A Cute Twink With A Knack For Hospitality

I watched as the boys filtered into the club lounge as usual, gussied up in their spandex shirts and Saran-wrap pants that hugged every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. I noticed several regulars in the group, but as most nights, none of them struck my fancy.

“You see anybody you like?”

That was Damian. He was built much like me - good-looking, black, with a long, lean body and thick muscular limbs - but he was a bit shorter, more compact. He hooked up with boys from here more often than I did, but as of late his tastes had adapted to mine. He seemed to be growing more discerning over time.

“None. Same usual twinkies.”

Damian sighed, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I don’t know why they’re not as fun as they used to be. I want more passion. More...I don’t know. Genuineness?”

“You don’t want just a quickie.” I agreed. “Same.” We raised our glasses to each other, then both took long swigs.

The disco lights began to throb as we sat back and watched. Several boys cast looks our way, but we stayed where we were. Inevitably a macho daddy type would thread his way across the dance floor to the twink who was making eyes at me or Jerome, and after a little grinding they would swirl off into the crowd. Presumably they disappeared to a hallway or restroom, away from the music, where the dom could tear off the boy’s panties and rail his hungry cock into the little twink’s eager booty until it dripped with sweat and sticky hot cum.

After a half hour of deflecting come-hither glances from smoky-eyed twinks on the main floor, I stood to my feet. “I think I’m going to take a walk,” I told Damian. “Maybe try to find a new place to hang tonight.”

Damian nodded, but looked reluctant to leave as he scanned the floor one more time. “Wait a minute. Who’s that?”

I followed his line of sight until my eyes rested on the form of a young man standing in a corner by an exit. He looked nervous to be there, licking his plump lips from time to time. Still, he carried himself in a semi-confident way, making me notice his form - a little thicker than most of the twinks, yet still firm - and his fine facial features. He made a move as if to head to the exit, but in a flash Damian and I were right beside him.

“Hi sweetie,” Damian cooed, slipping an arm around the boy’s stomach. The boy gulped as he spun and looked up at the two of us. “Where you going?”

“Hi,” the young man stuttered, giving us a slippery but warm smile. He was a good four or five inches shorter than us, and his voice was deeper than I expected, with a soft accent. “I think I’m gonna go. This scene is...well, it’s a little much for me.”

Damian and I glanced at each other and grinned. “We were just thinking the same thing, honestly,” I told him. I held out a hand to him. “I’m Jerome. This is my buddy Damian. Would you mind if we stepped outside with you?”

The boy shook his head, a small shock of dark blonde hair falling across his forehead as he shook our hands in turn. His hand was small, warm. It felt almost dainty in my wide, muscled palm.

“No, I guess that’s okay if you join me,” he said. “Just don’t...try anything, please?” He looked up at both of us innocently with large, searching blue eyes. I immediately wanted to protect him, to gather him up in my arms and never let him go.

“Aw of course not, cutie,” Damian said. His arm was still snug against the boy’s ample belly. “We wouldn’t ever do anything you didn’t want to do. Besides, we’re not the typical scene guys.” He gestured to the dance floor. “We come here to meet nice people. We don’t bang everybody we meet.” He winked at the boy, who seemed to relax a little.

“You two seem nice. Thank you.” The boy beamed at us. “My name is Timmy.”

We both murmured that it was nice to meet him. Timmy seemed to get a boost of confidence. “Well, I don’t live far from here. Would you like to come to my loft? It’s not much, but there’s room to hang out. Well,” then he eyed us up and down, taking in our large sizes. We weren’t huge, but we were easily a few inches taller than him, “it may be a little snug though. Is that okay?”

“Lead the way, Timmy,” I told him. “It’s very nice of you to offer.”

The three of us walked out on the street, Damian’s arm still around Timmy. I felt a pang of jealousy of Damian’s domineerance, but then I noticed that Timmy seemed to smile at me more than he did Damian. Maybe there was a chance for me to still make an impression.

The three of us chatted on our stroll along the dark street. Rain began to lightly and sporadically patter down on us as we learned that Timmy was a junior interior designer. He was twenty-four, and had grown up in a very conservative family in the South (which explained his accent). He had just moved to the big city on his own, so he was new to the scene. He wasn’t out yet to most of his friends and family, so going to clubs and putting himself on display made him very nervous.

“And I’m like y’all,” he said, smiling up at both of us in turn. “I don’t want to just have sex with every man I see. I want to have genuine relationships. Do you think those still happen around here?”

