A Working Guy's Life: Faggot Gets Frat Piss n Play
I have a client, let's call him 'Jeffrey' and he is obsessed with two things. One, he is obsessed with Straight Frat Guys and two, he is obsessed with ALL of their liquids. Piss, cum, spit, whatever liquid comes out of them, he wants on and in him. He's one of those clients that I enjoy meeting up with since he knows specifically what he wants and he definitely knows how he wants it. His scenes are always very detailed. From where, to what I wear, to what we do, to the words I use, to how I talk to him.
For him the details are important and I've always said, the more turned on a client is, the more turned on I am. So details are always good for me! And in a similar way, he loves using my services because he knows I love doing roleplay (and I am very good at it) and because I totally fit the 'role' of an alpha straight college guy or jock (I have to be honest, not much of a stretch for me). Plus, Jeffrey knows that I am a pro, so besides being reliable and what I say I am, I also give him a rock hard cock and no hesitation when we are in the scene. Plus, with me, he avoids all those pesky problems that can come up with real straight guys or drunk frat guys!
Jeffrey and I have connected various times over the years, and it's always a hot time. Even though we seem to lose contact, we always reconnect and add another hot time to our list. A couple of weeks ago was no exception.
Jeffrey emailed me out of the blue, and said he needed to be used like the faggot he was. He needed a straight frat guy to come over and remind him that he was a sick, disgusting faggot, only good for servicing cock and taking straight guy piss and spit. His email continued to explain what he wanted to do and what he needed specifically from me. He was looking for a scene where I dressed, and looked, and acted like a straight guy. I would come in to his place, use him and his stuff in numerous and dirty ways, culminating with him used and his holes completely spent, plus my liquids all over him and his place.
I can say, my cock was rock hard after reading the detailed scene and I was excited to not just read about it, but actually do it! We set a date for the following week and I prepared.
First on the list, I was going to need a dirty pair of white underwear. Luckily, I workout numerous days a week, and I go running often, so I just kept wearing the same underwear for that week of workouts. They were almost too ripe to wear to the gym by the end of the week, but I continued. I wanted them to be completely used! They were in fact soaked in my sweat, completely, a couple of times that week. I would also make sure to take a piss and immediately put my cock away, without shaking it off. I know Jeffrey is a big piss bottom, so I might have even let more then a few drips go in those rank underwear....but I will neither confirm or deny that!! As a final 'treatment' for my white trunks, I even used them a couple of times as a cum rag. Wiping up the cum off my stomach after I had finished jerking off. These underwear were dirty and totally ready for my hungry faggot.
On the morning that we had our appointment, I began spitting in a cup with a lid. The goal was to fill it as high as possible with my spit by the time I saw Jeffrey. I would make him drink it and more...but that was later...
Finally, after waiting and preparing that week, it was time to connect! I arrived at Jeffrey's apartment, and walked in without knocking. He was on the couch, watching gangbang pussy porn (although I doubt he was paying much attention) you see, Jeffrey is a faggot, completely and totally. If you look at him, he's a good looking guy. Short, conservative brown hair, with just some traces of gray. He's tall, at least 6'3'' and he has a good body. Semi hairy chest with a hairy ass and legs. He has piercing blue eyes and whenever I see him he has a thick five o'clock shadow on his face. He's fairly 'straight acting' and could possibly pass for straight, other then maybe a little too much inflection in his voice. Well that, and the fact that he likes to bitch out for cock!
As I walked in and sat on his couch, making myself at home, I told him to get me a fucking beer and to give me the money. I put down the cup filled with spit (it was about 70% full) and a paper bag that held my Calvin Klein white trunks, used and dirty. When he brought the beer and the money to me, I looked him right in the eyes and said, 'I know this is the amount we agreed on, but I'm going to need more. You are fucking way uglier then I remember you, you fucking faggot. So I need more.' He countered with a 'are you sure, dude?' I smiled and said, 'Yes man, if you want it (looking down at my crotch, which his eyes had been lingering on), I'm going to need more cash.' He said 'Ok,' a little shamed and walked away to get me more. He quickly returned with my extra so we could start. Once business was taken care of, it was time to take care of my other needs.
As I began to watch the pussy on the big screen totally being used and banged out, I started to rub myself through my baggie pants. I was wearing a wife beater, some baggie jeans, a NY Yankees cap on backwards, and flip flops. I also had boxers on, but he didn't know that yet. Essentially, the frat guy wardrobe.
The faggot sat down on the couch next to me. He pretended to watch the straight porn, but I could feel him just looking at me, watching me play with my cock through my clothes. He licked his lips a couple of times. I knew exactly what he wanted, but I was going to make him wait. I told him to get me another beer. The one I was drinking was almost out. He returned with another beer and started to sit down again, but I told him not to. 'Get on your knees over there and wait. I'm going to need to take a piss in a minute' I said. He immediately did what I commanded and knelled off to the right of me, in an empty space of his living room where I had pointed. I noticed his place was covered in wood floors. Convenient. This slut was serious about his fantasies. I guess wood floors work better, when you know they are going to be getting wet, often.
He waited there, kneeling, as I had told him.........
(to be continued in Part 2)
