A reedited repost of any earlier story. I spent a lot of time making it better. Enjoy!
"You want me to fuck you?" He breathed in my ear. "You look like you want to get fucked."
He was fortyish, broad-shouldered, with a working man's build and a thick cock protruding eight inches from the fly of his jeans. The cock, which had a large, purple head and a fleshy cowl of foreskin, was glistening with my saliva. For the last ten minutes, I had been on my knees in the cramped rear booth of a downtown porn shop, with this incredible cock sliding between my lips and repeatedly lodging in the back of my throat, as this guy mercilessly face-fucked me.
I hadn't even unbuttoned my own jeans. I had spotted this guy, with the door ajar to his booth, lazily wanking his semi-soft cock. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled and kicked the door open, and waved his long rope of a cock invitingly in my direction. With each swing, it had quickly stiffened, reaching its full length rapidly. That was all the encouragement I needed, and as I stepped into his booth and closed the door behind me, I almost by instinct dropped to my knees and began to hungrily kiss and suck the suddenly rock-hard stick of flesh. It was not easy to get my mouth around its ample girth. It was thicker than an oversized sausage, and had a big vein running down the middle of it, with a bulbous, shiny head surrounded by a collar of foreskin which so silky and sweet as it rubbed my lips with each pump of my head.
At first, he had been stoic as I went to work on his bare dick, staring ahead at the leather porn scene he was watching, showing me no appreciation, as I was a whore he had paid for, and he had expected me to come in and service him. But as I began to gorge myself on his meaty cock, he shoved it deep into my throat and held my head down, temporarily cutting off my air supply as the massive cockhead jammed against my tonsils. This rape of my mouth on turned me on more, as my face flushed a hot red and I continued to feed on the spit-soaked shaft.
"You like my cock, faggot?"
I moaned appreciatively, my mouth full of dick.
"I bet you do, you fucking cocksucking slut."
He continued like this as he plunged his fat tool in and out of my mouth, peppering me with verbal abuse. My own cock pulsed and surged in my pants, untouched and absolutely driven wild by the humiliation. Suddenly, with little warning, he came copiously in my mouth, pumping a half-dozen jets of hot semen against the back of my throat. He pulled his dripping cock out my mouth, as I gasped for air, swallowing a heavy dose of cum and spitting some of the floor. I was so stunned that I could do nothing as he pinned me against the seat, my face against the wall with him behind me.
"You want me to fuck you? You look like you want to get fucked."
I was too shocked to respond, mute from the salty explosion of sperm that coated my mouth.
He didn't wait for an answer, and roughly undid my belt and shoved my jeans down below my ass. Just as rapidly, he yanked at my boxers so violently that they ripped down the middle, and bared my ass, thighs and cock. He was a little more gentle pulling my t-shirt off my head and tossing it behind him. I was now almost naked despite the bundle of jeans and ripped underwear at my knees, and he kept on hand fastened on my shoulder while the other worked its way down my body. He gave my right nipple a twist, and ran his hand around my naked gut.
"You're a chubby little faggot," he said. It was true, I had a good thirty pounds of extra weight on my 5'9" frame, but he did not seem to mind. "Nice to fuck a soft slut like you." He gave my ass a firm slap that stung. Then he reached his hand between my legs, groped around the base of my hard, seven inch dick. He gave my balls an artful tickle, then, ignoring my shaft, ran his hand through my taint and up my ass crack, a move that sent shivers up my naked body, causing my face to flush anew a bright red.
I felt a gob of spit land on my ass crack, and suddenly there was a thick finger poking at my sphincter. He jammed it in quickly and I moaned and convulsed in a mix of pleasure and pain as his knuckle barged into my asshole.
"Damn, you're tight," he said. "Ever been fucked?"
I murmered no, still unable to speak real sentences.
"That's about to change," he said.
I felt a cool dribble of lube, as he began to slick down my ass with his hand and a bottle of K-Y. I realized he had now taken his other hand off my shoulder and was deftly using his free hand to roll a XL-Magnum-sized condom down his fat engorged cock. Suddenly there were two fingers working in and out of my anus.
