Reflections All copyrights belong to author, Michael Gleich
He wasn't much to look at, unless you like them rough. He had a mean look in the photo, pockmarks, and a scar near his left eye. His picture showed him sitting in a chair with a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other and his cock hung over the end the chair glistening with spit. It looked like someone had just finished servicing him.
The ad said he was looking for a sub, someone who loved to worship dick. It looked to be a good ten inches, maybe more. The cock was beautiful, veined, and thick all the way to the head. My eyes kept going to the cock, focusing on it and wondering how it would feel in my ass or throat. On the phone, he told me to meet him at a bar downtown. When I arrived, he was at the end of the bar. Tall, thin, he had a beer in his hand and he was looking in the mirror behind the bar. He was looking at me.
When he caught me staring back, he turned, reached down to his crotch, and squeezed his cock. I could see the outline of the head below his hand.
I walked over to him and said, "Les?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Your cock sucker, sir." He told me to say that to him when we talked on the phone.
He told me other things and before I hung up, I had jacked off and licked the jizz off my hand while begging to suck him off.
"So you like sucking dick? That right cock sucker, you like to suck another man's prick?"
"Yes sir. I'll get on my knees and worship that cock of yours. I can't stop looking at it since I first saw your photo."
He turned back to the bar and looked at the crowd by way of the mirror. I stood there staring at his crotch; I could see the outline of that big dick. He knew I was looking at it too. Drool formed at the side of my mouth when my dick boned.
"Please? Sir, please let me service you." I said.
He looked at me in disgust, and then turned his head back to the mirror.
I reached over and felt his donkey dick. He didn't move, just stood there while I moved my hand along the length, until I could feel the outline of his balls too, all packed in a jock. The jock bulged at his groin so much I couldn't fit my hand over it all. His cock was growing while he sipped his beer, ignoring me while I humiliated myself.
"Why don't you get down on your knees and sniff it, cock sucker." He didn't bother to turn to look at me but stared ahead in the mirror.
I knelt on the floor looking at him light a cigarette. Someone behind laughed at me as I knelt in front of him, close to his crotch. The denim was worn from wear, it smelled of piss and sweat and made me lust for him even more. My tongue reached out and licked.
I heard a voice behind the bar yell, "Hey, Meathead."
I kept licking.
The voice boomed closer to me, "Dick-breath, I'm talking to you."
The bar went quiet all of a sudden. I looked up to see the bartender stare down at me.
"Get the fuck out, ass-hole." He looked at me as if he was about to jump over the bar and rip my head off.
"Yes sir! Sorry." I got off my knees and looked around. Guys stared at me and snickered.
I walked out of the bar and when the cold fresh air hit my face, I woke up from the daze I was in, realizing what a fool I just made of myself. I walked toward my car, fumbled with my keys before I finally opened the door and got in.
I started to drive down the road, when in front of me, leaning against the brick wall of the bar, was Les. He stared at me when I went by. My face heated up again and I made a U in the street and pulled up to where he stood.
"Can I give you a lift?" I asked with a pleading look.
He looked around, walked over to the car, and opened the passenger door before he got in. "We can go to my place. Drive down the street."
"Yes, sir," I said.
In less than a mile, we were in a warehouse district. I drove down an alley and parked beneath a naked light bulb hung from a fixture above a warehouse door. We got out and walked over to a door where he took out a key, and opened it.
"Come in, cock-sucker." He stared down at me as I walked in front of him and into the warehouse.
It was a sculptor's studio. Mostly metalwork and some stone figures. He flipped a couple of switches for the ceiling lights. Mirrors mounted around the room reflected different angles of the interior and when I looked up, moonlight filtered through skylights in the roof. The night held a full moon. Outside of the sculptors, the room was bare except for some chairs and a couch. He walked over to an area that passed for a kitchen, to a small refrigerator and took out two beers, then walked back and sat in a chair near the middle of the room. Les picked up a phone next to the chair and dialed. While on the phone, he spread his legs and looked at me as he held out a beer.
I walked over and knelt between his legs, taking the bottle and gulped down most of the beer while staring at his crotch. He pointed to his groin and I went to work licking where the cock bulged out the denim. He grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth hard against the mound in his pants.
"Hey Bill, what's up?" Les said into the phone.
As he talked to the other person, his hand unbuttoned his pants and he pulled out his well worn, stained jock pouch, threadbare and ready to split open the worn fabric. I slobbered on the jock, and mouthed the fuck-monster in the pouch. His prick got hard as I suck his jock, filling my face with hot dick meat. He pushed back into the chair, and stretched his legs out to enjoy my administrations.
