A weekend spent with two guys I met at an Adult Bookstore had me realizing just how much of a Pig I was after allowing them to do anything they wanted with me. And they did just that.
So for a full two weeks afterwards, I couldn't help, at first, feeling guilty at my complete abandon. But soon I overcame that ridiculous feeling and decided to visit a notorious place I had discovered on the Internet. The postings of visitors to the place convinced me I should go and indulge my new-found status as a Pig. Comments like, "Pig heaven!" "Suck and fuck all the black cock you want!" It was quite a drive, but on a Friday afternoon I left work early and arrived at the front door at eight PM.
As soon as I walked in, the inviting, prevailing darkness pleasured my eyes and the overpowering aroma of cum overwhelmed me like a hit of Rush. My hardon jumped in my pants. My hand went to it, squeezing it.
I was totally hard already, just walking in --because I had taken a Viagra and hour before I got there and my entire consciousness was focused on black cock. My ID and money were in my shoe; in my pocket was a new bottle of Rush and small tube of lube. I had a T-shirt on and form-fitting, silky shorts. And something deep in my gut told me this was going to be outstanding.
I went in the bathroom and removed the ID and money and put in a locker, at the last moment I placed my glasses in there, too. Now, with the darkness and no glasses, I was somewhat blind, except for close-ups. The locker key I put in my shoe; somewhat uncomfortable, but workable.
My erection's bulge jutted out as I consciously pushed it forward through the flimsy fabric of the shorts, wanting every one to know I was a hot turned-on slut and ready to suck and be fucked. I desperately wanted to go to the mysterious darkness in the back, and like one bottom said on the Internet, "You'll have black cock lined up to fuck your ass and mouth." And that was what I lusted for completely.
Booths were lined up in several rows, each leading to that dark, mysterious back area, but I entered the first booth available out of a fearful nervousness because I knew from reading about this place that if you were a bottom --or better yet, a Pig---an army of black cock would overwhelm you. That was what I desired, of course, but I wanted to set a slow pace and jump into it at the right moment.
The booth was larger than most, and I had just sat down and looked at the glory hole and a huge, uncut, black cock in a semi-state of erection, plopped thru. [I hadn't had any sex since coming down here; my last experience had been over 5 months, so I was extremely horny] The cock dangling through the glory hole was 8" and thick--and only semi-erect! The outline of the cock's head through the foreskin made it appear enormous. Like a Catholic in church, I fell to my knees immediately before it; the god before me was an idol, but I picked it up to my mouth knowing my worshipping of this idol was a deep part of my very existence--and it jumped to life in my hand, hardening and bobbing about as I lifted it to my open, eager mouth. From the booth's other side, the cock's deep black voice said, "Suck it, baby."
As I pushed the skin back over its bulbous head, the powerful, unmistakable smell of unclean cock assaulted my nose, literally and instantly filling the booth with its unmistakable aroma; and you may find this hard to believe—the smell was like an open bottle of Rush, the aroma wasn't offensive --but sexually stimulating. I took a deep hit of Rush anyway, and the drug intensified my hunger for cock; I felt wobbly, uninhibited, and drunk with raw lust.
I would've made quite a sight as I copiously salivated, spit leaking from the corners of my mouth, my tongue stiff as a cock—and, like a reptile's, darting in and out--and my own cock dancing and leaking pre-cum in my pants. In my hands this unclean cock, so big and black, so dirty and hard--and I being nothing but an extremely horny cum-slut—just closed my eyes and held the cock's dirty head to my nose, took deep hits of its aroma as if it were a bottle of Rush, and then opened my mouth as wide as possible.
The cock lay on my tongue, giving off a sharp, unusual taste, and hooked like a Crack addict --eagerly and wantonly sucking it off, knowing I'D WANT THIS TASTE AGAIN AND AGAIN.
From the cock's owner, I heard, "Go, faggot, suck it clean and swallow!"
The Rush had me drugged stupid --and completely and dangerously out of control, a lust storm raging inside of me--my asshole twitching and opening, begging for cock to fill it; the Viagra pumping my cock as hard as a rock, and this guy's enormous black cock capturing my complete, lustful devotion. Dirty as it was--I didn't care for I had admitted to myself long before coming here that I was a PIG.
His tone of voice was commanding, and I knew I'd obey his every command. His cock bent downward as it began to come to complete attention, so the cock would slide down into my throat easily.
In less than a minute, I felt I had died and gone to cock sucker's heaven. I was going to let these cocks do whatever they liked with me and the kinkier the better —I am slave to black cock—I said inside my head. I felt totally submissive, a cock sucking slave as I sucked and licked with as powerful a "suck" as possible, and as I began taking the cock down my throat, gagging as the thick head stuffed my throat's passage, I moaned with sublime pleasure as this perfect cock became my world, my Master. The downward bend was at a perfect angle, and as it pushed forward--he trying to ram it down my throat—I moved forward to meet its now, at least, full-blown 10 inches of steel hardness, vowing to take it all the way.
Right then, I knew my belly would fill, and my ass would drip, with cum before leaving this place. I got all but an inch down my throat. I took out my cock and after a few strokes I came as I kept mindlessly deep-throating, working myself into a cock sucker's frenzy, knowing my belly was filled with the dirt from his cock head--and from the other side of the booth I heard deep groans of pleasure as his giant cock slid up and down my gullet. I wanted his cum within me. My hands rested against the wall and I lifted myself to meet this hard ramrod, feeling as if I were skewered on this cock as it penetrated more deeply into my throat than ever before. At full thrust, my nose hit the wall around the hole; I couldn't breathe, but I held the cock deeply in my throat as along as possible, trying to go longer each time, relishing the thought of being suffocated by this cock.
I paused and took the lube out so the whole cock would slide down my throat. I spoke, saying I'd like to lube his cock, and he leaned down and said, "You lookin' for a lot of action, faggot?"
I said immediately and enthusiastically, "Yeah, man!"
There was movement and I heard, "He's a Pig, man. Almost took my 10" down his throat and lookin' for action. We can have a lot of fun with him."
