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“Blaze Up”
After my righthand nigga Loko got himself locked up, I found myself in need of a new nigga to fill that important position. I had fifteen niggas working for me and out of that fifteen, only one was reliable enough to be my number two. His name was Meek and he was just as loyal to me as Loko had been. The only problem was I couldn’t tell if he would be down to fulfill all of Loko’s duties. While I had all my niggas out on the streets giving the fiends what they needed, I could only trust one nigga with my money and the business, and the only way I knew I could have all of his trust was to submit him to the prison code. The prison code meant just what it sounded like: he had to become my bitch behind closed doors.
“None of y’all niggas gettin’ hit up right now?” I asked the five who’d shown up that day.
“Nope,” they all answered.
“Shit, y’all ain’t gettin’ paid then. I’m not payin’ y’all to sit around and play 2K17 all fuckin’ day.”
They all shrugged their shoulders and put their focus back on the videogame. I gave Meek a look as I shook my head and sat down on the sofa. I stared at him as he pulled out a long blunt and lit it up. My dick started to grow hard as I focused on his ass. He was sagging so that ass was looking right in the pair of blue boxer briefs he was wearing. I’d been wanted to make him my lieutenant so I could fuck him but it was hard to tell if he was that hungry for the position. It took Loko less than a day to take the promotion and suck my dick, and a week later I fucked him for the first time.
For me, it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the power and the amount of loyalty I could gain from that sort of arrangement. How could a dude betray me if he’s sucking my dick and letting me fuck him knowing I’d put the word out if he were to betray me? I wasn’t the one sucking dick and getting fucked in my ass, so I could regain my standing quicker than the nigga who was sucking me and getting fucked by me. As unfair and fucked up as that sounds, it’s just the truth.
“Yo Meek,” I said to him. “Let me talk to you for a second in my room.”
“Okay,” he said as he passed his blunt to Trigga, one of the other niggas who worked for me. He then stood up and followed me into my room.
I closed and locked the door before picking up a blunt I’d rolled earlier and lighting it. I took a hit from it before asking him, “You good, bruh?”
He laughed a little as he replied, “Yeah, I’m good.” His smile faded as he asked me, “Yo, I didn’t do some shit to piss you off, did I? Because if I did…”
“Nah, we good, my dude. I just need to talk to you about some shit I’ve been thinkin’ about.”
“A’ight. What’s good, Marz?”
I sat down on my bed and asked, “How would you like to make more money?”
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“Sucka 4 Da Green”
Finals were coming up and I was stressed beyond my comfort level, so there was only one thing I wanted to do: smoke weed. I’d smoked a little during high school but once I got to college I became a certified stoner. I smoked whenever I could and I really got my smoke on whenever I was stressed out. So when I couldn’t take the stress anymore, I headed over to my dealer TC’s place. The only problem was I didn’t have any fucking money and I’d hit already hit him up for weed three times with delayed payment, the maximum that he allowed. I knew while I was on the bus heading to the downtown area that he wasn’t gonna let me smoke without payment upfront anymore, but I was desperate. Besides, he was the only weed dealer I knew in the area.
“Nah bruh,” he said to me as he took sips from a small bottle of water. “You know I only let niggas slide three times. After that, you gotta have my money. You know the rules, C.”
“Come on, TC,” I pleaded while leaning on the porch rails. “Each time I get some without payin’ you upfront, I always have that money within two the three days. Besides, you know where to find me if I fuck up. And I ain’t never fucked up, TC.”
“True but rules is rules, my nigga.”
“Let me holla at one of your boys then. They sell weed too, right?”
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“Nigga, is you insane? They don’t sell no fuckin’ weed. If you lookin’ for some rock or some other crazy shit then you hit them up. And yo money gotta be ready because they ain’t like me. They’ll fuck yo lil’ college ass up.” He gave me a look and then shook his head. “Nigga, come on. My babymama be ridin’ through around this time and I can’t let that ho catch me out here. She’ll be beggin’ me for money and shit.”
