Montreal by Black

We left one city for another. Our vacation home was in Montreal. John and I were high visibility people in our community. So when we wanted a little play time, we’d head north. 

Our place was smack dab in the center of the gay village, Villa Marie. We were in our 30s, handsome, muscular, in love and horny. We had come to an understanding. We had a great sex life but we still wanted some variety. What worked for us was fooling around with others together, one time only and no sleep overs. Living so close to the clubs and strip joints, we sometimes had a series of guys in and out of our place on a Saturday night. Montreal men are beautiful, tall and dark but always hung. Really weird but everyone has a good sized cock. Maybe they are all physically fit and they just looked big but Montreal is hung.

One night we did our usual. We went to Sky bar and danced shirtless with a tall black man. As we danced more and more seductively, he started playing with my nipples as the three of us, drunk high and in a chain gang, rubbed and tugged at each other. I was in the front, Jean Claude, in the middle, John on the end, all grinding and humping as the French Dj interrupted our music, I motioned it was time to leave. 

It was a short walk to our condo. There was a lot of touching and grabbing as we all figured out our roles in the encounter about to happen. John and I were both horny cocksuckers. We always welcomed our guest by immediately dropping to our knees and pulling out their cock. This night was no exception. Our shirts were already off and as the door opened I went down and unbuckled Jeans pants. John, now on his knees waited for the big reveal. We weren’t disappointed. Before us stood a tall naked muscular and slim black man with a huge, hard, fat 9 inch cock. As we teased and licked each side, his dick started to leak strings of clear sticky precum. We didn’t waste it. We would catch it and wildly kiss as we shared his juices greedily sucked his dick. With our pants at our ankles, we jerked our cocks as we slobbered and deep throated his big cock. We were something else together as we tag teamed a guy. Sometimes we’d take turns and sit back to watch each other gag and try to get the pearly prize in our mouths. We were both drawn to cum. The power it gave us to please a man while he watches two horny guys fight over who gets more cum down their throat. Jean blasted on Johns face as I slobbered up more shots in my mouth and throat. When it stopped we would make out and share the load we worked for. I licked the cum off John’s face and kept kissing him as I fed him more and more cum, not unusual at all, Jean Claude was getting hard again. We headed for the bedroom where we took what was left of our clothes off and Jean Claude made his intentions clear. He wanted to fuck and that meant I was up. John was happy to watch and get sucked. John fucks, I get fucked. Truth is, John said watching was like having his own personal porno movie. I wish I could say I was as selfless as John. When he fucked a guy, I was cool with it but it was hard for me to stay back. I’d have to fuck him too or cum on his face. I couldn’t just watch. 

As I said, John and I fooled around together but he sometimes sat back or even left the room. He loved seeing me happy and if being uninhibited as possible at the hands of someone else was what he sensed I wanted, he’d give me that.

Here’s what happened later that night. John announced that he was getting condoms and smokes. “Don’t start until I get back.” I thought yea right. I’m naked on our bed with a beautiful French black man spooning me from behind and we’d wait. Okay. John left. Jean Claude lost all his inhibitions when we were alone. He started telling me how he was going to fuck me and how I was going to beg him to. He was very oral. He licked and sucked on my neck, ears and my back. His cock was hot, hard and sticky as he pumped between my legs, ass crack and balls. As he talked about how good I felt he played with my nipples, first softly as I moaned a bit, then rougher as my breath and moans deepened. I was totally letting go as I felt his cock rubbing my crack and approaching my asshole. As I moaned he started sucking on my back, then biting softly. I knew my ass was wet and ready but where was John? Around the time I was contemplating how long I could wait, I noticed John at our bedroom window looking in. He nodded at me. Permission? So as Jean Claude’s cock started pushing on my hole, he said “let me just stick the head in and he’ll never know. I know you want it. Beg me for it.” So I did. Then he sucked my back hard and chewed on my skin. As I moaned, I let him inside me. “Oh baby, you’re so wet. You feel so good. How’s your husband going to feel if he walks in and finds me inside you?” He pumped my hole softly, just his head inside. As he sucked, bit and tweak my nipples, I pushed back more and more. His cock felt so amazing. So big, hot. Burning my hole as he pumped me gently. As gently as he was inside me. He was so rough on my back, biting and chewing on my skin. He said he needed to be inside of me all the way now. “Fuck John? Where is he” Jean Claude said as I watched John through the blinds in our back parking lot. I said no as he bit me hard now and did the exact opposite of my word. With no self control, I push all the way back on his fat cock. I heard him gasp and moan as I rocked on his meet. He asked me to stop or he’d explode. He held my hips tight as he sucked on my back. Our body’s were connected and on fire down below and we were silent like that for 5 minutes. 5 minutes of his hard cock inside me full of blood and heat to its maximum girth. Finally he started rocking gently again. He sucked and bit me as he spoke in French, soft, whimpering. I was so satisfied in my own head as I occasionally watched John touch himself through the window. A few minutes later he said he couldn’t wai....and bit down hard as he dumped his thick load inside of me. I barely touched myself before I came all over the bed as he nibbled, tweaked and finished Cumming in my hole. He pulled out just as John came in the room. “Sorry I took so long.” Jean Claude nervously announced it was late and he had to go. As he rushed out, John got undressed and replaced Jean Claude in the same position. As he fucked me, you could hear sounds of juices and wetness between us. John looked at what appeared to be, then proved to be later, bite marks and big deep purple love bites on my back and neck. He was shocked I wasn’t hurting but he smelled them and licked them and bit them as he fucked me harder than Jean. John almost proving I was his as he pumped his load inside of me and called me his pig.  He wouldn’t let me cum. He asked me questions about how I felt having Jean fuck me alone. As we talked about what we both experienced, he fucked me again, on top this time, looking in my eyes. He was excited by how overcome by passion I get that I so easily lose all control and allow someone to use me anyway they want to. He said he was going to sell tickets to fuck me someday and see how many loads I will take before I’d had enough. As I thought about how hot that would be, totally used up with cum gushing from me, John pushed my legs up over my head as I jerked off, he pulled out and we both came on my face. We ended the night sharing our cum together in deep kisses. Do you think Johns fantasy of a gang bang ever happened?  

That night was with us for at least a month, when the marks on my back finally healed. Then Jean Claude was just a memory.