“What’s up fag?”, was the text I received Thursday afternoon from Jace.
”At work, Sir.”, I replied.
”7”
”OK”
And just like that our sex date had been set. I was surprised the first text didn’t simply state “7”, because deep down I knew Jace could care less about what was up. That Black bull needed to get off, to breed, and needed to use my holes to make it happen.
As usual, after I set a sex date with Jace, I can no longer focus on my work. I sat at my desk and daydream. I think about the hundreds of times Jace’s magnificent cock has abused me over the years, how much of his seed he’s ejaculated into my mouth and ass, the many positions he’s flexed my body into for his purpose.
Damn, a stain had formed on my khakis as my right hand played with my balls. In this metal cage, my shaft is denied of any manual stimulation. My dick has been locked up for a significant portion of 2024 with very limited days of cock freedom. There are times when I really miss the feeling of an erection, but honestly, a true fag like me learned a long time ago that only real men are worthy of such pleasures, and fags like me, well…we know our low place on the totem pole, and I am happy to be there. Comfortable in my own faggotry.
I left work an hour early because I was just too horned up to work any longer. There was no point in forcing it. The first thing I did was strip out of my clothes and hit the shower. I used my douche hose for a deep cleanse. Once I was pristine, I made sure to use my shaver to ensure I was smooth from head to toe; with the exception of the short beard on my face, which I also trimmed.
I still had a good amount of time to spare so I poured a glass of white wine, took out some of my toys from my toy chest, some lube, logged into TimTales on my smart TV for audio and visual stimulation and had some fun. No poppers, no gummies, no other enhancements. When I’m with Jace, I want to be always fully alert and coherent to meet his needs and to feel his fuck muscle straining my throat, stretching and pounding my ass.
I watched the latest release on the porn site, that hairy and bearded hunk, Leandro, was fucking the hell out of the hairy muscle hunk, Zeb, as I fingered myself and then went to a larger toy when my fingers weren’t enough. When Leandro busted his nut, first on Zeb’s ass, and finishing off inside it, that was fucking amazing. My hole was wide open now and my cock hadn’t stopped leaking for the past 10 minutes. I knew if I went to a larger dildo, likely it would have taken me to climax, but I wanted to be good and hungry for Jace, so I stopped everything, turned off my TV, put on a new Locker Room boxer brief jock, all black with white piping. It was the first time I’d worn it and I really liked how the pouch fit over the cage and my smooth white ass was readily available. Then some jeans and shirt, slip on shoes and out the door I went.
Jace’s door was open. He was there naked in his living room lying back on his recliner, hard cock in his hand, some random interracial porn on his screen. Next to him on his side table was an open can of Bud, his cigarettes, lighter and ashtray and a bottle of Amsterdam poppers.
I’m always in awe of this God of a man. To me, he has the most attractive body. A bearded face with a permanent scowl, letting everyone know he’s the boss. A well-sculpted muscled body from years of manual labor (construction), hairy chest, thick legs, and that huge 8+ inches of horse meat dangling between his legs with perfect plum sized balls. Everything about him screams Big Dick Energy, he’s everything I’m not, and that’s why it works for us.
I didn’t want to get caught staring, as I have in the past. I shucked my clothes and knelt at the edge of the recliner. Jace’s size 12 feet were resting there. I leaned in and took a whiff of his left foot before kissing his big toe and then placed it into my mouth. Jace lit a cigarette as he sat there watching me and the tv, while I massaged his feet, licked his toes, the bottom of his feet with my tongue, knowing these were the feet of a man who works hard all day. A man’s man. I’d hear occasional light moans emitting from Jace’s lips, but he enjoyed his cigarette while I made him feel good.
