Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 21:12:44 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Reflections

Reflections
All copyrights belong to author, Michael Gleich

He wasn't much to look at, unless you like them rough. He had a mean look
in the photo, pockmarks, and a scar near his left eye. His picture showed
him sitting in a chair with a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other
and his cock hung over the end the chair glistening with spit. It looked
like someone had just finished servicing him.

The ad said he was looking for a sub, someone who loved to worship dick. It
looked to be a good ten inches, maybe more. The cock was beautiful, veined,
and thick all the way to the head. My eyes kept going to the cock, focusing
on it and wondering how it would feel in my ass or throat. On the phone, he
told me to meet him at a bar downtown. When I arrived, he was at the end of
the bar. Tall, thin, he had a beer in his hand and he was looking in the
mirror behind the bar. He was looking at me.

When he caught me staring back, he turned, reached down to his crotch, and
squeezed his cock. I could see the outline of the head below his hand.

I walked over to him and said, "Les?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Your cock sucker, sir." He told me to say that to him when we talked on
the phone.

He told me other things and before I hung up, I had jacked off and licked
the jizz off my hand while begging to suck him off.

"So you like sucking dick? That right cock sucker, you like to suck another
man's prick?"

"Yes sir. I'll get on my knees and worship that cock of yours. I can't stop
looking at it since I first saw your photo."

He turned back to the bar and looked at the crowd by way of the mirror. I
stood there staring at his crotch; I could see the outline of that big
dick. He knew I was looking at it too. Drool formed at the side of my mouth
when my dick boned.

"Please? Sir, please let me service you." I said.

He looked at me in disgust, and then turned his head back to the mirror.

I reached over and felt his donkey dick. He didn't move, just stood there
while I moved my hand along the length, until I could feel the outline of
his balls too, all packed in a jock. The jock bulged at his groin so much I
couldn't fit my hand over it all. His cock was growing while he sipped his
beer, ignoring me while I humiliated myself.

"Why don't you get down on your knees and sniff it, cock sucker." He didn't
bother to turn to look at me but stared ahead in the mirror.

I knelt on the floor looking at him light a cigarette. Someone behind
laughed at me as I knelt in front of him, close to his crotch. The denim
was worn from wear, it smelled of piss and sweat and made me lust for him
even more. My tongue reached out and licked.

I heard a voice behind the bar yell, "Hey, Meathead."

I kept licking.

The voice boomed closer to me, "Dick-breath, I'm talking to you."

The bar went quiet all of a sudden. I looked up to see the bartender stare
down at me.

"Get the fuck out, ass-hole." He looked at me as if he was about to jump
over the bar and rip my head off.

"Yes sir! Sorry." I got off my knees and looked around. Guys stared at me
and snickered.

I walked out of the bar and when the cold fresh air hit my face, I woke up
from the daze I was in, realizing what a fool I just made of myself. I
walked toward my car, fumbled with my keys before I finally opened the door
and got in.
	I started to drive down the road, when in front of me, leaning
against the brick wall of the bar, was Les. He stared at me when I went
by. My face heated up again and I made a U in the street and pulled up to
where he stood.

"Can I give you a lift?" I asked with a pleading look.

He looked around, walked over to the car, and opened the passenger door
before he got in. "We can go to my place. Drive down the street."

"Yes, sir," I said.

In less than a mile, we were in a warehouse district. I drove down an alley
and parked beneath a naked light bulb hung from a fixture above a warehouse
door. We got out and walked over to a door where he took out a key, and
opened it.

"Come in, cock-sucker." He stared down at me as I walked in front of him
and into the warehouse.

It was a sculptor's studio. Mostly metalwork and some stone figures. He
flipped a couple of switches for the ceiling lights. Mirrors mounted around
the room reflected different angles of the interior and when I looked up,
moonlight filtered through skylights in the roof. The night held a full
moon. Outside of the sculptors, the room was bare except for some chairs
and a couch. He walked over to an area that passed for a kitchen, to a
small refrigerator and took out two beers, then walked back and sat in a
chair near the middle of the room. Les picked up a phone next to the chair
and dialed. While on the phone, he spread his legs and looked at me as he
held out a beer.

I walked over and knelt between his legs, taking the bottle and gulped down
most of the beer while staring at his crotch. He pointed to his groin and I
went to work licking where the cock bulged out the denim. He grabbed my
hair and pushed my mouth hard against the mound in his pants.

"Hey Bill, what's up?" Les said into the phone.

