What I’m about to tell you happened during the pandemic—a time when I was desperate for cock and wasn’t getting any on a regular basis.
One day, I was off work and woke up around noon to a message from a guy. From the way he wrote in Portuguese, I could tell he was a foreigner. I asked him where he was from, and he told me he was Greek. Wow—I had never had a Greek cock before.
He wanted someone to come over to his place and suck him off while he worked. He was young, maybe twenty-five. He told me he was so desperate for pussy that he was willing to settle for a gay blowjob. He had seen my posts on a few websites and decided to try his luck.
Lucky for me, he lived only five minutes away.
He came across as arrogant and authoritative in his messages and told me to hurry because he was horny. What excited me the most was the photo he sent me, which I’ll include here with his face covered, of course. His cock was monstrous.
He told me to let him know when I arrived so he could open the door. All I had to do was walk into his room and suck his dick on my knees while he worked.
So that’s exactly what I did.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and called an Uber. Before long, I was at his door. It was already ajar, so I quietly walked inside, following the sound of the porn playing. It was one of those large houses in downtown Lisbon with several bedrooms rented out to different tenants.
His room was huge.
He was shirtless, wearing only loose boxer shorts, with his hard cock sticking out through the opening. He had brown wavy hair, a beard, fair skin, and a muscular body. But his cock… his cock looked like it had been carved from marble, covered in thick veins.
One computer screen displayed some kind of finance software, while another laptop was playing a porn video of a blonde getting fucked by several Black guys at the same time.
“Get on your knees, bitch. Suck it,” he ordered with a stern expression. God, he was so fucking hot.
I obeyed immediately and wrapped my lips around the head of the Greek god’s massive cock. He let out a relieved groan as my warm mouth swallowed his entire erection. He kept typing, alternating his attention between his work and the straight porn blasting from the laptop. According to what he had told me before I arrived, no one else was home.
I grabbed his thick, hairy thighs, drooled all over his cock, and let him fuck my throat with rough, jerky thrusts. He buried one large hand in my hair and began pulling my head back and forth. I gagged, making his cock wetter with every thrust.
His cock was still hanging out through the opening of his boxers, but then he pulled his balls out as well and told me to suck them.
“Lick my balls, bitch.”
I loved hearing his Portuguese with that heavy Greek accent.
I devoured his large, musky balls while he slapped my face with his hard cock.
“Take it all the way down your throat. I’m going to cum.”
I took him as deep as I could, and he began thrusting rapidly before letting out a loud moan and unloading deep into my throat. I swallowed every last drop.
We exchanged only a few words afterward, and then I left.
He said he was going to call me again, but he must have left Portugal because his WhatsApp was deactivated shortly afterward.
To this day, he’s one of the few Greek guys I’ve fucked with, and I still think about him all the time. I wish I could rewind time.
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