Streets of Hollywood IV: LSD
By: Voreboy

In the time it took to fill my aching stomach with three midgets tripping off of a bong hit, I had already organized a plan for the rest of the week. I wanted to spend the night with Shannon, but I had an inching for an ass other than his. 1) There was Tory, one of the twinks I periodically fucked for free LSD. 2) There was a "Big Fish" I wanted to fry. A drug lord that worked in Los Angeles. Now of course, everyone has higher ups, but in this man's case he was the top of the food chain. He was pretty independent from the majority of the drug rings in California, but did have a high standing and therefore was left to his own devices. My personal vendetta was this: Gay males between the ages of 15-25 have the highest suicide rate out of any social category you can think of. That is because they have trouble coming to terms with their own sexual Identity. Gay Youth between the ages of 15-25 are the highest concentrated target for new drug users such as our own beloved Big Fish; a homophobic heterosexual male who specifically targets gay youth under the age of 15 to get them hooked as quickly as possible.

I am a grown ass man. I may be an asshole, I may be a man whore and I may be a druggie, however, I am mature enough and intelligent enough to have enough common sense and self confidence to make an educated decision on the subject of sex, drugs and alcohol AND be fully aware of every possible consequence- including disease and sudden death. Children between the ages of 10-18 most often do not and I don't believe it is because of their intelligence, it is because of the consistent bombardment of sex, drugs, alcohol, and religious persecution the ave queer has to deal with on top of their inner conflict of sexual orientation. The reason the gay community can't seem to make a positive name for itself is because the entire community is relentlessly attacked from the day we realize ourselves as being queer. Obviously I'm not against recreational drug use, I am however against big time drug dealers manipulating kids into something they have no self control over. My objective is to eat the Big Fish.

As I walk into the elevator. I stare at myself in the reflection of the wall. I rub my swollen gut and think about the contents inside. Like I said before, they didn't exactly deserve death but these guys have never had any aspiration in life and they were consistently tripping off something. I believe the is a difference between drug use and drug abuse. These three were simply put out of their misery. I know, a "thin line" right? Well let me know how many thin lines you've tight-roped walked. I belched again and chuckled to myself and I slapped my bulging gut once more.

The elevator door opened and as I stepped forward the door to the room opened and out runs Shannon leaping into my arms almost knocking me down as I am propelled back into the elevator.

"Hi!" says Shannon with the dorkiest smile on his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I said in an obviously annoyed voice. He hopped off of me, took my hand in his and leaned against my side.

"I just missed you." he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a frustrated sigh. Why didn't I retract my hand?

"Where the hell are we going?"

"I'm in Los Angeles for the first time so forgive me for wanting to sight see. You are taking me to the movies and why are you so grumpy?" I raised my eyebrow again.

"I'm frustrated because someone thinks he can get his way by wrapping me around his little finger." Shannon just stuck his tongue out at me. I was grinning and he was reveling in it.

"What do you want to see?" Why the fuck am I giving in to this...boy!?

"Doesn't matter, you decided."

"I'm am SO honored." God I hate this kid. Why and I still holding his hand!? Shannon glared at my stomach and smacked it. Kinda hard too.

"What did you eat for lunch an entire restaurant? You're huge!" I laughed to myself as I rubbed my stomach.

"No, just a couple pounds of meat."

"You know for someone who is supposedly on the street you take damn good care of yourself."

"It's all about using what you've got." I said as we stepped out of the elevator. We walked out the hotel and onto the street. Shannon squeezed my hand.

"Does that mean sex?" Oh God, here we go.

"Hell yeah." Shannon squeezed my hand tighter.

"Does that mean me?" God how I would love to say yes.

"No...not you. Plenty of other guys in the LA area. Like I told you before 'if it's a hole and it's clean I'll use it'...but no, that doesn't include you." I squeezed Shannon's hand. Why am I squeezing his hand? I hate this Kid. Shannon loosens his kung-fu grip on my hand. He knew I was telling the truth. We decided to go to the Chinese theater. Shannon let go of my hand in order to check his wallet.

"Put your fucking wallet away," I barked.

"but..."

"Don't make me repeat myself. You realize we are going back to the hotel directly after the movie?"

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm tried, I want to fuck and I want to sleep."

"Fine."

"That's what I thought." I said as I extended my hand. WHY AM I GIVING HIM MY HAND!? After the movie we did just as I said. We went to the hotel, fucked and went to sleep. Ha ha! I purposely rolled on top of him a few times to crush him under my gut. He would pretend it didn't bother him for a few minute and then beg me to get off. He spent the rest of the night sleeping on my stomach.

The next morning, Shannon and I went through our usual routine which lasted a few hours but eventually I told him I ha to go and I'd be gone for about 2 days. Of course I had to listen to Shannon bitch for another hour, but I made him get over it. I told him I had errands to run and a few asses to pound and to deal with it. He punched me of course and of course I let him get away with it. He gave me the cold shoulder when I told him I'd be back.

