Big Daddy

This is based on a true story. A friend of mine, who is an addict, told me about these things he has done. Obviously the dialogue is fictionalized but the events are very close to reality.



As is the case with most hard drug users, you start off small and end up making your way up. Since I was 15 I had been smoking weed. One of my friends had introduced me to some other drugs like meth or coke a few years later. The weed was still a big influence but it all seemed so tempting. It was a different high and on a much higher level. I figured I could do it and just stop if I wanted to, which ofcourse did not work. I’d learn to accept that. As time went on I began not to care because it felt too good to stop. All my problems seemed to go away when I was away on another plain.

Stacy, my girlfriend of two years, only smoked weed but knew that I did harder drugs. She never really asked for details and we always enjoyed our sex while high. It wasn’t that we were performing better but the drugs gave that illusion. It became apparent that I also enjoyed crossdressing and it didn’t bother her at all. I’d never do it around her because it wasn’t her thing but it was something she didn’t mind me doing.

Last year I lost my job and it was hard for us to afford all of our bills, let alone my habit. I’d scrape up change, pick up cans off the streets, just to get enough money to get me away from my worries.

I’ve always been a very sexual being and when Stacy was gone, I found myself looking at shemale porn on the internet. The thought of me sucking a man while dressed as a female really turned me on, but I had never done it. As it became obvious that I wouldn’t be able to afford my drugs as much, I started thinking that maybe now was the time to explore that other side.

The withdrawals were hard to deal with and desperation sank in. I was willing to do anything for just a little cocaine.

I got online one day when my girlfriend was at work and went into a local chat room. I’d chat with different people but if they didn’t have what I wanted, I stopped immediately. Luckily, there was a guy who was just 20 minutes from me who could get me some coke. His name was George and he was a cab driver. Maybe not the brightest idea, I gave him my address and he’d be over in a few hours.

I put on one of my girlfriends tank tops and one of my tight leather skirts, then checked the clock. It was getting close and I was nervous but the craving outweighed that. The lipstick was a brighter shade of red than I wanted but it didn’t have to be perfect.

A car horn went off, so I looked out the window and saw a taxi. I zipped up my boots and ran outside, hopping into the front seat next to him. He was actually pretty attractive. I didn’t expect that at all. Maybe it was his blue eyes that made him more interesting.

“You are a very pretty girl. I’m surprised. So, where is the money?”

“See, that is the problem. I’m low on cash right now. This is all I have.”

He stared down into my palm where a few bills were wadded up and laughed.

“That is not enough. Don’t fuck with me little faggot. You waste my time.”

“No, no, no I’m not wasting your time. I’m sure I could do something else for you on top of the money. Come on, I need this.”

“Okay. Fair. Do a good job and it’s yours.”

George unzipped his pants to reveal a fat 6 inch cock. Even though this was the first time, I didn’t waste a second. The fat head just barely fit into my mouth.