Diego

Diego texted me around 7:30pm last night, which was unusual for sure. The text read, “👀”. I replied, “yes”. In fact, I was busy, and  at a friend’s house finishing dinner, but as you all already know, I have never refused Diego, and would not now. Diego responded with a familiar address and a time of 9pm. I replied “yes Sir”. I had no real idea what I was agreeing to exactly, only that I’d be at his buddy’s place that lives nearby him. Would Diego be there? Would the buddy have another buddy over? I hadn’t any idea, and that was exciting to me!

For those that do not recall, this buddy of Diego’s is a little older, in his 40’s, built like a brick, he’s tall, black, burly, built, and hung. Last time we met alone was a few months ago, the first time Diego loaned me out to anyone. I began to wonder if this guy (I don’t know his name) texted Diego and asked to borrow his faggot? Wondering really, how did that conversation go whether it be via text or over the phone?

My friend noticed my demeanor change since receiving the text. He asked if everything was okay? I said yes, but I began to blush. He’s gay, too, and he was pushing me to tell him what was going on. So I told him everything about Diego, quickly, as I had to go home and get ready. When I told him I was not meeting Diego directly, that I was being loaned out, he was intrigued and called me a lucky bitch. We hugged goodbye, and off I went. At least I didn’t have to make up a lame excuse this time.

I drove home quickly and got ready, and then made my way to his bull buddy’s house. Parked the car, and nervously knocked on his door. I heard him say in his very deep voice, “yeah, come in faggot”. And I walked inside, and closed the door behind me. Hands sweaty, I was very nervous for some reason. The room was dark, but a faint glow from a hallway light.

I could make out a the silhouette of his buddy in the darkness sitting on an armchair in his living room. It was dark, my eyes needed to adjust. I wasn’t so comfortable to strip as I usually do when I go to see Diego, so I timidly walked over. In almost a whisper, he commanded, “on your knees and open that mouth faggot”. As I bent down i could see he was naked from the waist down, however, he was wearing a dark wifebeater, maybe black or dark blue?

I knelt down in front of him, between his open legs, and could see his hand grasping his cock, so long, inches were sticking out from his fist. I brought my face closer, and he began to slap my face with his hard cock on both cheeks. I could feel it’s warmth and firmness smacking my cheeks. I began to moan, it was hot. Then he rubbed his cock against my lips, before he pointed it at my open waiting mouth and pushed it inside. “Mmmmmmm” I moaned as I was stuffed with dick.

His buddy gripped the back of my head and let me blow him at my own pace. From tip to base, I slobbered all over it, feeling it’s fullness in my mouth, making me feel alive. The more I worked his cock, the more enthusiasm I was putting into it. Once his cock was full and hard, and soaked wet, I opened just a bit wider and pushed the head of his cock through my throat, and pushed down, taking its entirety until I could feel pubes tickling my nose. I was breathing through my nose as well, holding that thick dick in my mouth as my throat expanded and contracted around it.

His buddy let me work his cock for a good while. He sat back with hands raised over his head as he looked down and watched me worship him. I reached up to feel his biceps and squeeze his pecs. He was a solid man, all man. And it made my pussy wet. I wanted that man to ravish me. He pulled off his wifebeater so I had full access to his chest, the hair, his nipples, his hairy pits. My fingers explored and played. I then grabbed onto his balls with one hand and removed my mouth from his shaft and began to lick and suck on them. They smelled like man, they tasted a little salty, I let out even more loudly, “mmmmmmm mmmmmm”. It was delicious, all of it!

He rose up from the sofa, holding the back of my head at a time I was fully deep throating. His grip tightened, and then he used my throat and mouth like a personal flashlight. His cock pushing through my mouth and throat with ease. I held onto his ass, feeling it flexing as he moved gracefully as he pleasured his shaft with my mouth.  Lots of drool, lots of gagging, gasping, etc. his buddy undeterred by all of it, he was using my throat whether I was ready or not.

