So I guess it's fair to say I definitely have a type. Young and trashy is what gets my dick hard. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy pretty boy jock types, but give me a scruffy, tattooed, pierced,18, 19, 20 year old bad boy any day. If they're straight, even better. There's nothing like getting a taste of straight cock. I've broken in my share of college bad boys over the last couple of years.

As you can tell from my recent stories, I enjoy hanging out at the skate park near my apartment.

One day, in late spring, a new boy started showing up. Sometimes with his girlfriend, sometimes alone. When his girlfriend was there, they'd make out and sometimes disappear to the back of that park for a while, doing what I could only imagine was sexual.

This dude was perfect. He stood probably 6 ft tall and weighed maybe 140 soaking wet. His dirty blond hair was kinda long and hung down over his face. I could see his lower lip had snake bite piercings. Both his eyebrows were pierced as was his septum. He also sported some chin scruff that hung down a few inches.

His arms both had colorful full sleeves with skulls and flames. Above his flat pecs in gothic script was the word respect. His belly button was pierced and tatooed with red lips and an arrow that followed his treasure trail pointing to his crotch. And to top it off, he had a huge pair of wings tattooed on his back. All this, at least for me indicating he's a bad boy all the way.

I wasted no time implementing my plan shortly after he started hanging out at the skate park. I started by nonchalantly hanging around on a nearby bench, browsing my phone. I would light a joint and smoke it while I watched him. He would glance my way frequently with that look in his eye like he wanted to smoke, and after only a week of this, he finally approached me. A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see the shirtless boy standing in front of me with his board under his arm.

"Hey bro, can you share a couple of puffs?" He asked me, flicking his hair from out of his face.

"I don't know." I answered. "How old are you?"

"19." He replied.

"Well, I always believe in sharing." I said as I motioned for him to sit down. He sat next to me, his shorts sagging down revealing black boxer briefs. I got a whiff of his slight body odor and my cock stirred a little. We passed the joint back and forth and I found out a little about my intended conquest.

He told me his name was TJ, and he lived a couple of blocks away with four other guys in a two bedroom apartment. He said worked as a tattooist and piercer, which explained why he already had so much work done at such a young age. Guys our age don't typically have all that art work.

Over the next few days, I'd show up, light up a blunt or cigarette and he'd come over and partake in some smoke and conversation.

He told me he was a product of the foster system and his dad was in jail and he had no idea where his mother was. He had even spent a few months in juvie for stealing a car and dealing drugs. I was amazed at how open this dude was to me, a stranger, but then, he was desperate for a smoke.

So after a week, I decided it was time to up the ante. I told TJ I had some really killer bud back at my place, which I did, and that he should come over so we could smoke it out of a bong. He happily followed me back to my apartment and in half an hour we were both ripped out of our minds and I made my move.

Looking him directly in his slanted eyes, I began.

"So, TJ, I've been hooking you up all week and I have a favour. I want to suck your dick."

"Bro, what the fuck?" He said in a very stoned voice. "I'm not a fag! Are you a fag?"

"I'm bi, and I want to suck you off. I think it's the least you could do."

"No way bro! I'm not going to let you suck on my dick!"

At this point, I doubled down as TJ was not moving away from me. I placed my hand on his thigh and said, "I can suck your dick better than your girlfriend. No one will know, and I'll make it worth your while." I pulled out an 8th of my killer weed and dangled it in front of him. His eyes lit up and I could see the wheels turning in his head. After a minute of silence he said, "All you want to do is suck my dick? Nothing else? And you'll give me that sack and no one will know?"

"No one." I promised.

TJ looked at me for a few more seconds before snatching the baggie out of my hand. "Fine, but it's our secret."

I handed him the bong as I crawled between his legs. My hands shook as I reached up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, rubbing his thighs. His cock was nestled soft in his crotch and he was surprisingly big, 5-6 inches soft.

I took his soft dick in my mouth as he took another big bong hit. My nostrils were hit with the smell of his sweaty balls mixed with stale piss and my own cock sprang to life in my shorts. My warm wet mouth soon had TJ to his full rock hard eight inches. He started moaning as I went to town on his cock, giving him the best blowjob of his life. I deep throated him and massaged him with my throat muscles. He moaned as I massaged his balls. He was totally into the blowjob as he put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my face.

"Oh fuck bro! That feels so good! No bitch has ever sucked my cock this good! Take it you fag! Suck that big dick! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

TJ started shooting off into my mouth, filling it up with the sweetest white trash load I had ever tasted. Spurt after spurt filled me up and I swallowed it all down. TJ collapsed back onto the couch as sweat poured off of him.

Oh, we're going to be doing that again bro!" He panted as the last of his load dribbled into my mouth. I smiled to myself hoping this was only the beginning for his "bisexual" adventure.

We shared a cigarette then told me he had to go meet his girlfriend.