Diego

It took a few days to recover from all that dick. My throat was sore and my hole was well used and ass lips puffy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. All of this are great reminders of being well-used, of being a faggot.

I was at work when the text came through. It read, “faggot”. I replied, “Sir”, then, “woods 6”. I assumed it meant the woods by his house at 6:00. I replied, “yes Sir”. And once again I was put in a position to leave work early and break off after work plans with some friends. Of course when I told them it was for a good reason, they knew it was because I’d be getting some dick. At work, I found a way to escape the glares that usually came my way around 4:30.

I raced home to ensure I’d clean out well. With my cock now free, I found myself growing incredibly hard when I played with my dildos, but I was able to control myself from coming. I placed a metal cockring on, a new black Nasty Pig jockstrap that was just delivered that day. It was unusually hot out for this time of year so put on a pair of short Helsinki Athletica shorts and a white Champion tank top, a white pair of ankle socks and a beat-up pair of blue Nike’s.

It was 5:45 when I got in the car and just about 6 when I arrived. I parked and began to walk down the alley behind his building. It was quiet and I didn’t see anyone. I found my way to the end of the alley, and entered the wooded area. I slowly walked deeper into the woods where the trees were full and the view from the alley was blocked. And there he was, shirtless, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His well-built tatted pecs and biceps exposed. His shorts down to his ankles and his slick 9.5” cock wet and hard in his hand. His eyes closed, I suppose lost in the sensation of pleasuring himself.  I couldn’t help but notice his beard grew a little longer since last week. 

I walked over towards him and sank down to my knees. He let go of his cock as I opened my mouth to take him in. Like a ninja, he pulled the back of my head all the way down his cock unexpectedly. No time for warming up, he tore my throat open. The element of surprise really caught me off guard and I began gagging, pushing his thoughts with my hands trying to pry him loose. Diego’s grip was just too strong as he just held his cock deep down my throat. I knew I wasn’t getting out of this. I tried to center my thoughts and began to breathe through my nose. My throat began to relax.

Diego kept that firm grip on my head as he began to thrust his cock from head to base in my mouth. The suction was so strong I could feel every vein, every bump, along the way. His dick was as hard a brick. My eyes watered like a fountain, the phlegm stings pouring down my chin, soaking my tank top and my neck, the gurgling of my throat as his thick black meat invaded me.

Suddenly, he let go of my head and pushed my forehead back. And then he barked at me, “I’m not done with you faggot! Get up!” He pointed to the tree, i kneeled by the tree assuming that’s what he wanted. I was wrong, he spit in my face, slapped me, and kicked my knees. “Back against the tree faggot!” I sat on the ground so my back was flush against the tree and the back of my head, too. Diego ordered, “open that faggot mouth”! Pinned to the back of the tree, Diego grabbed onto a tree branch above him, exposing his dark bushy pits, and he forced his cock down my throat again.   I placed my hands on Diego’s thighs for balance, feeling them flex, slightly hairy, as they worked hard to invade my throat. Diego’s strokes became fast and short, a deep groan developed in his chest as I felt his thighs begin to shake, and his cock erupted, feeling cum bullets shooting deep, deep in my throat. Diego pulled out and wiped his wet cock on my face.

I gasped for breath and grabbed onto my throat. Tears wet and streaming down my face. I looked over at Diego, he did not look at me, I could see his cock glistening and still very hard. I leapt to take him back in my mouth on the off chance there was still some savory cum to taste. When he saw me coming, I was met with one of the hardest slaps across the face he’d ever delivered. It stung. I thought maybe a tooth would fall out. I fell to the ground. Now covered with dirt. My cock began to get hard, betraying me. While sprawled on the ground, Diego walked over to me, bent down, looking me in the eyes and spit 3 times, my face covered in his juice. My eyes burning from the combination of tears and his spit. I dared not move. He grabbed my chin in his hand and squeezed as he said, “you fucking faggot, get up and bend over!”

I got up from my knees, pulled my shorts down, and hugged the same tree where Diego used my throat. Diego slapped my ass a few times and realized my cock was not locked. He reached underneath me and pulled my balls down through the jockstrap. My cock softened from the pain. Then he spit into my crack, then his hand. I reached my hands back to spread my ass open, and Diego swatted them away. Then he lined up and pushed inside.

