Ian was good to his word, showing up again the next evening, and the evening after that. For the following evening, he texted us during the day to say he was taking – and giving us – a day off. A little tongue-in-cheek, but truthful. He and Ellie were going out for dinner and a show.
And then it was Friday. Ian texted early in the day, all of us at work, asking if we would be home for a visit that night. Luckily for him, we would be home after hitting the gym. He told us how excited he was and proved it with a picture of his junk, pants open, hard cock laying like a wrapped sausage in his underwear on the flap of his chinos.
Arjun reacted with a fire emoji while I reacted with a tongue emoji.
See you soon, Ian sent back.
Not soon enough, I joked, adding the squirting water emoji.
Arjun and Ian laughed at the message.
The rest of the day, aside from our stint at the gym, passed slowly waiting for our rendezvous with Ian. His high libido had increased our own, not that ours was by any means low before, and we were just as excited to get down to business as our high libidoed neighbor.
Drying off from the shower, cleaning up before Ian came over, Arjun and I were about to don some underwear when there was a knock at the door. Calling out to confirm it was Ian, I opened the door, blocking our naked bodies as the door swung open, letting Ian into the apartment. But we were surprised to find, well, for lack of a better word, a surprise. A second man followed Ian into our apartment.
Ian flushed slightly, seeing our surprise, and our nakedness.
Neither Arjun nor I made any moves to cover ourselves, nor were we embarrassed in any way. We were naked in our own apartment ready for a planned sexual escapade. The stranger just added intrigue to the situation. I closed the door and locked it behind them. Arjun and I stood naked in all our glory before the pair.
The new man was hot. A tall, slim, black man with café-au-lait colored skin. He had lithe muscles, wore a tank top and athletic shorts, and his body looked mostly hairless from what I could see. His face was rounded angles and large, pinkish lips. His eyes, dark, gleaming, inspected our bodies while we inspected his.
Ian stammered, “Guys, ah, this is my coworker, well, my friend, Byron.” Nodding to his friend and then back to us, “And these are my friends, uh, friends with benefits, Grant and Arjun.”
We shook hands with Byron. I held his hand a moment longer than necessary, caressing his palm. He was right up my alley. Byron smirked, eyes drawn to my growing penis, and squeezed my hand.
“So, you guys are down to play,” he asked, hopeful, caressing my palm in return.
“Of course,” I said, releasing his hand, noticing the growing bulge in his shorts. “The more the merrier.”
Ian pipped back in, explaining, recovering from his unease, “Byron is in the same situation as me. Married to a woman who isn’t much interested in sex, but he also has a high sex drive. He’s one of the guys I’ve masturbated with before, but that’s not enough for him either. So, I thought I’d invite him along to get some release, and that you guys would enjoy having more, uh, meat to play with. I didn’t think you’d mind…” he trailed off, the unease worming back into his voice. Ian quickly nodded to Byron, who hooked his hands into his shorts and pulled them down, revealing a snaking erect penis in his white trunks.
Arjun’s and my eyes widened. I know it’s cliché for a black man to have a big dick, but he was the epitome of the cliché with what must have been 10inches of black cock. He was thin, not girthy like many long dicks, which was perfect for us.
I curled my fingers around his snake, holding his underwear clad dick in my hand, looking into his eyes.
Byron moaned and blew me a kiss. He was outright more confident than Ian. His dick pulsed in my hand, and I gave it a little stroke.
“Fuck dude,” Byron exhaled and dropped his shorts to the floor, stepping out of them.
Arjun slapped my naked ass and whispered in my ear, loud enough for all to hear, “You take Byron, I know how much to love a long cock down your throat. I’ll take Ian. In the bedroom.” Arjun waved to Ian to follow him.
I pulled Byron into my body, our hard cocks mushed together, our hips gyrating, frotting our erections.
Byron’s thick, pillowy lips pressed to mine and his wet tongue slipped out to dance with mine.
