2. His Impressive Size
I’d struck out again. It was Friday night and after happy hour with some friends from work, I’d gone to a local club in search of hooking up with a cutie.
As had become my fate lately, I had no takers and was gonna be left to feed the hog alone again.
I’m a decent looking guy, with a good job, and what I’d always considered to be an OK personality, but my luck with the ladies had been miserable for several months.
The store was small, but next to the checkout counter was an even smaller area closed off by a curtain.
Behind that curtain was my destiny for the night, a display full of porn magazines ranging from the mainstream (Playboy), to the vulgar (Club and Hustler), to the bizarre (Juggs and Backdoor Babes), to the alternative.
While my car was filling up, I stepped behind the curtain to browse the selection.
“No luck tonight, ehh Mr.?” Fong chuckled. “You need bottle lotion, too?”
As he was ringing up my sale, he continued, “Maybe you playing wrong team? I see you looking at gay pictures. You have more luck if you go after dick, maybe?”
My first thought was to punch this old fart in the nose, but he had caught me red handed looking at the gay magazines. “Very funny, but I’m just on a cold streak.”
“Sure, whatever you say. But you do have a nice big mouth, just the kind Fong like to fuck.”
That hit me across the jaw like a big upper cut and I had no response. Was this dirty old guy making a move on me? I didn’t have long to wait before finding out.
He pushed his stool back from the counter and stood up.
Fong was wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants that did next to nothing to hide the unmistakable outline of his semi-erect penis.
To add to the visual, a huge wet spot was clearly visible several inches down his leg where his prick had been leaking.
For such a small guy, his cock looked humongous.
I reached for my magazines and my credit card, intending to get the hell out there. But something kept my feet glued to the spot and my eyes fixated on his impressive bulge.
“Don’t be shy boy,” Fong continued. “I keep your secret. You just closet cocksucker. Nobody else here. I give you what you need.”
I can’t explain why I was still standing there and why I couldn’t take my eyes off his big package. It was like I was in a trance.
“Come behind counter, boy. I feed you good.”
My mind was saying run, but my feet wouldn’t listen. I did as instructed and found myself standing directly in front of Mr. Fong.
“Fong insist his cocksuckers are naked,” he commanded. “Undress now and get on knees.”
Unbelievably, I did exactly that. I took off all my clothes and piled them in the corner, before falling to my knees, my face now only inches from his pulsating crotch.
My mind raced as I realized I was completely nude in this man’s store, submitting sexually in a way I had never imagined.
My cock was harder than I could ever remember it.
“Kiss it,” he directed.
Through his flimsy sweatpants, I kissed the bulbous outline of his knob, tasting the salty precum seeping through his pants. I heard myself let out a moan from deep in my gut.
“Yes, you make good cocksucker. You need it bad,” he said. “Now pull down pants and free Fong’s dong.”
He giggled, obviously pleased with his dime store poetry. This guy was anything but a smooth operator, but his huge member was close to the sexiest thing I’d ever encountered.
As I pulled the elastic waist down, his still hardening tool popped free and whacked my chin. “Don’t just stare, get to work,” he demanded.
Tentatively, I licked his thick purple cockhead, still partially engulfed in his uncut helmet.
His crotch had a musky smell, as if he hadn’t showered in several days.
While his tool wasn’t massively long, probably close to 8″, it was ridiculously thick and fleshy, contrasting greatly with his skinny body.
As I swirled my tongue around my first cock and took the first couple of inches into my virgin mouth, stretching my jaw to it’s limits, I was struck by how obscene his amazing cock looked sticking out from his frail body.
This was the cock of a warrior attached to the body of a weakling.
“Ahhhhh,” Fong groaned. “You big mouth perfect for Fong dick. You watch teeth,” he demanded as he gave my face a hard slap.
While he had a dark patch of black hair above his tool, his balls and cock were completely smooth. His nuts were equally impressive and hung very low in his loose sack. He was the epitome of the expression “hung like a horse.”
He roughly grabbed the back of my head and forced what I thought was an impossible number of inches into my mouth till his fat gland pushed against the back of my throat. I started to gag and reached up to push him away.
“No hand boy,” he growled. “Put behind back, now.”
As I did, Fong reached under the counter and pulled out a pair of regulation hand cuffs.
“Keep these in case of robbers,” he laughed. “I shoot fuckers in gut with my 357 then cuff and watch as they squirm in pain. But work good for training cocksuckers too.”
