Diego

A day after our last session, I received another text from Diego. This is now the third day in a row. This was one was different that’s the others. It provided me with an address, followed by “6:00 faggot be there”. I replied as usual, “k”.

I was intrigued for sure. I assumed I’d be meeting Diego at his buddy’s place. That excited me! I wondered if I’d get to see him/them this time, or would I be hooded? My ass twitched uncontrollably. I dared not ask Diego, I decided to roll with it.

I went home after work and ensured everything was cleaned, any necessary trimming was tended to, etc. I threw on the leather harness and black PUMP! jock. This one was very tight around the cage, holding my junk very securely.

I took off for this new location, and as it turned out, was in walkable distance from Diego’s. I did not walk in, as this was the first time I had been there and didn’t want to be too disrespectful, so I knocked on the door. I heard a deep voice say, “it’s open faggot”, definitely not Diego’s voice!

I walked in and found a man older than Diego, probably mid to upper 40’s. He was thick, like muscle thick not overweight. Bald, grey goatee, wearing a white wifebeater and short blue shorts, no socks. His biceps looked like they could crush me. Tattoos on his thighs, his arms, and under his shirt. He was standing in his living room looking me over with a mean glower. I became very nervous, no sign of Diego, just this man.

He said, “I heard you’re a good cocksucker faggot, get over here and show me”. I started to undress, and he said, “get the fuck over here faggot, no need for that”. I walked over apprehensively, but then he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards him, and then pushed me down to my knees.

He pulled down his shorts and out came an anaconda. It was at least 10”, fairly thick, huge bull balls, his cock was almost purple. I thought to myself, holy shit, how am I going to do this? Timidly, I began to lick his crown, and lick up and down his shaft, lick his balls. Licking is NOT what he wanted. He lifted my head from his balls and said “open bitch”, and he shoved his cock down my throat. It took some time for me to open my throat to adjust. I think I was still processing this surprise and what was happening. This was new...

He grabbed my hair and pulled on it as he fucked my throat vigorously. I placed my hands on my knees and leaned forward, opening as wide as I could to accept this huge monster. This stud said “fucking faggot cocksucker, take this big dick”. I began drooling, sputtering, choking, gurgling, breathing hard through my nose, leaning more forward and grabbing by onto his ass to get more of my throat inside until my nose met his thick black curly pubes and his black silky shaved balls hit my chin. I had done it, stretched my throat wide than I ever thought I could and conquered this huge snake of a dick.

He said, “yeah, that’s it faggot, get in that dick”. He rocked his hips slowly in and out, sliding his shaft through my throat, pulling almost all the way out and back down all the way in. This was not going to be an easy blow-n-go, I was going to earn it. The nameless bull pushed my head back and forth on his dick, and I closed my eyes and felt the sensation last of this thick dick taking over my mouth. I could feel the veins, the texture, the hardness, all of it entrancing me under a cock-spell!

I owned the persona of being a cocksucking faggot, and I wanted to prove it and show him. Also, I wanted Diego to be proud of me, proud of how I took good care of his friend. With renewed vigor, I once again grabbed onto his beefy, hairy ass, and pushed my throat all the way down, and quickened my pace, wrapping my lips firmly around to get the most suction. I used my tongue to flick the underside of his crown. That seemed to work as he said “oh faggot yes, keep doing that”. I found what worked, and continued to do it.

His breathing became more evident, his ass muscles and legs tensed up, I was so turned in to feel it, and then he grabbed onto my head again with tightened muscles, standing on his tippy-toes, he howled from deep in his gut “I’m cumming faggot, take that cum cocksucker”. And I did so very willingly. I felt his cock strongly twitching in my throat, unleashing a torrent of hot, creamy seed, right down my gullet. I was moaning loudly, wanting and accepting it, needing it to feel complete.

When he came down back on to the heels of his feet, and his grunting turned to light moaning, and his breathing became more controlled, he pulled away from my mouth. I was sucking tightly, not wanting to let go. But I was no match for him. He pulled away, and pulled up his shorts. He looked down at me, and said very flatly, “you can leave now faggot. I’m done wich you”.

So I rose up, put on my jacket, and left. While I very much enjoyed being of service, I left a little disappointed from a few things. For one, I was hoping to have that huge dick take my ass, and secondly, in my fantasy, there was going to be a three way, and I was going to be the lucky bottom. I guess I am always a greedy faggot, always wanting more, always hoping for more.   I guess that’s what happens when you assume anything, right?