Fat Faggot 2

Monday 2:00 P.M.

I should just go home. But I don’t. I turn onto Oakland Park and pull into the Seven Eleven. I drove around the building next to it and park in the spaces reserved for The Club House II. Can’t afford it. The rent is due. I don’t listen to myself. Sex at the Pussycat just makes me want more. I take a plastic bag from the trunk of my Ford Escort. My toys. It’s time for some serious sex.

I took a room. I needed a room for the kind of sex I wanted. Like in the Pussycat when I was bussed in the interior was almost pitch dark. I fumble around moving down the main hall toward the private rooms as my eyes adjust to the dim light. I make out images of men but can’t really make out their features. I locate my room more by touch than by sight.

I undress quickly without turning on the light. I need my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When I finally step out of my room, I can see. I notice a tall slim powerful old man standing in front of an opened room across the hall from my room. He looks interesting. Like maybe, he has a dick big enough to satisfy me. At least he has all the signs that I associated with men having big dicks. His ears are large. His nose is huge and his hands are like meat hooks they are so big.

I nod my head at him as I approach. He eyes me intently but ignores me except to sneer at me as I pass. I don’t stop. Got to see what the picking are today. In the tv room are two old men and a young stud. The young stud is playing with his dick which isn’t overly big and is cut. The way to two old men are eyeing him, I know they wouldn’t be interested in a fat fag like me. I move on. In the whirl pool is an old man fat like me. I’ve seen here before. He likes old men but I’m not interested in him. His eyes are too friendly. I looked into the sauna. Two old men are sitting naked on the benches. One is short with a long thin dick. I never saw him before. The other one is big boned and bald. He got balls almost as big as mine and a short but thick dick. But they aren’t what I need. I walk over to the steam room. It’s too foggy to see inside. I open the door and get a blast of steamy heat. No one is inside.

I head back to my room. I pass the tall old man. He glares at me when he sees me. I smile at him as I squeeze past him in the hallway. He moves back against the wall as though he doesn’t want me to touch him. I stop and look back at him before opening the door to my room. I smile at him.

 Inside my room I open my plastic shopping bag and pull out a can of Cisco and a huge dildo. It’s fully three inches in diameter and twelve inches long. I climb on the bed and lying on my back with the Cisco and the dildo between my wide spread legs.

The form of the tall old man suddenly fills the doorway. I like his full head of solid white hair. It reminds me of my father. He was tall and strong like him and big boned. I remember the first time my old man told me to come with him into the garage that he wanted to talk to me about something. He was looking at me with the same loathing look in his eyes that the old man in the doorway has in his eyes now. That look had frightened me as a kid, but I had known better than disobey my father. I remember slowly following my father into the garage and him telling me to close the door. I had done as he ordered and when I turned around daddy was unbuckling his belt. I thought he was going to take his belt off and whip me. But as I watched my father unbuttoned his green work slacks and pulled them down. Then I watched in growing excitement as my father pulled down his jockey shorts. I had been sneaking around trying to spy on him in the bathroom for weeks. Now suddenly my father was standing before me with a huge hard on.

Daddy had then asked me if this was what I had been trying to see when I had walked in on him in the bathroom the day before. I found myself nodding. At that moment I hadn’t even thought to lie to him. “Well, you little fag. You wanted to see it. Now I’m going to let you.” He told me and then ordered me to strip my clothes off. “You should have been a fucking girl. Your dick isn’t as big as my finger.” My father had added as he pulled a can of Cisco from a shelf where he kept his tools and began to spread the white Cisco over his dick. “Bend over that work bench, Faggot!” He ordered.

Shaking with fear and excitement at the same time, I had done what my father had ordered. Then I felt the greasy head of his huge dick pressing against my tiny asshole. “You ain’t never going to be nothing but a faggot. You might as well get used to getting fucked!” My father had said in a loud angry voice as he suddenly thrust him huge dick head into my tiny virgin asshole. I didn’t scream. God! It hurt! But I didn’t scream. I was afraid he would stop. And in spite of the terrible pain, I wanted him to fuck me. I had been dreaming of him fucking me ever since a friend at school had shown me a picture of a man fucking a woman. I had been dreaming of daddy fucking me like I was a woman. I hadn’t screamed even when daddy rammed his entire dick into me. I had taken it with only a whimper. At first I had thought that the pain was going to kill me. But then my tiny dick suddenly got hard and I had reached my hand down between my legs as daddy raped my asshole.

