The Secret Apartment

After the pup and George left, they closed the other five in the room. There was little to say. Nobody really saw what happened. And by his position, it was hard to see anyway. Anton laid on the carpet at the foot of the bed. He had his legs spread open, his hand holding Cary's hair, fingers tangling against the black locks as the man swallowed most of his inches. He looked down from time to time just to see the inches disappearing into Cary's mouth. That guy was a pro.

Someone else was laying on the bed. It squeaked under the weight of men.

"You should come up.“ Fred said from somewhere above.

Anton opened his eyes. He was looking at the ceiling now, his cock buried on another man's mouth, down his throat. He felt the warm muscle clenching around it before Cary pulled back, leaving a wet mess at his black shaft. It stood long and proud, uncut with a dark red head that glistened in a mix of saliva and precum. Cary was up first. He offered a hand, which Anton took and was pulled to his feet. He took a look at the bed where William was on all fours, his white ass open and at full display as he serviced Fred. His Fred.

His Fred who had one hand behind his neck and the other on a cigarette that lingered on his mouth. He blew the smoke and shot a smile. The most handsome smile Anton had ever seem. Cary was on the bed in a moment, jumping in and moving like a lazy cat, he approached on all fours the bone which William had taken to himself. They immediately shared and Fred's smile turned into an 'oh' – a pleasure face that Anton had grown to like. No, to love. He had learned things and he felt that those things were a preparation for the moment he had met Fred in the bar.

They hit it off so damn fine. Especially because Fred could make him moan too.

He stepped on the bed, kneeling behind those two exposed holes. He put a hand on Cary's ass crack, his black thumb caressing the tight and pink pucker. His face was reserved for William's hole. His red, wet tongue was out and he licked it up. The sweat from the sex, from the night, from that apartment, lingered on the tip of his tongue. An explosion of taste that only men could understand. Men like him. And Fred.

His thumb pressed against one ass, his tongue against the other. He licked William's ass until he was sure that the other was producing moans too. Very soon in his life, up there in Harlem, had Anton discovered that he liked to make Men moan. His crowd was short. The neighborhood was mostly black men of the church or black men of the gang. But he had found his crowd in the midst of them all. Normal black men. The ones few told you about. He made friends and found a job. A good job. And he learned with his boss how to play black music.

The older man was also the first cock he had ever sucked. It was meaty and it smelled of sweat from a summer day. He jerked off to the scent. A second time after it was all done, but the smell lingered. The man gave him the job and even let him play with the band on emptier nights. Anton took a liking to it. The bar also allowed him to meet more Men.

He pulled back from William's ass and took a look at it. The white skin was red and wet. He had been feral in his hunger. He put his other thumb by the hole and it twitched, inviting, almost eating his thumb up. He grinned. Fred was watching him. He winked and moved to that other free ass. Cary's scent was perfumed. The guy smelt like roses since the moment they arrived. Fred had told him Cary had embraced his true self. He imagined Fred was preparing him or something, but while they talked in the living room, after the spin the bottle game, Fred was telling him the sweetest things about Cary. Of all of them. Fred really loved those guys and that was another reason to bring pleasure to them all. Because if they were happy, Fred would be happy. And he wanted and needed that.

He had been enchanted by Fred. At first, he told himself it was his music. One night, Fred came up to his bar. He and some old fat white man. They sat down on a center table and all the other black folk sat around them, looking, wondering. White men in meant trouble. At least that's what they said. Anton had little contact with white folks. His Momma would always call them the white devils. He believed her when his dad was taken by the cops. He had never returned from prison. But the two men sat there to watch them play. And after, just Fred watched. He was sweating under the yellow light of the stage. But he played and played. And he damn well played.

When it was his turn to step down, his boss, the first cock he had ever sucked, called him in. „He wann'a word with you, boy.“

Anton nodded, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and drying the sweat from his forehead. The gentlemen said he was gifted and asked if he wanted to work downtown. Fred joined them at this point.

"You're a damn nice musician, man.“

These words had been written in fire on his mind. Of course, he went downtown the next night. And there, he played and played and played. There, in the white men world.

Cary had fallen on the bed. Under his tongue, Fred's friend purred and whined like a cat in heat.

"Fuck him.“ Fred's order left no space for discussing.

