Kev's Story



I had the perfect life most would say until my first hit of tina at a Chicago bathhouse 2 years ago. In one night I went from total top to a raging bottom that couldn't get enough dick and cum up my ass. I didn't know who this cumslut was, but I loved the freedom of being him after being careful about staying negative. Of course, I got the fuck flu 2 weeks later.

but on tina....i didn't care. Being a crazed pig was the best thing in the world. It was of course, until you put up with dealer's shit forever, don't pay bills for months, ruin your credit, wreck a thriving law practice, etc. I hit the pipe daily for months. Then I learned how great slamming felt.

I didn't care until I had my first minor stroke at age 39, but hey, I was only scared for a while because the sex was so great high. Never mind that I couldn't get it up and that years of work with personal trainers had melted away and I now looked like a Nazi death camp reject.

I fell off the wagon again recently. My trick beat me and punch fucked me dry without lube.I woke up bruised and missing a Rolex that was a graduation gift from my deceased mother. It cannot be replaced. I am lucky I don't need a colostomy from the brutal punch fuck.

I am heading off for rehab this month and will make new friends when I come out. The old ones are never never supportive of you quitting and will always draw you back in. Change your phone numbers, all your online profile names and your email addresses. Throw away or delete all contact info on them. It is your only chance to get out alive. I am not being dramatic. It is just true.

kev