him she was all for. The more sluttish he got the more turned on she now became. Surely this had to lead to something more.

"Yeah, Simon's bisexual," Brenda now unabashedly told her friend Josephine. Her pussy starting to throb with excitement.

"I don't care if he has a boyfriend." she added.

Josephine seemed in slight shock. Brenda dug this.

Briefly it flashed through Brenda's mind the possibility of her having sex with Josephine!

Lithe, long legged, auburn haired rather cold Josephine.

"God, I'm getting wicked." She slyly thought, so pleased with herself. She now wanted to start fingering her pussy.

What about Brenda's friend Farrah though? Miguel's girlfriend. Surely Farrah must know about Simon and Migeul's gay fling. How could she not? Brenda hadn't talked to her in a while though, since they were both working different shifts at the hospital.

She now wondered what Farrah would be like in bed!

In a stroke of horny brilliance, they setup a night out with them at Gameboy, a hot Long beach gay club.

Simon was looking ultra fem boy hot in painted on skyblue spandex tights, unusually not barefoot, wearing light brown ankle high slut boots and a skyblue sizzle halter top. Brenda wore fishnet leggings, four inch spike heels, gold mini skirt, and a sparkling gold sleeveless top. Blonde hair out everywhere. They both looked incredibly sluttish. Exactly how they felt.

Meeting Migeul and Farrah was a hot proposition and then they appeared!

Miguel was dressed in all white Lycra. Skintight just right, with crotch bulging through. Farah wore excruciatingly sexy torn designer jeans, spike heels, and a see through white blouse, her ample tits on proud display. Her hair was done in braids Ala Bo Derek. It all spoke club whore. 

They met on the dance floor and hugged, all rock hard cocks, throbbing pussies and full of hot anticipation. Brenda and Farrah could both see Simon and Miguel passionately groping each other, feeling up each other's cock areas as they shared intense French kisses and hugged. Brenda especially got very excited.

They danced intensely to the raging, pumping dance music. Shaking their asses in wild abandon. They eyed each other with wicked intent. Simon and Miguel often groped each other soon feverishly necking. This made the girls extremely hot.

 Brenda and Farrah now started to neck too. At first softly, then much more intensely.

"I never thought we'd do this!" gushed Brenda.

"I'm not complaining baby! I always thought you were hot!" Farrah belatedly replied in between necking.

The dance music blasted out of the speakers relentlessly.

They took a break from dancing and Miguel lit up his pot pipe. Simon and Farrah also took long satisfied drags.

" Can I try it? " asked Brenda.

" Sure babe. Vive la corruption! " laughed Farrah as Brenda laughingly, sometimes coughing violently, tried pot for the first time. 

The mellow stone soon added to her already very horny mood. To her surprise she really liked the pot buzz! It went down well with the shooters they were all drinking.

She looked and felt so fucking sexy! 

Simon lit up a long white cigarette and began smoking like a sultry club slut. Striking a pose. Posing just right. Still moving his body to the electric dance beat. His spandex ass cheeks jiggled, glistening in the dancing strobe lights.

" You've changed Simon. You've changed a lot baby! " Farrah gushed, laughing in stoned admiration.

She gently rubbed her long finger nailed hands over his ass cheeks and fingered his bulging crotch area, and smiled like a devil woman. Simon softly moaned. She greedily massaged him. Brenda and Miguel looked on very, very enticed.

"Thanks so much Farrah honey." he dreamily replied, smiling and slightly swaying. Simon and Miguel then openly swallowed tabs of ecstasy. They all tore up the dance floor some more and then took a cab back to Brenda and Simon's place. Simon no longer cared if Brenda saw him taking drugs.

In Brenda's living room techno music once again blasted out of the speakers as they drank wine, smoked pot and let the sexual tension intensify.

Simon now mildly, pleasantly buzzing on E, kicked off his boots, showing electric blue toenails. The soles of his feet were pitch black. 

"I went barefoot all over LA.!" he said, taking a slow drag on his cigarette.

"Cool babe. Let's do the bi scene!" shouted Farrah excitedly. Dancing and jiggling her tits about.

"I'm game!" uttered Simon , looking lustily into Farrah's eyes, as he slowly stripped off his tights.

Farrah stripped out of her jeans, fell back on a chair and bicycled her long exquisite sexy legs in the air. 

"I want Simon to eat me out! Please do!" she hungrily exclaimed.

So Simon was soon on his knees, and his messy blonde locks were all that was visible as his tongue action started on her burning pussy. This Queerboy sucked her vagina like he sucked cock. His tongue in rapid fire busy time, lapping up Farrah's tasty juices.

"Okay barefoot boy!" uttered Miguel.

 Miguel then got in behind him, and started screwing his favorite slut, leaning over him. He felt Miguel's breath on the back of his neck, and his anus became inflamed as Miguel's thick prick invaded him.