He stepped into the house and I followed. I’d only been in the house he shared with his six homeboys a few times. You would never be able to tell that they sold drugs out of that house because of how clean it looked and smelled. I could hear some of his homeboys upstairs arguing about something, so I made sure I stood close by the door just in case some wild shit popped off.
“I can’t let you slide, Caiden,” he said as he sat down on the sofa and started rolling a blunt in my face. “I let you slide and then the next thing I know, every nigga comin’ up here thinkin’ I’ma let them slide.”
“You been knowin’ me since my freshman year, dude.”
“And?”
“How about this, I bring you some shit that can be used as collateral. I got a PlayStation 4 and a MacBook that’s…”
He laughed and shook his head before saying, “I don’t want your shit. I got my own shit, boy. If you want some weed then you’re gonna have to think outside the box.”
When he said that, I had no idea what he meant at that time. I sat down beside him on the sofa and asked, “What do I gotta do? Like I said, you know where I be. You can get to me anytime you want so if I don’t have your money by at least three days, you and your homies can jump me. I need some fuckin’ weed, bruh.”
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He laughed again and said, “Nigga, calm yo stressed out ass down.”
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The Sleepover
I am in love with @dumbhornyjock ‘s stories, and it inspired me to write something of my own.
I went to sleep over at my buddy’s house the other day, and some real funny things happened. I’m a little sheltered, and I don’t know if they were “funny-ha-ha” or “funny-uh-oh.” I was wondering if I could get your thoughts… did I do anything wrong? Am I going to be in trouble?
It all started when I was in math class the other day. My needy, little puck started to tremble in the middle of class! I could feel it itching and sort of pulsing in my shorts. In fact, it’s been happening quite a bit lately.
Wait. I guess I should tell you a little about myself first, huh? My name’s Mikey, and I’m a junior in high school. Like anyone, there are some good things and some not so good things about me. I’m kind and helpful and I’m great at sports. But the flip side is that I’m a little ditzy and maybe a little too shy. I don’t have many friends… but that may be because we move around so much. My dad’s in the military.
I guess the other thing you need to understand before I tell you about the other night is this: my dad is sort of controlling, and he has really high expectations for me. I only tell you this because he’s sort of who I’m worried about. I just don’t want to disappoint him. He has a very specific idea of who he wants me to be, and he pushes me to meet those expectations. And for the most part, I’ve met them. I AM his perfect, straight, blue eyed, blond-hair jock of a son. Sure, I may be dumb, and I look more like a runner than a meathead. But he loves that I don’t chase girls or go to parties and that I’m still a sweet, naive kid still even tho I’m 18 years old.
Wait. There’s one more thing you need to know so that you can really understand my problem and hopefully help me. I’m embarrassed to say this, but you need to know. My ass is abnormally large and soft. In fact, it’s usually the first thing people notice about me. At almost every school I’ve ever been to, people have called me “bubblebutt” or “bubble boi” and never even bothered to learn my name. I mean, I get it… I have this tight, perky jock body with this gigantic, pillowy ass that sticks out like a shelf. I get that it looks ridiculous. I get why some people swat and spank it as I walk down the hall while others can only stand and gape. I only tell you this because it might be the reason my straight, teenage puck pulses like it does all the time.
Anyway, back to that day in math class. I couldn’t think about anything but my tight, needy hole, and so to relieve the feeling, I sort of sat on my hand and worked my long fingers up between my big cheeks. With my fingers wedged in between my giant ass cakes, I rocked back and forth to relieve some of the pressure. I was in the back row, and I knew no one could see me so I started to really grind down on my fingers in the middle of class. It felt sooooo good. I guess I got lost in the feeling because I let slip a quiet whimper. This big, black linebacker who sits front of me whipped around when he heard my shakey moan. He took a brief glance down and saw me rocking back and forth with my hand disappearing down the back of my tight shorts. I was worried he was going to make fun of me, but he just grinned and winked. I must have turned bright red… I was humiliated to be caught massaging my puck in the middle of class. I yanked my hand out of my pants, and planned how I could avoid Darius for the rest of the day.