"You have a damn big one, so careful there.“ Cary moaned in a playful tone. Somehow, Anton imagined that would not be a problem for his chosen lover. The first of the night, if Fred's words were to be believed. He spat on his hand and covered his cock in saliva. He was doing that when Fred passed him the vaseline. "Oh.“

He used it all over his cock. More than what was necessary, perhaps. The moment he positioned himself, his cock slid in. He had to stop or else he would go too deep. Cary grunted. His hole tightened up, protesting the invasion. But the man moved under him and smiled over his shoulder. "I bet I'll still feel you tomorrow.“

Fred chuckled. "Damn true, baby.“

Their eyes met once more. Anton pushed a few more inches when he felt the defenses loosening up. The muscles took him in. The other was soft inside. As if his hole was used to cock. As if it was made for that purpose. He let himself back off. And with short thrusts, he made sure that every inch of his cock would find room into that cavity, even if he had to fight for it.

Cary moaned under him. He had grabbed Anton's wrist and was biting the sheets under himself. It didn't matter because his moans escaped his lips nonetheless. And they filled the room. Anton felt the muscles clenching around his girth and he let out a loud moan. His body continued to move. His abs contracted every time he pushed in. The muscles of his ass too. He was at that level of pleasure that it is hard to bring down once one starts.

The door opened and he quickly glanced at the person coming in. It was Mitch. He had been gone for a bit, with the others, but he was back. And his face showed what a happy surprise he was walking into.

"Damn you all.“

"What happened?“ By his side, Anton watched as William sat on the bed, his hard cock in one hand, the other on Fred's, jerking it lightly.

"Not much. They are having a drink. That's all.“ Mitch walked around the bed and went out of Anton's field of vision.

"Sit here.“ It was Fred telling William that. The other smiled a big fat smile as if Fred had just told him they were going to get a puppy. Anton was still fucking Cary, but he slowed down a little, letting himself enjoy the warmth and the suction of that hole. Almost as if it was trying to pull Anton deeper. He grunted, moving down to bite on Cary's neck, leaving a mark on him. His mark.

He heard William groan a bit as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the man in front of him, the one he was fucking good and deep. Cary purred and moaned and begged. He asked for more cock, he asked it to go harder or slower. A quite demanding bottom.

"Slow, baby. Yeah, slow.“ Under him, he started moving his hips. And that's when he felt hands on his balls. Anton had big balls, covered in dark hair. And he knew the hands weren't Cary's because those were grabbing his wrists or the sheets. No. Someone else was joining them. Anton checked it over his shoulder. Sitting on the foot of the bed, Mitch had put his own hand to work.

"What are you up to?“ His rough voice had a little bit of curiosity hidden behind a smirk he wore on his face. He had stopped moving, so Cary was doing the fucking all by himself at that moment, pushing back and forward, back and forward. His hole taking Anton's black cock as much as his ass could reach.

"Watch me.“ Mitch grinned back before laying on the small part of the bed he had. His face disappeared and soon Cary and Anton were moaning together. Mitch had put his face in that little space between the two bodies and his tongue licked on the inches of cock that Cary's ass was letting go.

Feeling that, Cary was working on behalf of his friend. He pulled his hips forward all the way and Anton's cock popped out of his hungry hole. Immediately he felt the beard of the other man tingling his balls and a warm, wet tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his hard cock. He rolled his eyes and grunted. Fred's hand reached him and he opened to look at his lover.

"Damn, F.“ He grunted and smiled. "You have the best of friends.“

Fred laughed. William was riding him just there, next to all of them. Down on the other side, Mitch was taking his cock in one hand, aiming it into Cary once more. When he felt the puckered hole winking at the tip of his dick, Anton pushed his hips down with a rough force that made Cary scream. He pounded hard, the sound of skin on skin, balls on ass, filling the room they shared. He was sweating now. He was always easy to sweat. His body was covered in small droplets that fell on the exposed back of his hole. Cary was grunting and moaning, clenching his hole when he could to make Anton a bit slower, a bit gentler. But despite that, whenever Anton gave signs of slowing down, Cary would beg for more.

"Harder.“ He would call.

Mitch rolled to the side. He was doing the same but for Fred and William. He was a hungry slut and ass and cock were good for him. He deep throated Fred while William stood over them, legs spread, hard cock waiting for himself to feel Fred inside of him again. Anton turned to see as Mitch helped William back into Fred's cock by holding his girth while William sat. He was holding his nipples, pinching them himself as inch by inch of Fred's uncut cock filled him up.

Mission accomplished, Mitch stood up, walking around the bed and slapping Anton's ass. He leaned in on his way to the door, kissing Anton on the cheek, whispering by his ear. "Go as hard as you want. It's the only way to get him off.“ He winked and opened the door. From the living room, Elvis Presley's voice came loud. Mitch left the door open as he went away.

