My Best Friend Marcus

Marcus and I continued our sexual exploits over the next several weeks. In fact, most of the nights he just joined me in my bed, sleeping together after the thorough fucking that he inevitably gave me. We had developed a kind of domestic rhythm, though we never had talked about any “relationship” beyond just being best friends with benefits. Though we both talked about girls we thought were hot, neither of us were bringing any home, nor were we going out trying to find girls. Without talking about it, we had settled into living together as lovers, not just roommates.

As much as I enjoyed our sex, and the companionship of Marcus, the one thing that constantly tugged at my mind was the fear that our co-workers would find out about what we were doing behind closed doors. While I knew based upon our activities that I wasn’t 100% straight, I also knew that I still liked girls and I wasn’t gay. I guess I was realizing that I was bi, because I began to notice other guys as well as girls. Either way, I wasn’t ready to come out to the people I worked with. The fact that Marcus worked there too only added to my concern.

On Friday, three weeks after we had started fucking, Marcus stopped by my office right before lunch. “Hey, dude,” he said as he walked in. “Dwayne invited me to a party he’s having at his place tonight, and he said to invite you too.” Dwayne was another muscular black guy that worked in Marcus’ department. In fact, Marcus had told me that it was Dwayne that got him thinking about having a white boy on the side. I had Dwayne to thank for how often I had Marcus’ big black cock pounding my ass.

“Who all is going to be there?” I asked.

“Dwayne said he invited some folks from work and some of his neighbors,” Marcus answered. “Should be a cool group. Could be a fun way to unwind after work.”

“Sounds good to me,” I answered, a bit nervous about being around Dwayne. I was terrified of him picking up on the new dynamic to mine and Marcus’ relationship. However, I figured with a large crowd of people there, it shouldn’t be a problem. Hopefully there will be some hot girls there, too.

After work, we headed home, relaxed a bit, had dinner, then changed clothes and got ready to head over the Dwayne’s place. Once we arrived, the party was in full swing. Dwayne’s house was small, and people were spilling out of the house into the front and back yards. We walked in, and Dwayne saw us from across the living room. “Yo Marcus!” he yelled. I followed Marcus over to see him grip Dwayne’s uplifted hand, and then watched as they bro hugged. Dwayne then turned toward me and said, “Yo John, glad you came man! You guys help yourself to some drinks. Everything’s in the kitchen.” His words were accompanied by pulling me into a bro hug as well.

I relaxed as we drank and partied. The crowd was a good mix of people I knew and some new folks, so I was quickly drawn into conversations and had a great time. Marcus too was mingling and chatting with different groups of people. At one point I saw him dancing with a girl, and I was chatting with a hot brunette that I had just met. I felt great, like even though we had our sexual benefits on the side, we could both still pick up girls and our friendship was like it had been before. We were two straight roommates who were out partying and trying to get girls.

A couple hours after we arrived, the guests were pairing up and leaving, or just leaving. The brunette and I had made out some, and I was getting ready to invite her back to my place. Then, one of her drunk friends got sick, and she had to take her home, so that ended our possible tryst. I looked around and noticed that the party had died down a good bit. I started looking for Marcus to see if he was ready to head out too. I found him in the back yard, sitting and talking with Dwayne and a white guy that I had never met. In fact, the three of them were the only ones still out in the back yard.

“Johnny boy!” Marcus slurred, somewhat drunk. “Come out and hang with us!”

I walked out and joined them, falling into the empty chair beside Marcus. “This has been a great party!” I told Dwayne, thanking him for inviting us. I used the past tense, insinuating that it was probably time for us to leave.

“Hey, you’re welcome,” he responded back. “But you guys can stay and hang more if you want to. None of us have to work tomorrow.”

“True,” I agreed. “I just didn’t want us to overstay our welcome.”

Dwayne turned toward the other white guy. “Tim,” he said in a somewhat commanding tone, “go get us all another beer.” I watched the white guy get up and head inside obediently. A knowing glance and smirk passed between Marcus and Dwayne as Tim obeyed. I pretended not to notice, realizing that Tim must be the ‘white boy on the side’ for Dwayne. Tim returned a minute later, carrying four beers, which he passed out to us. As he handed me mine, I studied him. He looked like a normal guy, somewhat skinny but not too thin, but not very muscular. He was a redhead, and stood about 5’8. I wouldn’t have pegged him as a gay guy, much less a black man’s boy toy. I laughed to myself as I realized that people wouldn’t think of me as a black man’s boy toy either!

