Lollipop

“C’mon, now, Clay, lick it like a lollipop.”

Even in my head-swimming hunger-pang daze, I knew the gritty baritone voice laughing right above me quite well. For as long as I breathe air I will never forget or forgive that monstrous voice. That voice I once mistook for soothing friendship leading me down this path of ruin, to be plugged by an innumerable amount of dick nobody around the old neighborhood would ever let me live down.

Thinking back on it, it started out so stupidly! I was so afraid of being called a lame by the bootylicious girls from around the way I did everything in my foolish power to become one. My first misstep was joining a gang that specialized in smash-and-grabs of high-end clothing stores. I had a good run before I got caught with some of the tags hanging out. After that I was in and out of juvie for the same thing and the system proved to be one big turnstile for me. When I became of age, I hungered for a mentor. I got hooked on No-Good Rasool. I was young and in love with no real guide into this “other” world. I was quickly coerced out of my pants by this older, smooth-talking player-type from around the way. And just when I got use to the idea of him roaming my guts with his heavy screwdriver, he sent my ass packing into deeper confusion.

Though I got off on what we did, I refused to go out like some punk forced to wear high heels and makeup like some flaming fag in heat. So, one day, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a storefront window with my marijuana-flavored lollipop hanging between my lips and decided I was one fine-looking motherfucker with my slim frame and swaying dick. I quickly found out a lot of other people agreed with that assessment, too. Especially the way they threw the dollars at me while I gyrated in the buff before the crowd. Soon, porn studios came a’knocking. I was being featured in these flicks with four other big dick black dudes jamming the same homely little white girl. The break off was enough to take care of a few bills, but nothing more. And seeing that my face was being branded for all eternity forcing some trailer trash cunt to lick up her ass off my dick, I knew I needed to step up my game.

I guess somebody must’ve caught a ride on my wavelength because not long after I got this call from this go-between representing a bunch of small dick white boys that got off on that shit, watching their women become major cumdumps for some big black meat. I pleasantly surprised when the go-between hooked me up with a few of my old running buddies, particularly Carlos, one of the older boys from my old neighborhood that I found myself jonesing for after I got turned out by Rasool. So, when I caught a glimpse of what he was working with, I was fascinated. Especially the way the white girl screamed as he pummeled eleven uncut inches of his python-thick meat inside her tight little snatch.

Outside of the hired fucking, I came to discover the short, stocky afro-wearing black man I grew up with was a talented artist, making some decent pocket change sketching white girls with cum dripping out of their mouths and cunt left there by their black lovers for their husbands and boyfriends to drool over on this cuckold website. Even if you’re not into pussy it was hard not to get an erection looking at the specific details he gave to every richly-veined banger he drew.

“I thought about drawing some white boys taking it.” Carlos tossed at me one night, sketching a drawing.

“Whites boys? Taking it? Like bitches?” I questioned, not expecting something wild like that to roll off his full lips after the many weeks we spent hanging out in his basement.

When Carlos wasn’t talking about his drawings, he was either talking about the last girl he fucked or when he was off to fuck another one.

“Yeah, Clay,” Carlos said gruffly. “I can’t speak for other dudes, but I just can’t get off on some other dude busting one in my girl. Hell, half the time I’m pissed about sharing my Becky with any of you motherfuckers on set! But I got a theory about those boys that likes to get off on letting another dude screw their girl.”

“What’s that?”

“They secretly wish they had helium heels, too!”

I chuckled. That shit was crazy to me! Even after all I had gone through.

“You know I’m telling it like it is.” Carlos continued, laughing.

“I hear you talking about drawing a dude getting fucked by another dude. Have you ever done that shit? Don’t look at me like that, dawg. You yourself said you get your inspiration from life.”

Carlos shook his head. “Oh hell no! I’m one hundred percent wussy for pussy! The closest I ever came to letting one of those small dick beaters come close to my dick is gagging a motherfucker. That ain’t really gay. I mean, he’s gay for let me use his throat like pussy, but for me it was just another tonsil workout.”

“I heard that!”

A few short days later, a blast from my past came skipping down the stairs while I was hanging out with Carlos in his basement. Rasool. As odd as it may sound, I wasn’t terribly shocked to see him. Just a little thrown he looked less like a Gulf War vet and more like a buffed-out Rastafarian with his dreads pouring down his back.

