The following is a work of fiction. It describes a fantasy encounter between two adults over 21.

It was one of those endless horny nights. About the time I had taken my 3rd or 4th loads this guy hit me up on grindr. His pics were a meme, his shoulder in a white tanktop, and his BDSM test results. He was a dominant degrader. I could vibe with that. Within 5 messages we had established that I would suck him off to completion. In 3 more we decided my front porch would be the place. With the way it was built, we would have visual privacy, but we'd have to stay quiet.

Within 15 minutes I was kneeling in a jock, hearing his steps coming down to the porch. He came in and carefully closed the porch door. Without a word, he pulled out a semi hard 8.5" dick. In my haste to take his load I hadn't asked for pics or stats. I was so fucking horny.

I dutifully began worshipping him using my tongue on the underside of his dick as I warmed up my throat to take his increasing length. He grabbed my head and held me about half on his dick. His other hand came down and I immediately recognized the scent of poppers. I hit deep, not knowing if I'd get another chance, but knowing I'd need them. His hands disappeared and I began working his hardening dick deeper in my throat. After about 10 seconds of throat work I was pulling back to let out the poppers but, before I could, his hands were back around my head, guiding me down. When he finally let me breathe out my head was swimming. Gulping in air, I dove back on his dick with the desperation that only poppers can bring out of me. With my new determination, and the relaxation of the poppers, I finally throated his now fully hard dick. It wasn't quite the biggest I had ever throated, but it was close. Pressing my nose into his pubes I focussed on opening my throat, getting ready to start giving him the head he deserved. He pushed my head down, gridning my face into him as he enjoyed the depths of my throat. Suddenly there was a bright light. I looked up into his phone flashlight. He was obviously recording me. Without my permission. My face. "Well," I thought to myself, "if he had asked, I would have said he can record so, whatever." I slid back on his dick, looking at the camera as I did, sliding most of the way off before sliding down and mashing my nose against his wiry pubes again. I was rewarded with a small moan. I decided not to look at the camera and just focus on the dick in my mouth.

A few hits of poppers later I'm starting to get tired, but he shows no sign of getting off. He sets the phone down on some boxes, propping it up to keep the video going. His hands, now free, returned to my head and I entered that brainless mindless "I'm just a hole space." Eventually, I had had enough. As hot as he was, as much as I loved how he was using me, my throat could only take so much, even with the help of poppers.

I pulled back, trying to protect my gag reflex which was threatening to rear up. He grabbed my head pushing himself back into my protesting throat. I pulled back again, thinking he misunderstood and managed to moan a quick uh-uh on his dick before he pushed back into my throat. Ok. Maybe he didn't hear me. I began to struggle again. After about 15 seconds I twisted away. "Dude I can't anymore" I gasped out. Dazzled by the light, I couldn't see what he was doing, but a few seconds later as I was trying to catch my breath, a bottle of poppers reappeared under my nose. Reflexively I took a breath. As I felt the poppers rising through me, he guided me next to his dick letting me worship his balls, suddenly his guiding hands turned hard and he pulled back, lining up to renew his onslaught.

"I said 'no.' I'm done," I whispered, suddenly acutely aware of how close my boyfriend sleeping inside was. I couldn't scream. We both knew it.

Neither his cock nor his hands yielded. I had told him I didn't want that. Explicitly. On camera. Twice.

I resisted for a while, but he had me. Eventually I just focussed on getting him off. I didn't really care about getting his load anymore, I just wanted to be done. I'm not sure how long he used me after that. Between the poppers and the lack of oxygen, we seemed to slip out of time. It could have been hours, it could have been minutes. Over and over he would build intensity. Fucking my face deeper and harder. I'd suck harder and worship more furiously with my tongue. Then he'd slow his stroke. Pulling out then plunging deep. I tried so hard to get him off but he seemed to have other plans. Finally, he just kept getting harder. With his cock in my throat I had no way to breathe, but he just kept thrusting. Deeper. Harder. I tried to pull back to try to breathe.

"Breathe through your nose" he grunted. The only words he ever said to me. and a mockery. His cock in my mouth I could handle, but he was fully closing my throat. As I begin to grey out, I feel pulse after pulse on my tongue and a corresponding warmth in my throat. I swallow, without even tasting. he pulls out, clearly finished with me. I collapse onto all fours. As I try to avoid fainting I'm vaguely aware of him cleaning himself off with a towel. Did I give him that? My world was still rocking and spinning as he left without saying another word.