After class, I slipped out into the hallway, but Darius caught up to me. He draped a huge muscled arm around my shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
“I saw you scratching that itch during class. You know, I got an itch that needs scratching too. Maybe we could help each other out.”
I couldn’t believe Darius had the same problem as me. I gaped at him for a moment and then I asked, “You mean you have a fluttering, little boy puck too? How do you handle it?”
Darius chuckled, “I’ll show you just how I handle a needy little puck. Come to my house tonight. We’re having a sleep over.”
I quickly agreed. I couldn’t believe I scored an invite to a sleepover at the captain of the football team’s house! Darius was so cool, and strong, and handsome — everyone in school just worshipped him. And he wanted ME to come over so he could help me with a problem I had been embarrassed to tell anyone about. ME who had never been invited to a party before because kids always assumed I was too innocent. I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I wondered if any other kids from school were going to come by for the night too or if it would just be the two of us hanging out all night.
I arrived at Darius’ house later that night. My dad had been really reluctant to let me go; it was a school night and my he didn’t love that I had made friends with someone who was a year older… and — I hate to admit this —black. My dad was racist and elitist and he didn’t want me making friends with the wrong crowd. I finally talked him into it by telling him that there was a good chance Darius could help me get onto the varsity teams if I’m really nice to him. My dad would agree to anything in the name of his perfect son’s sports career.
When I got there, Darius was palling around with Trevon, Malik, and Winston — three seniors who were on the team with him. They were all much bigger than me, but I chalked that up to their being seniors while I was still a junior. Whereas my body was all lean muscles, these guys were big and bulky. They looked like men, while I still looked like a boy — a boy with an impossibly juicy and massive ass, that is. When I walked in, I felt 4 pairs of eyes on me in an instant, like I had interrupted some private conversation or secret plot. They were looking at me like they were about to pounce, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I mumbled my thanks for the invite, then asked Darius where his parents were.
“Oh don’t worry, champ. They’re out of town tonight. That’s why I knew it would be the perfect night to help you with that little hole of yours.”
“Darius!” I gasped out. “I don’t want everyone to know. It’s so embarrassing.”
“No. No. Mikey. It’s ok. I already told the boys about it, and they also want to help. We were hoping to get a quick look at it before we get on to anything else tomight.”
Winston smiled invitingly at me and said, “Come on, Mikey. Isn’t it time you made some friends? We can be reeaal good friends to you. You know, the type of friends who help each other with… whatever it is they need.”
Trevon and Malik were grinning as they walked over to me. They were on me in a second, and their big hands began rubbing my shoulders. They were tracing their fingers along my neck and over my pecks. Meanwhile, Winston went to make me a drink — something he promised would loosen me up.
“Come on, Mikey, show us that itchy, little hole.” Malik was panting in my ear. It made me feel a little light headed, and Trevon slid his big paw down the back of my gym shorts. He started kneading my left check with his rough hand.
“Yeah Mikey,” added Trevon, “I hear you got some trouble with that puck. Let’s see if we can help. I reaaallly want to help.” I felt overwhelmed with these two bulky, black men flanking me and rubbing me with their big hands. And, it wasn’t just the way they were toying with my body that was making me feel so good. My heart felt like it might explode. I couldn’t believe I had made four new friends so easily. And it was so considerate of these guys to want to help me and to make me feel relaxed and at home.
“Ok… but you guys have to promise not to make fun of me. The only reason I’m showing you is because I know you just wanna help. I was scared to tell anyone about my hole, and you guys are so accepting. I gotta say, It’s nice to have friends I can trust with this.”
“Yeah yeah. cool,” Mailk said. “Now, show us that beautiful ass.”
