Sweet Black Cock

Nino reached for the remote off the queen-size bed to turn on the television to illuminate the otherwise dark room he’d escorted me into. He seemed rather loss as to what was next as I tossed my baseball cap down on the ground waiting for his instructions, his move. Guys are funny, I thought with the seconds stretching like minutes in this heavy angst. Some guys can act like the biggest assholes with you around other people, but once it’s just the two of you alone many of them become the biggest pussycats in the world, becoming the skilled lover that your mom’s romance novel talks about. All that fluffy language you thought was lame makes perfect sense when you ache for his touch as he presses his sword kindly into you. The boyfriend experience, I read off of one of those men-for-hire sites one horny night when you learn that your favorite porn star might be a real-life fantasy for the right dollar amount. Then there are other bastards, like Officer Parkins, who presents a wholesome front to cover up their devious intent.

Some guys just like to get straight to it. Others like to be more seductive, like help you out of your clothes. Others want you butt naked and ready to go. I wasn’t getting a clear vibe as to which one was he hesitating to take off my secondhand tank top or jeans?

“I bet you don’t get this too often, huh?” I mouthed, reaching for his waistband, looking for him to give me the blessing to go further.

“This?” He asked more nervous than that the confidence than I would’ve liked for him to exude.

“Yeah,” I brushed off. “Someone walking down the street at night needing you so badly it hurts!”

I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock.

“Damn,” I beamed in rejoice.

“What?” He jumped back a little before I caught his cock.

Up to that point, I probably would have been happy with any cock attached to any man, but this one was an exceptional delight. Looking at it full and still sleeping, it hung like a coal black handlebar ready to be fingered.

Many porns have cocks like this. Usually, they’re reserved for women whose job is it to see it soft just to get it hard with their mouths or cunts and for it to soften again after a heavy creampie.

“This treat, man. This treat.” I kissed his cock. “You’re probably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Nino. And I would be damned if you didn’t have a beautiful cock to go with it, man. Damn!”

I feasted and gorged eagerly stuffing it into my mouth and quickly garnering a rhythm that he obviously couldn’t handle and immediately spewed a cupful. 

What the fuck?

I was spooked. He looked down at me unfazed when I was use to a guy in this particular position apologize profusely for coming so quick and without warning. Instead, he asked, “You want something else to drink?”

I started to say no, and ask that he send his friend in, but then agreed to a coke and rum, if he had it.

He pulled up his pants and disappeared out of the room.

I mourned silently in disappointment and started to disrobe, kneepads included, sitting on the edge of the bed after I was done. I knew after that fiasco he wasn’t likely to return with my drink, but hand it off to his friend to pass on to me before we started our session.

The door creaked opened. I was floored once again.

“I see you’re ready for me.” Nino said nonchalant, sitting the glass on the nightstand.

This time he stood in front of me shucking his pants down to his knees waiting for me to reintroduce my mouth onto his cock again.

I wanted some cock. This is it. The sooner I get him over the hump the sooner his friend “the freak” will come in and take his place.

“You like that, huh?” I asked in breath, lacking a dizzying cock-crazed state, spit-shinning his big carbon black dick ever so slowly.

I should’ve been bobbing faster on his dick to get him to blow faster and get onto the next one, but I held back. The more I thought about it, the less appealing I thought it might be to his friend on the other side of the door. Drew might have thought I was so busy working Nino overtime to bust a nut that I might do the same with him. If Drew was even a quarter of the freak he said he was, he was out for more than getting a nut. He wanted me to feel it and ever sensory in my hole wanted to feel it, too…to know it was still there.

More than that, something was wrong here. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I was looking for Nino to grab my head, fuck my face. Be aggressive, good or bad. He was deafly silent. When I looked up, he looked scared, like a little kid seeing the boogieman and was too afraid to run.

“Is something wrong?” I asked in frustration.

Nino shook his head. “No. I’m good with the head. Why?”

I thought about blowing it off, but instead I mouthed, “You act like you hadn’t had a blowjob before.”

“You’re crazy, you know that.” He snarled convincingly.