"You want me to fuck you?" He breathed in my ear. "You look like you want to get fucked."
He was fortyish, broad-shouldered, with a working man's build and a thick cock protruding eight inches from the fly of his jeans. The cock, which had a large, purple head and a fleshy cowl of foreskin, was glistening with my saliva. For the last ten minutes, I had been on my knees in the cramped rear booth of a downtown porn shop, with this incredible cock sliding between my lips and repeatedly lodging in the back of my throat, as this guy mercilessly face-fucked me.
I hadn't even unbuttoned my own jeans. I had spotted this guy, with the door ajar to his booth, lazily wanking his semi-soft cock. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled and kicked the door open, and waved his long rope of a cock invitingly in my direction. With each swing, it had quickly stiffened, reaching its full length rapidly. That was all the encouragement I needed, and as I stepped into his booth and closed the door behind me, I almost by instinct dropped to my knees and began to hungrily kiss and suck the suddenly rock-hard stick of flesh. It was not easy to get my mouth around its ample girth. It was thicker than an oversized sausage, and had a big vein running down the middle of it, with a bulbous, shiny head surrounded by a collar of foreskin which so silky and sweet as it rubbed my lips with each pump of my head.
At first, he had been stoic as I went to work on his bare dick, staring ahead at the leather porn scene he was watching, showing me no appreciation, as I was a whore he had paid for, and he had expected me to come in and service him. But as I began to gorge myself on his meaty cock, he shoved it deep into my throat and held my head down, temporarily cutting off my air supply as the massive cockhead jammed against my tonsils. This rape of my mouth on turned me on more, as my face flushed a hot red and I continued to feed on the spit-soaked shaft.
"You like my cock, faggot?"
I moaned appreciatively, my mouth full of dick.
"I bet you do, you fucking cocksucking slut."
He continued like this as he plunged his fat tool in and out of my mouth, peppering me with verbal abuse. My own cock pulsed and surged in my pants, untouched and absolutely driven wild by the humiliation. Suddenly, with little warning, he came copiously in my mouth, pumping a half-dozen jets of hot semen against the back of my throat. He pulled his dripping cock out my mouth, as I gasped for air, swallowing a heavy dose of cum and spitting some of the floor. I was so stunned that I could do nothing as he pinned me against the seat, my face against the wall with him behind me.
"You want me to fuck you? You look like you want to get fucked."
I was too shocked to respond, mute from the salty explosion of sperm that coated my mouth.
He didn't wait for an answer, and roughly undid my belt and shoved my jeans down below my ass. Just as rapidly, he yanked at my boxers so violently that they ripped down the middle, and bared my ass, thighs and cock. He was a little more gentle pulling my t-shirt off my head and tossing it behind him. I was now almost naked despite the bundle of jeans and ripped underwear at my knees, and he kept on hand fastened on my shoulder while the other worked its way down my body. He gave my right nipple a twist, and ran his hand around my naked gut.
"You're a chubby little faggot," he said. It was true, I had a good thirty pounds of extra weight on my 5'9" frame, but he did not seem to mind. "Nice to fuck a soft slut like you." He gave my ass a firm slap that stung. Then he reached his hand between my legs, groped around the base of my hard, seven inch dick. He gave my balls an artful tickle, then, ignoring my shaft, ran his hand through my taint and up my ass crack, a move that sent shivers up my naked body, causing my face to flush anew a bright red.
I felt a gob of spit land on my ass crack, and suddenly there was a thick finger poking at my sphincter. He jammed it in quickly and I moaned and convulsed in a mix of pleasure and pain as his knuckle barged into my asshole.
"Damn, you're tight," he said. "Ever been fucked?"
I murmered no, still unable to speak real sentences.
"That's about to change," he said.
I felt a cool dribble of lube, as he began to slick down my ass with his hand and a bottle of K-Y. I realized he had now taken his other hand off my shoulder and was deftly using his free hand to roll a XL-Magnum-sized condom down his fat engorged cock. Suddenly there were two fingers working in and out of my anus.