January 13, 2001. 25 years
He’s young but he has the body of a beast, a heavyweight wrestler, and the handsome face of a monster. You just happen to be alone with him in the men’s locker room at the university gym early this morning. Relaxing after a grueling workout, his perfect white skin glistening with sweat, he calls you over when he notices you staring. Taking a seat he says, “You’re a good faggot, aren’t you, boy?”
“Then why aren’t you on your knees worshiping your Master’s sweat, faggot?”
Instantly you do as you’re told. Using your open mouth as a vacuum against the insides of his thighs, you work your way to his tight, fat ballsack, oily with perspiration. The acid taste of sweat mixes here with the beef flavored stink of his asshole, and you greedily work to get it all down, rubbing your face in his hot, dank musk. Before you can put his rock hard cock in your mouth he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you away from it, holding your face up. He coughs up a wad of phlegm from the back of his throat and teasingly lets it fall from his lips onto your face, and smears it roughly across your nose, cheeks, and eyes.
“Good faggot. Now lie down. You’ve earned this.”
After you lie down on the locker room floor he positions himself over you, lowering his fat, muscular ass onto your face, spreading his meaty cheeks for you to get a good look at his brown, puckered asshole before he drops it onto your mouth. You hungrily use your lips and tongue to satisfy his masculine need to be serviced. He tastes like a black peppered steak seasoned with brown and yellow mustards. You suck on his rectum and shove your tongue as far into the fleshy darkness as it will go.
“Fuck yeah, boy! Eat that fucking shithole!”
You can feel him stroking himself slowly as he grinds his ass into your face. He gets up abruptly and tells you to position yourself on all fours.
“You’ve earned yourself a load of Master’s cum, faggot. Show me your pussy.”