I slid my gym shorts down my long legs and spread my heavy cheeks wide while arching my back a little. My huge, soft ass was spread apart, and I could feel the cool air hitting my puck. My soft cheeks jiggled and swayed, framed only by a light blue jock that was just a bit too small causing my soft, creamy cheeks to bubble out over the ass straps.
Malik whistled low and Trevon whispered in my ear, “Mmmmm. That’s pretty.” His hand stopped groping my meaty cheek, only to drag a rough finger against my hole. I gasped out, but Malik softly hushed me. “It’s ok, kiddo. We’re only here to help. That’s what friends are for, right?” The pad of Trevon’s finger was stroking my pulsing hole, while Malik began to knead my right pec.
“I know, “ I choked out. “It just feels… it’s a little overwhelming. I’ve never had anyone touch me there, and it’s all happening so fast. But… ah… I trust you guys.”
“Maybe we should get Winston and Darius to take a good look at it.” Malik’s hot breath tickled the shell of my ear, and I couldn’t help but shudder. “Maybe feel around if they have to. Here, Trevon, you and me, let’s hold open these big, juicy jock cakes so our boys can really see what that hole can do.”
Malik reached down and roughly grabbed my right cheek. Trevon took hold of the left one, so that my tight pink knot was completely exposed. Meanwhile, their other hands roamed around my chest, I’m sure in an effort to soothe me while I was in such a vulnerable position.
Occasionally, one of them would grind the heel of his hand against my nipples on accident as they were massaging my pecs, and I would let a moan escape. I don’t know why, but it felt so good. I’m going to have to try playing with my nipples the next time I’m at home slapping my puck for relief after school. It was almost like my hole and my needy, pink nubs were connected; every pinch and pull sent sparks down my spine directly to my pulsing hole. Who knew touching my nipples could feel so good?
At this point, Winston came back with some drinks. He walked over to me, and rather than hand me the glass, he crowded into my space and tipped the cool liquid down my throat for me. Can you even believe how nice these guys were? They were pampering me like I was their only care in the world.
With Trevon and Malik flanking me on either side, and Winston in front of me feeding me a drink, I was surrounded by giant black jocks. I thought to myself how much my dad would hate the idea of not just one new black friend, but four. I was suddenly surprised to feel warm breath against my hole. I flinched, but Darius said in a calming voice, “Easy there bud. I’m just getting a good look at your twitching little puck.”
I felt Darius’s fingers rubbing soft circles around my hole, and tapping right on my puck. Then he spoke, “You know, bud, I’ve got a theory about why your hole might be so twitchy… You have a bunch of light blond peach fuzz all around your puck. I’m wondering if it might be tickling you.”
Trevon instantly jumped on that idea. “You know what? That’s actually a really smart idea! Mikey, we need to make sure you’re completely smooth down there, and then we’ll see if you still have the problem.”
The other two voiced their support, and with four friends cheering me on, I could only agree with the group. After all, it did sound like a smart theory. I nodded my head and said, “ok. That sounds good. Do it.”
All of a sudden, Darius changed his mind out of nowhere. He started tracing his fingers all around my hole and tickling my ass lips. He even used a few fingers to lightly spank my puckhole just like I sometimes do. He petted the soft hair around my hole and hummed, “Gosh I don’t know… You didn’t sound sure. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, Mikey. I’ll only do it if you really think it’s a good idea… ask me to do it, Mickey. Tell me to make you smooth.”
“Do it. Please. Make me smooth down there. I want to be hairless. Please.” I don’t know when it happened, but when I spoke, I noticed I was panting and gasping for air. Darius playing with my hole, and Trevon and Malik pawing at my chest had made me feel dizzy and hot. My legs were trembling, and I couldn’t concentrate. Winston poured some more liquid down my throat as I rested my hands against his broad chest.
“Say, ‘Make my pretty hole smooth like a girl.’” Winston whispered against my lips.
