Sweet Black Cock

“Swallow!”

Drew scurried from between my legs and crawled further up on the bed to lodge his cock down my throat. He’d just finished stretching me out for a third time that morning before daybreak and he obviously wanted a change of pace from blowing some more ball snot up my butt. The first time was a great novelty, of course. Though he’d been beaten to the punch by two other cocks, I still had a grip to my hole that he could thoroughly feel. The second time it didn’t even bother to hug him—not even for a little while. He churned digging out dumped loads prior and when he finally did unload it was nothing more than adding another pile to the overwhelmed heap, gushing out of me like there was nothing more to be added to the communal dumpsite.

He was in my mouth now, sliding down the gullet milking his last dollop of cream. After taking three of his loads, I wasn’t expecting a spectacular deal. I was taken aback a little that the flavors of the night started to bubble across the old buds along with this new garlicky sauce of his. From Cecil to Teddy to Romy’s dirty boots all came flooding back in psychedelic waves as I soon realized Nino’s taste was missing from the collection depository. Either that or I quickly forgot his distinct bite.

“Slow down, white boy,” Drew pushed back my suckling mouth off of his cum-creamed cock.

“Sorry.” I offered after another thirsty-clean lick staring off once again into those mesmerizing eyes.

He pushed my face away letting me know that the sensation of my mouth on him was overpowering. “You’re an insatiable cunt, aren’t you?”

Four men seven loads. “I guess I am.” I accepted my epiphany.

I kissed the cock that blessed me three times that night for good measure letting my head fall back into the pillow. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself next, being that my night had clearly came to an end with him not having anything left inside the barrel and his roommate snoring loudly down the hall.

I tried my best to roll off the bed, slip into my clothes home. But I was so stiff I could barely move.

“Mind if I crash for awhile?” I asked in sore defeat.

“Shit, after the way you took care of me, I insist.” He said with fantasies of some afternoon delight twinkling in his eyes. Perhaps, late morning or whenever we got some sleep and woke up again.

“Okay.” I simpered in bliss, yawning, ready to go to sleep. “Now it’s just a matter of me getting out of this bed and into the bathroom to clean myself up…and hoping that you guys aren’t too much of a bachelor not to have some spare sheets for this bed.”

It wasn’t greatly uncommon for most bachelors to have one of everything from the bed sheets to the comforter set on the premise they could only use one at a time and as long as they were able to get to a washing machine every once in a while, they were fine. Even I fell into this category some years back, content with my one-of-everything minimalism some before some of my friends shamed me into a seasonal change of variety.

“Sure,” he said.

He soon honored me with the pleasure of running me a bath and scooping me out of the soiled bed to take me to it. If I never felt like a soft gay man before, I did then. Being swept off my feet by my black muscled prince and carried off like I was a prize from war (though he’d already thoroughly pillaged his spoils). Once emerged into the steaming water, I let the vapors massage my nose hairs and sweat my forehead before splashing my face with the water and running it through my matted hair. Eventually, I grabbed a nearby washcloth and gently rubbed it across my body. I didn’t really want to bathe so much as I wanted to get clean, be free from the fear of leaking anymore cum onto the bed as there was only so much the sheets could absorb between me and the mattress before leaving its permanent mark. Why I cared so much I didn’t know. I did. I had no desire to wash away any of that night or any of those men—none whatsoever.

I tilted my head back and chuckled at my journey that night. All those years of fantasizing about black cock and in one night—with the sole purpose of hooking up with one guy—managed to end up with five men in one night and the recipient of nine loads in two holes. All that was missing was either taking two guys at once or being the center of attention in a gangbang.

Next time, I brushed off my lustful indulgence. If Drew enjoyed himself half as much as he let on and Nino was interested in getting in some more practice to refine his skills then we were well on our way to having that glorious threesome one day soon. It didn’t hurt either that with them living right down the street and most days out of the week I had to pass by their house with the itching possibility in mind that someday might be the day.

Yeah, this was going to be a sweet arrangement.

I must’ve drifted off with my neck against the rim of the tub because I came back to with the water cooled and my short black muscled man sitting on top of the toilet lid looking back at me skinning and grinning.

I’m the insatiable motherfucker? I got nothing on you, bub!