I looked at Jerome, who was staring at Timmy like he had just sprouted a second adorable head. “That’s exactly what we hope to find,” I told Timmy, patting his shoulder. I let my hand linger a little longer, so he could sense my quiet strength. He glanced up at me appreciatively and then patted my hand. The touch of his skin sent tingles all the way to my toes.

“Exactly,” Damian breathed. “You don’t know how lucky me and Jerome are to find you tonight. You’re a breath of fresh air--and a very cute one at that.”

Spots of color bloomed on Timmy’s pale cheeks. “Aw, stop that,” he beamed. “Oh look! We’re home.” He scurried up the steps to the main hall, opening the door for us. I took the door from him.

“No, no sweetie. After you.”

He looked up at me again with appreciation for my gentlemanly manners, yet this time a shy cloud stole across his eyes. It made him look more adorable than ever.

Jerome and I stood aside as Timmy guided us into the hall. As we watched his large, firm booty sway across the floor in that pair of slim white pants, we both felt heat rush into our bodies.

“Damn, he’s fine, ain’t he bro?” Damian said to me, not taking his eyes off of Timmy’s sexy backside. “I know we’re just here to get to know him, but I haven’t seen anything like him in years. I want to get to know him inside and out, know what I mean?”

All too aware of the strain of my jeans over my swelling manhood, I nodded. “Oh yeah man. I went from not wanting to see another boy earlier tonight, to now I wanna make love to this cutie right here and now in the open.”

“Not if I get him first,” Damian muttered, playfully punching my thick shoulder as he slipped into the hall to follow Timmy into the stairwell.

“Sorry, it seems like the elevator is out of order.” Timmy looked at us apologetically. “We’ll have to take the stairs, if you don’t mind. You both look fit enough to manage.” He winked at us, and I felt a twitch in my crotch again. I liked this kid. And I really liked the prospect of him leading us up all those flights of stairs while we could ogle his booty sauntering up those steps, perfectly framed in fabric.

By the time we made it to the fifth floor, Damian and I both were in a sweat, but not from the exertion. My imagination had gotten carried away as we ascended the building. As Timmy had led us from staircase to staircase, I stared at his fat globes, wishing they would bounce free of their fabric cage so that I could scoop them up and nuzzle them with my hot wet tongue. As we stopped outside Timmy’s door, I glanced over at Damian. A haze had crossed his eyes, and he didn’t seem capable of not watching Timmy’s every move. This indicated he had had similar imaginings to mine on our way up the stairs.

“Welcome,” Timmy murmured as he opened the door for us.

We stepped inside possibly the most well-decorated home I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t large - Timmy had been right about that - but every nook and cranny was maximized for both form and function. The sparse furniture was all well-chosen, and little accessories here and there added flair and coziness. A small spiral staircase wound up from the main gathering area to what was presumably Timmy’s room, overlooking the space below.

Timmy urged us to be seated on the sectional sofa in the corner and then he scurried off into the little kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with a tray of cheeses, crackers, and a bottle of sparkling juice. “I don’t drink,” he giggled as he filled little crystal glasses for us.

Jerome and I exchanged smiles. Timmy was the perfect host - and his hospitality somehow made him a thousand times even cuter than when we first met him this evening. If that was even possible.

Both of us took a backseat to Timmy’s whims, letting him turn on his small sound system (low, tinkling orchestral music, of course) and then scurry around to make sure our glasses were full and that we had napkins. It was incredible to be waited on so attentively, and by someone as good-looking as Timmy. He seemed to be radiant now, relishing his role as our hostess with the mostest. The perfect little boy housewife.

“I haven’t been treated this well in a very long time, Timmy,” I told him after about an hour of conversation between the three of us. “Thank you for being such a wonderful host.”

“You know exactly how to make a couple of clumsy buffoons like us feel at home,” Damian piped up with a smile, placing an arm over my shoulders. “Jerome and I are indebted to you for this.”

“Nonsense,” Timmy laughed. “I only wish I could do more.”

A slightly uneasy silence fell over us then as he looked bashfully at the floor. I wanted him to do more too - actually, I wanted to be the one doing more to Timmy. Damian sensed the uneasiness and gave me a pat on the back. “Well, you might be in luck,” he said to Timmy.

Timmy’s head shot up, almost as fast as mine. “What?”

“Yeah,” I echoed, shooting a surprised look at my friend. “What?”

“Listen,” Damian said. We all fell silent. A steady pattering, like very low thunder, clapped against the roof, rising over the tinkle of classical music. 