“Please. Just… oh! please make my pretty hole smooth, like a girl. Please Darius, help me with my tiny pink hole!” I pleaded. I would have repeated anything I was told; that’s how overwhelming the sensations were. It was like a burning wave of pleasure was spreading out from deep inside my hole slowly out to the tips of my fingers. My eyes lolled back into my skull, and I started panting and moaning only centimeters from Winston’s lips.
Suddenly, Darius ripped his hand away, slapped me hard on my gigantic bubble butt, and stood up. “Ok, stud. Whenever I hear begging that pretty, I’m always happy to help.” Whatever had been building in me suddenly subsided. I had been so close to something… I don’t know what. But it had been stolen from me and for some reason I felt frustrated to have not reach what I had been so close to. I must have whined because Trevon and Malik both started whispering soothingly in my ear. “There there, beautiful. Easy does it. Pace yourself. Its gonna be a long night.”
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“DL Confession #5”
For the longest time, I never understood why my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend Shamar Hastings had a problem with me. Him and her broke up on pretty amicable terms and even though they didn’t really talk to each other anymore, they were cordial with each other whenever me and her ran into him around campus or at a club. But when it came to me, he was always giving me weird looks or talking shit. There were times where he’d be a complete dick to me for no reason. I’d gotten used to his attitude towards me but I couldn’t lie, that shit was annoying as fuck. Then again, I had my own secret reason for wanting him to be cool with me.
“We need one more guy, Keith,” my friend Cordell said as we were about to play a game of touch football.
I looked around and quickly spotted Shamar talking with a group of dudes. I ran over to him and asked, “Bruh, you wanna play some touch football with us?”
He gave me a side-eye and replied with a quick, “No.”
“Come on, man. We need one more player.” I laughed a little and teased, “I know you ain’t scared.”
“Nigga, I said no. Step the fuck on.”
I shook my head and pointed to one of the dudes he’d been talking to and asked, “What about you, big man?”
“Yeah, I’m down,” the dude replied.
“That’s wassup,” I said before taking my shirt off and shaking my head at Shamar. “At least somebody over here ain’t bein’ a lil’ bitch.”
Shamar looked me up and down and smirked as he said, “Whatever, nigga.”
Me and the other dude ran back over to where my friend and some other guys were waiting and started our game. It was a hot night and we were all at the park for a cookout that was raising money for a program ran by our college that helped young black men get into college or trade school. I knew Shamar was going to be there because he was in our black student union just like I was. As usual, he was being a dick and putting up a front like he was too cool to do anything but walk around shirtless and flirt with girls.
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“I told y’all I’m too fast for you,” I said with a laugh as me and the other dudes finished our game. “You lucky we didn’t play for money.”
“I know that’s right,” Cordell said with a smile as he gave me a high-five.
As they stood on the field talking, I ran over to a cooler and grabbed a bottle of water. I turned around and literally bumped into this tall and slim pretty girl with long braids. I smiled and told her, “My bad, beautiful.”
“It’s okay,” she said this cute smile on her face. “You’re Nikki’s boyfriend, right?”
“Yeah.”
“She must not be too bright. What kind of a girlfriend lets her man come to a cookout by himself and walk around all shirtless and sweaty?”
“The kind of girlfriend who trusts her man.”
“Oh, you’re one of the rare ones, huh?”
“Yep.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “Thanks for giving me another reason to hate Nikki’s uppity ass.” She flicked her braids off her shoulder and stormed off like I’d just cussed her out or something.
“You lame as fuck for that,” Shamar said as he stepped over to where I was standing.
“I’m lame for not cheating on Nikki? Damn, no wonder why she dumped you.”
“First of all, me and her broke up with each other so she didn’t dump me. Second of all, it’s not cheating if you girl is out of town.”
“So, I’m supposed to dog Nikki out just because she’s out of town? That sounds like some raggedy ashy ass nigga logic to me, bruh. There’s nothing any random woman got that I want.”
