In this day and age of the internet, it seems surprising that such an old fashioned way of hooking up with guys would work so well. A small cabana bathroom by the beach I go to seemed to have a lot of traffic. It seemed a little dangerous for my liking... I'm not into getting arrested for dick, but there were some really hot dudes going in and out of there. It seemed like it had a reputation for hook-ups. so I gave an very old tried and true method of getting the word out. I put my number and a small message up on the bathroom stall. DIRTY FAGGOT WILL SWALLOW YOUR FAT DICK AND HOT LOAD... 123-456-7890.
Short and too the point. I didn't really know if I would get any calls at all. I went home after leaving my message on a Friday afternoon to see how or if it would work.
I soon had my answer on Saturday about 2 on the afternoon.
Ring... "Hello'"
"yeah, is this the dirty faggot who swallows dick?" he said in a really hot deep voice.
Even though I was kind expecting some kind of call, it sort of startled me."
"Yes," I said, "That's me."
"I don't want any games, faggot. I want to come over and find you on your knees, naked with your cunt mouth open for my cock." he said, "And you better be telling the truth about being to swallow cock, cuz I'm going to fuck your throat no matter how much you gag, and I'm going to pump a wad of jizz down your faggot throat."
"I'm ready now," I said, and gave him directions to my house and told him the side door would be open and to come in and fuck my throat.
I was naked in the mud room of my house, on my knees with a stiff cock and a watering mouth when I heard a car pull up in the drive way. I heard his car door open and shut and his footsteps to my side door. He opened the door and came in, shutting the door behind him. He had a bald head a beefy hairy body with a big stache. He dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them as he looked me over. His cock was growing fatter and longer by the second as he walked over and tilted my head back with his big meaty hands. He leaned over and spit in my mouth. He took two fat fingers and probbed my mouth and throat with them. His thick fat dick was now full on hard and throbbing as he aimed it at my mouth and buried in my throat with one thrust. His egg sized nuts hung out of my mouth as I started to milk his meat with my throat muscles. He seemed to like that. "So, you weren't bullshitting, you are a dirty deep-throat faggot." I mumbbled my agreement as he started pumping the back of my throat then pulling all the way out before stuffing it deep down again.
My slobber started to run out the corners of my mouth and down my chest as he continued face-fucking me, holding my head like a mellon as he plunged in and out of my sloppy cunt-mouth. He started calling me mouth-fuck and faggot-face as his rhythm increased in speed. He was laughing at me and spitting at my mouth inbetween thrusts. "Take my dick, you dirty pussy-mouthed faggot," he said as he plowed my throat deep. I was covered in spit and slobber, gasping for any air I could get and tears streaming out of my eyes as he made an abrupt stop with his cock buried all the way down in my throat. He held it there for what seemed to be a very long time ad he told me to keep milking his fat throbbing dick with my throat muscles. "Milk my dick, Faggot, keep miking it with your cunt-throat... I'm going to pump your hole full of jizz... milk it, milk it, ahhh ahhh, swallow it all, here comes dinner you cocksucking cunt.... I could feel his cock start to pulse over and over as he gushed load after load of thick jizz down my throat... I could feel every pulse of his explosion... about 12 in all as they tapped off, he groaned his approval. He pulled his long dick out and squeezed out the last few drops onto my tongue and slapped my mouth and face with his now floppy wet meat. He walked to his shorts and slipped them on as he looked back at me covered in sweat, and spit and cum. He laughed and told me to be ready for him the next time he wants to fuck a faggot mouth. "I may send some of my big dicked buddies over for you to service too, or I may come over with a few next time. I wiped my chin with my arm and told him to come back anytime he wanted. "My mouth is always open for you."
I have this story with pics at
http://gargman.blogspot.com/2009/08/swallower.html
Short and too the point. I didn't really know if I would get any calls at all. I went home after leaving my message on a Friday afternoon to see how or if it would work.
I soon had my answer on Saturday about 2 on the afternoon.
Ring... "Hello'"
"yeah, is this the dirty faggot who swallows dick?" he said in a really hot deep voice.
Even though I was kind expecting some kind of call, it sort of startled me."
"Yes," I said, "That's me."
"I don't want any games, faggot. I want to come over and find you on your knees, naked with your cunt mouth open for my cock." he said, "And you better be telling the truth about being to swallow cock, cuz I'm going to fuck your throat no matter how much you gag, and I'm going to pump a wad of jizz down your faggot throat."
"I'm ready now," I said, and gave him directions to my house and told him the side door would be open and to come in and fuck my throat.
I was naked in the mud room of my house, on my knees with a stiff cock and a watering mouth when I heard a car pull up in the drive way. I heard his car door open and shut and his footsteps to my side door. He opened the door and came in, shutting the door behind him. He had a bald head a beefy hairy body with a big stache. He dropped his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them as he looked me over. His cock was growing fatter and longer by the second as he walked over and tilted my head back with his big meaty hands. He leaned over and spit in my mouth. He took two fat fingers and probbed my mouth and throat with them. His thick fat dick was now full on hard and throbbing as he aimed it at my mouth and buried in my throat with one thrust. His egg sized nuts hung out of my mouth as I started to milk his meat with my throat muscles. He seemed to like that. "So, you weren't bullshitting, you are a dirty deep-throat faggot." I mumbbled my agreement as he started pumping the back of my throat then pulling all the way out before stuffing it deep down again.
My slobber started to run out the corners of my mouth and down my chest as he continued face-fucking me, holding my head like a mellon as he plunged in and out of my sloppy cunt-mouth. He started calling me mouth-fuck and faggot-face as his rhythm increased in speed. He was laughing at me and spitting at my mouth inbetween thrusts. "Take my dick, you dirty pussy-mouthed faggot," he said as he plowed my throat deep. I was covered in spit and slobber, gasping for any air I could get and tears streaming out of my eyes as he made an abrupt stop with his cock buried all the way down in my throat. He held it there for what seemed to be a very long time ad he told me to keep milking his fat throbbing dick with my throat muscles. "Milk my dick, Faggot, keep miking it with your cunt-throat... I'm going to pump your hole full of jizz... milk it, milk it, ahhh ahhh, swallow it all, here comes dinner you cocksucking cunt.... I could feel his cock start to pulse over and over as he gushed load after load of thick jizz down my throat... I could feel every pulse of his explosion... about 12 in all as they tapped off, he groaned his approval. He pulled his long dick out and squeezed out the last few drops onto my tongue and slapped my mouth and face with his now floppy wet meat. He walked to his shorts and slipped them on as he looked back at me covered in sweat, and spit and cum. He laughed and told me to be ready for him the next time he wants to fuck a faggot mouth. "I may send some of my big dicked buddies over for you to service too, or I may come over with a few next time. I wiped my chin with my arm and told him to come back anytime he wanted. "My mouth is always open for you."
I have this story with pics at
http://gargman.blogspot.com/2009/08/swallower.html
