Piece

For a split second, the sight of his dick excited me. The saliva in my mouth went from a soaking wet rainstorm in the rainforest to cottonmouth dry in the second I thought about it a bit more. He was very big, yes – FREAKSHOW CIRCUS BIG – more inches and girth than I could have ever dreamt about in a million years. And the fact that he was real, and it was real and right before my very eyes the whole thing even more surreal.

I grew up with Mathias. We weren’t the best of friends even though we had our moments in the sun throughout the seasons. We happened to live our lives and go our separate ways after graduation, and I went without him ever crossing my mind again. We were no longer connected to the same neighborhood, no longer attached to the same fabric. Even when I went back home, I never inquired about him. He didn’t even come into mind.

Then one day, as I was flipping through the alternative paper, The Grunge, a local rag featuring artists and the creative freaks around town, there he was with a third of a column discussing his tumultuous musical career. The reports were that he joined a local band, an eclectic hip-hop ensemble. It did okay, nothing big time just a few local dives around the city. I tried to find them, to check them out at one of the spots they were rumored to have played. No such luck. Apparently, there was a serious lag time between when the article was written and when the article was published because by the time the column went to press, the group had disbanded. Mathias changed into some funky clothes and branched off into a solo singing career. That never got far either. He was signed to a major record company, but his career was not catered to well by the label as it should have been. When he found out the real reason why, that the label was far more focused on their platinum rap stars than their R&B crooners, rather than beat the company at their own game, Mathias instead chose to join them by touring behind his popular label mate, infiltrating his entourage until he became a part of the top brass.

That was where I found him finally, sitting alone at the bar inside of a very trendy hotel drowning away his day. He was still the youthful-looking nerdy Clark Kent I remembered. He tried to sell me on the dream that he had changed from that boy into a man by sporting a trimmed bush around his mouth. Even so, to me, Mathias still looked the same old same old except with a bit more money lining his pockets, something that came off more like brash confidence than chic arrogance. Once he saw who I was, even that stripped away his Superman bravado.

We talked for about a couple of hours, with him heading up the discussion telling me everything I just told you. We exchanged numbers and parted ways, knowing that our conversation wasn’t going to go beyond our last gin and tonic.

Six months later, perhaps ten, Mathias called me out the blue. He claimed it was by accident. That he must’ve programmed his newest phone with my number under his other friend’s name. After apologizing for the mistake, he was telling me that he was trying to get in touch with his friend to ask him if he wanted some tickets to go to the concert that featured his label mate, Cyclone, the rapper. I guess that was my cue to ask for the tickets myself. But failing to see the perks of knowing someone who knew someone famous and as good looking as the rapper, I thought I had a better chance of being with him by jacking off to a magazine photo featuring his ripped tatted-up body.

“Not a fan, huh,” Mathias spat, after long breaks of silence.

“Sure.” I said, grabbing my dick thinking about the rapper. “I thought you were trying to call your friend to give him the tickets.”

“I can give them to you just the same as I can give them to him.”

“Cool,” I grinned, letting him trail off into the intricate details about how I was to retrieve them.

The concert was off the chain! It was like wrestling and softcore porn meshed into one with gorgeous well-sculpted men drenched heavy in sweat hopping around on stage rapping about all sorts of suggestive things that made every man, gay or straight, sport a proud hard-on in that arena.

I was ready to hit the club afterwards and find a man to help me unleash my lustful desires. If not, disappointingly start what would be the first of many jerk-off sessions to this wonderful event. But as I was practically dry humping this man with an incredibly firm high booty in front to his so-called girlfriend as we tried to crowd out of the building, Mathias cupped me by the shoulder and led me backstage.

Security alone kept my dick on brick. I could have fucked all those beefy bastards and left even hornier than I came. If that wasn’t enough, there were scores of other gorgeous men coupled and caressed by beautiful women, obviously groupies. I engaged in a few conversations with some of the mean-mugging bouncers, scoring a couple of numbers on the sly. I was making full use of the spread when Mathias introduced me to Cyclone in passing. Cyclone looked me up and down with his shirtless self, mentioning that Mathias had told him about me, growing up and all sorts of shit I’d forgotten. Cyclone then asked if I was tagging along with them.