“Man, there ain’t shit better than new pussy and you know it. You can talk all that bullshit about bein’ faithful all you want, but that shit is clearly an act. I can look at you and tell you don’t only smash Nikki.”
“Bruh, you don’t know anything about me. You don’t even have a single clue.” I took a sip from my bottled water and stared down at his crotch for a millisecond.
He smirked and licked his lips before rolling his eyes and saying, “Yeah, bet.” He climbed up on a park monument near the cooler and asked, “Why you always talk shit whenever I’m around?”
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I gave him the craziest look and responded, “Nigga, I know you are not talking! Man, you’re the one always on some bullshit. I don’t have any problems with you, Shamar.”
“I don’t have any problems with you either, bruh.”
“Okay, but you’re the one who acts salty all the damn time. Don’t try to flip that shit on me.”
He laughed and said, “Okay, damn. You mad now?”
“Man, whatever.” I drank more water before asking, “How did you know Nikki was out of town?”
“She tweeted that she was going home and added an airplane emoji the other day.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You ain’t gotta worry, man. Me and her don’t text or hit up each other’s DMs or anything like that.”
“Trust me bro, I ain’t worried. I’m secure with my shit.” I looked at my phone to see what time it was. I then put it back up and told him, “I guess it’s time for me to go.”
“It ain’t even been nighttime that long yet.”
“I gotta work in the morning. I need to get home, take a shower, smoke a blunt I rolled up earlier and get some sleep. Well, first I need to play some Madden NFL 18 and then go to bed.”
“You got Madden NFL 18? For what, PlayStation 4?”
“Yep.”
“Shit, can I come? I can help you out with that blunt, too?”
I gave him another look and said, “Man, I don’t know. You be trippin’.”
“Bro, it’s all good between us. For real.” He climbed down and shook my hand before asking, “Your roommates don’t trip, do they?”
“Well, only one is still in town for the summer and he works security at a club for older people until four in the morning. The other two won’t be back until the week before classes start later this month.”
“Shit, cool. Let’s go then.”
“Alright. Follow my car with yours. Oh, I need to stop by CVS first.”
“Okay.”
The moment we got into our cars, I knew it was going down. I wasn’t too sure about Shamar at first but I knew he was DL when he licked his lips after catching me staring at his dick print. When it comes to DL dudes, you have to pay attention to both the subtle and not so subtle shit. I’d thrown as many hints as I could like saying no woman besides Nikki had anything I wanted. I also had confirmation when he asked if my roommates would trip; which is code for asking if they’re always around. Still, I’m glad he stayed in the car when I went into CVS. I could’ve easily been wrong about him and there’s no telling how he would’ve reacted if he saw me buying condoms and a two-pack box of Fleet. When we got to my apartment, he’d already changed up his demeanor. I knew he wasn’t gonna put up that bullshit front anymore.
“You sure your roommate will be out until late?” he asked as he followed me into my room.
“Yeah, bruh,” I replied as I sat my CVS bag on my bed.
With no kind of warning, this nigga stepped up to me aggressively like he was gonna punch me but instead he kissed me and squeezed on my ass through my fitted sweatpants. I have no idea how he knew I liked to be manhandled but I wasn’t gonna ask any questions. My dick went from soft to hard automatically and so did his. He pulled his out and I did the same. Our dicks were about the same size which meant he had about eight or eight and a half inches.
“I been tryna get up in that ass,” he said to me in between kisses, “but you never caught on to my hints. I caught yours tonight though.”
“I figured you did,” I said back with a laugh. “How long you been on the low?”
“Shit, since back in high school. You?”
“The same.”
We started kissing again and playing with each other’s dicks. I was ready to give up my ass to him right then and there but I needed to clean it out first. I grabbed the Fleet from the bag and turned to try to go to the bathroom but this nigga pulled my sweatpants all the way down, squatted behind me and started licking on my asshole. That shit felt so good that I almost fell over. I had a feeling he was a freak but I wasn’t expecting him to start rimming my ass before I got to make it smell fresh. I probably wasn’t that funky since I’d showered before going to the cookout but still, I’d played touched football and gotten sweaty.
