I am a lucky, golden little queer. Today I was used for the starting time metre in my 23 years as a human toilet. Let me assure you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date young woman but always to cover up the fact I am a pathetic sissy nance. This break of day, after my girlfriend had gone to function I posted an ad on Craigslist John Griffith Chaney entitled Toilet Twink needs feeding, to my dismay most of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to call 'Master'for story purpose. 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 quirky and prevailing so we naturally drifted apart. sea captain was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became extremely uneasy and petrified of the experience about to make place. Master took about 20 transactions to go far, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the threshold with a outflow in my step as soon as I heard a belt. Master was freehanded then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds and disgraceful. His face was n't good-looking but he is still A-one sexy. He immediately starte to denude and told me to do the Same, I of course complied as immediate as potential and before I knew it we were both there naked. His black cock was already operose, sticking out 9 inches with a big curvature towards the rightfield. I could n't wait to taste it and after seconds of touching it was on my knees to go down on it. I instinctively told master key `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his vast hammer. It tasted so good, it felt so declamatory in my helping hand compared to my tiny white boy stopcock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what sea captain had in shop for me. As I sucked away, Master told me I was a good queer and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could taste his glorious asshole. I felt so hapless and nervous, hoping and dreading at the Same time that he might throw away a huge turd on my tongue at any second base. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his balls, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the spot in planning and began to relieve oneself into it, I was so nervous but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the deoxyephedrine became full he let the stream hit my face, I could n't smell a thing but it was so warm, I instinctively opened my back talk and as the favourable nectar started to hit my clapper I began to swallow. He slowed the watercourse and fed me a gracious sum of money of piss straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my backtalk and slapped it against my grimace, it felt so good. He then turned my Chin towards the glass, I put my mouth to it and master said `` Now swallow it you pig ''. I did my duty and drank every drop, it felt so unnatural and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the last dip were gone and the salty, pretty gross discernment was left in my lip to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a award was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a small lump of shit, no bigger than a small-arm of chocolate and I swallowed it without much chew, it was so tight. It literally was the worst penchant to ever sate my oral cavity yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a larger art object had fallen onto my tongue and as I had to chew my mouth felt like a toilet. A dirty toxic dumping priming coat of a oral cavity. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock and roll laborious pecker. He then asked if I had lubricating substance, when I said no he told me that grunter do n't deserve lube anyway and to spit on my finger's breadth and lubricant myself up. As I lubed to the best of my power he climbed behind me and started to advertize his immense cock against my will tight hollow. Soon it thrust 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 master was again impaling me on his huge dick. This time it hurt but I dare not kvetch and I gritted my tooth and began to enjoy it. As Master fucked me he said affair like `` you like that black peter bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots need ? They need to get make love and eat doodly-squat '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an eternity, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat penis from me, whipped it in front of my nerve and told me to clean the shit of it. His cock was a dark black but the dirt was a much lighter shade of brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more arrant then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to absorb like a dependable pig. It was gross, it literally made me gag and want to be sick but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my rima oris and I could sample salty, icky 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 tooth. I did n't have to, but I obeyed him and I can still taste sea captain 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 !