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Latin Master (Mdom-m, gay)
by Carmichael (c) 1994

**

Dear Xavier, Sir,

Your boy dreamt of your hot body all night. Hot, sweaty flesh dripping 
with sex. Taunt muscles ready to erupt. Engorged cockflesh covered with 
spit. All yours, baby.

You know you drive me crazy don't you? Yeah, I know you like to call me 
as soon as you get up in the morning, your piss hardon laying straight 
against your hard belly - reaching to your beautiful navel, waiting for 
my mouth to nibble, suck and drink. If only I could be there to take 
care of my man. To relieve your manly pressure and feel it gush into the 
center of my being.

All I need to hear is your raspy, fucking sexy voice on the phone. My 
dick gets hard, pushing against my jeans, waiting for you to tell me how 
your manmeat is waiting for me. Oh, if I could be there every morning, 
to lick each drop of sweat out of your hairy armpits, to smell your ever 
so masculine aroma, to feel your wiry pubes tickle my nose as I eat the 
object of my whole body's desire: that long, fat, veined dick plunging 
down my throat ready to deposit its hot cum.

Butch man that you are, that is not enough. Your manmeat, spent once 
down my hungry throat, is already for my hot, moist ass. You can't wait 
to tickle my butthole with your dickhead, rubbing it around, leaking 
that precious pearl-white juice all over my shaved asshole. I shaved it 
just for you, baby. Do you like it? It's yours.

My rosebud winks with anticipation, pulling your red-hot dick head past 
my tight sphincter all the way deep inside of me until it rests against 
my throbbing prostate. Can you feel it, baby? It's quivering just for 
you. Pound me. Plunge that hot piece of manhood deeper inside of me. Let 
me feel every vein swell inside of me. Let me feel your blood rush into 
your manhood, making it larger and larger just for your boy, your butt-
boy, your little sex pig. I can't enough of you inside me. Please give 
me more. I'll do anything for you, baby.

Then you tell me. Yeah, you're mine. Your ass is mine. Your soul is 
mine. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You hear me, bitch-
boy?

Oh, Daddy. Give it to me. Please. I want all of you. Take me. Abuse me. 
Anyway you want to. I'm your boy.

Your throbbing club expands, spurts, and spurts again. Hot cum burns my 
asshole, searing me forever with thoughts of you. Another spurt. Oh, 
Daddy, feed me more. Don't stop. I want all of you in me.

Do you, boy? All of me?

Oh yeah, all of you. Pour yourself into me. Another gush of hot cum, 
your eyes sparkling with delight, moans of pleasure from deep inside of 
you as you spank my ass. Take it, boy. Take all of me.

My man's dick becomes limp inside of me. But I can still feel it. Please 
don't pull it out. I need you in me all night long. I want you, baby.

Do you really want all of me, boy? Yes, sir. All of you. 

Then take it. Suddenly, I feel it. A hot stream of fresh piss splashing 
against the walls of my ass. You want me. Take me, every drip of me, 
boy. And don't loose a drop.

I clamp my ass on my life-source and drain every drip of my man's hot 
piss inside of me. Oh daddy, feed me. I'm yours.

I wake up with my face cushioned on my man's meaty bicep.

Clean yourself up, boy. I'm taking you out. Clean that bitch-hole of 
yours, and put on some clean clothes. You're mine, and all the world is 
going to see my boy following his dick around town.

I can't believe its true. My Daddy is going to show me off to the world, 
to men who can only dream of sucking on that great dick, of feeling his 
manmeat throbbing inside their holes. 

So I do what I'm told - anything to please my man.

We arrive at Cuff's. I know my place. I follow my man in and simply wait 
for his commands. What does my daddy have in store for me today.

You thirsty, boy?, he asks me as he swigs down his fifth beer, my head 
still bowed down before him. Yes, Sir. I'm real thirsty, sir.

What does my boy want? Only you, sir. Whatever you give me sir.

Then he commands me, in that deep, sexy voice of his, the only sound I 
hear: "Get over here, boy, and kneel down before me."

I do what I'm told and kneel before my man, my face brushing his full 
crotch, my heart pounding with his expectation. Lap my dick, boy, with 
that hot tongue of yours. Do you feel your daddy's dick? Its full of hot 
piss, just for you. You thirsty, boy?

Yes, sir. I'm always thirsty for my man.

Yeah, well show me. Pull my dick out with your teeth, boy. Come, on. I 
know you want it. Show these men how much you want your Daddy's dick. 
That's right. You got it boy.


Slap. That big fucking hand stings my face. You useless piece of shit, 
you. Biting your Daddy's dick. A big wad of spit lands on my face. 
Stupid, Bitch, Watch your fucking teeth. Slap. Another wad of spit 
splats on my face and drips down my goatee onto my jeans. Asshole.

I'm sorry, sir. I got to excited for your dick. I love your dick.

Yeah, well show it. Slap. My face stings and stars start dancing before 
my eyes.

I'm sorry, sir. Please give me another chance. I need your juice inside 
of me.

My butch man forces his huge crotch forward. I munch on the object of my 
desire as every man watches me service my man. My man.

One by one, I pop each button. It is finally free. His nine inch cock 
falls out and plops before my eyes. Please, sir, can I suck it?

Oh, alright. Take it easy. I gotta piss.

I dare to raise my eyes and look into his beautiful face, saying: Please 
sir, give it too me. I'm so thirsty for you.

And then it flows. Hot, steaming, yellow piss. All over my face, down my 
cheeks and onto my chest, covering my crotch and forming a puddle in 
front of me.

Slap. You dumb mother fucker. I thought you were thirsty. Drink it. 
Don't waste a drop.

I open my mouth and catch every succulent drop of my man's juice. Oh, 
how I love to have my man inside of me. Until his forceful stream 
becomes a dribble. No more. It is finished.

But, then, the object of my desires begins to thicken, growing into nine 
inches of red-hot manmeat.

See what you've done to me, boy?

I'm sorry, sir. I can't help myself.

Before I know it, I'm forced onto the pool table, my legs up in the air, 
and my man's dick aimed right for my butthole. Slam. He's all the way in 
me, and every man can see my daddy taking me, pouring himself into me, 
only wishing they could have that hot dick plowing their ass.

Oh, daddy. You are so good to me. Feed me. Pour your hot cum into me, 
every hot, burning drop of your love juice.

Slam. Slam. Slam. My man pounds my ass, his hot sweat dripping onto me, 
and his spit flowing onto my longing mouth.

The crowd gathers, hot with excitement. Studs all massaging their 
growing dicks as my man claims my asshole. Oh, how they long to be him, 
my Xavier.

Their lusty stares drive my man over the top and bam, I feel it pouring 
into me, geysers of hot man juice, so much that his large cock seems to 
be floating in cum. He slowly pulls out his still massive rod, shakes it 
to the crowd, and then orders me: "Here boy, clean my rod and taste your 
duck butter. Like it boy? Like what you daddy makes inside of your hot 
ass?"

I lustily lick my man's dick clean knowing that every man at Cuff's 
wishes they had a stud like my daddy, a real man who can fulfill their 
every wish and desire.

