You should make a  living sucking dick."  I heard Hunky gasp in a breathy voice.I didn't answer him because his fat cock was stuffed in my mouth.  His meat filled my head until I thought it would emerge from my skull.  We had only finished fucking, after he told me his story, about twenty minutes ago and now I was feasting on his foot long dick.  I sucked hard and ran my tongue over his tool like the faggot bottom I am.  The head bumped over my lips, making them tingle from the friction.  I covered my teeth with my tingly lips and munched on the twitching head.  Hunky moaned his appreciation as I chewed. "Yeah, work that head you faggot."  He grunted. 

 "Yeah bitch, take that dick.  Fuckin' take it all.  Choke on that cock you faggot bitch"  He urged through gritted teeth.  "Gonna paint your tonsils with this load." His hands on the back of my head urging me on, was almost more than I could take.  I felt my load churn in my balls and my dick tingled in anticipation of swallowing his load for the first time.  I sounded like a freight train going uphill as I took in air on the up stroke and grunted my exhilaration on the down stroke. I wanted his cum in my mouth, marking his territory. 

I needed to feel it's sliminess on my tongue.  I wanted it spurting from my nose and leaving a hot trail to my stomach.. "Fuck yeah.  Hot cocksucker on my dick.  Take it!"  He gasped as he buried his pole to the root in my throat.  I am a bottom faggot cocksucker.  I rubbed it with my stubble, trying to coax his seed to shoot.  He was standing over me, on his flexed tiptoes with his knees bent out, fucking my mouth with long insistent strokes and probing assaults from his hips.  I could feel his ass cheeks in each of my hands, hard and dimpled as he assaulted my mouth. 

He bent over my head as my throat became the center of his universe, cradling my head in his forearms like a running back with a football.  The end of his dick was the focus of our attention. Where the head met my tongue became ground zero, a few square centimeters of the most intense pleasure to be found in this world. I felt my cock twitch uncontrollably as my own load started its inevitable climb up my shaft.  My grunts became a growl that rose from my throat in direct proportion to the pummeling from Hunky's hot poker. 

I felt my cum hit the air and spew as Hunky went fuck-crazy on me.  Stars burst in my brain as he chose a rhythm that defied belief, working the throat fuck to maximum effect. Hunky howled as he delivered a massive load of ball lava to my hungry throat.   Hunky's howl changed to a low moan as I slowed, slurping and reveling on his cock as it jerked between my burning lips.  I licked his shiny shaft until it started to soften.  It became flexible and fit my mouth perfectly.

"Damn dude."  Hunky gasped as he came down off of his toes and slid down the refrigerator, coming to rest on the floor in front of me with his hose rooted in my mouth.  "That was intense as fuck."I came off his dick and kissed the head, sitting back on my heels.  I wiped my mouth and nose with the back of my hand and had to agree. "Jesus, I guess that's why we keep doing it."  I laughed. "I guess so."  Hunky chuckled, wiping sweat with the back of his hand. "Man that was in like the top three blowjobs of my life. 

I didn't hurt you, did I?" "Fuck no, but if you want to try to, just let me know when."  I grinned, reaching out and squeezing his rubbery cock.  "That was hot." "Fuck yeah it was.  I don't think anyone ever sucked my dick like that before."  Hunky gasped as I mauled his sensitive dick.  He sucked in a stream of air and squirmed as my ministrations became too intense.  "Give it a minute."  He hissed, pushing my hand away. I let go of his dick and lay back on the cold kitchen floor.   . . . to be continued

Continued . . .   "I need a smoke." He stood up and offered me his hand.  I took it and rose to stand in front of him.  "I don't usually do this, but?"  He said, as he planted a kiss on my nose.  "Thanks for the head.  I mean, it was excellent." "No problem, it was good for me too.  The fuck wasn't bad either."  I said, kissing his nose.  He smiled and found his pack of smokes on the counter. He lit one and handed it to me and then lit his own. "You gonna be out back tonight?"  He asked, motioning to the garage. "I don't know, I hadn't thought that far ahead."  I answered, wondering at his interest.  I could see that he had something on his mind, but I was so distracted by his hunkiness that it made it hard to read him.  "Why?" "It's Friday night and all.  The bar is usually hopping on Fridays." His observation was interesting, but I wanted to get something straight with him.  "Look, Maybe you think that all a gay man looks for is dick. Well, it's important but there's more to me than sucking and fucking. Don't get me wrong, I like your cock, but you know?"  I said, waving my smoke for emphasis. "Sorry dude, I didn't mean that's all you're fucking good for or nothing. Like I said, I'm a dumbass."  He replied, looking down. 