“Damn, that ass is good, nigga,” he said while rubbing my now wet hole with his thumb. “I’m fuck the hell outta you, Keith. And I ain’t on that bullshit.”
“Is that right?” I asked.
He smacked my ass hard and licked on my asshole a few more times before standing back up. He followed me into my bathroom. While I used warm water and a little soap in the Fleet bottle to clean out my ass, he watched and jacked off. I’d never had a dude watch me clean out my ass let alone get turned on by it. He was loving every second and beating his dick harder and harder. After a good while, I was done and ready to take a shower. He joined me and couldn’t keep his hands off me.
“You gonna let me wear that ass out?” he asked me while fingering me with his soapy middle finger.
“Hell yeah,” I replied.
“I’ma fuck you like I used to fuck your girl when she was mine, nigga.”
Hearing him say that shit turned me on even more. I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could. I rarely hooked up with dudes so whenever I did, I always wanted them to fuck me good. I prefer to bottom with dudes because for me, getting fucked was a different type of pleasure than fucking and I got enough pleasure fucking Nikki and I wasn’t really interested in being a top for a guy. I’d be vers with the right dude but with a dude like Shamar, I was strictly a bottom.
“Put that ass up in the air, nigga,” he told me as he pushed me down onto my bed after our shower. I arched my back for him and he smacked my ass hard repeatedly. “Damn, that shit so fuckin’ tight.”
He kissed, licked, sucked and slurped on my hole like there was no tomorrow. I hadn’t had my ass eaten that good before so I had to bury my face in my pillow to muffle my moans. When he slowed it down and softly slid his tongue deep into me and sucked the outside of my hole with his lips, I broke out into convulsions. I was on the verge of busting a nut because he was also gripping my dick hard from the back, so I had to stop him a few times. I wanted to save that nut for when he was fucking me.
“Let me suck that dick, bruh,” I said to him when I couldn’t take anymore.
He pushed his middle finger deep into my asshole one more time and then sucked on it as he laid down on my bed. I grabbed his hard dick and started sucking him all the way down to his balls. None of the dudes I’d been with were ready for my head game and Shamar was no exception. I had him squirming and stretching his legs out and grabbing his dick to keep it from busting a nut too soon. His dick was a little thicker than mine so I gagged a few times but I still managed to suck the soul out of that sexy caramel dick.
“Suck that dick, nigga,” he called out. “Ah fuck!”
Every couple of minutes he’d stop me and make me kiss him and swap spit with him before making me suck his dick again. That shit was so hot that I almost busted a few times while I jacked off. After sucking him for forever, he pushed me back and started sucking my dick while fingering my asshole. Other than him, only one dude ever sucked my dick before fucking me and it wasn’t all that. Shamar knew what he was doing. He was sucking my dick better than any girl had, including Nikki. It was still hard to believe that I was doing all of this with my girl’s ex-boyfriend.
“Nigga, I’m ready to fuck,” he said while reaching over to grab the box of condoms.
As he was taking a condom out to use, I hopped off the bed and ran over to my closet to get my bottle of lube. When I got back to the bed, he’d already slapped one of the condoms on his dick and was waiting for me to climb on top of his sexy body. I wanted to start licking on his big pretty feet but he was ready for some ass and I was more than ready for some dick. I squirted some lube onto my hand and spread it all over his condom-covered dick and squirted a little on my finger to put around and inside my asshole. I then sat the lube down on my nightstand and climbed up on him.
“Are you gonna let me fuck all the time?” he asked as I was positioning his dick to enter my ass. “Because I wanna fuck you after tonight.”
“We’ll see,” I replied.
I got the angle right on the first try and I swear his dick head entered my tight asshole smoother than any other dude’s dick had ever entered me before. There was a little pain but it wasn’t like how it usually felt. When I came down on his dick more and felt pleasure from the stretching, I knew I’d come across some good dick. My dick was already hard but it was stiffening and pulsating like crazy because of how good his dick felt in my ass. It wasn’t long before I was dripping precum all over his abs.
