I Came Hands-Free While Getting Throat-Fucked Because I'm a Disgusting Pervert
"I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. And I couldn’t experience more pleasure. I was ravenously aroused."
Heads up: This piece gets aggressive. It depicts messy, brutal throat-fuckings. If that’s not your thing, I’d skip it. But if you’re a sick fuck like me, continue on…
In my senior year of high school, I asked my dad if I could extend my curfew from midnight to 2 am. He paused, thoughtfully considering his response before he proceeded, “Zach, if you can tell me what good comes between the hours of midnight and 2 am, I will extend your curfew.”
I did not convince him. That’s because only trouble happens after midnight. Both he and I knew this.
As an adult living in NY, I think about this interaction often, especially when I’m drunk as the bar is closing. Of course, I could go to an afters, but what good would come from it besides shenanigans?
(Un)luckily, I love shenanigans, so I often say yes, going out when I really should be going home.
This is how I recently ended up, at 8 am on a Saturday, scrolling through the apps to get someone to fuck my throat. I had a fun and sexy evening with some friends but didn’t cum. Sure, I probably should have just jerked off, but at this point, the rest of my weekend was already shot. Another hour wasn’t going to kill me. At least, that’s what I told myself.
So, on Sniffies, I found some dudes with some big ol’ donkey dicks and asked if they wanted to throatfuck me. Many were down, but I clarified that I needed it extra rough. I was in Cock Goblin Mode. “Hold my head down, and don’t let me come up for air. Make me gag and struggle.”
A few guys got what I was putting down, and our exchanges became very aggressive very quickly.
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