I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t have time to ask as I was being ushered into one of a bevy of Hummer limos taking us around to various clubs, scoring free drinks being a member of his crew for the night. I was just getting into the groove of this club-hopping business when we ended back up at their hotel where scores of sophisticated groupies calmly scattered throughout the lobby waiting on the star. While Cyclone and some of his crew members headed off to their suites with a handful of them. Mathias and I sloshed down the other end of the hall back to his room.

He too had a luxury suite, equipped with a sofa and a stunning view of the city skyline that were often only shown in one of those frou-frou magazines. It was nice, extremely nice. I tried to thank Mathias for the night. He tried being humble, saying that it was the label’s doing and that he was just the middleman helping to orchestrate it all.

“Still,” I smiled in amazement, sipping on more alcohol from the mini fridge off the sofa. “You made the shit happen, man.”

“Yeah,” he simpered. “I’m glad you enjoyed the night.”

Without much thought, being I was buzzed, I started caressing my dick through my jeans relaying to him it that it would be nice if we could finish off the beautiful night with something to smoke.

Like a soldier, he came through with some weed, claiming it was some of the finest shit on the market. He claimed it toppled most of the stuff that came out of the Netherlands. It smoked smooth and was quite good; taking me up on a high that was effortless and indulgent.

“Damn, that shit is tight! I should’ve added getting some head to the mix, too.” I joked but not joked, feeling my hard stick and its honey drip slick my undies.

Out of nowhere, Mathias mumbled he could use some dick to toke on for awhile.

This put a huge smile on my face, not getting the faintest of vibes all night that he got down, too. I got more energy off the security guard than I did him.

“Well, c’mon, then, this could be our lucky day!” I undid my jeans and sprawled my arms on the back the sofa.

“Damn, the dick’s already ready.” Mathias chuckled nervously at my long seamless black dick arching out of my lap.

“Like the damn Washington Monument.” I said, sleepy-eyed. “Why don’t you bring your mouth on over here and treat it like a lollipop!”

Mathias slowly fell to his knees, licking the underbelly of the shaft and then the head. With the night view before me, I got my tired ass up off the sofa and took the party over to the ceiling-to-floor windows. If I had been sober, I would have been scared at the open view or using my hands as a balance against it. But being drunk and high, neither of that bothered me, especially after he started sucking on my thinly-veined dick. Mathias bobbed up and down as he was going for apples in a barrel, or in this case a banana off a tree. His mouth felt like two pillows on my dick, wrapping his throat around my piece as he had my balls cradled in his pointy chin.

“Oh shit!” I mumbled regretfully. “Oh, no…shit!”

I shot off like a cannon in his sweet mouth, unable to hold back or give any kind of real warning with the slow response of overcoming both the weed and alcohol.

“Shit!” I sighed, recuperating from the ball-draining and feeling good on an even higher cloud with his throat closing and opening to swallow my load.

Even when I was done, Mathias was not, holding on to every last drop and then doing me the courtesy of using his mouth to finish me off of any remaining drop or residue.

“Damn, that’s some fucking skills!” I huffed, opening my eyes to find Mathias squatting on his knees, reaching between his legs and jacking off. “I can take care of that if you want me to.”

“For real,” Mathias said cool with the program.

“Yeah, I got to show my appreciation for tonight.” I smirked. Unsure if I was going to be able to keep my concentration on giving him head being so sleepy and intoxicated and sleepier after my post-oral nut.

“Cool.” Mathias stood up.

I fell to my knees like a sack of potatoes, took control of his dick like it was nothing. He wasn’t as big as me, but being he was clean and cut made it worthwhile being that I sometimes had cheese built up on mine. And I wasn’t a fan of the taste like some foreskin lovers.

