No. This wasn't a "Let me suck your Dick" situation. Most gay guys would line up for a chance to suck his 11x7 dick, bottoms and tops. This straight man however would never allow his dick to please a queer. Making a faggot hurt gave him self-pleasure.
"Yes I will" were my words, agreeing to meet a married man from the Internet. His picture was so perfect. And yes it really was him. He's 34 years old, 6'4" tall, well defined and yes a big dick. He wanted to know everything about me before I was allowed to meet him. He liked me being 21 and skinny. Mostly things we chatted about online were ways for me to suck him off. He liked the idea of his cum in my blond hair, or jetting his sperm deep into my throat.. But he made it very clear that he would never fuck me or any male and that no other male would ever taste his cum. "Yeah right" I'm thinking. What's he going to do, pull out early?
At 9:00pm I met him online ready for my drive of over 100 miles to meet him in person at Midnight. It's my first time doing something like this but he guided me to the exact place to meet. While driving miles of Mississippi back roads just to suck his dick, I remembered his thoughts of "shooting cum across an outstretched tongue from an open mouth". That however he would only do with girls. The picture of his thick long dick was tattooed to my dick-craving mind. I had never seen one that big, But soon I would.
The place of meeting was the men's room of an old country store that closed after dark. The country road had led me to the middle of nowhere when I found it. The building looked to be almost falling down. I parked in back as told. The old rusted metal door of the men's room was hard to pull open and would not completely close. "Be in the stall and wait for me" he had demanded. I walked past the sink and urinal to find a stall with no door. The time was exactly midnight so I pulled down my pants and sat down to wait for him.
The overhead light flickered to shine light on a hole in the stall wall. The round hole about the size of a Pepsi can had surly been made for a purpose. Around the bottom of the hole I could see dried white stains as if leaking downward on the wall. On the other side was the urinal. Ok, now I understood why he wanted me on this side of the wall. I started to envision him sticking his dick through the hole for me to suck. Somehow it didn't seem fair that all I would ever see of him was his dick.
Minutes seemed like lonely hours of waiting. The sound of crickets was like a second hand on a watch reminding me of every second that he still wasn't there. The time had to be at least 1:00 am by now. OK! So I was the fool. Standing up, I pulled up my pants to leave. Then I heard the rough screeching sound of the old metal door opening. Quickly I sat back down. The buckle from my belt hit the floor and resounded in echoes from the concrete walls of this bare cold room.
A man walked in and headed straight to the urinal on the other side of the wall. He didn't look to see if anyone was in the stall. Under the wall I could only see dry mud on his workboats and his jeans. Was it him or what? Was this man going to fuck me up if I made a move? Had I been set up?
I wanted to leave but knew I couldn't get past him if he was there to beat up a fag or something. I waited thinking he maybe will leave or maybe it was really him. Why hadn't he put his dick through the hole to be sucked? Why didn't he even look at me when he walked in?
Between questions in my head and the long silence, I had to find out. As I crept off the toilet to my knees, I knelt in front of the hole to look. Still he stood and I could see his arm so full of muscle. I went closer to the hole to see more. I could then see his arm muscles flexing as he stroked a dick much bigger than he had claimed.
On my knees I opened my mouth to the hole in the wall. I would try to suck him and take as much of it as possible. Maybe he wanted me to choke on taking his huge dick. I put my lips further in the hole opening my mouth as my eyes could only see the brown wall. Then he whispered something I couldn't hear. "What?" I whispered back.
"Let me see your ass" He repeated. "My ass?" I asked. "Yes" was his conformation. This was not what I had expected but still I bent over the toilet so he could see through the hole. Then he said.. "No". "Spread your ass open wide and put it against the hole". I did as he asked. Bending over, I spread my ass wide open and pressed it to the hole and waited.
Nothing more was spoken as I began to feel his finger rubbing something over my hole like a lubricant being smeared on it. The next touch again was more lube with his finger but this time it went inside my hole not even an inch. He would put his finger barely in and pull right back out and was working fast between the lube and only his fingertip going in. Then again I waited with my naked hole pressed hard to the wall. He must be putting on a condom?
Next I could feel something small like a piece of plastic about the size of a pencil sliding inside my hole. Did he need to lube me even deeper because his finger would not? What was this? Then it came inside of me fast. I could feel my ass being filled with some kind of thick-like paste or something. What kind of lube was this and why so much? When he grunted, I felt the final squeeze of the tube shooting the last of it inside me. Then the nozzle was removed.
Just then it started to burn. Then fast it started to burn more. Then it felt like my asshole was on fire from the inside out! Pulling away from the hole, I fell to the floor in pain. Standing up, I tried to get to the toilet but my pants were down to my shoes. I tried with my feet to get them off.
Then I saw him as he walked around to my side of the wall to watch me. "Yeah, dance for me" he said.
"Oh my God, what is it?" I screamed out in pain.
"Did that warm ya up?" he asked as he pleasured himself..
As I found the toilet seat and sat down, tears filled my eyes from the pain. He watched my every move as he began to stroke himself. I was trying hard to force out whatever was inside me; it started to burn even more coming out. He made a step closer to me as if to show me how hard he was now jacking his huge dick.
My ass was on fire. I looked for toilet paper but there was none. I pulled off my shirt to wipe myself but it only made it burn worse by spreading it around more. I stood up fanning my ass. The man burst out in a thunderous voice laughing at me as he continued to stroke himself. Looking down, suddenly under the stall wall I saw something with a nozzle attached to it. It looked like toothpaste but the tube was different. He began to laugh once again as I began to read "Ben Gay" on the RED label.