"My ass is yours baby!" Simon blurted.



"Fucking, fucking bitch!" Miguel loudly muttered as he twisted and turned violently on his knees in behind Simon. 

 His fat cock twisted, battered and turned inside the slut's anus crack. Igniting the slut's sensitive prostate to delirium. God it hurt Simon, but it hurt so fucking good!

 Brenda now got under Simon and started passionately sucking his hard stiffened cock. She squirmed and moaned under him. Her thick lips clamped on his excited rod. Her tongue madly swished and lapped around Simon's cockhead , She then took his cock all the way down her throat.

Farrah shivered and cried in mad delight as Simon ate her out. Her knees now locked around his head.

Miguel was now fucking him with the force of a battering ram. He'd loudly groan and then swivel fire his raging cock into his burning slut hole. Simon moaned in ungodly pleasure as he madly slurped Farrah's decadent syrup.

His cock was on fire in Brenda's mouth . Her fingers played with his tender sensitive nipples. This orgy was fucking incredible.

Gay love! Bi love! 

Farrah began having incredibly heightened orgasms. 

"Oh sweet, sweet cocksucker!" she screamed in pleasure.

She'd lost control!

Miguel continued to savagely fuck Simon the whore.

He now held onto Simon for dear life as he exploded and began firing his burning man juice into the slut. His prick an intense sexual drill, shooting out it's burning semen. Simon's ass gyrated in raging submissive glory.

"Yeah! I am a slut!" he squealed as his own cum now exploded down Brenda's throat and all over her face. She gagged and gurgled with pleasure.

"You fucking tart!" Brenda playfully screamed!

She fell back on the carpet and began fingering her own pussy and moaning and groaning. Simon's cum still hot and sticky all over her face and tits.

Farrah fell over her and began passionately sucking up Brenda's exquisite pussy juices! These women were fucking wild! Brenda had Farrah's gyrating pussy right in front of her face! She started licking it!

"Oh babe! babe!" she screamed.

It was so cool seeing Brenda have sex with another woman!

Simon started to finish himself off masturbating, and his fem boy cum spurted out, added to the growing pool on the floor.

The chicks were now in a full 69 with Farrah on top, and ate each other out like hot lesbos. They squirmed and squealed like little girls!

Simon and Miguel just watched in awe, both vibrantly playing with themselves more.

Soon the multiple orgasms came!

Miguel wound up shooting his thick creamy load all over Simon's face. Simon swallowed whatever he could in total ecstasy. Like the hungry bitch he was. He was Miguel's bitch.

"Little slut!" gasped Miguel.

Hot red faced Farrah and Brenda seeing this, continued madly tonguing each other's cunts!

Incredible sex!

The night finally came to an end at 6 A.M. when Miguel royally fucked Brenda, and Farrah passion fucked Simon's asshole strap on style. 

 That night Simon had sucked Miguel's cock four times, and taken his cum load up his ass twice. Brenda was very proud of Simon.

 He and Brenda awoke at 4 P.M. the next afternoon. They both sat up against the headboard. Simon lit up a cigarette.

"We're both sluts now." he thought with feverish pleasure.

Brenda stared at him longingly and thought about just how much she loved him though. She couldn't do without him.

Simon dragged on his cigarette and blew smoke across the bedroom. They smiled at each other.

"Hey hon. Let me try it. Let me take a drag." asked Brenda taking the extra length cigarette from him.

She put the filter to her lipstick stained pouty lips and took a long slow drag, holding the smoke in, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke. Her eyes looked quizzical and animated.

"Hey not bad! I didn't think I'd like it, it tastes okay!" she exclaimed. She laughed and handed the cigarette back to Simon.

Simon's cock got hard. He got thoughtful.

"You know Brenda, maybe we won't be together much longer." said Simon.

Brenda was floored! What was Simon saying? He couldn't break up with her! Where would he go? What would he do? She panicked. She looked at him longingly. He was beautiful.

Was something not understood? Why? Don't worry thought Brenda.

She then smiled at him. She rubbed his forearm affectionately.

The sex had gotten incredible. Some of Brenda's friends had remarked though, that Simon could bring her down. To hell with them, is all Brenda could think.

Brenda's twenty year old brother Jake was coming to visit her in a few days. He'd changed all of a sudden apparently. He was nearly expelled from college.

 Last year he had been an honor student. This year he failed nearly all his courses. Her parents told her that he was acting really strange lately. He looked like a wild emo kid now. He even went barefoot sometimes. Pretty strange thought Brenda.

She arrived home one afternoon to find Jake and Simon having sex! She freaked!

"Get the fuck out Simon!" she screamed angrily knocking a lamp over.

She threw suitcases from her bedroom into the hallway. All Simon's clothes too.

"Get the fuck out of here now! I'll call my brother John! He'll fucking kill you!" she screamed again.

How could Simon do this to her?

