Sweet Black Cock

Nino and Drew left me where they found me as I made my way up the walk towards home. A quiet end to a jam-packed night, I reflected in quiet contemplation as I wasn’t sure if I was tired enough to simply crawl into bed and greet the sandman or if I had just enough energy to cork my ruined slot with something in my collection and rub one out drifting to another time another place another clip that slapped a smile on my face absent of this ordeal. My hole, I writhed. Step by step. Two houses down from the mailbox I was on I was once again awash with this tourbillion of lust locking my legs even tighter than before. I wanted so bad to fuck. I wanted to get fucked over and over again…feeling the ghosts of the last cock swell violently in my channel to dump its phantom load heavy in my rear. I needed a seat, needing this unappeasable fuss to pass over. Fortunately, there was this thigh-high retainer wall running along the sidewalk, holding back the front yard. So, I sat down on top of the wall looking for an anthill or some other small things that busied itself throughout the night. There was a slight breeze. Things moved. There was nothing else to think about looking at the tree branches sway in the dark wind across the street. I could’ve sworn I heard something behind me. It sounded as if it was getting into position, no less. I could’ve been the wind. Because, if there had been something else, it would’ve shown itself before then, right? I tried to ignore it. Then I heard a subtle snarl followed by feet shuffling into a tactical stance before it, whatever it was, started to charge. I turned just in time to see the barring teeth of a pit bull coming at me, growling and barking heavily. It scared me so that rather than being able to get onto my feet and flee, I toppled over onto the sidewalk instinctively covering my head waiting for the vicious dog to descend upon me.

I waited with bated breath for the wild animal to descend on me, ripping me to shreds limb by limb. Only after a spell, and a spin on my sore hungered rear, did it become clear that a sturdy wire fence was protecting this man from that beast. As I tried not to pee in my pants, I waited for the laughter to roar from the two men, still in earshot, four houses down. Obviously, they had to have heard the loud thump I made barreling towards the ground. I guess not, as I saw this thick patch of overgrowth between two properties that easily could’ve blocked them from seeing me in my current state.

I got to my feet and moved to the edge of the property homeward, thinking there was more safety there. I got to the end of the property and into the middle of that next door neighbor’s yard when I pondered if I should backtrack and rest on the staircase I left behind. Clear my head and regain some balance, as this lustful imbalance started to crest the surface for a fourth time. At least there, I knew two guys sitting on the porch, I reasoned. Perhaps, if they had enough pity on me and my torment they might not think of it as a terrible chore to drop me off at home, even in the back of some pickup truck with them imagining the jizz I still reeked of back there.

I got to the other end of the property towards Nino and Drew when I decided homebound was best and there were plenty of other places to sit and rest and gather my thoughts along the way.

I spent the next few minutes hobbling from one end of the vicious dog’s terrain to the next listening to the filthy beast yap in my ear as I continued to make up my mind. The deafening barks soon became background noise and made its way up to the foreground again when I accepted that if I’d concentrated my efforts I could’ve been home by now. Then it became crystal clear that home meant the end, the end of my night. I wasn’t ready for that though getting fucked again seemed nearly impossible unless I hobbled back to the train station. Nino and Drew were out of the question. Neither seemed remotely interested in using a true cumdump for their pleasure for tonight. But to have a few moments to spend with someone or two, even in my state, seemed better than the inevitable of being locked up in my room trying to mimic getting fucked.

Maybe it won’t kill them. Maybe I can score a lift home off them. Nino did say he recognized me from around the way. 

“I see you’re back!” Drew called out as I approached the mailbox where they initially found me.

“Yeah!” I agreed.

“I thought your ass would’ve been home by now seeing to your wound given the amount of attention you was just giving it.”

“I thought I would, too.” I tottered, eventually making my way over to their staircase where I swung my rear into it. “But it seemed like a forever walk without some rest, and I was afraid another dog might come at me that wasn’t chained or fenced in.”

