Two Cholos

I've had so many sexual encounters that I'll never forget, especially the one that is still going on now. On New Year’s Day, I had met a guy on the popular cruise & hookup site, yeah you know the one I’m talking about. As it turned out he was another flake or didn't show up because he lied about whom and what he was like so many other people do on that site.

 

I tried calling him after I had waited for 15 minutes, and of course he didn't answer so I waited another 15 minutes just in case he was running late. So I decided to cruise around to see if I could find something or someone to get into. I was getting frustrated so decided to go back to the house and just relax. I was within a few blocks of my place when I saw this pelon (Who later became known as Carlos) He was around 5’9”, light skinned, with tattoos, a little hair on his chest with one nipple pierced. He was wearing black basketball shorts and a white muscle shirt. I just had to speak to him so I pulled over and as he got closer to my car I tried to think of something to say.

 

As he was passing my car window I said, wassup boss, (he gave me that what the fuck do you want look) and I asked if he had seen my 110 pound Rottweiler running down the street. He laughed and said if he had, he probably would've gone the long way around to avoid it. I made up a story about running to the store to get a twelve pack and was only gone for 10 minutes and when I got back my dog was gone. I'm sure all he heard me say was twelve pack because he offered to help me look for him if I would let him kick it and down a couple of beers with me and of course I agreed.

 

As I drove up and down several streets in the neighborhood I took every opportunity to check out that bulge that he had between his legs. After about 10 minutes or so I said fuck it, hopefully he'll find his way back home; let’s go down a couple beers. I told him I had better stop to get more because I could drink eight of the beers by myself. I just wanted to make sure he got a good buzz. So while we were drinking we listened to music and talked about the different types of music we liked. I asked him if he wanted to play video games or something and he said naw. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie and he asked what movies I had. I pointed at my DVD tower and told him to check it out and pick out whatever he wanted to see.

 

That's right, he picked a porno and tossed it to me and said, here put this on fool, I did as he asked and within minutes he had a big boner under those shorts and after about 15 minutes I started teasing him about it and asked him to pull it out and show it, and he told me, “Porque lo quieres ver, cuando lo puedes mamar?” (Why do you want to see it, when you can suck it?)

 

I fell down to my knees, sucking this thick brown uncut dick. I sucked his dick good and fast, enjoying how hard and hot it was, and playing with those big gangster balls. It didn’t take long time before he busted a big load into my mouth. He let out a loud moan and pushed my head deep on his cock as he began to squirt a huge load into my mouth and down my throat. I kept sucking his cock until he told me he couldn't take it anymore making sure I go every last drop of his cum. Afterwards Carlos asked if he could take a quick shower and I said sure. When I was taking him back to where I picked him up, he asked if I had a number which surprised me. He said that he didn't have one of his own and would have to call me and I thought to myself I'll never hear from him again.

Three days later, Carlos called and asked if he could come kick it again. I said sure and asked if he remembered how to get to my house and he did. About an hour later Carlos was at my front door and he was not alone. He said sorry for not asking if it was cool if Freddy came too because that was his ride. I said no problem and invited them both inside. But on the inside I was yelling what to fuck; I'll never get any now, not with his homie around. At least I had two good-looking guys to stare at while they were here. Freddy is 6’1”, 175 pounds, bald, has tattoos and is 100% gangster. He has the name of his gang on his back written in big script letter. Later that night I also found out he has an amazing beautiful uncut dick. His dick was even bigger than Carlos' dick. So, to make a long story short, this fucker was a fine ass pelon.

 

Carlos and Freddy started talking shit about the experiences they had while they were locked up. How their celli would suck their dicks in the middle of the night. I made sure they had plenty of beer and about an hour later without asking I put on a porno. Who knew that my dreams were about to be answered that very day.

 

While they were watching their str8 porn, I was on the patio playing with Taisen (my Rottweiler) and watching them talk about the movie and tease each other about their hard dicks. Carlos came looking for me and yelled Oh Shit when he saw Taisen, he is real. He admitting thinking that I made him up to talk to him. He asked how come I wasn't watching the movie with them because It didn't feel right with me not being there while they were watching my porn and drinking my beer.

 

I went in to have a drink and watch two str8 friends watch str8 porn still feeling a little upset because I wasn't getting any because of Freddy being there. After a little while to my surprise Carlos pulled his dick out and said, lil homie come suck on this a little bit while I watch the porno. I looked at him and said, “fuck you, what the hell” and he said it’s cool; I already told Freddy how cool you were and explained what's up. Freddy said it's all good as long as what goes on here stays here.

 

After I was given the green light, I sucked both Carlos and Freddy’s cock. While I was sucking Carlos, I was jacking off Freddy. After sucking Carlos for 10 minutes, I felt his warm cum running down the back of my throat. Carlos nutted without saying anything. (that fucker) After he came, he told me that he needed to go into the restroom to clean up. I was alone with Freddy, sucking his big cock and playing with those huge low hanging nuts. Freddy told me that he was not going to bust a nut because he didn’t want to get cum all over his clothes. Right away I asked him to do it, and I promised him that he was not going to get any cum on his clothes. By then Carlos was back in the room, and he was looking at us. Then Freddy told Carlos to just wait a minute because he was almost ready to cum. Before I expected it, he came inside my mouth, and I sucked him dry. After this Freddy stood up in front of me and was teasing me, asking me if I still wanted the last drops coming out of his cock. Freddy’s pants and boxers were down around his knees, and he was grabbing his cock with his hand and swinging it all over in front of me. We joked around for a couple of minutes before they left.