As I was processing this scene, it dawned on me that with the four of us sitting outside, we were in a situation where the two black guys had their white fuck toys with them. I could tell that even more people had left, because the noise from inside had died down. In fact, I couldn’t really hear any sounds of the party anymore, and we were probably the last four people here. The nervousness of being discovered as Marcus’ bottom returned with a vengeance.

The four of us sat drinking, with Marcus and Dwayne carrying the conversation. Finally realizing that all of the other guests had probably left, Dwayne got up to go check on the party. He came back out after a minute and said, “Everybody else is gone. You guys want to come hang out inside?” We all got up and headed in, with Dwayne leading us into the living room. He had shut the front door and turned down the lights and music, so it was a more calm setting than it had been earlier in the evening. Dwayne sat on the couch, and as he took his seat, he looked at Tim and said, “You ready to get busy?”

I watched, surprised as hell, as Tim walked over to where Dwayne was sitting and knelt down in front of him. Dwayne spread his legs as Tim knelt between them. As this was happening, Dwayne looked at me and said, “Marcus told me you know about me having a white boy to take care of my needs, so I figured you won’t mind if he takes care of me now.” And just like that, I watched Tim reach up, pull Dwayne’s shorts down, and swallow his dick.

Alarm bells were ringing in my mind, as I had the thought: “If Marcus told Dwayne that he told me about Tim, then does he also know what we’ve been doing?” I couldn’t believe I was watching this happen, and I couldn’t believe how nonchalant both Dwayne and Tim were about the fact that Tim’s face was buried in Dwayne’s crotch. I watched his red head bob up and down over Dwayne’s lap. Dwayne laid his head back on the couch, and smiling said, “There’s nothing like a warm white mouth on your cock after a long day!” Turning to Marcus, Dwayne then said, “You wanna come sit here and let my boy get a taste of your black cock? I’m willing to share.”

I watched Marcus look nervous as he shook his head no. What Dwayne said next confirmed my fears of being discovered. “Oh, I see. You don’t want to make your white boy jealous. Well, why don’t you come sit here by me, and he can suck you while my boy is sucking me.” Dwayne knew I had submitted to Marcus. I felt betrayed.

“I need to go,” I said as I stood up and headed for the door. Marcus stood up following me. “John, wait!” I opened the door and walked out into the night air, Marcus behind me. He caught up to me in the front yard, and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. “Would you hold up!” he said sternly.

“Why?” I spat out angrily. “So you can make me submit in front of them and tell the world I’m your bitch?”

“It’s not like that!” he replied. “Dwayne asked me if I had found a white boy yet. I told him I had, but I didn’t tell him it was you! I told him I’d met a gay guy from our apartment complex. He must have guessed, but I swear I didn’t tell him!”

I calmed down slightly, at least grateful that my best friend hadn’t betrayed my secret. But it didn’t change the fact that now Dwayne knew that I was Marcus’ white boy. I didn’t know what to do.

Still holding my arm, Marcus said, “Come on, let’s go back in. This will only be worse if you leave the way that you just did. It will confirm to Dwayne that he guessed right. We can go back in and blow this whole thing off as a misunderstanding.” His words made sense in my somewhat inebriated state, and I followed him back in the house. The sight that greeted me was different than when I had walked out. Dwayne had used the time we were outside to strip down naked, and had made Tim strip too. The naked white man was once again kneeling between the legs of the now naked black man. Dwayne was hot. There was no other way to describe him. His muscles had muscles. He stood about 6’5, and he was a towering presence. His biceps bulged as he held Tim’s head on his cock. Seeing him sitting with a white man between his legs, his obscenely large cock buried in the boys throat somehow seemed right. This was a powerful black man, and Tim’s only choice seemed to be to submit.

Seeing this made me remember how I felt when I was submitting to Marcus, and I began to feel the familiar pulses of arousal coursing through my body.

As we walked back in, Dwayne commented to Marcus, “I’m glad to see you guys back. I see you talked some sense into your bitch.”

Marcus responded, “It’s not like that, yo. John is my friend. He’s not my bitch.”

“Oh, well, guess I was wrong,” Dwayne responded, smirking. “At least we got one white bitch here. Get naked, take a seat here, and I’ll share Tim with you.”

Marcus hesitated, then undressed. I guess the promise of a blowjob was too good to pass up. Once naked, he sat down beside Dwayne. Dwayne grabbed Tim’s hair and pulled him up off his cock. “Take care of my friend,” he said as he guided Tim over to Dwayne. Tim swallowed Dwayne’s cock. I watched as my friend and lover was sucked off by another man, the jealousy growing within me.

