Diego

“Yo faggot” the text read. It almost startled me as I hadn’t been receiving messages from Diego in almost a month. I hesitated for a second before images of his alluring cock flashed through my mind, and I wrote back, “yes”.

“8”.  I knew what that meant, he wanted me there by 8:00pm. I replied, “Ok”.

The rest of the day seemed to go slower after that short text exchange. With so few words so much was communicated. One thing I didn’t have to worry about was leaving work early.

I raced home as quick as I could and just before 6:00pm, I began my clean out process. I wanted to be nothing less than pristine for Diego. Once I felt satisfied I was ready for Diego’s deep fucking, I put on a red Gym jockstrap with 3” waistband. My locked cock always feels snug in that brand and my ass is nicely framed. Knowing I wouldn’t be wearing any clothes very long and it was very warm and muggy, I chose to go shirtless and a pair of short gym shorts.

I expected Diego to be waiting me for me outside as it was now dark enough for a fuck in the woods. That was not the case at all. I walked into his building and down the hall, and opened the third door on the left. There was Diego sitting in the chair in his living room, shirtless, shorts around his ankles stroking his cock to straight porn. No light in the room but the illumination of the television. His cock standing at a glorious 9.5” full erect and throbbing.

Excitedly, I chucked my shorts and practically ran to kneel between his spread legs. With my right hand a was ready to grab his cock and he slapped my hand away. Then he looked down at me like I was his worst enemy, and a big wad of spit splattered on my face. This was followed by a few slaps across the face. My left cheek stinging from his blows.

Then he held his cock and barked, “suck faggot”, and he pushed his cock into my mouth. Without warning, my head was pushed all the way down to his plum sized smooth balls and the wind was knocked out of me. He grabbed onto my head with both hands and bobbed me up and down, the huge cock head expanding the walls of my throat. My eyes began to water and slobber was pouring out of my mouth. I knew what I was getting myself into. This is what I came for. I craved Diego’s nasty abuse.

Diego stood up and continued his skull fuck. Holding my head in a tight vice grip, he began to thrust his cock, from tip to base, making me feel all 9.5” slick down my gullet. He went slow at first, and I began to choke. That didn’t go well for me. I was slapped again causing the sting of my left cheek to feel more intense. “Open that throat faggot”, he commanded.  I began to breathe through my nose, and Diego picked up his pace, and soon he unleashed a torrent of cum inside me. My face was an absolute mess. When he threw my face off of him I grabbed o to my throat and began to breathe deeply trying to regain my composure. I had forgotten just how brutal Diego’s throat fucking can be and I imaging I’d have a hoarse voice the next day.

He was still standing there very erect and far from finished. His arms crossed by his powerful tatted chest. I was on my knees looking at him in awe and feeling pathetic. Once again that angry scowl appeared on his face. He reached over, slapped my right cheek twice , then grabbed me by the neck and threw me over the chair. He slapped my ass a few times, spit into my crack, found my anus and pushed his 9.5 inches in me down to the balls. I cried out loudly, “Ooooohhhh fuuuucccckkk”! The slapped my ass and screamed down at me, “shut the fuck up faggot and take this dick”.

Another hard ass slap the crack of my flesh resonating in the room, and with the same force as when he held my head, he grabbed onto my waist and the savage fuck began. Diego’s cock reaches places only a fist had reached before, and his fuck strokes are long, the are extremely forceful and build in speed with each passing second. Diego’s stamina is unparalleled. Once he blows his first load down my throat, he can fuck forever without coming close to orgasm. When he does this, I know he is using my hole to get himself off, i have a purpose and that is to be his cum receptacle when he chooses to blow his load. Diego’s sweat is flying off his body and spraying all over my back. We’ve been going at it for well over 30 minutes.  

Abruptly, Diego pulls out of my ass and I turn my head and I see him pointing at his dick. I jump off the chair and kneel on the floor, open my mouth, and he begins to fuck my throat again. He doesn’t normally do ass to mouth, but I’m game, not like I had much choice in the matter. I hungrily gobble down on his massive angry tool. Another 10 minutes of debasing my throat, and he pulls me up by the throat again and back over the chair.

His rigid cock finds my gaping hole and he begins to angrily fuck me. My ass is on fire from this fuck and I can’t stay quiet and neither can he. We sounded like two animals, his grunting hard and finally he dumps his load in me. His cum flies inside me shooting off like a missile! I’m panting, “holy fuck, holy fuck”, the vibration of his forceful orgasm sends tingles throughout my body. I’d been bred by the beast I thought to myself.

Diego pulled out and there was so much cum it began to pour out of my cavernous asshole. Diego’s eyes met mine. He scowled and walked over to my shorts and threw them into the hallway. Then he walked over to me, grabbed me by the arm and pushed me out the door, “get out you fucking faggot!” He yelled. I picked up my shorts and pulled them on. 

I drove home in a trance. I loved every second and hoped Diego would fuck me again sometime soon. I’m so glad he’s back!