It had been almost three whole months since I last saw Rodney. It was no secret I wasn’t the only white boy in his stable, and I’m sure he was out there breeding them whenever the mood struck. I wanted back in to his rotation. For whatever reason I’d spent most of the summer taking fists and I was ready to get back to some good old fashioned dicking. Rather than go hunting for an unknown, unproven, dick, I knew with Rodney, there would be no disappointment and my faggot needs would be met.
“Hey what u up to?”, I texted late in the afternoon on a Wednesday.
“Hey, working til 5”
“You free at 8?”
“Yeah, come over. I got some good shit you’re gonna like. Bring poppers.”
“Yeah, see you then.”
Rodney didn’t do hard drugs, his preference was good weed. He always had good weed, so I was intrigued by his “good shit”, and couldn’t wait to find out for myself.
I practically skipped home I was so elated I was gonna see Rodney, my King. Truly, if there was such a title to bestow onto him, he would be the Ebony King of my city. With a dick like his, and the way he used it, multiple cummer, incredibly good looking, he oozed masculinity and also smelled musky. In my eyes he was just perfect.
I had a few hours before I was going to see him, so I decided to take my time while cleaning out. I took a nice 10mg gummy, gathered up some toys and lube, some poppers, and enjoyed playing in my hole, knowing that soon enough a real man’s nine inch dick was gonna fuck me good.
One of the benefits of playing with Rodney is that he lived close enough to walk. I didn’t have to worry about driving while intoxicated, or calling for a ride. It’s less than 10 minutes door to door. I swear that God is good to me because I know it was some sort of divine intervention that created this wonderful reality for me.
Typically, Rodney leaves his front door unlocked for me and this time it was no different. As soon as I walked in I could smell the aroma. I saw the back of his bald head in the living room, on his recliner, the large tv screen on the wall playing a Voya scene of Ryheim Shabazz and his Black buddies using a white slut who looked like he was in complete ecstasy taking two dicks up his ass at once on his back while sucking on another one in front of his face.
I stripped by the door down to my jockstrap. For the occasion, it was a brand new one that I bought online, a classic white with a three inch waistband. The pouch fit snugly over my caged cock.
I walked over towards Rodney. His legs were spread and he was stroking his cock in one hand and the other hand had a lit blunt that he’d just put between his lips. He nodded towards me while inhaling and passed it over to me.
He exhaled.
“Try this good shit then blow me.”
I took the blunt from him and took a big hit which made Rodney laugh.
“Slow down faggot, you don’t need to do that. I told you this was some good shit.”
I could tell Rodney was right because it was very powerful right away and within minutes my head was already swirling.
“Where’s those poppers?”
I placed them in his hand and took to my knees.
Rodney put the blunt out in the ashtray on the side table next to us and clasped his hands behind his head. I looked up and admired the view. Heaving, hairy pecs, that studly bearded face, those dark menacing eyes, the look of expectancy, like he deserved to be blown by faggots like me. I couldn’t help myself, my hands roamed across his chest and my nose took a deep hit of armpit funk. The weed already made me so inhibited I just followed my instincts. My tongue swiped across the coarse pit hair and Rodney gave a gentle, light, moan. He was also feeling the effects of his weed.
I thought he was gonna bark at me to get on his dick but no, he let me continue goon out in his pit, the taste and smell almost made me cream my jock. I held onto Rodney’s flexed bicep and then I swiped downward and took his nipple into my mouth, giving a gentle bite and I flicked my tongue over it.
My free hand wrapped around Rodney’s throbbing erection. It was already slick, it was obvious that Rodney used some lube that was next to the ashtray while he was stroking.
Foreplay was over. Rodney pushed my head down to his crotch.
“Open up, faggot. Suck my dick.”
Rodney took two big hits of poppers and then brought it down to my nose so I could get some. Rodney wasn’t stupid. He knew getting me fucked up would only make me suck him better.
My throat opened quickly. No gag relfex. I swallowed all nine inches until my chin rested on his balls and my nose was entrenched in his thicket of pubic hair. Rodney’s hands pressed my head downward while his hips bucked upward. Then his hands wrapped around each side of my head and I loosened my neck. Rodney used my throat like a fuck toy, bobbing my head over his cock up and down, up and down, until I was dizzy.
