8-10 HAPPY HOUR - A WHORING SPREE

After Anatol I felt very depressed and no sex satisfied me...I wanted more and it became a whoring spree.

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By Kevin McLean

Anatol was gone and it left a great big empty space in my heart and in my life. I was in a grieving process, unable to function at any level. I missed my Polish stud so much. I was doing poorly that semester in school and I reverted back to my whorish ways. I figured that if I couldn’t have Anatol I could distract myself somehow, get as many cum loads up my ass and in my mouth and that would make it ok somehow.

I was soon going to the baths both in Miami and in Fort Lauderdale. One visit each week for each. And the tearooms at the University saw my relentless return. I was doing at least a dozen guys a day. Some were cute some were not. I didn’t really care at that point as long as I could get to suck a dick or get it up my asshole.

I started to pay for sex for the first time in my life. I was having one hustler after another. I started to date this dancer/stripper named Ari and he gave me the clap. Then somewhere, somehow I got hepatitis. I was sick for almost a month. I turned yellow and I felt miserable. That is one illness that totally drains you of all energy and in my situation; I was already lacking a will to even live.

Very dark thoughts went through my mind in those days. I was even contemplating ending it all. But there was a little voice inside of me that told me that I hadn’t really hit bottom yet and when I did, the only way was up. The soon to be rebirth, reemergence from the ashes was to take place.

If there was an orgy somewhere I would manage to get invited. I would end up getting fucked by almost everyone in the place. I was then visiting the video stores

and that infamous little bar a couple of doors north of the video store on Red Road. There I had some of the most amazing sex with so many different men. They had a “full moon” night and I would never miss those. That one night I ended up getting fucked by at least a dozen guys or more and I took two fourteen inch black cocks one after the other.

Among the hustlers I had at that time one of the first ones was Ramses. He was from the Dominican Republic and of mixed race. He was kind of cute and had a nice cock but he was a $25 trick, not a $200 one like he thought.

I picked him up at the Coral Gables Art Festival and he stayed with me exactly one week. He got mad when he asked me for money and all I had was $15 in my wallet. When I gave it to him he threw it against the dresser, left and I never saw him again.

After that I had an older one named Pack. He was in his mid twenties and was very butch and not too pretty but his charm was in being macho, fucking you until your eyes bulged out. He did everything right as far as I was concerned and had a very gentle and kind demeanor. What I could not tolerate was that he was into drugs and once I came back to the apartment I found him all passed out on the sofa the product of an overdose. I got him going again and then I really got him going. I had him packing and was gone.

After Pack there were a couple of others almost faceless and nameless. And it was just as well because they were losers. Then along came Adam. Adam was probably the best looking of the bunch that came into my life at that time. He had a killer smile and a hairy body, not excessive, just the right amount and he was a very good top. What was different about him was that he never asked me for money. I just went ahead and gave it to him, thinking that he was a hustler and that he probably was expecting it. But the problem was that Adam didn’t think himself as a hustler only a person who was in a financial bind after having gone through a very expensive divorce. The issue with him was that after that bad experience he was totally incapable of any intimacy and he made it very clear that he wasn’t up to a relationship at that point. We left as friends and I run into him once in a while at the bars.

There were a few others after Adam. None that I care to even describe. Some of them were very attractive as you can see by these photos that look just like they did.