I bit down on my forearm to stifle the loud high pitched scream that came from deep inside me. My hole burned and spasmed. Diego paid that no attention, he began to fuck my hole in earnest. I felt his balls slapping against me. My hole began to relax and open. Diego was fucking me very deep. He grabbed the back of my shoulders and bucked up even deeper inside me. I was moaning like a $2 whore in Vegas. Fuck, his cock felt so good inside me. My cock was growing hard again, and I went to stroke it. Diego reached down again, grabbed my balls, pulling and squeezing so hard I thought I would puke. When I was no longer erect, Diego let go, grabbed my hips, and the rhythmic sound of his deep fucking resumed. It became enjoyable again for me as he battered my prostate.

Diego grabbed onto the tree branch above him and slammed his cock deep inside me, harder, faster. The sweat beads landing on my back. As he did about 20 minutes ago, the fuck stokes quickened, the groan developed into a growl, and with one final hard thrust of his hips, Diego shouted “oh fuck, take that nut faggot”! And again, his cock spasmed and sprayed hot jizz deep inside my ass tunnel.  When he pulled out, I spun around to clean him off. Remarkably, he was still rock hard.

When his cock was all clean, I pulled my shorts up assuming we were done. And Diego stood in front of me, blocking me from leaving and said, “fucking faggot, not done yet” and he pushed me down so hard I fell on my ass in the dirt. He got up behind me, pushed me face down in the dirt with one hand and the other pulled my shorts down. His hard cock re-entered my wet cummy hole. I was eating dirt as he now held me down by my neck as his cock probed inside me. The cum churning in my ass oven, the sounds of wet cum filling the airspace. Diego placed his arms at my sides, fucking me push-up style. My dick was growing hard from the friction of rubbing against the dirt and my stomach.

With every thrust of Diego’s dick in my ass, my cock responded, and I grunted louder and louder. The force of his fucking enhanced the feeling of my cock tightly between my body and the ground. I began to scream, “oh fuck me, fuck me Sir!”, and Diego responded accordingly, fulfilling my desire until my load exploded out of me. My load sticking to my skin. My hole clenched around Diego’s thick fuckstick, and I milked a third load out of Diego’s balls and into my ass. Diego collapsed onto my back, his sticky body on my back as he slowly fucked his cock inside me. And finally, I felt his cock softening and it eventually feel out of me.

Diego lifted himself off of me, wiped his hands off with the back of my tank top, pulled up his shorts and walked away. I very slowly got up from the ground and I looked down. I was a dirty mess. My thighs all brown from the dirt. My white tank top looked disgusting, and my hands were black from dirt. I could only imagine what my face looked like! I tried to brush myself off, but it was useless. I did my best to walk briskly to my car without being seen.

I hated getting inside the car with all this dirt, but had no choice. When I looked in the rear view mirror, I saw my face was so dirty, caked on patches of dirt on my forehead, my cheeks, chin, and the tip of my nose. My shorts were also filthy. I felt gross, but at the same time, I felt happy. I just got a drink of Diego’s cum and inseminated by HIM! I went from feeling gross to feeling fortunate. I drove home quickly, parked, and ran back into the house.

I stripped and threw my clothes in the wash. I knew I wanted to jerk off, but I also knew I was filthy. I had a dilemma. I decided to grab my 10” dildo and jump into the shower. I wet the washcloth and soaked it in Old Spice body wash, and I began to scrub my body clean. The dirt spilling down the drain. After a good scrub, i suctioned the dildo onto the shower tiles and soaped it up. I pushed my hole back onto it, and I could feel the cum inside me splashing as I rode the dildo. I was slightly bent over as I stroked my throbbing 7”, without a care of my own volume, I moaned in pleasure as I bounced off the dildo, filling it with the entire 10”, tightening my hole around it until I shot another load all over the shower floor and walls. It was a very powerful orgasm. As I dismounted the dildo, cum flew out of my ass with it.

Damn, I had a great anal workout. Diego worked me rough and then I pleasured myself. I felt so relaxed. All cleaned up, I was now exhausted. I opened the windows in my bedroom and feel asleep naked as the light wind in the air brushed over my body. Life is good as a used faggot!