“I think you remember my cousin.” Carlos spat, and then followed up by pointing over to the stereo equipment in the corner he was there to pick up.

There wasn’t much we could say to each other without giving our history away, given that his crotch was shamelessly bulging out like crazy looking over at me. Even in his effort to play it cool, he did manage to slip me a card with his new beeper number on it.

I knew I was playing with fire when I gave him a ring. I reasoned though it had been forever since the last time I got down. Plus, it eliminated the hunt if he still got down like that. But, unlike the handful of times we hooked up before at his loft, he was bolder than bold showing up at his door in nothing on but a pair of dazzling white briefs with this gigantic dick print straining underneath the elastic band.

“I think the two of you’ve met.” Rasool said handsome and arrogantly.

“Yeah,” I said, reaching out to touch the thing that made my life so complicated.

He pulled me in and closed the door behind me.

Even though his dick had always been a major selling point with me, in the brief second, he made his way over to the bed, I nearly forgot about incredible his body was, especially his broad back.

“Get too it, baby,” Rasool said in a voice unlike his, very authoritatively, with his hands on his hardened V-shaped waist.

I dropped to my knees, pulling his underwear down along the way. I learned a long time ago that with a man like Rasool, I couldn’t just cup his musty dick in my hand. No. I had to palm his big curvaceous ass and guide his big tool in with nothing more than my mouth. Because I took good care of him like this, he didn’t grow mannishly heated by this, going for my head and fucking my face.

“Get at it like a lollipop, son,” he chided in his old street dialect. “Like a lollipop.”

Rasool was speaking in tongues by the time I had him down my throat, his wild pubes prickling my nose with his low-hanging balls slinging again my chin, threatening to bust a nut in my mouth when I was overcome by this strange uncalm feeling that someone was standing right behind me. Because I didn’t hear anything to make me feel like someone was actually behind me, I kept on sucking off Rasool. It was just my imagination, I reasoned at best. Then, Rasool grabbed my head, putting his hands over my ears and started slow-fucking my face like it was just some fuck toy he’d used on the regular.

“Oh damn, son! I forgot you had a mouth made for gulping dick.” Rasool complimented as I felt his word vibrate through my smashed head. “Ah, shit!”

Rasool rode my mouth for a couple of more minutes and then out of nowhere, he just held my face steady before taking a few hard lunges and gasped, “Chug this man down, bitch!”

His dick was already lodged in my throat. This need to ram it further was excessive, as if his hot load needed a direct route to my stomach.

I was screaming and gagging all at once, trying to pull off him. He wasn’t ready to let me go guzzling down a gallon of his manmilk down my tight weak throat.

I felt ruined after that, rushed with the logic Carlos used to describe a faggot, mainly in the way I swallowed Rasool’s load like a baby in need of titty milk. I couldn’t even enjoy the confusing guilt of the moment when I felt a pair of gruff hands sliding my pants off my ass.

“What the fuck?” I heaved after Rasool let go of my head, preventing me from looking over my shoulder.

“You remember my cousin Carlos? I thought you might want to show him a good time, too.”

I was so exhausted from the face-fucking I couldn’t even look back at him more or less move away from the tightened grip he had on my waist.

“Don’t be like that, kid. You know I’ll put it on you right…seeing that we’re boys and shit.” Carlos assured me.

I let out a groan from my sore jaw as I heard something squirt out of a tube and a cold glob hit my exposed crack. I must’ve been open and wet from the blowjob I gave because Carlos fingered me with the lube with absolutely no problem, like I had just finished up a down-home fuck. And when he went in to push in with his eleven-inch monster, I fitted him like a pro, finding the renewed energy to sluggishly throw my ass back on him so he could get the rest of it in.

“I didn’t know you liked it like that, kid.” Carlos heaved movingly, sliding the rest of his manly thickness into my stiff chute.

I gasped in pain. The pressure was head-busting ridiculous with water springing from my eyes.

Rasool responded coldly looking into my eyes. “I told you this here was a straight-up pussy boy. He moaned like a little bitch the first time I put the pipe up in him.”

