Diego

“Pussy” the text read. It was from Diego. It was a weekday afternoon, post-lunch. My hole began to twitch instantly.

“Sir”. I replied.

“7”. 

“Yes, Sir”

In just 2 words, Diego communicated all that needed saying. I knew I’d be choking on that dick later, and my hole would be fucked hard.

The remaining hours dripped by before it was time to head home. Driving quickly, I cleaned out with my new shower douche, ensuring a nice deep cleaning. I shaved everything, my head included, so my entire body was faggot ready and smooth. I wore a poppers necklace, and a black Gym jockstrap with 2” waistband. Examining myself in the mirror, I looked good enough to fuck.

It was time to drive to Diego’s. After parking, walking into his building, and entering his dark apartment, I stripped. The apartment was illuminated by the tv light and a woman’s pleasurable moaning can be heard. No doubt taking the dick of a hung black man. Diego did nothing to acknowledge my presence, but I knew exactly why I was there. He needed my holes, nothing more.

I crawled over to Diego, and knelt before him. Looking up at his chiseled body, admiring his physique. I opened my mouth wide, and took him inside. Diego wasted no time, he grabbed the back of my head and my neck and began to fuck his cock down my throat. I began to breathe heavily through my nose and the drool began to drip down my chin and the sides of my mouth. Diego let go of my head after awhile and stood up. I looked up at him and he spit right in my face.

The he slapped me across the face and shouted, “open faggot!”. I opened my mouth wide and Diego grabbed the back of my bald head once again holding me down as far as I could go, choking the life out of me while he relentless continued to rape my throat. He pushed me off him and I fell to the floor. On my back, he straddled my face and fucked my throat until he shot his nut down my gullet.

I was out of breath, but I survived the ordeal, and loved every single second of it. Diego pointed to the chair, “show me that pussy, faggot!”. I straddled the back of the chair, took a deep hit of poppers and reached back to spread my cheeks. Diego swatted my hands away and spanked my ass. I felt him spit on my hole and his hard 9.5” meat pushed through my sphincter. Diego began to fuck me so hard the chair began sliding across the floor.

With the chair now against the wall, I held my palms flat against the wall as Diego continued his brutal assault on my ass. I took another hit of poppers, closed my eyes, and held on for the ride of my life as Diego took my ass to a new height of fuck pleasure. His repeated scratching of my p-spot had me leaking pre like a sieve. Diego increased his speed and intensity. Slapping my ass harder and harder, grabbing my hips, and letting out a loud roar as he brutally sprayed my guts with his seed.

I spun around and licked off his cock and any pearls of cum nestled in his curly pubes, and down his balls. Then he pulled away from me. I looked up at him, and he looked at with me with disgust. The backhander across my face surprised me, then he grabbed me by the shoulder, pulled my chin to face him, and he spit again in my face, 3 times before Bitch slapping me 3 more times.

Splayed on the floor now, Diego, pinned me down by the shoulders and inserted his still throbbing dick into my wet pussy. It seemed the angrier he became at me, the harder his dick swelled. The Cellblock rubbed against the floor causing me to drip even more seminal fluids. Diego crucified my hole mercilessly pounding into me, like one of those machofucker videos. Over and over again he power fucked me. I began to shout out, “fuck me, fuck me harder”. He pushed my head into the floor, “shut the fuck up, faggot!”, and once again, eyes closed, I endured his brutality until his cock swelled up and he fed me his third load of the night.

Diego’s body shook uncontrollably and he pulled out. His cock glistened in the soft light of the room, and I nursed on it, taking in its salty flavor and substance. In an instant, Diego’s angry demeanor switched on, repulsed by my presence. “Get the fuck out of my house, faggot!”. He rushed over and threw my clothes into the hallway. Then he grabbed my by the back and shoulders and literally thrust my body against the hallway wall, slamming the door behind him.

I hurriedly threw on my jeans and shirt, and ran off to my car, Diego’s cum dripping out my ass running down my thighs. I drove home in a fog from the evening’s encounter. Throat and hole fucked throughly. It was now after 10pm, I undressed and slept like a baby in my jockstrap. It’s such a wonderful feeling to know my holes were put to use for the sole purpose of sexual release, it’s a blissful high that only a real faggot can understand.