When he finally hung up, Les stood while I mouthed his dick. I looked up and watched him reach into his shirt pocket pulling out a bottle of amyl. He opened the top and pushed it under my nose. I took a deep breath of the vapor and went back to work, sucking that cock through his jock pouch.
"Yeah, you fuckin slut, suck that dick. Suck me fucker." He took a hit of the amyl as I sucked all I could on his pouch. Les grabbed my head and rammed his groin into my face, smashing the bloated pouch against my mouth.
"Fuck yeah, eat me fucker." I grabbed on to the sides of his legs, fucking my face in his stretched out jock pouch.
"Get off." He pulled my head back and pushed me to the floor.
He walked to the refrigerator and took out two more beers, turned and said, "Take your fucking clothes off."
Walking back to the chair, he sat the beers down and removed his boots and jeans. After sitting in the chair, he slipped into his boots. I knelt nude facing him. He lit a cigarette and handed me a beer. I gulped my beer as I watched his big fucking basket wet with spit.
"Turn around and show me your ass."
I turned, kneeling on the floor with my ass up and my hands spreading my butt cheeks. With my face sideways on the floor, I noticed my reflection. I could see myself from different angles about the room. He had the mirrors adjusted to reflect whatever was in front of him. It was so fucking hot. My ass up in the air, on my knees with my head bowed to the floor. I felt like a slut and that felt good.
He reached down and fingered my asshole, then played with my cock. He gave my ass a slap, and yanked on my nuts.
"Smooth. Keep yourself shaved cunt, if you want to come back."
"Yes sir."
I could feel him pushing lube up my hole, working a few fingers of goop in my ass at a time. He then grabbed my balls and jacked my cock.
"You cleaned out fucker, like I told you?"
"Yes sir."
I kept thinking of that big fucking dick pounding the hell out of my ass. He went back and shoved more grease up my butt, sticking his fingers up my fuck chute. I was close to blowing a load and groaned like whore when he sat back in his chair.
"Get the fuck up and pull my jock off with your teeth."
I swiveled around and stared at the pouch full of cock meat. Leaning, I nipped at the edge of the jock to hold on and pulled it down until his dick sprung up and slapped me. It arched out, big and veined for my cock-sucking throat.
I sat back on my haunches with the strap hanging from my mouth.
"Chew it," he said.
I pushed the jock pouch and straps in my mouth as he watched me with a smirk on his face.
"Put it on, Dick-breath."
I pulled out the spit-covered jock, and worked it up my legs. My boned dick stuck out making me look more like a slut.
"Suck my balls, Asshole." He started to jack his cock.
Getting on my knees, I leaned into his crotch and worked his nuts into my mouth. I looked up as he sat jacking his dick looking in a mirror. I reached behind and spread my ass so he had a good look at my hole in the mirror.
"Yeah fucker. What a whore. Show me your fuck-hole, bitch. Stick your fingers in your ass-cunt." He reached into his shirt pocket and brought out the amyl, putting the bottle to my nose. I sniffed deep and went into another world, trying to suck those balls down my throat. He started to jack his cock again, leaning back, watching me shove three fingers up my fuck chute.
He let go of his cock and let it rest on my head, then leaned over to open a gym bag and pulled out a dildo. The rubber cock was the size of his own dick. He then held the plastic prick next to his cock before he slapped my face with the fucking dildo.
"Yeah bitch, fuck yourself. What a piece of trash you are. Fuck yourself, you cock-sucking cunt."
I went to town jamming my fingers in and out of my butt, lifting my ass up in the air so he could have a better look. He looked at the mirror and jacked his cock while I sucked his balls down my fag throat.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his nut-sack, pushed me with his booted foot on the floor and held the dildo in front of me.
"I want you to fuck yourself on this dildo. Now lick it."
"Yes sir."
Getting back on my knees, I leaned over and grabbed the dildo with my mouth. He held on to the balls at the base while I sucked and licked the shaft of the rubber prick, coating the dildo with spit.
Les grabbed my head and jammed me down, making me choke and cough up slime and snot, coating the rubber cock.
"I like hearing you gag fucker. What a cock-sucker you are, fucking your face on a plastic prick... Yeah, look at yourself mother-fucker. Look in the mirror Dick-head, you cheap fuck."
