Some Coke and A Smile
It is no secret to those who know me in the real world that at times I’ve had a penchant for some snowy goodness. But, it is a rare treat for me these days that I reserve for special occasions like concerts, birthdays and Fridays.
So when I heard several other PSOs relay that they had calls from cokeheads who got off on sharing their wares and whatnot, I found it pretty intriguing. Coke makes a lot of people horny, but it rarely makes them generous. Even in the land of make believe.
Ring Ring…
(ok, it doesn’t really ring, just beeps, and he wanted a black teen)
“Wanna party?”
“Sure, I lovvvve to party!” First truth I spoke all night.
“I’m getting high right now…” I didn’t even have to guess, he didn’t have the Spicoliesque lilt of someone who just took a bong hit.
“Awesome, whachu holding?” I must admit conversing about blow is a lot easier for me than pretending I’m a 6 foot tall tranny.
“I want you to do some with me?”
I was game. I feigned chopping and snorting, and then he proceeded to snort what seemed to be the world’s largest line.
“”Is your face all numb, baby?”
“Oh yeah, I want you to tell me to do some more!”
Will I be responsible if this guy has a cardiac arrest with his hand on his cock and the other on the phone? Nah.
“Do some lines motherfucker, snort that shit”
He does.
“Yell at me!”
“Do that whole eightball you loser and in fact, next time you better bring some better shit, this is all cut up…” I hear a moan
“Yell at me MORE!”
“I want you to pour that blow all over my big brown titties and snort that shit up like you’re motherfuckin’ Scarface motherfucker!”
I hear the now familar slap slap, thwack thack of a dude jerking his schlong but now coupled with the sound of straw in nose.
“Yell at me baby, YELL!”
I briefly think about my next door neighbor, a kind, glassy-eyed, schizophrenic who’s stereo I can hear through my office wall.
“I want you to dump that entire bag all over my chocolate ass, you hear me, you shitty ass loser, dip that straw into my asscrack and huff that shit all up in your face..my ass stink and you’re crappy, cutup, stank blow and then you piece of shit cracker, I want you to go down the street where you got that baby laxative messed up shit and tell them that you want some GOOD COKE.”
Oh he was happy now! Thwack, thwack.
“And when you get your whiteass back here, if that is the same shitty ass cutup bullshit you just snorted off my tight brown asshole, I’m going to fucking kick you in your tiny white cock!”
Then, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if he orgasmed or had a heart attack, there was a loud, but brief groan. Thenthere was silence.
About five minutes.
His dime. Not mine.
Then he hung up.
