Sucking off a Catfish

[wheelchairfag]

I went to visit a man i been talking to online, got to his apartment and it definitely wasn't the one in the pics, the man at the door was nowhere near my type and honestly I found very unattractive but I used a Lyft to get too him and I was sucking cock , so I pulled his dirty pajama pants down and sucked his decent sized uncut cock, it was smelly and he definitely hadn't showered but honestly sucking him off was fuckin hot, he shot a huge load down my throat. Then I ubered home

[sluttyjimmy]

Something similar happened to me when I was in college one wintery night in upstate New York.  At that time, chat lines by phone were available for guys to send voice messages back and forth to one another real time.  It was archaic but it worked somewhat reliably for horny guys to hook up from the comfort of your own home, including from my apartment directly across from the main entrance to the college I attended.

I eventually received a message from a guy in his mid-20s, finding out he could host at his apartment that was about three miles away, since my two roommates were an obstacle to me hosting.  He said he was familiar with the college bus schedule, since he hooked up with campus guys regularly, and I should take bus 176 that stopped at the college’s main entrance at 10:05pm.  He said the bus would make multiple stops in the neighboring areas before it headed straight down the main boulevard.  About three miles down, it would turn off the boulevard, and right as the bus turned, that I should hit the pull cord, as his apartment was directly across the street from the first stop right after the turn.  I did as instructed, and walked up to the second floor, found his apartment, and knocked.  I was full of anticipation as I knocked on the door, looking forward to seeing the hot 20-something guy I had traded messages with on the phone.

When the door opened, I was shocked and confused as I was looking at an unattractive overweight guy who had to be in his mid-to-late 60s.  He had a crazy long unkempt white beard and unruly Albert Einstein-like gray hair.  He wore a bathrobe, tall black socks, and slippers. 

I felt my eyes open wide in shock, as I attempted to make sense of the old man in front of me whom I was not expecting to answer the door.  I thought I must have the wrong apartment when he motioned me to enter.  I finally found my voice as I said, "Um...Sorry, but I gotta go" and turned to leave.  He responded, in turn, with "Before you leave, Jimmy, you should realize there are no more buses stopping out front until about 6am tomorrow morning and this is not the safest neighborhood to be walking in the middle of the night."

I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.  It was after all, before the age of cell phones, Uber, and Lyft.  It was also very cold and snowy outside, and there was no way I could walk the three miles back to my apartment in that weather.  The guy startled me out of my distracted state by impatiently asking, "Are you coming in or not?!"  

Feeling I had no other alternative, I cautiously walked into his apartment, and he closed the door behind me.  I instantly changed my mind and turned back toward the door, and I saw him lock the deadbolt with a key, which he removed from the lock and put in the pocket of his bathrobe.  "Let's go, college boy" broke me from my thoughts of leaving, as he pointed his index finger toward the main living space and confidently walked past me.  

The old man, old enough to be my fucking grandpa, walked to his oversized BarcaLounger, and turned around to face me.  He untied and opened his bathrobe, and as he sat his fat ass down to get comfortable, he said, "I have something special for a cock slut like you to enjoy until the next bus comes around.  Get on your knees!"

I slowly walked over and squatted down between his spread legs, his hard fat cock pointing toward my mouth.  As I got in position, he lost patience and firmly grabbed two fists full of my hair, abruptly pulling me forward as he bellowed, "Open wide for Daddy, you fucking cock slut!" as he pulled my mouth onto his cock and right down my throat in one fluid motion.  He held me firmly in place with my face smooshed against his fat belly so my throat could get used to his cock being deep inside, as I started to gasp for air....I knew this was the beginning of a very long night.

 

[JockstrapBottom]

1 hour ago, sluttyjimmy said:

Something similar happened to me when I was in college one wintery night in upstate New York.  At that time, chat lines by phone were available for guys to send voice messages back and forth to one another real time.  It was archaic but it worked somewhat reliably for horny guys to hook up from the comfort of your own home, including from my apartment directly across from the main entrance to the college I attended.

I eventually received a message from a guy in his mid-20s, finding out he could host at his apartment that was about three miles away, since my two roommates were an obstacle to me hosting.  He said he was familiar with the college bus schedule, since he hooked up with campus guys regularly, and I should take bus 176 that stopped at the college’s main entrance at 10:05pm.  He said the bus would make multiple stops in the neighboring areas before it headed straight down the main boulevard.  About three miles down, it would turn off the boulevard, and right as the bus turned, that I should hit the pull cord, as his apartment was directly across the street from the first stop right after the turn.  I did as instructed, and walked up to the second floor, found his apartment, and knocked.  I was full of anticipation as I knocked on the door, looking forward to seeing the hot 20-something guy I had traded messages with on the phone.

When the door opened, I was shocked and confused as I was looking at an unattractive overweight guy who had to be in his mid-to-late 60s.  He had a crazy long unkempt white beard and unruly Albert Einstein-like gray hair.  He wore a bathrobe, tall black socks, and slippers. 