That's when I realized what was actually happening. He had used a nozzle to fill my ass deep with Ben Gay and the strongest version of it. Now his pleasure would be watching my ass burn and to watch what I might try just to stop the burning. He already knew nothing would stop the pain. Now he would jack off to my suffering. Watching a hands free no escape torture.
Trying to find the sink for water, I cupped my hands together under the faucet and bent over to splash my ass with cold water as fast as I could. Yet it would only renew the burning all over again. It was as if I couldn't let either of my feet touch the floor before having to move again.. And totally naked as he watched.
Leaning back against the wall, he had unbuttoned his work uniform shirt. "Yeah.. Dance for me boy!" He said again as he rubbed his muscular chest with one hand and slowly stroked his thick hard dick with the other. I screamed out crying.. Asking him how to stop the pain please. He began to moan in self-pleasure and said "there is no way to stop it. Just enjoy it faggot".
The fire in my hole needed ice or something very cold. Looking around the room I went back to the toilet. The chrome flush handle should be cold. I spread my ass bending down, put it to my hole and pressed back until it went inside. The cold object felt really good. Seeking relief I moved my ass around allowing the cold handle inside me to give temporary comfort. The toilet would flush over and over as he watched enjoying every moment. Then he walked into the stall and looked down to closely see the insertion inside my hole. His massive Dick was so hard from his unzipped pants. He said "Yeah, I'm ready to cum now."
I didn't know what he was doing when he pulled me up. The handle came out of my ass just as he used his boot to kick up the seat on the toilet. "Stupid fagot" he said as he aligned me in front of the toilet. His one quick boot to my stomach landed my ass deep inside the toilet water and my legs flew up in the air. Quickly he moved to press my legs to the wall behind me and stated.. "Open your fucking mouth faggot!"
Opening my mouth, he slid his dick in slow but steady. I knew it was big but didn't realize it would stretch my mouth or make my jaws hurt from opening that wide. As he kept shoving it in, his dick had reached my throat and I began to cough and choke. Then he shoved it all in fast like 4 more inches. I was choking because it was now down my throat. Still he held it there as if my throat reaction felt good on his dick. When finally I was able to breathe again, all I could smell was his thick sweaty pubic hair covering nose and face.
Slowly he pulled out of my throat until my lips were just around his dickhead. My lips were resting at the point just past the head where his foreskin would start. When he drove his dick in faster this time down my throat and held it there again for the feeling. I could feel his dick swelling even bigger as I tried to breathe. I wasn't ready for what was about to happen.
To better position himself, he let my legs down and the back of my head was now against the back of the toilet seat. This time when his dick entered my open mouth it was like a wild animal that had to breed. He locked his hands behind my head and began to fuck my throat with rage as if I was a blow up doll. My body couldn't take what was happening to me. My legs were kicking out in the air as I was being choked on his dick. I would be choked until he was done.
He was swelling inside my throat. I tried to breathe but almost couldn't. He began to groan his manly groan once again. His dick was so far down my throat. Exactly where he wanted it to be.. He was right. I would not have the pleasure of tasting his cum. His dick began to swell even bigger stretching my mouth and throat as he gave one final hard thrust pushing his meat in to the hilt. "Ahhhh" he let out as his thick cock began to spasm making my jaws feel like they were actually going to dislocate. Then came the spurts of hot man cream as he moaned in ecstasy. There was no time between the blasts of hot cum. It was like a steady stream going straight down my throat as if someone had shoved a water hose in and turned it on. Swallowing wasn't an option. I couldn't breathe as the flow continued on for what seemed like an eternity. It felt like I had swallowed quarts of his sperm by the time he finished emptying his nuts completely.
"Whew DAMN!" He spoke as he began to slowly back up pulling out his dick. I could feel his huge dickhead coming out of my throat. When it was a little more than halfway out. I began to choke on the head touching my tonsils. He stopped and held it there for a few seconds almost like a final gesture before pulling the rest of himself out.
My jaws ached so badly. It hurt too much too fully close my mouth. My asshole still felt like a fresh fire had been lit inside.. And I was there stuffed inside a public toilet naked. My mind was so clouded as if I was in a dream word. He began to button up his shirt as his dick was still hanging out in front of me. The expression on his face seemed to say.. Yeah I make the rules. I used you and now I'm finishing up here. Looking at his dick, I couldn't believe that all of it was actually down my throat. Looking at its size I tried to imagine where (and how far) inside my body the end of his tool must have been.
Tucking his shirt back into his pants, his dick still hung out from his zipper and still standing in front of me. He made sure the last part of is body that I could see was his dick. It would dwell in my mind over again what it had done to me. My last view of him would be his hand placing his massive dick back inside his jeans. As he walked away I heard the metal door open then pushed shut.. Later followed by the sound of an engine starting and him driving away.
Gathering my clothes from the floor, I put on my jeans (leaving my shirt behind) for my drive home. I would never forget this night. Opening the door to my apartment, the clock on the cable box showed 4:22am. Walking into my bedroom the computer was still on. The lotion bottle beside my bed captured my attention. I had always used it to jack off but tonight it would sooth my burning asshole.
Bending over my bed rubbing the lotion on my ass and squirting it inside me, the pain quickly began to subside. My ass felt almost numb now but no longer hurt. Behind me, the "Zinnng" from my computer signaled an Instant Message. Yes it was he, the man whose name I still do not know. His message read.. "you need some more faggot?" I totally froze reading it. His next message came fast and stated; "tonight again same time yes or no?" I said yes. His next and final message read.. "you need to hurt for a mans dick. BE THERE!"
I Welcome feedback of any kind... Chris