DeMario

DeMario told me I had a phat booty. My dad punched him hard in the shoulder and told him to cut that shit out. Sometimes that shit can be real annoying to hear. But when certain people say certain shit with sexual intent about my big phat ass, it can be the very thing that makes a nigga’s day. I won’t say I love the attention (since it is constant), but from my father’s best bud of the past thirty years, I don’t mind at all. When my old man isn’t looking, I stick my eighteen-year-old booty out even further for his friend to tent his infamous basketball shorts with that big fat cock of his.

My dad doesn’t like that I’m a fag. He deals with it, but he doesn’t like it. His greatest hope outside of “snapping out of this phase” is that I become a booty bandit rather than booty prey for the bandits that obviously want to feast.

One night my dad invited DeMario over so that they could pool their money together so they could hire a cheap trick off BackPage.com. I don’t know what became of this grand plan. I do know that my dad got piss drunk and fell asleep on the couch and that his best bud bypassed the bathroom downstairs for the one upstairs across the hall from my bedroom. I don’t know if I left the door cracked open hoping to hear him smash the hooker or if he picked the lock of my bedroom door just to get inside. Either way I was sleep on top of the covers ass up with nothing on but holey tighty-whities. I woke up just as he entered, but stayed still, getting hard at the thought of his hand brushing over my ass.

“Yo!” He shouted after his hand came down hard on my ass causing me to leap up from my place on the bed and to crane my neck his way. “You mind me kicking it up here with you for a minute. I’m a little too buzz to get behind the wheel.”

I sat up as he sat down on the bed next to me. I crossed my legs trying to cover up the raging hard-on I still had for him sitting there in my white undershirt and underwear.

He reached for the remote right next to him and started channel surfing without much fanfare. I was still tired enough that I could’ve stretched out on the bed behind him and went back to sleep. When it looked as if I was going to do that or pay attention to what was on the screen, he then wanted to start talking about everything from the moon to the stars before he started asking me about my stash. I thought he was talking about some weed, to cap off his high, you know, but it wasn’t much my thing, and I didn’t keep a reserve of it. He soon clarified that he was interested in seeing my porn stash. I tried to deny this, but then confessed that I had some “stuff”, but it was all gay, just in case my dad didn’t tell him I was gay.

“Let’s see what you like.” DeMario winked.

I slowly walked over to the bottom drawer and pulled out a DVD from the collection I bought for cheap out of the back of some jack-off magazine I came across in the parking lot of some truck stop. Though we live in the age of free porn readily available online, my dad and I weren’t fortunate enough to have service at home. I held back from pulling out my favorite video that I constantly unload to with the smooth hunk pulling a train with four rough burly studs, and instead pulled out the much more sensual video featuring the dashingly handsome salt-and-pepper haired muscled daddy with his boy.

As the video played, I looked over at my older bedroom guest looking at the flick undeterred at the building scene which led to the two men kissing before the older one coaxed the younger one to drop to his knees. It was easy to see he was turned on and that our scene was going to build just like that one on the screen. If I was a braver man, I would’ve reached out and grabbed his face and brought him on top of me. But I was afraid, deciding to let him take the lead, knowing that he was more experienced—even if this was his first time with another guy, too. I just sat there taking him in on the sly. From an objectionable standpoint, there was nothing exceptionally attractive about DeMario, but being a hard man rippling with girth and size and my dad’s best friend made him everything in my world.

“A mouth’s a mouth, right?” He said, looking at the skill this young man had on this cock.

“Yeah,” I said nervously. Not sure if that was my cue to do what many of these porno films I’d watched thus far urged me to do.

“You suck dick, too?” He asked trying not to look over at me.

I licked my bottom lip. If I was going to be daring, I knew this was the time. “Only if it is a phat one,” I said cockily.

The silence hung in the air for a moment. He reached behind his elastic waistband pulling at the growing thing behind it. He then said, as he pulled it out, “You can judge for yourself to see if it is phat enough for you to suck.”

It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world, but up to that point it certainly was the biggest one I’d seen in real life and it appeared bigger than life because of my fear of it.

“What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?”

I tried to find the words, but I couldn’t. My mouth was dry and saliva wasn’t returning to it anytime soon.

“No.” I shook my head in alarm.

“So, is it big enough?”

“Huh?”

“My cock. Is it phat enough for you to suck?”

“Oh yes.” I responded.

“You gonna suck it then?”

“Yeah,” I swallowed hard.

He tucked his cock back into his pants, stood up in front of me, and ordered me to “Get it out” again.