Getting back to my original plan, I headed for Tory's place. It wasn't even far; he was located on Hollywood and Bronson. I waited a until after 5:00pm; a full 24 hours after I ate the trio. It was awesome. I had a solid six pack. I hadn't seen that in a year or two. When I got to Tory's place he invited me in as soon as the door opened. Tory is an Asian kid. He stand at 5'5 weighs 150 pound and is a complete muscle hound. another drug abuser- I honestly I don't believe I've ever seen him sober.

"Hey Tory." I said as I hugged him. He had a stupid grin on his face.

"What's up?" he winked.

"My big, fat, dick...blow me." I commanded as I sat on his sofa. I took off my shirt and spread my legs. Tory got on his knees and unzipped my pants while leaving the button still fashioned. He reached through the hole in my crotch and pull out my 10 inch cock. He immediately took my dick into his mouth and started to bob his neck up and down. This bitch may be a masculine muscle god, but he is as much as a bottom as Queeny Shannon. I let Tory blow me for a good hour. He has the talent to make a man climax with his tongue alone, but we both knew a blow job was just the warm up round. He fondled my balls as he dragged his lips up and down my shaft. He licked my dick from head to base covering it saliva. I made my member twitch and bounce, but Tory was able to keep it under control. He bite me a few times too. I slapped the back of his head each time.

When I had enough of Tory on his knees I pulled him off my dick by his hair and pulled his shorts off. I proceeded to grab him by the neck and throw him up against the wall. I held him by the back of the neck as I admired his detailed body. He was completely hairless, fair-skinned and had a tight, round bubble ass. He was considerable shorter than me so I had to lift him off the ground with my hand so his ass would be at the same level as my dick. I rammed into him like a fucking train. He didn't scream though; just tingled in excitement. All ten inches of me found its way up his bubble ass and I pumped him in a slow and steady motion, All the while keeping him suspended in mid air. Eventually I started to pound Tory like a jack hammer. I let go of his neck and at that point the only thing keeping him suspended was the consistent thrusting of my hips. Despite the exhilarating pleasure oh having my way with Tory, I did have other things to do. So I pressed him as hard into the wall as possible and climaxed, filling his rectum with a full load.

"Got my acid?" I asked sternly as I still had him up against the wall with nothing but my dick.

"Yeah. Let me down and I'll get it." I agreed and let him down and sat back on the sofa. I let my dick go flaccid, but didn't bother to put it back in my pants. Tory came out of the room with the goods. Thank God. I think it's been like three months since my last trip. Lysergic acid diethylamide, commonly called LSD, or LSD-25, is a semisynthetic psychedelic drug. The effects of LSD can vary greatly, depending on factors such as previous experiences, state of mind and environment, as well as dose strength. Generally, LSD causes expansion and altered experience of senses, emotions, memories, and awareness for 8 to 14 hours. In addition, LSD may produce visual effects such as moving geometric patterns, "trails" behind moving objects, and brilliant colors. LSD does not produce hallucinations in the strict sense but instead illusions and vivid daydream-like fantasies, in which ordinary objects and experiences can take on entirely different appearances or meanings. At higher doses it can cause synaesthesia. The drug sometimes spurs long-term or even permanent changes in a user's personality and life perspective. In addition to all that, Acid never leaves your system. It collects in your spinal fluid and stays with you till the day you die.

Tory and I both took a hit together and we sat there and totally spaced out. It's cool cause the visible borders between physical objects completely blur. And all the cool colors are a awesome bonus. I felt like I was melting into the sofa and parts of Tory and I were also blending together in brilliant color. My trip lasted only about 2 hours. That was good enough for me. I just wanted to forget about myself for a while. As I was coming out of the trip I decided to eat Tory. I was totally impulse cause it definitely wasn't something I was planning on. I sat him on my lap and started to make-out with him. He tasted like everything I had eaten that day. Under normal circumstances I would think that would be totally gross, but Considering I was on an acid trip he was be best thing I had ever tasted in my life. When I started to suck his whole head into my mouth, he didn't even reacted. He probably wouldn't come off his trip until a while after he is in my stomach.

I began widening my mouth to take in larger gulps, continually cramming more and more of him into my mouth. I savour ever succulent aspect of his body. His chest was moist with sweat. I licked his body hungrily. I tortured his nipples with my tongue and swallowed more of him into me. I wrapped his lips around his waist and sucked him in like I was slurping spaghetti. I got his ass, cock and balls into m mouth and drank all his bodily fluid. I continued to swallow him until I felt his feel slide down my throat. My stomach expanded to welcome my latest meal and I let out a roaring belch of satisfaction.

The End