“That’s it … lick my pits,” I ordered him. “Yeah, that’s how a real man tastes.” My cock was rock hard. “Alright, faggot. You can suck the cum out of me now. I gotta get home to my wife.”
It’s been going on for a few months now. Jesus, if anyone knew. I’m not a faggot. I love pussy. But my wife? Shit, it’s like she lost all interest in sex once we had kids. So it became my daily, post-workout ritual to rub one out in the gym sauna. That’s how the faggot found me.
“I can do that for you,” he offered one day after he walked in on me spanking the monkey on a sauna bench. “What? Jack me off?” I asked, covering up my raging boner with a towel. “Yeah,” the faggot said. “And maybe suck you off, too. I like to worship a big dick like yours.”
Worship. That word. Fuck, I couldn’t remember the last time my wife had paid any attention to my cock. And this faggot wanted to worship my big dick? He even wanted to suck me. Christ. My wife hadn’t gone down on me in years. “OK. It’s all yours,” I said opening my towel and spreading my legs wider so the faggot could have at it.
“No … Not here,” he protested. “The gym is too busy now. We’ll get interrupted. I live just around the block.” And so I followed the faggot back to his place. “Strip down and sit in that chair,” he directed me. “And put your arms behind your head. That way you won’t have to touch me.” The faggot had clearly done this before, which was apparent when I noticed several cum stains on the dark fabric of the chair.
“Just relax,” the faggot encouraged, on his knees between me with his hands on my thighs. And before I knew it, he was treating me to the most amazing ball work I had ever experienced. Holy fuck. He licked and sucked at my ripe, round beauties until I was rock hard and leaking precum down my shaft. But he didn’t stop there. Releasing my balls from his mouth, the faggot worked up my body with his tongue, tasting my nips and then licking up to my hairy pits.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he moaned as he got in there with his tongue and tasted the salty masculinity of my armpits. It was then that his hand finally went to my cock. Jesus, I’d never wanted to be sucked so badly. Teasing me with a few light hand strokes, the faggot then took me all the way down his throat with my balls mashed against his chin.
“Mmm, I love sucking a big dick,” he moaned, coming up briefly for air. He then dove back down on my cock and treated me to the best damn head of my life. The intensity was unreal as he licked and slobbered on my big dick, rhythmically deep throating and edging me with a passioned fervor. I could feel the cum slowly rising in my shaft. Soon, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m gonna bust, man,” I warned the faggot as I tapped him on the head. He immediately took me all the way down his throat and held still as my cock pulsed and released my warm, salty load down his throat. “Fuck … Fuck,” I grunted over and over as my balls emptied. Upon finally releasing me and coming up for air, the faggot wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Damn, your cum is fucking delicious,” he declared as he then licked my shaft clean.
And so the faggot has been servicing me like that several times a week ever since. He’s been pushing to ride my big dick. Raw, of course. I’ve been holding out, not sure if I want to cross that line. But I think I’m ready. If the faggot wants my load up his ass, why the fuck not? It’s not like my wife is coming for it.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
