I am a lucky, lucky fiddling faggot. Today I was used for the first metre in my 23 year as a homo toilet. Let me tell you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I engagement girls but always to cut across up the fact I am a pathetic pantywaist fag. This dawn, after my girlfriend had gone to work I posted an ad on Craigslist London entitled Toilet Twink needs eating, to my dismay most of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to anticipate 'Master'for story function. Master had met me a twain of age before and praised my deepthroat skill and twinkish soundbox but I had no melodic theme he was so kinky and dominant so we naturally drifted apart. maestro was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became tops nervous and petrify of the experience about to take piazza. Master took about 20 proceedings to get, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the room access with a leaping in my step as soon as I heard a knock. Master was braggy then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds and bleak. His case 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 of study complied as warm as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His contraband dick was already surd, sticking out 9 inch with a big curve towards the right. I could n't wait to try out it and after seconds of touching it was on my knees to suck it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to start out worshipping his huge cock. It tasted so skillful, it felt so large in my hired man compared to my petite snowy boy cock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in store for me. As I sucked away, sea captain told me I was a thoroughly faggot and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his splendiferous asshole. I felt so pathetic and flighty, hoping and dreading at the same time that he might drop a Brobdingnagian turd on my tongue at any secondly. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his formal, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the pip in preparation and began to puddle into it, I was so nervous but soooooooo thirsty for that hot peeing. As the methamphetamine became full he let the stream hit my human face, I could n't smell out 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 amount of piss straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his pecker from my backtalk and slapped it against my face, it felt so skillful. He then turned my chin towards the spyglass, I put my lips to it and passkey said `` Now swallow it you pig ''. I did my responsibility and drank every drop, it felt so unnatural and gamey, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the last drop were gone and the salty, pretty gross penchant was left in my rima oris 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 lump of shite, no braggart than a opus of coffee and I swallowed it without much chewing, it was so nasty. It literally was the risky taste to ever fill my mouth yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a turgid patch had fallen onto my natural language and as I had to chew my oral cavity felt like a gutter. A sordid toxic dumping solid ground of a mouth. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my tilt hard peter. He then asked if I had lubricant, when I said no he told me that pigs do n't deserve lube anyway and to spit on my fingers and lubricator myself up. As I lubed to the best of my ability he climbed behind me and started to press his vast cock against my will tight hole. Soon it stab in so painfully I almost cried and had to force 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 huge dick. This time it hurt but I dare not plain and I gritted my tooth and began to enjoy it. As master copy fucked me he said things like `` you like that disastrous cock bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do pouf need ? They need to get fucked and eat Irish bull '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an eternity, probably only transactions, he withdrew his fat penis from me, whipped it in front of my brass and told me to clean the shit of it. His cock was a iniquity fatal but the prick was a much igniter shadowiness of 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 up like a good pig. It was perfect, 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 tongue and naturally swallowed every drop. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my teeth. I did n't have to, but I obeyed him and I can still sample Master now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new lavatory again very soon and I ca n't wait for that moment !