I knew I was gay from my teens. Men always had my attention. Not the effeminate ones with Martha Stewart china, but the gruff, tough guys who every girl seemed to dislike. I wanted a damn construction worker or a weight lifter. I'd find romance somewhere else, but an animal like guy always drew my stare. It took a while but I finally figured out that more than anything I love to give blowjobs, and more than anything, I like to get fucked hard in the mouth.
I met this pig in the bathroom at the Cubs game back when they still had trough urinals you could pee in. Privacy was only had through strict control of your gaze. I got tix at the last minute and couldn't find anyone to go with me. I needed to relieve myself in the third inning and headed for the john. It was one of those long ballpark pisses because I'd had a few beers. After a few guys had come up and gone, a different guy with more presence sidled up to the trough and unzipped. He had my attention because he was unusually big. I immediately think of a big guy holding me down and dominating me.
Now I'm as restrained as the next guy but when a guy hefts a cock as big as this one, it gets my attention. I tried to avoid looking but at a certain point, with his massive stream dwarfing the noise of mine, I had to glance down. That was the kiss of death. When I got a visual of his huge dick, I glanced away fast. Although effort was made to act non-chalant, my facial expression had it's own agenda, and my eyebrows jumped like a reflex.
He noticed. I was embarrassed, but maybe he hadn't seen it. The only other person in the john dried his hands and left.
After a few beats he spoke... "Hey pee-wee," he said, "You can't hide it"
"Uhhh... hide what?"
"You're a cocksucker."
"No, I'm not" I protested feebly. I excused myself and zipped up.
"Well, you are today" As I tried to pull away he grabbed me by the hair. Without regard to his cock hanging out of his pants, he spun around forced me to a stall and shoved me into it. I fell against the toilet and he squeezed himself in and closed the door. I heard the bathroom door open and another person entered. He made a fist and motioned to be quiet with his finger. The other guy finished up and washed his hands, this guy gripped my by my shirt and lifted me against the wall.
After the other guy exited, this tough mother fucker cut to the chase, "You're a faggot, but even if you aren't you're going to suck my cock." He dropped me and I fell to the floor, level with his huge dick. It was a gruesome piece of meat. It was so heavy it bowed downward and the hood hung over the tip like a nozzle. "Don't fuck with me... Start sucking."
This guy was accustomed to getting his way. I'm sure even the straight guys he had done this to had cause to reconsider. How many breeders had this guy ruined? I wondered as I leaned forward and came close enough to his cock to smell it. His cock smelled like a cock does after it's been in your pants all day. It was about nine inches long and I could see he was unabashedly proud of it.
"Kiss it, you cunt." I love foul aggressive foul-mouthed men so I hit pay dirt. I can convert to any kink if a rough guy forces me into it. I bowed towards it, got a stronger whiff and felt the musky heat as I kissed it. When in the presence of a major cock, my mouth automatically forms an "O" and my tongue extends to cover my lower teeth. It's got to be like what a horny bitch does. This did not escape him.
"Look at you, you're disgusting! You are a cocksucker. That's as pathetic as a man can get." I felt bad and looked down. "C'mon get me off, It's not like you don't have experience at this"
I reached up and got a grip on it. His meat filled my hand and I tugged on it to retract the skin. I was stunned to find his cock was unclean. "Only one way to be a nastier cocksucker than most, clean me up." I grimaced and moved in. As I tongued the tip trying to dislodge the flakes and clumps he talked me through it. "Yeah... Even my girlfriend won't do that. You pig." I was mortified but a tough enough guy can make me aroused by any form of domination, soon I was happily glossing his cockhead and my tongue was coated with my reward.
"Alright you have about four minutes to get me off" he said. I stretched my mouth into a receptacle for his penis and plunged my face down onto it. To a cocksucker the only thing better than being an inch or tow from a cock, is the same cock gone from view because it's pointing towards your stomach, down your throat. There is no greater bliss than feeling a big hard piece of meat in your mouth, reminding you of your role in the world. I felt the bomb-shaped cock pushing past my tonsils. Immediately my throat expanded to receive his meat. As my lips slowly pressed towards his bush, his cock disappeared into me. With minor gagging I had accommodated his thick member. As he withdrew, his cock resheathed itself and trailed a stream of lube on my tongue. The next plunge was easier. He grabbed hold of my ears and took command of the blowjob. Noises I had no control of belched out around his cock. His thrusts were so rapid, I that I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen. Instead I lost all control of the blowjob and went limp from submission while he pounded away.
"Fag" he taunted. "This belongs in pussies. Do you know how many pussies I've knocked up with this cock?" This kind of talk just makes me harder.
He didn't clue me in but the thought that his cock had been used to make babies, made my stiff cock drip in my underwear. Who can figure out lust? I'm the type of guy who can only come with a big one in my mouth, so I pulled out my cock and began working towards that goal.
"Not on my shoes faggot!" he said "in your underwear."
I released my load into my shorts as he continued using my face to get off.
"Get up here" he said and yanked me up. He pulled me close as if to kiss me, which would have been a surprise given his earlier comments, but he didn't. He continued to jack off and it took me a second to realize he was getting off on smelling his own cock on my breath.
"I'm coming" he moaned and shoved me onto the floor. He shot a massive glurp of jizz onto my eyelid and I was soon wearing his fragrant hot load on my face.
He bent over and I didn't understand why, but he ripped the wallet from my loosened jeans. He yanked my license out and through my wallet on the ground.
"You are going to meet me next Friday at 10' O'clock 2 blocks from here at P***** s, to get you license back. After that you are going to service me when I choose, because I'm a cop and I have your name Todd Bennett. Get out of here." His pants and it's treasure were zipped up pretty quickly.
Two buddies walked in. I went to the sink to wash my face of, but he shouted at me, "Get out of here", then to the other guy "Faggot tried to hit on me."
I was far enough away that those guys would have had a hard time making out the load on my face, and I was already embarrassed and facing away. I exited the bathroom, trying my best to conceal the proof of what I had just done. I eyed a stack of napkins near a hot dog stand by the exit and aimed that way. At the last minute a beer vendor got in the way so I just left the park. The load on my face and the other in my pants made me ashamed. I hailed a cab, glad taxi-drivers never really looked back at the passengers and sped home. After getting inside, my libido had recharged and I was excited and stiff again at the way I had just been used. I looked in the mirror and saw the beautiful mess he made on my face. A few of his crotch hairs mixed in with it. I was a very proud cocksucker, and stiffened at the thought of next Friday..
By BlowChicago I'm a devoted cocksucker. Aggressive hung uncut guys always have a place in my face. Write me with your comments and propostions if you're in Chicago - vector_65@hotmail.com