About five years ago I met a gorgeous, tough-looking straight Alpha with a shaved head and a muscular (but not overly ripped) 6-foot build. My fag friends and I disrespectfully called him “Baldo.” He looked something like a smaller, younger version of wrestler Nathan Jones (pictured above).
At first, I didn’t think Baldo was my type. The muscles were nice, and he looked sexy with a shaved head, but he was prone to wearing tight, filthy-looking jeans and cowboy boots. He also drank quite a bit and looked like the kind of guy who would take on an entire bar in a fight. In many ways, he fit the profile of an Alpha redneck, and this was never really my type of guy.
But Baldo sensed my submissiveness immediately, and one night after some heavy drinking, he invited himself over to my house. There, he shoved me to my knees and began forcefully fucking my face. Baldo didn’t have a huge dick (maybe seven inches?), but it was thick enough to be a challenge for me.
Another issue: Baldo had an annoying and loose frenum piercing (pic below) that added to my frustrations. I hated that piercing, but he refused to listen to my pleas to remove it for our semi-regular face fucking sessions.
Soon, though, I found myself absolutely drunk on Baldo’s forcefulness. He would unexpectedly drop by my place in the middle of the night, fuck my mouth, and leave. He didn’t care about my needs, the needs of my neighbors, nothing. Just loud, aggressive face fucking and gallons of jizz down my throat.
Then one night Baldo interrupted a typical face fucking by picking me up and throwing me over a saw horse I had in my living room (I was remodeling at the time). He brutally fucked me over the saw horse. Then he left, of course.
After that, fucking became a regular part of our routine. I remember one night Baldo showed up drunk, grabbed me by the throat, pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me face-down into the mattress. He then proceeded to hate fuck my ass, his thick arm wrapped around my throat so tightly I felt like I might pass out. It was terrific, but also quite scary. In many ways, Baldo was the perfect Alpha for a fag like me.
But there was one huge problem looming over our situation: Baldo had a long-term girlfriend. I didn’t know about her at first (Alphas rightfully have secrets), but eventually the guilt began to wear on me. Somewhere out there was a girl planning a wedding with the Man who was raping my asshole late every Saturday night. It just became too much.
Fortunately, Baldo took a job in another state, and we both moved on.
Four years passed without a word from Baldo until a few weeks ago. He texted me out of the blue to see if I was still his faggot. Apparently he returned to the area recently and was looking to use me again.
Only now he’s married.
And he still has that stupid dick piercing.
We ended up in a long text message conversation this weekend (his wife was out of town) where he practically begged to shove his dick into “that tight hole” and also “skull fuck” me. Of course, the offer sounded wonderful. I would love to feel his huge, unforgiving arms wrapped around my throat again while he drunkenly rapes me. However, I just can’t seem to let it happen out of respect for a wife I’ve never met.