Dwayne was watching my reaction. He stood up and walked the short distance to where I was seated in a chair, blocking my view of Marcus. He grabbed my chin and turned my face up toward his. “You know,” he said, “you sure do look like a jealous bitch watching Marcus get head. You’ve also spent a lot of time staring at me, licking your lips.” I wasn’t even aware I had licked my lips. “Maybe you want a taste of black meat and you’re just afraid to admit it.” I opened my mouth to deny his claims but he used that opportunity to press his dick into my mouth, and suddenly my mouth was filled with Dwayne’s big black cock.

My recent experience with sucking Marcus’ cock gave me away, because as soon as I felt Dwayne in my mouth, I automatically started sucking. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me further on his dick. I gagged slightly, but then he slipped into my throat and pulled me all the way on him, holding my nose against his pubes. “Damn, bitch!” he said. “You’re too good at taking dick for this to be your first time! Yo, Marcus, if you ain’t using this throat, you’re missing out!”

Dwayne held me on his cock a moment more, then relaxed his grip so I could come off it. He still held my head, and kept his cock in my mouth, forcing me to suck him. At one point, he held me still, and tilted my face up to look at him while holding his cock in my mouth. “Imagine what all those women at work would think if they saw you now!” he started. “They always go around talking about what a hot white stud you are, but really, you just a bitch pretending to be a stud!” I found it hard to argue with him with his cock stuffed in my mouth.

Finally, he pulled me off him. “Let’s get you naked,” he said as he pulled me up from the chair, grabbing my T-shirt and pulling it over my head and off my arms. “Take off your shorts.” It wasn’t a request; it was a command. In the fog of my lust, I unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to the floor. Dwayne grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs, pushing them down until they joined my shorts on the floor. Standing naked in front of this sexy muscular black co-worker, my own hardon was proof that I was totally into what was happening.

Looking at my cock, Dwayne smirked and said, “Thought so.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as he walked back to the couch and sat down. Still holding my hand, he pulled me down onto my knees in front of him and said, “You know your place. Get back on my dick.” I glanced over to Marcus, who was still getting head from Tim. His expression was blank watching me submit to his co-worker and friend.

At this point, there was no reason to deny that I wanted to suck him. I took his cock back in my mouth, bobbing and slurping on his large cock, enjoying the sounds he made as I pleasured him. I was on my knees, beside another white boy on his knees, and we were both servicing these muscular black men. I realized I liked the position I was in.

But Dwayne was not satisfied with merely my mouth. He wanted more. He pulled me out of his lap to a standing position, and then pulled me so that I crawled over him, sitting on his lap. His hands grabbed my ass, separating my cheeks and a finger found my hole. I felt him move around and grab a bottle of lube he had hidden beside the couch. He lubed his finger and it easily slid into me. “This ass has been fucked before,” he said confidently as he watched the pleasure wash over my face. He looked over at Marcus as I rode his finger, saying, “I’m about to fuck yo bitch. This white pussy was made for fuckin’. You ready to admit you been fucking him?”

This time, Marcus didn’t try to deny it. Instead, he proudly boasted, “I’ve been fucking him for 3 weeks straight!”

“I knew it!” exclaimed Dwayne. He slathered the lube on his cock, then pushed my hips down so that the tip touched my hole and began pressing in. Feeling that he was in place, he pushed me down and thrust up simultaneously. His cock breached my hole and slid all the way in, and I slid down his shaft. I was fully impaled on his cock, the wind knocked out of me by the intensity of his invasion.

“This is grade A pussy!” Dwayne said to Marcus, as if I wasn’t even there. “I’m gonna wanna be back in here regularly. Maybe I can swing by your place and we can share the bitch!” Marcus just nodded.

“You know,” Dwayne said, “I’m fuckin’ your white boy. You’re free to fuck mine too if you want. He has a great pussy himself!”

Marcus looked at me, almost as if he wanted my permission. Impaled on his friend’s cock and lost in the pleasure of bouncing on his big black cock, I was in no position to disagree with the arrangement. Marcus lifted Tim up, placing him on his own lap, and in no time was balls deep in the other white boy. Now we were two interracial couplings, with the two white boys riding the cocks of the muscular black men. My mind drifted back to the party, wondering what all of the guests who had been in this room just a little while ago would think of me, submitting myself to my black co-worker while my best friend and lover fucked another white boy next to me.

After about 5 minutes, Dwayne pulled me all the way down on his cock and held me there, taking my hands and putting them around his neck. He turned to Marcus and said, “You enjoy Tim here all you want. I’m going to take this bitch back to my bed and fuck him good! You can use the other bedroom if you want.” And just like that, without asking what I wanted, Dwayne moved forward on the sofa, then stood up with me impaled on his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked, carrying me fully fucked, to his room.

