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Him (part 3)
His cock plunges into my throat with such force that I’m knocked backwards against the wall. He snaps the belt around my wrists back towards him tightening the grip even further and pulling my body towards him. With my head pinned against the wall by his massive dick and my body pulled forward I feel like a rag doll.
I gag, gurgle and splutter again. Tears form in my eyes, but all I can think about is pleasing him. I concentrate on breathing with him inside my mouth and find those moments of breath once again. I can do this, I think. He’s balls deep in my face at this point and I know what’s coming. He said it was going to get rough, so I know I need to be prepared, to show him I can be a good cocksucker. He slides his meat out of my mouth and plunges it straight back in again with a second thought. Again he thrusts deep, the head of his dick pushing against the back of my throat, disarming my gag reflex. Before I can remember my breathing he has pulled out again, this time further back with his shaft almost completely out. A moment of respite, I think. But I’m wrong. Almost immediately he plunges back in again - a long, deep and forceful push that reminds me just how big and powerful he is.
‘Here it comes, bitch’ he says, as the pace quickens. His thrusts get deeper, faster, more targeted. My throat, now nothing more than a pussy for him, is open and willing. Somehow, don’t ask me how, I am able to breathe and enjoy every last second of his throat fucking and, for a few minutes, I am nothing more than a vessel for his superior and enormous cock. In and out his dick slides, covered in precum and saliva. I feel the weight of his muscular body, his heavy cum-filled balls and his scent - that deep, intoxicating smell of man - bearing down on me and all I can do is give myself completely to him. His rhythmic thrusts speed up even more and I feel his balls tighten. My heart skips a beat as I realise what’s coming: his load. His creamy, thick, beautiful load.
‘You hungry, boy?’ he says, both hands now firmly on the back of my head, his dick pumping incessantly into my throat. ‘You ready for my load? You ready, faggot?’ he grunts, continuing his assault on my face. Another series of deep, fast thrusts and I feel it, that first tell-tale sign of explosion. He begins to groan, his fingers dig into my scalp, his balls tighten further and the head of his dick reaches further down my throat then ever before. Here it comes, I think: my reward. In one swift movement he slides his dick out of my mouth and as soon as the tip of it reaches my lips he explodes. Wad after wad of hot, creamy, thick cum shoots out of his cock all over my open, hungry mouth. Streams of his milk hit my face, my nose, eyes and cheeks but more of it goes directly into my mouth and covers my tongue and throat. He groans like an animal as he squeezes the last few drops of spunk from his dick before proceeding to wipe the cum from my face into my mouth using his cock as a tool. With as much spunk in my mouth as possible he plunges his dick into my mouth one last time to make sure I don’t waste a drop. I hungrily swallow everything he gives me: his wonderful seed is all mine to taste and I’m not going to waste any of it.
‘Good,’ he says after a long exhaled breath, ‘you are a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?’
I nod. Still in awe of what just happened, the amount of cum I’ve just been delivered and the amazing man standing before me I am speechless. I nod again.
‘Look at you, lost for words. Poor faggot.’ He laughs to himself, pushes his cock into his pants and begins to straighten himself up. Meanwhile I’m still on my knees, covered in his cum and sweat. He leans forward to untie my hands and get his belt back giving me one more face full of his glorious crotch (although now back in its fabric prison). As he fastens his belt I let me hands fall to my sides, spent. He straightens his tie and looks down at me.
‘Next time we’ll open up that little pussy of yours,’ he says, smirking, ‘although we’ll need to do it somewhere a little more private don’t you think?’ I nod, still helpless and in awe.
‘Now, all these people down at the station, they will have no idea what you’ve just done up here. But I want them to see what a little slut you are, ok?’ He says, moving towards me. I nod. He plucks a tissue from his pocket and dabs the remaining cum from my face, then feeds it to me. He leaves one streak, right across my cheek - I can feel it, warm and heavy. ‘I want you to go home with my cum on your face like this, ok?’ He says, as he steps back, produces his phone from his pocket and takes a photo of me, on my knees looking used with a streak of his cum still on my face.
‘I want you to send me a photo of you when get off the train to prove you haven’t washed it off, got it?’ He commands, a little more sternly this time. I nod again. ‘Got it?’ He says again. ‘Yes’ I mumble, only just learning how to use my voice again. ‘Good boy’, he says ‘when I’m satisfied you’re ready, your ass will be mine. Be prepared.’
With those final words he walks away, leaving me still on my knees. I watch as he confidently strides away and the second he is out of sight I miss him. I yearn for his dick once again and feel a huge sense of loss. I need to see him again, I think. I need to prove I can be his. I brush myself off, tidy my clothes and head back the way I came into the station. Unashamed and confident I walk through the barrier knowing full well I have his mark on me, his cum slowly dripping down my cheek. I smile to myself as I get onto the tube and take no notice of the weird looks and stares I get on my journey home. When I get off I pause on the platform and take a selfie, confidently showing off his shining spunk still on my cheek. As soon as my wifi is connected I message him the picture and leave the station thinking of nothing else but when I can see him again.
