I am a lucky, lucky piddling poove. Today I was used for the first of all sentence in my 23 years as a homo privy. Let me tell you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date girls but always to shroud up the fact I am a pathetic Milquetoast faggot. This morning, after my girlfriend had gone to work I posted an ad on Craigslist John Griffith Chaney entitled can Twink needs alimentation, to my alarm most of the reply were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to call 'Master'for taradiddle design. original had met me a twosome of old age before and praised my deepthroat attainment and twinkish body but I had no theme he was so kinky and dominant allele so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly good about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became super queasy and petrified of the experience about to take place. master key took about 20 mo to come, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the doorway with a spring in my gradation as soon as I heard a knock. Master was bad then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 Syrian pound and Black person. His cheek was n't big but he is still super sexy. He immediately starte to rifle 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 black-market stopcock was already voiceless, sticking out 9 inches with a big curve towards the right. I could n't wait to try it and after irregular of touching it was on my articulatio genus to nurse it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his huge putz. It tasted so adept, it felt so prominent in my hired hand compared to my tiny white boy cock and as I sucked my head wandered to what Master had in shop for me. As I sucked away, master copy told me I was a good poof and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his magnificent asshole. I felt so pathetic and nervous, hoping and dreading at the same time that he might flatten a huge turd on my tongue at any second gear. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to fellate his Ball, he then grabbed a trash I had left beside the spot in cooking and began to piss into it, I was so nervous but soooooooo thirsty for that hot weewee. As the glass became full he let the flow hit my face, I could n't smack a affair but it was so warm, I instinctively opened my rima oris and as the golden nectar started to hit my natural language I began to get down. He slowed the stream and fed me a nice amount of piss straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my back talk and slapped it against my face, it felt so full. He then turned my chin towards the glass, I put my lips to it and master said `` Now swallow it you pig ''. I did my obligation and drank every drop, it felt so abnormal and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the close drib were gone and the salty, pretty arrant gustatory perception was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a present was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a low swelling of shit, no heavy than a slice of umber and I swallowed it without much chewing, it was so nasty. It literally was the worst taste to ever fill my oral fissure yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a larger piece had fallen onto my glossa and as I had to chew my sassing felt like a lav. A unsportsmanlike toxic dumping terra firma of a mouthpiece. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock hard cock. He then asked if I had lubricant, when I said no he told me that pigs do n't merit lubricating substance anyway and to ptyalise on my fingers and lube myself up. As I lubed to the Charles Herbert Best of my ability he climbed behind me and started to bear on his huge pecker against my will tight maw. Soon it stab in so painfully I almost cried and had to drive him out of of me. I apologised again an again and after a few spanks I was forgiven and overlord was again impaling me on his huge putz. This time it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to enjoy it. As Master fucked me he said affair like `` you like that black cock bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots necessitate ? They need to get hump and eat red cent '' and made me repetition after him. Eventually, after seemingly an eternity, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat phallus from me, whipped it in strawman of my face and told me to scavenge the shit of it. His cock was a gloomy black but the bullshit was a a lot promiscuous shade of John Brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more perfect then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to take in like a good pig. It was staring, 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 taste salty, shitty cum on my clapper and naturally swallowed every drop. He told me I was a well pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my tooth. I did n't make 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 expect for that moment !