I am a lucky, lucky short faggot. Today I was used for the number one clock time in my 23 years as a man pot. Let me recount you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date girlfriend but always to cover up the fact I am a ridiculous pantywaist faggot. This sunup, after my girlfriend had gone to work on I posted an ad on Craigslist British capital entitled crapper Twink needs alimentation, to my dismay most of the response were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to phone 'Master'for story purposes. Master had met me a match of years before and praised my deepthroat accomplishment and twinkish body but I had no idea he was so kinky and prevalent so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly dangerous about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became top-notch aflutter and petrified of the experience about to drive lieu. Master took about 20 minutes to arrive, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the doorway with a spring in my footstep as soon as I heard a whack. superior was bighearted then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds and black. His face was n't handsome but he is still super sexy. He immediately starte to strip and told me to do the same, I of course complied as quick as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His grim putz was already hard, sticking out 9 inch with a big curve towards the right. I could n't await to smack it and after irregular of touching it was on my stifle to imbibe it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to commence worshipping his huge cock. It tasted so good, it felt so expectant in my custody compared to my flyspeck whiten boy cock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in store for me. As I sucked away, Master told me I was a good faggot and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his glorious whoreson. I felt so hapless and skittish, hoping and dreading at the same time that he might set down a huge poop on my tongue at any irregular. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to take in his chunk, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the spot in preparation and began to wee into it, I was so queasy but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the glass became full he let the watercourse hit my expression, I could n't smell a thing but it was so warm, I instinctively opened my mouth and as the golden nectar started to hit my tongue I began to swallow. He slowed the stream and fed me a nice total of weewee straightaway from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his hawkshaw from my mouthpiece and slapped it against my face, it felt so upright. He then turned my chin towards the glass, I put my mouth to it and captain said `` Now unsay it you pig ''. I did my duty and drank every drop curtain, it felt so unnatural and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the hold out bead were gone and the salty, pretty gross mouthful was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a present tense was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a small chunk of shit, no bigger than a piece of umber and I swallowed it without much chew, it was so smutty. It literally was the spoiled taste to ever meet my backtalk yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a larger piece had fallen onto my tongue and as I had to manducate my mouthpiece felt like a throne. A unsportsmanlike toxic dumping ground of a rima oris. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock heavy cock. He then asked if I had lube, when I said no he told me that hog do n't deserve lubricate anyway and to spit on my digit and lube myself up. As I lubed to the best of my ability he climbed behind me and started to bear on his huge cock against my will tight hole. Soon it stuff in so painfully I almost cried and had to push him out of of me. I apologised again an again and after a few spanks I was forgiven and captain was again impaling me on his vast shaft. This time it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to revel it. As master copy fucked me he said things like `` you like that black peter bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do queen need ? They need to get have sex and eat shit '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an eternity, probably only moment, he withdrew his fat member from me, whipped it in front of my face and told me to pick the shit of it. His cock was a dark grim but the asshole was a a lot light nuance of brownness, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more consummate then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to suck like a good pig. It was 144, it literally made me gag and want to puke but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my mouth and I could savor salty, shitty cum on my tongue and naturally swallowed every cliff. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my dentition. I did n't have to, but I obeyed him and I can still taste Master now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new toilet again very soon and I ca n't wait for that moment !