As if my timing couldn’t have been any worse, I let out one of those uncontainable groans followed by a series of terrifying tremors, much like some of those white girls we double fucked. His dick was thumping my prostate, and I was doing everything in my power from keeping my balls from draining out beneath me. Just the same, he was killing me with all these inching strokes, trying to stretch me out with his fat meat so he could eventually go for rock bottom. Easing in and easing out, pushing and pulling, grunting and groaning because the tightness of my asshole was being quite good to him.

“I told you that was some good ass, man. If you want to get it in, you got to get in control of it, son. You got to break the seal off that pussy like an unopened bottle top.” Rasool coached with Carlos grunting.

After a while, Carlos was fully fucking me and my sore ass was being burned because of it, gutting my insides out.

“If I knew this ass was like this I would’ve came for it a long time ago, man.” Carlos huffed, ramming his brick hard erection into me. “Think about all those nights we could’ve had together! The fun we could’ve had fucking just like this in my spot. I can fuck another black man just as easy as I can one of these white boys.”

We both got lost in the sensation, two straight dudes coming together as one, enjoying each other like this after all this time. Carlos started talking about this too when we first started hanging out, but I was thinking on another plane reflecting on the fun we could’ve had all those years ago, regretting that his cousin was my first and not him.

“You’re gonna take my load, dawg.” Carlos pumped harder, almost fiendishly by then.

“Yeah,” I huffed, getting the wind knocked out of my sail.

“I can’t hear you, dawg. You gonna take my load?”

“Yeah, man…damn!” I whined, so afraid I was so wide open by his hard fucking that it was going to suck in his balls, too!

“You want me to put my babies up in that womb? Impregnate that hungry hole? Huh? Tell me what you want to do, son?”

“I want you to do what you do, C.” I mumbled humbly.

“You want Big C to fuck that bussy good, doncha bitch?”

“Yes,” I cried aloud, letting my pleasure betray my once-formidable manhood.

“You want me to beat up, rip that brown eye wide open, don’t you?”

I couldn’t find the energy to say anything else. I let out moans and groans to let him know I was with him however he wanted to get it.

“I’m gonna cum in that good-ass bussy, bitch. I’m gonna fill you up with these motherfucking babies, dawg. You’re gonna be that good bitch for me from here on out! Right?!?!” Carlos rode me hard like a rabid fiend, putting the screws to my already-sore butt cheeks. Next thing I knew, he was deeper inside me than ever before. Offering no apologies, he pushed back against my waist and pulled harder back in, and shouted, “Take it like a bitch, punk! Take my cum up in your pussy, bitch! Yeah, bitch!! Uhhhnnnnggggh!!!”

To say Carlos shot his load up my ass would be an understatement. Dude exploded in my ass and flooded it with hot cum. And with my insides feeling full because of it, it forced me to bust my own nut right there on the floor, hands free. And if that wasn’t enough, when he went to yank his dick out of my ass the cum started gushing out of me like a broken egg all over my balls, forcing me to shoot another load as if the first one didn’t count. Once again, hands free.

They didn’t bitch me out too bad after that. They just made a few badly timed jokes at my expense. Odd enough, after that, they kept it very cordial the handful of times we made a go of the sex thing later on.

The three of us were hanging out in Carlos’ basement one night when I noticed the two cousins were shooting glances at each other and then over at me relaxing on the couch. I wasn’t above taking care of them, but it was like I became the star ho in our little arrangement.

“I love my piece, too,” I said reaching for my dick, reminding the two of them I still had a nice big one.

I made my plea that we call up our boy and see if he could get us a line on some nasty freak that was willing to do the three of us. To my surprise, our boy didn’t just get a bite, he cast a net and caught plenty of fish that wanted to party with a bunch of roughnecks from around the way.

A few hours later we converted the basement into a dimly lit party room full of blacks and blonds. Many of the guys were from around our old neighborhood and most of the girls were the suburban desperate housewives types that were in search of a little fun. Obviously coming from a middle-class neighborhood most of the men there weren’t roughnecks in the stereotypical Hollywood sense, it was a nice mixture of men: some educated white-collar jobs and others with blue-collared ones. I don’t think neither really mattered to some of the girls. They were just on the hunt for some seasoned black sausage.

After people started pairing off, some going elsewhere while others got to it then and there and bounced, the three of us found ourselves sitting on the sofa smoking some bud and getting sucked off by three white girls. I was feeling especially proud since the girl sucking on my dick looked like one of those generic big-breasted porn stars.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt something crawl up my asshole as she was giving me a blowjob, only to discover it was her finger. I didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention to myself, and the way she hooked my prostate just so, the only thing that came out of my mouth was “You’re going to make me cum real quick if you keep on doing me like that.”