Rodney stopped to light up the joint again, took a hit, gave me a hit after I’d caught my breath and wiped the drool from my chin, and put it out.
He pushed me to the side so he could stand up over me, still facing the tv, and once again gripped my head like a basketball. This time he fucked my face. The most obscene noises were coming out me, I groaned, adding an extra vibration over Rodney’s cock which he seemed to enjoy.
“Fuck, I missed this throat! Nobody takes my cock like you do, faggot. I’m gonna cum soon!”
My hands grabbed onto his two mounds of hairy muscled ass flesh and I felt his body above me tensing, his cock deep dicking my skull in all its fullness.
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming faggot! Swallow my fucking nut! Take it!”
Rodney was on his toes, my head held tightly in his grip, ensuring I wasn’t going to back off while his cock jumped in my throat, sending jets of hot cum into my belly. My eyes were so bloodshot and watery. Rodney must have been edging for a while because he usually didn’t cum this fast.
After using my throat, Rodney told me to get us some beers from his fridge.
He put his feet up in the recliner, swigging beer, smoking the rest of the joint, letting me take a couple of hits. The video was still playing…the four Black men gang banging that lucky bottom were now standing over him and cumming all over his face.
“Bet you’d like that, huh?”, Rodney said jokingly.
“Yeah, for sure”, I said in a daze.
“You wouldn’t even know what to do with all that Black dick. Would you faggot!”
“I’d like to try. That looks so hot.”
“Yeah, I know. All my white bitches be wantin’ that. Keep dreamin’. Meantime you can get back on my dick cause it’s the only one you’re getting tonight. Get it nice and hard cause I’m gonna fuck you. Pass me those poppers again.”
I was again on my knees between Rodney’s legs. I saw his hand playing with the remote and soon I could hear cocksucking noises coming from the screen. Rodney swigged the last of the beer, his hands fell to the arms of the recliner and I slowly nursed on the recently spent cock which half-hard was still hanging at over seven inches.
I gave Rodney’s balls a tongue bath and suckled on each nut before opening wide to take them both at once. Rodney always liked it when I swiped my tongue over the base of his sensitive balls and I saw with my own eyes how the blood flowed to his cock, rising slowly for the occasion.
With his now rigid cock right there for the taking, I opened my mouth wide. Rodney took a couple of hits from the brown bottle and gave me some, too. I was once again slobbering all over his cock. It was just as hard as it was when I arrived, which astounded me.
“Sit on my dick!”, Rodney commanded.
I rose up from the carpet, turned around so my back was to his chest, grabbed his slick cock and brought it up to my entrance. I let go as soon as the dick’s head burst past my ring. Rodney grabbed my shoulders and pushed downward. He wanted my ass on his dick and wasn’t waiting.
I watched this young twink sucking Max Konnor’s huge BBC on his knees while I rode Rodney’s cock. Rodney wrapped his arms around my chest and I fell back onto his hairy chest. I raised my legs up into the air, holding on to my ankles. Rodney started fucking up inside me, using my fuck hole exactly how I wanted it. No holds barred, intense, deep and hard.
When the scene on the screen shifted to Max fucking the twink on his back on the sofa, Rodney let go of me and pushed me off of him.
“On your back, faggot!”, he demanded.
Rodney poured more lube on his hard cock, coated it with his fingers, took more hits of poppers, passed the bottle to me, and impaled me again. I wrapped my legs around his back. Rodney kissed me hard while pumping his cock deep inside of me. His tongue explored the depths of my mouth and I felt so devoured in that moment. King Rodney was conquering my fuck hole, claiming it as his, fucking it with reckless abandon. The unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh matched the exact sounds from the sex scene playing out on the big screen. Max Konnor is a fuck machine, but I assure you, King Rodney is too, and he can go several times in one night.
Rodney broke our lip lock.
“Open your mouth!”
Rodney drooled in my mouth and then went back in for another long kiss. I felt the scruff of his beard over my smooth face and it scratched me. I was going to have some serious face burn to explain the next day at work. All this time I was stuffed full of dick.
Rodney wasn’t usually much for kissing but I was sure the pot had something to do with that. He was usually much rougher with me because he knew I liked it and I could handle it.
