Sweet Black Cock

By the time I reached for the glass on the nightstand to take a sip, the coke in it had lost much of its fizz and the rum was watered down by the melted ice. That was okay, I thought blissfully. I was good. Sinking back into the bed, I relived the way his strong hands reached underneath my back and clasped my shoulders for leverage, for one last nudge as he nuzzled his dark handsome face into the crook of my neck. He never again kissed me on the mouth. I guess that was too intimate of an affair for such a random lay. He just stayed right there with his long softening cock seeping out of me with its slick contents caking into the crease of my groin.

Nino stayed with me for awhile after that, getting up to get me a warm washcloth to wipe the excess from behind like that of a newborn baby that had left a stinky surprise. I didn’t fret too much over this, feeling only slightly emasculated he didn’t see fit I could handle that on my own. Though, by the feel of everything, he did a thorough job of removing all traces of him back there. As he did this, he took a roundabout approach to ask me about his performance and if there were any future pointers I might be willing to share with him. I had no great qualms, of course. I was still amazed that a first timer had so much natural talent, especially one that waited so long to have sex. I explained to him while I was a recent fan of rough, he might have to ease up a little fucking a new mate. Read their tempo, I offered like a wise sensei to his pupil. Elucidating not all girls were soft and pink, and, if he so choose to go this route again with a different guy, there were a lot of boys who weren’t rough and tumble either. Nino took what I said to heart sweetly, endlessly thanking me for “overcoming” his virginity and added that sometime soon he’d like to get in “some more practice” since he knew he couldn’t fuck everybody like that and get away with it.

Nino snuck out of the room sometime after that. Right after his flirtatious words awoke that lustful thing still lingering inside of me. I just remember him pushing off me and exiting towards the door and my eyelids softly closing before I was totally out. According to the television program playing in the background, I doze off for fifteen minutes. I was five minutes in woke up twenty minutes out when all the loose ends of Mama’s Family started to tie itself together with Nino’s last words floating in my head that his little secret wasn’t meant to be shared with his boy.

I crawled deeper into bed and gotten real comfortable, forgetting where I was when the door creaked open. I cocked my head. I was startled. Then again, I shouldn’t have been seeing him standing there making his way into the room and encouraging me to get off the bed.

That was the agreement, right? Nino then Drew?

It was Drew’s turn after all.

I scooted off the bed with Drew taking my comfortable place wide-legged turning off the television. “I like hearing the ooh ahh sound.” He explained without question. Drew wasn’t nearly as big or beautifully licorice as his friend Nino, but he wasn’t anything to gloss over either. Oatmeal brown and clean shaven he was compact built with oodles and oodles of hard muscle quite apparent through his thin fabric clothes. I felt awkwardly guilty for a brief second staring into his hazel eyes that I didn’t have something equally as visually stunning for him to admire as well. Then he took the liberty of fishing his cock and its pair through the slit of his black boxer briefs, and I looked at his position and envied mine.

“You like what you see, Archie? Licking your lips like that? Licking your lips like you want some? You want some, huh, doncha?” Drew asked with a blunt hanging out of his mouth.

I nodded, cock-struck by his large thick member shooting straight up like an antenna. Turned on by the scene, the aroma of his cigarillo I was previously put off by when it reeked from his friend.

Drew snaked his hand behind the pillow and grabbed a bottle of lube which he generously squirted onto the tip of his cock with a couple of pumps.

“Shit, I know it’s not really needed after you just got fucked and fucked again after that, but getting slick is a habit. Now get your ass up here and sit on this big daddy dick!”

I climbed back into bed, on top of him, straddling his lap with the length of his incredible veined hard-on riding the length of my crack. I teased him with a little dance of mine, pushing back on his swollen meat and raising my rear up a little just to feel his angry glans press against my sweet round eye.

“Who’re you playing with motherfucker? Playing like that is for hoes that hadn’t been stretched out in a couple of days. I’m probably Dick 105 tonight. So when I say sit on the shit I mean that shit!”

He meant it.

I rose up, aligning his cock with my hole, finding that my previous willingness to open for anyone and anything ceased to exist. I was closed for dick, bolted tight. I had to breathe and relax, and amazingly learn how to loosen my grip back there like it was my very first time getting fucked.

Forget that night—ever.

He was impatient. Why wouldn’t he be? I’d came to him fucked playing with my hole and then fucked his friend with ample time to recoup after putting it out there I was more than an eager beaver.

He reached under my legs and grabbed each butt cheek and pulled me down on top of him. Suddenly, I was impaled on his cock.

“Goddamn!” He strained at my tightness.

I twisted in his lap. This was not of pleasure, but of pain, the agony of being gutted like fresh cattle and skewered like a kabob over an open flame.

I hissed. “Fuck!”

I tried jumping out of his lap. He wasn’t having anything of the sort. Every time I rose, believing I was almost free, his cock followed, admirably powerful in its upward thrusts, reaching over my thighs to keep me locked in place. I wanted to go, set free. He wouldn’t let me. And after a few jackhammer strokes, I wasn’t sure I wanted to and after my face feel into his and he kissed his cigarillo into my mouth I wasn’t sure why I ever wanted to leave anyhow.

I was tired, spent. Pain crossed over to pleasure once again. I bounced on his dick like it was my birthright with my own cock pointing up hard with his hands palming my back, guiding me on pace to beat his cock back into the squeaking bed.

“Damn! You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” Drew groaned.

I moaned getting off on the sound of his cock slapping into my colon.

In due time, I was stretched so open I spun on his cock to face away from him, thinking I could fall back on top of him and straddle him that way. But like the pussy hound he was, he bent me forward and rode me like the bitch in heat he sure knew I was.

“Yeah, that fucking slut loves those nuts and bolts, doncha?!”

I couldn’t do nothing more than grunt in agreement. Ever more as the pace of his pounding sped up to a fever pitch. I gasped and begged for mercy when the cool of his semen doused the heat deep into my rectum. Drew shuddered and shuttered, and my renewed asshole gobbled and gobbled like it was the very first load it drunk that night.

“Slut!” He growled as he withdrew.

I was on all fours, my muscles frozen to rear back upright. I was exhausted once again with a second lost load creaming the sheets underneath as proof.

“You got some good ass, Archie.” Drew said, pulling the cigarillo out of my mouth and peeling out of the bed.

“You’re not bad yourself.” I panted.

As he moved towards the door, I was unsure if I should grab my clothes and move in kind. The night appeared to be over, and if possible, maybe I could put in a request for a ride home. That is if I could get him to agree before he clonked out and decided that getting dressed and getting into his car was a chore that he couldn’t take on at this time.

“I was thinking if you gave me a little rest time, I might come through and give you some more.” Drew relished in quiet delight, gripping his glistening cock.

“Bet!” I beamed falling back into the sweat, cum-soaked bed drifting off into a restful slumber.