“Ride that dick,” he called out while clenching onto my sheets. “Damn, bruh!”
“That ass feel good, baby?” I asked with a smile.
“Hell yeah. I’m trying not to nut too soon. You gonna have to let me take control in a few minutes.”
“Alright, let me ride this shit for a little bit.”
I pinched his nipples as I started riding him harder and faster. He smacked my ass a few times before grabbing my butt cheeks and squeezing on them. He didn’t let me ride him too much longer than that. He sat up, kissed my lips, flipped me on my back with his dick still inside me and started fucking me missionary style. I held my legs back and let him go as deep as he wanted to go. There was a little more pain but it still felt more pleasurable than painful.
“You better let me fuck again,” he told me as he stroked my ass hard. “If you don’t, I’ma take that shit.”
“Ah, fuck! Fuck me, nigga!”
“I should fuck both you and Nikki! You’d like that shit?”
“I’d love that shit, nigga! Fuck!”
I put my hand on his abs to get him to ease up a little but he slapped it away and said, “Keep yo fuckin’ hands down, bruh! You touch me and I’m gonna fuck you harder!”
The pain was increasing but I was getting hornier because of it. He was fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked and my ass was begging for more. I left my dick alone because I didn’t want to cum and risk messing up the intensity of it all. He was digging deep in me and all I could do was put my hands on his firm muscular ass and squeeze. When my ass started making these wet squishy noises, he lost control and pulled out of me.
He snatched the condom off and hollered, “Fuck!”
I’d never seen somebody shoot that much nut from their dick before in person. Hell, I don’t think I’d ever seen it in porn either. His creamy white cum was all over my stomach and chest, and some rolled down my sides and onto my bed. He tugged on his dick until every ounce of cum had rolled out of it and then he relaxed and tried to catch his breath.
“I needed that shit bad,” he said with a laugh. “I need another one.”
“Are you for real?” I asked while rubbing my sore and gaping asshole.
“Yeah, I gotta get another one. Look how hard my dick is. Besides, you ain’t busted yours yet.”
He reached over and grabbed another condom. While he put the condom on and lubed his dick up, I turned over and arched my back for him. I was already jacking off as he reentered me from behind. This time he didn’t fuck me too hard but he had me getting creamier and creamier by the second. My ass usually didn’t cream that much so I don’t know what was going on. All I knew was that I felt like I was about to have one of the best orgasms ever, and I did.
“Oh shit,” I said softly as I hit that orgasm hard. “Nigga!”
My dick never shot out cum that hard before. It sounded like I was pissing on my bed and the cum just kept shooting out. My ass and dick pulsated at the same time and I tightened up on his dick each time. I then started shaking really bad and he gently pulled out of me. He took the condom off and shoved his thumb into my asshole while jacking off. I was still shaking when I heard him starting to moan.
“Here I cum, bruh,” he called out. “Ah fuck, Keith!”
The way he said my name while shooting his second load all over my lower back and butt cheeks was so damn sexy. Since he’d gotten a second nut, I made him keep fingering me while I jacked off and got my second nut a little while later. I swear if weren’t exhausted we probably would’ve used all the condoms in the box and fucked for hours. However, we were done by that point. We took another shower together, put our clothes on and he helped me clean up. We then smoked some weed, ate cereal and played Madden NFL 18 for a couple of hours. He left because I needed to get some sleep before I had to work the next morning. After that night, we became buddies and fucked around all the time. Nikki had no clue and neither did anyone else since we both hid it so well. I’d finally found a balance to this whole DL way of life and a long-term partner to experience it with.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2018
I love when the “straight “ nigga that fucked me post his girl friend and say “ no one can take her spot “ sis I already did that😩😛 now come blow my back out before I bite ya dick🤓
What show is this 👀