Hey Fag!

The day after I was fucked by the married Middle-Eastern man there was a knock on my front door around 11am on a Sunday. I wasn’t expecting anyone.  I was lounging around the condo shirtless and shorts just drinking coffee and reading a book.

I opened the door and a very good looking Middle-Eastern man appeared. I noticed a gold band on his left hand immediately and the whitest teeth smiling at me. He was an inch or so shorter than me, mid-30’s, stocky build, in a tan t-shirt and light blue shorts and sandals. His hair was dark, his thick beard darker and his arms and legs were covered in dark swirls of hair.

”Can I help you?” I asked the stranger.

He had a fairly thick accent. 

“My friend told me to come here. Said you suck this”, grabbing his ample bulge. 

“What? I don’t think so.”

”Please. I beg you. You suck me, please.”

I must have a soft spot for good looking Arabic married men.

”Alright, come in then.”

I brought him inside and had him sit on the chair in my living room. 

He was anxious to get this going so he pulled down his shorts and shucked his shirt. Seeing him without a shirt on was very hot. His t-shirt hid a body-builder type chest, covered in the most dense chest hair. His dark nipples were nickel sized and standing erect at each pectoral. I leaned forward to flick his right nipple with my tongue while pinching the other.

The beast of a man moaned out as I clearly found a pleasure spot. I continued to chew, lightly bite, and tease both nipples before he threw his hands back and let me sniff and lick each pit. I was getting high from his scent and fumes. 

I kissed and licked my way down to his treasure trail and my face was soon entangled in a thicket of pubes. I licked down further and much to my surprise, this man was sporting at least a 10 inch cock. It was thicker than a beer can! It was throbbing and purple. The piss slit stared at me and I stared back.”

”Fag, you suck it now, yes?”

His English may not be great, but he knew the word “fag” applied to me. I imagined his friend teaching him that word and laughed a little inside.

”Yes, I suck it now”

I took the spongy head into my mouth and used my tongue all around it. The taste of piss and pre-cum filling my taste buds. I wrapped my right hand around the base and discovered I couldn’t fit it in my grip. I then let some of my spit drip down the mighty shaft and began to suck and jerk and the same time. I successfully swallowed about 6”, but he was just too thick for me to deep throat down to the base. I attempted several times to make it work, choking and gagging. My eyes became red and teary, the fluid spilling out of me copiously and down his baseball bat of a dick.

i was so enraptured by his shaft I haven’t even noticed his mandarin orange sized balls. They were shaved smooth, which was interesting. I opened my mouth wide to take one and then the other into my mouth and washed them with my tongue while continuing to stroke his meat.

I went back up his shaft once again with renewed vigor, now stroking with two fists and just the head of his cock in my mouth. Fuck man, what a happy morning this was turning out to be. I slapped my face with his cock, rubbed its length across my bearded face. I was mesmerized and falling in lust with this big massive married cock.

”You want I fuck you?” 

I hadn’t had a cock that large in a long time, but I have taken fists bigger than that, so I was down.

”Yes, ok. I’ll be right back.”

I went and grabbed a towel, poppers, and lube. I placed the towel on the floor and got onto my hands and knees. I inhaled the poppers deeply and raised my ass up, arching my back.

The married man poured lube onto his own cock and lined it up with my backside. I took another hit and rested the head of his thick cock right at my back entrance. When the sensation of the poppers kicked in, I backed my pussy ring up and felt that thick meat bust through me. My hole twitched as I waited a few seconds. More poppers and I managed to slide more of him inside me.

Soon enough, my ass cheeks were up against those hairy thighs and I bottomed out. I inhaled more poppers and slowly I was bouncing my ass up and back, riding that thick dick for all it was worth.  My hole was hungry, I needed something more inside me.

I pulled off this cock and flipped onto my back, grabbing a pillow from the sofa for my head. I took more poppers, and then I grabbed those big balls. I was able to push one of them inside me, more lube, more poppers, and then I pushed in the other ball. My pussy felt full at least. I squeezed my ass down to grip those balls and I pulled my thighs back. My ass was riding those bull balls and the sensation was incredible for both of us.

Soon, he carefully pulled his balls from my ass one at a time. The first one felt like a “pop”, which was exciting. Then I held my legs back by the ankles and he sank his shaft back inside me, all the way in. My hole was especially loose that morning. I was surprised as the married man pushed one of his balls inside me and then the other, now I had his cock and balls inside my rectum at the same time. I’d only done this once before when having a piss enema.

My top was moaning wildly with every thrust. The stretch was wonderful. I huffed away on the poppers and offered some to my new stranger. I think he took a little too much because all the sudden this bear of a man let loose. He began to thrust harder and even deeper, his balls squeezed into my rectum. When he rutted and blasted my insides with his manjuice he heaved heavily, and let out a wild scream. 

After collapsing on top of me, I began to stroke his back and massage his scalp. He lay on my shoulder breathing deeply as I caressed him. After a few minutes, one of his balls popped out, and moments later, the other one followed. Then his cock began to slowly slip out of me, too.

When he finally rose up, I sucked his sick clean. I showed him the shower and didn’t offer to take it with him. He rinsed and toweled off, and then it was time to go. 

After he left, I stuffed my hole with a butt plug. My downstairs neighbor sent me a text. 

“was that his brother?”

”not sure, said his friend”

”did you know he was coming?”

”No, not at all. He just knocked on my door and before you say anything, I know I was crazy to let him in. But that was amazing.”

I told Franc, my neighbor, about getting fucked by two billiard balls and a thick cock all at once and how I had a butt plug up my bumhole.

Franc came upstairs to hang out for a bit and said my condo smelled like a sex club with the aroma of poppers very strongly noticed.  I showed the source, a bottle of Iron Fist, and he laughed.

We drank some beers  and swapped gay stories of the magical encounters we’ve had. Franc is always so much fun. It’s too bad we both want the same thing, otherwise I’m sure we’d have fucked by now.