Shafting My Girlfriend’s Stylist

“Whatchu mean ‘I gotta go’?” I asked incredulously.

I had been at work, just about to finish my shift and hopefully head home and catch the basketball game, when my girlfriend, Kaleah, called. I sighed, because whenever she called me while I was at work, it was always on some bullshit.

“How much?. . .Seventy dollars? Why didn’t you just pay at the salon?. . .Shit! Alright, alright! Can you calm down? I said alright! Damn!”

I ended the call and sucked my teeth. I loved my girl but sometimes she could be such a fucking bitch! She was lucky that she was a baddie. Plus she cooked (sometimes) and took care of me the way a woman should care for her man (when she felt like it), but all too often I questioned whether it would be better to be single.

Kaleah had just gotten her hair done but her credit card hadn’t worked when she’d swiped. Her debit card didn’t even have seventy dollars on it either, so of course she wanted me to pay. The problem wasn’t paying, nor was it the fact that I had to drive to the ‘burbs to give her stylist, Austin, his money at his house. The problem was that her stylist was a cute effeminate dude, and I was a bisexual man who was very much attracted to cute effeminate men.

Kaleah had no idea I was bi. I had given up men the day I’d decided she was the one. However, over the two years we’d been together, I questioned my decision. Sure, we had ups and downs but way too often I’d had to explain the same damn thing over and over. Way too often had she tried to lock me out of my own apartment when we had a fight after she’d come over for the weekend. However, her most recent sin was the fact that she hadn’t serviced my dick in over two weeks: no pussy, no head, not even a handjob! I was horny as hell and now she was sending me over to a fem dude’s house.

“Fuck!” I cussed as I pulled up in front of the house.

It was a damn nice house too! Perfect picket fence and manicured lawn with lush garden plants along the borders and such. I wondered if he made all his money from his salon, or whether he was pushing some goods on the side. I sighed as I walked up to the door and knocked.

“OK, Carson,” I told myself. “Just drop the money off and go.”

I was thinking about the last time I’d seen the dude, when I’d had to go to the salon with Kaleah a few months back. Dude was everything I lusted after in a man: short, light-skinned and dainty, with soft almost girlish facial features and a fat-ass booty in skinny jeans. I was getting hard when the door opened and I restrained a gasp.

He looked even better than the last time, and up close, I was smitten. He was about five-seven to my six-one; a light butter-cream complexion to my rich milk-chocolate; slender to my muscular-athletic. His eyes were green and his mixed-race curly brown hair cascaded down his shoulders and back. It didn’t help that he was dressed in just a silk robe.

“Hey! Carson, right? Kaleah’s boyfriend?” he greeted, with a smile. Damn, his lips were soft and sexy.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry, here,” I said, handing him the cash. Shit! His hands were soft too; his fingers long and dainty as hell.

“You OK? You look a bit. . .”

“Nah, uh, I’m good.” Why the fuck was I acting like that? Like a fucking virgin; as if I hadn’t had my share of fucking with guys.

“You sure you don’t want a drink? You look thirsty.”

Bingo. I looked into his eyes and saw that sparkle. This man knew what he was doing. I had no doubt he knew that Kaleah hadn’t gotten my dick wet lately (considering how those women gossiped the last time I was there) and now he wanted to rectify what she clearly wasn’t willing to. Shit, I wasn’t about to turn down some good head.

“Sure, whatchu serving?”

“Come in and find out.”

Smooth as fuck. See, that right there was why I’d always enjoyed fucking with dudes. They knew what time it was and how to play the game, and when it came time for action, they never bullshitted around.

I took a seat on his big, deep, comfy candy-pink sofa while he grabbed a glass from the nearby counter and poured it out in front of me. It was strong. Whiskey or something. I didn’t care. I downed that fire-water and felt the burn in my belly.

“Whoo! This is some good stuff!” I noted, with a smile.

“Yeah it is. So, has that got you relaxed and ready?” he asked, sliding his hand over my thigh. I smirked, grabbed his hand and placed it on what he really wanted.

“No need to be shy. We both know what’s about to go down,” I said as he kneaded my swollen rigid dick through my work jeans.

He leaned in and I met him halfway, and all those hot excited feelings rushed through me. There was something special about swapping spit with another dude. He went for it, sucking on my tongue. He was hungry for it, in a way a woman never was. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him over my lap.