Brenda heard Simon leaving in the cab. She cried and cried her eyes out. 



High and Low Ch. 10



The cab came to a stop outside Corbey's building.

"You should wear some shoes asshole!" the gruff taxi driver extolled teary eyed Simon, as the fem boy gathered his two bags from the back seat of the cab. "Oh please!" is all he could mutter as he stumbled barefoot up the steps to Corbey's place and impatiently, urgently banged on his door. Corbey opened the door just more than a little startled.

"Just what is it?" he asked, perplexed at Simon's state.

"You've gotta help me! Brenda's thrown me out!" wailed an anguished Simon, Now crying and sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streaming down onto his fem boy mesh top.

They carried Simon's bags inside and Simon sat down on the couch and lit up a cigarette. Tears still flowed down his face.

Corbey noticed Simon's ass so fine in his tight woman's jeans.

"I don't know what to do?" he sobbed again.

"Can I have a drink?" he asked Corbey.

"Er, sure." replied Corbey, now knowing that indeed, Simon was definitely a train wreck just waiting to happen.

"Well, you can stay here for a little while." Corbey offered, placing a glass of wine in front of a now much more satisfied Simon.

He was recovering slowly.

Ever so slowly.

Simon asked something from everybody it seems. Always.

Simon soon had the slut glint in his eyes though.

"Cool babe." he then cooed softly, dragging on his cigarette, Bangles and bracelets softly jangling on his wrists, sipping the wine and feeling much better.

Corbey and his Asian roommate Aja royally fucked Simon over the next few days. Simon swallowed buckets full of cum. Not just from Corbey and Aja's cocks but also from some of their friends. Simon was a popular slut wherever he went now.

"You're nothing but a street slut now, hey Simon?"Corbey admonished him as he and Ana took turns fucking his sorry ass. 

Aja's fucking of Simon was especially incessant as he really didn't like him.

"Whatever will become of you baby?" he goaded him during one sex session, as his thick cock pummeled Simon's ass relentlessly.

Simon was too busy to answer with his ass being pumped, and his lips around, and his tongue swiftly probing Corbey's rock hard member.

Simon then took Aja's hot burning cum load into him, with his ass gyrating violently in the excitement, as Corbey then slapped his cock all over Simon's face, cum shooting everywhere and anywhere, until Simon got his lips on his cock head and then sucked it all down most gratefully.

"At least you have one thing going for you, you're a great fuck." said Aja dryly.

Simon just smiled, and with the cum still dripping from his mouth, he lit up another cigarette.

Aja did have reason to resent Simon though. Simon stayed at their place, drank all their wine, smoked all their pot and cigarettes, ate their food, borrowed their money with no intention of ever paying them back. He then stayed in bed all day, sleeping until late afternoon. It was so different from the way Aja was brought up.

Aja soon discussed this with Corbey. 

"He's really only just started getting into all these things too!" said an exasperated Aja.

"It's okay babe. I'll tell him he has to go in a few days." Corbey then told his Asian lover.

They exchanged kisses.

Simon took the news hard.

"Why babe? Please don't! What will I do?" asked an urgent, very, very lost Simon.

"Well you can't stay here forever." is all Corbey could say.

Corbey and Aja went out by themselves to a club that night, and left Simon all alone in the apartment.

Simon just drank wine and now chain smoked cigarettes. He got more and more depressed.

"What will happen to me?" he worried, shaking nervously despite the wine he was consuming. He was a nervous wreck.

"Nobody loves me! Nobody cares about me!" he wailed to himself. Tears now streaming down his cheeks. 

"Look what I've become! I'm now just a slut!" He cried to himself.

His mood got more and more dark. He felt more alone by the minute.

Every sip of wine sent him lower.

He thought about razor blades.

"Help me!" he murmured out loud and then went in the bathroom.

He opened the medicine cabinet door. He began opening bottles. Not even caring to read the labels.

He started swallowing pills two or three at a time. 

"I don't wanna live!" he then cried again.

He swallowed more and more pills. He was soon swallowing handfuls!

Swaying, feeling dizzy, he turned to the bathroom door. Several seconds later his body hit the bathroom floor, reeling in darkness and confusion. Not wanting to live anymore. He was soon out like a light.

Simon lay in a coma in his hospital room at the LA general. Somehow word had been dispatched to his step mother, Irene Thomas about his condition. Irene, like Simon's real father never really cared about Simon, regarding him as nothing but a flake. Still Irene liked to keep up appearances about being a solid citizen, and dispatched her daughter Debbie to give an envelope to the doctors at the hospital regarding his welfare.

After about a week Simon slowly came out of his coma. A few weeks later he took a taxi to his old address in West Hollywood. He was moving back in there. This had been arranged by Irene. In her mind, this was hopefully the last thing she would ever have to do for Simon. Oh, it had been arranged for him to see shrinks too.

