Homo Thug Desires

It was a rare night for Jaymar. He hardly ever felt the urge but when he did, it came on strong. The urge to get fucked and feel another man's body pressed on his. Jaymar's asshole twitched as he worked his soapy fingers inside after douching. He moaned softly so as not to attract the attention of his mother and younger brother.

At nineteen, Jaymar was gorgeous. He was tight and toned with a smooth charcoal-black complexion; hairless save for light tufts under his pits and a small trimmed bush above his raging hard cock. It was a good eight inches with a bulbous carmine-colored head but he only fucked pussy. When it came to men, he was a total bottom. His nipples stiffened at the thought and he could not help but thumb them.

After his shower, he moisturized then worked some of the cold coconut oil up his eager asshole. Again, he moaned softly, biting into the pillow as he pushed the oil-lubed, purple dildo up his ass. He gasped as he nestled the fake dick balls-deep and churned it around. He wanted to be nice and open for Anton; his occasional male fuck-partner. Once he was loose enough, he fingered more oil up his chute then got dressed. Simplicity was the assignment: a fitted cap, tank top, gray sweats and kicks. The cool night air kissed his tits as he stepped outside and he shuddered with delight. The bus put him off close to the motel, and he walked the rest.

He arrived at the room door and knocked. Jaymar smiled. Anton was just as attractive as ever: a handsome, muscular black man of forty with coffee-brown skin and a pencil-thin mustache. Anton was married but, like Jaymar, he felt the occasional need for man-sex. The motel room was spartan, as expected, but Jaymar hardly had time to notice. He shivered with delight as Anton caressed his shoulders from behind and kissed the back of his neck. Jaymar moaned softly, the naked man's cock pressed up against his ass; between his butt-cheeks.

Jaymar's shirt was peeled up and off his tight and toned athletic frame. Anton's thumbs strummed his nipples. Jaymar leaned back on Anton's lightly-fuzzed chest. Rough hands caressed Jaymar's body all the way down to his crotch. One hand gripped Jaymar's hard cock through his sweats while the other cupped his balls. The rough hands slipped into his sweatpants and discovered his raging unwrapped package. Jaymar groaned as Anton squeezed his cock tight.

Jaymar's pants slipped down to his ankles. His hard cock stood firm in Anton's warm grip. He groaned as Anton jerked him faster and squeezed his balls a little tighter. Pleasure shot through Jaymar like a rocket as he quickly reached his climax. His eruption was powerful. It shook him to his core, and he panted as he bucked his hips, thrusting through his lover's encircling fist. Anton raised his fingers to his lips and tasted Jaymar's nut with a moan of approval.

Jaymar was stripped naked and shoved face-down and ass-up on the motel room bed. He cooed as Anton's wet tongue caressed his hole. It circled then pushed into the moist center. Jaymar shuddered. His hard cock lurched between his legs and dribbled precum. The hot wet tongue continued its assault on his hole while rough hands pawed at his buns. His asshole quivered and Anton's moan of delight reverberated through his body.

Jaymar gasped when the cockhead rubbed on his pucker. He rocked back on it and savored the pressure as the head pushed against his hole in a frustrating tease. Cool wet lube trickled between his buns, and Jaymar shivered. The cockhead massaged the lube in then kissed directly to his hole. The head popped inside and Jaymar gasped. Once the shaft was buried to the balls, Jaymar resumed his gentle rocking, fucking himself on the throbbing organ. Rough hands clamped around Jaymar's waist and he arched his back instinctively as he was speared on Anton's thick inches.

The cock slithered through Jaymar's well-lubed hole. He rose onto his palms, glancing back over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Anton as he rocked back on the cock, making Anton croon. Jaymar closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure invading his guts again and again. Each time he rocked backward, the cock sank balls-deep in his belly. Then Anton began to fuck. Anton's pelvis tapped his ass, and Jaymar cried out under the pleasurable pressure. His raging cock throbbed; leaking more precum, and wagging up and down under the increased force of Anton's strokes. Strokes which became powerful thrusts as Anton hammered his cock home, and Jaymar cried out from the intense pleasure.

Jaymar's mind went blank but for the sensation of that hard cock pounding pleasure through his welcoming depths; every inch invading him and pushing him closer to orgasmic ecstasy. He arched his back even more; in love with every thrust, every clap, of Anton's flesh on his; every jolt of pleasure as the cock rammed into him. Then, the cock stabbed deep as Anton unleashed. Jaymar howled, savoring every pulse of Anton's shaft as it remained buried balls-deep. Anton pulled out and Jaymar slumped forward over the bed, panting. He recovered quickly, however, and clambered over to his bedmate; taking Anton's semi-hard cock to the mouth.

After sucking him to a renewed erection, Jaymar straddled Anton's waist and rode him: hard and fast, then soft and slow. Rough hands massaged his ass-cheeks, urging him to ride faster and harder. Jaymar obeyed, panting and grunting as his cock slapped against Anton's belly. Then, the hands gripped his waist tight. The cock slammed up inside him and released. Jaymar groaned as he experienced the sweet sensation of being pumped full of cum once more. He gyrated on the embedded cock until it had gone soft.

Onboard the bus toward home, Jaymar savored his body's buzz. Seated at the back of the bus, he could not resist thumbing his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. He gripped his hard cock and squeezed a pearl of precum into a wet spot at his crotch.

Lying in bed that night, Jaymar bit into the pillow to muffle his moans of joy as he rammed the purple dildo through his cum-filled tunnel, faster and harder while furiously jerking his cock. His eruption was glorious: creamy white cum all over his smooth ebony skin. He panted as he sank into the bed, exhausted and utterly satisfied. The urge had abated, at least for a while.