I clicked on the thumbnail, already hard just by knowing what the content was. My voice echoed from the speakers.
- Yea, papi. Yeah, hnnnnnggg.
- ¿Te gusta?
- Yeah, hnnnng.
I watched myself, face-first into a burly Mexican man's crotch, huffing his pubes, his thick, hairy hand on my head. His thick gold watch shone in the frame, signaling the man's status. My little cocklet was hard instantly. I wanted to bury my head in this man's crotch again. I wanted to service him.
There was a knock at the door. Jumping from my seat, I quickly scrambled off to answer, bumping into my desk. Running to the sound, I didn't even think to dress up. “Coming!” I yelled.
Opening the door, my eyes met two big, thick hairy slabs of meat, adorned with a thick gold chain necklace. The deep crevasse between them was nearly too inviting. My mouth watering, I gulped, stifling a moan. Breathing got hard as I felt my dicklet pulse, precum dripping from it. These pecs were so beefy, so hot, so inviting.
They bounced up and down for me, the thick chain jingling. Tops loved showing off their wealth, flaunting how much richer they were to sweet, submissive, obedient sluts like me. The chain jiggled again, the pecs bouncing again. I wanted to motorboat the beefy tits. I heard some mumbling, not even registering anything around me.
“¡Hayzon, pinche puto!” A familiar voice rang out.
The chest flexed in flash, and then I couldn't breathe. My jaw was lifted up, until my face met his.”You want more of dis, ¿ey?”
The square jaw covered with a thick yet short black beard tailored to perfection. The deep hazel eyes piercing deep into my soul. The short black fauxhawk. It was my neighbor, Emilio. Weakly, I nodded.
He let my neck go, allowing me to gasp and catch my breath. Barely had I stopped panting, Emilio spun me around, pulling me closer to him. His thick hand on my stomach, I arched my back so my bubble butt would push against his crotch. Emilio took a few steps forward, pushing me as he closed the door. “That's a good boi. And I only came to borrow some dinero!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, you know you don't need a reason to...” I trailed off as the very loud sound of my own moaning distracted us both. Emilio's booming laughter rang through my apartment, “You're watching last week's good times again, ¿ey putito?”
I gulped, feeling his throbbing bulge between my cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. His other hand rubbed my inner thigh before easily lifting me off the ground. As he picked me up, Emilio's breathing became heavier. He mumbled and groaned. He thrust his hips forward, his chubbing cock parting my cheeks further.
Oozing arrogance, Emilio let out, “I said, ¿ey, putito?”
“S- si, Papi.”
“Good boi.”
I placed my hands over his, feeling his body hair under my touch. I threw my head back, landing right between his pecs. He smelled so good, like oil and rubber mixed with earthy sweat. Whatever inhibitions I had were gone. I just wanted him to rail me hard. So fucking hard.
Papi held me tightly as he moved us towards my room, taking each step as an opportunity to thrust his pulsing bulge against my ass. I quivered as he moved one of his hands towards my crotch, using his thick index to flick my bobbing dicklet.
“Hnng!” I let out a drawn out moan, as he flicked it in time with his steps. My balls churned as my prostate reacted to Papi's presence. Memories of times with him flooded my brain. He was an animal in bed, lasting for hours on end. He'd fuck me, order food, fuck me and the delivery guy, fuck me two more times and then parade me around on his motorcycle (with his cock in my ass) before calling it a night. Sometimes even sleeping over for two morning blowjobs before going to work at his garage.
Busy reminiscing, I hadn't noticed we'd reached my bedroom. By the time I came back to, Papi had forced his mouth against mine, his thick lips latching onto mine. His tongue invaded my mouth. His thick tongue, his long tongue, tasting of tobacco and mescal. Sitting on my bed, he'd placed me on his lap, his extreme bulge throbbing against my hip. I placed my arms around his thick neck, combing his fauxhawk with my lithe fingers. We continued making out as he groaned.
He lifted himself slightly as I heard buttons pop. He slid his pants off, my bed creaking loudly as he sat back on it. One of his bulky hands moved towards my ass, as he used the other to hold his fat cock. I felt warm flesh cover my cocklet, pressing heavily against my useless manhood. Fuck, Papi's cock was thick. And long. And hot.
Papi broke our kiss as he squeezed my thick, juicy ass.
“Hands behind,” he ordered. I stood up swiftly, placing my hands behind my back. Using his belt, Papi bound my wrists together. He spun me around, offering me a view of his incredible body. Muscular and hairy all over, Papi knew exactly what muscle to flex to drive me crazy as I gawked at his body. His shredded furry abs. His massive thick motorboatable pecs. His girthy arms and forearms, ending in thick fingers. His tree-trunk legs, solid like mountains.
“Mirala,” he ordered. I looked.
I started by his overflowing pubes, nearly hiding the root of his tool. Then I focused on his colossal uncut cock.
Veiny. Plump. Wide. Musky. Huge. Manly. Mind-numbing. Orgasm-giving. Life-altering.
It took over all my thoughts. Papi's cock was so grandiose. It smelled so good. I tasted so good. It felt so good. Papi deserved to feel so good. I needed to make Papi feel so good. His cock was meant to be served. I was meant to serve Papi's cock. It was the best cock. I obeyed Papi. I obeyed his cock.
Tease. Taste. Suck. Blow. Deep. Gag. Stretch. Choke. Breathe. Blow. Deep. Stretch. Choke. Breathe. Blow. Deep. Stretch. Choke. Breathe. Blow. Deep. Gag. Stretch. Choke. Breathe. Blow. Deep. Stretch. Choke. Breathe. Blow. Deep. Stretch. Choke. Breathe. Blow. Deep. Gag. Stretch. Choke. Choke. Stretch. Swallow. Taste. Swallow. Taste. Swallow. Taste. Swallow. Taste. Lick. Clean.
He tasted tart. He tasted manly. He tasted like superiority.
My nose led my face to his thick pubes, sniffing his earthy musk combined with my saliva. I nuzzled it all, coating my face with him as I moaned.
“Bueno putito,” he complimented, “that's only round uno, ¿sabes?”