 

They told me they were coming back on Saturday. Since then I have sucked Carlos and Freddy twice a week. Sometime 1-on-1 but mostly the three of us get together for a little fun.

A Bad Boy

A Buddy Helps Me Out

College Memories

Showing Him Who's Boss

Finally A Fuck Buddy

Several of my buddies take an annual trip, just the guys, leaving the wives at home and taking a week to do all that stupid stuff that wives hate; drinking beer, watching sports, swapping stories, and generally being guys.

This year we decided to go skiing and found an awesome cabin in the woods near Lake Tahoe. Even better, the cabin was near a casino; drinking beer, watching sports, and gambling it just doesn't get better than that.

Eight guys were able to convince their families to let them go, so we boarded a plane in Phoenix on Saturday morning, and were relaxing in front of the fire, cold brew in hand by Saturday night. As a group, we were all married, ranging in age from 34 to 46, and all with at least one kid. In fact, it was mainly through the kids' school that we had all become friends.

Several guys hit the casino Saturday night, but I figured I had all week to blow my nest egg, so along with a couple of others, I stayed in. Bruce broke out some cards and poker chips and we had a friendly game of low stakes Texas Hold 'em. He had picked up a set of XXX playing cards in the airport, and I had a hard time concentrating on the game with all the hot little porn sluts caught in various acts of debauchery on each of the 52 cards.

That night, I had some wild sex dreams and woke up with a raging boner. After lying in bed for several minutes, masturbating slowly, I realized my morning wood wasn't going anywhere without some further attention. I snuck out to the dining room and grabbed the pack of XXX playing cards off the table before heading to the bathroom for a little private stroke session. I dealt several cards on the bathroom counter, yanked my shorts down around my ankles and went to work giving my horny dick a thorough jerking. As I neared the point of no return, the bathroom door opened and Sergio stepped in.

Too late to stop, with one last stroke, I shot a huge wad across the bathroom counter, coating the mirror in several spurts of thick, creamy jizz.

"Oh, shit, sorry man," Sergio apologized as it slowly registered in his foggy morning brain what his eyes were seeing. "The door was unlocked, I...."

His voice drifted off as he quickly backed out of the door, closing it behind him. I didn't say a thing, caught completely off-guard, embarrassed worse than the time my Mom had caught me jerking off in the shower. At least then, I was only a kid and I was just doing what teenage boys did. I couldn't fathom what Sergio must be thinking, but I hoped he would keep his mouth shut. I didn't want to be the butt of the guy’s jokes all week long.

I didn't get a moment alone with Sergio until later in the morning as we shared a ride up the mountain on the ski lift.

"Sergio," I began, shakily. "I want to apologize for earlier. That was totally out of line."

"No problem," Sergio replied, a wry smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "My fault man; with a house full of guys, I should have knocked before barging into the bathroom."

"I was totally embarrassed," I admitted, my face even now turning a bright shade of red. "I hope you won't say anything to the guys."

"My lips are sealed, buddy-boy," Sergio replied. "I know being away from the wife for a few days can make a man miss the carnal pleasures."

"Yea," I answered, glad to see that Sergio understood my situation. "Nothing wrong with feeding the ducks, I'm just sorry you had to witness that."

"Actually," Sergio began, "I kinda envy you. I've never been able to get off just using my hand."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, instantly regretting opening this can of worms.

"I'm keeping your secret," Sergio replied, "So what I say here is with the strictest confidence, right?"

"Absolutely," I answered; "Buddy-buddy confidentiality."

"Maria is a dynamo in the sack. I mean the sex is fantastic. She's adventurous and pretty damn talented if you know what I mean."

It wasn't hard to imagine. Sergio was an ex-college linebacker, built like a Mack truck with all-American good looks and a full head of wavy dark hair. At the summer pool parties all the wives drooled over the silhouette Sergio cut in a pair of wet swim trucks. Lucky for the guys, Maria, Sergio's wife, was a complete babe. Tall and blonde, she had a body that was toned from hours of aerobics and a rack straight out of the pages of Playboy magazine. Thinking of Sergio and Maria getting it on was like imagining Ken and Barbie fucking. It was only natural that the all-American couple was having all-world sex.

"Anyway," Sergio continued, "Using my hand to get off has just never appealed to me. Maybe it's the Catholic upbringing; you know, hair will grow on your palm or you will go blind. And with the great sex at home, I've just never had the need to masturbate."

Knowing that Sergio traveled a lot with his job, I asked, "But what about when you are out of town. Don't you get horny?"

"Fuck yea," Sergio chuckled. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess it's the bond formed when a guy catches his poker buddy jerking off in the bathroom."

"Very funny," I said, now generally interested in hearing his confession. "Your secret is safe with me."

"Well," he stuttered, "I have needs just like any guy. When I'm out of town, I mess around."

"On Maria" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

"Yea, But hold on, I don't actually have sex. I limit my fooling around to oral sex. Yea I know that sounds like total horseshit, but I have never fucked anybody else since I married Maria."

"So let me get this straight," I began as the lift neared the top of the mountain. "When you're out of town, you find local women willing to suck your dick? Well no fucking wonder you don't like to masturbate."