Just when I thought he was losing his edge, his hand slapped me right across the face.
“Oh fuck!”, I yelled, staring into his eyes.
He did it again.
“Oh yeah!”, I screamed.
He spit in my face and gave me a third slap.
“Fuuuccckk!”, it was so hot being used this way.
Rodney pulled his dick out.
“Spin around, faggot!”
I leaned over the back of the sofa and stuck my ass out.
Rodney slapped it around a couple of times while riding it hard. Beads of his sweat flew across the length of my back. Rodney drilled into me, pounding out my asshole like only he can. I felt my balls rise because I was gonna blow my nut from him repeatedly hitting my p-spot.
“Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck!! Yesss!”, I cried out as my body tightened and my ass gripped and rode Rodney’s cock.
“Use my dick! Yeah! Oh fuck that’s hot!”
Rodney let me drive as his hand slapped my ass over and over allowing me to get myself off without even touching myself. It was mindblowing because I’d been locked up for quite some time and hadn’t cum in awhile. My ears were ringing and the pouch of my jock was soaked and sticky. It was a very intense orgasm for sure.
Rodney didn’t give me even a second to savor the afterglow, his hands found my shoulders and his cock hammered away, blowing out my ass. I bowed down unto my King like a loyal subject, allowing full ownership. I just screamed out, “BREED ME!”
“Arrrrrrrrggghhhh! Uhhhhhhhh, grrrrrrrrrr! I’m gonna fuckin’ blow my nut right up your ass, faggot! Fucking take it! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Grrrrrrrrrr!”
For a second time Rodney used one of my holes to get himself off that night. He didn’t hold his cock inside me like he’d done so many times. He continued banging me out, building up a cummy froth on his cock.
Rodney abruptly pulled out and my hole started making obscene noises.
“Turn around”
Rodney pointed at his cum covered cock and I cleaned it off like a Hoover. I made sure to lick off any stray seed from his balls and pubes. Such a sweet taste that made my tongue come alive.
I happened to notice that Max Konnor had also shot his nut inside that poor twink’s hole. The poor blonde lad was practically in tears after Max showed him what taking BBC was all about.
“You need to go?”, Rodney asked.
“Why? You want me to stay?”
“Who the fuck are you talking to? I asked you a fucking question, answer it.”
“No, I can stay.”
“Good, get me another beer and I’m gonna roll us another one. If you’re lucky I’ll give you more dick, hehe.”
As I walked to the kitchen to get us another round of Coors, Rodney was once again looking for a good interracial video on a site called gaymaletube. He landed on a Caio Veyron clip (Sean Ford, Caio Veyron | BoyFriendTV).
He let it roll while I sat on a towel on the sofa , sipping my beer, trying to keep his load inside me, and watching my King go to work, meticulously preparing another thick spliff for us to enjoy. His weed was very strong, it filled the room again with its strong odor.
When he finished rolling, he drank half a beer in one gulp. Watching him grab hold of the bottle and swing it back made me swoon. He set the beer down, put that newly rolled doob between his lips and lit it. I heard the initial crackle. Rodney was so smooth, for him this was an easy hit, the level of coolness is something I’d never achieve.
“Easy”, he said when he passed it to me. “Don’t go so hard this time.”
I placed it in my mouth and tried my best not to go too fast. I inhaled just a little and closed my mouth, keeping the smoke inside as long as I could before letting my breath go.
“That’s it, you got it, bitch.”
I passed it back to him. I noticed how long his fingers were compared to mine. He was bigger than me in every way. I knew he was my Superior, and I revered everything about him.
“What you starin’ at, faggot?”
“Sorry”,
I’d been caught.
“Not like you ain’t never seen me before. You wanna get fucked again you better get down on this dick and quit starin’ at me like some dumb motherfucker. I ain’t got all night, bitch.”
The combination of pot and beer was making Rodney especially hostile. I thought pot was supposed to make you mellow, but that wasn’t the case that night.
“Pass me those poppers again.”
Rodney reached over to the remote and made it a little louder. That bottom, Sean Ford was getting railed real good.
