I Ended My Sexual Bender by F*cking Four Very Different People in Completely Different Ways (Part I)
A Throat GOAT, an Italian Muscle Daddy, a blond-haired twink, and an Amazon Goddess walk into Zach's room at the Gaythering...
Original illustration by Roy (@theslagroom)
It was my final night at the Gaythering, and I was out of juice. I had cum in the asshole or throat of a dozen men (and one woman). And everyone was attractive—mother of God. Miami is filled with beautiful people. It was overwhelming to the point where I could never live in that city. I think I’d be too distracted—too much temptation—fucking all day, every day—even more than I do now.
But it was my last night, and I wanted to end my little sexual bender on a high note. I also had fantastic sex with a few people (I haven’t yet written about), and I wanted a round two before I returned to the dark and dreary Northeast.
8 pm: Juan
[Author’s note: Sorry in advance for how many times I’m about to write the word “throat.”]
Juan was a Throat GOAT, a prodigy of Nancy Reagan with no gag reflex. His throat was open yet tight, and his throat bulge made my dick look fucking MASSIVE the first time we hooked up.
After our first hookup, which ended up with my cum down his throat, he texted me multiple times a day, asking if I was free. When I shared (truthfully) that I was working or seeing someone else, his response was monosyllabic and lower-case: “ok” or “oh.” I should have let it be, but a childish part of me loves role-playing toxic monogamy with men I meet on vacation.
“Oh, is someone jealous?” I replied.
“No…” his first text read. “Okay, maybe a little bit.”
“It’s okay, baby. You know you’re my favorite,” I replied.
“Oh, shut up.”
“No one’s as good as you at throating. You’re the best, baby.”
“Fuck you…” Thirty seconds later, a follow-up: “Wait, really?”
“Yes, baby. Come over and open wide.”
“Okay, Papi, coming over now.”
He arrived in a checkered blue button-down and beige slacks. He looked at me with big, bright eyes filled with yearning, and I gave him a smooch on the lips.
“So you’re really busy,” he said.
“Awww, baby. You don’t need to be jealous.”
“Stop it, I’m not jealous,” he said.
“It’s okay, you can be a little jealous.”
“Okay, I’m a little jealous.”
“It’s okay, babe. Your throat is the one I want.” I placed one hand around his throat. With my other hand, I traced his lips with my index finger. “Say, ‘Ah.’”
He opened his mouth, and I stuck my finger down his throat. He didn’t gag, so I pushed deeper. Still no gag, so I inserted another finger, then another.
“Good boy, that’s where it goes.”
“Mhhm,” he gargled.
I let him breathe. “Take off your shirt and get onto your back. Head over the bed.” He quickly assumed the position. I dropped my pants and underwear. My dick was hard from fingering his slutty, little mouth.
I moved him down a little further over the bed so my dick could better angle into his throat. I wrapped both my hands around his neck and inserted myself. He only made it halfway. “Come on, open up,” I said, slapping his face. He relaxed and took the rest of me. “That’s a good fucking faggot.”
His mouth was so wet. Spit was dripping down my cock as I plunged deeper and deeper into his throat. When he squirmed, I held his hands down at his sides. Eventually, I decided he needed air and let him breathe.
“Good faggot,” I said as the tears ran down his face.
“Thank you, Papi.”
When I replied, “I didn’t want to cum. I wanted to save my load for tonight,” you should have seen the look of horror on his face. You’d have thought he had seen his childhood cat, Pumpkin, slaughtered before his very eyes. Quickly, he took my dick out of his mouth. “Please, you have to cum down my throat,” he begged. “Please.”
“Shhhh…” I said, thrusting my cock back into him, shutting him up. “Let me finish my sentence. Since you’re doing such a good job, I have to give it to you.”
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