He was naked under his robe, his hard dick pushing up over my belly button. I gripped it and squeezed. He had a good six inches; not too thick and circumcised. I ran my hands up under the silky fabric and groped his smooth firm butt-cheeks. I pulled them apart and he leaned forward, inviting me to explore his crack. I found his moist chute and forced my finger inside.

“Oh!”

“Mmm hm!” I moaned between kisses as he started riding my digit. Damn! This man was fucking himself on my finger! My dick throbbed and he grabbed the outline, squeezing it tight.

“I want this,” he said.

“Then get it.”

He slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. He unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, unleashing my big-ass dick; not only long but soda-can thick. Austin’s eyes were wide with amazement, even as he began to lick up along the belly of my raging dick to the head. He licked on the slit and I moaned. I spread my legs wider as he began to suck.

“Shit!”

It had been so long since I’d been sucked off, and it felt amazing having him going in. He was already getting me wet; swirling his hot mouth on the head then bobbing up and down. It was squishy wet and spit began to dribble down my shaft.

“Oh fuck, man! Damn!” I breathed, watching his pretty pink lips slither up and down as he slipped further and further down my thick black schlong, painting it glistening wet and giving me even more pleasure. I gripped the seat and gasped as he nestled his nose in my pubes, my dick completely lodged in his hot wet sucking throat.

“Gotdamn! Shit!” I cussed, my legs trembling.

I craned my head back against the seat as he went in, sucking and slobbing my knob like a true chicken-head but with all the deep-throat skills that only a gay man could have. My dick was so damn wet. My balls were slick and sticky and my pubes were absolutely soaked. I gripped those candy-pink cushions tighter and thrusted my hips upward into his squelching gullet.

“Oooh fuck! Yeah! Damn, you want this nut, huh?”

“Mm hrrrm!” he gurgled.

Damn, he was pretty. I grabbed a fistful of his long curly hair and forced his face down in my crotch faster as I thrusted upward harder, clapping my pubes to his nose and my balls to his chin. He gurgled and gagged but did not resist as I fucked his gullet straight to orgasm.

“ARGH SHIT! AUUUURRGRGGH! SHIT!”

I was blasting cum down his throat and filling his stomach. I pushed my hips up and held them there as I pumped out wave after wave of hot cum. I was backed up but he did not complain as I emptied my balls. I sank down into the seat and he retreated to my dickhead, taking a few deep breaths then sliding all the way down and slurping my dick clean.

“Ooooh shit!” I growled, gripping the cushions again and squirming as he painted and polished my sensitive knob. He sat back and my raging hard dick wagged in mid-air. My initial urge had been satisfied but I was still horny.

“Want my hot pussy riding your dick?” he purred, with a mischievous smirk.

“Fuck yes!”

“Get naked.”

We both stripped and he straddled my lap again, kissing me. I loved how soft and sweet his lips were. He kissed down my chest, sucking my nipples and making me moan. He licked down my belly to my dick then did an athletic turn. I grabbed his slender thighs as he got in ‘69 position’ with me. I pulled his round butter-cream booty to my face and sucked on the moist pink pucker at its center.

“Mmmmmrrrrmmph!” he moaned, his mouth filled with my dick.

I moaned into his ass. He tasted and smelled of coconut and vanilla. His crack was perfectly smooth, not even a bit of stubble grazing my tongue as I licked him from balls to tailbone then stabbed my tongue into his winking chute.

“Mmrrrmm hmmmmm! Mmmmrrrmph!”

“Mmm hm! Slurp! Mmmmmm! Sluurp! Slop!”

I was getting his asshole wet as hell. My spit pooled in the shallow depression of his asshole then dribbled down his taint. He shivered and moaned louder as he sank his throat down my shaft. I sucked on his chute then tongue-fucked him again, getting him even wetter and making his chute gape and wink like mad.

“Fuck! This pussy’s ready,” I noted. “Ready for all this dick?”

“Hell yes!” he panted, peeling his lips away from my dick.

I positioned him on all fours on the couch and knelt behind him. He had his back arched, and his pretty butter-cream booty was tooted up, the buns heart-shaped and smooth. I slapped my dick over them, then humped along the crack, drooling precum as I opened the condom I had fished from my wallet. I kissed my latex-wrapped dickhead to the winking chute then pushed inside.

“Oooooh shit!” I breathed.

