Diego

Yesterday, I was at work, it was late afternoon. I never leave my phone out of range because I never know when I may be called into service. I would never want to miss the opportunity. It was after 3, a message came through from Diego, “faggot”, I responded, “yes Sir”. He replied with the name of the nearby park, and the time I should be there, 8pm. It was the lengthiest text I’d ever received from him, and it ended with “wear something to make him know your my faggot”. I replied as usual, “yes Sir”

Well, that was interesting. I had no idea who I’d be meeting but obviously someone new, someone I hadn’t met before.  Diego’s had me  hooded with other guys, but one of them would have picked me out of the crowd. This was someone completely new.. I was excited and nervous at the same time if that makes sense. And I was trying hard to think about what I could wear that would make it apparent I’m Diego’s faggot.

I got home around 5:30 and had plenty of time to work with as the park wasn’t far at all. I wasn’t quite sure what we’d get up to outdoors, and no idea what this other person wanted to get into? So I prepared for anything taking time to douche out properly. With only a jockstrap on, and pushing 7:00, I pondered attire that would give me away. I found a pair of ripped jeans, they had a huge tear just under my left butt cheek, large enough to show off some some skin. Then I got stuck on a shirt. I decided going direct would be best. I found an old white t-shirt and a black marker, and wrote on the front of it “Diego’s Faggot”. I took a zipper-front sweatshirt so I can unzip at the right time.

Driving over to the park, my heart was racing, and I started to shake, and sweat. I don’t know why I was having this reaction, but I was. I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. I found a place to park, and it was almost 8pm. I hovered around the spot Diego had told me to meet. There was still quite a bit of activity, as it was a nice night, and people were still milling about. I saw plenty of single guys walking by me, wondering if any of them would be the guy.

It was 8:00, show time. I unzipped my sweatshirt, and stood nearby a street light. I ensured the writing in my shirt was noticeable. Several minutes came and went. It was weird to advertise my station in life as people walked by. After 10 minutes or so, I saw a figure walk towards me. I’d place him around 5’10”, he had a large frame. He was wearing a cap, jeans, and a zipped up jacket. As he came closer I began to make out his face. He was dark skinned, and I could see a close cropped goatee. It was dark, seeing any other features wasn’t easy. But he brushed up against me and said, “faggot, follow me”, and he walked past me.

Obediently, I walked behind him, staying several paces behind. He walked deeper into the park, until the trees became more dense, and we were further away from the common path. Behind a thick tree trunk, I saw him stop.
he said, “on your knees faggot”, and I got down and  felt the damp ground wet my knees.

“Open faggot”. As I opened my mouth wide, he unzipped, and out came a semi hard cock, about 7.5”uc. Not too bad, but nowhere near what Diego is packing. He shoved his cock inside my mouth and held the back of my head. I closed my eyes as he thrusted in and out of my mouth. I reached up to grab his meaty ass, but he swatted my hands away, and yelled, “no faggot”, and continued to use my mouth. Then I tried to use a hand to suck and tug his cock at the same time. That went equally as bad, “no hands faggot!” Then he pulled out of my mouth and slapped my face hard. He said, “he told me you like it rough”, and a slight chuckle before he said, “open faggot, gonna use that throat”.

I opened again, and with a tighter grip on my head, he bucked up and in, and he jammed some of his length down my throat. With his cock not as  thick nor as wide as others I’ve recently been challenged to service, this was a walk in the park. I’d say though, he might have been going at fucking my face at a much more frantic pace. His balls slammed up against my chin, his thick pubes tickling my nose. He was far from gentle. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to slap it on my cheeks, my lips, my nose and forehead. It felt hot to the touch. It was wet from my juices and his leaking precum. Then I heard again, “open”, and he grabbed his hairy balls and put them in my mouth and he said, “mmm yeah suck on my balls fucking faggot”. I did so eagerly. They were full, heavy, and smelled delicious. I worked his balls with my tongue, and with my lips, taking them into my mouth a lightly sucking.

Then he said, “keep that mouth open faggot, gonna cum down that throat”. And if was even possible. He grabbed onto each side of my head, pressing hard, crushing my ears, and proceeded to fuck at full steam. I opened my eyes for just a second and saw an old white guy in the distance watching us and jerking off. The guy face fucking me was facing the other direction, he didn’t see we were being watched. Knowing we were being watched just made the experience a little more interesting. I gained more enthusiasm, and I began to moan loudly while getting mouth fucked. He said, “faggot likes cock down his throat, doesn’t he”, and I said, “mmmmm mmmm” even louder to indicate that yes, I did!

I could feel his pace increase, his strokes shorten just a bit, and his cock thicken. I sensed he’d be cumming at any moment, and I was correct. He let out a loud grunt, followed by, “ooohh fuck, yeah, swallow that nut faggot”, and could feel strong twitches as the cum sprayed out of him. I continued moaning, I loved what was happening right at that very moment.

When his orgasm subsided. He pulled out, slapped my face hard, and said, “later faggot”, zipped up and walked away. The old guy watching us had fled the scene as well. I got up from the ground and tried to clean off my knees the best I could. I realized I had some cum on the side of my lips, so I used my tongue to catch it. It tasted a bit salty, but very very good.

With nobody else in sight, I got up, zipped up my sweatshirt, and began to walk back to my car with the wonderful taste of man seed in my mouth. The old white guy was standing around and saw me as I got closer to my car. He said, “that was hot. So jealous”. And I said absolutely nothing once I realized he was competing for cock. I got in my car and drove home.

As I got home and stripped for bed, I lay back thinking about Diego, and how good he is to me, letting his friends use me. I think about how he uses me, and it brings a smile to my face because all I ever really think about is being a useful faggot. That is my purpose.