Diego

It had been a little over a week since Diego last texted me. Maybe because I had been with Jace, my keyholder, in that time, I didn’t keep it top of mind, but this is the longest period of time he’d gone dark, so I began to worry. I wondered if Diego felt I was no longer of any use and if he found a replacement faggot. I don’t even know why I have been so attached to Diego given his unkindness towards me. It was, and is, that big beautiful black cock and it’s effect on me that keeps me coming back for more.

Yesterday, I was on my lunch break and my phone pings. I see a message from Diego and my heart leapt out of my chest, and a huge smile comes across my face. My coworker noticed and asks about it. I just say, “one of my friends sent me something funny, that’s all”.  What really appeared was this message,  “faggot xyxy address 7”. I replied quickly, “yes Sir” and put my phone away, grateful my coworker wouldn’t want to see my phone and ask more questions. I tried to act completely normal after the text, but the image of that dick came to my mind and my cock began to throb in its metal sheath, and it became increasingly difficult to focus on our conversation. Thankfully, lunch time was over and I was able to remove myself from this interaction before it became even more uncomfortable.

I was also grateful I wouldn’t need to make an early exit from work given our start time was later than usual. But, being a Friday night, I had plans, and I had to break them. Again, a lame excuse that I wasn’t feeling well worked. I’m beginning to think my small friend group is on to me, but let them think whatever they want. I finally left work for the day and drove home. It was only 5:30, which gave me a little more than an hour to get ready and prepare. I had looked up the provided address on my phone and realized this time it was not in Diego’s neighborhood. It was at least 3-4 miles further.  Not a problem as we all know I’d probably travel to the other side of the planet for Diego’s dick.

I went through my usual routine to ensure I’d be able to bottom with no worries, I shaved everything smooth for the occasion, grabbed a jockstrap, threw on the harness, some joggers and a coat (no shirt), and off I went to this new destination.

It was a neighborhood of older row homes, I parked, and walked up to the front door of my destination. 2 houses away, a coupe of guys were hanging out on their porch and looked at me skeptically. I knocked on the door anyway, and loudly a deep voice said “it’s open faggot”, loud enough for those guys to hear, and I could hear them laugh as I walked in. Once inside, I was surprised to see a white guy. He was probably in his upper 20’s, shaved head, about 6’, and bearish looking. He was shirtless, I could see a scruffy black beard, curly black chest hair, and a tattoo sleeve up his right arm. He was sitting on the sofa, and when I walked in, he looked at me, studying me while stroking his beard and said, “take off your clothes, faggot”. As I did so, I became a little self-conscious maybe because I felt judged. When he saw I hadn’t a shirt  on he smirked and said, “Diego is right, you do look like a faggot”, and he pointed down to the floor.

I  was a little shaky and nervous in this strangers home. I walked over and got into ready position, on my knees, hands at my side, head bowed, paying my respects to the alpha male. He said, “that’s a good faggot”. Then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. He was wearing boxers. I grabbed a handful of thick cock, I could barely get my fist around it, but it wasn’t long, maybe 6.5-7”. I slipped my hand through the fly of his boxers to grab the real thing. It was very hard, and hot to the touch. I slowly began to jerk it, keeping my head down and resisting the temptation to suck it. He said, “you like that dick, faggot?” I whispered, “yes Sir”. He yelled, “louder”. I replied a little louder, “I like that dick, Sir”. Then he slapped my face and said “again”, and I raised  my voice and said, “I like that dick, Sir”. And he replied, “that’s a good boy, faggot”, and he slipped his boxers off, revealing a wild bush of thick dark public hair, and very hairy ball sac of average size. The cock was definitely the feature, as thick as I’d ever seen. I knew I was going to be ruined when he fucked me.

He pushed my head down into his crotch and said,”inhale faggot”, and the sweet aroma of man sweat filled my nostrils. Then he said, “open faggot”, and pushed my head down, my mouth wide open, almost jaw breaking as I fit that monster inside my mouth. Then while holding my head down, he began to fuck my face. As he’s doing this I’m wondering how does Diego know this guy and how the hell was I going to not bite his dick off? My lips strained around his cock and the saliva was pouring out of my mouth like a faucet.
I reached up to run my hands through his thick chest fur and then grabbed his furry ass. I felt it flex as he continued fucking my face.

I began to choke on the thick dick and I pulled off trying to wipe the fluid off my chin and to stop my eyes from tearing. I opened and closed my mouth a few times to be sure everything still worked right. Then he stood up and he began to rub his cock all over my face, and then he grabbed his balls and did the same thing. Then he said, “open your mouth faggot”, and shoved it back in. He pushed me down again, and continues to fuck  my face. He was getting frustrated with me because I wasn’t able to open wide enough. He slapped me across the face then produced a small bottle of poppers and put them in my hand. I dislodged his dick from my mouth to properly inhale and tried to blow him again. Only this time, if worked. He was able to fuck my mouth now, he held it there closing off my windpipe, and  he waited just long enough before I’d pass out to pull out. This went on for a long while.