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Him (Part 2)
Blood racing through my body, my breath quickening I follow Him towards the exit of the station. As I pass through the barriers, I glance around quickly at all the regular commuters, totally unaware of what I’m about to do. I feel a surge of excitement and feel my cock begin to get hard in my pants.
He reaches the exit door, steps out into the street, and pauses. I stop. He doesn’t turn around, instead sets his bag down on the ground and slowly removes his suit jacket. As I guessed, his rippling body pops in all the right places as he does this. I see biceps, triceps and abs flex tight under his crisp shirt. He picks up his bag again and takes a left, away from the throng of people heading for the nearby supermarket.
My heart still racing, I follow closely behind. He takes another left, this time down a small alleyway. The entrance is mostly overgrown with weeds with litter scattered on the ground. He leads the way confidently, so I think nothing of the slightly dingy location. As I step through into the alley, I realise we’re heading around the back of the tube station, to a row of lock-ups and maintenance sheds that I presume serve the station. This part of the track is above ground, so from this vantage point I can see down onto the tracks below, I can even see people getting on and off the train that has just pulled in. He stops.
‘Get on your knees’. He commands. I comply.
I hastily fall to my knees in front of him. He steps forwards and pushes me back with one strong hand. I shuffle backwards towards a low wall behind me. From down on the platform I am completely obscured, and he must just look like he’s standing on his own. He pushes his crotch up against my face and for the first time I inhale the deep, amazing smell of his cock. Pushed up against my face, even through two layers of fabric I feel like I can taste it. I stick my tongue out, but as soon as I do he pulls away sharply and shakes his head.
‘No touching.’ He tells me.
Desperate to touch this incredible man, but being told I’m not allowed drives me nuts. I shift on my knees and lick my lips. My eyes stay transfixed on his bulge. I must look like the horniest slut he has ever seen!
He steps closer again (this time I do as I’m told and remain motionless) slowly unbuckles his belt, and pulls it off. Holding the belt in one hand, he unzips his trousers with the other. His trousers don’t fall down because his meaty dick is holding them up.
‘You can pull down the trousers,’ he says authoritatively, ‘but not the pants. They stay on, you hear me?’ I barely hear what he says as I greedily pull down his trouser to reveal a tight white pair of boxer shorts, bulging at the seams with what looks like the biggest bulge I have ever seen.
‘Please?’ I plead with him, reaching for his pants, desperate to taste his thick dark meat in my mouth. ‘Not yet, slut’. He tells me, batting my hand away.
‘Put your hands behind your back,’ he continues.’ I do as I’m told and clasp my hands together behind me back. He leans over me, pushing his crotch into my face as he reaches behind me and wraps his belt around my wrists, then pulls it tight. The leather stings as it catches my skin, but I’m so consumed by having face full of his bulge that I don’t care. He straightens back up, one end of the belt still in hand, and smiles at me.
‘No hands,’ he says, ‘fags like you always waste time with your hands when it’s your mouth and pussy that we want.’ My breathing gets heavier as I realise just how much I want to be his fag, his fuck toy, his bottom slut. ‘Now,’ he says slowly, ‘you’re going to worship my dick’.
With one hand he slowly pulls down his tight boxers. As he does so, the biggest, thickest dick I’ve ever seen springs out, already semi-hard, and points directly at me. I don’t have a tape measure to hand, but I know from experience that it’s at least 9.5 inches long and so thick I can barely get my head around how I’m going to suck it. His balls are big and heavy, hanging low between his legs like a bull. His foreskin, pulled back, reveals a large glistening helmet ready for licking.
Without another word he steps forward, I open my mouth, and he plunges all 9.5 inches of his thick black cock deep into my mouth. I gag as he continues to push into my mouth, his cock edging further and further down my throat. I splutter and my eyes begin to water, but he just tightens the belt and pushes more. With his free hand he grabs the back of my head and pulls my throat onto him. I struggle to breathe at first, but learn to take quick breaths through my nose as he refuses to do anything but push further and deeper with his cock. Once he has pushed as far as he can, and my throat can take no more, he stops. Holding his dick in place he looks down at me, tears streaming down my face, saliva dripping from my mouth, and I look up at him. We make eye contact again and I suddenly realise that I’ve spent my whole life waiting for a black God like this to make me his bitch. He smiles at me, showing his perfect white teeth, and says, ‘now we’re gonna see how good you are at sucking cock’.
A tiny spike of fear rises in me as I realise what’s coming. His eyes glisten as he slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth. I feel a sense of relief as he pulls out inch after inch of meat, but also a deep longing for it to return. I know what’s coming, I know he’s going to fuck my throat as hard as he can. I know I’m going to gag and choke and cough but I don’t care. As soon as he has pulled his dick out of my mouth completely I feel empty. I keep my mouth wide open as his lets his dick hover just millimeters from my lips. I see it twitch, I see the precum dripping from the head. He gently pushes it up against my lips, letting me kiss it, before pulling back. I’m desperate now, I need it back inside me. I edge closer, lick my lips and gesture for him to let me suck again. He lines up his dick with my mouth, guided this time by his hand, and once again forces his meat back into my mouth.