"I never said women," Sergio replied as we unloaded the lift, meeting up with the other guys before I could follow-up on the bomb he just dropped.



Later in the bar, Sergio headed up to buy a round.

"Let me help you carry them," I offered as I followed him to the bar.

As the bartender was pouring our drinks, I couldn't resist, "What did you mean earlier by "I never said women"?"

"I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut," Sergio began. "But since you asked, I prefer getting head from women, but to be honest, when I'm out of town on business, I don't have the time or the energy to wine, dine, and seduce a woman. I'm not about to pay a hooker. Instead, I post a personal ad on the internet with a picture of my dick and a very specific scenario of what I'm looking for and within a few hours I have a host of willing cocksuckers from which to choose."

"You mean guys respond to your ad, willing to suck your dick?" I asked.

"Not just willing, they are usually begging to swallow my load. Guys are the biggest fucking size queens. I get e-mails from guys actually willing to pay me to suck my dick," Sergio replied, a boastful smirk crossing his face. "And I gotta tell you, men make fantastic cocksuckers. Maria gives great head, but nothing compared to some of the service I've received from these anonymous dudes."

"So you hook-up with fags?" I asked, somewhat appalled, but still fascinated.

"Actually, most of the guys are married, you know, closet queers with regular lives, but with this thing about sucking dick. You'd be surprised how many are out there. My ads are very specific and I prescreen all the replies, usually meeting guys in a local bar or coffee shop before bringing them back to my hotel room. I stay away from the real homos and twinks."

"And it always works?"

"Usually," Sergio continued, "Although being out here in the middle of nowhere this week, I haven't had any luck yet."

"You posted an ad this week?" I gasped.

"Yea, I figured I'd give it a shot."

"What internet site do you use?" I asked, trying to understand why I was so enthralled with Sergio's seedy sex life.

"Mostly Craigslist, but there are other ones as well," Sergio replied, as he paid the bartender. "I know it sounds strange, but somehow, when it's a dude swallowing my dick, I don't feel as if I'm cheating on Maria. I never reciprocate and I keep everything totally anonymous. I don't even think of the guy as a guy, just a willing mouth to work a big load from my horny cock. It's no different than you using your hand to relieve yourself."

"Right," I answered, not believing Sergio was right at all, but intrigued and somewhat turned on by his confidential admission.


I kept replaying my conversation with Sergio in my mind while trying to fall asleep that night. Craigslist, I thought to myself and being unable to sleep, I took out my laptop and logged on. The cabin had a wireless network and I was surfing Craigslist in no time. I found the men-seeking-men personals for the general area in which we were staying. I found an ad that that I believed to be Sergio’s. It read:

Hung Latino male looking for a sub cocksucker to worship and swallow – In town the week of February 19 – 26. I am Looking to meet at a local coffee shop, before returning to my rental and spending several hours throat fucking your face into submission. If you are not an expert or cannot deep-throat, you will be when I finish with you. You should take instruction well and be willing to submit to light bondage and humiliation. I will not reciprocate and am not looking for chit chat or drama.

Me: 6'2", 195, in-shape, aggressive, verbal, 9+" uncut (see attached pic), disease free, safe and sane. You: Regular guy, prefer married or bi, disease free, expert cocksucker, submissive and discreet.

Holy shit, I thought to myself, as I re-read the posting. The attached picture did not show Sergio's face, but the physique looked familiar. He must have used some picture alteration software or something because the dick attached to Sergio's body looked otherworldly. It was fucking huge, his big masculine hand barely reaching around its girth as he squeezed the base while showing off his big veins throbbing angrily up his impressive rod towards a huge mushroom head. I must admit he is hung like a horse.  

As I stared at Sergio's picture, my cock began to stir between my legs. Maybe Sergio was right. Maybe men, including me, were size queens. I had messed around with guys back in college, usually to make a girl I was seeing happy, but I had never been as sexually charged by a naked man as I was looking at Sergio's big dick, that seemed to be literally leaping off my laptop's screen.

Before I knew what I was doing, I clicked on the anonymous e-mail link and began typing a response to Sergio's posting, even as I was slowly stroking the raging boner now tenting my boxers:

Sub cocksucker here, 5'11", 175, married (must be discreet), disease free, looking to give head and don’t expect anything in return. I am available tomorrow to drain your load.

Without another thought, I hit the send key and watched as my innocence disappeared into cyberspace. Immediately regretting my actions, I wondered if Sergio would even be checking his e-mail tonight. We had all drank pretty heavily and I figured he must be passed out by now.

To my surprise, a responding e-mail came almost immediately. Sergio was obviously hornier than I had imagined;

Meet me at 9 am at the French Roast on Main Street. If all is a go, I'll bring you back to my place and fuck your throat into submission.

Sergio was a real piece of work. I could just imagine this big dicked stud taking complete control and fucking some stranger's throat with reckless abandon. But I had to admit, I couldn't get the image of his big appendage out of my mind. For whatever reason, I pictured myself on my knees sucking his big cock and swallowing his salty load. I quickly shot off a reply:

I know the place. See you there. I'll be wearing a baseball cap backwards.

I shut down my laptop and rolled over, trying to decide whether I was just messing with Sergio or if I really intended to go through with the proposed rendezvous.



As the guys geared up the next morning to go skiing, I noted that Sergio had not come out of his room.

Knock, knock, "Sergio, you coming with us?" I asked.

