My name is Timothy, I'm 19 years old, I'm a tall, thin boy, Mexican but I live in the US.
I have curly black hair, olive skin, and light brown eyes. I live with my parents but I'm almost always alone in my room. I always liked dirty, violent sex but I was afraid at the same time so I bought several toys, dildos of different sizes and shapes, I used them until I could see my hole open, I liked to spend hours fucking myself, imagining several men using me and each time using bigger and wider dildos, until I started to be able to fist myself, with difficulty but I managed, I did everything, I remember one time I was very horny and thought a lot about the actor Henry Cavill, the one from Superman, I downloaded all the photos I could find of him shirtless, sweaty, with bulge in his pants, showing his armpits, anything, and I spent hours breaking my ass, I started with smaller ones and increased the size until I got to a dildo wider than my closed fist, thicker than a beer can, with each thrust I gave my ass I felt it was wider, I liked to see so I did it in front of a big mirror in my bathroom and when I took it off I noticed that my little hole was wide and very swollen, that day I went further I wanted that hairy man to destroy me so much, I I drank a few beers and pissed in a glass to pretend it was his piss, I smoked a few cigarettes imagining he was smoking and spat in another glass until it was full to drink and throw in my face pretending it was him, so I did and I fucked myself so hard drinking piss and spit that I came for the first time without touching my dick, this heightened my fantasies, I wanted more, I wanted my hole bigger, wider, more destroyed, I wanted to never cum again if I wasn't being penetrated, I needed an experience like that in real life but I wanted it as much as possible.
I started masturbating my ass almost every day, I went to the gym and places like markets, and cafes, always using plugs, I started using a cage on my penis because I wanted to make it as small as possible, I wanted to get rid of my erections and I only took it off for hygiene. A few months passed and my life was peaceful and quiet. One day at a Starbucks where I went every day, one of the bartenders, let's call him John, was on break and asked if he could sit with me. He was gorgeous, so of course I let him. He was easily 6.5 feet tall, thin but defined. I had already noticed him. Whenever he served me, I could see the hair on his chest sticking out of his shirt and I imagined what it would feel like to run my tongue over him. Dark hair, brown eyes, a thin French mustache, and a goatee. We talked for a while and he went back to work. On a whim, I asked if he wanted to go out for drinks that night. He said he couldn't, but if I wanted, we could watch the football game at his house. I accepted right away and he would send me the address by phone. When I got home, I got ready and shaved my entire body, hoping something would happen. A few hours later, I received a message saying that he was leaving work and the address. I went to the place, it was a trailer park, a dark place, but it wasn't scary, but it was dirty. He was waiting for me in front of one of the trailers, already holding a can of beer, his black button-down shirt open, showing a little more of his chest. He greeted me with a hug and, God, what a nice, masculine smell, a woody smell mixed with sweat. I entered his trailer and wasn't surprised to see that it wasn't clean. There was no dirt on the floor or anything like that, but there were beer cans scattered everywhere, dishes on the sink, and the whole place smelled like cigarettes. He took me to the ripped black leather couch in front of a small TV and turned on the game. He gave me a beer and sat down next to me, opening a new can. Now under the light, I could see his back, he was toned, and his chest was very hairy, as was his belly, I couldn't take my eyes off him and I wanted him to notice. He was so engrossed in the game that it seemed he forgot I was there, he took off his shirt and lit a cigarette, yelling at the players on the other side of the screen. I brought a small metal trash can in front of him and between puffs I spat into the trash can that was full of papers. That was heaven for me but I wanted more than to watch the game with him. "So..." I said "can I ask you a question? But you have to promise me you won't get mad!" He spat in the trash can once more and looked at me “Say”
“I… I confess that I’m afraid I misunderstood but I’m super interested in you, since you called me here I thought you were too” I asked
“I was going to wait for the game to end to fuck you but since you want it so much, you can suck me while the game goes on, I can see that you’re not very interested”
I didn’t need to hear anymore, I took off my coat and got ready but before starting I knelt in front of him and asked, "Is there anything you prefer?" He didn't answer, he just put the cigarette between his lips, took off his belt, and pulled down his jeans. His penis was still flaccid, it was thick but not exaggerated, the hair above it was trimmed but the balls were shaved, and the head was very red. I started sucking slowly in a back-and-forth motion and I felt that piece of flesh harden and grow until it was hard not to choke on it hitting the back of my throat. I started using my hands but he pulled them away and told me to continue using only my mouth. He kept drinking and smoking while I sucked like a bitch. At one point he went to spit in the trash and I opened my mouth in front of him with a silent request that he go in my mouth. He understood and laughed but spat directly in my mouth and seemed happy with the scene when he saw me return my mouth to his now rigid and drooling cock dripping pre-cum. I kept doing this for a long time without any sign that he was going to cum, so I asked him to stop for a while because my mouth was hurting. Without saying anything, he got up and turned me over, leaning my head against the couch. He leaned over me and thrust his cock into my mouth until I felt his trimmed pubes scratch my nose and his balls hit my chin. He started fucking my mouth with strong thrusts and moaned with pleasure. I was covered in drool when he stopped and said he was close but didn't want to cum yet.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"How about making me relax a little? Do you know how to massage feet?"
