I have a new job which requires a bit of study, so I haven't been keeping up with everything. I still get some, but I haven't been very good at spreading the news. 

But last night was so awesome that I need to tell someone. I met this guy working at the airport and we went back to his place after his shift ended. We had both built up a head of steam thinking about each other, or me thinking about sucking dick and him thinking about how he could prolong that experience.

As soon as we entered his house, I  was down on my knees and pulling his pants and under wear down, licking his long prong as he proved a match for his self descriptive nature of being north of seven inches and thickish. I don't normally wish for anal, but anything this over average would turn any faggots head. He was hard in an instant, and I swallowed him down, sweaty balls and all, proud of the fact I could lick his balls while tonguing his shaft. 

"Call me a slutty bitch!" I demanded as l came up for air. 

Over the sounds of slurping on cock, he assayed a few feeble attempts in that direction. I gathered it was a lack of confidence and not lack of imagination. The next time I came up for air, I said, "Come on, man, chew this faggot out for sucking your cock so easy!"

And that did it. Some of the vilest things spewed forth from his mouth. "Damn faggot cock sucker pervert, I  bet you've been thinking about my man's meat poking your boicunt for hours, you filthy cunt! You're probly thinking you're getting saved up sperm down your guts and raped up your arse."

And he power fucked my mouth for good measure. Really got it deep down my throat as I spit up all over his groin, as he held the back of my head. We were going like that for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes when he pulled my head back and started jerking his dick in my face. "What if I came all over these tiles and expected you to lick it up while fingered your arse loose for my big dick?" 

This was the best fuck I had had in months, and it had only just started. My own prick, much smaller than his, was standing fully at attention and leaking so much pre-cum it literally coated my dick and balls. 

"Or do you want it up on this table, watching my seed spill out over the surface of the glass? Maybe you have to wank to add to it, so you have plenty to lick up while I get as much of my fist in you as I can? Maybe all of my fist."

I must confess, the thought of being fisted absolutely thrilled me, especially having recently done so to the missus and enjoyed every moment of it. I knew he wasn't going in, but just maybe. And all the time he kept wanking his cock, dipping it low enough to let me lick the pre-cum off. 

"Fucken eat me you fag" he said, pushing me behind him and exposing his arsehole to me. I don't normally go for this, but every now and then...I dove, reaching around to feel his dick. His hand was still pumping his cock, so I just grabbed on as my tongue probed his arse. It was absolutely vile at first, but then my slobbering tongue licked tge sweat away and I was going to town. "Whoah, bitchen slut fag, God damn your fucking makin' it so good." And with that he jetted a full load across the table. I was so excited I didn't keep count of how many jets of cum he released, just imagined him getting hard again working on my arse, watching me licking his cum up. 

He threw me across the table, face down to start licking it up. But then he pulled me up and started jerking me, growling into my ear. "Not yet darling, you have to add to it. Look at that milky cream, ready to be lapped up. You want to lick it, swallow it, clean my fucken table. Look at how it catches the light, imagine how it must...ooh, fuckeb fag whore, you must really enjoy thinking about it..." I was shooting over the table, mostly separate but occasionally mixing with his semen. 

 "Now for something completely different," he said, "lick up my semen as I lube your arse with your own seed."

And with that he threw me on the table. As I bent my ravening tongue to the task, l could half see him scooping up some of my seed. He parted me arse cheeks and wiped a couple of fingers past my arsehole. "Fuck me!" I begged, " Faggot needs a good fucking!"

His finger dipped deeper into my arse than I had anticipated, eliciting a wimper of pain from me. "You bet your gonna be crying before I am finished with you." He announced, and fit two fingers into my arse. I squirmed a bit, and he took great delight in twisting his fingers around my half lubed arse. "Cry for me, fag!" 

I think the tears started with the third finger, but by no means did I cry. He used more of my cum for lube, and he took it slow enough for me to adjust. And l have to admit, with his cum and mine on my tongue, with his big dick growing against my leg, I  was the horniest I had been for a guy since the start of the year. 

He flipped me so I was on my back, lifting up my legs as my arse hung over the edge of the table. He gripped his dick, pointed it at my arse and began to push. It went in with an effort, and my soul was stretched as I fought the urge to clench up and force him out. Within a few strokes, my hole was wrecked, his cock completing the work of his fingers. He thrust into me. "Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you!"

I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to, "Breed me, man, make me your sperm receptacle. Fill my faggot arse up. Make me beg for more."

"You want more, fag? You want more, fag?" 

"Fuck yes, breed me, daddy, breed your faggot whore!" 

"Well take this!" He half spit and drooled over my chest as I felt the spasm of his dick in my arse. Or, more properly, in the walls of my arse. You can't make up how good that feels, to be so stuffed with dick that his breeding you is felt in the walls of your arse.

I waddled my way to the toilet, dripping cum over his tiled floor. He followed along, his dick still firm enough to prod my arse. I knew he had something in mind, so I quickly finished my business and then came out. He was slowly stroking his cock to another erection, proffering me some blue lozenge pills. I took one, and then was pushed down to where his sperm had escaped my arse on my passage to the toilet. I got down at his order and slurped it up. He got down and got himself hard rubbing his cock against my arse. By the third drip, he was erect enough to finish the demo work on my arse. For the next half hour I crawled along the floor, following the trail of cum drops, real and imagined, his dickness said l had leaked over his floor while receiving a fuck that became progressively more painfull the longer it went. By the time he announced himself ready to cum, it was like having a bar shoved up my arse, he was that hard. It wasn't viagra, but it had the same affect. 

Again he exploded in my arse, me being far too buried in my deepest, sluttiest fantasy to resist the urge to exclaim, "God, that's the stuff, fill me up with your cream!" And I began to shudder from my own orgasm as he reached around and started playing with my own cock. 

We went our own ways soon after, me blowing him at the door of my car in the cool light of the false dawn, him feeling the power men feel when their dates do something unexpectedly slutty.  

Rt