“Bitch got to you, too?”

I cocked my head around. “Bitch? They named the dog bitch?”

“Well, ain’t she?” Drew chuckled getting up out of his rocking chair up on the dark porch.

I turned my head back around thinking he was going to come on down the walkway to join me when I heard the hinges of an iron door swing open.

He stepped inside and came back out, trouncing down the steps with an extra beer in hand heading my way.

“I figured with your night it’s the closest thing to resemble a dick. If you fit it in your buttcheeks and squeeze extra tight, you might end up with some little glass barley babies dousing your rear.”

I chuckled at his terrible joke as he sat down three steps high, and answered him with, “I think I got enough of those little babies up in me for one night.”

“Do you now?” He murmured looking dead at me.

Another? A fourth? I suppressed an eager smile with my body both calming down and heating up at the prospect. I guess the night’s not over with yet!

“I’m afraid to answer your question given you know my deal, but I don’t know shit about yours or your friend’s.” I said.

“I can’t vouch for my boy. We’ve never explored this territory together, but as for me, I’m a freak.”

“You get down?” I said, remembering hearing the phrase one time as one young black guy ask another as the thug-themed porn commenced.

“I get down enough to know that sweet white boys like you go apes over the black banana.”

“Some white boys.” I played coy.

“You’re some kind of an exception to the rule?”

“Only if what you got is exceptional,” I teased.

He cocked his head back towards the porch and slyly grabbed his dick and whispered. “What do you think?”

I sighed heavily. Breath taken at those words. Thanking my lucky fortune for finding the will to limp back here when I did. What good was a dildo compared to a real dick raring to go?

Drew continued. “Here’s the deal, though. I don’t think we can hook this up tonight.”

Nooo! What the fuck?

“Whatcha mean?” I asked him in our low tone feeling my gape sob at the loss.

“Like I said, I don’t know if Nino’s cool with it or not.”

Fuck Nino! Fuck Nino?

“Offer to take me home then. Tell ‘em I’m too tired to make it on back on my own.”

“If I do that, we both know that I’ll be down your way for the next hour or so and he’s going to know something’s not right.”

“And?” I took a swig of my beer. “Even so, even if you played it straight, it’d take about an hour to get me home and squared away anyhow. Say I offered you a drink or something to eat or something.”

“And listen to him go on for the next week about what I might’ve done with the fag down the street?”

“So? You’ll be getting some sweet ass to carry you over. If not more, if your cock is worth going bananas over.”

He paused at the possibility.

“It could make for a sticky situation for me and my boy later on. Because once I lay the pipe down, either you’re going to be up here all the time or I’m going to be down there all the time.”

My hole reinvigorated itself.

“You’re dawgs, right? What does it matter to him what you do with your dick unless he’s got dibs on it?”

Drew cocked his head over at me in utter disgust. “That’s like my brother, man.”

“Sorry.” I apologized, feeling as if I crossed over the line. “You’re roommates, right? You’re paying your end of the rent, right? What’s the problem?”

“Huh?”

“Tell ‘em you got something in your bedroom, show me around, and smash me like you would your one-night stand except I know how to muffle my screams into a pillow.”

“You’re wild. I like how you think, but you’re wild.”

“That’ll just be more trouble than its worth because at least then he might hear us in my room. More than that, he might question why I need to invite a stranger walking down the street into my room all of a sudden.”

“At least I tried.”

“Your kind usually does. The black dick is like a drug to you people.” He winked jokingly.

I laughed. He was right.

So much so I popped up off the step I was sitting on, turned on my heel, and marched up to the porch.

Drew asked. “What’re you doing? Where’re you going, man?”

“You’ll see.” I winked back.

I hopped up the stairs and stood in front of Nino, rocking quietly in the rocking chair, looking baffled at me as to why I was in his face disturbing his quiet drinking his drink in a glass when I laid out my scheme.