‘Open wide,’ he says, ‘this is going to get rough’.
Him (part 1)
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It’s Thursday, 7.45pm. As always, the tube carriage is packed full. As I stand on the platform waiting for the train to pull up, I sigh and wonder why I didn’t take that job outside the city.
Sweaty, disgruntled people are squashed up against the windows of the carriage as it comes to a stop. The doors slide open and, as always, there’s a mad rush to get on. I usually like to step back and let others on, and sometimes will even wait for the next train, but today I’m not in the mood. I’m late leaving work as it is, so I’m not prepared to wait. So, clutching my backpack tightly I push myself onto the train with everyone else. Stepping into the carriage I’m immediately hit by the smell of sweat. Grown men in suits and ties are baking in the heat. Sweat patches show up on white shirts everywhere and beads of sweat run down faces. I get pushed up against a rather large guy, phone in hand, who smells of cigarettes and booze.
The doors swing shut and the carriage jolts into action. I scan the sea of faces around me. The crowd is mostly commuters, dressed in uncomfortable work clothes. There are three girls chatting loudly, a guy clutching a suitcase and trying to stay out of everyone’s way and then I notice Him. Leaning casually against the glass is a tall, well built Adonis of a man. Dressed immaculately in a dark grey suit, crisp white shirt and deep blue silk tie. He’s about 6 foot, muscular and clutching a gym bag in one hand. His hands are big, strong and defiant. He grips the strap of his bag and I immediately daydream and think of those hands grabbing my waist as he pulls me into a strong, loving embrace.
I snap back to reality. His skin, a beautiful chocolate brown, is flawless. His face is strong, angular and his lips are soft and full. He smiles. I blush. Did he smile at me? The train pulls into the next station and there is an awkward rearrange as people leave the train, and others get on. I move position, closer to Him as people fill up the space behind me. I’m almost standing opposite Him now. My heart beating, I cast my eyes up and lock onto his. He looks back, deep into my eyes and smiles again. Holy fuck he is smiling at me! I go red, look away and smile to myself. Why is this black hunk smiling at me? I’m a skinny white boy; he’s a muscled God. Sure I like to think I’ve got a great ass, but I have never been with anyone anywhere near as hot as Him.
I look back again and this time I don’t look away. He smiles again and slowly traces his hand over the front of his tight trousers, pointing to the growing bulge in his pants. I stare transfixed at the huge mound of flesh in his trousers, and feel myself salivate and my ass twitch with anticipation as I start to see the very definite shape of a hard cock building underneath his suit. Are other people watching this, I think? Is this all a joke? I quickly check around the carriage, but nobody seems to be paying either of us any attention. I look back over at him, lock eye contact, and seductively lick my lips. I make sure to look down at his bulge when I do this and his grin widens even more.
We pull into the next station. Thankfully the crowd reduces as people get off, but no one gets on. There are now fewer people between us, so I am able to stand directly opposite Him. I take in the full view and remind myself just how sexy this man is. I can tell from the way his suit bulges in all the right places that he is not just well built, but that he’s ripped beyond belief. His biceps flex as he adjusts his grip on his gym bag and his pecs twitch as he adjusts his tie. I continue to watch, transfixed. What should I do? How can I make sure I end the night with this mans cock inside me? The lights flicker as the carriage turns a corner and we pull into the next station. He pulls himself up straight, coughs and gestures with his head for me to get off. He raises an eyebrow at me and smiles as he steps towards the open doors. My heart racing, I follow closely behind, stepping off the train and mirroring his steps towards the exit.
A few people brush past me, temporarily blocking my view, but I keep my eyes trained on his red gym bag so as not to lose Him. We reach the foot of the stairs and he stops, steps to one side and let’s our fellow passengers brush past him. I hover, slightly embarrassed a few steps away from Him.
‘I need to see what you got, boy’ he says, with a soft, dominant voice. I look at him, unsure what he means and just smile sheepishly. 'Walk up the steps in front of me and work that ass. Show me what I’ll be playing with’ he says.
My heart continues to pound. This is so fucking hot. I walk towards the stairs, pull of the thin jacket I’d been wearing (to better show my ass in my tight jeans) and very slowly begin to walk up the stairs. With each step I make sure to flex my buttocks to give him the best possible view. I don’t turn around, but I can feel him just a few steps behind me, watching intently. With each step I think about his growing cock, about feeling it warm and thick between my cheeks and how good it would feel sliding in and out of me. As I get to the top step, his hand grabs my left ass cheek and he squeezes it firmly. 'Follow me’, he commands.
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