A Delightful Predicament

“Yes Daddy! Yes! Fuck the shit outta me, baby! Fuck!” Jamir sang, his round caramel ass tooted up while he lay face down on the bed while Colin slammed his big white cock home, ten inches deep with every stroke up his guts.

“Shit! Augh shit! Yeah! Fuck the hell outta me, man!”

Colin only chuckled, loving how the big black stud--the best tight end on the football team--had become a total bitch; begging almost daily for his big white schlong. Of course, Colin gave it willingly. Plowing Jamir’s hungry caramel cunt had become his newest obsession and he just couldn’t get enough.

Jamir whimpered, clawing at the sheet as Colin went in hard and heavy, gutting his depths. His eyes rolled up in his head and he grunted with every solid impact. He’d been fucked before, sure; taken to pound-town heaven by the married ebony stud with the donkey-sized cock, who’d drilled him like he was digging for oil. However, that had only been a one-time thing.

Colin had been fucking the crap out of him for the last two weeks, and Jamir couldn’t get enough of the big white dick. It turned him on, knowing he was begging for it, on his knees sucking that white boy’s dong like a total cock-slave. His own nine-incher was rock-hard between his legs, dribbling precum like a leaky faucet; his balls swinging each time Colin’s dangling nuts smacked his taint.

“Shit! Oh shit, Colin! You’re gonna make me nut!" Jamir yelped, just before his swollen cock erupted like a geyser; his creamy load splattering all over the sheet.

It had been like that since he’d returned from his two-day sexcapade. Getting turned out by all those hung horny men had trained his body to spontaneously erupt whenever a rock-hard dick was digging him out. He couldn’t complain, since he always got his nut, and sure enough Colin got his too.

“FUCK! CUMMING!” Colin grunted, holding Jamir’s waist tight and impaling the football jock on his raging boner as he erupted balls-deep inside. He shuddered, keeping himself buried until he was finished.

“Damn!” Jamir panted as Colin slipped out and rolled onto his back. Jamir himself sank flat out on the bed, basking in the sweet afterglow of having been profoundly dicked-down. “You’ve been holding out on me, huh? You pounded me so damn deep that time, baby.”

“Not holding out,” Colin corrected. “More like really getting into it. Plus, I was super horny today, and I really wanted to explore your guts with my dick,” he chuckled, stroking his big pale dong.

Jamir shuffled over, took the head into his mouth and sucked out the last remnants of tasty sperm before slithering all the way down and burying his nose in the wiry blonde pubes, eagerly throating the cock that had just been up his ass.

Jamir had found some measure of happiness with Colin but he’d been turned out as a slut, and he still longed to be used by multiple men. Not that he and Colin were a couple. Far from it. They both knew they were just fuck-buddies but Jamir was at least trying not to out himself on campus more than he already was, having always been open about his bisexuality long before his transformation into a cock-hungry cum-slut. However, he could not deny that he needed more than one dick to satisfy his fuck-hole’s insatiable hunger.

 

* * * * *

 

Another game, a friendly match with their rivals from the neighboring city. Having been dicked-down that morning, Jamir’s mind was clear and he focused completely on the game, throwing himself into it, and once again putting in a great performance that helped propel his team to victory.

Halfway through the game, he had noticed a pair of familiar faces in the crowd; faces that made his asshole twitch with desire. However, that was not the strangest occurrence. It was at the end of the game; as the two teams walked by each other, shaking hands. Dornell Wilkins, the big ebony-black lineman on the opposing team, had grabbed a handful of Jamir’s fat ass.

“You put in a great performance out there, but I know you’d be better in bed. I can tell when a nigga got some sugar in the tank, and I’d love to get a taste,” he’d said with a smile. “You down?”

“Yeah, I’m down,” Jamir replied, instantly aroused. He’d seen Dornell shirtless more than a few times at the Combine. The man was built like a brick shithouse with a package that hung long and thick, and that was when it was soft. “I’ll hit you up on the ‘Gram and we can link.”

“Aight, bet.”

* * * * *

 

After a shower and some banter with his team-mates, Jamir exited the facility and headed to the parking lot. The place was deserted, more or less, but he saw his target and smirked as he made a beeline to the beat-up old pick-up truck parked in the shadows. The occupants, two large beefy men, got out with huge grins on their faces.

“Told ya we’d come see one of your games,” Chet bragged.

“You looked damn good on the field,” Jenson added. “But you’d look even better naked.”

“I’m looking forward to that,” Jamir replied. “Good to see you fellas again. Hope you got your dicks hard and ready for me.”

“Mmm! Horny as ever I see. Hop in! We booked a room at a sleazy little motel just outside of town. Too close for you to get lost again, so don’t worry.”

Jamir wasn’t worried. His only desire in that moment was dick, and Jenson gave it to him, both of them in the back seat while Chet drove. Jamir choked and gurgled, happily slobbering on Jenson’s thick throbbing ebony cock.

“You gained some skill,” the big man noted. “Musta been practicing like crazy, huh?”

“Mmrrm hm!” Jamir replied then nestled his nose in the big man’s bushy pubes, making him shudder with delight. A big paw gripped a fistful of his dreads as Jenson began to stab up into his gullet.

They arrived at the motel sooner than he’d expected. He had wanted to swallow Jenson’s first load but he knew he’d have plenty of time for that; the entire night in fact as he stripped naked in the room and got on all fours, sucking Chet’s fat white cock while Jenson knelt and shoved his hot wet tongue up his ass.

A few minutes later, and Jamir was in fuck-heaven; spit-roasted and getting pounded from both ends with a big black cock up his caramel ass, and a big white one in his throat. When Jenson finally flooded him with that first load, Jamir’s eyes rolled up in his head and he gargled on Chet’s cock as his own dick fired ropes of cum all over the bed.

“Damn! He just came,” Jenson chuckled. “Just like the first time, ‘cept his asshole’s even sweeter now!”

“Oh I bet,” Chet said, then to Jamir, while slapping his raging cock over the college jock’s lips. “We’re gonna use your hungry ass all night, boy. Just like we did the first time. You ready?”

“More than ready,” Jamir purred, then sucked on Chet’s swollen cockhead, making the big man shiver with delight.