Black Balled

This picks up right from the End of Black Balled.

Yes, who was that talking?

“That’s my buddy Danny. Say hello to Danny.”

“Hi Danny.”

I looked around to see Danny. He could have been Gerald’s brother, only a bit shorter and stockier. Black, handsome, also shaved head, and his cock – sweet. He was stroking as Gerald fucked me. This was too good to be true. But it was.

“Hey Gerald, after you?”

“Yes”

And with that yes, I felt Gerald stiffen, shudder. He was blowing his load in my ass, my unprotected ass. Damn. This was the next step times two, not only getting fucked, but barebacked, and bred with no concern, well some, about the load. What was next? I knew it would be Danny. It was.

Gerald pulled out. He stepped aside. Without further ado, Danny plunged in.

“Yes,” was all I could say.

“Hey man, I’m going to pull out, sit on the bench. You just sit right down on my cock. Then take care of Gerald’s cock. Needs to clean up before getting dressed.”

Hot. He pulled out. He sat on the bench. I did what I was told. I was impaled on his cock. It seemed to go so deep. Shit. I was getting addicted to cock. I knew I would. I wanted this cock to add its jism to me. And then Gerald fed me his still hard cock for me to clean, to lick, to taste his cum and my ass juices – an incredible cocktail. Danny pressed the bottle of poppers to my nose.

“Breathe, baby. This Daddy so wants you. Daddy is going to breed you too. Two hot, black loads in your white ass. Maybe toxic loads. You take them virgin white boy. Two toxic black loads?”

Toxic loads? Too late to stop now.

“Fuck, yes… breed me Danny. I want your load in my pussy.”

“Get it man,” he said while stiffening, shuddering cumming, breeding. “You got it, pig. You are our pig. Pig to two black dudes who love taking ass.”

He pushed me up. His load slid out of my ass. He must have caufht it because he put his hand to my face, palm up, “Get this baby. Then kiss me. Don’t swallow, pass my load to me.”

I did. So fucking hot.

Things started to calm down. Time for them to go. For me to go.

“Want to meet us again?” That was Gerald asking.

“Yes.”

“Here or at our place just up the road,” asked Danny.

“You tell me.”

“Tomorrow be at 234 XXXXX at 3 p.m.”

“But I can’t.”

“You will. Make an excuse,” said Gerald.

I did. I was.

We parted. I felt a little shaky going down the stairs. I fel

t a wet spot on my shorts. Damn, I was telling the other men what had happened. I got few winks.

One 30s black guy said, “Hey, climb in the back of my van with me.” Short, thin, a sweet bulge in his pants, hot, four reasons I said I would. We walked out together. He opened the back. There was a mattress there. We climbed in. We stripped.

“Buddy, I’m Pete.”

“Bob.”

“Bob, you liked those two guys?”

“Fuck yes!”

“Take their loads?”

“Yes.”

“Well get ready to take a third.”

“I am.”

My hole felt tired, but damn why stop now. Black cock. A dream come true. My first wife was right when she said she told me she wanted to see me being fucking by black men – damn had I cum hard. What a fucking charge that gave me. Did she know I was really gay? Maybe. And maybe if I had known at the time of the divorce, I would have come out and no re-married and lost so many years of what could have been a lot of sex. But here I am now, in the back of a van in the parking lot of Aircraft News. I was getting my third cock of the day. My third black cock. I poppered up, got in the zone, and just gave this man my hole to fuck and seed. I just lay back as he hammered my ass. First on my knees, then flat out. He flipped me over and took from above. He never took his hard cock out of me. The van did some of that proverbial rocking.

“Shit, buddy. Your ass is a champ. I like how it feels on my cock. Have to tag you again. Have to get Gerald and Danny to share this cunt.”

Then what the fuck, he shot his load, he pulled out, a rope of cum on his cock, and opened the back of the van, “Next.” He went to my head to feed me his cock as another black man hopped into the van, stripped, stroked his cock, then just plunged in. Cock in my ass, and going  ass-to-mouth. Was I in heaven? Probably. And not giving a shot to what jsim was being  pumped into me. I just wanted it.

“Sweet, Lem.”

“Sweet it, is. Just take him.”

It was sweet. They spit-roasted me. Cock in my mouth. The musky flavor of my ass and his cum, a flavor I have come to love so much. Cock in my ass. Another load building in Lem’s balls, as the slapped on my ass. Pete face fucking me. Lem fucking me. Shit. Could it get better? Maybe not today, but I have learned it can be better, though no complaints about today, about Gerald, Danny, Lem, and Pete.

Three loads. Then a fourth. All bareback. Raw cum in my hole. Then a quick, “Have to run, man.”

“Thanks. Thank you.”

“The pleasure was also ours. Danny told us on his way out to see if we could get in your ass. It is as sweet as he said it was. Though a bit looser now than it was then I am sure, and looser now baby.”

“Damn. I want it loose.”

“How loose?”

“As loose as it is supposed to be.”

“Cool. We’d love to help with that. Get you to have a loose pussy for fucking and stretching.”

“Maybe you can. I want to make a date to get to Danny’s,” I said.

“Well, baby, we will coordinate with him. And call him. We are all free tomorrow. Out you go.”

I climbed out just in my shorts, shirtless. I walked over to my car. I was glad I brought a towel. Maybe there wouldn’t be a wet sport the car seat. My hole was certainly sopping wet. Incredible. I would get home first. Maybe, I thought, no one would see me get out of the car shirtless, no one would tell how uneven on my feet I was, or about the wet stain on my shorts, or about what was dripping down my leg as I walked to door, or how I stopped to scoop some up and ate it. Well, no one did.

The trip home extended by the traffic. Damn I had found a new home of a kind. And what kind of loads had they pumped into my willing ass? Always bareback? Always black? Probably yes to both questions.

I had Gerald’s number. I would call when I got home. The traffic gave me time to think through an excuse for going out.

More to follow…