Timmy stood and walked to the slider that looked out over his patio. Raindrops ran against the glass in tiny river. “Oh wow, it’s really raining now,” he said as if to himself.

“Yeah,” Damian continued. “Neither of us live too far, but it seems silly to call an Uber for going just a few blocks over. You mind if the two of us crash here, at least until the rain dies down? I’ve got an early work day tomorrow, and I shouldn’t stay up any later than this.”

I raised an eyebrow at Damian, who gave me a small, knowing smile. I knew he worked from home, so he most certainly didn’t have an early work day the next day. But I thought I could pick up what he was insinuating.

Timmy spun around. “Oh of course! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even ask how early you had to be up!” Immediately he was scurrying about again, removing glasses, flying from closet to closet to get armfuls of pillows and blankets. “Will you both fit on this couch?”

“I think we can manage,” Damian said to me, and just before I laughed out loud, he leaned in and said quietly, “I don’t intend for us to be on this couch for long.”

“What are you getting at?” I hissed. 

“Do you want him or not?” he replied. “I’m willing to share him if you are.”

“If he wants to be shared,” I said automatically. But I couldn’t deny that the thought of both of us strong black men canoodling this plump, adorable white boy between us was just about hot enough to get me off right then and there.

Timmy set us both up on the long sectional couch, and we each took an end - even though our bodies are so long that our feet touched in the middle. When we were nice and comfortable, Timmy slipped around the room, turning off lights until only two lamps were on. In the darkness, his pale skin still glowed, making him look like a short, chubby little blonde angel.

“Goodnight you two,” he said softly, giving each of us a hug. He hugged me second, and I made sure to take a longer time with it. As he pulled away from my embrace, I let my hand slide down his back, grazing his booty. I knew it made him tingle; even in the shadows I could tell his face was rosy as he pulled away from me.

“Oh one more thing, Timmy,” Damian said, sitting up. “Could you point me to the restroom?”

“Of course! It’s the first door on the left.”

Damian stood and shed his shirt before heading down the hall. Timmy was still blinking furiously after him - I knew he was spellbound by the strong black chest he had just glimpsed - when I began to take off my own.

“I hope you don’t mind,” I said, baring my chest and perky little black nipples to him as I removed my sweater, then my shirt. He turned to me, and his eyes locked onto the sheen of thin black curls that spiraled over my torso. “Both us guys sleep much better without much on.”

“N-not at all,” Timmy stammered. Try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes from the beefy spectacle before him.

Just then a sound as if a hose had been turned on erupted from behind the bathroom door. Timmy’s mouth dropped open, and I laughed softly. “Guys like us pee like horses,” I explained to him.

“I’ll say!” 

“We’ve got the equipment to handle it,” I smiled, patting my crotch. Again Timmy reddened, then looked down sheepishly. Damian’s hose in the bathroom droned on, even drowning out the sound of the thundering rain outside. I sat up, reaching out and pulling Timmy close. He didn’t fight me; he just stared up at me with those calm baby blues.

“Really Timmy. Thank you for being so kind to us tonight. Boys like you don’t come around often, especially not for men like us.”

Timmy said nothing. He just stared, his eyes growing larger and wetter until I thought I might drown in them. So I went for it. Cupping his chin gently in one hand, I lowered my face to his, and we kissed.

The kiss couldn’t have been more than a few seconds long, but it seemed to have lasted an eternity. My lips craved the plumpness of his pink lips, the soft lushness of his sweet tongue. I tested the waters by slipping my tongue into his mouth, and he responded in kind - gently, but resolutely. Before the kiss even ended, I knew I was in danger of him stealing my heart.

As the kiss faded, I pulled lightly away from him and tugged at my crotch again beneath the blankets he had dressed me with. By now my package was very well defined, lying hard and long against my thigh. “Look at what you do to me, baby boy,” I told him. His eyes lighted on my lap, and then nearly bulged out of their sockets as he registered its size.

“To both of us.” 

The voice came from behind Timmy. He turned, revealing Damian strutting out of the shadows, wearing nothing but a smile. His giant schlong, shorter than mine but thick as his wrist, still dripped drops of crystal urine from his recent release as it stood out from before him at nearly a 90degree angle.

“Oh wow,” Timmy gasped. “You both are so...so...huge.”

Damian stood next to my side of the couch, his cock at the level of Timmy’s eyes where Timmy knelt next to me. “We’ve never put on a show like this together,” Damian consoled him. “But there’s something about you Timmy. Something magical. We want to make you feel as good as you’ve made us feel tonight.”