"Matt, you and the guys go ahead without me," he replied, "I've got a conference call with work I've got to take this morning. I'll catch up later."

My heart skipped a beat. Sergio didn't have a conference call, he had a booty call and the coffee shop down the hill was his reception area.

Unsure of my next move, I walked down to the shuttle stop with the guys at 8:30 to catch the bus to the mountain. Just as the bus pulled up, I grabbed Bruce, "It's starting to snow and I forgot my goggles. I'll catch up with you guys on the mountain."

As the bus pulled away, I realized I was halfway to doing this. I walked into the coffee shop, grabbed a latte and a newspaper and found a secluded table in the back, setting up my stake-out.

Fifteen minutes later, Sergio walked in wearing jeans, boots, and a sweater, obviously not dressed for skiing, bought a coffee and sat down at the table near the door, watching intently as each customer entered.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and made my way to Sergio's table. I pulled out a chair and sat down.

Turning to me, a look of utter shock on his face, Sergio croaked, "What the hell, I mean, what are you doing here, Matt? I thought you went skiing."

Slowly, I reached up and spun my baseball cap backwards on my head.

 
"You fucker," Sergio exhaled, clearly pissed at what he perceived was a practical joke.

"No, not a fucker, a cocksucker," I whispered, trying to ensure the elderly couple at the next table didn't overhear our conversation.

"What are you up to?" Sergio demanded, a look of real anger spreading across his chiseled face.

Jumping in with both feet, I replied, "Seriously man, I'm here responding to a Craigslist post. I'm ready to have my throat fucked into submission."

"Dude, this is not funny," Sergio cackled. "I told you that stuff in the strictest confidence. It's not some stupid ass joke."

I said, "I know this isn’t a joke. I want you to take me back to the cabin and use me like one of your other cock-sucking whores. I don't know why I want to do this; I just know that I want it. Your story yesterday intrigued me and that picture you posted drove me over the top. I can't stop thinking about sucking your cock. From the looks of things, it seems like you don't have many other options, are you telling me you're not interested?"

"You're not fucking joking are you, Matt?" Sergio replied.

"No, I'm completely serious. So do I pass your screening test?"

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.

"It's been awhile, I fooled around with a couple of guys back in college," I admitted.

"Well, let's see. You've caught me more than a little off guard. You certainly pass the visual inspection and seeing as how we are friends, if you tell me you're disease free, I guess I trust you."

"What kind of questions would you ask a potential candidate that wanted to suck your dick?” I asked.

Trying to remain calm, Sergio replied, "So, Matt, are you willing to completely submit to my demands? Will you take my instruction and do as I order?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Again, buddy, this is not a joke, I don't want to have a sexual relationship with you. I mean, I am going to treat you like any other cocksucker I hook-up with. I like it rough and I like to humiliate my cocksuckers. It's just my thing; it's what gets me off. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes," I answered again, conscious to keep the small talk at a minimum, even as I tried to hide the growing lump in my ski pants.

"OK. Do you mind if I bind your hands behind your back during the action?"

"No," I replied, feeling my cock stir uncontrollably.

"Can I fuck your mouth for as long as it takes to get me off?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand that I will not reciprocate? I will not touch you, kiss you, lick you, etc."

"I understand."

"Will you swallow my jizz?" Sergio continued.

"Yes," I croaked, barely above a whisper.

"OK, then follow me. From the time we step inside the front door, I own you, do you understand? You will follow my orders and pleasure me as I instruct. When I am done, you may leave," Sergio completed his interrogation.

"I understand," I replied as I stood up to follow Sergio out of the coffee shop, grateful for my loose fitting ski pants that concealed the raging boner between my legs.


As Sergio closed the front door of the cabin, he turned to me and ordered, "Strip naked, now."

Eager to please my self-professed tormentor, I stripped and gathered my clothes in my arms. I was proud of my body as I spend several hours each week at the gym. But after seeing the picture of Sergio's big cock, I was somewhat embarrassed of the rather average boner now sprouting from my naked crotch.

"Just drop them here," Sergio ordered.

"But what if the guys come home?" I responded.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch, and do as I say," Sergio commanded, giving me a wicked stare.

He was obviously serious, so I quickly dropped my clothes in a heap.

"That's better boy. Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here," Sergio instructed.

"Yes sir," I replied as I followed his directions.

"Nuzzle your face up against my crotch, bitch," Sergio demanded.

Without hesitation, I rubbed my cheek against the large bulge forming in Sergio's Levis and immediately knew that the dick in the picture on his personal ad was not a fake. I mouthed the growing lump in Sergio's jeans and ran my tongue up and down the length of his growing tool, making the denim wet with my saliva. I had watched plenty of porn in my day and I tried to visualize the hottest blowjob scenes I could remember, intent to perform like a cock-sucking star for Sergio. A wet spot began to spread on the denim as his cock began to leak copious amounts of pre-cum. I sucked the salty spooge from the wet denim, smacking my lips as I got my first taste of Sergio's seed.

"You like the taste of my pre-cum, don't you queer?" Sergio chuckled.

"Very much, sir," I replied.

"You want some of that big dick, don't you faggot?" Sergio growled.

"Yes sir," I obediently responded.

"Let me hear you beg for it."

"Please sir, I want to suck your cock," I heard myself say, unsure where the words or the urges were coming from.

"You want me to fuck your pretty little mouth, don't you?" Sergio snarled.

