Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2015 17:28:42 +1200
From: Ben Highlander <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: A Fag On Call 1

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So there's this fag that comes to me whenever I feel horny, literally
anywhere. He's had my cock in any place you can think of. I got his number
off a public toilet wall, below a picture of a dick drawn with magic marker.

I've always seen fag numbers before and didn't believe that somebody would
put their real number there. This one said: "Wanna have your dick sucked?
call/text 555-7561. This is for real"

Well, it did say that it was for real and my horniness was also for real so
I decided to give it a shot. I decided to give the text route a try. Just
in case somebody answered that didn't sound like I'd want him to suck my
dick.

"Hey, I'm straight. Wanna suck my dick?"

It didn't take three seconds for the answer to come.

"You at the toilet?"

"Yeah."

"Give me three minutes. Stay in the stall."

Who was I to argue with the boner that was forming in my jeans? True to his
word it didn't take long and there was a tap on the door. I opened it and
quite a cute looking little guy snuck in, quickly closing the door behind
him. He didn't waste time talking, just sank to the floor in front of me
and started gumming my hardon through my jeans.

I liked him already. He knew what he was: a cocksucker and he didn't need
me to buy him dinner afterwards. I could see a future for us.

I put my hand behind his head and forced his face into my jeans. He groaned
and I slapped the side of his face lightly to quiet him down. Then he
really groaned and I could tell that he liked it.

Our relationship was developing at a fucking furious pace. I felt my hardon
begin to leak in my jeans and I pushed him away roughly and while he looked
at my fly like a dog waiting for a bone, unzipped and freed my oozing dick.

He was on me like a shot as soon as it was swinging in the breeze.

I gotta say: I have a beauty. All eight inches of it is a work of art. And
this queer liked what he saw. He moaned as I smacked his cheek with my
fuckpole. I grabbed a handful of his hair and stuck it straight at his face
and he opened wide. I thrust my hips forward at the same time as I pushed
his faggot head towards my crotch. It went in deep and straight down his
throat. He coughed and choked but didn't pull off and I liked him even
more. By this time we were making quite a racket but I decided I didn't
give a fuck, cos anybody that heard us would only be jealous of the hot
noises that were coming from our stall. There was probably a queue already.

I thrust into his throat and he took me like a pro. I knew I wouldn't last
long so I didn't hold back. I literally used his throat like a pussy on a
stick. He slobbered and sucked when he got the chance but for the most part
he just took it like the fucking cocksucker he was.

My personal Fuckface.

I liked the sound of that.

It had a nice ring to it.

That's what I'd call him: "Fuckface"

"Hey Fuckface you ready for my load?"

He nodded and I could hear him fiddling with his pants. Fuck me if he
wasn't jacking himself with my dick down his throat. Oh well, I suppose he
deserved a little pleasure with the sterling job he was doing.

Faggot-queer must just make sure he didn't get his spunk on my shoes.

"Hey Fuckface just make sure you don't get your faggot spunk on my shoes."

Again he nodded. As much as he could with my dick now pistoning in and out
of his throat like a jackhammer. I was doing him good and I could feel my
juices start to boil in my balls. Shit this was good. First time being
sucked by a guy and I already decided it wouldn't be the last. This little
queer was going to be my personal fucktoy.

"You like being my fucktoy, do you?"

He nodded again.

"Yeah, I thought so. Fucking shit-eating, cum-munching Fuckface."

That did it for me. Hurling abuse at him in a public stall just flicked my
switches big time and I held his head with my dick all the way down his
throat while I shot my straight squirt down his faggot-hole. I became aware
of the smells around me: the piss, the sour smell of men dumping their
loads, pissing on the seats and on the floor in front of the porcelain, and
the whole lot just got to be a huge fucking turn-on. I could feel squirt
after squirt of my hot straight man-juice pouring down this spunk-eater's
gullet and I knew I was hooked. For good measure I took him by the hair and
shoved his head in and out to get the last slimy feel of his spunk-sipping
throat on my hard dick.

Then with a thrust that sent him over backwards, landing him on his back
with his faggot dick waving in the stinking toilet air, I put my dick back
in my pants with difficulty and, stepping over him lying in a puddle of his
own cum on the floor, said: "I'll be in touch."

"You're a fucking mess, aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I flung over my
shoulder as I closed the stall door behind me.

There was an old bloke standing at a urinal. He was jacking his cock
furiously as he watched me walking out of the room.

I felt like a king

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