I just nodded. He sat back down on the couch, panting, lit a new cigarette and, still with his erect cock, pulled up his pants. That image of that man with a hairy chest, asking me to serve him, made my imagination run wild. I immediately thought of my idol Henry, and I thought that maybe humiliating myself a little more would satisfy me too.
"Do you mind if I take my clothes off so I can give you a massage?"
"Yours?" He asked “Sure”
So I did, and he seemed scared when he saw the cage on my micro penis “What is that?” He asked, lightly touching the cage
“It’s to make sure I don’t cum, or only cum if it’s through anal penetration” I replied
He didn’t ask any more questions, he was a guy who was into himself, and he understood things quickly. So now naked I knelt again in front of him, and started by taking off his sneakers, then his socks, and I smelled one of them, a man’s scent, there was no smell of foot odor, but it was the smell of someone who had worn the shoe all day.
I started massaging his left foot, he had some hair on his toes, but my head was still imagining myself doing that with Henry, so after a few minutes I couldn't resist and started licking his toes, which he didn't complain about. I did this on both feet while I massaged him, but after a while, I begged him to let me lick his chest. He agreed and so I started with his nipples, sucking and nibbling, but I couldn't resist and started licking his chest like an animal. The taste of sweat was delirious. I just regretted that it was Henry there making me look like a whore. While I was with my eyes closed on his lap licking his chest, feeling each hair on my tongue, I felt something wet on my ass. He was spitting on his fingers and rubbing it on me. I then felt the first finger enter my hole, then 2 fingers, and then 3, until he realized that his cock would fit without effort. I felt the head of his dick rubbing against my ass but I didn't stop. I kept licking his chest and then I felt his cock all over me. I moaned loudly, so I started to sit up and down on him, grinding slowly and hearing that deep voice moaning. I did that for a while until he threw me on the couch, turned me over, got me on all fours, and started fucking me hard and fast, making me bite my lips and moan loudly, louder and louder until I finally felt the spurt coming from me. I was cumming even though I was still locked in the cage. It didn't take long for him to moan louder and louder and thrust hard and deep until I felt the warm liquid inside my guts. When he finished, he sat on the floor, panting and sweaty. I wanted even more, but he was exhausted.
"You can go," he said. "Now that we're done, I need to rest, but we need to do it again." He laughed maliciously. "When I see you at the café next time, I'll give you something to remember me by, now get lost." I put on my clothes and before leaving, I asked, "Can I take something with me?"
"What?" You trash can, I'll pay you for another one but I wanted to drink everything you spat in it"
He laughed out loud but agreed, so I left, arriving home with adrenaline running through my veins, I took off my clothes, and grabbed my biggest dildo but before sticking it in myself I took all the papers out of his trash can, at the bottom there was a puddle of a viscous liquid, it smelled like saliva, disgusted but driven by lust I turned the bucket over in my mouth and swallowed, I ended the night fucking my ass, using his cum as a lubricant and only fell asleep when I came twice more.