Jace finished his last drag then sat upright so his cock was in my face. He took a sniff of poppers, didn’t offer any to me, and raised his arms over his head, hands clasped, as he felt the rush and I engulfed his entire hardon down my throat. My nose smelling his musk, I didn’t need the poppers, I was getting off on Jace’s scent. I know Jace enjoys it when I bob up and down on his cock from tip to base, and I always make sure to slobber all over it, my throat goo bubbling and clear strands drooling down my chin, onto his balls. Jace loves it when I show my enthusiasm and love for his cock as I feast out, slapping my own face with it, rubbing his cock and balls all over my beard, licking and sucking his balls. Moaning like a two dollar whore.
Jace took a swig of beer, held my head all the way down on his fuckstick and stood up. One hand under my chin the other remaining in my head, he fucked his pole into my skull. I held onto his legs to steady myself and looked up at his face. His eyes closed, his hips thrusting, maneuvering me at whim to achieve maximum pleasure around his cock. I’d relaxed my gag reflex and was breathing heavily through my nose. Jace sometimes pinches my nose shut with his fingers and just pounds the hell out of my face until I am gasping for air. I love how Jace pushes me to the brink, and I feel safe with him. I know he is not going to do anything to harm me, but he does enjoy pushing my limits.
My eyes were tearing badly, there was so much drool on my cheeks, Jace’s balls, it was messy. Jace had me now with my back to the sofa, my head back on the sofa cushion as he took a position above me. With both hands he raised the back of my head slightly and once again a relentless skull fuck ensued. Jace became quite verbal, grunting as his entire body flexed and tightened, one last slam into my oral cavity and he howled to the moon, so much hot cum blasted down my throat, some dripping out each side of my lips as his cock kept firing off. I felt at least 7 or 8 cock twitches for sure.
Jace wiped his cock on my face and sat on the sofa. I remained on the floor, breathing heavily, desperately recovering from the rigorous skull fuck I’d just had. I was in heaven, my body tingled and I felt lighter. That’s how you know you’re a faggot, everything feels good, peaceful, you’ve done your job.
I didn’t get to wallow in the rush for too long.
“Get me another beer, faggot.”
Jace’s breathing returned to normal as he swigged on the beer and this time, smoked some pot from his pipe. I sat on the floor next to him, waiting to see what he needed next.
”You gettin’ lazy. Lick my balls!”
I dove in to lick his balls, and I found myself soon licking his taint, lifting his balls up with my hand, my tongue moved even lower and next thing I know Jace is raising his legs and giving me access to his asshole. It smelt musky and sweaty but not rancid at all, so I indulged and imagined Jace, this bull, laying back while having his hole rimmed. In the position I was, under him, I couldn’t see. Jace pulled my head up, placed it over his rigid cock, his legs now over my shoulders and he jack his hips up and down, deep throating me again.
Like an animal, he threw me off him, pushed me so I was bent over the side of the sofa and penetrated me, his cock so slick from my own saliva. He pinned me down pushing on my back as I felt that hardness thrash my poor fuck hole. I closed my eyes and thought about how Zeb fully submitted his ass to Leandro, and I loosened up, and I felt Jace’s cock slip inside me even further as I moaned out loud.
”Oh fuck me! Fuck me, please!”
Jace slapped my ass hard.
“I’ll fuck you faggot, no need to beg for it! I’ve got ya!”
And then the dick down ensued. I felt Jace’s one hand on the back of my head, the other on my right hip, gripping tightly and he fucked into me long and deep, faster, harder, grunting like a bear, in a frenzy. His hips smashing into mine, the loud sound of flesh on flesh, his sweat scent filling my head making me dizzy with lust as he creamed I shouted, “oh yes, yes, give me that seed, Sir! Fuck yes! As Jace slapped my ass several more times, fucking his nut inside me, then collapsing onto my back, a sweaty, sticky mess.
Jace pulled out and walked toward the bathroom. I dressed and left. It felt like I was flying as I walked home. I loved knowing I had been filled with Jace’s Alpha seed and would have it infiltrating my innards as I slept like a baby, a smile on my face. That’s what happens after a phenomenal dick down!
