Part 3

For another hour, I wore the loads of two men on my face, and tasted the remnants of three fat cocks in my mouth. I spent that time cruising for more men to use me, more men to make me their cocksucker. I cruised the upstairs. I cruised the downstairs. Finally, I found Him.

He was standing right next to me, actually. A large Brazillian man (I later learned), at least 6'3 and damn well built. He wore a army green tank and jeans and I had no idea what he was looking for. After cruising, he led the way to a stall and I followed. Once inside, it was very much the same as all the cocksucking I did all trip. Straight to my knees, mouth open, hands behind back. When he whipped out his cock I almost stuttered. It was thick and massive. And within seconds, it was testing the size of my mouth.

As soon as he stuffed that fat cock in my mouth, I was in heaven. He was one of those few people of whom my mouth was made for. It just fit perfectly. He was the roughest out of all of them. It was almost all face fucking, with only occasional breaks for me to work on his cock at my own pace. What's more, I was not, in the least bit comfortable. I was kneeling with hands behind me, arched backwards with my head against the wall. He was forcing me into this position, and I wasn't comfortable at all. But he got a great position to fuck my mouth in, and it was all about pleasing Him.

The facefucking was hot, and I loved every second of it, but it wasn't until I got too uncomfortable to continue in that position that the scene became INTENSE. I pushed him gently back and pulled my head up to say something (I need to move) and before I could complete the first word I found my mouth stuffed with cock again. All I could muster was a MPHH and I tried pushing harder. He slapped me and stuffed his cock all the way into the back of my throat. It was then I realized my comfort didn't matter. Maybe for the first time in my life, it really was ALL about Him. And for me, it was a personal challenge. I needed to push through the pain to be a good cocksucker, and damn it if I was going to give up.

He'd occasionally move me around, but after thirty minutes on concrete floor, my knees were aching and my back was in a lot of pain from all the contorting backwards and forwards. But that man needed his cock sucked, so I just pushed through it. No matter how much my body throbbed, no matter how many times I tried speaking up, he forcibly kept me on my knees, and forced me to shut the fuck up. Usually it was by stuffing his meat in my mouth, sometimes he just slapped me.

After about forty minutes total, something within me just sort of broke down. I stopped caring about the pain, about the choking, the gagging. I was just simply his whore and he was using me to his hearts content. In this state I existed only to suck his massive cock. Within minutes, I could feel him welling up, and he was starting to groan. I would almost always tell someone not in the mouth in this situation, but he clearly was going to do what he wanted. Sure enough, his grip on my head tightened in his powerful hands, and in moments he shot huge spurts of thick cum into my mouth and throat. I choked, I gagged, but he was relentless. He shot at least six spurts, and I swallowed EVERY drop. He held my mouth on his dick until he was satisfied with my cleaning. He zipped up, picked me up to my feet and we talked for a few mins.

I didn't cum once. I was there only to service men. And I left for an undying love for the Amsterdam Eagle. :-)