It was starting to get dark and I could see a small group of buildings not too far in the distance so I decided to wait it out there. As I approached the town, if you can call it that, I noticed a bar at the far end of the row of run down buildings. Since everything else was dark I went to check it out hoping that they were still open. I got to the door and there was no name on the place just an old neon side with “Bar & Grill” outlined in neon lights that obviously hadn’t glowed in years. I pushed the door open and knew this was the type of run-down dive that I would never have gone to if the circumstances weren’t what they were for the time being. There was no one in the place except the redneck bartender in an old Jack Daniels t-shirt watching some car race on a crappy TV in the corner of the bar. Figuring I would try to make the best of things, I decided to get drunk and later sleep in my car. I had drank probably three beers and had to piss. I walked back to the men’s room without any great expectations of anything remotely clean or even working, but I had to piss and this place was all there was. The men’s room was dimly lit with a single light bulb just hanging from it’s wires in the middle of the ceiling. There were no urinals, just one of those troughs with a trickle of water running leaking from the pipe along the top edge of the trough. In the far corner was one stall that had obviously seen better days. I had just started to piss when the door creaked open and in walked a big black guy dressed like a cowboy. He was wearing old boots, faded dirty jeans, one of those chequered long sleeved shirts and a ridiculous hat. He stepped up to the trough next to me without saying a word, unzipped, and out swung the biggest cock I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek. We all do it even though most of us won’t admit it. I have an 8 ½ inch dick and was always pretty proud of my size but this guy had probably 6 ½ just hanging there and every bit as thick as mine when I have a hard on. He finished up and turned toward me without putting his cock away. He must have caught me glancing over at him because he just stood there for a minute before saying anything. I tried to act like I didn’t notice him, finished up, shook a couple times and packed my own away back into my jeans. As I started to turn to leave the restroom, he reached out a big hand and shoved me in the center of my chest. “What the fuck were you looking at man? You a little faggot or something?” “No, no I’m not gay, I wasn’t looking at anything.” “Well now, I guess you city boys must be pansies and liars cause I saw you looking.” “Look dude, I don’t want any trouble. My car broke down and I can’t get a tow until the morning. I was just killing some time here. I wasn’t checking you out or anything. I just want to go back outside, finish my beer, and then I’ll leave.” “I don’t think so fag! I think you need to learn a lesson in manners.” Then he shoved me in the chest with both hands and I fell backwards crashing into the door of the stall behind me. The door swung back, banged against the wall and shot back outwards catching me against the back of my calves. The sharp pain in the back of my legs caused my legs to buckle and I fell to my knees in the doorway of the stall. “Now see there. I knew you wanted to get on your knees and be unnatural.” As he stepped in front of me I started to stand but he shoved me back again. As I fell into the dirty corner of the stall he took another step forward and closed the stall door behind him. When he turned back around I could see that his cock had swollen and was now gigantic dancing around in about a foot from my face. I have no idea how big it was but I would guess he must have been easily 10 or 11 inches and nearly as big around as my wrist. This guy was much bigger than me and I knew I had no chance. With a quick flick of his right arm he slapped me across the face and I fell against the wall. When the flash of light in my eyes had cleared I steadied myself and saw that his huge dick was just inches from my face. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his knees telling me that if I tried to get away or bite him that he would kick the shit out of me. I knew there was no way I could get away and was terrified. He grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head back. Trying my best to resist I put my hands on the front of his hips and pushed but couldn’t force that massive thing back away from me. He quickly whacked me on the face again and I put my hands down. With his other hand he took a firm grip around the base of his cock, positioned himself in a downward angle, and pressed his huge pink head against my lips. I closed my mouth tight and snapped my head to the right but he slapped me again and I knew then that there was no use in fighting it. Out of fear I decided to go for it and get it over with as fast as possible. He tugged on my hair snapping my head backwards and realigned that monster dick again. He stutter stepped closer and pressed is bulb against my lips for a second time. This time though I reluctantly opened my mouth and let it slide past my lips. As he jammed his cock into my mouth I choked a little but that just made him push harder against the back of my throat. I knew there was nothing I could do as he started to rock his hips back and forth in a slow fucking motion in my mouth. I could only take about half his massive dick but since I had resolved to get it over with and had relaxed a little, he at least stopped jamming it against the back of my throat. After about 10 or 12 strokes spit started to collect in my mouth and leaked out around the swollen shaft that was stretching my mouth to the limit. I guess this