As he talked to the other person, his hand unbuttoned his pants and he
pulled out his well worn, stained jock pouch, threadbare and ready to split
open the worn fabric. I slobbered on the jock, and mouthed the fuck-monster
in the pouch. His prick got hard as I suck his jock, filling my face with
hot dick meat. He pushed back into the chair, and stretched his legs out to
enjoy my administrations.

When he finally hung up, Les stood while I mouthed his dick. I looked up
and watched him reach into his shirt pocket pulling out a bottle of
amyl. He opened the top and pushed it under my nose. I took a deep breath
of the vapor and went back to work, sucking that cock through his jock
pouch.

"Yeah, you fuckin slut, suck that dick. Suck me fucker." He took a hit of
the amyl as I sucked all I could on his pouch. Les grabbed my head and
rammed his groin into my face, smashing the bloated pouch against my mouth.

"Fuck yeah, eat me fucker." I grabbed on to the sides of his legs, fucking
my face in his stretched out jock pouch.

"Get off." He pulled my head back and pushed me to the floor.

He walked to the refrigerator and took out two more beers, turned and said,
"Take your fucking clothes off."

Walking back to the chair, he sat the beers down and removed his boots and
jeans. After sitting in the chair, he slipped into his boots. I knelt nude
facing him. He lit a cigarette and handed me a beer. I gulped my beer as I
watched his big fucking basket wet with spit.

"Turn around and show me your ass."

I turned, kneeling on the floor with my ass up and my hands spreading my
butt cheeks. With my face sideways on the floor, I noticed my reflection. I
could see myself from different angles about the room. He had the mirrors
adjusted to reflect whatever was in front of him. It was so fucking hot. My
ass up in the air, on my knees with my head bowed to the floor. I felt like
a slut and that felt good.

He reached down and fingered my asshole, then played with my cock. He gave
my ass a slap, and yanked on my nuts.

"Smooth. Keep yourself shaved cunt, if you want to come back."
	"Yes sir."

I could feel him pushing lube up my hole, working a few fingers of goop in
my ass at a time. He then grabbed my balls and jacked my cock.

"You cleaned out fucker, like I told you?"

"Yes sir."

I kept thinking of that big fucking dick pounding the hell out of my
ass. He went back and shoved more grease up my butt, sticking his fingers
up my fuck chute. I was close to blowing a load and groaned like whore when
he sat back in his chair.

"Get the fuck up and pull my jock off with your teeth."

I swiveled around and stared at the pouch full of cock meat. Leaning, I
nipped at the edge of the jock to hold on and pulled it down until his dick
sprung up and slapped me. It arched out, big and veined for my cock-sucking
throat.

I sat back on my haunches with the strap hanging from my mouth.

"Chew it," he said.

I pushed the jock pouch and straps in my mouth as he watched me with a
smirk on his face.

"Put it on, Dick-breath."

I pulled out the spit-covered jock, and worked it up my legs. My boned dick
stuck out making me look more like a slut.

"Suck my balls, Asshole." He started to jack his cock.

Getting on my knees, I leaned into his crotch and worked his nuts into my
mouth. I looked up as he sat jacking his dick looking in a mirror. I
reached behind and spread my ass so he had a good look at my hole in the
mirror.

"Yeah fucker. What a whore. Show me your fuck-hole, bitch. Stick your
fingers in your ass-cunt."  He reached into his shirt pocket and brought
out the amyl, putting the bottle to my nose. I sniffed deep and went into
another world, trying to suck those balls down my throat. He started to
jack his cock again, leaning back, watching me shove three fingers up my
fuck chute.

He let go of his cock and let it rest on my head, then leaned over to open
a gym bag and pulled out a dildo. The rubber cock was the size of his own
dick. He then held the plastic prick next to his cock before he slapped my
face with the fucking dildo.

"Yeah bitch, fuck yourself. What a piece of trash you are. Fuck yourself,
you cock-sucking cunt."

I went to town jamming my fingers in and out of my butt, lifting my ass up
in the air so he could have a better look. He looked at the mirror and
jacked his cock while I sucked his balls down my fag throat.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his nut-sack, pushed me with his
booted foot on the floor and held the dildo in front of me.

"I want you to fuck yourself on this dildo. Now lick it."

"Yes sir."

Getting back on my knees, I leaned over and grabbed the dildo with my
mouth. He held on to the balls at the base while I sucked and licked the
shaft of the rubber prick, coating the dildo with spit.

Les grabbed my head and jammed me down, making me choke and cough up slime
and snot, coating the rubber cock.

"I like hearing you gag fucker. What a cock-sucker you are, fucking your
face on a plastic prick... Yeah, look at yourself mother-fucker. Look in
the mirror Dick-head, you cheap fuck."