What got me though was my abandon. Although we were on the sixtieth-something floor, I was still letting the city watch me suck him off. And while I was glad to do him this solid, other than for the night, the fan in me wanted to be down the hall giving head to the star. I sucked Mathias like I would have sucked Cyclone, if given the chance. And before Mathias could make the dramatic moans to orgasm, the door of his room flew open and about fifteen or so men piled in. They looked like they were cropped out of some masculine black muscled porn with a couple of brown brothers in the fray along with an incredibly ripped white guy and a tall yellow guy that also looked like he was fresh from a muscle mag modeling shoot.

“What the fuck?” I spat wiping the spittle of smeared dick off my face.

“Ah, the perk of being part of an entourage,” Mathias offered with a goofy smile, looking down at me.

“We’re cool, bruh,” one guy noted.

“Yeah, we’re just trying to join in on the party, man,” the white guy playfully shouted.

“Cool.” I said. “As long as you brought plenty of condoms, we can party ‘til the break of dawn.”

“Of course, baby,” the first guy said with a large clear fishbowl filled to the brim with black wrappers. “We got the condoms black and that real good lube by the gallons.”

“Shit, you came here ready to do the damn thing, huh?”

“You’re cool with this?” Mathias asked.

“Shit yeah!” I said lowly, leisurely licking his dick seductively. “I’m just that kind of freak, man. Besides, every one of those motherfuckers are a looker except for that one, but I bet he’s got the best dick in the room.”

“You ain’t never lied, bruh,” Mathias beamed.

“Y’all just come out of your clothes while I take care of my boy just like he took care of me earlier.” I commented, mildly regretting I wasted my first load on Mathias.

I sucked and damn near choked trying to get the singer off, receiving both taunts and cheers from the other guys in the room. A couple of guys daringly made their way over to us, so while I was sucking off Mathias, I had two other dicks I had to palm in front of the window.

Once I got Mathias good to go, I took one dick after another, inhaling the different fragrances of man-funk that each had to offer. “Damn, you got that fire head.”

“No doubt,” I pulled off and responded favorably.

I sucked off the second guy but not the third. He was the one I really wanted to get with, but by then my knees was killing me. I told him we had to move it over to somewhere else. He was cool with it, considering it gave him the chance to literally be on my ass with his huge dick riding my crack.

He felt better than sex itself that way. His other friend, who was hairless except for around the eyes–not to be left out of the mix–grabbed me by my teats and led me over to the king-sized bed. When they got me over there, another one of his friends began tonguing them while another guy started sucking my renewed hard dick.

Before long, I was covered in hands and other body parts. So much so I could no longer make out any parts of my own anatomy. I was being pushed and pulled. Pushed to the bed, then pulled back up off it until these strong forceful hands pushed me down on the bed and brought my ass back up, pressing his dick under mine with his pubes crushing my hole making it twitch and wet with anticipation.

I wanted to look back and see who was doing this to me, but I didn’t for my own good. I didn’t want to be intimidated by the number and the size of the men I were fated to take care of. Yet, without even trying, I could make out the tight crowd of men in the mirror above the bed and with my face brought back so another man could position himself for some head from me, I got a quick glimpse of the man behind me in the mirrored headboard.

I recognized him. He was one of the cute bodyguards I was talking to earlier, with the fluttering bulge in his pants that let me know if he wasn’t on the clock….

His name was Antonio. I think?

Antonio started fingering my hole with cold lube as I sucked off this random guy treating my throat like a masturbation sleeve with his thrusts and hand holding the back of my head controlling the speed. I snorted and gurgled and loved every minute of it, taking the time to cater his balls. Antonio pulled back for a minute and then started fingering my ass with two fingers as he’d announced he put on a condom.

“Time for me to bust this cherry for the night,” Antonio growled, bringing my ass back closer to him. He had me suspended in angst with the tip of his condom dancing across my anxious hole. “You ready pimp?”

