Diego

First time with Diego

I had a profile on A4A which was a pic of my ass and a pic of my locked cock. My profile read I’m 47, 6’, 165, 30” waist, clean shaven white guy, very submissive seeking dom tops. Diego sent me a message that immediately caught my attention, “yo faggot, what up”, and from there, we agreed  to meet that evening at his place. Throughout the very short message exchange I concluded he is a man of few words, seems to enjoy referring to me as “faggot”, as he never asked for my name, and I seemed to enjoy him doing it. My cock was straining in its cage!

So, I came home from work and cleaned out and cleaned up for Diego. I wanted to impress him on our first meeting. I wore a black and white Cell Block jockstrap and leather harness, and I grabbed a bottle of poppers, threw on some jeans and a hoodie and I was out the door. I arrived at our agreed upon time.

I knocked on his door and he said “get in here, faggot”, and I did. I looked over and saw him sitting on his chair, wearing a wifebeater, naked from the waist down, stroking his very hard dick, watching some porn. He had tattoos lined up and down his arms, and one peaking out of his wifebeater on his pec. He looked at me with a look of disgust as I stripped. He then said, “get over here, faggot”, and I kneeled before him. Then came “open yo mouth, faggot”, and I did and I tried to take as much of that big dick I could get down my throat. I wasn’t expecting him to push my head down on it until my nose was in his pubes, but he did, and he started to buck up into my throat. I began to choke. Then he let go of my head and I lifted up to breathe.

He slapped me hard across the face and then spit in my face, and screamed “take that dick, faggot”, then he stood up, grabbed my head slapped me again and said, “open up”, he once again skull-fucked my throat. My hands were flailing, I was trying to come up for air to escape, but the more I resisted the harder he held onto my head. I lost track of time as my throat was being raped. He let go of my head, and I pulled away. My saliva was everywhere, dripping down my face, chin, chest. My eyes were watered, I felt like a wreck, but my dick was trying to get hard in the cage.

Diego grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the wall and made me sit with my back against the wall. With my head also flush against the wall, Diego looked down at me with another angry scowl as he bitch slapped me and spit on me, then he yelled, “open up, faggot”, and I did. He held onto the wall with his hands, I could see his dark pits when I looked up, and he again fucked my throat. I tried to relax, and that seemed to work as I was able to figure out a good breathing pattern. I grabbed onto his ass and felt his ass flex as his pumped, and I felt that familiar swelling of his cock before he emptied his load, rope after rope, down my throat. I sucked  off every drop that a hungry little faggot.

His cock was still unbelievably hard as he pulled away. And without any hesitation, he pulled me up from the floor and pushed me over the chair and had me ass up. Luckily, I grabbed the poppers as they were in reach, and tried to sneak in some hits. Not paying any mind to me, he spanked my ass very hard than he spit into my crack, and pushed in. Holy crap, it felt like I was being torn up. My hole was on fire. I had to take more poppers before I was able to enjoy it. He grabbed onto my hips and begin to piston fuck me. I was yelping very loudly, and he smacked my ass and said “shut up, faggot!”, and I shoved my fist in my mouth and bit down trying to control the noise. He fucked me hard, deep, and long, the boy had stamina. It was an angry fuck, it felt like he had a bad day and his release was my asshole. I felt like I was bent over that chair for an eternity,  it it was only 40 minutes, before he grunted and fucked that nut into my guts.

He pulled out and I spun around to clean off his dick with my mouth, which he let me do for only a min before he pulled away. He stepped towards my clothes and threw my shoes at me and said “get the fuck out of my house you faggot”, and I quickly dressed as he literally kicked me out the door.

I ran to my car. My heart was beating out of my chest very fast. That experience gave me such a rush. If my cock wasn’t locked up, I’m sure I would’ve cum on his chair! As I drove home I felt his load dribble out my hole. When I did get home, I ran into the house because I didn’t want to explain the stain in the back of my jeans. I ran to my bedroom and saw the actual stain, it was huge. I took off my jeans and like a real and true faggot, I sucked and licked  on them to taste Diego’s load.

I have seen Diego at least 20+ times since that first session about 3 months ago. I hope to write more about these sessions if there is interest to read about them.