Diego

Diego texted me once again. I think we’ve met more than 30 times at this point. I’ve never had such a well-used hole! I was summoned to be there at 6:00, which is our usual time. This time, when I left the office early, a nosy coworker asked me in front of others, “why you leaving work early all the time? What’s going on with you”? I a topped dead in my tracks, and just said, “I’m sorry, I’ve got an appointment and can’t be late”, and left. I couldn’t very well tell her the truth, although, I do wonder what would happen if I had? But it did make me nervous, and I’m hoping my early departures do not become problematic. I always say, “a faggot finds a way”, and as long as Diego wants to use my faggot ass, I’m gonna let him, and I’ll figure it out.

So I rushed home, cleaned up, and drove over. As I walked up to Diego’s apartment building, there he was, on the front steps, smoking a joint. As I approached, he got up, and started walking away, and I took that as a sign to follow him, I did so from a distance, as I was hesitant to get too close.

He walked around the corner to an alley, and eventually, he stopped in a little alcove area that seemed fairly hidden from public view. He simply pointed to the ground and said, “on your knees, faggot”. I got down on my knees, my knees hitting the pavement. Then he took the lit joint and put it out on my shirt. He looked down at me, spit on my face, then he slapped me a few times before he said, “open that faggot mouth for this dick”. I opened wide, and he pounded my face. I held onto my knees for balance, trying hard not to choke. He held me tightly by the ears and pushed his 9.5” dick down my throat forcing me to eat and swallow his entire shaft. Lots of spittle dripping down my chin and landing on the pavement. He moved his hands from my ears to the top of my head, holding my head in place, and his strokes became faster and shorter. I knew this meant he’d be getting close, then came the vice grip I’ve become accustomed to, he let out a bit of a grunt, and volleys of cum flew out of his cock and down my throat.

He held his cock in my mouth, did not pull out. His grip still tight, I couldn’t really move of if I wanted to, and I could feel his piss stream begin to form, and the cum chaser spilled out. I would swallow repeatedly not to spill any, although I did begin to gag at one point and his cock, still flowing yellow piss, his cock jumped out of my throat, and began spraying my face. Diego gripped his dick and aimed the stream all over my clothes and face, as he chuckled. The price I paid for choking, I’d do better next time.

When he finished, he shook his penis over my head and I felt the droplets land in my hair, then he rubbed it into my hair to wipe it off. Then I heard, “open faggot” and he shoved his dick back down my throat. I coated it to get it nice and wet. He pulled out, then he said, “faggot, turn around and let me have that hole”. I pulled down my piss-soaked jeans and bent over and grabbed onto my ankles as he poked his cock around my crack until he found my hole. He spit into my crack, and pushed through my sphincter, and went balls deep into me. It took my breath away. I yelled very loudly, “OH FUCK”, it was louder than I had expected. This angered Diego. He slapped my ass so hard, and sternly said, “keep quiet faggot and take this dick”! And he proceeded to deliver another one of his brutal fucks, ending always with a harsh grunt and for me, a flooded hole.

I turned around to clean off his cock, as I usually do, but instead I was slapped so hard across the face I landed on the pavement. I was there for a few seconds and he began to pull up his pants. He walked up to me, grabbed my chin and he spray spit in my face twice. Then he smacked me across the face again and walked away, and I heard a faint, “fucking faggot”. He didn’t turn around or look back, just a brisk walk towards his apartment.

I was left there alone. I looked around, and nobody was there. If I wasn’t still locked up in that cage, I’m sure I would have beat myself off and nutted. Instead, I used my shirt sleeve to wipe my face, got up, and walked back towards the car.

As I drove home, I started to wonder more about why I am attracted to rough men that don’t give a shit about me or my feelings, and why am I so willing to be used by them? I don’t have daddy issues, I was raised by an intact family in a upper middle class neighborhood, I have college degrees, a good job, etc. But yet, when a cock comes calling, I lose all of my sensibilities, and become this faggot pig, and it makes everything better, everything feels right.

I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating this in my mind, and eventually I keep coming to the conclusion that God has created me to serve the needs of men. This is my purpose. There is no other explanation needed nor necessary.

I also thought about the fact this was the first time Diego had used me in public. I wonder what made that happen? Will it happen again? Was he looking for a change of scenery? Was someone else in his home? Question after question coming to the forefront of my brain, and having to deal with the possibility of never having answers. Then I fell asleep thinking a faggot doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t deserve answers, and should be happy and honored it is needed, no matter where, no matter who.