“B-but I was just being a good host, and a good friend,” Timmy almost whimpered. His eyes drifted from Damian’s face, to his cock, to my face, to my cock, then back again in a full circle. “I don’t expect anything from it. Honestly, I don’t!”

“Sh, sh, sh,” I hushed him, stroking his dainty chin with my big manly fingers. “We believe you. And that’s why we’re still here. We’ve never been so enchanted by such a beautiful prince.”

I kissed him again. It wasn’t as engaging as before - clearly he was distracted, but his lips were still attentive, and sweet as honey. I heard Damian grunt, and we both stopped our kiss to look up at him.

“How about you show my dick your hosting skills?” Damian smirked. “I’d love to see how well you can care for him.”

To my surprise, Timmy went right to work. With one hand still clutching my naked chest as if for support, he turned and rested his mouth on Damian’s wet pink cocktip, letting the last pee drips slip along his fat, rosy tongue. Damian exhaled. “Shiiiiit. That’s it, pretty boy. Show daddy how much you like the taste of his hot pee and big black dick.”

Timmy’s grip on my chest tightened as he swallowed one inch, and then another, of Damian’s cock, slowly working his head back and forth to encourage more of it down his capacious throat. Damian’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he tousled Timmy’s shock of blond hair with a muscular black hand. “That right. You’re making me feel so at home, Timmy. Your hot, sweet little mouth was made to love on my fat black cock. Unfff.”

I loved the show before me. Slipping off the blankets, I tugged off my pants and let my dick sway out into the open, its deep brown knob glistening with precum. I stroked its 8-inch length as I watched our little white host choke on my friend’s huge prick, which was now almost entirely down the boy’s throat. I watched Timmy’s Adam’s apple surge and jump with each attempt at gulping down more cock, until Damian’s low-hanging bulging sack was resting against Timmy’s chin. Damian was groaning nonstop, and Timmy’s cute little choking noises were making me want to spurt.

Taking a breather, Timmy let Damian’s dick slide back out of his mouth slowly, covered in hot, shimmering saliva. Damian leaned down and planted a long, wet kiss on his soaked pink lips. When he released him, Damian pointed at me. “You’re doing wonderful, honey. Why don’t you see if you can make Jerome feel just at home as you’ve made me feel?”

Timmy turned to me and for the first time saw my naked dick. His eyes lit up and, after giving me a brief but wonderful kiss, leaned down and worshipped my cock with his tongue. His hand remained on my chest, fingering my left nipple, and I felt electrical surges penetrate me from skull to toe. Pushing an arm behind my head, I tilted myself to where I could watch our beautiful host making love to my swollen bulging member, with Damian slowly jerking his cock in the background, still tousling Timmy’s pretty yellow hair.

“That’s it,” we encouraged him, and Timmy’s blue eyes flickered up to me. “Take it nice and slow, honey. No need to choke on it. Daddy won’t hurt you.” I instantly felt relaxation in his body, and immediately a full three inches slipped down his tight throat. I gasped in ecstasy, which spurred him to ravage my cock further. I looked up at Damian, hazy-eyed, as he watched us with a smile. “This is heaven,” I breathed.

“Ain’t it?” he snickered. “The most beautiful white boy making sweet love to these two big black men. It’d make the prettiest piece of art I ever saw.” He stopped and eyed something beneath him. “Ooh, what do we have here?” He stooped, and then a flash of white skin illuminated the floor as he slipped off Timmy’s pants, baring the ripest, most beautiful bare booty I’d ever seen. Damian gave it a slap, leaving red fingerprints blazing in its pristine whiteness. Timmy murmured something around my cock; it seemed grateful. As Damian straightened, beaming, his cock seemed to have grown even longer, more erect as it shot to the ceiling. 

“Ooh, I think I just found where I want my cock to spend the night,” Damian laughed, tousling Timmy’s golden hair again. “Here baby, why don’t you try to alternate on both our big dicks?”

Timmy slowly extracted my hose from his mouth with a pop that nearly made me ejaculate. White spittle leaked down his chin and onto my shiny, now-wet black appendage. “Can I?” he turned to look up at me. “Is that ok with you too, daddy?”

He called me daddy! I thought my heart would burst. “Absolutely, sweetie,” I cooed. I stood up alongside Damian, and Timmy positioned himself on his knees to where each fist held one of our cocks. “Now show us what true southern hospitality is, okay?”

