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I entered the shithole that he called an apartment and unzipped my pants. My flaccid penis fell out of the opening of my semen-stained undergarments. I had not bathed in about a week and my testes wreaked like the prostitute's anus with whom I had been living. He dropped to his knees as his head fell against my stomach. Smiling as he spoke, he stammered, "bigger than I had expected." I told him to shut up and get it over with. He wrapped his mouth around the shaft of my penis. I cringed as his cold tongue explored my glans. No matter how pleasurable this mans mouth felt, I could not build an erection. I had never been with a man before. He reached into the back-side of my underwear and stroked my anus with his thumb. No progress. 

After ten minutes of remarkable effort, the man accepted failure. We dressed ourselves and I walked towards the door. As my hand touched the doorknob, he reached into his pocket and handed me a cigarette-cellophane packed to the top with cocaine. I crumbled it into my coat and left the apartment. Blood rushed through my penis and with my first step into the hallway, I was fully erect.