Hey Fag!

Even when I’m out doing daily chores I tend to dress in such a way that lets men know I’m a sub faggot always willing to service a man in need.

Wearing a wifebeater that covered only half of my rainbow splash tattoo on my left pec, anyone would notice my gayness just by looking at me. I don’t think wearing powder blue shorts so tight to exaggerate the cock cage beneath and flip flops did much to leave any doubts at all to anyone looking at me.

There I was with a basket in my hands nearby the grapes when a man wearing jeans and a dirty t-shirt came near. I saw him looking at me as he pretended to shop for apples. I looked back and our eyes met.

I was sure he was coming over towards me to punch me for even looking in his direction. I was about to drop the grapes and walk away when he grabbed my wrist.

“Hey, where you going fag!” He said sternly in an accent. I think he was Middle Eastern. I saw tufts of dark hair sprouting out of his t-shirt. He had a very thick 5 o’clock shadow and stood around 5’ 10”. Probably in his mid-30’s. He’s got a gold wedding band on his left hand.

I was so stunned I didn’t even respond.

“I saw you looking at me. You like what you see? You want my dick, cocksucker?”

My heart was racing and I wasn’t sure what to say, what to do…but I didn’t move.  I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed by the situation and being mid afternoon the store wasn’t too busy and there weren’t many people nearby to see what was happening.

Emboldened, he moved my wrist off the bag of grapes and moved it onto his jean- covered cock. I remember it being quite a handful.

His hairy hand now covered mine and he squeezed it.

“You do want my cock, don’t you? Going out in public dressed like that you make it too obvious. Drop your basket and follow me.”

Once I felt that cock meat in my hand there was no way I wasn’t going to follow him. Cock is my weakness and I never refuse one when it’s offered to me.

He walks me to the back of the parking lot to his truck with tinted windows. I jump in the passenger seat and he turns on the a/c.

I glance over to him and at this point I’ve said no words at all.  But finally I ask, “can I see it?”

“Ahhh, tell me what it is you want to see?”

“I want to see that cock, Sir!”

He pulls down his jeans and fishes his cock from his boxers. There’s a jungle of thick dark hair everywhere and a brown uncut cock that looks so thick and meaty. It’s semi-hard.

“Go on. I haven’t got all day.”

I bend over the gear shift and his pungent sweaty  musky smell hits my nostrils before I even taste him. I open my mouth and take him down to the base. He pushed my head down and holds me there, and I’m breathing through my nose now, as I begin to feel his cock rising and growing down my throat.

Damn, his cock sure is thicker than I’d imagined and probably almost 7.5”. Definitely a beer-can cock thick enough to stretch my throat. I began to give him a slow wet blow job swirling his foreskin with my tongue.

“My wife is going to wonder where I am soon. I am supposed to pick up diapers for the baby. Let’s pick this up, faggot, I gotta run and I gotta bust my but down your throat.”

He pushes my head down harder now and begins to fuck his cock up into my mouth. I reach up with my left hand under his t-shirt to feel all that sweaty fur in my fingers and I find one of his nipples and begin to squeeze, twist and turn it. That causes his cock to grow even harder and now I’m going to town on him.

Once I was balls deep, that was enough for him, and with both hands holding my down he blew a loud, long, tremendous load. I felt his entire cock jumping in my throat and volleys of hot verily cum emptied into my esophagus he grunted so loudly, I could hear the ecstasy of his physical release. The need to burst his balls was real!

After a series of at least 7-8 jolts and his dick had fully emptied, he let go of my head and I pulled up a bit and licked off the cum from all the hair that may have spilled out of my mouth.

He just about pushed me out the passenger door when he was done and said, “get out you faggot, I gotta run”.  So I left and noticed as I went back inside I was burping cum. The flavor of it stayed with me all day until I’d had a cocktail that evening.  Fuck, I was so honored to service him!