Gag

 In his Scruff profile, his "What I'm Looking For" resided the answer: a deep throat. 

53, 5'10" 180 (or so said the profile). Real life might have had him 10lbs heavier, but not a deal breaker. He had a kind but masculine face. Almost too nice when he was talking. But when talking was over - he didn't seem as nice.  .....and I say that in the most positive way.

I'm sure he introduced himself, but I didn't retain it. He had a screen name that had HUNG in it, I did remember that. See? I know when something is important. 

He didn't come for chit chat, nor was that why he was invited. I cupped his clothed crotch in my hand and whatever shifting of his feet that had been happening came to a full stop. All attention was on this: his dick.

As it should be. 

I sunk to my knees in front of him and went to do my traditional gnawing of the crotch. Before I could start, he hoisted me up and led me closer to a wall.  The back of my head was now at the wall and his dick thighs.  Nowhere to go, not that I was planning on it. 

There would be no gnawing. He reached and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. And he was commando.

His cock was nice. Pushing a real eight inches. But it was the girth that was truly impressive. It won't show in the images, but it was thick. Choking hazard thick. I loved it. 

That said, wrapping my lips around it, at first, was fine. With prolonged periods of time, coupled with either sucking or being face fucked, I won't lie - was a struggle. Mind you, I was not - and am not - complaining. 

During all of this, I remembered his Scruff want: a deep throat.  I wanted to give that to him, though I now knew my impediments. 

All of this was now out of my control. After I had opened and he inserted, he was in control. Remember, I had nowhere to go. 

He started off ok, but the penetration became deeper, faster, and with more intensity. 

I have mentioned here before, there have been times I have faux gagged, just to make a guy feel good about his prowess and / or his size. This was not one of those times. Each and ever time I gagged it was for good reason. The man's battering ram was assaulting my mouth and throat. 

I know for a fact a time here and there he got scraped with my teeth. This did not deter him, slow him down, elicit an 'ouch' or a 'hey, watch the fucking teeth'. He just kept plugging away. 

I kid you not when I tell you I could feel him bruising my tonsils in the process. As time went on, they became exceedingly more and more tender. He needn't know this - not that I could say anything had I wanted. 

The word "cocksucker" passed his lips. Not often. Or not often enough, but the point was made. Of course, the point was made with his mini-firehose in my mouth, pushing into my throat, over and over again. 

I was drooling on his dick. I was drooling on the carpet. It's funny what penile assault will do to your salivary glands. I think a lesser faggot would have asked him to stop, try to push him away, or tried to get the cock out at least for a breather. I'm not that guy. I was there for a reason - his, and now mine. I was hellbent on finishing what I started. 

Turns out after almost 20 minutes, he got what he wanted. What he needed. What I needed. 

The semen flowed and shot, or so it seemed. He buried himself as far as he could. I know guys say they want to cum in your throat, but most do it in the mouth and it slides down into your gullet. This was not that. This was I knew he was cumming but not tasting it. This was, yes, you've got a horrible deviated septum but figure a fucking way to breathe or you're gonna choke. 

I reached up enough to pull my septum to the left opening up airflow. I don't even think he noticed. I don't think he cared. 

I did taste some of his slime as he pulled back out. And let's face it, I nursed it. I got a few drops out. I savored them. But I savored the entire experience. 

Internally, I felt like I did a half-assed job. I had a hard time keeping up. I struggled. I didn't feel like I succeeded, though he got everything he had wanted. 

I felt a little better as we got ourselves together and he went on about how hot that was and what a great cocksucker I was. His evaluation of my work was nice, but my self-eval was much harsher. 

I guess I should keep practicing, huh?