Then he pulled me up to the sofa by the harness. I felt like a rag doll, and said, “hands and knees faggot”, and I felt him get behind me. I closed my eyes thinking it would hurt when he’d finally fuck me, but instead I felt a wet tongue work my ass over and that beard rubbing into my ass was electric!  He was  an expert rimmer and I was glad I had shaved so my smooth skin could feel his course beard hair. His tongue felt magical. He spread my ass with his hands. I reached back and pulled my ass further apart as well. Fuuiccck that was good! Then he got up and threw me the poppers and said, “ inhale faggot”, and I heard him spit into his hands to lube his cock. I shut my eyes as I felt his cock approach my rear entry.. as he begin to push in, I breathed out, which opened my hole and allowed him to pop inside. My hole felt like it had a fist inside. It hurt like a bitch. But I breathed through it, and eventually the initial pain turned into pleasure. I took another hit and began to fuck  myself on this thick dick. I was bouncing my hole  over it.
I tried to squeeze down hard and I was really enjoying the fullness.

This bull grabbed my harness with both hands and began to slam his cock into me, the guttural sounds coming from both of us loudly. He fucked me like this for awhile and he began to slam even harder causing me to fall onto my stomach. My cock cage in the pouch somehow wedged between the sofa cushions, this hairy beast now on top of me, grunting loudly in my ear, until I feel his body tensing and I know I’m about to be bred, so I yell, “breed me, Sir!”, and he yells in my ear, “you want my seed faggot”, and I yell back “yes Sir”, and a couple of seconds later he’s grunting, “oh fuck!!”, holding still while I milk his thick dick with my ass, pulling out all that seed. That was fucking hot. My hole was flooded.

He gets up and throws his boxers on and walks to get his phone. He snapped a pic of my cummy hole and said, “get up faggot”, then I heard his phone ping and he said, “go to Diego’s now faggot”. I had been there about an hour. I dressed quickly and saw the 2 guys still outside and they laughed again as I fumbled for my keys and got into my car.

I drove away squeezing my hole shut. I didn’t want that cum flooding out staining my pants. I drove quickly, parked, and I didn’t knock, I just walked in. Diego was sitting on his chair, white wifebeater, no shorts, no cap, stroking that big dick. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it as I shed my coat and pants. And like a moth to a flame, I crawled over to him, kneeled and instinctually grabbed his cock and went to place it in my mouth. That’s when Diego slapped me very hard across the face, roughly placed his hand under my chin and spit  on me several times. Then he said, “open faggot”, then on his terms, I wax allowed to blow him. I know I was slurping and saying “mmmmm mmmm”, like I was tasting something delicious. I love taking that big meat down my throat and I wanted Diego to know it@.

Diego seemed a little impatient and didn’t throat fuck me as long as he usually does. He pushed me off his cock and as he rose up from the char, stepped on my upper back and held me down in the carpet. He said, “open that ass faggot”.  And I reached back to show him my wet cummy hole. He got down on his knees and pushed inside. I removed my hands from my ass and placed them straight out over my head. I let Diego thoroughly ravage my hole, plunging deep inside. It was if seeing my used hole fueled him. He placed his hands around my throat and continued to fuck me deep and hard. I thought I’d pass out. Then he placed himself over me push up style. I closed my eyes and squeezed down, tightening my hole and rubbing up back and forth. Diego said, “get that load faggot”, and began to sweat and I worked harder to take him to orgasm. Then i worked just the head with my ring and that did it. He screamed, “oh fuuuck faggot”, and I pushed back hard and squeezed, milking his long shaft  to get my reward.

I pulled off and spun around to taste the cum cocktail. Diego’s dick was dripping with cum, I loved that he let me clean it off thoroughly. When I finished. He pulled away, and I looked up at him. He stared back at me, with the usual look of disgust and disdain, and he stroked his beard. I can see him contemplating if we go another round or does he toss me out on my ass. Abruptly, he grabs my coat, removed the keys. Then he grabbed my pants. He opened the window and dropped my shoes outside. He ran to the door and tossed my keys down the hall. And held onto my coat and pants. He stood at the open door and glared at me saying absolutely nothing. I got up and walked toward the door. He pushed my back and i slammed against the wall. His door closed. I waited a few seconds, decided it was safe, ran down the hall for my keys and bolted out the door. I couldn’t find my shoes (I found them this morning), and drove home. I could feel my wet cummy ass on the seat.

I got home, ran inside and took a deep breath. I hadn’t experienced a rush like that in several weeks. I did something I never did before. I texted Diego “thank you, Sir”, not that I ever thought I’d get a reply, but wanted to send a message that I was a willing participant and wanted to be a useful faggot. I think the idea of getting caught excites and scares me. I went to take a leak and then went to bed. That was an awesome Friday night!