“I swear if you don’t stop making a boy like me feel special, I’m going to customize a cockring and ask for you meat and potatoes for daily serving all the days of our lives.”

He smirked back, grabbing his dick handsomely inflated but surely well drained. “I can’t lie. You’ve definitely made a friend with my dick tonight, man. I don’t think it can ever get enough.”

I was afraid to say anything to that. I was much too old to fool myself into believing this could be something more than it was. What was I going to do? Forget that he busted three nuts with a perfect stranger on the verge of a fourth and be daring enough to make this a regular thing, an exclusive thing, after his friend and all he knows whoever else had porked the same hole he loved so much?

“What can I say? I got a talent. And you call me greedy?”

“Yeah,” Drew sighed, “which is kind of why I wish I hadn’t done what I’d done.”

“What did you do?”

“You remember how you said you didn’t mind going back and forth between me and my boy?”

“Yeah, something similar,” I corrected.

“Well, I saw the disappointment in your eyes when my boy Nino wouldn’t entertain the thought. So, I got this idea, right, that if I called up one of my boys that he might be cool with helping me tag team you.”

“Really now?”

“Yeah, but he was out at the club tonight with another one of his homeboys trying to make a score. I figured a threesome might lend itself to a foursome with the three of us being tops to your bottom.”

“Running a train on me, you mean?”

“Yeah. But I got so caught up in running up in that ass and popping off like bottles that, um, I’m good until about tomorrow night.”

“Oh. What about these other guys then?”

“Like I said, they were on the prowl for a score, but after I stepped out of the room that first time I got a call back from them wondering if the offer was still good.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I told them, shit yeah! After I busted that first time I thought you were just a hungry white boy out for some dick. I mean, you’d just walk passed the crib telling us that you’d been fucked and you were gamed to get fucked again. I honestly thought you were just an open bar, especially after so readily agreeing to get smashed by me and my boy.”

“And now?”

“I think we should just keep this thing between the three of us, figure out how this is all going to work with us being neighbors and all.”

“So, what I’m hearing is there on their way?”

Drew cocked his head towards the bathroom door.

“They’re here?” I asked out of courtesy, knowing the answer.

“Look,” he pleaded. “You ain’t got to do shit. I’ll tell them that you couldn’t stick around and bounced.”

I thought for a moment. “Man, you’ve put everybody in a fucking bind.”

“I know.”

I reiterated. “You got two horny guys on the other side of that door looking to get into some action, a squeaky-clean slut, and an empty gun unable to participate in the festivities.”

“Huh? What’re you saying?” His tone solemn.

“If I was a much younger man, I’d hold out hope that something wonderful could be built on our chemistry. But, as you said best, I was just some cock-hungry slut waltzing down the street looking for some dick, so why not keep the night going, huh?” I stood erect all my bare glory.

His disappointment turned into my anger, twitching violently in his face.

“Look, don’t get mad at me because you were right. You’re the one that invited them over to share your new plaything, not me. If anything, I should be the one upset since you should’ve considered it a blessing that I was willing to give myself to you and your friend. Now am I right or am I right?”

“You’re right.” Drew answered like a little kid.

I stepped out of the tub and he stood from his place on top of the toilet.

“Besides,” I kissed him on the lips. “If you get half as turned on fucking me after your friend fucked me, I can only imagine what you might do after two of your other friends do the same thing.”

“Is that an invitation to watch? You know I’m a freak. You just can’t say those things without me inquiring.”

“No,” I said sternly. “You might decide you want to join in and your balls are already going to be terribly sore in a few hours.”

“What about you?”

“Even with all this fucking tonight, I’ve only come once and due to do so again with your friends.”

“You sure you want to do this?” Drew said sweetly in my face.

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.” I said with renewed vigor. “I’m ready to put a nightcap to this already sweet night.”

“What we just did wasn’t a good enough nightcap?”

“It was. But you’re the one who wanted to make it stronger.”

I moved towards the door. He grabbed me by the arm bringing me back into a kiss. “Okay,” he said letting me go, but I wasn’t yet ready to move.

Looking at him a second longer, really taking in his face, I immediately thought about Nino. If Nino was twenty-two, Drew had to have been twenty-seven or somewhere close around it.

Some really young boys, I snickered in my head.

My hand reached for the doorknob when he asked if I was going to bother to put on some clothes. My response was “Why? If I’m going to be back naked again in a minute?”

