Diego

I have met Diego 20+ times over the past 4 months, and have written about many of those times. Today, I’m writing about what took place last night, after work. It was about 11am when my phone pinged. As usual, I was in a meeting, so I subtly picked up my phone and read the message from under the table. It read, “Wyd faggot”? I replied, “at work, Sir”. He replied, “be here at 6 faggot”. I replied, “yes Sir!”

I left work a bit early. My coworkers are getting a little suspicious about my frequent need to leave early over the past few months. If only they knew! I made a swift exit and drove home like a madman. It had been about a week since seeing him, and I was really excited, as I usually am for him. I showered, douched, shaved everything neatly (chest, pits, pubes, balls, ass), put on a blue jockstrap, the first one I grabbed from the drawer, some older clothes I would potentially not see or wear again, my jacket, and left the house to be there at 6.

I’ve gotten into a routine to take deep breaths and relax as I drive over. I mentally prepare myself for what’s to come, the spitting, the slapping, the skull fucking, the deep assfucking. I know I will walk out of there in a different condition than walking in. It’s knowingly walking into the lion’s den and accepting whatever might happen. I go into this with my eyes wide open, and it excites me. I’m still in chastity lock, so my cock cannot express my level of excitement, but I assure you, when my cock tries to harden, the ache I experience isn’t for the faint hearted. Even after all these months locked up, you never really get used to the almost continuous dull ache. But, I endure, as I am committed to it.

I walk in and find Diego with his legs up on the sofa, black wifebeater, no porn playing, television not on, and his boxers are down to his knees, and he’s facing the opposite direction of the door, so his back is to me. I see his left hand stroking his pulsing hard dick. It looked so large from the angle, veins popping, that large mushroom head almost purple and hard, looking like a flag pole I’d have to climb. I literally licked my lips as I undressed. I gave up on strategically placing my clothes to increase my chances of wearing them home. I’d lost that game too many times. So they were strewn about as I hastily wanted to get naked. 

I missed that cock, and wanted to show him just how much. I kneeled on the floor. With my hands still cold, I didn’t want to touch it, but I hunched over and began to lick his cockhead. Diego placed his arms up behind his head, his head back, eyes closed, and I began to kiss and lick his shaft, up and down its length, working down to capture his balls. Diego lightly moaned, “oh yeah faggot, that’s nice”. It was nice to experience a tame Diego. He was letting me pleasure him with my tongue, with my mouth. Drops of precum emanating from his slit, which I rubbed onto my lips. After more than 10 minutes, I finally opened my mouth wide and began to suck him, going slow, working my tongue on the underside of the cock, Diego still laying there, arms up, pits exposed, eyes closed, “faggot that’s good”, and then I pushed my head all the way down, all 9.5” down my throat. That triggered Diego to become more actively involved. It was almost like I woke him up. He grabbed my neck and held me down, and began to buck his hips up to fuck my throat. I was inhaling his pubes. My throat was getting the use I had become accustomed to.

When he tired of this position, Diego slapped my cheek and said, “move fucking faggot”, and he sat up, so now I was still on my knees, but between his legs. He picked my head up by the chin and proceeded to spray spit my entire face, several times, lips curled like the sight of me repulsed him, and then with his right hand, he open face slapped me several times. These blows stung, I tightened my thighs and core so I’d remain upright. Diego then open face slapped me with his left hand, his less dominant hand, but still stinging. Then another big wind-up and his hardest smack of all, causing me to lose balance, and fall over.

He stood up, pinched my nose and said, “open that fucking mouth bitch!”. I had buzzed my hair so he couldn’t grab it, so I guess the nose was the next best thing? I opened and he pressed down on my head using both hands and continued to skull fuck me rapidly. Fucking my throat at his own pace. It was a few more minutes before he pushed down even harder. His body was straining, on his toes, he yelled, “oh fuck, yeah faggot, catch that nut!”, and his dick began to convulse down my throat sending rivets of cum inside. I was saying “mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm”, like he was feeding me dinner. It was good, 5 star review! Fuck, I wanted seconds!!

