More often than not I consider myself nothing more than a faggot hole who’s sole purpose is to serve men, to satiate their sexual needs. No emotional connection expected, just pure physical release of pent up sexual energy.
I met a married (to a woman) Black bull of a man, 47, 6’5”, big 9 inch cut cock, thick, former linebacker in college and still worked out. His chest pics told me everything I needed to know. Brawny, big pecs, covered in black wiry hair, two perky nipples extending outward. This man was a bull. His thighs could crush anyone. Being married, he was not at all interested in revealing his identity. I didn’t need him to.
His profile read that if he was online he was looking. He wanted a submissive bottom willing to serve as nothing more than a hole for his cock, but his condition was complete anonymity, the bottom must be hooded and/or blindfolded. I sent him a message explaining I was available to host and would be more than willing to host him if he needed to get off.
In no time, Rodney, if that was his real name, responded and said my location wasn’t too far from his office and could come by during lunchtime. That worked out well because I was working remotely that day. I spent the late morning getting ready and put on an old school white Bike jockstrap. I left my front door unlocked and at 12:15pm, I heard my door open and close from the bedroom and footsteps approaching. I had my hood and blindfold on so it was complete darkness for me. I was ass up, presenting as I had my head down against my crossed arms.
”Ohhhh very, very nice. Nice ass, man.”
The anonymous voice sounded deep, baritone, and a little raspy like someone who either still smokes or used to. I heard rustling of clothes behind me and then a cold finger scratching at my entrance.
”Nice hole, can’t wait to get my big dick in there. Turn around, let me get in ya mouth”, he said.
I turned around, and because I could not see anything. I didn’t try to lunge for his fuckstick. The stranger placed two fat fingers into my mouth, sticking them all the way down my throat and then using them to stretch my cheeks and then he used three, fucking my face with them.
Then he lowered my head with the back of his hands.
”Open wide for me!”, he commanded.
That huge mushroom head of a cock laid on my outstretched tongue. Rodney pushed my body so I was now laying flat on my stomach, my head slightly beyond the edge of the bed. I felt two large hands clasp around my head and more of his thick pulsing inches snaked across my tongue and began to enter my throat. I began to gag just a little. He stopped, slapped my cheek and said, “open more, breathe through your nose. Come on, let me in there!”
I had been throat fucked to the verge of passing out many many times. I had a sense this was going to be another of those times, and I was right. Rodney squeezed my nostrils closed, the other hand on the back of my head, and my throat became his fleshlight, copious globs of slime began to drip down my face, hearing my throat gurgle around his thick meat made my cock twitch. Rodney wasn’t afraid to really take it to me, my eyes were watering and when he finally pulled out I was gasping for air.
”Flip over. Hang your head off the bed.”
I loved his porn movie star direction as he placed his huge unshaved nuts over my face and then had me stick out my tongue so his balls could be tongue bathed. They smelled like musk and soap, a slight taste of cocoa butter lotion and soap. Then he guided his torpedo into my mouth, and once again, I was choking seriously on his snake, my saliva everywhere. His cock was extremely wet and coated in throat slime.
”I need to get in that hole!”
I definitely didn’t want to stop the momentum by finding lube. I trusted I’d worked enough goo on his anaconda for him to get up in me. I resumed the initial position and felt his very large hands on each cheek as he spread them, found my hole, and bluntly pushed that thick dick past my ballon knot. Just a couple of inches had me crying out, “ohhh yes, give me that big dick, Sir!”
I felt my smile grow from ear to ear as that cock bottomed out inside me. A hard smack to the fanny preceded a major plowing of the asshole, had me panting and praying to the lord above as his cock was sending me straight to heaven. His cock was a nine inch pipe, digging up inside me, his pace increased as his grip on my hips tightened. I heard and felt those thunder thighs clapping up against me. I cried out, “ohhh yes, fuck me. Give me that dick! Pound me harder, Sir!”
When Rodney realized I was no amateur he flipped me over, grabbed my ankles and placed them on his right shoulder and held them right there as he fucked me stupid. I was babbling again making all kinds of fuck noises as his cock dug deeper and deeper inside my guts. He began to growl and grunt as he threw himself completely into our fuck.
“What a great fuck hole! Oh fuck that feels good on my dick! You have an amazing fuck hole, man!”
I threw my legs back to give him an even deeper target and then he went to pound town. I felt his physique over me, holding on to his biceps as his cock danced in my butthole and with one final deep plunge, his cock exploded inside me.
“Uuugggh, uuugh, grrrrr, oh fuck, oh fuck!”, he cried out as his seed planted my hole. I squeezed my ass tightly around his impaled dick, and milked out whatever I could.
Rodney slapped me on the ass and told me not to move until he left. He took his time getting his clothes back on his body, and then another swift ass swat and a chuckle before heading out.
“Thanks man. That was fun.”, were the last words Rodney spoke as he left my place.
As soon as my door closed I removed the mask and sent him a message thanking him for a great time. His response was a black thumbs up emoji.
After he left, I felt like I was on another planet. My hole full of his jizz. I just closed my eyes and my heart rate slowed, and I fell asleep with a load of bull cum imbedded deep into my bowels. It was bliss!