I lead the way out of the bathroom and down the hall where two more handsome black faces sat on the couch staring off at the television.

“Whoa!” The guy with the big well-shaped afro and shaded eyes widened at my boldness in the buff cheerily pleased.

His sizeable friend a cushion down from him let his mouth drop open, leaving me unsure if he was pleasantly surprised or disgustingly astonished.

“I heard you guys like to party.” I announced, seeing no need in being shy now.

“Yeah,” the sizeable friend said in a sexy heavy tone, eradicating any negativity circling in my head, eager to get off the couch and shake my hand.

“What’d I tell you?” Drew said coming around from behind me.

“Yeah, I see. I see.” The guy with the afro, moustache, and goatee hopped up to shake my hand also as we shared this magical spark.

“Archie, this is my boy Lamar and this is his boy Chase.” Drew introduced us.

Both men were quite tall, six-four and six-five respectively, with Lamar being the bigger, shorter man somewhere around thirty and a cinnamon brown hue. Chase, the taller, the leaner was easily four or five years younger than me and mahogany in color.

If Chase wasn’t in the room, I would’ve automatically been drawn to Lamar as he sort of reminded me of the first real-life black guy I ever came across that truly got me wet. Long before I knew the likes of a Bobby Blake existed, I’d just started working at the gym when this hulking black man made his presence known. He was already a big guy, but being a big guy in a small basement gym only made his presence omnipotent. He wasn’t ripped like a bodybuilding model, but he was well packed like a man that naturally had what others had to work for. Strength, muscles. Tossing impossible weights around like defective rag dolls. Every time he’d come through the door, I found my legs spread a little wider wondering if I could honestly fit such a big beautiful black man between my whorish thighs. The nights I jacked off, imagining he was right there inside me, scratching an itch that no dildo in my then-budding arsenal could ever seem to reach. He always had his choice of pretty white boys and girls. He later married one and made two more his mistresses and boy.

I held no ill will. I was glad I was about to have a man like him. Even if it wasn’t him, perhaps he was a lot better. But it was Chase I was truly enamored with. Everything about him from his face to his hair to the way his dark blue club shirt draped over his broad shoulders I was sure was hiding some fine arms and possibly a strong six-pack.

This is just a fuck, alright. No happily ever afters here.

“You guys ready?”

“Yeah!” Lamar and Chase agreed.

I spun on my heels just in time for some renewed energy to pump into my cock followed by a hard slap on my onion that sent my erection into overdrive.

I jumped a little. The slap wasn’t the problem. It was the slap added with the wetness of just getting out of the tub that added the extra sting I wasn’t prepare for.

“How’s your night been?” I asked, making it back to the bedroom.

“Good.” Lamar answered for them.

Chase asked. “How about yours?”

“I couldn’t have imagined it getting any better. Not having to work tomorrow and about to have a threesome with two handsome studs, I’d think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Foursome, you mean?”

“Threesome.” I corrected Chase. “I told our buddy Drew that while it is the fantasy of most white guys like me to be pounded out by a roomful of black guys certain things need to just stay a fantasy while other intimate things needs to be explored by two or more guys.”

It sounded so well put together that I almost bought what I was selling while magnificently covering up for our host.

“One of us has to sit out?” Lamar inquired for clarification.

“Between the two of you? No. Drew might’ve invited you over but knows that a good host makes sure his guests are thoroughly taken care of first!”

I opened the door to the bedroom to find the sheets and the pillowcases changed and the room crisply cooled by an opened window. Because I didn’t want whatever noise to be made in the room to venture out into the world, I shut it, left unsure what to do next. Should I flop on the bed? Should we just get right down to it? What?

I came around to the other side of the bed where both men were as they kicked off their shoes in the middle of the floor next to the heap of clothes I left there earlier. I sat down and encouraged them to do the same with their clothes still on. Yes, I was greatly tired. Yes, I was still extremely horny flanked by these two handsome studs. I also knew if this was going to be my last sexual stop for the night I wanted to cherish the memory of this one crazy night that had driven me down this road, down passages I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams when I was sitting on my knees in a train station hoping for the possibility that a man I’d FaceTime with might show up and wound up with more sweet black cock than one thirty-nine year old white boy could handle!