"Oh yes sir, I want your big cock stuffed down my tight, eager throat," I moaned as I felt Sergio's cock swell to semi-hardness.

"You think you can handle all that cock, cocksucker?"

"Yes, sir, I'll try my best."

"Oh, you'll try alright, slut. You'll try not to choke to death when I shove my cock balls deep down your pie hole. I'll train your throat to take cock like a fucking whore."

Sergio's nasty verbal abuse had my cock rock hard and I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth so bad I thought I might erupt just from the thought of it.

"Using your teeth only, unzip my fly," Sergio ordered. "Don't use your hands, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied as I bit down on his zipper and slowly worked the fly open.

"That's a good bitch," Sergio purred. "Now work your tongue into my fly and taste my cock."

I did as I was instructed and ran my tongue over the fiery flesh of Sergio's pulsating prick. Wanting more, I brought my hand up to Sergio's crotch, intending to pry his big bone free of the confines of his jeans.

Smack!!! I felt my cheek go numb as Sergio slapped my face hard. "I said no hands, dumb shit. Can't you follow a simple instruction?"

"I'm sorry," I managed, torn between the pain in my cheek and the anger rising in me. I didn't have to take this shit but at the same time, I wanted to please Sergio and show him what a good cocksucker I could be.

"Don't let it happen again," he grunted. "Just use your tongue and work my cock out."

After several minutes of hard work, I finally managed to suck his cock through the fly of his jeans, his now nearly hard tool finally popping free of the spit and pre-cum soaked material. As his cock sprang into the open, I swallowed hard; fuck this guy was hung like a goddamn donkey. His dick bobbed wickedly and slapped against my cheek several times as I stared down the full length of his rigid rod.

"Good boy," Sergio chuckled. "I knew you could do it. Now don't just stare at it, get to fucking work."

Without further delay, I opened wide and Sergio's inched his cockhead between my open lips. The big mushroom head completely filled my mouth and I had to stretch my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth.

"Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some of this meat down your virgin throat," Sergio ordered.

He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Sergio's hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more cock down my challenged throat.

"That's it faggot," Sergio yelled as he pulled his nearly fully erect boner from my mouth and slapped my face with his spit covered cock. "You don't listen very well. My fucking dog follows instructions better than you."

He reached down and unbuckled his leather belt, yanking it off.

"Put your hands together behind your back," he ordered as he looped the braided belt around my wrists and fastened it tightly, effectively immobilizing my hands. He held the end of the belt, a leash by which he could further control and limit my movements.

"You won't be using those hands any more faggot," he barked. With a sharp tug on the belt, he ordered, "Now use that tongue and suck my balls out of my fly."

With additional work and instruction, I freed his large, hanging nuts and took turns massaging each of the hairy balls in my warm mouth as Sergio's hard cock lay heavily across my exposed head.

"You ready to try working that big cock back down your throat, bitch?" Sergio continued.

"Yes sir," I replied, unsure of how I was going to get more than a couple of inches of his cock down my throat.

"Open wide cocksucker and stick out your faggot tongue," Sergio ordered as he waggled his enormous phallus hands free back and forth across my face, slapping my tongue and thumping my cheeks repeatedly. Letting out a hearty chuckle, Sergio grabbed my head in his masculine hands and taking dead aim, thrust forward, impaling my face on his throbbing hard-on.

Several inches were rammed down my throat and with my hands effectively immobilized and my head locked by Sergio's vice-like grip, I could only sputter and gag as the big mushroom head of his angry cock filled my throat to its limits. As my eyes began to water and my throat struggled to accommodate this monster, Sergio kept his dick stuffed down my windpipe for what seemed like several minutes, although it must have been no more than thirty seconds.

Just seconds before I thought I would blackout, Sergio withdrew his weapon from my tortured throat and I coughed and gagged, fighting hard not to blow chunks all over the entry hall floor. The cold entry hall tiles were hell on my knees, but all I could think about was getting Sergio's dick stuffed back down my throat.

Without additional warning, Sergio thrust forward, several inches of spit covered steel again sliding past my tongue and down my stretched throat. "Watch those teeth, faggot," Sergio instructed as he again held my head firmly, keeping my throat impaled on several inches of his massive meat.

This time my gag reflex receded quickly and by relaxing my throat, I was able to take another couple of inches of Sergio's cock as he maintained a constant pressure against the back of my throat. After thirty seconds, Sergio withdrew, repeating this performance several more times, each efforts resulting in bottoming out deeper and deeper down my throat.

After five minutes of this torture, I was amazed to feel Sergio's untrimmed pubes tickling my nose. Somehow I had deep throated his entire shaft. My jaw ached and I was still struggling to breath, but my throat had somehow defied logic and I had taken all Sergio had to give.

"Oh, yea bitch," Sergio moaned with his cock still held balls deep down my throat. "Now that you've learned how to work a real cock down your pie hole, its time you learn how to suck cock."

Slowly, Sergio began to fuck my now accommodating throat with deep, steady strokes. "Use your tongue on the underside of my shaft," Sergio ordered. "And lick my nuts each time I bottom out down your throat."

My knees ached and my bound hands were going numb behind my back, but I was elated to be taking all Sergio had to dish out. As my face was being plowed, I could feel my rock hard dick bouncing off my belly as my body was being thrown around like a rag doll under Sergio's relentless pace.