“Yeah, dude,” I managed to mouth coming off the man in my mouth for a second. “Are you?”

“Ain’t like dude got much of a choice,” the guy’s whose dick I was sucking said to Antonio, slapping my mouth back onto his erect genitalia.

“Ain’t that the truth!” Antonio chuckled, grabbing me by my waist and tried throwing his dick up in me like it was nothing. “Damn, baby boy, you’re tighter than a mug!”

 

You thought otherwise? I thought, gripping my hole tighter against his invading dick hoping to embarrass him with his friend by forcing him to come sooner than he expected. I thought I had him, but it turned out Antonio had me jabbing me all proper-like, having me squirm against his hard dick. Soon enough, I was fiendish for the thing, throwing my ass back against him as he grabbed me by my shoulders and had me bouncing off his lap like a pogo stick. It felt good, especially since it took away any effort from the dude I was sucking off. Which meant all that was left for him to do was to aim his dick at my open mouth while Antonio did the rest for us.

“Ah, man,” the owner of the dick in front of me grumbled, holding onto the back of my head once again, and doing everyone the courtesy of bellowing his load in my hair and forehead.

This, or the idea of this, must have really done it for Antonio because he started pumping me hard and rough with the thick lube easing the brunt of his violent fuck. He was so in his own zone that nobody climbed in the bed in front of me, knowing it would’ve just been too much for me.

“I’m about to get that nut, baby boy. Let me get that nut! Aw, damn!” Antonio started shooting into his black condom planted firmly in my ass.

Antonio was the first to tag this ass that night, but certainly not the last as I engaged in a blur of acrobatics, with this person and that person in this position and that position sucking and fucking, getting ate out, and even in a couple of cases double penetration. That required a bit more weed to enjoy along with spine-tingling kisses up and down my slick sweaty body. The thing that took me over the edge was the constant “thank yous” I received from the various men in the room every time some dude busted a nut and discarded their condom.

I had gotten hemmed up by the whole room at least once with several repeats including Antonio who had me on my back screaming his name, calling him Daddy and Big Poppa at random, claiming my ass as his alone as one dude tried sucking me off in the tight space between belly and crotch. I tried getting him up off me as I gyrated my thighs against the big man fucking me, who didn’t need an ounce of help doing his thing.

“Aw, fuck me, man, Daddy,” I growled beginning to lose my battle to my fourth orgasm of the night to the large bucking bronco on top of me.

Antonio was fucking me like it was his last day on earth, like he hadn’t gotten off anytime that century with his dick swimming in my exposed hole and balls drumming against its door.

“Oh, c’mon, dawg,” I screamed, noticing that my voice carried through the room as if we were the only two still left in there.

He grabbed my ankles pushing them into the air and started fucking me harder until I had another load to get loose. I guess that was all it took for him because he started muttering, pulled out, and pulled off his condom to show a small load that he rubbed against the inside of my thighs.

I was so tired by then that by the time he let go of my legs and they hit the bed, I fell asleep.

I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but I do remember the sun coming up by the time I finished off Antonio, though. And it was still out when the star attraction stood before my cum-drenched body in all his naked glory. With so many men in the room, it didn’t even occur to me that the reason we were all brought together was because of the rapper.

And there he was.

For a split second, the sight of his dick excited me despite the many I already taken before. Then the saliva in my mouth went bone dry the second I saw what I saw. Cyclone was very big, bigger than big. His dick was like freak show circus big with more inches and girth than I could have ever thought one human being could tote on one frame, and the fact that he was real and this was realer than real was more than an idea I could actually chew on.

“I know I got a big dick, son,” Cyclone growled with a sinister grin. “That’s why I had my boys stretch you out so I can get some of that good asshole for myself.”

I froze. I didn’t mind the fucking. I just had a problem with the dick that I had to fuck. My mind went back to an ad I saw in one of those fuck catalogs, advertising a massive black dong for novelty purposes only. It wasn’t crazy enough to be fucked with unless somebody was crazy enough to fuck it. And even with the sea of dick I took, he was just too much.

