Tag: nsfw

When Steve dropped his shorts and forced me to my knees, my focus was reduced to the massive cock resting against my lips. I could not think of anything else. As I parted my lips and let his meat inside of me, I felt complete for the first time. Running my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I could feel the veins on his cock, the the taste of his precum overwhelmed my senses. He smelled of Irish Spring, ball sweat and testosterone, like a man. I started sucking with all of my might. bobbing my head up and down, pressing my nose into the tattoo over his crotch. I worked on pleasuring him for about twenty minutes, before my jaw started to get tired. I reached up and grabbed the base of his cock with my left hand and pulled back to give my mouth a quick rest, before working Steve to completion.

This brief respite also allowed my focus to relax. I was able take in my surroundings for the first time since becoming the world’s newest cocksucker. It was at this moment I remembered that Steve and I were not alone in the room. Looking over at the couch, I saw the stunned and astonished looks on the faces of my friends. James, Tim and Neil had all just watched Steve take my mouth for the first time. I watched them, watching me, fag out on our buddies dick. I knew that my life had just changed in a big way. These guys had been my friends since kindergarten and now they were seeing me give Steve a blow job. They looked like they were disgusted by what I was doing, I knew I had lost any respect I had with them. I also noticed, however, that all three of them were sporting wood. Their basketball shorts were tented in a big way.

It was at this moment that Steve’s patience ran out. He put his hands on either side of my head and pulled me deep onto his meat. My focus was bought immediately back where it belonged, on the man I was servicing. He had decided he needed to take charge and show his cocksucker, me, how to deep throat him properly. He no longer wanted me to suck him. My role now was simply to be a warm, wet hole for him to pound. The only thing he required of me was to cover my teeth and control my gag reflex while he punched his meat in and out of my throat. He spun me around and put my head against the wall, removing my ability to pull back off his cock. Once he had me where he wanted me, he decided to put on a show for the guys. He started to use my face hard.  He was not just getting a knob job, he was skull fucking me. Treating my no longer virgin mouth like you would a cunt. My jaw was sore, my tee shirt was covered in drool and spit and I felt like a slut, letting a man use me solely for his pleasure. Even though being used by Steve felt somehow right, it was embarrassing to have it happen in full view of my friends. For a few seconds my mind wandered to what my “friends” must think of me at this moment, but that thought quickly went away as Steve started to unload in my mouth. i felt the first shots of cum splash on the back of my throat, the force was impressive.  It kept coming, quickly filling my mouth, forcing me to swallow it keep from drowning in Steve’s seed. He pulled out and pumped his last couple of shots onto my face, marking me as his bitch.

As Steve stepped back, I slowly turned my head and looked at my “friends” on the couch. They were obviously appalled by the sight of my red, tear and spit stained face covered in Steve’s fresh jizz, but they were also aroused by the thought of a easy way to bust a nut. Like most guys, the need to get off was more important than any other considerations.  

Tim took the lead, standing up and dropping his shorts. His rock hard cock was pointed straight at me. As he pushed his dick into me I heard him say “Fucking faggot” under his breath. I knew at that moment that I was no longer his friend, now I was just a hole to be used.

Damn, your cunt is all wet and sloppy. It feels like I am pushing my cock into about a gallon of other guy’s warm jizz loads.

How many guys have already busted a nut in you tonight?

Do you even know the men who stick their dicks in you, or will you just spread your legs for any horny dude with a hard cock?

I can’t believe we used to be friends. You are nothing but a cum dump. 

I love watching a first time cocksucker take on more than they can handle. It’s fun seeing them struggle to take all of my thick meat into their throat. The gagging, the inability to breath, the effort to keep from drooling all over themselves. It gets me even harder to see them do everything they can to satisfy me, and fail.  

Then I take over and show them how it is done.  I put their head against a hard surface and force all ten inches deep into them.  The look on their face as they see, close up, the full length of my sausage, sliding into their face is priceless. It makes the fag realize that nothing is more important than serving me, not even breathing.  

Cumming in them as they choke on my cock feels amazing. So even if their skills are not good, and their mouth and throat are too small (in the beginning, anyway) I still have a good time.

He would find a fag online and chat him up.  It would not take long before the fag would want to meet up. Usually it would happen just after he sent a picture of his massive white trash cock to the fag.  

He would then set up a meeting at the rest stop on the highway. It was public enough for the fag to feel secure in meeting him at 2:00am, when no one else is around. He found that the toilets were the perfect setting for the first time he used a new faggot.  It subliminally put the faggot in his place. The squalor of it, the smell of urine, the possibility of another man walking in on them, all of it heightened the sense of danger and dirtiness. The fag was there to serve him as a warm hole to fuck, nothing more.  This was not a date, it was not romantic. It was a hook up for the purpose of draining his balls.

He liked putting the fag on his knees on the stained tile floor, making him suck his cock out in the open, where anyone could walk in and catch them.  Then he would make the fag crawl into a stall and bend over a toilet. At which point he would punch his spit lubed cock into its cunt, listening to its screams echoing off the tile walls. It was such a turn on. From that point forward the fag would always associate public toilets with getting his hole pounded.  Every time the fag walked into a men’s room and smelled the disinfectant and piss, it would get a hard on.

And if, by chance, another man would enter the room while he was plowing the fag’s ass open, he was happy to share.  He would adjust the position of the fag, so that his face was pressed up against the glory hole in the partition between the last two stalls. The fag would have no choice but to open his mouth and take the strangers cock inside, getting spit roasted by two anonymous cocks. 

He would fuck him hard, and after around forty five minutes, he would dump his load of creamy baby makers up into that fag’s now stretched out and loosened cunt. Once he completed his breeding of the fag’s hole, he would force the fag to clean his cock off, zip up and walk out, leaving the fag on the dirty tile floor covered in jizz.

Nine times out of ten, he would receive a text from the fag before he got home, thanking him for the fuck and asking if they could get together again in the near future. It was always the same, the worse you treated the fag, the more likely it was to ask for more.