"Yea bitch," Sergio moaned as he held my head and fucked my face without mercy. "You like getting your pussy mouth fucked by that big dick, don't you?"

I could only moan my approval as Sergio continued to drill my throat ferociously. After several minutes of sweaty face fucking, Sergio pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and slapped my faced hard with his meaty appendage. "Suck my nuts, cunt," he ordered.

I obeyed instinctively and spent several minutes rolling each big ball in my wet mouth, feeling Sergio's sperm bubbling in his hairy, sweaty sack.

"Edge it cocksucker," Sergio ordered as he roughly turned my head sideways and ran his harmonica back and forth over my tongue. "Now open wide," he instructed as he again mounted my face and fucked it ruthlessly.

After several more minutes of deep throating, Sergio pulled his cock from my ravaged mouth and with a sharp yank on my belt/leash, pulled me to my feet. "Into my bedroom, bitch," Sergio ordered, "I'm gone fuck that pussy throat of yours into complete submission."

Dragging me behind him, Sergio entered the bedroom and roughly threw me down onto the bed. "On your back, faggot," Sergio ordered, "and lean your head back over the edge of the bed."

As I did so, Sergio stripped naked and stood over me, straddling my head and slowly stroking his huge tool, his nuts hanging mere inches from my exposed face. Sergio squatted down slightly and smothered my face in his sweaty sack.

"Suck those balls bitch," Sergio commanded as he continued to jerk his tool. Sergio leaned further forward and ground his musky asshole against my nose and mouth. "Rim my hole, cocksucker," Sergio moaned as I used my tongue to explore his anus.

"Oh yea, that feels fucking fantastic," Sergio exhaled as I buried my tongue as far up his pooper as I could.

After several minutes of tongue-fucking his ass, Sergio stood back, "You keep that up faggot and I'm gone lose my load. And I know you don't want me to waste a load, do you bitch?"

"No sir," I croaked my throat still sore and my voice unsteady.

"Where do you want my jizz, cocksucker" Sergio enquired wickedly.

"Down my throat, sir," I replied, genuinely eager to taste the big, salty reward I had been working hard to earn.

"I knew it," he chuckled. "Lean that head back and open up that throat, ‘cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth like a pussy and blow this spooge straight down your gullet."

With my hands still tied behind my back, I was helpless. Sergio put his hands under my neck and tilted my head back as far as it would go, opening a straight pathway down my throat. He positioned his cockhead against my tongue, and I eagerly lapped up the precum still leaking from his piss slit.

With a grunt, Sergio shoved his cock down my throat till his balls were bouncing off my forehead. He rapidly built to a ferocious pace as he screwed my face with deep, powerful strokes, my tongue working overtime to keep his piston lubed as he pummeled by aching throat. After several minutes of deep dicking, I felt his penis swell noticeably and knew he was near eruption.

With one last deep thrust, Sergio held his cock stuffed down my pie hole and with an earth shattering grunt, he exploded, jets of hot spunk shooting straight down my throat. As I began to gag and sputter, Sergio pulled his slick rod from my mouth and continued to shoot his thick, sticky wad all over my face and chest, the violent eruptions splattering down my belly and glazing my still rock-hard boner.

"Fuck yea, buddy," Sergio exhaled as the current from his hose slowed to a trickle. I eagerly lapped up the last few drops of thick spunk, sucking the jizz from Sergio's semi-hard cock as it rested on my now cum coated mug.

As Sergio collapsed on the bed, he reached down and unbuckled the belt binding my hands. "Good job, cocksucker," he conceded. "You can go into the bathroom and squeeze out your load if you want."

I had totally forgotten about my ignored member and only now realized how much my throbbing boner needed attention. I staggered to my feet, weak from the thorough throat fucking I had endured and stumbled into the bathroom to masturbate.

After five or six quick strokes, my cock exploded, erupting long ropes of sticking jizz three or four feet, all over the sink, counter, and mirror, as I relived the unbelievable experience of being dominated by Sergio.

As I slumped against the counter, I looked up to see Sergio watching me from the door, slowly squeezing his now limp dick. "Well buddy, you did pretty fucking good for a newbie. Sorry if I got a little carried away, but I told you I like to be aggressive and really dominate my cocksuckers. Maria would cut off my balls if I tried that shit with her."

"No problem, buddy," I replied, happy to have received a good grade but bummed that the sexual tension that had made me Sergio's cock sucking bitch was no longer in the air. I had really enjoyed submitting to Sergio's demands and would have happily reenacted the scene right now if Sergio had ordered me to my knees.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower and get ready to go skiing," Sergio smiled. "It's against my policy, but you are invited to join me if you want."

Sergio ducked into the shower and without hesitation I followed him. Sergio was staying in the master suite and the shower was a big double stall with several shower heads and a tiled bench.

As we soaped up, I turned to Sergio, "Man that was fucking intense. How did that compare to your average encounter?"

"Well, to be honest, I was probably a little more aggressive with you than normal," Sergio admitted. "Originally I thought you were full of shit and would wimp out. I pushed pretty hard but you didn't show any signs of breaking. I gotta tell you, you're a fucking good cocksucker; and you clearly have a dormant submissive side."

"Yea, I guess so," I responded, fully aware that Sergio had me pegged. "I think you are right. Some guys are size queens and I think I would have done anything to please you."

"Anything" Sergio asked as he soaped up his schlong.

