Rodney is a Black muscle God. He stands at 6’4”, is built like a brick shit house with muscles pouring out of every crevice of his body. He sports a close cropped beard and in his early 40’s, contains sprinkles of salt and pepper hairs that only make him appear even more distinguished. His bald head brings out his dark menacing eyes that not only bore through your soul but can sense what you’re thinking before you do.
I met Rodney about 5 years ago. He lives on the other side of the city and we don’t get together very often, but when we do, the sex is truly off the charts.
I failed to mention, the man is very hung. He was gifted a huge cock by his maker. It truly reminds me of Hugo Exxxtreme’s thick club of a dick. That shit knows how to open up a hole and pound it senseless.
One of the things that I can count on when I see Rodney is that he always has the best weed I’ve ever smoked. It goes down so smooth and packs a potent punch. I splurged on a fresh bottle of Pig poppers knowing I’d be spinning out after a few hits of his joint.
Rodney greeted me at his front door in gym shorts and a black wifebeater…well, maybe I should call it a faggotbeater after the night we had.
He pulled me in for a tight hug and when he landed his lips on mine, I could smell and taste the hint of fresh weed on him. He was already hard. I felt his boner poking my thigh.
We dislodged from our embrace and Rodney simply said, “strip for me, faggot”.
I removed my clothes at the door and kept a royal blue Gym jockstrap on to cover my caged dick.
“Do you want me to take this off?”, I asked stupidly.
“No, I don’t need to see that shit”, he grumbled.
I followed him to the kitchen counter.
Rodney pre-rolled me a joint before I arrived.
“Here, smoke this.”
I brought it to my lips and Rodney lit it with his lighter. He watched me intently as I took the first hit.
“Good shit, isn’t it, faggot?”
“Yes Sir”
“Take another long one. I want you fucked up so I can go to town on your pussy.”
“Yes Sir”
I took a deep drag and sucked it in before exhaling, feeling my head already becoming a bit foggy.
“Yeah…that’s it.”
Rodney took the joint from me, took a hit and handed it back to me, signaling for me to do another one. We went back and forth a couple of more times before the entire joint had been enjoyed.
Oh yeah, my hole began to tingle. I was ready. I needed dick.
Rodney pulled his shorts off right then and there. They fell to his ankles.
I grabbed the poppers from the countertop and placed them in the palm of my hand.
“Yeah, I know you want this dick now baby. Take a hit and suck my dick.”
I opened the cap and enjoyed the first deep hit. Ooohhh fuck I was feeling so good.
I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the head of that thick anaconda and several more inches, feeling my throat open and a need to take in more. It was as if my jaw had unhinged and his velvety rigid meat slipped further down inside my gullet, satiating my hunger for his throbbing cock.
Rodney grabbed onto the sides of my head and slowly rocked his hips back and forward, encouraging me to take it all in.
“Fuck yeah”, Rodney groaned in absolute bliss. “Your throat is fuckin’ awesome faggot”.
Rodney snatched the poppers out of my hand, opened the cap and shoved the bottle under my nose while holding his cock steady , impaled into my throat. One finger closed my nostril.
“Take a deep hit, bitch”, he commanded.
Then we repeated for the other nostril.
My head was literally swimming. I barely noticed Rodney taking several deep hits of his own. Lost in his poppers-rush. He snatched my head like a basketball and went to town, deep dicking my throat, causing me to slobber sloppily all over my chin, dripping down my chest.
I was overwhelmed and overcome by a deep desire to breathe in the strong musky fumes streaming off Rodney’s thick dark bush. I shoved all of his inches down my throat and buried my nose.
“Yeah, breathe it in faggot. This what a man smells like. You wouldn’t know, bitch”.
I was intoxicated by the stimulation. The degradation was turning me on just as much as the masculine scent I was inhaling.
Rodney’s balls were hanging there below my chin. They looked full and intimidating and I wanted to taste them. Somehow I unlatched my jaw from Rodney’s dick meat and opened wide. His entire nut sack fell into my throat.
“Oh man, you’re so hungry today, fag. A little weed and you turn into a hungry whore. Yeah, that’s what I like. Let me get some of that ass.”
Rodney manhandled me, pulling me from my knees by the shoulder and led me to his bedroom. Then he literally threw me into his queen bed. His hands pulled my hips toward to edge, on my knees, back arched.
I heard Rodney take more sniffs and then he pushed the bottle over to me. I didn’t even get to finish inhaling when I felt his wet tongue swipe over my sensitive folds.
Rodney was slurping loudly at my back door. My eyes rolled up into their sockets. That tongue sent wondrous sensations throughout my body, leaving me tingling.
I reached back and pulled my butt cheeks apart, prying them wide and Rodney responded by pushing his face in further. No doubt his beard was slathered in his own saliva.
After at least fifteen minutes of ass munching, Rodney flipped me on my back and spin me around so my head was hanging over the side of the mattress.
“Get my dick wet so I can fuck your pussy good. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it faggot? So I can use your pussy hole?”
“Mmmhmmmm” I mumbled with a mouthful of beautiful dick.
Rodney was aggressively thrusting in and out of my throat, no hesitation, knowing I had the cocksucking prowess to take it.
Satisfied I’d amply lubed his bricked cock, I was spun like a bottle on my back.
“Hold your legs up nice and wide for me, faggot. I’m gonna wreck this pussy up now, hell yeah! Spread that ass for this big dick!”
Rodney and I locked eyes as his turgid hardon slid inside me, using my own spittle as lube. There was something turning on about that, Rodney using his prick to push my own bodily fluid back inside of me.