“Yes daddies,” he responded. Looking up at both of us, he took one dick in his mouth, all the way to the hilt, and then the other, releasing each with one of those orgasmic pops that sent shudders down our entire bodies. Hot streams of juicy saliva mingled with our sweet pre-cum streamed from our ebony shafts and along his white chin, soaking his gorgeous pink lips, but still he persevered, alternating quicker and quicker, sucking harder until we were both writhing where we stood.

“DAMN that’s good, pretty boy!” Damian yelled, fondling Timmy’s bobbing head.

I let my hands wander along Timmy’s neck, under his shirt, along his bare skin, spurring him on. 

“Yes it is. You’re making us feel like all men ought to feel, Timmy baby,” I said.

Timmy paused, heaving for breath. Drool dripped down onto his shirt. “Am I? Am I really making you both feel good?”

We murmured in agreement, and he went right back to work, gulping and spitting and sucking and gasping. I clutched the chair behind me for support; I was nearing the end way faster than I planned. This boy had riled me up in ways I’d never felt before. “Here, baby,” I said, crouching down to give him a kiss. “You keep making out with Daddy Damian’s horsedick, and I’m going to eat out your hot little pussy. OK?”

Without saying a word, Timmy hoisted himself on all fours on the sofa, and I pulled off his pants and spanked his fat booty cheeks, making them wobble with anticipation. Damian laughed as he stuck his pole all the way down Timmy’s eager throat. “Shake those cakes Daddy J, get ‘em nice and wet. I wanna taste em too.”

Needing no further encouragement, I spread Timmy’s china-white buttcheeks apart and kissed the slit between them, only slightly crested with blond fuzz. Before I knew it his hole had acted like a vacuum, sucking my hungry tongue into it as I explored every inch, lapping at his cheeks, his taint, even tonguing in past his ultra-tight sphincter. Timmy moaned around Damian’s dick.

Damian laughed. “Yeah baby boy? Is Daddy J making you feel nice and pretty?”

Timmy nodded fervently, but never motioned me to stop as I penetrated his tasty puckered hole with my slurps.

“Dang that sounds juicy,” Damian grunted after a while. “Lemme taste that gorgeous pussy.”

Timmy obliged, repositioning himself face-first into the sofa pillows as Damian and I took turns ravaging his hole with our tongues. “Sweeter than sugar,” I gasped after my fifth flight. “His angel hole is like crack to me.”

Damian surfaced, gasping for air. “You’re right bro,” he breathed over Timmy’s low, happy moans. “I can’t get enough of this boy’s cherry.” Then he dived back in.

After what seemed like hours Damian resurfaced. “I’ve gotta have it, J. I’ve gotta take his cherry. Can I have it?”

“Is that okay with you?” I asked Timmy, leaning down to kiss him. Timmy nodded, sweat dripping from his forehead. Damian leaned into his other side, giving him a nice long kiss, followed by a booty slap.

“We’re gonna make you so pregnant tonight, honey,” he whispered into Timmy’s ear, which made Timmy squirm and giggle at the same time. “Here. Daddy J, you slide up under him and give him some pleasure while I fill his hole, ok?”

“Just what I was thinking,” I said, exchanging smiles with Timmy. “But first…” I eased Timmy’s shirt over his head, exposing a white torso like the rest of his body - chubby but firm - with two baby pink nipples set into his rounded chest. Timmy looked down apologetically.

“I’m not as fit as you two,” he said softly. “Please don’t judge me.”

“Aww baby,” we both consoled him. I sat on the couch and pulled his face to mine, tracing his dainty features with my hard, big fingertips. “We love that you are who you are, sweetie,” I said, and Damian echoed me. “See?” And with that, I slid under him and nailed his nipples with my teeth, nibbling and tugging until Timmy was writhing under my arms. 

“Oh! Oh Daddy J! You make me feel so beautiful!”

“Because you are beautiful,” Damian whispered over his shoulder. “So beautiful, we’re going to make you ours.”

I felt Timmy’s squishy body tense under my embrace, followed by a sharp inhale, and I knew that Damian’s big hard cock had entered his tender little hole. But we took care of him; I caressed his nipples and massaged his curves with my bare hands, while Damian whispered sweet nothings in his ear and traced the back of his neck with his lips, his hot panting breath giving both Timmy and I goosebumps as he slowly accelerated the in-and-out motion of his thick shaft into the boy’s ripe, fuzzy peach.