"I guess I should get goin'.  I got a date." With that, he started to get dressed.  I watched him pick up his jeans and insert his muscular legs as he turned his head so that the smoke from the cig in his mouth wouldn't get in his eyes. I felt a little bad as I watched him dress.  Though I didn't want him to think that I was just some cum dump, I also wanted him to come back for another session.  That is, if he wanted to. "Hey, it's cool dude."  I said, reaching for my pants.  "Being that you're my only friend in town, I hope you'll be back." Hunky stood up and pushed his dick down and zipped up.  He buttoned his jeans and looked up at me.  "You mean that?"  He asked. "Absolutely."  I assured him, buttoning my pants. "Cool."  He replied . . .

I left for O'Malley's Pub. The pub feel was a little lost in the maelstrom of noise in O'Malley's. I watched the pool game for awhile, secretly rooting on a hot fucker who broke the balls with a masculine thwack.  "Hey man, got an extra smoke?"  I heard.  I knew it was the hot pool player, but I acted surprised. "Sure."  I replied, handing him the pack.  He took out a smoke and asked for a light.  I gave him my lighter and he said thanks.  I watched for a little while longer and started to leave as I saw him sink the eight ball. He cocked his head my way with his green eyes flashing, took his cig from his mouth and said, "You must bring me luck." I didn't trust myself to reply to his sexy face, so I just smiled and nodded.  Feeling nervous, I got up and went towards the can.  I figured that I could maybe relieve some tension by splashing some water on my face. The can was small and smelled like every college bar toilet.  I walked to the sink and turned on the water.  I splashed it on my face and felt better immediately. "Hey dude, what's up?"  I heard behind me.  I looked in the mirror and saw sexy pool guy, ponying up to the urinal.  "Thanks for the smoke." "No problem."  I replied, wiping my face with some paper towels. "The name's Kyle."  Pool dude said, pissing so loud I could hear it jet against the porcelain.  " "Brandon."  I replied.  The sound of Kyle's piss died away as I finished drying my face. 

I looked in the mirror again.  I could see Kyle still standing at the urinal, making no move to button up.  Lifting my gaze, I could see that he caught me looking at his fly. "Looks good, don't it?"  Kyle said, turning towards me.  In the mirror, I could see a big floppy cock with a nice foreskin.  Kyle stroked it, holding my gaze with his intense green eyes.  "Meet me outside in ten minutes."  He said. Nodding my head, I left the can with Kyle still holding his big, floppy dick.  As I made my way to the front door, I shook in anticipation of swinging on Kyle's foreskin.  I felt lightheaded and the fresh air felt good as I emerged from the bar.  I decided to wait right outside for Kyle as I lit a cigarette.  Partiers were coming and going as Kyle came out of the door.  I nodded to him and he came over to me. "What's up?"  He asked. "Not sure."  I answered, totally nerved up at the hot scene. "So, you wanna party?"  Kyle asked, holding up two fingers in the universal sign for a smoke. "Sure."  I said in a shaky voice.  I gave him a smoke and a light. "

You got a place?"  He asked, exhaling smoke. "Yeah.  It's right over there."  I gestured towards the garage. "No shit."  Kyle chuckled.  "Let's do this." We started walking across the parking lot just as someone yelled Kyle's name.  Kyle stopped and I took a couple more steps turning to see who it was. "What the fuck dude?  You leaving?"  A guy said as he walked up to Kyle. It was dark so from a distance it was hard to discern the face.  As he got closer, I could see that it was my waiter from the restaurant, Ryan. "No, I'm just gonna get a little something from dude."  Kyle said, gesturing my way.  I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as Ryan looked at me with recognition. "I was gonna get a little something from dude earlier, but he left too fast."  Ryan said, nodding my way.  "Thanks for the tip.  You got enough something for both of us?" My brain went into overdrive thinking about servicing both these hot dudes, but I had just enough of a buzz to not hesitate. "Fuck yeah."  I answered.  I didn't know what was going to happen,  as Ryan told me to drop my pants and get on my kness on the dirty bathroom floor. "Look at this faggot with his mouth open," Ryan said, looking at me the faggot in front of him  on all fours with his gay ass up and gay cocksucker mouth open wide. A real bottom faggot Ryan laughed . . .