“Get in the chair then.” I barked back etching him to get his keister in the plush chair behind the door believing we could recreate the chemistry we had out there on the porch.

Nino sat back rather stiff, like this too was foreign to him, but his cock was just as stiff as it had been the first time and the second time and my hole tingling just as eager to welcome it soon enough.

“What if I said it was?” Nino proclaimed out of the blue.

“Huh?” I popped him out of my mouth returning from my own little world deep in my head.

“You heard me.”

“No, I didn’t.” I lied. I clearly heard him the first time, but I wasn’t making a clear connection resuming my oral duties on his cock. What if he said it was what?

“What if I said this was my first time getting some head?”

“Yeah right,” I chuckled, ready to brush him off again. I gave his cock a nice solid lick and saw the absolute fear coded in his face torn between not being sure if he wanted to bust like that again or not. A look I’d seen only once when I occupied one of the restroom stalls at the public library and unknowingly ushered that high school dropout into the spoils of manhood.

“You’re fucking me, right?”

He sat silent, slightly embarrassed.

“You got to be fucking with me. As fine as you are, even if you’ve never let a guy suck you off before surely some girl has.”

“Forget it, man. Just do what you do and be done with it. I’m ready to dump another load and be over it.”

This time I stayed kneeled in silence knowing that wasn’t true. Sure, he wanted to unload again, but surely, he didn’t want to do it as a chore.

“I never sealed the deal, okay.” Nino blurted.

“Huh?”

“I was set up before I could get some. When I got to where I was going all I saw were couples booed up and gang bangers jamming orphans. It looked like the only way I could ride some tail was to join a set so I bowed out so I didn’t risk looking like a lame if I couldn’t perform or risk looking like vulture meat having a train ran on me.”

“What about when you got out?” Jail? Prison? Juvie?

“What do I look like telling some bitch I just met that I never took a swim in the rabbit hole? I just left it alone.” My face must’ve said more than my mouth wanted to because then he asked, “What?”

“When did you get out?”

“About eleven months ago.”

The question that should’ve peeled from my lips in the first place was “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

My rear fell back onto my heels in disbelief. Strangely enough, he didn’t really look older than that, but I also didn’t peg him for being so young either. Terrifyingly young. When he was a seed, I was well on my way into the Cocksucker Hall of Fame. If I’d gotten ahold of his daddy when the time was right, he’d more likely be stuck in my throat with the rest of his seed siblings.

I couldn’t tell him that, none of that. I couldn’t even bother to mention my age in pass or if he asked. I remembered being that age. Twenty-five was considered dating older. Thirty seemed old. I could only imagine how ancient a year shy of forty might sound hitting those young man ears. Want some close-to-ancient? That would be like a debonair virgin loosing it to an old charred out lot lizard.

Then again, I never smoked. I hadn’t been so used up that I’ve been worn out yet. If I played my cards right, I thought, this could be very fun.

“I know it’s not how you’d pictured your first time, but I’d love to get a guy like you over the hump.”

“Why?”

“Because you really want to get over that hump now, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have bothered to have told me.”

He agreed silently.

“Besides,” I continued. “It’s not everyday a handsome virgin presents himself like this. Be it straight or gay, the rad thing about plowing other dudes, especially one with some experience like me is that you can do whatever you want to guys like us.”

“Huh?”

“You can fuck us.”

He said not truly understanding.

“Isn’t that the goal?”

“No, no, no,” I shook my head, rocking back onto my bare feet. “You’re not hearing me: You can fuck us!”

“I got you the first time.”

“But you’re not hearing me, though. You can really fuck us!” I brandished him my hole.

“Okay.” He said halfway there.

“Even with you being a virgin, you’ve seen enough porn and heard enough guys talk about not being able to fuck their bitches the same way they fuck their wives or girlfriends, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What I’m saying is you can fuck a guy in ways you can’t even fuck that bitch off the street.”

His interest piqued. “Or like a guy we found off the street!”

“Exactly! But before we get into that though, you first got to get the basics down so a fine guy like you doesn’t get laughed out of the room.”

“What?” He growled at the offense.