“I just wanted to say thanks.” I said.

“For what?”

“Earlier,” I started off smoothly. “You came off this porch to check up on me down there. Not sure why, but you did. When I told you what happened, that I just got fucked, your eyes widened at the news.”

“So?”

“What I don’t know is if it was because you were thrown by my shamelessness or if you were thinking how good it would be to get some ass right about now? You ain’t got to say anything. I get it. I know how to keep things quiet. You don’t want your homeboy in your business like that or that curiosity has crossed your mind. There hasn’t been a man yet that I’ve come across that isn’t in need of a good cumguzzler. No apologies, man. I’ve known my role in this world for quiet awhile. But as I sat down there listening to your friend go on and on I was thinking what a magnificent specimen you are and what it would be like to wrap my lips around your full sweet dick.”

I waited for his eyes to give in, give some kind of reading, staring off into oblivion with his digits wrapped around his whiskey glass thick with condensation.

I added. “I know trying to make things happen on that line would be foolish tonight, with your homeboy and all. I was thinking maybe some time when I’m peeling away from the train station, and you’re home alone, you wouldn’t mind inviting me inside to service you from time to time, if you want me to. Heck, it’ll be even hotter on a night like this. You’re out here on the porch with your junk hanging out and I blow you like the cocksucker I am while you look out at the still of the neighborhood from this gorgeous view.”

His eyes still didn’t say anything. But it was the way his hand moved his cold glass from the arm of the rocking chair over to the nearby stand to it to purposefully adjust the bulge in his crotch that let me know he clung onto my every word.

I was apprehensive about my next move after successfully getting a notable rise out of him. Two cocks were in play. Neither was going to make a move in front of the other without the other daring to do so first. What to do?

“I take it by that shift of yours you’re intrigued by my proposal, huh?”

He beamed. Like I’d seen several other times that night he licked his lips.

“Tell you what,” I said, feeling my heart beating in my head. “What if I said I can give you a little taste of what I can do right now without your friend ever finding out?”

Nino, absent of the smile, didn’t open his mouth.

“You don’t believe me, huh? Watch this?”

I stepped back and presented myself on top of the stairs, and shouted down at Drew, with Nino looking frightened. “Drew! Yo Drew! Nino said I could use the bathroom if it was alright with you? Is it alright with you, man?”

“Yeah, man,” he riposte without ever turning his head around, nursing his drink. Obviously pouting over the hard-on he couldn’t take care of because of his friend.

I came back to Nino and the door, whispering along the way, “Now when I open the door get your cock over your waistband and let me take it from there.”

Nervously, Nino obliged getting ready as I reached for the door, looking back over the banister to see if his friend sitting on the steps was looking back, paying any mind, before I let the door fall close. By the time the hinges and the door rested I was only knees in front of the rocking chair licking the underside of his pinned cock tip.

“What if he sees you?” Nino heaved in hindsight.

“There isn’t enough light.” I jabbered, hoping that with me being on my knees below the banister was enough of an argument for him. “Close you eyes.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” I said, licking the salty juices budding from his cock. “If you keep your eyes open you’re not going to enjoy it nearly as much.”

He hesitated. Drew was right down there.

“I’ll keep quiet as long as you keep quiet. Plus, with your eyes in the back of your head, it’ll give you a couple of minutes to think.”

“About what?”

“If this tease will be enough to tie you over ‘til the next time I saunter down the sidewalk or if it gives you enough time to wrestle up a plan for me to suck you off completely tonight!”

With his licorice cock pinned back to his belly and the both of us trying our best not to make any noise, not to rock the rocking chair beneath him, it wasn’t a great showcase of my skills. Yes, my jaw was still a little sore from two cocks and the pair of boots, but my energy was renewed with this lust inside of me as I hoped and prayed that my enthusiasm evoked the kind of seriousness I had for sucking his cock if only I had the freedom to take care of it like I wanted.