His chute was hot, silky and wet. It opened up and let me in then clenched halfway down my shaft. I shuddered, and he moaned, gyrating on my embedded dick. Fuck, what a hole! It was like it was my first time fucking ass again, as I gripped him by the waist and pushed deeper. That silky channel ate my dick until I was buried to the hilt, and his tunnel clamped down firm around the base.

“Oh fuck! Damn!”

“Mmm hm! Your dick is so fucking big, Carson!”

“And it’s all inside you, baby,” I purred.

I held his waist as I began to slide in and out, nice and slow. I loved how silky his chute was. I loved how his pink tunnel ate my entire big chocolate shaft. I moaned as I began to fuck him faster, easily slithering back and forth in his ass. I closed my eyes and fucked, relishing the fleshy pleasure engulfing my dick. He accepted every inch, no resistance whatsoever yet it wasn’t like his ass was an open well. Far from it! His chute gripped my dick on both the instroke and the withdrawal but relaxed just enough so I could fuck him however I wanted.

“Shit! Damn!” I grunted, looking down on my dick punching in and out between his heart-shaped ass-cheeks. “Oh damn!”

“Yes! Fuck me, Carson! I love that dick!” Austin whimpered, as he began to grunt with every thrust as I clapped my pelvis to his buttocks, harder and faster.

Our flesh-slapping filled the room, and I tightened my grip on his waist. That hungry silky tunnel of his was pushing me closer to orgasm with every stroke. I closed my eyes and went in hard and fast, straight-up pounding his guts until I reached climax.

“AURGH SHIT! SHIT! AURGH FUCK, MAN! OOOUUUUUUUHHHHH!”

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” Austin hissed, gyrating on my dick.

I grabbed his waist tight and pulled him down on my shaft, keeping him still as I finished emptying my balls. I slowly pulled out, my dick still hard and throbbing, and the condom weighed down by the sheer volume of cum. I slid it off and pushed my length up along his ass-crack, leaking the last of my creamy nut over his smooth skin.

“Damn! I needed that!” I admitted.

“I know. You’re a good man, Carson, and a good man deserves to have his dick worshiped every fucking day!”

“You damn right!” I chuckled, rolling onto my ass in the seat. Austin followed and straddled my lap again. He grabbed my hard dick and aimed it to his hole. 

“Ready to get fucked again?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“I haven’t had dick this good in a while,” he confessed, skillfully rolling a fresh condom down over my shaft. “Think you can handle me?”

“Is that even a question?” I grinned, then moaned as he engulfed my length.

I caressed his slender but well-toned body as he rode me, gyrating his hungry hole on my dick. I grabbed a fistful of his luxuriously flowing curls and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so damn soft. His tongue was sweet. He moaned and rode me harder, slapping his buttocks down on my thighs. His hard dick humped my belly, and his asshole pleasured my shaft.

“Oh fuck, Carson! Ohhh fuck! This dick is so fucking good!” he whimpered, looking me in the eye.

Damn, he was so pretty. I kissed him again then began to thrust upward to meet his downward motion. He gasped and closed his eyes, craning his face up to the ceiling as he began to impale himself on my dick.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck!” I grunted.

His hole was like a vice but it still felt so good. It loosened its grip and I fucked up inside him harder, meeting his descent and bouncing him back upward. He used the momentum to make our fuck a wild one as we rocked the couch, the feet squeaking as they slid inch-by-inch until the back of it tapped the wall, and kept on tapping it as he slammed his asshole down on my shaft.

“Ah shit! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he gasped, his dick pushing faster across my belly and then erupting creamy shots over my dark skin.

“Damn! Fuck!” I cussed, feeling my own dick get steel-hard as I reached climax. “SHIT!”

I was cumming, hard and fast. I held him down on my lap and pushed deeper into his chute. Austin cried out, his asshole quivering, just like his legs.

“Damn! Relax, baby,” I purred, pulling him into a hug and holding him as we both came down from our shared climax.

“Fuck! That was so good!” he panted.

“You’re telling me! I ain’t had sex this good in a long minute!”

“Likewise! So. . .I’ll keep our liaison secret but I wouldn’t mind making this a regular thing on the side, no feelings attached, of course.”

“For sure! We could do that,” I replied.

The decision to leave Kaleah had just become more solid in my mind. I was bisexual, sure, but I didn’t believe in fucking more than one person at a time, even if one of them was just for fun. I could cook, clean, and do all that other shit on my own, so if I was going to be getting ass this good on a regular basis, then what use did I have for the bitch?