A Deep Rasta Fucking

"Sexy vers Rasta-man, looking for hot fun. Bisexual on the downlow but not looking for a quick pump and dump. If we're going to have sex, let's go all the way. Let's take it slow, make it hot, and enjoy every fucking second of it."

Reading that profile alone had Baron's dick hard. He had been scrolling through the app, trying to find a hot guy to fuck for the night when he saw it, and he knew he had to hook up with the hot Rasta stallion in the picture. It was rare to find another local man on their tiny Caribbean island who was as open-minded about sex as he was.

Baron was younger, brown-skinned with a tight and toned physique. He wore his hair in a crown of thick twists that allowed him to mimic the Rasta aesthetic without submitting to the rigid lifestyle. A soft wispy treasure trail ran from just above his navel, expanding to become the thick bush above his cock.

The Rasta man was older, chiseled and defined with a smooth dark complexion. His neat narrow dreadlocks hung down past his shoulders. His cock was huge, rivaling Baron's own thick meat. Regardless, Baron decided it was on.

And so it was.

Baron groaned, his throbbing cock balls-deep in the Rasta-man's welcoming ass. He churned his cock round and the Rasta moaned. Baron pressed his face close and kissed the thick sexy lips that awaited him.

They both moaned as Baron resumed the slow but steady thrusts. He felt every inch of that hungry Rasta hole gripping, caressing, and milking his cock. He sank balls-deep and churned again. He savored the Rasta's deep base moans, and the way his body shivered each time Baron lanced his manhood deep.

"Fuck," Baron whispered.

"Breed me," the Rasta whispered in return.

Baron went in. He could not hold off anymore. The hot tight tunnel just felt too damned good. He hammered his cock home, thrust after thrust plunging balls-deep in the slick hungry chute until he released. He shuddered and bucked, his cock lurching frantically inside the flexing tunnel. Finally, he slumped forward, panting.

"Fuck...so good..." the Rasta huffed.

Baron concurred with a mutter. He nestled his own scruffily-bearded face against the Rasta's full facial bush. Slowly, he withdrew and rolled onto his back. The Rasta followed, sweet kisses on Baron's lips.

Kisses were followed by nipples being sucked. Baron moaned; writhing as the hot tongue lashed his sensitive tits. He arched his back upward as the Rasta kissed down the length of his body, pausing at the navel to swirl his tongue on it sweetly. Baron sighed as kisses tickled his inner thighs and the edges of his pubic bush. He barked with pleasure as his balls were licked then sucked.

"Yes!" Baron hissed, the Rasta suckling his orbs. Then, he sank lower.

Baron grunted as his legs were pushed into the air and the wet tongue attacked his hair-ringed anus. He shivered and gripped the sheets; panting. His semi-hard cock sprang back to full life, raging and dribbling clear nectar.

The Rasta kept up the pleasurable assault until Baron was screaming and beating his fists on the bed. The torture had only just begun, however, as the Rasta-man targeted Baron's rigid cock. Warm lips and a wet mouth slipped down over it, engulfing the cock to the root. Baron growled, arching his back upward once again and curling his toes. He was being pleasured stupid as his thoughts faded until all that remained was the sweet sensation of talented sloppy wetness sucking his dick.

"Ahh...Agh...Uuh..."

"Mmmmmmm hm!"

Baron gasped as the Rasta reached up and toyed with his nipples. His cock lurched but the hungry dreadlocked cock-robber kept on sucking. Baron groaned, assured he was about to cum when the Rasta-man slid off his cock and pushed his legs up once again; over the broad dark shoulders, and the Rasta was between his legs.

Baron looked into the brown eyes looming above him as cold lube slithered up his asshole on thin fingers. He moaned as the head of the bulbous cock pushed against his entry. He closed his eyes as the pain sharpened, then opened them wide as the cock popped inside. Baron felt every inch of cock slip into him. He felt the Rasta's girth stretch him. The cock  pushed deeper, and Baron hugged the man close. The cock ended its journey with a grunt, and the Rasta paused his motion.

"Oh...fuck..."

"Yes...you want it slow?"

Without a response, the Rasta began a slow withdrawal and re-entry; a snail's pace sawing motion that made Baron moan.

"Sweet tight ass, boy. You sure you're not a virgin?"

Baron's cock twitched. He could not even speak as the Rasta-dick explored his depths with military precision. Each stroke lanced balls-deep. That thick long cock touched every bit of Baron's insides and had him quivering with pleasure. Then, the pace sped up.

Baron moaned. He hugged the Rasta tighter around the shoulders. The man cupped Baron's butt-cheeks, raising him up an inch and pounding him harder. Baron gasped and groaned and whimpered. He was getting fucked; seriously fucked. Every blow from that cock sent him deeper into the realm of pleasure. His asshole winced and his own rigid cock danced over his belly.

"Fuck, boy...Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" the Rasta rasped.

"Yes...yes, breed me!" Baron hissed.

With a groan from his depths, the Rasta-man plowed deep and erupted. Baron sighed, feeling every release of warm cum within him. He quivered as his own cock erupted; ropes of cum squirting up between them; coating the Rasta's dark skin as well as his own.

"Damn, boy...look how I made you cum!" the Rasta chuckled.

Baron panted, shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Gradually, he released his grip on the Rasta's neck. He opened his eyes and locked his gaze to that of the man looming over him. He mimicked the bright smile with genuine emotion then lifted his head and kissed him. They kissed for what seemed a long time.

"Ready for another round?" the Rasta-man asked. Baron ran his fingers through the loose dangling dreads.

"As many rounds as you can handle," he challenged.