Beware of Mrs. Suaves

I’ve known a guy for months and I took the plunge and went on vacation. I had noticed that when I talked or asked him something, he seemed not to register it, he would look at me seriously, and when he felt like it he would answer me later in another context with incredible memory.

The caresses, the juicy kisses, and the good company took us for a few days up North to some gay friends’ house. We slept in a separate wing of the apartment, but we couldn’t close the door at night, so the little noises had to be subtle.

The first night there was a great fuck, caresses, foot worship (a size 45), mutual blowjobs, and after a few little kisses it was time to sleep. The second night, I don’t know what happened to my guy. He was filthier than usual and I didn’t pay it much mind. I suggested closing the bedroom door, but he wasn’t interested. I suppose his friend knew about his tastes and today it was his turn to be the macho guy. He gave me a kiss, some caresses, a “What’s up, lad?”, and, with a slap, pushed me down so I’d suck him full-on. I started slowly and his cock kept rising and getting thicker until I couldn’t swallow it whole. More and more tension; he pushed my head until I choked, tears sprang up and, barely breathing, he forced me to suck again and said, “What’s wrong, don’t you have the balls to swallow it?” — the tears were flowing.

After that, after half an hour I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, he kissed me and whispered for me to eat his ass like there was no tomorrow. He doesn’t especially like it; he was doing it to humiliate me. He put his ass in front of me and started sucking my cock while pressing my face into his crack. I drooled, licked, and felt several fingers go into my ass, stirring around. The pain wouldn’t let me lick. His cock was about to burst and when he turned around he shot his load into my mouth. It tasted heavenly and at last my ordeal stopped. I don’t know what happened!!!