"Yea, I think so," I answered, reaching down to soap up my Johnson, surprised to find it was rock hard again.

"Would you bend over and let me fuck you in the ass?" Sergio questioned with an evil mischief in his voice.

"Huh?" I replied, knowing damn well where Sergio was going with this as I watched him stroke his now semi-erect cock.

"Well, I've always wanted to fuck Maria in the ass, but it's the one thing she absolutely refuses. I've seen porn stars take dicks bigger than mine up their poop chute, but Maria is adamant. She says I could injure her for life."

"I thought you only had guys suck your dick?" I asked, curious to see how this would play out.

"Oh, for sure with all the diseases and shit, no way I'd risk my health to fuck some anonymous guy in the butt. Guys have asked, no make that begged, me to pack their fudge, but I always refuse."

"But you want to fuck my ass?"

"Um, yea. I know you're clean and healthy, and when you were rimming my hole earlier, I had these totally nasty thoughts of bending you over and stuffing my pole up your shitter."

"So you've never done this before?" I quizzed Sergio.

"No man, your cherry ass would be my first. And I can see from the boner you're sporting there that you kinda like the idea too."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I wanted to be the first to enjoy the pleasure of getting my ass reamed by Sergio's fat fuck stick. And he was right; this conversation had my dick so fucking hard it hurt.

I turned my back to Sergio and bent over, resting my hands on the tiled bench, "Make me your fuck bitch, stud."

Sergio didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his now rock hard prick before lathering up my crack and working a lubed finger up my virgin hole.

"Damn your hole is fucking tight, dude," Sergio exhaled as he took turns working his fat digits into my butt. The soap provided plenty of lube, and even when he stuffed his pudgy thumb up my backdoor, I didn't mind at all.

As he worked first two and then three fingers together into my rump, I began to realize the predicament I was getting myself into. Sergio was being patient and taking his time, trying to stretch my anus slowly before he impaled me on his mighty manhood. But I knew no amount of advanced preparation was going to make my ass ready for his impending invasion. Besides, I was so fucking horned up; I wanted to feel him screwing my ass right now.

"Thanks man," I managed as he humped my hole with three soapy fingers. "But don't worry about me. Take my ass now, man. Fuck my little man pussy like you fucked my face before."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Sergio snarled, immediately falling back into character as the aggressive, dominant top and added, “I’ve always suspected that you liked dick, and now, I’m about to find out, just how much.”

My grip on the tiled bench turned white knuckle as I looked back between my spread legs to see Sergio soaping up his massive boner. From this point of view, his cock looked enormous and I was going to have a front row seat to see him shove that shit up my ill prepared pooper. With one hand, he grabbed my waist and used his other hand to steer his cockhead to the entrance of my backdoor. He rubbed his sudsy schlong up and down my wet crack, teasing my hole as he applied light pressure against my sphincter.

I tried repeatedly to lean my weight back against his rod, driven insane with the desire to feel his prick violate my hole. Each time, he expertly shifted his weight and his cock simply rocked back and forth in my soapy crack, his nuts slapping against my butt cheeks.

"Beg for it faggot,," he ordered.

"Please," I implored. "Stop teasing me and use my fuck hole. I need to feel your hard cock stuffed up my ass."

"That's better," Sergio replied. And with a sudden movement, he locked my waist in both hands and drove his lubed piston home, nearly half of his enormous cock buried up my butt in one swift thrust.

"Oh my fucking #@&*....." I yelled; and the string of explicative echoed off the walls of the big shower. I couldn't imagine anything hurting as much as my ass currently hurt; not giving birth, not breaking a bone, hell, not even getting shot. My wind was knocked from my gut as I struggled to pull forward and free my ass from this sadistic bastard and his killer cock.

But Sergio held my hips firmly and continued to drive his weight against my ass, my head shoved up against the wall of the shower and not allowing an escape route from the invading mass of his cock. In fact, as I struggled, I could only push back off the shower wall which resulted in additional inches of Sergio's dick being shoved further down my tortured hole.

"You're gonna fucking split me in two, Sergio," I struggled, barely able to vocalize words around the sheer pain I was fighting. A searing white heat enflamed my rectum as Sergio maintained a steady pressure on my puckered hole.

"That's the plan," Sergio laughed as he continued to shove his soap-covered cock deeper into my butt. "You really need to loosen up cause I’m fucking loving the feeling of your ass wrapped around my dick and think that I am going to enjoy fucking this prime piece of ass all goddamn day."

"You're one sick bastard," I exhaled, as I felt Sergio's hairy nuts brush against my ass. Looking back between my legs, I saw all but the last couple of inches of Sergio's rod buried in my stretched hole. My head was spinning, and I saw stars swimming before my eyes; I thought I was going to pass out.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up and take it like a man," Sergio barked. "And stop all that squirming, just like your throat, I'll train that ass to love my cock."

Very slowly, the pain in my ass began to subside, replaced first by a dull throb and then a feeling of complete fullness. Sergio held firm and began to grind his cock into my stuffed shitter. Although I received no physical pleasure from the constant grinding, I was amazed to see my cock was still rock hard and leaking precum.

I reached back between my legs and massaged Sergio's balls, wrapping my hand around the base of his tool trying to extricate a few inches from my tortured butt.

Mistaking my attempt to free my ass from his prolonged penetration, Sergio smiled, "That's it buddy. I knew you'd come around. So you want me to start fucking that butt do you?"