When Diego didn’t let go of me, I knew I’d be his urinal any second. I waited for his flow to begin. I can feel when it begins as it flows from his bladder through his shaft and then it gushes out and down my throat. The deeper he’s in my mouth the easier to is for me to handle and swallow. And again I’m “mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm”, anything Diego wanted to give me, I wanted it. I see it as an honor that he still chooses me to take his loads and drink his piss. And I think Diego senses my willingness, there is absolutely no hesitation on my end, and I love that he come to expect that from me.

After the stream stopped, he let go of my head, pulled out of my mouth, grabbed his dick, then I heard, “open faggot”, and he shook his big half-hard over my open mouth and out came a few drops of bitter piss. I swallowed and licked my lips. He slapped me and said, “open bitch”, and he pumped into my mouth until his cock was fully hard again.

I wasn’t wearing the harness this time, so he didn’t have that to drag me around with, so he pulled me up with his arm going under my pit, and once upright, he pushed me towards the stools under the kitchen counter. He swatted my ass and said, “open that ass faggot”, so I bent over and pried my cheeks apart with my hands, exposing my hole. A few wads of spit hit my ass and crack. His hard cock rubbing my crack getting it all slick and coated, then he pressed my back down and plunged his dick inside, all the way to the balls. I let go of my ass and grabbed the countertop, and screamed, “oh fuck, oh fuck”! My ass hurt like a motherfucker! He swatted my ass a few times and yelled over me”shut the fuck up you bitch! Take this dick faggot”. He slapped me again grabbed my hips, finger nails digging into my skin, and delivered a savagely carnal fucking. Diego has stamina and go go for a long time. This was one of those times. I thought he was gonna shoot a few times along the journey, but he kept throwing himself into me more and more. I was panting, my hole battered, my ass burning from his continuous swatting and spanking. It felt like more than 45min to an hour without a break, like a gym workout before slammed my waist with his hands and with a strong grip, the grunting coming from deep in his gut, and he let out a loud roar, “aahhhhhh aasahhh oh fuck”, and I felt his hit cum shoot inside me like bullets”

I’d been there probably almost 2 hours at this point. Our bodies drenched in sweat. I thought he was spent after cumming hard twice. He threw me off the stool, my back slightly sore from  holding position for so long, and threw me down onto the carpet. He got behind me, spread my legs open, I was really being manhandled, and pushed inside again. His dick still hard as a rock. He fucked me for about 10 minutes like this, just fucking the head of dick in and out of my ring, and then he slammed in hard and released a third load. Then he fell on my back with a thud, all his weight on top of me.

Once he pried himself off me. He was kneeling regaining his balance. His cock glistening from all the cum, I could see some visibly in his pubes, on his balls. I had to have it. I dove in and began licking at all up, sucking his cock, until all of his baby juice was mine. I love his cum. The taste of it, knowing it came from such a virile and dominant man, makes it taste better.

He was still breathing hard, but I could see his eyes looking around the room. Plotting his next move. He got up from his knees. He went straight for my jacket, fished out the keys. He jingled them in front of my face, angry scowl, and he held my glare, until he turned around to open the window and threw them outside.  As he left the room, he said, “get the fuck out of here you fucking faggot and shut the fucking door”. He let me keep my clothes, but this time I’d have to find my keys. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, so I hurriedly dressed, left, and closed the door behind me. I felt a gush of cum run out my hole as I ran outside. I walked in the dark to the side of the building, looked up at Diego’s apartment window. And felt a little helpless. Those keys could be anywhere! I wandered around for almost 30 minutes, and then I decided maybe I should just walk home, it would take me an hour or so. And then I saw a flash in a small pile of snow almost to the sidewalk, and sure enough, my keys flew further than I thought. I was real lucky this time.

I was also still incredibly horny, but it was after 9 on a work night, so I went home, took off my clothes, lubed up the black 18” dildo I have which stretches my hole to its max (I’ve only managed to take about 10-11”), and sunk down by the mirror, and rode that thing hard, playing with my nips, and when I shot my nut, there was a puddle forming on the floor. It had been several weeks since I last emptied my nuts. It looked so thick and so much. I bent down and began to lick, I couldn’t simply wipe up. My chin and lips coated with my own cum as I licked the floor clean. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, “I really am a faggot, look at me”!

I slept soundly last night. Can’t wait until I’m called for faggot duty once again!