My lips formed a large “O” and I whimpered softly, my eyes grew large. Rodney threw me an evil grin and nodded his head up and down.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuccckkk yessss”, he hissed.
Then his eyes closed and his hips began to move, his cock probed my innards.
Rodney pushed me upward on the mattress and joined me on the bed, his body now hovering and hulking over mine. I placed my arms around his neck and Rodney’s face was an inch from mine.
Moments later, Rodney’s tongue pushed through my lips and I felt devoured by him. His sweat-soak chest pressed against mine and we intertwined ourselves, man and faggot, giver and receiver, dominant and submissive.
I felt my own spooge brewing in my balls, like molten lava ready to spew. I could sense the wet spot forming in the pouch of my jock.
Rodney relentlessly pounded out my hole, we continued to swap tongues and lock lips. I moaned over his tongue, feeling myself grow more limp and helpless under his strong and superior body.
Rodney broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, “you like my big dick in your pussy faggot?”
“Yes Sir”
“Yeah, you want me to wreck your pussy, faggot?”
“Yes please”
Rodney reached for the poppers again and we both took turns taking deep hits. Once the bottle was securely closed and put to the side, Rodney flipped me on my stomach and pried my legs apart. I instinctively pulled my ass apart so Rodney could plant his cock back up inside my hole.
Rodney fell on my back, his fucking was deeper now, hitting my p-spot directly. I was truly grunting every time his cock took a pass, feeling my balls churn even more.
“You’re such a good faggot, a good pussy boy. Get you high and poppered up, just the way I like it. Your pussy is wide open for my big cock. You like taking my big dick like a whore faggot?”
“Oh yes!”, I yelled.
“You like being my pussy boy, bitch?”
“Yes Sir”
“Feel my big dick up in the pussy, faggot? Wrecking that fucking hole?”
“Yes”
Rodney reached under my groin and squeezed my cage and my balls in his left hand. His grip growing harder by the second.
“Fucking faggot can’t touch your dick. Hehehe. I can feel your clit leaking, faggot bitch. My big dick making you leak?”
“Mmm hmmm”
“Huh, what was that bitch?”
“Yes Sir.”
“”Yes Sir what?”
“Your big dick is making my clit leak, Sir.”
“That’s right it is.”
I swear I was about to cum, I tried grinding my cock in the palm of Rodney’s hand. Rodney’s fingers snuck into the pouch and pulled out my balls which were high and tight. In one swift motion, he yanked them hard, ruining my impending orgasm.
“No, no, no”, he whispered into my ear. “Only one of us gets to cum tonight, faggot, and it ain’t you.” Then he laughed in my face.
I knew the chances of me busting a nut was unlikely going in, so I can’t I was devastated. It just made my sexual appetite grow even more intense. Rodney watched my facial expression, maybe looking for me to beg him to allow me to release, but I’d known from prior experiences, that’s a losing battle.
I pushed my ass up to take in more dick. I wanted to be split in two, dicked down to a frenzy as it were. Determined not to act disappointed in any way, refocusing my efforts completely on him.
“Holy fuck!”, Rodney screamed into my ear. “Your pussy is swallowing up my big dick! Fuck yeah, eat my dick with your pussy, faggot.”
I grunted and grinded back hard, twerking my butt back, tightening the grip. Feeling that plumped up pipe up in my guts was fucking fantastic.
Rodney lifted himself up from off my back and pressed his palm down into the center of my back and completely took over this fuck.
Rodney gave me the full brunt of his cock, no holding back, a fuck rivaling some of the hardest fucks I’d ever taken.
He sure did stop talking now. Driven to fuck the living daylights out of me and bring himself to orgasm. I felt his sweat flying across my back. He hand moved from my back and now both his hands dug into my buttocks, using them to balance himself.
I could feel his hard fuck stick engorge slightly thicker. His breathing became more erratic, the grunts now more deliberate and reaching a crescendo.
“I’m gonna seed this pussy! Fuck yeah! Gonna breed this pussy now fucking faggot! Fucking empty my balls in your pussy hole! Oh here it fucking comes bitch! Take my fucking load!”
One last hard slam into my pussy and could feel Rodney’s cock convulsing, pulsing out the seed straight out of his balls. Rodney collapsed onto my back and I felt his heart beating fast as his cock continued blasting off, filling me with his essence. I gently squeezed my sphincter to facilitate the emptying of his nuts. I’d was inseminated no doubt. It was a voluminous spillage. I worked hard to get the ultimate reward.
I, too, was coming down from Rodney’s climax. It was very physical and taxing to serve as his bottom faggot.
Rodney breathed heavily, his cheek rested on my shoulder, his fingers stroked my cheek.
I could feel Rodney’s cock softening and since my pussy was so wet and sloppy from that gusher of cum, it fell out naturally taking a river long with it that slipped down my taint onto the sheets.
“Fuck that was some good pussy”, Rodney whispered.
“Yeah”, I said, some good dick, too.”
“Yeah, your pussy happy now, faggot?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Mmmm, yeah it is. You know I like beating up your pussy. You can come here any time and I’ll take good care of your pussy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Get you good and high, then fuck your pussy up. I know that’s what you like.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Fuck!”, Rodney shook his body and rolled off of me.
“I gotta get to bed. You gotta go.”
In seconds Rodney was out cold. I dressed quickly and quietly, feeling his load sloshing inside of me.
I slipped out the front door doing the walk of shame back to my apartment knowing full well my sweatpants were completely soaked in the back from the oozing load I’d just taken.
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