There I was in the reflection of a mirror, mouthing a rubber prick. He
grabbed me by my hair and yanked me off the shaft of my love toy.

"You ready to ride that mother-fucker while you suck my dick?"  He handed
me the dildo, and then got up and walked back to the refrigerator getting
more beer. I busied myself coating the dildo with lube from the gym bag and
watched his cock sway with every movement he made. Les came back with the
beers, sat down in the chair in front of me, and lit a cigarette.

"Put your dolly down, slut."

He handed me a beer after I laid the greased-up dildo on the floor. There
was a drop of clear fuck fluid hanging from the piss slit. Reaching over
with my tongue, I lapped where the juicy drop clung, relishing it.

"You like the taste of cock, sucker? You want to sit on the floor and play
with my fuck stick? You'd like that wouldn't you, lapping my dick,
following me around, begging for cock, faggot.

Looking up at him as he took another drag on his cigarette, I said, "Yes
sir, I could live on your cock. Just tell me what you want. I'll do
it. I'll do anything."

"Yeah, I bet you would. Lay back on the floor bitch. That's right, now
spread your legs, lets see that hole of yours. Nice and pink ain't it. Bet
you'd like to have something shoved up that pussy of yours wouldn't you."

On my back with my ass spread, I pulled my hole open so he had a good look.

"Please, sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please fuck me. I gotta have
dick in me. Please sir," pushing my fingers up my hole.

"That's it fucker, play with your fucking asshole you two-bit fuck. Show me
what you want. Yeah, spread that hole. Stick your tongue out and wet those
cock-sucking lips for me fucker."

Les pulled the bottle of amyl out. Picking up the dildo, he stepped over me
so that he straddled my face, I look up to see his cock arched above me,
and his bubble butt with its inviting crack. Bending down, he gave me a
good hit of vapor, before he knelt over my face, my head inches from his
ass. He grabbed my legs and pulled them back, arching my ass up, and spread
my fuck-hole wide open.

Les took the dildo and shoved it into my gaping ass-cunt.  "You like that
in there, fucker? Like having your hole filled fucker? Lick my ass faggot,
stick your tongue in my ass and lick it, you mother-fucking homo," then he
gave me a hit on the bottle.

Lifting my head up so I could reach his butt, my tongue licked his hole and
crack before he sat on my face. Les worked the dildo up my chute, moving
the love toy in and out of my hungry ass. I tongue fucked his hole with my
nose buried in his crack in an amyl-induced euphoria.

Time seemed to stand still, I could only think of servicing him. Wanting to
be his fuck toy, feeling my ass stretched and worked on as Les pumped my
hole with the dildo, with my face covered by his ass.

He lifted up to feed me his cock. "That's it mother-fucker, eat my
dick. Work my cock you cheap fuck. Work it bitch, work that dick
cock-sucker."

He fucked my face while the dildo fucked my ass. The amyl rushed in my
head, I wanted cock, all the cock I could take. Les shoved his dick in and
out of my cock-sucking mouth as I swallowed on the shaft, milking his
god-like cock with my throat muscles.

"Yeah, fucker, damn that feels good, fucking your fag throat. Swallow my
dick, slut. Work my cock, whore."

Phlegm began to build as I started to gag on the deeply implanted dick. My
guts began to cough up slime, slicking the dick even more. Les sat up a
moment while I grabbed a quick gulp of air before he slammed his meat back
in my mouth, shoving it all the way to the root, then back up before
slamming down again over and over. Another hit of amyl passed over my nose
when he took his cock out of my sucking mouth. He left the rubber dick
shoved up my ass. My dick juice had coated my stomach running along my
sides and onto the floor. Les sat down again with his crack covering my
mouth. I stuck my tongue out to lick his hole and nibble at his ass lips,
rooting my tongue as far as I could into his tight rosebud, working it in
and out. I licked his crack as he lifted up to offer me his ball-sack. I
gulped them down, willing to suck on anything he gave me. The amyl carrying
me away into my own private world of sex, a world of cock sucking, ass
licking and butt fucking.
	Les stood up, walked back to his chair, and sat down. He picked up
his pack of cigarettes, tapped the end, and drew one out with his
mouth. Then he lit it while he watched me fuck myself with the dildo he
left in my ass.

"That's it, freak. Fuck your own goddamn self. Bet you do this at home
don't you. Fuck yourself every goddamn chance you get, what a fuckin' piece
of trash you are. Shove it up your butt motherfucker, shove that big ole
dick up your ass-cunt, you fuckin' fag."