"Hopefully now I've washed my hands of him!" she told Debbie.

Jessica, Simon's fifty something blond, buxom, land lady, was most surprised to see Simon again. She didn't know where he had been for the last year, what he had done with himself, or about his hospital stay and suicide attempt. Simon's step cousin Debbie had quickly dropped off a rental deposit, left, and that was it.

Simon typically had misplaced his luggage. He now wore Levi's and t-shirts provided by a charitable organization. They still looked good on his skinny, sexy frame. Jessica was surprised to see Simon wearing running shoes all the time now. He used to go barefoot everywhere. His hair was in it's longish messy blond state. Although now thirty, he could still pass for twenty two.

The psychiatrist Doctor Mildred Bradley had a strong effect on Simon.

"I started getting into drugs when I was in Long Beach. I started having sex with men. I changed completely." Simon told her.

"Well you did get a little crazy. Let's hope it doesn't lead to suicide again." stated the doctor.

"I know. I don't need to go back there" Simon muttered nervously, his voice slightly shaking.

The only drugs, or substance of any kind that Simon took now, were some light mood modifiers Doctor Bradley gave him. He was still depressed though. His self esteem at it's lowest.

"I just wanted to experiment for awhile." he told her.

Doctor Bradley just listened. Something about Simon was really turning her on.

"Well, well, well baby. Well, well, well." She just muttered, smiling

Now that he was back in West Hollywood, Simon tried staying away from the main streets. The hardened street types who he knew before always looked down on him. Be it Kolver the drug dealer, Brenda the hardened bisexual slut, or the mega queen Claude, they all just thought of Simon as a spineless, unexciting little square. Simon was well aware of this.

"So I decided to get wild while I was in Long Beach." Simon thought to himself somehow ashamed.

Long Beach was the Suburbs. It wasn't the hard streets of LA. Somehow Simon felt safe and uninhibited there. Now back in West Hollywood, he knew things weren't so forgiving. Far from it. This made his self esteem plummet even lower. 

People get eaten alive everyday in downtown LA. Simon just wasn't street wise at all.

He was from small town California.

"I'm no good at anything, and nobody likes me." He told himself. He'd often cry.

The only solace Simon found was attending a community drop in center around the corner from where he lived. Outreach 42. A lot of street people went in there. Junkies, bums, prostitutes, psychiatric out patients, the disenfranchised. Somehow, Simon didn't feel so alone at Outreach. In the late afternoons when he got out of bed, he'd drop in there.

He'd enjoy a free snack. He'd watch TV. He'd mingle with the lost souls. Sometimes his cock got hard, He'd see a hot cross dresser, or a gay hustler, and his mind raced and his heart beat rapidly. He couldn't though!

Doctor Bradley had told Simon he should stay away from drugs, and Simon was now paranoid. He didn't know who he could trust, who he could know. He was scared of meeting people. 

He did talk to his Landlady Jessica though. After all, he'd known her for years.

"It's good you're going to the drop in center Simon. It's good you're getting out." she mentioned to him.

"Yeah." Simon sleepily replied.

She took a long drag from her long, silk cigarette. Sensually exhaling a thick plume of smoke from her pursed red lips. Her manicured, red nail painted fingers cradled the cigarette like a vital, sensitive accessory. Jessica exuded mature womanly vitality.

This made Simon want to ask her for a cigarette. He didn't though. Jessica always knew him as a non smoker anyway. What Simon did in Long Beach he wasn't going to do again. Doctor Bradley told Simon to stay away from any vices. He wanted to listen to her.

Sometimes at the drop in center they'd play loud techno music. Simon and some of the others would dance. Bearded hippie freaks sat around and played the bongos. Various freaks tried to bum cigarettes off of everybody. Forty two year old Terry was one of the social workers there. He was well built with longish, thick blond hair, clear blue eyes and a tell tale mustache. He was soft spoken and his mannerisms definitely encouraged gaydar meters.

"Thanks for everybody coming today. Enjoy our snacks. Don't hesitate!" He'd tell the room.

"I'm totally perplexed!" He'd exclaim when they ran out of coffee and had no replacements.

"Also, just a warning. Anybody caught using drugs here, in the bathroom or anywhere for that matter, will be banned for 6 months!"

One time he accidentally brushed up against Simon.

"Sorry hon." He apologized, stroking Simon's arm.

Simon's cock got rock hard and his fever rose.

Simon couldn't help but notice Terry's sexy ass in his tight pants as he strolled away.

Simon began to feel more and more comfortable at the Outreach. He told Terry about his appointments with Doctor Bradley, and how much he needed them. Simon didn't mention his episode with drugs. He didn't want Terry to dislike him.

"All the support we can get is all for the better Simon." Terry reassuringly told Simon.

One afternoon, before leaving for the drop in center Simon decided he'd go barefoot.

Jessica looked at him disapprovingly.

"No shoes today?" she pointedly asked him.