He locked my wrists behind my back, effectively putting me completely at his mercy. “Don’t worry faggot boy, I train you to take cock like a pro.”
As he again began his assault on my throat, I was thankful that his fat schlong had a slight downward curve. He was now rock hard, but rather than bending to one side or the other, his boner bent down slightly, which appeared to be the perfect shape for deeply penetrating a cocksucker’s throat.
I fought to breath through my nose and resist my gag reflex as he inched his way down my throat.
I had read somewhere that to deepthroat a cock, you had to act like you were literally swallowing it, so I swallowed hard and his rod was actually inhaled down my throat.
I felt my neck bulge and my pharynx stretch to accept his girth.
After several minutes of this constant onslaught, I felt his pubes tickling my nose and his hanging balls bang against my chin.
“You fucking pro now, boy,” Fong announced. “You take all Fong have to offer.”
He slowly withdrew and then thrust forward, bottoming out again. This was repeated over and over till he was fucking my throat like a pussy. Lucky for me, his prick continued to secrete a steady flow of precum, keeping my throat lubed for his ferocious attack.
Suddenly Fong stopped pumping my throat, leaving his tool buried deep.
Ding, ding. Shit, somebody had just entered the store. I was hidden from view under the counter, but I still felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed.
“Hi Mr. Fong,” a sexy girl’s voice echoed through the store. “Just this bottled water please.” I recognized the voice as the college daughter of one of my neighbors. I’d seen her at the club earlier with some of her girlfriends.
“No fun for you tonight, huh?” she giggled as he gave her change, obviously a little buzzed. “All work and no play makes Mr. Fong a dull boy.”
“I have plenty fun, Suzy,” Fong said, as he gave a little hip thrust and poked the back of my throat. Not being ready for this sudden movement, I gagged loudly.
“What was that?” Suzy exclaimed.
“Just my cocksucker learning his new skill,” Fong laughed. “Take look.”
I saw Suzy’s cute blonde hair fall over the counter as she leaned across to see what Fong was talking about. Here I was face to face with this gorgeous coed, naked, on my knees, handcuffed with Fong’s wicked shaft buried down my throat.”
“Holy shit. I didn’t know Mr. Simpson was gay. Hi Mr. Simpson, I thought I saw you dancing with some cute girls tonight at the club?”
I wanted to shout, “I’m not gay”….but with Fong’s huge rod buried down my throat I couldn’t even muster a whisper. Besides, trying to deny the accusation while I had a male organ inserted in my throat was kinda a lost cause.
“Simpson damn good cocksucker. His big horsemouth just what Fong needed. He take it like pro,” Fong grunted as he returned to his steady throat fucking. “You want watch me feed this faggot?”
“Hell yes,” Suzy squealed. “Let me go get my girlfriend in the car. Rachel will never believe this.”
Within seconds, Suzy returned with her friend. I recognized her immediately as one of the girls I’d been shot down by earlier in the evening. She was a beautiful redhead, with emerald green eyes and a body made for fantasies. She was way out of my league, but I’d given it a shot anyway.
“Suzy, this guy was hitting on me earlier tonight. Guess I didn’t have anything to worry about.”
“He switch teams,” Fong interjected. “He no good with girls, so he now my little bitch.”
“Wow, he’s got a bottomless throat. No way I could take all that cock, Mr. Fong,” Suzy said. “I had no idea you were so big.”
The girls went on giggling and commenting on my skills as I doubled my efforts to get Fong off. He had incredible stamina and my jaw ached painfully. Tears were running down my cheeks as my eyes were watering uncontrollably.
“Look how hard his weenie is,” Suzy’s girlfriend commented, pointing at my throbbing boner. “It’s dripping so much, he left a pool of spooge on the floor.”
“I think Mr. Simpson likes giving head as much as Mr. Fong likes getting it,” Suzy snickered.
“Oh, I like fucking his mouth,” Mr. Fong replied. “Too bad he not pretty like you girls.”
With that comment, Suzy reached into her purse and pulled out a lipstick. “I can make him prettier for you,” she giggled.
“You funny girl,” Fong commented as he pulled his tool from my tortured jaw long enough for Suzy to apply a thick coat of ruby red to my lips.
“Open wide my pretty bitch,” Fong snarled as he drove his boner back into my throat.
The humiliation was almost unbearable, yet I couldn’t wait to swallow Fong’s creamy load.