Before I could answer, he slowly withdrew several inches of butt meat and began a slow, steady assault on my hole. As he initiated a steady fucking rhythm, the friction on my sphincter grew more and more pleasurable. I quit trying to resist Sergio's forward thrusts and began to buck back against his torso, trying to match his movements and maximize his penetration. His cockhead found a magic spot deep inside my tortured rectum and as he continued to pound my ass, I began to moan.

"Oh, yea bitch, you like that don't you?" Sergio questioned.

"Fuck yea," I groaned, finally beginning to enjoy every inch of his big cock as it drilled my fuck hole. "Fuck my ass; buddy like you fuck your wife's pussy. Feed me that magnificent cock."

"That's so fucking hot bitch," Sergio moaned. "My cock is stretching your hole so wide. You're not gonna be able to walk right for a week."

"I don't fucking care," I exhaled. "Pound my hole into submission, man. I can't get enough of your cock."

For several minutes, Sergio pounded my ass with long, steady strokes. Periodically, Sergio would pull his dick from my hole and apply a new coating of soap suds before driving his rod back down my wide-open anus.

"Fuck, dude, your ass feels better than my wife's pussy," Sergio said as he continued to train my  butt, "It’s time for you to do some work."

He withdrew his tool and spun me around. As he sat on the bench, he lowered me down onto his towering tool. "Bounce up and down on it," he commanded.

I didn't need any additional instruction as I lowered my ass down on his cock till his balls were grinding against mine. Sitting on Sergio's lap, I had close to a foot of dick shoved up my rear.

"Fuck dude, you've got every inch of my cock buried in your ass," Sergio moaned. "Now fuck it."

I began doing squats on Sergio's lap, loving the feeling of his cock working in and out of me. He reached around and tweaked my nipples hard, sending additional spasms of pleasure shooting through my body. I bounced up and down on his pogo for several minutes, my own dick slapping against my belly as I fucked him like a cheap whore. I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke my cock; sure that one quick jerk would send my dick over the edge into spasms of ejaculation. I could feel every pulsating vein of Sergio's angry cock as he trained my ass to take his full length, the warm water from the shower continuing to cascade over our naked, sweaty bodies.

As the water turned colder, the hot water spent, Sergio slapped my ass hard and pushed me off his tool. He reached over and turned off the water before ordering me out of the shower, "Get up on the counter top, bitch. Yea right there, sitting in your own pool of jizz."

I sat naked on the cold tile where only recently I had jerked out a huge load, waiting for Sergio's next command. Still dripping wet, he stepped up, roughly grabbed my ankles and through them over his shoulders, my ass dangling over the counter edge, his cock poised at my tattered hole.

"I'm gonna fill your ass with my spooge," Sergio announced as he entered me violently and resumed his furious fucking of my abused ass. With my legs up on his wide shoulders and my head back against the mirrored wall, I was a helpless fuck puppet to Sergio's powerful assault.

In this position he pounded my ass for several more minutes before grabbing my waist and shoving every inch of his manhood up my hole. With a loud grunt, Sergio tensed and erupted deep in my ass, his cock filling my hole with warm spunk. As I felt his cum filling my butt, my cock twitched violently and I shot a huge wad all over my belly and chest, my hand never touching my boner.

Sergio chuckled, "Dude, you really are a fag, aren’t you?”

"Fuck you,” Is all I managed to say.

 

“Does your wife know you like dick? You don’t have to answer that but know this; from this point forward, you will continue to pleasure me by offering your throat and/or ass whenever or wherever I get the urge.” He decidedly said.

 

Kind of embarrassed, I said, "Maria doesn't know what she's missing because I've never experienced a more intense orgasm and might be a willing participant in the future."

“Might be, did you miss the part when I said, YOU WILL continue, now shut your pie hole, clean up this mess and get the fuck out of my bathroom.” He barked while walking away.

 

I cleaned up the mess we made like a good little bitch and on the way to meet the guys for lunch and an afternoon of skiing, Sergio informed me that I had better enjoy his cock while I could, because when we returned home, he would resume using anonymous cocksuckers to fulfill his needs and the only time I would have access to his cock, would be on our annual boys trip.

We arrived at the lodge before I had the chance to respond or even protest an upon entering the lodge, one of the other guys yelled, "Hey Matt, you’re limping like you took a nasty fall.

 
As everyone in the lodge turned and now stared at me limping across the room, Sergio snickered, knowing that his dick was the reason why my ass was out of whack, and walked with a very noticeable waddle.

Shooting a knowing look at Sergio I replied, "It was nasty alright; a real fucking ass breaker."

Taking him up on his suggestion and for the rest of the week, I followed Sergio around like a love-struck puppy. Every opportunity he had, Sergio used and abused me to satisfy his sexual urges. I sucked him off in the men’s room and on the gondola. He fucked my ass in a wooded area beside a ski run, in the hot tub, and in his bedroom at night when all the other guys had gone to bed. I really didn’t mind since I couldn't get enough of his cock and loved the way he pounded my throat and ass equally.

 
I’ve already taken the liberty and started planning our golf trip for next summer. In addition to clothing and the usual packed items, my list will include: two dozen golf balls, a bag of tees, a new pair of spikes and a giant bottle of lube. My throat, ass and I can hardly wait for our next outing. Who wants to assist me in keeping my skills up to par until then?  

 

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