“As much as I want to handle you just to say that I did, there is no way I can handle that lead pipe, partna,” I conceded sore in bed.

“Sure, you can. Mind over matter, bruh. Mind over matter.”

Cyclone climbed over to the bed with his elephantine hung leading the way.

“Talk to the mic, motherfucker,” Cyclone snarled grabbing his dick and thumping it against my mouth like a hard slap.

While my mind said no, my whorish body pumped with cock gave the go-ahead as I barely got the head of his dick passed my lips, which was a sore defeat given that I was popping big dick in my mouth like a pill popper. Since I couldn’t do much with his dick as a whole in my mouth, I focused strictly on his cumhole, licking the sweet nectar that was steadily dripping from it.

It gave me new life, working his dick over the best I could until I was lying on my side.

“Got that nice proper bubble butt, I see,” Cyclone commented, slapping the side of my thigh and butt cheeks covered in dried deposits.

I tried to ignore him, hoping I could make him come with my mouth alone, making him forget about my ass.

“I know what you’re trying to do, son,” Cyclone said about ten minutes later. “I’m going to get up in that ass and rock your world.”

I tried pulling off, but he told me it wasn’t going to make much of a difference and that I needed to focus on one task at a time.

I did, nervously pondering how in the hell was I going to get all of that back there!

I was enamored with sucking his dick when he told me he was ready for some ass. Knowing what he knew, he surprised me by bringing my knees back to my ears and eating me out like the last supper. He was tonguing my hole like it was going out of style, had me accidentally begging for it.

“Fuck me. Oh, fuck me, motherfucker!”

Without skipping a beat, Cyclone had slipped on a magnum and some lubed that he worked into me along with some anal desensitizer. As he aimed that third leg against my hole, I felt betrayed by my exhausted body when it gobbled up and expanded around his slick dick. Even with the amount of dick I had already taken, I felt as if I was being stretched incredibly wide by this one. I only thought I was being split in two before. He didn’t care, slowly building up to get his the way he wanted it. My hole and my body were shaking with every ramming thrust. The surprising part was it didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it should. It was so hot, and I was so turned on that I couldn’t believe I was feeling another load stir. I was open, yet I felt stuffed lusting for more of his dick to pound into me.

Cyclone looked at me and grinned, certain he had me. He knew what he was doing and knew that he did it well, as my hole gave into each wave of pleasure more and more.

“Fuck me!” I howled with him taxing my poor ass for everything it was worth. “Oh, gawd!”

“Yeah, son, yeah!” Cyclone shouted mercilessly. “Give me some more of this good ass, son!”

It felt as if my hole was no longer my hole, just a tool for him to use that I happened to enjoy by chance as he looked at me looking back at him on top of me in the mirror. He was plowing and screwing, just having me there to take it.

“I’m about to come!” Cyclone broadcasted very much in control, breathing huskily without an inkling he was out of breath.

I was touching the sides of his contracting abs, waiting for that moment, and before I knew it, he shoved the length of his entire dick inside of me. And I automatically shot a small bead of a load before he killed my ass over the next five minutes or so.

“Oh, shit!” Cyclone bellowed. “I’m about there, pimp. I’m about to get it in!”

He sunk his dick back into me, deeper than he had gone before. He collapsed on top of me, panting for dear life. After a minute or two, he came back up, still inside of me and kissed me on the side of my neck and jaw.

“Damn, baby, boy,” Cyclone smirked letting me know he came to completion before he pulled out. “You got some nice ass on you, too…and a nice piece as well.”

There was a lingering silence between the two of us as he pushed off of me and got his clothes back on, claiming he was surprised that nobody called hotel security about the loud noise we’d made.

“You should think about joining my entourage. It comes with a nice big perk.”

“No doubt,” I said rolling upright. “The biggest perk I ever had!”