“Fuck, look how that bitch loves taking that big black dick”, Rodney said as I was on my knees in front of him for a third time that same evening. I wish I could live in between his splayed legs for the rest of my life, but that doesn’t pay the bills.
Rodney let me suckle on his cock and balls for the entire duration of that video. He was lighting up, let me take another hit, poppering up, giving me some, too, and when the video ended, he turned the tv off.
“Get up, faggot”
I stood a little perplexed.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“Did I say that, bitch? No, I don’t want you to leave, I want to fuck you in bed, then you can leave. Get your ass up and ready.”
I quick stepped to Rodney’s bedroom and lined my ass up at the edge of the bed, ass up and face down. Rodney was just a few seconds behind. I heard him lubing up his cock.
He slapped his hard cock between my crack and ran it up and down, teasing me. Just when I wasn’t expecting it, Rodney’s finger pressed the bulbous head through my assring and pushed all the way in. I felt a little gush of his prior load drip down my taint.
Rodney pulled both of my arms and held my wrists behind my back. I was completely impaled by his nine inches. Rodney didn’t waste a second. Using his own cum as lube he piston fucked me like a rag doll. My hole was incredibly loose and wet.
One of Rodney’s large hands held my wrists back and the other smashed my head into the mattress. I felt completely immobilized and helpless. It was obvious Rodney was positioning me for his maximum pleasure and wanting to penetrate me deep. My mouth formed a large “O”, because he took my breath away. It was some incredible deep dicking the likes I hadn’t experienced that night until now.
Rodney finally let go of my wrists and although my arms were sore from being strained for so long, I crossed them in front of me and rested my head on its side. I raised my butt up slightly higher, signaling that I was ready for more of King Rodney’s cock.
Rodney’s arm wrapped around my lower torso and his thighs were slapping against the back of mine. Loud, echoing off the walls, hard long strokes followed.
Rodney worked himself into a frenzy. I knew it would take a Herculean effort to get him to cum a third time in less than 2 hours, but he’s done it quite a few times before, so I knew he could. I knew he was getting closer, I could just tell. He pushed me up further towards the headboard, pushed my ass down so I was flat on my stomach, and hovered over me, push-up style. It felt like his cock was a dip stick drilling for oil, but the reality was he was he was reaching for orgasm. He locked my wrists again, one in each hand as he pressed his body on mine. Rodney’s sweaty chest was again dripping all over my back.
“Ohhhh fuuucckk! Tighten that pussy, faggot! I’m gonna bust again!”
I squeezed down hard to make my hole less pliable and Rodney fucked his way right through it.
“Yeah, keep that pussy tight for me, bitch. I’m gonna fuckin’ unload in that tight fuckin’ pussy! Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuckin’ take it faggot! Take my nut! Fuck!”
Rodney’s cock twitched hard inside me, I felt it pulsing and injecting powerful jets of his ball juice, sperming up my guts for a second time that night.
When his orgasm subsided, Rodney rolled on his back after he pulled out and without being told I cleaned his dick off. He was breathing heavy and hard.
“Now you can go, bitch. Lock the door on your way out and turn off the lights.”, he said after catching his breath.
I didn’t bother thanking him or saying good night. Rodney wasn’t into such pleasantries. I was nothing more than a piece of white ass to him, not his buddy.
I rolled off the bed and quietly walked back to the living room to get my bottle of poppers and then I dressed?back into my clothes. I locked the door behind me as I was asked to do.
I wasn’t even 100 feet from Rodney’s building when a huge gush of seed seeped out of my hole and stained the back of my khaki shorts. I felt them sticking to my butt.
It was dark outside, and thankfully, it was late enough where nobody would notice me.
I went home, took my sticky shorts and jockstrap off and laid in bed on a towel, naked. I was still a little buzzed from all that weed, and weed makes me horny, so I fingered myself, scooping out some of King Rodney’s seed to savor its delicious taste. I never once considered removing the cage from my cock. I didn’t have the key anyway. After many years of living mostly locked up, I have come to learn that although my orgasms are less frequent, they are far more intense now than when I was freely jerking off. The build up is very worth the wait.
I feel asleep with a small plug in my ass because I wanted to keep King Rodney’s special sauce inside of me as long as I could. Needless to say, my slumber was perfect that night. I slept like a rock…a happy one at that.
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