"You're such a Fag."

I had sent him a text, more forward than I had ever been in my life. "I can't wait to suck your cock, again!"

He sent me a text back, saying "You're such a fag. lol." I knew that he was just joking, and I had to admit that it kind of turned me on. I was a fag for his cock. I couldn't even try to argue against it. That first time together, I didn't even hestitate or pause before taking his cock and cumshot and swallowing it down.

I had met him a few days earlier. It seemed like we had a connection right away. It was just a slight smile, maybe a knowing look. Something told him that I could be his. He was much more open about his life style, than I was. I was more reserved. Something that I think amused him. Especially after that passionate night!

He made it easy. He was casual, yet confident. I try to pretend that I am in control, but when given the chance, I had been such a slut. I so easily fell to my knees, that first night. His pubic hair tickled my nose as I took his cock down to his balls. He stumbled and sighed. It made me smile to myself to make a man, this man, feel like that. To feel weak in the knees. Tonguing his full, amble sack, now I was the one sighing. Flicking my tongue on his cock's tip, savoring the sweetness of his precum. I felt deperate to make him cum. There is something so sensual, sexy and arousing about a cumming cock. Something so powerful, so undeniable. Something so fulfilling. Taking a cum shot, so satisfying.

Yet, something told me that there was more to that night than just giving into my base desires. I stood, I have no doubt that I had an obvious lust in my eyes, and we kissed. We kissed passionately. His tongue in my mouth made my cock twitch and my body tingle. I undressed him and he undressed me. The anticipation of what might come! Kissing each other's necks, breathing in each other's manly scents. He guided me to the bed. We kissed and let our hands explore one another. I moaned as our tongues intertwined. I trembled when he took my cock between his lips. I felt like a teenager, like it was all new, like it was my first time. Any remaining inhabitions just melted away. I felt my old existance getting left behind.

Just days later, the thoughts and memories and urges had me almost desperately texting him. He was working, but agreed to a quick get together at a job site trailer. I guess I had expected the same nicely dressed, somehow both rough and polished gentlman. What greeted me was just the rough, unshaven, messed up hair and scented with musk and sweat, side of him. "Oh, my!" I said behind the closed door.

I pulled his shirt off and breathed him in. His scent was like an aphrodisiac. I had never felt such a powerful and new arousal. I dove my mouth to his, desperate for his tongue.

"We have fo hurry," he said. His chest heaving, his breathing heavy.

I quickly kissed down his chest, pausing only to lick, suck and tease his hard nipples. He reached down and pinched mine. Gosh, it made my cock wet!

His scent, more arousing than expceted. I pushed my face into his fragrant arm pit. I licked it, so salty and amazing. His scent covered me, enveloped me. I breathed it in.

"Truly, such a fag!" I thought.

On my knees, I pulled at his belt and fly like I was unwrapping a gift. I ripped his pants down. Unconciously, I bit my lower lip at the sight and seemed to sigh. I kissed his big, beautiful cock and rubbed my face all over it! I sucked on his tip, hoping to taste him. I licked his sweaty balls, hoping to please him. I took his cock and felt it push down my throat.

"Ah, fuck man!" he said, softly.

My whole body, my brain, was tingling. Nothing! nothing was better than having his cock in my mouth! I held his thighs. I ran them over his ass. Why did I want to rim him so badly? I sucked his dick, eager to coax out his cum!

The edges and ridge of his cock's head. The way they felt on my lips! I moaned. I was in love. In love with sucking cock!

"Yeah man, suck it. Make me cum!"

Again, his words made my cock leak. Why did they turn me on so much? Because you're a cock sucking fag! I thought and I'd prove it, too!

I pulled his delicious dick from my mouth and stroked his saliva coated shaft. I looked up at him and asked him to cum on my face!

"Fuck!" he moaned and quickly took his cock in hand. I licked his balls. What other way to show how much I was his?

His grunts, his groans, the thrill of knowing that he was so close! I opened my mouth and waited for his cum until the first, euphoric ropes shot out from his throbbing tip and coated my tongue. More cum, more sensuous grunts and I felt it cover my face.

We both kind of laughed. We knew that we both had gotten exactly what we wanted.