I was on my way home from the club where I go to for faggot sex. I know I am supposed to call it something else, but I am not interested in playing lovey dovey with some man...I just want his cock. Perhaps that makes me gay, but I don't think so. It also means that there is more on offer than might be expected. Like the man who makes you realise what a cock slut you are!

The night was a bit disappointing. I was on holidays and went in on a week night. Although the club was open, it was almost empty most of the night. I had even attempted to seduce the barman, but he was very aware of his boyfriend. After a few blowjobs, I was done and heading home. I was almost out the door when a burly guy had come in. He looked a bit nervous and asked the barman for a drink. The barman got the drink and told the guy he had come in on the wrong night; I was the last and I was going home. The look on his face was so deflated that I began to feel sorry for him. Caught between my desire to go home and pity, I opted for pity.

We went into one of the sex rooms. I got undressed, still lubed up with plenty of cum in my guts. I began to dance for him, getting a bit impatient, hoping it might get him in the mood. He nervously undid his top, the took off his trousers. "Umm, I think I might be a bit disappointing.....um....it's a bit small...'

And it was. Standing erect in his underwear, it looked like it might have been a couple of inches. I felt sorry for him, but remembered my brother had a small one too. How hard would it have been to come in here and hoped you might get your small dick sucked. 

I got on my knees and pulled his underwear down.  It wasn't any bigger revealed by the light. But horny combined with pity prompted me to blow him. Without warning, I opened my mouth and took him all the way. It was an odd sensation. Usually they were huge and thrusting and grabbing  and, hell, I loved that. But this guy wasn't used to it, didn't know what to do or how to react. I didn't even have any trouble with breathing. But I could play with it with tongue and spit and even my teeth. I could massage his arse to try and get it in further. I got caught up in it. I was doing this for his cum. I was doing things I hadn't had to consider before just to get him to spurt. And one thing he didn't lack was cum. He blew, and I could lick his cumming balls while swallowing his jizz at the same time. He grunted and puffed his way through the orgasm, not saying a word. 

I was away with the faggot fairies. I loved it. I wanted to know what it would be like to take it up the arse. I kept sucking, stopping every so often to get him excited enough to try it, wanking him to keep him trapped while I...well frankly whored myself for him. I wanted to be arsefucked because l wanted to be fucked by him...him and his small wang. 

Eventually he got hard again, and I didn't wait. I turned around and offered my rump to him. I half laughed, imagining myself to be an animal wanting to be fucked. He tried to stick his prick into me and just barely managed to tickle the opening of my sphincter. He was all for giving up, but I wanted it. I gripped his ankles and begged him to keep trying, all the while shifting my arse. 

Success.