really turned him on and he started to talk to me. “Yeah bitch, suck that dick real good. You like that don’t you, huh? Answer me!” I tried to answer but couldn’t managed more than a short mumble and knodded as best I could. My eyes started to water, blurring my vision, so I reached up to wipe away the tears. He just kept asking me if I liked it and telling me to suck it proper all the time pumping his giant black cock in and out of my mouth. To my complete revulsion I started to actually moan and crane my neck toward him with every hump of his hips. I couldn’t believe that I was helping him fuck my mouth! It made me feel sick to my stomach but I realized that I was actually starting to enjoy what this animal was doing to me. As his pace quickened he let go of my hair and his rock hard dick and put his hands on his ass. With my right hand I reached out and took hold off his shaft sliding my hand up and down his mass in unison with my mouth. With my left hand I reached around his thigh and squeezed is ass cheek. This made him grunt and groan so I knew it was what he wanted. My cheeks started to burn with the strain of stretching to accommodate his width but I kept going. I started to lose control of my emotions and began sucking him as well as I could. I don’t know if it was right or not because I had never had a man in my mouth before. I began to take a little more of him with each stroke trying to fit him into my mouth. Sucking harder and faster, I was in a sort of trance, working that meat like some hooker. He just continued grunting and talking dirty to me but at least he was still now not forcing it in. His pre-cum mixed with my saliva and I was a little surprised by the taste. It was somehow slightly sweet with a tinge of saltiness. I thought to myself that it didn’t really taste that bad. I don’t know how long I had been sucking his giant cock but sensed that he must be getting close to loosing it. Earlier in the blowjob his pole was pretty smooth but now I could feel the ridges of his veins as my lips slid up and down his shaft. I actually became excited to know that the most sickening thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life was close to occurring. A man was about to empty his nuts in my mouth. What was even worse was that half of my mind knew that this was totally disgusting but the other half of my mind wanted to know what it was like. What did it taste like? Was it like the descriptions I had always heard? How much would come out? Would I be able to keep from vomiting? Then there was no more time to think about it. He leaned back slightly and starting to moan in rhythm with my pussy mouth. Then it happened. “Uhh, uhh, uhh, fuck yes, oh yeah, take it take it!” Standing up on his toes he arched his hips upward and put his hands on the top of my head. I stood up as tall as I could on my knees and plunged my mouth as far down his massive dick as I could without choking. His sperm violently filled my mouth and I just couldn’t take it all. I resisted the urge to swallow but some of it went down my throat anyway with the rest leaking down his shaft. A second burst a little smaller than the first burst from his head and I was able to swallow what was left in my mouth. He settled back against the wall of the stall and I followed him with his cock still in my mouth. For another minute or so I continued to milk his bone until he didn’t have anything left to give me. As if nothing had happened at all, he pulled out, shoved it back into his pants, zipped up, and walked out the door. I got up and sat down on the toilet in shock at what I had just done. I slumped my face into my hands totally humiliated but exhilarated at the same time. After a couple of minutes I wiped my face and mouth off with a wad of toilet paper and headed back out to the bar. I finished my beer, ordered another with a shot of tequila, and got drunk as hell over the next hour and a half. When I was completely shit faced I stumbled back to my car and passed out in the back seat. The next morning the tow truck showed up and drove me about 40 miles to the next town that had a mechanic. My car was fixed and I continued on to Phoenix. The interview went great! I got the job and called my wife to let her know that we would be moving soon to start a new life in the desert. As I was driving back to California I was in the middle of a daydream when the little group of buildings appeared again on the horizon. Feelings of anger, fear and humiliation welled up inside of me as the memories started to work their way back into my head. I don’t know exactly why, but I had an urge to return to the scene of the violation like a sadistic killer returning to the scene of a murder or something. As I walked into the bar I saw that there was the same bartender, wearing the same scrungy t-shirt, watching some equally pathetic rodeo event on the crappy TV. As I approached the bar I could see that there was one guy sitting alone in the corner drinking a beer. As I got closer I suddenly realized that it was the guy with the massive dick that had practically raped my mouth. I stopped, stared at him for a few seconds, and walked towards the nasty restroom. When I got to the door of the men’s room, I paused and turned toward the guy in the corner. As he got up and started walking towards me, I went into the restroom and got down on my knees in the stall. He walked in, unzipped, dropped his jeans to the floor, and got serviced all over again. This time, I really did want it, and I wanted it bad. After giving him the best blowjob he has ever had I got in my car and drove back home. I’ve never taken another man into my mouth since but sometimes I think about that cowboy with the giant black dick and wish that I could.