Simon loved the feel of the sidewalk and the cool black tarmac under the soles of his barefeet. It was a sunny afternoon. He sauntered along the streets feeling better than he had in a long time.

He entered the drop in center and loved the nuances that his sensitive bare toes and heels felt on the cool tiles and carpet. Nobody here would judge him for going barefoot. Freaks were welcome. Simon's cock was getting hard.

More techno music blasted and Simon and others, goth chicks, ravers, hippies, all started dancing. Simon shook his ass relentlessly and Terry couldn't help but notice him.

Terry was wearing a skimpy yellow top, skintight white shorts and flip flops. He was eying Simon with much desire. After all, Simon naturally exuded a wanton sexiness.

After finishing dancing, they had a snack and watched some more TV. Simon thought he would head for home, and he began his slow walk as the evening sky darkened.

He hadn't traveled thirty yards, when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey barefoot boy. Wait up!"

It was Terry calling him. Simon noticed Terry was carrying his flip flops and was barefoot too.

"Who needs shoes when the weather is so gorgeous hon." Enthused Terry.

"Totally." is all Simon could say. His cock now stiff beyond belief..

Simon noticed Terry's cock was hard as a rock too!

"Why don't we go over to my place. We can get acquainted more." suggested Terry.

"You bet!" is all Simon could say, now full of anticipation.

Soon they were ensconced in Terry's modest but antique laden apartment.

They were drinking baby duck wine and somehow now, for some reason Simon didn't care that this was his first drink since he had left Long Beach. He wasn't thinking about Doctor Bradley now. 

"I just came out as gay about two years ago. I was married you know." Terry said.

"I'd seen you around before Simon. I always thought you were so shy! I'm really looking forward to getting to know you now!" he enthused, pouring them more wine. 

"I think it's cool too." said Simon, now feeling a little high, and staring at Terry very admiringly, slowly, seductively; provocatively licking his lips.

Simon rested back on the sofa, sipping his wine, his barefeet rested on the coffee table, across the table from him. Terry sat up in his chair and began tenderly massaging Simon's feet. Meticulously stroking the ball, heel and toes.

Terry began speaking in earnest.

"All I need is a sweet lover like you Simon. I think we'd be good together babe."

Simon looked at him wistfully. His toes flexed as Terry affectionately rubbed his feet.

Soon Terry was on the sofa sitting beside Simon with his arm around him. Simon smiled.

They soon began light passion kisses. Lips touching, sensitive and sensual. Terry had begun to palm his hand over Simon's breast and nipples. Sometimes so tenderly pinching.

Soon Simon's jeans clasp was open and his cock stood up solid and pulsating.

"Oh honey!" grunted Terry, still sharing passionate kisses, he soon had his fingers around Simon's rod, skillfully massaging it.

Simon too grunted with pleasure! He then had his hand on Terry's upright cock and balls. Feeling them up through Terry's tight shorts. They were now necking furiously, deep tonguing each other.

The passionate necking continued unabated for several minutes as they rocked back and forth on the sofa feeling each other up. Then they both knew they had to go further! They had to!

"Listen to me babe!" gushed Terry, breathing hard, slowly standing up.

"I wanna make love to you so bad precious one!" He again uttered, grabbing Simon's jeans by the bells and tugging them off.

"I'm so game!" exclaimed Simon, eagerly now getting down on his hands and knees on the carpet, and feverishly fingering his anus. He began shaking his ass towards Terry in anticipation.

"Yeah! Be my lover boy!" squealed Simon.

Terry got in behind Simon, and as his thick prick entered him, he leaned over and kissed and pecked Simon's neck and ears. His breathing was heavy, and Simon groaned in ecstasy when Terry's hot shaft plunged in and out of him, igniting his prostate! 

"Baby what an ass you have!" Terry managed to exclaim. He'd never felt so sexually charged before as his thick, fat, cock picked up it's tempo, harder and harder, in and out of Simon's inflamed pussy.

"Oh make love to me!" Simon breathlessly purred, tears of passion now rolling down his cheeks.

Terry feverishly kissed Simon as he leaned over him.

"God! I love getting fucked!" Simon thought as Terry's thunderbolt prick smacked his anal insides, violently bouncing off his anal walls before repeatedly charging in somehow deeper. Simon was on the edge of a vicious orgasm. Heaven baby!

So they moaned on and on in excruciatingly delicious pleasure, as Terry continually swiveled and fired his prick into Simon. His cock made loud slapping noises on contact with Simon's ass.

Simon's freehand was playing with his inflamed cock and balls as Terry fucked him, and he felt Terry's hot breath on his back.

"Baby do it! Baby yeah!" Simon squealed and violently shivered!

Terry shook uncontrollably too as his cock repeatedly entered and pounded Simon's Ass!

Finally Terry's thick., juicy, burning semen, began firing into Simon's insides!