She kept on. No problem. But then she went from tonguing my balls to tonguing the spot where my ass crack started to form. I tried stopping her, but she kept on anyway. The purpose haze started to get the best of me. I felt a pair of hands grab each of my legs holding them up some kind of way. I must’ve dozed off for a second because I came to I still felt that tongue in my ass and some hands grabbing my legs. This time though I had some sleeping dick lazily slapping me in the face.

“Put it in your mouth,” the voice boomed overhead. “Suck it like a lollipop.”

And while my head wasn’t there because of the weed and my senses telling me to get out of there, I stupidly fished for the elusive head with my lips. The room erupted in a roar with the faceless man in front of me telling the room that a man that liked his ass played with wasn’t too far removed from sucking a dick.

“Go ahead. Suck my dick, man.” The strange man continued.

I was torn between wanting to and not wanting to. At the last minute, I decided to go for it forgetting that others were in the room that quickly reminded me once again of there presence by the snickering.

I put about four or five more dicks in my mouth after that, getting them nice and wet and nothing more given the weed fucked up my coordination and I wasn’t focused enough to stay on point to blow them all off.

“What that ass do?” I heard a familiar voice ask me from behind the man I had my lips wrapped around.

“That ass is nice, man…just like a slice of trim.” Carlos confirmed.

“Like that?”

“Like that…with a super-duper vice grip.” Carlos chuckled.

“We’ll see about that.” Decker, another familiar voice and one of the heads of my old robbing crew said, lifting my legs up and jamming a finger up in there.

I wanted to tell Decker to stop, but in no time flat, with a slimy dick, he just shoved his way into my chute. There was nothing I could do about the assault, given that the man standing in front of me stopped me from pushing him away. But even Decker had to get him off me to get a better look.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck your lame ass for a long time. Back when you were in high school carrying yourself up to Rally’s during your lunch time.” Decker, eight years my senior, growled in my ear.

Decker smelled of blunts, but he surprised me when his tongue began to pass through my lips and started exploring my mouth, palming my waist down to my ass, giving me the soulful fuck I needed to get into.

It turned out to be a good thing since there was so many others that wanted a crack at my ass, starting with other guys my age from my neighborhood and robbing crew to older married guys I looked at from afar growing up, leaving me loose with grease and cum.

I was in and out of my high, craving the munchies badly remembering every face of every man I needed to be ashamed to hang my head high around from here on out. So I tried hard to make the most out of every dick when I was conscious.

I don’t know which came first, being dragged to another room before the random fucking or after. At any rate, I was laid out on some bed taking a few dudes before I found my way onto the floor and on my knees.

I don’t remember anybody else being in that room except Carlos. He was standing there right in front of me with his dick hanging out, looking for a blowjob. I tried to refuse. It wasn’t that I was trying to act like I hadn’t done it before as I was simply exhausted with my hole being used so well.

He didn’t care.

He just plugged my mouth. I licked it like a lollipop like a good little boy, trying to imagine it was one of those weed-tasting ones like they sold at the gas station. I was sucking and he was fucking my face, making sure I had the focus I didn’t have before. Out of nowhere, this warm stuff started engulfing my mouth. It took me a second to figure out it was piss, and I started spitting that shit out. He wasn’t having any of that, gagging me with his dick.

“I know you’re not trying to back off of this shit, Clay.” Carlos growled, fucking my poor defenseless face. “Unlike nutt, piss is sterile, and as much cum you’d taken tonight, you need all the sterilization you can get!”

He took another shot of piss in my mouth. 

“Drink up, bitch,” Carlos stormed.  “I know you’re thirsty.”

Carlos pumped away, and I don’t know, something got into me. I drank that shit up like it was a shot and I was thirsty for every last drop! Carlos laughed at me. I was sucking him like sucking dick was something new to me and I loved it! As I was gobbling his meat down like it was the last edible thing on earth, I felt him shoot a load in my mouth and let it ease down my throat like the cool of a menthol cough drop. It was horrible but good for me nevertheless.

“I don’t have to tell you to swallow that shit good. Take it down slow, just like a lollipop.”