There I was in the reflection of a mirror, mouthing a rubber prick. He grabbed me by my hair and yanked me off the shaft of my love toy.
"You ready to ride that mother-fucker while you suck my dick?" He handed me the dildo, and then got up and walked back to the refrigerator getting more beer. I busied myself coating the dildo with lube from the gym bag and watched his cock sway with every movement he made. Les came back with the beers, sat down in the chair in front of me, and lit a cigarette.
"Put your dolly down, slut."
He handed me a beer after I laid the greased-up dildo on the floor. There was a drop of clear fuck fluid hanging from the piss slit. Reaching over with my tongue, I lapped where the juicy drop clung, relishing it.
"You like the taste of cock, sucker? You want to sit on the floor and play with my fuck stick? You'd like that wouldn't you, lapping my dick, following me around, begging for cock, faggot.
Looking up at him as he took another drag on his cigarette, I said, "Yes sir, I could live on your cock. Just tell me what you want. I'll do it. I'll do anything."
"Yeah, I bet you would. Lay back on the floor bitch. That's right, now spread your legs, lets see that hole of yours. Nice and pink ain't it. Bet you'd like to have something shoved up that pussy of yours wouldn't you."
On my back with my ass spread, I pulled my hole open so he had a good look.
"Please, sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please fuck me. I gotta have dick in me. Please sir," pushing my fingers up my hole.
"That's it fucker, play with your fucking asshole you two-bit fuck. Show me what you want. Yeah, spread that hole. Stick your tongue out and wet those cock-sucking lips for me fucker."
Les pulled the bottle of amyl out. Picking up the dildo, he stepped over me so that he straddled my face, I look up to see his cock arched above me, and his bubble butt with its inviting crack. Bending down, he gave me a good hit of vapor, before he knelt over my face, my head inches from his ass. He grabbed my legs and pulled them back, arching my ass up, and spread my fuck-hole wide open.
Les took the dildo and shoved it into my gaping ass-cunt. "You like that in there, fucker? Like having your hole filled fucker? Lick my ass faggot, stick your tongue in my ass and lick it, you mother-fucking homo," then he gave me a hit on the bottle.
Lifting my head up so I could reach his butt, my tongue licked his hole and crack before he sat on my face. Les worked the dildo up my chute, moving the love toy in and out of my hungry ass. I tongue fucked his hole with my nose buried in his crack in an amyl-induced euphoria.
Time seemed to stand still, I could only think of servicing him. Wanting to be his fuck toy, feeling my ass stretched and worked on as Les pumped my hole with the dildo, with my face covered by his ass.
He lifted up to feed me his cock. "That's it mother-fucker, eat my dick. Work my cock you cheap fuck. Work it bitch, work that dick cock-sucker."
He fucked my face while the dildo fucked my ass. The amyl rushed in my head, I wanted cock, all the cock I could take. Les shoved his dick in and out of my cock-sucking mouth as I swallowed on the shaft, milking his god-like cock with my throat muscles.
"Yeah, fucker, damn that feels good, fucking your fag throat. Swallow my dick, slut. Work my cock, whore."
Phlegm began to build as I started to gag on the deeply implanted dick. My guts began to cough up slime, slicking the dick even more. Les sat up a moment while I grabbed a quick gulp of air before he slammed his meat back in my mouth, shoving it all the way to the root, then back up before slamming down again over and over. Another hit of amyl passed over my nose when he took his cock out of my sucking mouth. He left the rubber dick shoved up my ass. My dick juice had coated my stomach running along my sides and onto the floor. Les sat down again with his crack covering my mouth. I stuck my tongue out to lick his hole and nibble at his ass lips, rooting my tongue as far as I could into his tight rosebud, working it in and out. I licked his crack as he lifted up to offer me his ball-sack. I gulped them down, willing to suck on anything he gave me. The amyl carrying me away into my own private world of sex, a world of cock sucking, ass licking and butt fucking.
Les stood up, walked back to his chair, and sat down. He picked up his pack of cigarettes, tapped the end, and drew one out with his mouth. Then he lit it while he watched me fuck myself with the dildo he left in my ass.
"That's it, freak. Fuck your own goddamn self. Bet you do this at home don't you. Fuck yourself every goddamn chance you get, what a fuckin' piece of trash you are. Shove it up your butt motherfucker, shove that big ole dick up your ass-cunt, you fuckin' fag."