Like most guys, I knew he immediately thought it was a slight against his cock size. There aren’t too many guys, even hung ones, that don’t automatically think of their engorged size.

“Don’t get me wrong. You got a sweet dick. However, if you came that quick with a girl—given what you’re blessed with—she’d probably laugh you off the floor. Try to hold back next time.”

Nino didn’t seem any more pleased with my words, but better understood nonetheless, probably in comparison through his many hours of porn gazing.

“Good for us that you got your first load out the way, which means you should be able to last a lot longer with your second go-around. Your nerves arent’ that sensitive”

He sat in deep thought, heavily considering what I was saying, but obvious in need of that extra push for any sort of follow through.

“Look, this may not be something you can brag about with your boys for years to come, but it’ll get you started and well on your way to creating some kickass memories to share later on. Who knows, after you fuck me, maybe the next fine bitch you cross paths with might thank you for the dick you gave her.”

He pondered my proposition as I sat back on the bed. My cock was hard that his was hard and a short while away from stretching me open and dumping its seed into me. I didn’t want to turn him off, letting him see my cock like that, so I flipped around and got my knees. Aside from my expert holes, my onion were best asset the way it filled out a pair of jeans like two perfectly round balloon-shaped sandbags.

“All you got to do is slide it on in, bud.” I purred with calm excitement.

“That’s all I got to do, huh?” Nino rose rising out the chair.

I was so freaking horny I could’ve let him in dry, or with the lube and cum mixed I still had in me. And while I wasn’t deathly afraid (since I’d survived worse), I wasn’t sure what his favorite kind of porn was or whether or not he might use it as a template to imitate off of after I gave him such an open-wide invitation to do what he please to me.

“You jack off dry hand or with some lube?” I asked with him right behind me, the heat of his cock head arrowed at my slot.

“Jergens. Do I need to get some for you?”

“If that’s all you got that fine but if you want to do us a solid ask Drew if he got some real lube. I got a funny feeling he’s fucked enough guys to know what I’m talking about.”

Nino hitched up his pants, reached for the doorknob, and the abruptly stopped to rummage through the nightstand. “No need to bother him,” he sighed relief. “I got just the thing!”

I’d tried to glance over my shoulder in that direction to see what he was up to, but he was so far behind me by then I couldn’t see a thing. Rather, I felt the sheer chillness of something pour down my crack and his hard heated cock bathing it its contents.

“Don’t push in just yet.” I said as he guided his cock in search of my hole.

“What do you want me to do then?” He growled in frustration knowing that the many edits of porn often left out the clumsiness of this dance.

“Finger me a little to make sure I got enough lube up there, too.”

His two fingers were unkind, but tolerable, as I winced and made peace with the bed beneath me.

“How’s that?” He asked.

“Good, for me. Next time someone that comes around you might want to ease up a little more.”

“Like this?”

His two fingers became less mannish and more like two blessed massagers finally calming the insatiable beast roaming throughout me.

Pleasantly, I commented. “Yeah, like that. Pull back just a little and go south…come back just a little more…yeah…right there. If you remember that spot with your fingers or your cock you can get almost any guy to do whatever the fuck you want him to do.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah. You can either tease him so he can fuck your fingers,” I said, bucking back and rolling my rear back onto him. “Or you can just slide your dick right on in their claiming the ultimate prize.”

I was a little startled he didn’t take it as an invitation to slide his cock right on in then and there. I guess he was too busy taking mental notes with his knuckles to feel how far he needed to be in for next time. Perhaps, he enjoyed toying with me like this, or finally having the opportunity to, if not instinctively understood that the longer he did this the more turned on I would become.

I whimpered my readiness, sliding deeper into the bed, raising knee up to my elbow to grant him the best possible access.

His fingers grew mannish again, this time rougher, more purposeful.

I whimpered against the pressure, twisting about but nevertheless trying to stay in place for one of two hard cocks I’d forgone home for.

He didn’t care. He got his learning curve.

Pleasure. Pain. A piece of ass.

He pulled his fingers out and quickly presented his rigid cock firm in its place.