I think this oral service went on for nearly 45-50 minutes before he pulled out. As I was fully clothed, he commanded in a rough tone, “get those jeans off faggot. I’m going rape that pussy”. (Some men like to think of a faggot hole as a pussy, some do not.) Excitedly, I pushed off my tennis shoes and pulled down my jeans, removing the poppers from my front pocket. He pulled me over to the armchair by my arm and pushed me over it. My chest over the back of the chair, my ass out. I didn’t lose grip of the poppers and snuck in a couple of hits before I felt his tongue against my tender pink hole. I hadn’t expected that. I was faced forward and thought he’d be balls-deep inside me in a hurry!

He was a great hole rimmer. His course black beard scratching my ass heightened  the sensations I was feeling. His tongue scraping my anal tissue, and with the enhancement of poppers I was on cloud 9. I dropped the poppers on the chair and reached back and spread my ass cheeks wider. His buddy smacked my ass hard, swatting my hands away. He spread my ass wider on his own and I re-gripped the chair. Moaning wildly at this point. He inserted a couple of fingers, and I was be going him to fuck me. He smacked me even harder, “shut up you faggot”, he yelled. 

it was hard to keep quiet when he was getting me so excited and I was losing my inhibitions. I remembered suddenly with the last smack of the ass that this fuck was never about my pleasure, and I regrouped and focused on making this an enjoyable fuck for him. When I was slick and open, he stood up, lined up his prick with my hole, and pushed right inside. He reached over and pushed the fingers that had been in my butt in my mouth. I sucked on them, savoring the flavor. 

This bull slowly pulled his cock in and out of my pussy. It felt like he was pulling out everything inside and then pushing everything back inside. I expected his fingers and cock to connect somewhere in the middle of my colon.  He pulled his finger quickly out of my mouth, and pushed my head into the back of the armchair with his hand. I was pinned down, and his other hand gripped my shoulder. His pace began to pick up and he grunted, “gonna rape that pussy now faggot”, and he ducked me faster and faster, his hands now strongly gripping my waist, slamming deep inside me, hard and fast strokes, I thought the chair would fall over. 

I could feel beads of sweat falling onto my back now. He was definitely drilling me deep and hard, I was biting down on my forearm with my eyes closed, emitting high pitched noises in a register I hadn’t hit in years. This guy had a good amount of stamina. He reached over to my shoulders again, almost crushing them in his tight grip, and he let out a deep, loud, guttural growl that shook the room and maybe woke up the neighbors. With one last night shove, the chair slipped forward, never losing his grip on me, he ejaculated, shooting that man seed through out my insides. That final minute or so, knowing I was about to get that nut sent me into an ecstasy I could never attempt to describe. It’s like everything bad escapes my body for that shirt period of time, and everything is pure bliss, I began to smile as his essence filled me. Once again, the cum receptacle for a top in need. 

When his buddy finished, he collapsed onto my back. His sweaty hairy chest sticking to my back. I could feel his heart beating quickly and strongly. He laid there for a few minutes hugging my torso almost like a dead weight. I had been used, thoroughly. His cock began to soften and slip out of my wet hole. When it left me, I felt a wet noise as cum escaped and dribbled down my taint. That signaled this beast of a man to lift off of me. I turned around and dove to his cock. Although flaccid, the outside fully coated in cum, I needed to taste it. I engulfed it inside my mouth using my tongue to lick off all of it, until no trace or taste of cum was remaining.

My time came to an end. I was no longer needed nor necessary. His buddy just walked away from me, and started to walk down the hallway. He said nothing. It made me feel cheap, and that made my cock ache in its cage. I felt disregarded, unimportant, like a used toy no longer useful. It was time to go. So I pulled my pants back on, threw my shirt on, quickly put back the tennis shoes on my feet, and off I went. 

That was really fucking hot. I thought maybe Diego might call me over since I was so nearby, and I almost thought about driving over to his apartment anyway. But then I remembered my station in life as a faggot. If Diego wanted to use me, he would have let me know. It would not be cool to even ask him, or to go there. It would send the wrong message.

So I went right home, feeling a sense of great satisfaction in the degradation of the situation. It was late, I stripped down to my jock, placed a finger or two in my ass to taste that man’s virile load. I fell asleep with the taste of him on my mouth, and his babies swimming inside me. I drifted off to sleep with another smile.