I pushed his trunks down, freeing his meat, our naked flesh rubbing together. Like steel rods covering in silky sheaths, our erections slid gracefully along their lengths, throbbing together. My hands cupped his slim, firm, smooth ass.
In the bedroom I could hear Ian moaning and the sounds of sloppy cock sucking.
“Come,” I said, breaking from the kiss and frottage, grabbing hold of his 10inch pole, using it like a leash to pull him along behind me. He stripped off his tank and kicked off his trunks as we walked.
Ian was laying on one side of the bed, Arjun kneeling on the bed between his legs, bobbing his head up and down on Ian’s dick. Ian was rubbing Arjun’s head and shoulders, moaning away.
I brought Byron to the other side of the bed and told him to climb on in the same position as Ian.
Climbing up, straddling his body, I lay myself down over him, our hard cocks pressed together again.
“Damn,” Byron said as my hips swayed, frotting our cocks, “Big white cock you’ve got there Grant.”
I smirked and flexed my hips, circling our cocks together. We both throbbed, Byron swinging his hips around, mashing his dick back into mine. We continued our frottage, our natural lube leaking out, slicking our dicks. I rubbed my length perpendicular to his, up and down his shaft. Then, taking holding of our cocks along their lengths, my hand keeping them pressed together despite the slick, I humped into his fleshy stiffness.
Arjun and Ian moaned at our side, Arjun tea-bagging Ian.
Byron moaned and pulled me down to a kiss. Tongues dancing, lips smacking, cocks humping each other, we moaned.
Ian was watching Byron, absorbed by his friend’s confidence and intimacy with me. He turned back to Arjun and pulled my husband up, drawing him into a kiss. Lips touching, Ian moaning, it was the first time he’d actively initiated and followed through on directing a kiss with one of us.
Arjun kissed along Ian’s cheekbone and neck, sucking on a nipple and came back up to kiss Ian’s lips again.
By now Byron had shifted my body upward, suckling on the leaking head of my cock, making me moan.
Ian’s eyes were wide in surprise and a hint of jealousy. He turned back to Arjun, again emboldened by his friend’s sexual abandon, and not only kissed my husband, but stroked his dick too. The first time he’d actively touched one of our intimate parts.
Arjun, sensing the change in Ian, pecked his cheekbones and ears, whispering, “Flip over.”
Ian hesitated for only a moment before twisting his body under Arjun who hovered above the bed, held up by his arms. Ian’s muscled back and butt now facing up, my husband’s erection, wagging in the space between them. Arjun sat back on his legs, kissing and massaging down our neighbor’s back while Byron had swallowed my entire cock and was deep throating me.
Ian looked over, his gaze intent as I moaned and Byron breathed heavily, his nose in my bush.
Arjun was now at Ian’s butt, massaging the glutes and licking along the edge of his crack. Ian moaned, gripped the sheets, and tilted his hips, sticking his butt up in the air. Arjun pushed his cheeks apart and spat on Ian’s virgin hole.
Ian whimpered, face planted in the bed, and Arjun dove in, rimming Ian’s pucker.
“MMMRRRRRRRUUUPH,” Ian cried out, the sound muffled by the sheet, his hands crushing the balled-up fabric.
Arjun lapped at the virgin hole, driving Ian mad.
I watched the action and Byron withdrew from my dick, taking a gander at his friend.
“Fuck dude,” Byron drawled, egging it on, “Enjoy that rimming.” It was vague enough to work for Arjun and Ian.
I slipped back down along Byron’s body, kissing his forehead, lips, neck, pec, abs, and eventually the leaking head of his cut cock. His dick was a little darker than the rest of his skin and the glans had a pinkish hue.
“Suck it bro,” Byron said. Not commanding, just offering it to me, wanting me to take it.