They both moaned and groaned as Terry clasped Simon for dear life on top of him, his cock screwing inside Simon's anal cavity as his balls discharged!

"I love you baby! Yes I do!" gushed Terry, with the two of them at the peak of an incredible orgasm!

Simon soon fell over on his back in ecstasy, and Terry fell on top of him. Their thick, still rock hard cocks, still gushing out streams of semen, and tightly bumping and rubbing up against each other, squeezing each other under the two lovers body weights! The sexual pleasure making them delirious beyond reason!

"You are hot beyond belief babe!" shouted Terry. 

They lay facing each other, bodies intertwined, heavily tongue necking, pinching nipples, feeling up assholes and balls. Their still hard cocks bashing up against each other as they ejaculated more and more

Finally they lay back exhausted on the carpet. Bodies steaming hot and sweaty yet so very, very satisfied. Indeed total heaven, Sexual nirvana. Total bliss. The best of gay love.



High and Low Ch. 11



One could say Terry became Simon's first gay boyfriend. The muscular blonde drop in center social worker had taken the lost boy under his wing. He was giving him a degree of confidence it seemed. Very feminine, now thirty year old Simon, didn't feel so completely lost anymore. He was now well known at the West Holly Wood drop in center where he hung out. He was considered odd yet accepted. He'd saunter around in his jeans, t shirt and in his barefeet.

Yes, always barefoot. Very odd behavior in downtown LA outside of the down and outers. Simon was not really a down and outer though, and he was not quite as shy as he used to be. His thin slender feminine frame was a very, very sexy site to see, indeed for so many. It now gave him a degree of confidence he'd never had before.

He'd subtly unconsciously jiggle his curvy ass from side to side when he walked. His impeccable ass in his tight jeans making many a gay guy eye him wantonly.

Jessica, Simon's fifty something year old blond landlady, always thought Simon might be gay. For a long time she had wondered. Simon was always a very timid and rather meek guy. His feminine mannerisms, his ready lisp set off anybody's gaydar. Still, she was very, very surprised, yet pleasantly shocked the first time she saw Terry visiting Simon at the apartment.

Sexy Terry stood beside Simon, leaned into him, tenderly he ran his hand over Simon's cheeks, breathed deeply, pinched his nipples and then kissed him on his sultry lips. Jessica's face blushed red as she felt so happy for Simon.

"When did you realize you were gay?" she asked him.

"Oh, last year in Long Beach I had an experience." he shyly mumbled.

Simon and Terry's relationship had to be discreet though. It was a huge no no for a drop in community social workers to have serious relationships with the clientele, the "street people". Terry could be fired for this. Simon was definitely considered "street" by the Drop in center administrators.

Jessica would hear them having sex in Simon's room. Stripped naked, Terry and Simon would usually start passionate necking sessions. In full heat, cocks hard and upright. Simon would then be down on all fours on the bed with Terry in behind him, breathing softly on Simon's neck. Simon would feel Terry's mustache kisses on his ears, and cheeks and neck, and he'd groan in eager anticipation when Terry's thick cock entered him, and began pumping his ass more and more vigorously.

Jessica would hear the creaking bed, and Simon and Terry's moans and groans as the headboard of the bed would begin smacking against the wall. She would hear the joyous rising moans as they orgasm-ed. The massive creaking of the bed. Jessica would see them slowly walk out of Simon's room arm in arm and scantily dressed. Simon so serene and in near tears of Joy. Jessica felt so happy for him.

Most of the time, Terry and Simon would hang out away from west Hollywood. Maybe somewhere on Sunset strip or maybe sip some wine at an outdoor cafe on Rodeo drive.

"I think I love you baby, maybe we should get married soon". Terry softly told Simon once, grabbing his hand and softly pulling him closer to share Passion kisses. The intimacy always so serene. At long last Simon seemed happy.

One day shopping in a Sunset drive clothing store, Terry bought Simon some skintight bell bottom woman's jeans. The low rise showing Simon's slutty ass crack as the stretch denim looked painted on his sexy jiggling ass buns.

"I want them!" Simon had uttered excitedly,

A couple of very sexy sleeveless bare mid riff tank tops finished Simon's shopping spree and Terry and Simon went to a cafe to sip wine to celebrate. The sex with Terry was keeping Simon horny all the time now. He wanted to look sluttier and feel sluttier and he now did. They ended the night back at Simon's place with Simon near violently getting his face fucked by Terry's potent raging cock. Terry's cock pistol whipped Simon's face as it slithered and shot it's cum all over his face. Simon squealed and Terry aggressively moaned in sexual bliss.

"Such a bitch you are!" exclaimed Terry.

This had woken Jessica up, she just laughed when she heard this. "Have some breakfast boys!" she exclaimed knowingly the next morning.