He sat there watching me fuck myself with the plastic prick while he smoked
his cigarette. I laid back with my arms holding my legs apart over my
head. One hand was slamming the dildo in and out of my ass while the other
was rubbing my cock and balls encased in Les's worn jock. Just feeling
where his big fucking prick laid all day gave me a thrill.

When he finished with his cigarette, Les said, "Pull your love puppy out
and stick the sucker end on the floor between my legs."

I pulled the dildo out. At the base of the balls was a suction cup. With
the lube and cock goo, all I had to do was slam that bad boy down hard on
the floor. The thing swayed back and forth, just like Les's cock.

"Now mount that fucker. Stick that love jockey up your asshole and ride
that mother-fucker for all it's worth you fuckin' cum-bucket." Les reached
for the bottle of liquid love. He bent over in his chair and gave me two
big hits of vapor while I worked that gut reamer up my ass. My fucking
ass-lips opened wide as I sunk down on the prod. Both my feet squared away,
I began doing squats with my love chute engulfing the rubber dick. The time
spent in marine boot camp finally paid off. Up and down, I went like a
fucking merry-go-round pony. My heavy jock pouch hung between my spread out
legs, banged on the fake balls on the down stroke, then I would rise to the
tip, where I could feel its head at my ass-lips before slamming my ass down
again for another ride on the rubber donkey dick. I grunted and moaned like
the cheap slut Les wanted me to be.

He took a hit of vapor, "Now suck my cock you stupid fuck. Suck me good fag
boy." He spread his legs and aimed his cock at my opened mouth.

I reached over and gulped that cock, riding that donkey-dong in my ass,
sucking that fucking love muscle down my throat until I could feel it pass
my tonsils. I forced myself on his cock. Forced that big fucking dick of
his down my gullet more than I thought possible, swallowing it, gagging on
it, bringing more slime and juice up till it ran out of the sides of my
mouth. His cock snot flowed from my nostrils. He grabbed my head in both
hands and face-fucked me. Shoved my mouth down until it rammed against his
pubes and then pulled my head up to the tip, where I barely caught my
breath, then slammed me down again, repeatedly until I began to go limp. My
asshole loose and sloppy from riding that fucking love toy, with my butt
lips planted on the plastic balls at the base, I grabbed my cock encased
pouch and came in my hand.

Les got up, grabbed my hair, and pulled me off the dildo.

"Get on your knees you fuck, I want your goddamn ass in the air I'm going
to fuck that slop-hole of yours while you suck that dildo like you did my
cock."

My knees were wobbly but I managed to raise my ass up so he could enter. He
went behind me, aimed his ten-inch prick, and slammed that salami home. I
went down on the slimy toy, my lips slick and shiny with goo as I slid my
fag mouth up and down.

Les leaned over my back and gave me a hit of amyl while he whispered in my
ear. "That's it faggot, suck that dildo while I ream out your hole with my
fuckin dick. Bet you'd like to have a line of men to suck while I fuck your
fag ass. I'll take you to the pier some night, where anybody can have
you. You suck my cock with a line of guys behind, ready to fuck you. You'd
like that wouldn't you. You'd like to be a cock-sucking fag for me wouldn't
you. What a piece of trash. Look at yourself in the mirror, cunt. Look at
your goddamn self, eating a dildo that was just up your ass, you
mother-fucking slime-ball. I'm getting ready to cum slut, I'm going to
shoot, get ready ass-fuck."

Suddenly Les pounded me hard. I could feel him deep inside my gut where his
cock reamed me good. Looking over in the mirror, I saw the reflection of
his huge dick slamming my ass over and over, my mouth going up and down on
the dildo stuck to the floor. My body bouncing back and forth, wedged
between the dildo in my mouth and Les's massive meat deep in my ass.

"Yeah, fuck yeah, take it bitch, take my cock juice, faggot." Les held my
ass in his hands and ground his dick into my butt. With one last thrust, he
held still with his cock planted deep in my cunt. I could feel squirt after
squirt of jizz spill deep in my ass. After a few moments, Les got up and
sat back down in his chair.

"Clean me, Dick-breath with your cunt mouth."

"Yes sir," I said, and went to work with my tongue."

"I'm going to call you sometime, you better be ready for me. You hear me
slut? You hear what I'm telling you faggot?"

"Yes sir, I'll be ready."

About an hour had passed with me sucking and licking him. Finally, he told
me to get the fuck out.

I left, wobbly, with Les's fuck juice dripping down my legs. God I loved
it. When I got home, I fell on the bed and passed out. The next day, I
thought only of the night before. Then as evening came, and I looked out
the window at a full moon, the phone rang.

"Hello? Les? Les, is that you?" In my bedroom mirror was a reflection of
me, boned and drooling.

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