I spat on the head and swirled my tongue over it before licking along his shaft. Spitting again, I held the base, jacked it and aiming it at my mouth. My lips parted and tongue slid over the underside of his shaft, inch by inch, swallowing his meat. I paused about ¾ of the way down, bobbing up and down, squeezing and loosening my throat muscles on his head, then continued until his entire 10inches were inside of me and my nose was poking his tight, curly bush.
“HOLY FUCK BRO,” Byron moaned, hands on my neck and face, looking down at me with grateful, lustful eyes. “Look up at me Grant, I want to see your eyes as you have my entire monster in your mouth. Fuck!”
We held eye contact for a while, his cock pulsing, leaking into my throat. The natural lube helped as I started to bob up and down his dick, maintaining our eye lock.
“Fucking hell bro,” Byron moaned. “What a fucking cocksucker! Never had one like this before. Wife doesn’t even get half into her mouth… fuck…”
I pulled nearly off and drove back down, up and down, fucking my face on his shlong.
Ian was moaning louder, Arjun working his tongue into the tight hole and slapping his ass. Ian’s hands pushed Arjun’s out of the way and now held his own ass open for my husband’s rimming.
Byron, getting his dick serviced like nothing else and seeing his friend writhing from getting his ass eaten, was getting close. His testicles tightened up, his sac nearly empty as they slipped into their groin cavities.
Arjun flipped Ian over, our neighbor’s cock raging, his testicles had also disappeared into their cavities. Both men we were taking care of were on the brink of shooting.
Arjun and I smiled at each other, licked the heads of the cocks in front of us, and jointly deep throated them.
“FUCK,” Ian and Byron called out in unison. They both grabbed our heads, thrust their hips, and bobbed our heads up and down on their cocks, fucking our faces while controlling us sucking their cocks.
We both moaned, our own dicks yearning for release.
Byron moved into a kneeling position, actively fucking my face now, screaming in pleasure as his orgasm wracked his body. He strong hands jammed my face into his crotch and his long dick into my throat, flooding me with seed. I swallowed, focusing on keeping my throat open, relaxed, and then swallowing his load in intervals.
My cock ached, feeling his shlong stretching me out and feeding me from the tap. Feeling his strong hands, his muscled legs, the smell of his manly groin. I wanted to cum too.
Ian, hearing his friend cum and seeing me take his load, screamed, gripping the sheets again. His hips bucked as Arjun freely sucked him off and his load exploded into my husband’s mouth. Arjun swallowed, sucking, milking the rest from our neighbor’s twitching dick.
As Byron’s orgasm wore off and his dick flagged, he pulled from my mouth, slapped his wet dick on my face, and motioned for me lay next to him. Angling his face at my dick, his torso hovering over my abdomen, he maneuvered his mouth around my cock and fondled my tight nuts. He downed my 8inch dick in one go, sucking fast and hard on my raging meat.
“FFFUUUCCCKKK BRO,” I called out, head thrown back. “Fucking suck that dick!”
Ian, his own dick spent, seeing his friend devouring my dick, pushed Arjun to lean against the headboard and started jacking and sucking my husband off.
Neither of us lasted long and within a few minutes, grasping hands, we came together, our loads being drained by our married men’s mouths.
Byron milked my meat, licking the head clean and slid along my body, kissing me.
Ian, that familiar look of shock and awe at exploring something new sexually consumed his face, mumbled about sucking a dick, wanting his ass eaten by a man, swallowing cum. He was spiraling again. Arjun mashed their lips together, erasing the thoughts in Ian’s brain.
“Thank you, bro,” Byron said, stroking my softening dick.
“My pleasure,” I replied, smacking his toned pec. “Love playing with the rare massive cock.” I slid my hand down his body, giving his dick a squeeze.
He hopped out of bed and got dressed by the front door. Ian, breaking from the kiss with Arjun, following suit.
They nodded and smiled on their way out, chatting quietly in the hallway as I locked the door behind them. Arjun and I smirked, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed, recapping the evening’s unexpected events.
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