I felt my eyes open wide in shock, as I attempted to make sense of the old man in front of me whom I was not expecting to answer the door.  I thought I must have the wrong apartment when he motioned me to enter.  I finally found my voice as I said, "Um...Sorry, but I gotta go" and turned to leave.  He responded, in turn, with "Before you leave, Jimmy, you should realize there are no more buses stopping out front until about 6am tomorrow morning and this is not the safest neighborhood to be walking in the middle of the night."

I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.  It was after all, before the age of cell phones, Uber, and Lyft.  It was also very cold and snowy outside, and there was no way I could walk the three miles back to my apartment in that weather.  The guy startled me out of my distracted state by impatiently asking, "Are you coming in or not?!"  

Feeling I had no other alternative, I cautiously walked into his apartment, and he closed the door behind me.  I instantly changed my mind and turned back toward the door, and I saw him lock the deadbolt with a key, which he removed from the lock and put in the pocket of his bathrobe.  "Let's go, college boy" broke me from my thoughts of leaving, as he pointed his index finger toward the main living space and confidently walked past me.  

The old man, old enough to be my fucking grandpa, walked to his oversized BarcaLounger, and turned around to face me.  He untied and opened his bathrobe, and as he sat his fat ass down to get comfortable, he said, "I have something special for a cock slut like you to enjoy until the next bus comes around.  Get on your knees!"

I slowly walked over and squatted down between his spread legs, his hard fat cock pointing toward my mouth.  As I got in position, he lost patience and firmly grabbed two fists full of my hair, abruptly pulling me forward as he bellowed, "Open wide for Daddy, you fucking cock slut!" as he pulled my mouth onto his cock and right down my throat in one fluid motion.  He held me firmly in place with my face smooshed against his fat belly so my throat could get used to his cock being deep inside, as I started to gasp for air....I knew this was the beginning of a very long night.

 

Amazing! You gotta tell us the rest!

[sluttyjimmy]

6 hours ago, JockstrapBottom said:

Amazing! You gotta tell us the rest!

Even though it was not a term back then, the dirty old man who had catfished me only referred to himself as “Daddy” throughout the entire night that he used my mouth and throat.  He also taught me that night that there is a difference between cocksucking and throat fucking, and that night, he taught me all about throat fucking.

For the first few hours of the night, he pushed his cock down my throat repeatedly while he sat in his overstuffed chair watching porn, and I was squatted on the floor between his legs.  He stuck his cock down my throat, holding my head in place against his fat belly so I could not breathe and I wildly attempted to gasp for air.  I attempted to make noise, and he commented how great the vibration made his cock feel.  He’d eventually released me so I could gasp some air, only to pull me forward and stuff his cock back down my throat again so we could repeat the process over-and-over-and-over many consecutive times.

 At some point, he stuffed his cock all the way down my throat and stood up.  He commanded, “Time to move!” while he held me in place with his cock completely lodged down my throat.  He grabbed ahold of each of my ears, closing his fingers against the palms of his hands with my ears firmly gripped in between.  He started to move sideways out from in front of his chair, and once he cleared the chair, he turned himself to a 90-degree angle and ordered, “Come with me cock slut!” as he maintained his firm grip on my ears and started walking backwards toward what I found out was his bedroom.  I was able to breathe through my nose as I awkwardly tried to walk on my knees to keep pace with him, while his cock continued to impale my throat, anchoring me in place.  It was a lost cause, however, and I wrapped my arms around his thighs and grabbed onto his ass with my hands.  When my knees could not keep pace, they dragged against the carpeted floor, my throat fully impaled on his cock the entire time, until we reached the bedroom.

When we reached the bedroom, the old man pulled his cock out of me and ordered me up on the bed and on my back, with my head at the side of the bed on the edge.  He grabbed the sides of my head with both hands, firmly clamping to create a head vice.  He roughly pulled me about 18” forward by my head, so my head hung off the side of the bed, with my neck bent and my mouth positioned at roughly a 45-degree angle.  I remember being shocked at the firmness of his hands against the sides of my head to move my 140-lb body forward 18”.  For an old fart, he used my head to move my entire body with hardly any effort.

Now that I was in position with my head hanging over the bed, he squatted down over my face and told me to open my mouth wide.  While I expected him to stick his cock down my throat, he actually stuffed his big nuts in my mouth and told me to suck them.  His nuts filled my mouth, which was stretched as wide as possible to fit them and I sucked on them for a good long time.  I was having some trouble breathing, but I could catch some air better this way than when he was sitting in his chair with my cock down my throat.

At some point, he pulled his balls out of my mouth and rested them on my face and nose.   After a brief moment, I felt his full weight on on the bed and my upper chest and arms as he crawled up on the bed with his knees on the mattress.  His ass was still hanging over the mattress as he spread his right ass cheek with his right hand while he grabbed my hair with his left, pulling my head up to his ass.  He bellowed, "Eat my ass, you fucking slut!" as my face was consumed by his fat ass.  He ordered me to keep my tongue on his hole as he let go of my hair and spread both of his ass cheeks wide with his hands.  His ass was so huge, his cheeks smothered me even with my neck bent over the mattress.  I am not sure how long I ate his ass, but there were moments when I felt like I might pass out due to lack of air, but I never quite lost consciousness.