One day Simon was quietly hanging out in the drop in center watching T.V. Relaxing on a sofa, looking slutty in his new tight jeans and purple tight tank top, and barefoot as usual. Various street people watched T.V with him. Junkies, hookers, the disenfranchised, you name it.

Simon was feeling good.

"How do you do? I'm Jaimers." Simon heard a voice. Very male but somehow effeminate.

Jaimers was sitting in a chair next to Simon. Simon's cock got very hard immediately.

Jaimers was about 5 '11, twenty seven, big and strapping and native Indian. He was rugged but effeminate. He wore his long hair back in a pony tail. He was thin but muscular. He wore a dark blue short sleeved cotton shirt and tight faded bell bottom jeans. He was barefoot just like Simon.

"I hate shoes too babe. I just got out of jail." he said, grinning. He had a notable lisp. He lit up a cigarette and offered Simon one.

"No...thanks." timidly replied Simon.

Jaimers went on talking about his drug addiction, his drunkenness, his jail time.

"I was a pimp. Boys and girls too. I'm bisexual, I don't hide it." he told a captivated Simon.

Simon really wondered, getting more and more curious about what Jaimers would be like, well, in bed. Simon was glad he hadn't seen Terry that day.

Simon and Jaimers left the drop in center together and slowly walked along the side streets. Close to a car park, Jaimers pulled out a rolled joint of Marijuana and lit it up.

"Here babe." said Jaimers exhaling the Marijuana smoke and handing the joint to Simon.

Simon took it apprehensively. He'd tried pot last year in Long Beach and later regretted it. Now he drew on the joint and deeply inhaled the smoke. In a few minutes Simon was high and feeling good. He eyed Jaimers with lust now. Staring at his cock and balls bulging under his tight jeans. The sensuality of his barefeet on the sidewalk heightened his feelings even more.

Jaimers pulled Simon close to him. He fondled Simon's sexy ass cheeks, then subtly, sensually played with his nipples. They stared lustily into each others eyes.

Soon they were climbing the rickety stairs of Jaimers's rooming house. The hallways were darkened and smelt like cooked cabbage. Once inside the small cramped room Simon was soon on his knees sucking Jaimers's thick torpedo cock.

"I'm your slut!" gasped Simon. His tongue rolling over the fat, juicy cock head.

Jaimers's cock whip lashed savagely inside Simon's mouth. Sometimes right down his throat, making Simon gurgle with delirious pleasure! He fondled the ultra hard cock and balls delicately. Sometimes running his fem fingers into Jaimers's ass crack and massaging his inflamed burning prostate. Simon swiveled on his knees in sexual excitement as he groaned and devoured Jaimers's 9 inches of manhood. Jaimers swayed above him, moaning with savage joy.

"Take it slut!" he exalted as his cock now twisted and turned violently inside Simon's mouth and down his throat.

He was now face fucking Simon at an insane pace. Simon whimpered with true submissive joy. He now fired his hot sperm all over Simon's face. His thick cock slapping his face relentlessly, getting in Simon's eyes and soiling his shirt. Jaimers quickly turned around, squatted like he were taking a shit, and grabbed Simon savagely by the hair and pulled his face into his asshole.

"Rim me slut!" He demanded.

Simon's tongue did rapid action in licking Jaimers's asshole thoroughly. Getting right up there repeatedly lapping at his Prostate. Jaimers's cock stiffened as he came.

"Fucking so good! You are one hot piece of ass!" exclaimed Jaimers, finally finishing ejaculating and now standing upright in front of Simon panting heavily.

Simon just giggled in agreement on his knees, slowly, gladly licking Jaimers's hot sperm from his fingers.

The night with Jaimers seemed to change Simon. It made him want to get wilder. He wanted to smoke pot as well.

Both Jessica and Terry noticed a change in Simon. He seemed really air headed and giddy sometimes, and his eyes were reddened.

"You aren't using drugs are you Simon?" Jessica asked him concerned, stroking his arm affectionately,

"No Jessica. I'm not." Simon lied.

Terry wondered but was naive. Very naive for a drop in center social worker.

Still, Simon would score some pot from a dealer at the drop in center and he would show up at Terry's pleasantly stoned. Pleasantly stoned, yet very, very horny.

"Fuck me raw!" he'd plead as Terry battered his cock into Simon's eager asshole.

Simon sucked Terry's cock with even more vigor as he knew he wanted to get much sluttier.

"Shoot it over me babe!" Simon shouted as Terry's cock exploded it's sperm all over his face. He cried tears of joy and laughter as he lapped up as much sperm as he could.

The taste of cum was always on Simon's mind. It felt so deliciously sexy cheating on Terry

One day Simon was walking the back streets of West Hollywood, resplendent in his slutty yellow tank top and painted on jeans, ass cheeks subtly swaying from side to side and ass crack showing so very seductively. He adored the feeling of the sidewalk, and black tarmac under his bare soles, as he strolled in the hot sun barefoot. He went into a discount store and bought a multitude of silver and gold and multi colored bangles, and placed them on his wrists.

