NOTE - This is an alpha top / beta bottom story of an actual encounter. It contains language such as "faggot," "bitch," etc., because when I'm role playing as a submissive, it turns me on to be referred to by such language. It perfectly defines my mindset and feelings. If you are offended by such language, don't read the story.
So I've been a cocksucker and sub-bottom for nearly 15 years. I started out as just experimenting with man-2-man sex, but quickly learned I was a cocksucker, submissive to masculine, verbal, alpha men. I didn't care what they looked like; hairy, pot-bellied, older, ugly guys were my favorite. As long as they had a functioning cock, an attitude, and the desire to use a cocksucker hard, they were my "type." In my mid-fifties now, the ONLY thing that makes my dick stiff anymore is being a guy's bottom bitch.
This is a short story about a recent encounter. I had replied to a guy's post. He was married, late fifties, in a sexless marriage, looking for a dedicated cocksucker to take care of his fat, hairy dick. The picture in his profile made my mouth water. I love having my mouth stretched wide to accommodate a thick dick. Something about the after effect of having a sore jaw after swallowing a guy's load always enhances my subsequent jerk off sessions. I mean, as a true cocksucker, I never touch my own dick while I'm focused on providing pleasure.
After a few days of back and forth, giving me plenty of time to explore just how aggressive and dominant this guy really was, I invited him to my condo to consummate our arrangement. Things in his emails that got me excited included, "I don't suck faggot cock," "I'm not looking for a handjob bitch," "If I decide to fuck you, I will breed you too," "You will swallow every last drop slut, unless I decide to give you a sticky facial," and "When I say I need your services, you damn well better be ready to serve you kinky little whore."
He wanted me to video the encounter on my laptop, saying he might need to review my performance before he agreed to making me his regular cocksucker. The idea of having a video of me sucking cock was too hot to say no. And since I was the one in control of the video, I wasn't too concerned. Plus, I was able to retell this story in specific detail based on the recorded evidence.
As agreed before hand, I left my door unlocked, was naked on my knees in front of my computer, camera on, hands behind my back, and head down when he knocked. I was already shaking with anticipation and my boner was rock hard and dripping. I was so ready to suck some nice dick.
"Come in Sir," I hoarsely said.
"Why did you invite me over?" he asked as he closed the door and locked it behind him.
"To tryout as your regular cocksucker Sir," I replied.
"Excellent bitch," he chuckled as he started to strip. With my head down, I could only peripherally catch glimpses of him, but I was happy to see that his fat cock was every bit as delicious looking as the pictures. He was a little overweight, covered in thick salt and pepper hair head to toe, with stocky legs built for power. "You get high marks for following instructions, hope you are an equally good cocksucker."
All I could do was moan in response.
"I've got a heavy 7 day load for your hungry faggot mouth," he said, "If you are good enough to work it out."
My mouth was actually watering thinking of getting my lips wrapped around his thick pecker. And my dick was so stiff it hurt as he sauntered over in front of me. While I don't ever use the "fag" word for others, something about being called a faggot just seems so appropriate when applied to me, and it gets me hot as hell.
"What do you want queer?" he asked as his heavy tool swayed back and forth just inches from my eager mouth.
"To suck your big cock Sir," I whimpered, as I stuck my tongue out inviting him to enter my mouth.
"Beg for it slut," he laughed as he grabbed his meaty dick and slapped my outstretched tongue and the side of my face.
"Please Sir, I need your hot cock in my horny mouth. I need to worship your dick and make it spurt hot, sticky cum. Please put it in my mouth and feed me."
"Wow, you are one horny little cumslut, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes Sir," I moaned, struggling to stretch out my tongue to taste his cockhead. I was actually whimpering with desire.
"Why don't you start by licking my hairy balls," he commanded as he adjusted the camera on my laptop to center my face and his cock on the screen.
I started to lick and kiss his balls, intoxicated by the manly smell of his insanely hairy nuts. He'd showered fairly recently, but having his cock locked in his jeans for a few hours left his crotch musky smelling. He let the full weight of his fat sausage fall on my face and I felt the heat from his thickly veined cock, still soft but starting to show signs of life.
