Diego

I arrived at 6pm, as agreed. I walked into Diego’s apartment and he was not on his chair nor his sofa. I heard him call out, “in here, faggot”, and I saw him naked on his bed, naked and stroking. I had stripped down to my thin black Papi jockstrap, and I laid down on my stomach between Diego’s legs. I started to suck on his hairless balls before he said “open faggot”, and he directed his cock inside my mouth. I adjusted my position so I could take him all the way down to his balls. By this time, I learned Diego expects a hands-free blow, I have trained myself to keep my hands far away from his nether-region.

Working  his cock over with plenty of spittle, he wanted to change positions. He began to move and said “on your back faggot”. I was now on my back, head hanging over the edge. “Open faggot”, and I did as told. Diego grabbed onto my head and deep dicked me. We had a great pace going. I reached up and could feel his dick lodged in my throat. My gag reflex stayed in check for extended periods, but there were moments were I was desperate for air, arms flailing, my eyes watering.

Diego’s eyes were closed as I looked up at him. He might as well have been using a fleshlight  as it was apparent my throat was an object to be used without any care or worries. Heck, my hole body was an object to be used. He controlled the pace and the depth, I just let him use my throat for his pleasure. I must have been throating him for a good 45-min before he picked up the pace, his strokes quickened, and he cried out as he held on so tightly like a vice grip, “I’m cumming faggot”, and he exploded down my throat. I felt his shaft pulsating, the eruption flying shot after shot of hot seed down my throat.

I thought he’d keep me on my back to piss down my throat, but that didn’t happen. Maybe he didn’t want to risk getting piss everywhere, or maybe he didn’t need to piss at this time?
he came down from his orgasm, his dick still very hard. He began to rock his dick once again back and forth down my throat. I felt his cock head crown puncturing my throat.

He suddenly pulled out. My slime heavily coating his shaft, he said “on ya knees faggot”, and I turned quickly and got on my knees. He pushed my back down so I was ass up still at the edge of the bed. I reached behind to hold my cheeks open for him so he could easily find my rosebud, but instead he grabbed onto my wrists like a wheelbarrow and thrust his wet dick inside the bullseye in one go. Oh man, my hole spasmed around his cock. I thought I was ready to take him, but the pain shot through me something fierce. He gave me no time to adjust. The hard fucking was deep, and loud. The unmistakable sound of his flesh hitting my flesh was echoing in the sparsely furnished room, it was likely the neighbors could hear everything. I don’t think Diego cares what his neighbors think.

He let go of one of my wrists and then bent my other arm behind me, gripping it tightly. I thought my shoulder would dislocate. I was moaning heavily into one of his pillows trying to muffle myself. Finally he let go of my arm and grabbed onto my waist. I tried to lift myself up, but he harshly pushed my back down, and said “stay down you fucking faggot”, and I did. My hole was truly being fucked now at a very rapid and hard pace, and his dick became even harder and hotter inside of me, and then he let out a huge guttural groan, “ohhh fuck, faggot, I’m cumming, oh fuck”. This was new, in the past he’s growl or moan loudly, but no shouted words. I liked it. I liked it a lot. My cock  restrained in its cage began to throb as I couldn’t grow hard.

Diego pulled his dick from my asshole and I dutifully cleaned it off. This is where I’m not quite sure what will happen next? It’s the fear of the unknown? Will he throw me out, fuck me again? I was unsure, so I didn’t move.  His cock was still impressively hard. I’ve never seen anything like it!

I was caught staring at his dick, and he laughed and said “you want more faggot”? I shook my head, “yes, please”. He then pulled my arm up and said, “get on this dick, faggot”, and I began to hungrily suck it, and deep throated  it. Tasting his cum and my ass juices on his shaft. Diego had a wooden chair not far from his bed. He pulled out of my throat, once again fully coated with spittle and said, “on the chair faggot”, as he pulled me up and practically threw me over there”. He gave my ass a few smacks for good measure and then went right in without any resistance. Between some recent fisting (not with Diego),  now lots of deep fucking, my hole seems to open easier and does not put up too much resistance.

I was bent over the chair holding on to its legs and Diego fucked  me again from behind. The chair was sliding around the wooden floor until he fucked me into the wall. My cock cage was clanking against the wooden spindle in the chair. The chair slamming back and forth as he once again took it to me and emptied yet a second load deep into my pussy.

I cleaned off his cock with my mouth, as if it were an expectation, and reached down to feel my wet hole with puffy lips. It felt so wrecked. This is usually the part where I get thrown out on my ass and this time I was ready for it. Diego pulled out of my mouth and then it happened. My clothes were in the other room. He walked swiftly out his bedroom and into the living room and I chased behind him, cum dribbling out of my cunt.

I tried to stop him from throwing my clothes into the hallway, but I wasn’t fast enough. He opened the door and threw my things all the way down the far end of the hall, in the opposite direction of the apartment building exit. Then he turned around grabbed me, and pushed me hard into the wall and slammed his door shut. I heard the turning of the lock. I froze for a second. And then I made a mad dash for my clothes. Again, nobody bothered to see what all the commotion was. Maybe they are used to Diego doing this like this, I wondered? Anyway, I quickly dressed and ran outside to my car.

This feeling of excitement and elation is like a drug to me. Rationally, I know I shouldn’t like it. I should feel ashamed or mad, but instead it’s the complete opposite. The more Diego mistreats me, the more I am drawn to him. It’s like I need to feel the humiliation, it satisfies a craving within me. After a few moments of contemplation, I drove home with my head in a daze.

If I didn’t experience these sessions with Diego myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. I never in my wildest of dreams expected to meet someone like this from a hook up app. I know Diego probably doesn’t think twice about me after I leave until he needs to fuck the next time. For me, he’s all I think about all day, his dick, all day. I constantly watch my phone and look for the next text from him. Hoping he still wants to use me.

Again, it’s been about 3 months since I first met him, and we’ve played more than 20+ times. I’m recalling and writing about our encounters to the best of my memory.