I was scared, even more so by the weight and the heat of it in my hand pulling it back out from behind its nylon pen.

“So what you going to do about it?” He asked as I stared at it.

I wasn’t sure if I was to lick it or suck it. I had started to practice on bananas each morning, but after my mouth got tired of them I would bite into them and start eating. I didn’t have that luxury this time, and for the life of me couldn’t remember how I started off with one.

“Suck it like a lollipop, bitch!”

His command was to suck, but I licked nice and slow instead. He was good and hard as I played with the head with my tongue occasionally taking more of his musty dick into my mouth.

“Get that cheese, baby boy!” 

I knew what he was talking about. I’d read some of the stories in the magazine of how to wedge my tongue behind his foreskin to get that extra flavor. Even though it was salty and peculiar, it was good—or maybe because it was him and I’d been wanting to do this with him for a very long time.

After I’d learn to gobble a couple of inches with ease, he wasted no time stretching my face with his hard cock with thick drool coming out of both corners of my mouth and this loud plop of wetness that rang in my ear.

“Suck Daddy’s dick, boy!” DeMario growled, quickly reminding me that my own father was just downstairs.

I didn’t give a fuck. I was turned and scared by the firm hand he was using on me. The only thing that was missing was three other guys standing by waiting their turn to use me the same way.

“Get up on the bed.” He barked.

I got on the bed and turned around to where my ass was up and my holey drawers were facing him. He reached between one of the holes and ripped them open. Listening to them tear made me feel for my hole reading so many stories about how some man ripped them in two.

Please! I pleaded in my head.

As if he heard my prayer, he flipped me on my back and with lube I kept near my bed he slid his phat cock into my tight hole. He wasn’t rough like the dude that pulled a train but he wasn’t gentle like the handsome daddy on TV either. It felt like my asshole was being stuffed by a log. It hurt so bad I couldn’t stop shaking my head from the pain, but I didn’t tell him to stop either. This was what I wanted, right? This is why I poked my phat booty out for him to take, right?

“Good ain’t it?” He asked.

Tears blinded me and my blubbered lodged in my throat to say otherwise he looked down at me for the first since he began and stated, “You ain’t never been fucked before, haven’t you?”

I shook my head. My virginity long gone.

He yanked out and immediately I felt a void in my hole I wasn’t sure I was ever going to recover from. He dropped to his knees and put his mouth where his cock had been. It took awhile for me to get used to this new sensation, his wet tongue dancing in and around my hole. When he spread my cheeks and the air brushed through where he’d licked, I started to get into it. The more he did this the more I succumb. I gripped the sheets wanting him back in me, begging to be fucked.

He told me to push out this time when he did, and I did every time he entered with his cock. It still hurt like hell, but the pain wasn’t excruciating like bursting veins in my head like it did before. It was a hurt that made me feel good about taking care of a man like this, like I was his need and he was my want. Somehow this role reversed when he found my spot and my hole slurped and swallowed his cock to the beating drums of his heavy balls against me.

He fucked me like he wanted to, like he wanted to in the very beginning. He moved me to positions that pleased him, telling me to grip his dick with my hole when he fucked my walls loose. When he grunted that last time, it sounded different than before. His cock swelled. He said he was coming. I felt the eruption spray my insides with my canal desperate to milk it for all that it was worth. I felt something I never felt before. I felt full and satisfied needing to feel his lips across mine, across my body as he dripped droplets of sweat onto me with the last dollop of his load trickled inside me. 

He rolled over off me, and I drifted off to sleep in pure exhaustion.

I woke up on my stomach with him on top of me. Just as DeMario unloaded in me again, and playfully slid his cock in and out of my sloppy well used hole, my dad came upstairs and cold busted us with his friend’s cum saturating my ball sac. My dad was pissed. He didn’t chase us out the house like a madman, but he yelled and yelled at us as DeMario made sure I got clothed and calmly got us both out the house.

It would be a couple of years before I ever made it back that way again. DeMario and I played house over at his place in the meantime as he trained my hole to be his most willing submissive. Once he mastered that, I became his fuck toy for use and enjoyed every minute of it! It was something about his powerful manliness that made me wanted to be under him always and forever. I had no complaints, but after awhile I think I got to be more of a chore for him to be responsible for than just something he could have fun with whenever he got horny.

I moved back in with my dad when it became clear that I had nowhere else to go. Although I don’t regret my time with DeMario, I do regret that my phat hungry ass fucked up their friendship. But ever so often, when I’m up in my room jerking off with my legs wide open, I think of that night and the way my hole twitched around his cock that very first time!