He sat there watching me fuck myself with the plastic prick while he smoked his cigarette. I laid back with my arms holding my legs apart over my head. One hand was slamming the dildo in and out of my ass while the other was rubbing my cock and balls encased in Les's worn jock. Just feeling where his big fucking prick laid all day gave me a thrill.
When he finished with his cigarette, Les said, "Pull your love puppy out and stick the sucker end on the floor between my legs."
I pulled the dildo out. At the base of the balls was a suction cup. With the lube and cock goo, all I had to do was slam that bad boy down hard on the floor. The thing swayed back and forth, just like Les's cock.
"Now mount that fucker. Stick that love jockey up your asshole and ride that mother-fucker for all it's worth you fuckin' cum-bucket." Les reached for the bottle of liquid love. He bent over in his chair and gave me two big hits of vapor while I worked that gut reamer up my ass. My fucking ass-lips opened wide as I sunk down on the prod. Both my feet squared away, I began doing squats with my love chute engulfing the rubber dick. The time spent in marine boot camp finally paid off. Up and down, I went like a fucking merry-go-round pony. My heavy jock pouch hung between my spread out legs, banged on the fake balls on the down stroke, then I would rise to the tip, where I could feel its head at my ass-lips before slamming my ass down again for another ride on the rubber donkey dick. I grunted and moaned like the cheap slut Les wanted me to be.
He took a hit of vapor, "Now suck my cock you stupid fuck. Suck me good fag boy." He spread his legs and aimed his cock at my opened mouth.
I reached over and gulped that cock, riding that donkey-dong in my ass, sucking that fucking love muscle down my throat until I could feel it pass my tonsils. I forced myself on his cock. Forced that big fucking dick of his down my gullet more than I thought possible, swallowing it, gagging on it, bringing more slime and juice up till it ran out of the sides of my mouth. His cock snot flowed from my nostrils. He grabbed my head in both hands and face-fucked me. Shoved my mouth down until it rammed against his pubes and then pulled my head up to the tip, where I barely caught my breath, then slammed me down again, repeatedly until I began to go limp. My asshole loose and sloppy from riding that fucking love toy, with my butt lips planted on the plastic balls at the base, I grabbed my cock encased pouch and came in my hand.
Les got up, grabbed my hair, and pulled me off the dildo.
"Get on your knees you fuck, I want your goddamn ass in the air I'm going to fuck that slop-hole of yours while you suck that dildo like you did my cock."
My knees were wobbly but I managed to raise my ass up so he could enter. He went behind me, aimed his ten-inch prick, and slammed that salami home. I went down on the slimy toy, my lips slick and shiny with goo as I slid my fag mouth up and down.
Les leaned over my back and gave me a hit of amyl while he whispered in my ear. "That's it faggot, suck that dildo while I ream out your hole with my fuckin dick. Bet you'd like to have a line of men to suck while I fuck your fag ass. I'll take you to the pier some night, where anybody can have you. You suck my cock with a line of guys behind, ready to fuck you. You'd like that wouldn't you. You'd like to be a cock-sucking fag for me wouldn't you. What a piece of trash. Look at yourself in the mirror, cunt. Look at your goddamn self, eating a dildo that was just up your ass, you mother-fucking slime-ball. I'm getting ready to cum slut, I'm going to shoot, get ready ass-fuck."
Suddenly Les pounded me hard. I could feel him deep inside my gut where his cock reamed me good. Looking over in the mirror, I saw the reflection of his huge dick slamming my ass over and over, my mouth going up and down on the dildo stuck to the floor. My body bouncing back and forth, wedged between the dildo in my mouth and Les's massive meat deep in my ass.
"Yeah, fuck yeah, take it bitch, take my cock juice, faggot." Les held my ass in his hands and ground his dick into my butt. With one last thrust, he held still with his cock planted deep in my cunt. I could feel squirt after squirt of jizz spill deep in my ass. After a few moments, Les got up and sat back down in his chair.
"Clean me, Dick-breath with your cunt mouth."
"Yes sir," I said, and went to work with my tongue."
"I'm going to call you sometime, you better be ready for me. You hear me slut? You hear what I'm telling you faggot?"
"Yes sir, I'll be ready."
About an hour had passed with me sucking and licking him. Finally, he told me to get the fuck out.
I left, wobbly, with Les's fuck juice dripping down my legs. God I loved it. When I got home, I fell on the bed and passed out. The next day, I thought only of the night before. Then as evening came, and I looked out the window at a full moon, the phone rang.
"Hello? Les? Les, is that you?" In my bedroom mirror was a reflection of me, boned and drooling.
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