A Delightful Predicament

Jamir moved on to room 202, on the other side of the building. As he did, he noted the suburban-style mom-van parked in front of the door; a pale and clean blue. It was very much in contrast to the beat-up old hoopties and dirt-coated pick-up trucks parked around it. He pushed the door open. It had been ajar like all the others before.

“Hurry up and come in, and close the door,” the deep voice commanded. Jamir quickly obeyed then turned back to the bed, and took in the man who required his services.

He was a middle-aged man, ebony-black in complexion, muscular and completely naked. He sported a full beard and his low-faded hair had well-groomed waves at the top. He didn’t look like a country hick at all.

“Get naked and suck me off. We don’t have much time,” the man said flatly.

As Jamir stripped, he noted the colorful children’s backpacks in the corner, and a woman’s make-up kit on the dresser. The man was clearly married. Perhaps on a road-trip with the family.

“My wife and kids are over at the diner. We got some time but I don’t wanna take too long,” the man said, as if in reply to Jamir’s mental query.

Jamir slid flat on his belly between the man’s spread legs. He was all muscle, taller and more sculpted than Jamir, in fact. His cock was soft but large, and hung down over a pair of large bull-like midnight-black balls. Jamir gripped the thick floppy cock and took the head between his lips, starting on the new john.

“Shit! That’s it,” the man moaned with a smile. “You only just started and I can tell you’re talented. Better than my wife for sure.”

Jamir ignored his comments and focused on the cock in his mouth, feeling it swell and stiffen. It grew and grew, and Jamir had to adjust his position, rising up on his hands and knees as the growing erection bloated to a massive thickness and length, more akin to a donkey’s than a man’s. All thick rigid ebony flesh and Jamir sucked it all the more hungrily, painting it wet as he slurped and slobbered, and began to work the dong into his throat. He gurgled as the huge bulging head popped past his larynx.

“Fuck! Damn! Ooooh shit!” the man moaned, grasping a fistful of Jamir’s dreadlocks, gently, and guiding him further, down and down, until Jamir was choking, his lips around the massively wide throbbing base. The freshly-washed soapy scent of the man’s pubes filled Jamir’s nostrils as the married man’s grip tightened on his scalp.

“Uuuurrrhk!”

“Fuck, that’s good!” the man chuckled, releasing Jamir, and the college jock retreated, gasping for breath.

“You’ve been fucked already, right? Got some loads in you?”

“One,” Jamir admitted.

“Good! Ride me!” the man ordered, folding his huge muscular arms behind his head.

Jamir straddled him and gripped the thick cock. He had never been fucked by one that thick or long. It was like a fucking log and his asshole twitched with both anxiety and anticipation as Jamir aimed it to his chute and pushed himself down.

“Ahhhhhh! Fuck!” Jamir hissed. The pain was sharp but brief. He’d been well-fucked and he gasped once the bulbous head popped past his ring. The rest was easier, taking his time to lower, raise and lower his stretched chute over the massive throbbing cock until finally he settled his buttocks on the man’s thighs.

“Fuck! Your ass feels great!” the man complimented, then grabbed his cellphone and checked it briefly. “You can take some time to ride me.”

Jamir began, rising and falling on the massive dong. It still hurt but the more he rode it, the more the discomfort eased until pleasure began to take its place. Jamir gasped, bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he became lost in the pleasure gouging extra-deep in his gut. He hadn’t known pleasure before this, he thought. The man’s massive rod barely gave his asshole room to flex or squeeze it; stretching his chute so thoroughly wide but that was the source of his joy. His nine inches rose to full erection, dribbling precum as he dropped his ass faster on the dick.

“Oh fuck! Ohhhhh shit! Damn, your dick feels good!” Jamir huffed, opening his eyes and locking his gaze with the man’s, who was smiling.

“It’s all yours. Your ass is amazing. All silky and wet on my dick. Ever had one this big?”

“No, never. . .Oh fuck! Damn! Shit, it’s so good!”

Jamir kept on riding, occasionally locking eyes with the married stud. Jamir leaned forward, caressing the broad meaty ebony chest, coated in light curly fuzz. He ran his hands down, thumbing the faint ridges of what used to be a very prominent six-pack.  He made to thumb the swollen stiff nipples but the man grabbed his hands and pulled him forward over him. Jamir’s eyes widened as he was quickly swung onto his back, as though he were a mere child in the ebony stud’s arms; his sculpted football muscles meaning nothing as the married fucker pinned Jamir’s thighs down against his own caramel chest and began shafting his depths.

“Ooooh shit! Oh fuck!” Jamir squeaked, unable to control his vocals. The giant dick just felt too damn good, digging into his guts like a fucking deep-sea oil drill! “SHIT! OH FUCK!”

“Mmm hm! That’s it, boy! You’re taking all this dick!” the man growled, plunging his dick in faster, harder, and seemingly deeper, if that were even possible. The man leaned in over Jamir, and large heavy midnight-black bull balls smacked his caramel buns.

“Oooh fuck! Daaaamn! Oh my fucking gaaawd! You’re gonna make me nut!” Jamir squealed, his raging erection throbbing hard and fast over his belly button. The man kept on plunging, exploring into Jamir’s core, and there was no way to stop his orgasm.

“OH SHIT! UUUURRRRRGGGHHHHHH!” Jamir roared, his fat cock firing ropes of creamy spunk all over his hair, face and chest.

“Oh shit! I gotchu like that?” the man teased, a huge grin on his face just before he closed his eyes and hammered into Jamir’s guts, clapping his pelvis to the caramel muscle buns and rocking the bed as he fucked in a beeline straight to orgasm.

“OOOOHHHHH FUCK! AUUUUURRRGGGHHH! AURGH FUCK!”

Jamir whimpered, his legs trembling as he gripped the sheets, feeling a massive wet heat gush into his bowels. His eyes rolled up in his head and his toes curled tight, the pressure building in his guts. Then, it suddenly released as cum spurted out around the embedded flesh-log.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Jamir whispered, craning his head back on the pillow as the pressure eased. After a moment, the giant cock slithered free, leaving Jamir with a distinctly vacant sensation.

“Fuck! That was good. Don’t worry about the cum stain. I’ll get it cleaned up before they get back.”

Jamir wasn’t worried. He was barely even able to think as the man rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Jamir heard him washing his dick off at the sink and slowly regained his senses. He rose and pulled his pants on with some difficulty, his asshole throbbing with a deep powerful ache that made him shudder; the after-shadow of the married man’s massive cock that would no doubt remain with him for hours. The man returned, smiled and handed Jamir a wad of cash.

“Thanks for the nut.”

Jamir nodded in reply, pulled on his shirt and shoes, and stepped outside. He unfurled the wad and counted thirty dollars. Jamir smirked and stuffed it into his pocket. It was nowhere near enough to purchase a bus ticket but he damn sure was having fun earning his way!