Though his cock was readily expected back there, it surely didn’t lack the quick sharp pain I felt earlier in that small room as it was eager to gain entry. I was so taken aback by the gruffness of the initial thrust, I honestly didn’t feel the sheer force of his cock right up inside me until he reared back and drove back to the hilt, demanding that I feel the smooth strokes of a few rhythmic plunges before his hands steadied themselves on my shoulders and introduced the fury of pubic hairs slapping violently against my hairless buttock.

“Fuck you like I want, right? Better than a bitch right of the street, right? The harder the better the sweeter the juice!”

He was magnificently talented, yes, but his virgin status still ever present, stroking when he was to be jabbing and jabbing when he was suppose to be stroking.

He liked his porn hard and violent like I’d liked before I knew what it was like to be on the hard end of a schizophrenic cock.

I was so overwhelmed by the constant ramming I couldn’t think of much else other than grunt like a goat or squeal like a pig. While my head busily questioned my life’s decisions up to that point, my body was being beaten out of that wanton spirit, or whatever that thing was my rapist poured into me earlier that evening. I was satisfied, elated with this, being taken charged of, being taken care of like this.

“C’mon then, c’mon!” I growled at his teasing sessions of long hard laborious strokes.

He pushed my raised knee further up and pushed my neck into the bed to remind me of my place, sliding his cock further out than he wanted but always finding home when he needed to.

“Shit!” Nino snarled.

I was sure he’d gone so hard for so long that he accidentally lost his load.

“You bust?” I said as he completely stopped.

“You wish!”

He spun me on my back, and I reached around my legs to grab my ankles to let him know he was invited to get back on top of me. He didn’t need such an invitation, of course, but welcomed it just the same resuming his coarse fuck.

“Yes! Yes!!” I cried, getting fucked so hard that I was practically on the nape my neck looking up at the handsome face oblivious that he wasn’t just glossing over my head anymore.

He smiled down at me. He came close to kissing me a few times, after he allowed my butt to fall back into the bed but stopped shy of sharing such a tender moment. Perhaps, he remembered that I was just the lowly cocksucker walking off with his precious virginity.

I wasn’t shy. I let my legs fall as they may and snatched the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss. He resisted, but when he gave in he started to let go of his need to be so aggressively rough and rest with being slightly aggressive.

Fuck hard and thorough without the threat of being ripped a new one any time soon. Saving some for his friend, I guess.

It was during this switch, of me having my legs open and his hand softly around my throat as he continuously churned his piston, that I gauged the heat we’d built up in that room. Before, it was cooler than it was outside. Now, then, it was so thick and humid it was almost strangling, like carrying an incessant fever that wouldn’t break. Add to that the perspiring of him and of his perspiration onto me not to mention the perspiration I collected on my own accord.

“Come.” I gave him my blessed permission, looking deep into his eyes.

He probably would have come earlier if I hadn’t shaken his confidence about blowing his load so soon. The fragilities of a man.

“Come, please,” I begged widening my thighs and rolling what was left of the muscles in my hole onto his hairy cock. “I need it! Please!”

His natural rhythm came back to me, grinding into me with these long, deep strokes that weren’t as hard as before but had my eyes rolling in the back of my head nevertheless.

“Nino!” I yowled with a snicker quietly erupting from behind the other side of that door.

He buried his cock into me, passing by the spot I told him that if he knew well enough could get a man to do anything, especially a slut like me right then and there, bucking for my own internal orgasm, listening to his big black cock slurp in and out of my hungered hole.

“I’m about to come!” I screamed. I choked.

He struck my prostate hard. I shot a substantial load onto myself. I was quickly taken aback by the massive load being pumped right in me ceasing to find wall or bottom as he staggered and came some more releasing every dollop he had into my willing rectum.

“Oh fuck!” I cried. His throbbing cock felt insane with my sphincter suddenly gripping him tight.

He yanked out after he was done, urging me to push out the load he planted back there. I started to believe he didn’t have much to give, only the sensation of, when I felt his river of splooge steadily run down my crack and puddle the bed underneath.

Nino let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, and then a deep groan as he sunk his stuffed his scummy cock back into my tightening hole and melted on top of me.