Hey Fag!

There I was at the grocery store picking up a few things waiting on the check out line when I looked over and saw a very familiar face. It took me a few seconds to remember he was the mid-30’s, hairy, married, Middle-Eastern guy with the big dick that I sucked off in the parking lot about two years ago. Images of this encounter flashed through my mind and I needed some prompting to self-check out at the next available register.

I became incredibly anxious when I was placed at the register next to this man. He’d spotted me as a cocksucker the second he laid eyes on me back then. My attire certainly did lean into that perception two years ago and the same was true two years later. A “Make America Gay Again” tank top and khaki shorts left no question of my sexuality for anyone. 

I wasn’t sure how to play it this time around. He was the aggressor last time we met. I tried my hardest to mind my business but an apple rolled out of the plastic bag and landed right next to his left foot.

i bent over to pick it up, “sorry, excuse me”, I said meekly.

When I was upright his eyes met mine and a look of disdain began forming on his face, his mouth curled, the death stare.

”Hey fag! I remember you!”

Then he leaned closer and said, “I’ll wait for you outside”.  His breath smelled of cigarettes. 

I thought to myself, “Oh shit!” Is he gonna punch me or something?”, he looked quite angry.

As I paid for my groceries and walked out there he was leaning against his truck. The only difference in his appearance from two years ago was some gray hairs on his predominantly jet black head and some silver strays in his now thicker beard. He looked sexy, I’ll admit.

As I walked to my car he began to walk towards me. When I opened the trunk to place the two bags inside, he grabbed me by the wrist.

”You live nearby, faggot?”

”Yes Sir, about a half a mile up the road. Why, don’t you need to get home to your wife?”

“My wife is none of your business, bitch.”

His grip on my wrist grew tighter and I knew then not to fuel his anger again.

”I need to get off. She don’t put out anymore.”

Of course this poor man was so upset, he had a severe case of blue balls. 

“Yeah, ok, follow me. I’m five minutes away.”

He jumped in his truck and we made our way to my place.

We didn’t say much as we walked up to my condo. However, my nosy downstairs neighbor did see us and smirked. He was also a faggot like me and knew what was going on. 

“This place full of fags or something?”, my trick asked.

”Yeah, there’s a lot of gays living here.”

I opened the door, set the bags on the table and asked him if he wanted a drink.

”Nah man. I just wanna get off.”

I had him sit on the recliner in the living room. He removed his shirt and I got yo see his heaving, thick, hairy chest on all its glory. Like his face and head, some silver strays as well. He must hit the gym regularly, nice developed chest and arms. I could barely make out his dark nipples as the were hidden by the density of his thick hair. Then we pulled his basketball shorts down to his ankles and I noticed his black Hanes boxer briefs. What a straight man’s choice of underwear I thought. 

His 7.5 inches were slightly chubbed already. I  knelt between his spread thighs, planted a hand on each one of them and lowered my face into his crotch. The beautiful smell of MAN hit my nostrils hard. The sweat, the musk, oh lord, my own locked dick jumped in its cage. I inhaled deeply several times wishing I could bottle his scent up to have available at any time. 

The man was in a rush and was not pleased with any delay in getting my lips wrapped around his stiffy. 

“Come on, open ya mouth, fag!”, he barked.

I did and flattened my tongue as I pushed my face all the way down his hardening shaft. When my nose and chin hit bottom, I stayed there breathing through my nose. I looked up, his eyes closed, his hands clasped behind his head. 

i don’t know what came over me, but seeing those ripe pits exposed, there and ready for the taking, I couldn’t miss the opportunity. I lifted my head from that cock and pushed my nose into his left pit. I swiped a tuft of hair over my tongue.

”What the fuck are you doing? Get back on my dick!”

He pushed the back of my head away from his pit and used both hands to place me back onto his manmeat. Then he stood up and didn’t release my head and began to thrust down my throat. My hands grabbed onto his hairy globes and felt them flex as he used my face like a pocket pussy.

Spittle began pouring down my bearded chin and onto the floor. He was relentless, one hand on top of my head, the other my neck and he just continued to pound. His hairy balls slapped my chin over and over again.

I could feel his cock stiffen down my throat and thought he was gonna make me swallow his babies but instead he pushed my head away so hard I almost fell back.

”Let me see that fuck hole, fag!”

”Yessir!”
 
I picked myself up from the floor, stood up, pulled my shorts off revealing a skimpy pink Hero jockstrap. Its pouch kept my cage secure so it’s one of my favorites.

”Fuck! Let me see that cage, bitch!”

I pulled the fabric to the side so he could see the shiny metal cage and lock.

”Fucking sissy! Turn around and bend over that chair. Gonna fuck that pussy!”

His cock was still very wet from my own throat juices but I wasn’t taking any chances. I scurried to my bedroom to grab the lube and rubbed some onto his now glistening, angry, purple shaft and assumed the  position.

He was in my ass lickety-split, pushing right past my ring down to the hilt. It burned a little and I let out “oooohhhhh”.

”Shut the fuck up, slut!”, and he swatted my butt with an open hand a few times. 

Then this man began to use the muscles in his legs and a slow fuck turned into a wild thrusting like a locomotive engine. He was tearing up my poor pussy like a crazed caveman. He grabbed hold of my hips and used his hard cock from tip to base to churn up my guts until he let out a beastly roar and filled me with his swimmers. I imagined his cum as an expression of his virility and if I did have a uterus, I knew I’d be expecting in nine months time. 

His chest fell into my back as his cock rested inside me. He was so sweaty, and smelly, and hairy, and I loved it! Once his cock softened and fell out I tightened my asshole as I don’t want any spillage. I wanted to keep his essence inside me all day. I turned around and made sure to clean his cock with my mouth and tongue.

I’m sure as I was doing this the post-orgasm, straight man’s guilt took over. He pulled away from me quickly. Pulled on his shorts, grabbed his balled shirt in his hand, keys in the other, and bolted right out the door.

After he left I checked my phone and saw a message from the downstairs neighbor. 

“lucky boy. He was hot. Sounds like he fucked you good 😁😈”

I replied, “hell yeah!”

After I put my groceries away I went downstairs for a beer with my neighbor and provided all the details of both encounters. He was jealous I was sitting on his porch with straight cum up my ass.