He felt so slutty.

"Maybe I should paint my nails." Simon said to himself, his cock stiffening. "Oh God!" Simon exclaimed, his cock hardening even more, standing up through his jeans.

On a park bench sat the most gorgeous looking androgynous male Simon had ever seen. He or she sat with one leg crossed over the other, hot blue latex tights covering excruciatingly sexy legs. Toe nails painted silver as a flip flop lazily dangled from one foot. A black and silver zig zag sleeveless top, teased blonde David Bowie hair, blue eye shadow, and ruby red lips sealed it.

Simon ambled up to the bench, strolling sexily.

"I'm Angel. Sit down here please do!" the Queen said from the park bench, offering his beautifully manicured hand, long fingernails also painted silver. Eyes squinting suggestively.

Angel stroked his hand along Simon's tight blue jeaned thigh, sometimes catching and enticing Simon's cock and balls.

"Out for a barefoot stroll hey babe?" Angel said, eyes glistening sexily.

Simon just grunted in satisfied anticipation.

"God. I need a cigarette! You want one too?" Angel offered, reaching into his purse.

"Okay, why not?" said Simon breathless, taking the long white cigarette, putting it between his pursed lips while Angel lit it with his lighter. Simon's puckered lips exhaled a thick plume of smoke while they made erotic eye contact. Simon's cock pulsated wickedly when he thought about the idea of taking Angel to his place! Soon, the two were arms entwined, walking seductively on the way to Simon's place. Every so often they'd stop, embrace and share passionate slut kisses.

They walked as two lovers. Occasionally stopping and sloppily necking while limp wristedly smoking their cigarettes. As they came upon Simon's place Jessica was outside doing some gardening. She saw them.

"What!?!?" she said in shock. Her lower jaw near hitting the floor.

"Hi." Simon said dreamily, as their slutty asses glistened seductively as they walked like street whores up the apartment stairs.

"Who is that with Simon?" Jessica thought in a panic. "Simon doesn't smoke! Where is Terry?" She wondered.

They went into Simon's room.

"Just a second babe, I'll get an ashtray." Simon said, patting Angel's ass cheeks and then walking into the kitchen.

Jessica, now there, standing in front of him was at a loss for words. "Simon, when did you start smoking?" she asked.

"Oh, just last summer, Jessica." Simon quickly replied, his eyes sex glazed and in great anticipation.

"God, he's looking wild." thought Jessica.

Simon quickly entered his room. His Jeans were off in no time. He groped Angel who had unclasped his latex tights, and was now holding his pulsating nine inch she-male member. They had one last deep, wet tongue slut kiss, One last impassioned glare.

Simon quickly got on the bed on his knees.

"Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Angel!" Simon implored, shaking his ass back and forth, seductively finger his anus, his other hand slapping his hard, cock and balls.

"You are so on slut!" a belated Angel uttered, now in behind Simon, smashing his thick cock up against Simon's ass cheeks.

In one quick thrust Angel's prick slapped ruthlessly up against Simon's prostate, and again, and again and again! Simon's ass shook violently and he shuddered with joy.

"Fuck the new me please!" Simon begged in ecstasy when Angel's cock quickened speed, violently slapping against the sides of his Anus channel and then up against his prostate again!

"Oh! Hurt me Angel, please!" Simon moaned in ecstasy.

Queen Angel leaned over Simon, slapped his ass, then pinched his tender nipples, rocking Simon from side to side, his prick turning and churning inside his asshole. Angel's Cock head was repeatedly bashing up against Simone's prostate, igniting unbelievable sexual excitement!

"Oh babe! Oh babe!" Simon screamed impassioned, his ass gyrating wildly to Angel's quick thrusts.

Angel's fingers seductively massaged Simon's nipples. His pelvic area slamming up violently against Simon's sultry ass. The viscous prick injected him wickedly, mercilessly!

In and out! In and out! In and out! The thick cock head slammed into Simon's prostate!

The bed shook like crazy, they moaned and groaned loudly, as a plate fell and broke as Angel madly and royally fucked Simon.

"That's it Angel! Fuck me! Do fuck me!" Simon whimpered and purred deliriously, writhing submissively under Angel's sexual assault, both their cocks on fire and soaked precum wet!

Finally Angel shot his semen deep into Simon's ravaged asshole. It felt red hot and wicked as it shot into Simon's anal cavity. It charged like a mad demonic storm inside of Simon, madly peaking the sexual ecstasy! Simon's own cum shot out into his hand, through his fingers, and began drenching the bedsheets. Simon shook violently, and Angel above him too!

Angel held onto him for dear life with Simon dearly panting, taking in the fullness and impact of this mind blowing orgasm. They both shook uncontrollably as they cummed!

Jessica heard all of this. Simon had changed.