Picked up at the Adult Bookstore, Used as his Fag

Years ago, I was in a booth at an adult bookstore, and as usual on my knees sucking cock. One of the guys left the door ajar and I could see a couple of guys watching, which got me even hotter. Then one guy asked the guy I was sucking, "A good cocksucker?" The guy I was sucking said, "Like a good faggot." I was on fire. When the guy who asked took his turn in the booth, I reached for his zipper, he stopped me, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my hair back. He said that he wanted more than a suck job. He was very hot looking, and had on some military garb including combat boots, which is a turn-on. I offered to get a room, so we walked out together, got in my car and went to a sleazy motel. When I was paying for the room, he made a few comments and the clerk smiled...he knew. We got in the room and he told me to strip. While I was getting undressed, he told me that he finds fags like me wherever he gets stationed. As I stood there naked, he looked at my erection and commented about my little fag dick. When he told me to sit in the corner, I was surprised but complied.

As I sat there, I instinctively started stroking, he told me to stop and put my hand behind my head. Then he brought over the phone book, which startled me. I was getting scared, but I felt so submissive. He put the book on the floor, and lift my cock and balls, then slid the book under them. He stood in front of me smiling. “I love submissive fags like you.” With that he unzipped his leather jacket exposing his hairy chest, which is one of my weaknesses. Then he removed his jeans exposing his beautiful cock. “Say it faggot!” “Beg!” I must have been quite a sight, naked in the corner, cock and balls on a phonebook, hands behind my head, begging for his cock. Then a sensation I never felt before, his combat boot pressing on my cock. It hurt, it felt good, it hurt, sensations going round and round. I could not get to his cock and all I could think of is “Please.” He flexed his knees to lower himself, so I could grab his cock and stretch myself to get him in my mouth. My head was spinning from being so turned on, from feeling his cock throbbing in my mouth, combined with the pain that flickered on and off as he twisted his boot on my cock and then ease up. Suddenly he pulled away.

“Up on the bed on you hands and knees.” I looked back and he was taking lube from his jacket pocket. He put some on my ass, and on his fingers. First one finger, then 2, and 3. My moaning said it all. As his cock went deep in me, the ‘oh gods’ flowed. I love it so much, love men using me. He was holding my hips and fucking me, slowly at first, sometimes pulling out so only his head was in me. “Please fuck me, please.” “You fags are all the same.” He started fucking me faster. I didn’t even recognize my own voice as the ‘fuck me’ continued. After he exploded in me, I loved the feel of the warmth of his cum, I just remained there my ass throbbing, my cock throbbing. He pushed me over. “Get the fuck out.”

I had men use me before as a whore. Without saying a word, I dressed and left. Knowing that if I had an opportunity to be used again, I would.