I must’ve lost track of my two minutes licking his ever-leaking faucet clean, fantasizing how long I could get away with taking care of both of my neighbors without one finding out about the other when, just over my shoulder, down at the foot of the porch stairs, Drew cried out. “You got his dick in your mouth, man?”

Nino tried to do up his pants, but with his tip still in my mouth I bared my teeth on the tip of his cock to encourage him to stand down. The jig was up. We were caught.

“Yeah,” I said, easing off the cock in my mouth. “I guess your roommate likes to get down, too.”

“Too?” Nino inquired.

I chuckled, getting to my feet. “I guess the jig is up. I told Drew here that I wanted him to fuck me and offered to invite him back to my place. He said if he snuck off with me down the street you might get suspicious. And since he didn’t know if you messed around with guys too, it might cause a rift between the two of you later. What I didn’t tell him was that I was interested in you fucking me, too.”

“Really?” Drew reacted.

“I mean, it isn’t everyday I get greeted by two handsome strangers in the dark.”

“And it ain’t everyday we find a boy in heat playing with his butthole either.”

I turned to Nino. “I was pretty sure that you wanted to fuck me after your eyes lit up at the news of me just recovering from a fuck, so I roped you in with this little rouse hoping I could have my cake and eat it, too.”

“Chocolate cake, you mean.” Drew joked.

“That too,” I grinned. What? He wasn’t lying.

“Your ass has been plotting since jump for the two of us to tag team your sweet ass, huh?” Drew put bluntly.

“No.” I came clean, still intimated by such a luscious thought. Tag teamed? I barely survived the one-man show back there! “I really didn’t see either of you when I came up. And even after we met I wasn’t picking up on the vibe that either of you were interested even though no whore’s legs come closer to close than mine. After seeing the possibilities though, I started jotting down which days I saw you and which days I saw him on my mental calendar. Being neighbors and all its written somewhere that we should look out for each other.”

“What’s blowing a wad between neighbors?” Drew joked with his heat pouring off his body.

There was something a little more salaciously engaging about this expression this time than the previous one of where they found me and I disclosed my sexual orientation. Where was this earlier?

“But you still want to get done up by the two of us?” Drew asked.

“It could only hurt in a good way. Can’t it?” I agreed daringly, toying with the exposed tip of the coffee-colored cock still sitting like a king in his throne.

“I’m game.” Drew said without hesitance and a hard-on tenting his workout pants.

“Nah,” Nino retorted to our surprise.

“Huh? Why?”

“I don’t want to see his dick.”

Drew rejoinder. “I don’t want to see your dick, either, motherfucker.”

Though I didn’t want a threesome per se, I couldn’t help but feel my wonderful dream slipping through my finger. So, I injected, to my favor, “Who said either of you had to see the other’s dick?”

“Huh?” Nino asked.

Drew adjoined. “What’re you talking about?”

“I was thinking if I was going to fuck both of you behind the other’s back like some easy trick anyway, we could still stagger how I got fucked so that way I can be called a whore rather than a slut.”

Drew angled his head towards his friend. “Did you get that?”

Nino shook his head.

“What I’m saying is, fellas, is that I’ve seen enough threesome porn to know shit can get competitive rather than having some good old fashion fun. So, I’m still down with having some one-on-one time with the both of you.

Drew cocked his eyebrows.

“Who goes first?” Nino asked.

“The first person who brought up the question,” I said smoothly to Drew’s dismay.

“Man. That’s rigged.” Drew pouted, and then caught my face for my reasoning.

If Nino had a problem with seeing his friend’s cock even thought it also meant his would be taken care of in kind at the same time, I knew there might be a slight hiccup in him wanting sloppy seconds. Even though at this point…

“I’ll take you first. You seem a lot more serious about your fucking whereas your friend seems like a comedian.” I gently softened the blow for Nino the conservative and Drew the freak.