“A little faggot like you shouldn’t have such big balls.” Daddy had told me as he had reached down and grabbed my huge balls and started squeezing them. The pain had caused my head to start swimming, but strangely enough I had pumped my little dick harder with my fingers. Daddy and I had shot off at the same time. Then after he had pulled his dick out of me, he had taken his belt and whipped me across my bare ass, calling me fagot over and over again as he had beat me with his belt. And even though whimper and dancing from the pain, I had jacked myself off again while he beat me. After than daddy would call me into the garage at least once a week until he died in an automobile accident a couple years later.

The look in the old man’s eyes was like the looks in my father’s eyes when he would tell me to come with him into the garage. The old man in the doorway loath me but he wanted me at the same time. He loathes me being fat and a slut. But I sensed that needed me to satisfy his desires. Without a word he walks into the room and leans down and grabs the huge dildo and starts smearing it with Cisco. Then he takes of his tower. His dick is not long but monstrously thick, thicker than the dildo.

I watch the look of both excitement and disgust on his face as he takes the dildo and pushed the head of it against my asshole. “Is this what you want?” He whispers in a soft yet cruel voice. He shoves the huge dildo forward with great force sending it deep into my bowels. “Then take it.” My back arched. I let out a loud grunt. The old man shoves the huge dildo the rest of the way inside me.

I looked up at him. I see my father. I want to cry out from the pain but I don’t. The old man starts fucking me with the dildo pulling it out to the head and the thrusting it as deep inside of me as it will go just like daddy used to do his dick. Then he’s on the bed squatting over my face. “Eat my asshole, fuck pig.” He orders as he grasp the dildo again and fuck me brutally with it.

I want to please the tall old man like I used to want to please daddy when I licked his ass. I stick my tongue out and start licking the old man’s asshole. He starts hunching my face. Yes, he likes it! I fight against his tight asshole until I am able to pry open his tight hole with my tongue. I wiggle and twist it until I am inside his asshole. The tall old man is bouncing up and down over my face but somehow is still able to keep fucking me. The dildo reminds me of my father’s dick. My tiny dick throbs as I work my tongue even deeper inside the old man’s asshole.

“No, I don’t want to cum you, fuck pig.” The old man calls out. He moves from over my face. Then pulls out the dildo. I raise my head and see him putting Cisco on his huge hand. My little peter dances up and down from anticipation. I bit my lip knowing how much he is going to hurt me.

Then I feel the tall man slip three fingers into my asshole. He finger fucks me only a moment before he is trying to force his whole hand into my asshole. I toss my head from side to side as I feel my asshole stretching almost to the tearing point as the tall old man insists on shoving his huge hand into me. I don’t ever recall someone with such a large hand. It’s more that I can take. I try to move way from him as he applies more force to his fist. But there is no escaping him as there was never any way of escaping daddy. By pure brute force that old man slides his entire fist into me.

I gasp for breath as I reach and grab my tiny dick with my fingers. Then as the old man shoves his fist deeper and deeper into me. I jack myself. I pump my tiny peter as the old man forces his huge fist as deep as it will go in my ass. Then he starts fucking me with his closed fist. I buck and thrash on the bed as I jack my tiny dick. The pain it terrible. The pleasure electric! I manage to lift my head. The old man is jacking his thick dick with his free hand as he fist fucks me. I love watching him jacking off. “Fucking fuck pig! Fuck pig!” The old man calls out as a stream of white sperm is suddenly jetting from his dick onto me. Then as he brutally pulls he clinched fist out of my asshole, I shoot off.

I look up at the old man. He’s looking down at me with such loathing. He grabs my towel and wipes his arm and hand clean and the throws the dirty towel on my stomach. The old man walks out of the room leaving the door open.

I hardly feel the fat old man’s dick that comes in seconds later. My asshole is stretch too big. I just lay there as he fucks me. He seems to enjoy himself as he fucks me. But my mine is still on the tall old man that just left. I want to see more of him. I want to be his faggot like I was my father’s faggot. But I let the fat old man keep fucking me until he cams. Only after he leaves do I go in search of the tall old man.

I find him in the locker room getting dressed. “Can I please see you again?” I asked when he looks up as I enter the room.

“Hell no. Get the fuck away from me.” He says reminding me how my father used to talk to me after he would finish with me.

“Do you go to Chardee’s? I can meet you there.”

The tall old man finished lacing his shoes and walks out of the locker room.

“I’ll meet you there tomorrow night. You can do anything to me you want.” I call after him. He doesn’t answer. But I think he’s come. Just like daddy always came back for more.