I am a lucky, favourable little faggot. Today I was used for the outset time in my 23 old age as a homo toilet. Let me severalize you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date female child but always to spread over up the fact I am a pathetic sissy faggot. This break of day, after my girlfriend had gone to operate I posted an ad on Craigslist Jack London 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 account purpose. master key had met me a duet of years before and praised my deepthroat accomplishment and twinkish dead body but I had no thought he was so kinky and dominant so we naturally drifted apart. master key was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at for the first time gleefully but soon became super nervous and lapidify of the experience about to take place. Master took about 20 minutes to arrive, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a spring in my step as soon as I heard a knock. skipper was bigger then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds and black. His side was n't openhanded but he is still extremely sexy. He immediately starte to strip and recite me to do the Saami, I of course complied as quick as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His black cock was already hard, sticking out 9 column inch with a big curve towards the right. I could n't wait to taste it and after s of touching it was on my stifle to suck it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his huge tool. It tasted so good, it felt so large in my custody compared to my flyspeck flannel boy peter and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in shop for me. As I sucked away, original told me I was a good faggot and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could savour his resplendent dickhead. I felt so wretched and flighty, hoping and dreading at the Same meter that he might flatten a huge turd on my glossa at any indorsement. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his formal, he then grabbed a shabu I had left beside the place in planning and began to piss into it, I was so nervous but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the drinking glass became full he let the stream hit my face, I could n't smell a thing but it was so warm up, I instinctively opened my mouth and as the fortunate ambrosia started to hit my tongue I began to take back. 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 mouth and slapped it against my face, it felt so soundly. He then turned my chin towards the glass, I put my lips to it and maestro said `` Now swallow it you pig ''. I did my tariff and drank every driblet, it felt so unnatural 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 everlasting taste was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a submit was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a small glob of hoot, no bigger than a man of coffee and I swallowed it without lots mastication, it was so foul. It literally was the whip taste to ever fill my mouth yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a tumid piece had fallen onto my tongue and as I had to jaw my lip felt like a sewer. A dirty toxic dumping footing of a mouth. 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 lube, when I said no he told me that cop do n't merit lubricating substance anyway and to patter on my digit and lube myself up. As I lubed to the best of my power he climbed behind me and started to press his immense cock against my will tight hole. 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 captain was again impaling me on his huge dick. This time it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to bask it. As maestro fucked me he said things like `` you like that nigrify peter bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do fagot need ? They need to get fucked and eat son of a bitch '' and made me repetition after him. Eventually, after seemingly an infinity, probably only bit, he withdrew his fat penis from me, whipped it in figurehead of my face and told me to clean the shit of it. His cock was a dour shameful but the shit was a much lighter tincture of John Brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more gross then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to imbibe like a safe pig. It was crying, it literally made me gag and want to chuck but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my lip and I could taste salty, icky cum on my knife 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 taste victor now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new lavatory again very soon and I ca n't expect for that moment !