As the dirty old man finally lifted himself back off the bed and beyond my head, he ordered me to stay in position and to close my eyes and keep my mouth open as wide as possible.  I heard him open his nightstand drawer and close it again.  I soon felt something strange against my mouth and teeth and felt a different type of pressure against my head, like a belt wrapped tightly around my head.  I intuitively opened my eyes at the strange feeling.  At that moment, I heard a click-click-click and my mouth started to open wide but in a way that was out of my control.    The dirty old geezer had inserted a mouth spreader which he was opening to full capacity.  My eyes bugged out of my head in surprise, and I started to move, but he moved forward and held me firmly in place.  After I settled, he let go of me and he moved away, kneeling down near my head.  I felt his fingers underneath my head, and heard a soft “click.”  The old fart then held up a small padlock key to show me, before standing up and sticking it in his bathroom pocket along with the key to his deadbolt.

I was totally disoriented as I heard him say, “Time to give that throat a good workout, boy!” as he squatted to align his cock with my spread mouth.  He pushed his cock in my mouth and down my throat, holding my throat with the palm of his hand.  He did this repeatedly and I started to gag up throat slime and mucus…LOTS OF IT!  I could not really swallow with the mouth spreader open so wide, not to mention his cock down my throat, and mucus, drool, and snot was coming out of my mouth and nose.  I had tears in my eyes as he continued to use my throat for all it was worth.  The mucus ran down my forehead and into my hair.  My head and face were a gooey mess as he relentlessly used my throat.  I am not sure how long he throat fucked me like this, but it seemed like forever.

Eventually, the old fuck pulled his cock out of my throat and announced it was time to make him cum.  He squatted down near my head, and I watched him pull the padlock key out of his bathrobe pocket.  He unlocked the mouth spreader and lowered it a bit to remove it from my mouth and tossed it on the carpet.  He stood back up and ordered me to “Open up!” and he pushed his cock back in my mouth and down my throat.  His fat belly was totally covering my face as he continued to fuck my throat, pulling his cock all the way out and then shoving it all the way back down my throat to the hilt.  He did this repeatedly with both of his hands on my neck until I heard him yell, “Here comes my big load, bitch boy” and he stuffed his cock down my throat and I felt it spasm several times.  I realized the head of his cock was too far down my throat for me to taste his cum just as I heard him say “Fuck, my hands can feel my cock spasm inside your fucking throat!” 

Once his cock was done spasming, he pulled his cock out like a guy pulls out an oil dipstick to check the oil levels in a car.  He saw there was still cum on the head of his cock and saliva on the sides, so he proceeded to wipe his cock on my face and in my hair to clean it off.  He eventually stepped away from the bed and announced it was time for me to go.  I slowly rolled myself over on his bed and felt very lightheaded as I tried to stand up.  I asked him to give me a minute to adjust and eventually got myself standing but was very unsteady on my feet.

I asked the guy if I could use his bathroom to clean up and realized my throat was incredibly sore and my voice was totally hoarse from the intense fuck his cock had given it.  I thought I misheard him when he said “No time to use the bathroom.  You do not want to miss your bus.”  Being confused, I asked “what?” and he said, “You need to leave now so you do not miss your bus…Let’s go!,” as he walked out of his bedroom with me slowly following.

When he arrived at the front door and took the deadbolt key out of his bathrobe pocket.  He unlocked the door as I stood there with my face, head, and hair covered with throat slime, mucus, and snot.  The first of the slime had started to dry and was matted in my hair.  The fresh stuff was still wet and gooey.  While there was no mirror for me to look in, I knew my head and face had to be a fucking mess.

I debated pleading with the old fuck who had catfished me and totally used me as his personal cock slut to please let me use the bathroom to clean up, but before I could formulate the words, he simply opened the door and calmly said “Bye” as he gently guided me out the front door and into the hallway, promptly closing his front door and re-locking it.

As I walked toward the stairwell, I opened my coat and pulled it up and around my face and head, similar to when drying off my face and hair when using a bath towel after a shower.  I tried to remove as much slime as possible, but I knew it was a lost cause and prayed there would be no one on the bus taking me back to campus at this early hour.  I also hoped my two roommates would be sleeping when I got home because they would relentlessly nag me about my appearance if they saw me, but what could I possibly say?!  Sometimes they stayed up playing Super Mario Bros or Donkey Kong all night, so it was a crap shoot as to if they would still be awake in the living room that I needed to walk through to get to the bathroom and my bedroom in the apartment we shared.

As I sat down on the bench at the covered bus stop and looked at the posted bus schedule, I realized I had about 20 minutes to wait until the bus was scheduled to pick me up…