He proceeded to run his tongue through my piss slit, then took my whole cock in his mouth and really started going to town. He did this slow rotation motion with his fingers, back and forth, it felt so good then he pulled them out. I was totally bewildered! About halfway through that drink he asked, “if I had ever used a popper?” I said “No” and he produced what looked like a Vick’s inhaler and told me to give it a go. I would never do that again. He said, “are you ready to be my bitch?” All I could do was nod my head. At that point, I wanted his cock real bad. Again, he helped me get lined up and I began the hunching motion again. Must admit it did feel a lot nicer. He said, “are you ready to be my bitch?” All I could do was nod my head. I’m not a Fag, I’m not a Queer, I said to myself, I swore, it was a one-time thing, and it was just a stupid mistake I made while drunk.