“Oh shit. Oohhhhh shitttttt,” Damian gasped after a couple of minutes. “Baby, your butt is so perfect, I can’t even tell you. I may be a king, but you’re definitely my baby prince. Ohhhh shittttt.”

As he pumped faster and faster, I steered Timmy’s gaze into my eyes. “Oh please, oh please, he’s sooo big, Daddy J,” Timmy whimpered. Damian could only grunt in reply, but I soothed him, petting his hair and wetting his parted, plump lips with mine. “You’re making both of us so proud, sweetie. Both of your black kings are so proud of how well you’re treating us. Thank you for being our beautiful white prince.”

In reply, he ravaged me with the sloppiest, most tender kiss I’d ever received. His breathing got quicker, mirrored by Damian’s faster motions, lusty noises, and occasional “oh SHITs” but still I caressed him, our eyes locked as my friend made sweet sweet love to our host’s highly hospitable boy pussy. 

“I’m cumming!” Damian yelped all at once. “Baby boy, I’m making you mine!” He slackened his pace, thudding his giant pole in between our boy’s buttcheeks in long, slow thrusts as his hot juice poured out of him, coating Timmy’s insides. “Ohhhh SHIT baby boy!”

Both of Timmy’s hands were on my shoulders, his mouth open with ecstasy as Damian’s cock emptied itself in his tender womb. “That’s it,” I coached him gently but sternly. “Take every drop. You look so beautiful under his big black body, Timmy baby. So, so beautiful.”

“I want you,” Timmy whispered.

My ears perked. “What?”

“I want to be pregnant by you too,” Timmy whispered. “Right now.”

Damian staggered back, releasing his cock from Timmy’s mangina, and I hoisted Timmy onto my lap, enchanted by his eagerness. He draped his arms around my neck. “You’re so big, so strong, Daddy J,” he continued, his face still fogged with the ecstasy of his impregnation. “Make me yours too. I want to belong to both of you.”

“Well, that’s amazing,” Damian said, flopping into the chair but still stroking his still-hard rod. “Give it to him like I did, Daddy J. Make Timmy the white prince of your black cock.”

“Your wish is my command,” I told Timmy, and we kissed more passionately than ever. While our mouths explored each other’s, I fingered the wetness of his hole, stirring the deposits of manjuice my friend had left. Then I positioned my own fat cocktip to his hole, and pushed upward, all while still making out with the beautiful boy in my lap. He whimpered as I entered his warm heavenly body, but I consoled him with more kisses along his collar, down his chest, suckling at his divine nipples until he was bobbing up and down in my lap on his own, relishing the fat black cock that plugged his butthole to bursting while my lips and teeth admired his ultrasensitive nipples.

“Ride me, baby,” I urged him between kisses. “Ride my hard cock. Make it burst inside you. Can you do that for me? Can you be that good to my cock?”

“Yes, Daddy J! I can! I can!” he squealed.

“Good boy. You’re such a sweet, kind prince to your big black daddy king.” As he bucked himself along my muscular thighs, I cupped both hands around his ample pectorals that swayed with every movement. “You look sooo pretty on this fat cock, baby.”

“Keep squeezing my boobies, Daddy J!”

“Sure, baby. Like this?” I squeezed them, and as he shrieked I then leaned in and bit the tip of each nipple. His entire body shivered against mine.

“Oh Daddy J! I’m cumming! Your huge black dick is making me cum! Oooooh!”

At the same moment something snapped in the back of my head, and my cock jolted on its own, my balls thumping against Timmy’s pillowy buttcheeks. Next I was shouting Timmy’s name, emptying my load of cum inside him, mingling it with Damian’s, just as Timmy’s own sweet, white load shot onto my dark hairy chest.

I sat there, spellbound and gasping, as Timmy rode to a stop against my twitching torso. The orgasm had left my head ringing, but even though all my senses were numb, this I knew: I loved this boy. 

Damian appeared next to us, taking Timmy’s sweaty head in both his hands and covering him with soft kisses. “You’re so, sooo good to us, sweet angel. Now let’s put you to bed, huh? When we wake up in the morning, I think we’ll both be ready to ride that heavenly pussy one more time.”

“Oh Daddy J! Oh Daddy D!” was all Timmy could muster.

Damian scooped him into his big black arms and carried him up the staircase, and I followed. It was our turn to take care of our prince. We tucked his tired, naked body between the two of us on his queen-sized mattress, and then we fondled and cuddled and kissed him until we all faded to sleep, dreaming of our next blissful, sweaty, cum-spurting union in the morning.