Diego

I raced home from work once again to get ready for Diego. It excited all my senses to see him again, not knowing what he might do next. He was predictable, that’s for sure!  I did hope he’d be fucking me since that didn’t happen the day before. I decided no jockstrap this time, I wanted to see how Diego would react seeing it locked up. It had always been covered. I’m sure he knew I was locked up, but the pouch of the jockstrap kept things in place.

Made the 15 min drive and walked in. There he was, sitting in his chair. Eyes forward watching porn, right hand softly stroking his dick, left hand resting on the arm of the chair. White wifebeater, no hat. He looked so perfect to me. Ignoring me completely, I undressed, and slowly sank to my knees. I looked up at him, and he did not look back. He pushed my head down on his prick, and pushed until all 9.5” were down my throat. Then he grabbed my chin in one hand and the back of my head with the other, and fucked his dick with my throat, at his pace, how he wanted it. I relaxed my head so he can use it like a bobblehead. I closed my eyes and went for the ride.

He threw my head off his dick and I went back to suck it, and I didn’t see it coming, WHACK, a hard slap across the face followed by another and another. Then he spit a loogie in my face, and SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, at least 5 hard blows. I fell backward, my cheeks stinging. “You fucking  faggot, get the fuck up”, and he pulled me up, and kicked me over to the nearby wall, and positioned me so my head was against the wall, no escape. I had been here once before. I knew the skull fuck to come was going to be brutal. Diego looked downwards at me, his nose crumpled, eyes squinted, mouth angry, and he said, “you fucking filthy faggot, open that mouth”, and he spit down in my face and pushed my head against the wall. “Open faggot, open that fucking throat”, and I obeyed. He fucked that throat, and I felt once or twice I was going to die doing what I loved. I couldn’t breathe, snot flying out my nose, my eyes watered, bulging out, I was babbling incomprehensibly, making noises I hadn’t before. And I fucking loved it. I enjoyed working hard to accept Diego’s load. It was my honor. Diego put his fists up the wall and piston fucked my throat until he screamed, “oh get that nut faggot” and he orgasmed so strongly, I felt his cock jolt in my throat like it was having a seizure, bursting so much cum inside.

He came down from the orgasm, cock still semi-hard, and pulled out. I clutched my throat and used my firearms to wipe my face and chin. It’s a miracle I didn’t throw up, is what I thought. I was breathing deeply. Diego put me through the paces this time, as he does pretty much all the time.

Diego pulled me up from the floor and screamed, “bend over fucking faggot”, and smacked my ass hard. I bent over with my hands holding the wall for balance. His front window shades were wide open. Anyone passing by could see Diego’s ass pumping inside of me. The man has so much confidence, he doesn’t give a shit about anything nor what anyone thinks. That is so hot! My face to the wall, I wouldn’t know if anyone was watching the scene, but it was hot to think about. With my caged cock free, I could hear the padlock hitting against the metal sheath, my balls swinging. Diego fucked me with reckless abandon, turning my ass crimson in the process.

Eventually, Diego grabbed onto my hips and  power fucked me from behind. His sweat flying onto my back. Then he reached over to grab my right shoulder keeping his left hand on my waist, and plowed inside until he let out a familiar grunt, “oh fuck, oh faggot get that nut”. And he held his long black wood inside until his release completed.

One down the throat one deep in my ass, I never know if Diego is down for 2 or 3 loads, so I was unsure what was cumming next. He pulled out, and I turned to face him then got on my knees and cleaned his cock. That gave me something to do to fill the time. I almost wanted to start grabbing my things before he got to them, but that wasn’t his plan. He pulled his dick out my mouth and smacked me upside the head. “More faggot?”, I didn’t respond, WHACK, louder “MORE FAGGOT”? I said “yes Sir, rather meekly, as if I really had a choice. He  got down so his face was less than an inch from mine. I could feel the hairs of his goatee in my nose and chin, and he spit right in my mouth, then smacked me again and said “you are such a fucking faggot, aren’t you?”, remaining right in my face. I didn’t answer, I was trembling. He answered for me, SMACK, spit, “FUCKING FAGGOT”, and he pulled me up from my knees and pushed me down on the floor. My cock  cage rubbing into the carpet was most uncomfortable.

My ass was smacked again several times and then he spit on his dick and pressed it into my pussy. His arms in push-up position at my sides, using his cum as lube, he deep drilled me rubbing up against my prostate. I was moaning from the sensations. He was grunting, I was moaning, and he took my ass, using it for what it was worth. He fed me another deep nut inside. I could feel his hot dick in my gut, and he pulled it out so quickly. His clock was fully coated with nut so I had to clean it. His cum tastes like candy to me.

I was lost in doing my cock-cleaning job that I didn’t see Diego grab my jeans. He pulled out of my mouth and ran them to his bedroom, threw them inside, and shut his bedroom door. He returned, sneered looking down at me, and said, “leave faggot, get the fuck out of my house”. I hesitated, what was I to do? I had no underwear, no pants? Just a t-shirt and jacket. He slapped me to attention, “LEAVE NOW FAGGOT”, and he opened his door, threw my shoes and jacket out into the hallway, and then he pushed my back hard into the hallway, and shut his door. I didn’t think what was happening was even real, but it very much was.

I grabbed my jacket and put it on, trying to cover my junk with it, but it wasn’t long enough. I used the t-shirt to shield my dick and I ran to my car with my ass fully exposed. When I sat on the seat, I could feel my wet hole stick to the leather. So I used my t-shirt as a cloth to put under me. All I could think is that I brought this on to myself. It’s my own fault I am sitting in my car like this. And I smiled, a big smile, and felt so good about it. I felt no hame, just blissful exhilaration.

Now running to the house from the car would prove challenging. I was a few feet from the front door when my neighbor was leaving her house. There is a bush between our front doors, and I was never happier to see it. I think I was able to have a small conversation without her seeing a thing. As she walked down the path to her car, I ran into my house.

Diego never texts me when we’re through, at least never before. About 30 min after returning home, I got one message “you fucking faggot”, and I wrote back “yes Sir”.

I heard from my key holder that he was returning home in a few days. I couldn’t wait to see him, if only to be unlocked for a future session with Diego!