A Base Addiction

All was quiet in the homeless encampment, except for one tent. There, a pair of rough looking shoes were widely parted, with a pair of sleek leather loafers between them. And the sound of head, a man grunting loudly and the 'gluck gluck gluck' of someone **** on cock.

"God damn," Black Jack said, taking a drink out of his bottle of malt liquor. He lifted his groin up, putting his head into the hair of his pleaser and delivering a stern facefucking. After another dozen moments, he pulled out, coating the face of his cocksucker in seed.

"You got my money?" Black Jack asked. It was a fair trade for him, to say the least. Douglas sucked his cock. Douglas paid him money. Douglas pulled out a hundred from his wallet, giving it to the old homeless man.

"You want it up the ass?" came a voice behind him. It was White Jack.

"I'm not gay," Douglas said. He just had an awful addiction he didn't understand.

"Well, shit. You want to suck my cock for the same deal?" White Jack asked.

Douglas paused. He'd never sucked white cock before. But his addiction couldn't be satisfied.

"Sure," he said reluctantly, following White Jack to his tent.