As we walked to the room, he bounced me on his cock. There was no question about who was stronger, or who was in charge, in this situation. I was there for his pleasure. When we got to his room, he shut the door behind us, walked me to the bed, and laid me back. “Now that I know you can take it, I’m about to fuck you hard!” he said, sneering at me. “All those times I’ve seen you walking by at work, thinking how fuckable that ass is, and now I’ve got it all to myself!”

He climbed on the bed, never taking his cock from my ass. He pushed us back so that he was kneeling between my spread legs, his cock rotating my ass up from the bed. He leaned in over me in a push-up position, further spreading my legs, as he began an all-out assault on my ass. I couldn’t stop moaning from the pleasure of feeling his cock rub over my prostate over and over. A glowing warmth was spreading throughout my whole body, radiating from my ass. “Yeah, straight white boy can’t wait to get fucked by my big black cock!” “You were made to take black dick, bitch!” The string of fuck-talk coming out of his mouth as he dominated my hole made the situation so much hotter. Sooner than I could have imagined, I felt myself nearing orgasm without even touching my dick. I shot my load, groaning and screaming from the intensity of his fuck. He kept fucking through it.

“Yeah, bitch! Cream yourself from my fuck.” He liked that he made me cum. He kept fucking, while saying, “Let’s see if we can fuck another load out of you!” That just made me hotter.

Dwayne had me on my back, then moved me on my knees and took me doggie style, had me ride him some more, and finally was laid fully on my back while I was face down. It was in this position that he fucked the second load of cum out of me, using the friction of the sheets below me on my cock to coax out the second load. I had never cum twice in one fucking before, but I had also never been fucked for this length of time before. Apparently, with my second orgasm, Dwayne too was getting close, and the undulations of my ass muscles on his cock sent him over the edge. I could feel his cock expand and shoot in my destroyed ass. “Yeah, bitch, take my babies,” he growled in my ear as he held his cock deep in my ass, spraying my insides with his alpha black man cum.

He lay there on me, and in me, recovering from his orgasm. Honestly, I’m not sure if I could have moved if I wanted to. After cumming twice, and getting royally fucked, I’m not sure I could even walk, let alone stand up. Finally, his softening cock slipped out and he rolled off of me and onto his back beside me. He looked over and my face, then and said, “Johnny boy, I can’t wait to see you at work on Monday! Nobody will know our secret, but I’ll know and you’ll know. I’ve planted my babies deep in you. You’ll probably need to take a pregnancy test next week to see if I’ve knocked you up!” He laughed hysterically at his own joke.

I groaned as I moved to get up from the bed. “I’ve got to get back home,” I said.

“You sure you don’t want to wait around for me to recharge and have another go at that pussy?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can take it tonight,” I said. “Besides, you’ve got Tim if you need more white boy ass.”

All of my clothes had been left back in the living room, so I walked back out there to dress. Marcus was sitting on the couch, fully clothed. Tim was asleep naked laying on the other end of the couch. He had apparently cum while Marcus fucked him, because I could see drying cum on his torso.

We were silent as I dressed. When my clothes were on, he stood up and walked to the door, opening it and holding it for me as I walked through. We drove home in silence as well.

When we got back to the apartment, Marcus started walking silently back to his room. “Marcus!” I said. He turned to look at me, sadness and an emotion I couldn’t place evidenced in his eyes. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

He looked at me for a moment, then responded, “I hated seeing Dwayne bitch you out. I hated seeing, and hearing, you enjoy it. You’re mine, not his.”

Marcus was jealous.

I hurried over to where he was standing and I wrapped my arms around him. “I hated seeing Tim suck you. I hated seeing you fuck him. I wanted to be riding your cock, not him. I’m your white boy, not his!”

Marcus hugged me back, and we moved to sit on the couch and talk. I told him that as amazing as it felt to be fucked by Dwayne, it was nothing like our sex. “We didn’t even kiss!” I said. “It was just a big black cock in a white hole, nothing more.” I told him how unsettled it makes me feel to know that there is a person at work who knows what we’ve been doing.

Marcus reiterated the story that Dwayne had told him about Tim earlier in the party, and Marcus had told him that he found a white boy. Dwayne had rightly assumed it was me, though Marcus had denied it. Dwayne had set out to prove he was right about me, and he had succeeded. Marcus admitted that Tim had a great mouth, and a tight ass, but sex with him was not like it was between the two of us.

When we went to bed, Marcus spooned me from behind, after fucking me, of course. I didn’t know where this relationship was going, but I was glad that Marcus and I had found a way to be the best of friends with benefits. Monday at work still loomed large in my mind, though. Would Dwayne out me to our co-workers? I fell asleep feeling worried, yet safe in Marcus’ arms.

To be continued…