Under him, Cary was being pounded into oblivion. He was a mess, biting the sheets under him, groaning with his perky ass pushed back, open. He loved to take it as few men did. Up in Harlem, you could find some fellas to do it for you. Some loved it more than anything, but those were always asking for a few bucks and once you fell prey to their desire, you'd hardly be left alone. And yet, it was a strange new world now. He had been used to few warm bodies under his like that. Up in Harlem, one had to be discreet. One had to care. It was a danger to be left to one's own desires. One could get killed. He still had other men with him though. He had sucked his boss and bottomed for him to get a few bucks more on a weekend.

But he had also fucked some other customers too. Guys walked to the stage and gave him the eye. They paid him a drink and let him to the alley behind the bar to get a good load up their mouths or their holes. It all changed with Fred though. The first white man he ever kissed. The first he was ever friends with. The first he had let fuck him in the ass.

And oh, what a glorious night that one had been. Anton couldn't remember ever cumming that hard. Tonight he understood how Fred knew how to make him feel that good. Lots of practice led to perfection, his Momma would say.

He pulled it out of Cary, his hard cock glistening as it shook. It was black with a wine redhead on the tip. He was big and uncut too, like Fred, but he was reaching almost 21 cm. Cary turned and looked, grabbing that hard cock with his fingers and smiling at it. "It was all fucking me.“

Anton nodded. Cary let himself fall on the bed with a drunk smile. His hair, that had been carefully prepared for the night, was a complete mess. Black locks were glued to his sweaty forehead as his other hand caressed his chest and belly. His own cock stood completely hard. He stroked it and looked to the side, where William held a sitting position while Fred pumped his cock up into his hole.

Holding on to his cock, Cary pulled him back to bed. Without any ceremony, he took that dick all down his throat once more, just like Mitch had done. Anton was shocked by that. His cock had been buried in the other's hole. But neither one of them had shown any signs of disgust about that. Anton knelt with one hand on Fred's thigh as Cary continued to worship his black cock. His lips were hungry, and they were red as he moved his head back and forth, making inches and more inches disappear. His black eyes stared up and when he stopped sucking, he pulled back and grinned.

"Have you ever fucked a guy with another boy inside him?“ Cary asked with a deviant smile.

Anton shook his head.

"It's damn nice, isn't it, Freddy?“

His lover was staring at him. Fred nodded to the question and slowed down his hips, pulling William down too and passing his arms around his friend's body, wrapping him against his chest, holding him there. Fred kissed William's lips and they were making out as Cary guided his cock to William's hole.

"Push it in.“ Cary whispered.

Anton put a hand on William's back. He couldn't believe it would be possible. Between his 21 cm and Fred's thick girth, it seemed impossible to fit two cocks into that hole, especially of William, so lean and small between the two of them. And yet, he pressed. Cary and the others seemed to know what they were doing. Or so he would have thought.

"More grease.“ William clenched his jaw and the words passed between his teeth.

Anton pulled back and Cary was quick to add more of the vaseline up his cock. He tried again. Hand on the lower back, pressing. He could hear Fred whispering sweet words by William's ear, encouraging him to relax. To take cock. "You are meant for this, baby.“ Fred whispered.

His cock started to enter that tight hole. He imagined not so tight, but with another hard cock under his, it felt like there was little space left. He pushed. And the muscles gave in a little. He pushed again, feeling his cock sliding against Fred's cock that throbbed under his.

He was sweating all over. His free hand dried the falling drops of sweat over his eyes. His breath was uneven and he had to stop a moment, feeling the hole clench hard on his dick. Under him, both men were moaning out loud. Cary had leaned back on the bed and was stroking his cock as he watched them.

Anton pushed on a bit more, but William's hole felt too tight at that moment. He didn't want to go further and hurt the other so he slowly pulled back. That little movement made the other two moan all over again. He leaned down and kissed on William's neck. He had his eyes closed, his face laying against Fred's shoulder. He opened them for a moment, he was in a state of complete bliss. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck this ass.“

Fred and Anton exchanged a quick glance. There was an understanding between them. Fred nodded and Anton moved his hips. They were short thrusts but each time he pushed, he felt himself reaching higher and higher. His cock pushed deeper when he forgot himself and pushed more than before. William's hole seemed little by little to take those cocks in, allow them to break him, and loosen him up.

He was mounting that little man, fucking him deep. And William was taking him, murmuring some incomprehensible words, eyes rolling over. Anton didn't know how long they stayed like that, tied to one another. He concentrated especially on the feeling of his own dick rubbing against Fred's. His lover was looking in his eyes, his chin resting on William's shoulder as he tenderly held his friend. Sometimes he would whisper more sweet promises and William would reply back with a grin, a smile. His hole clenched. "I love your fucking cock, Freddy.“ He whispered in that state of pure bliss he had reached.

Anton continued to move. He was the one doing the fucking. Fred barely moved. From time to time, his cock would throb or move ever so slightly, but nothing more, nothing abrupt. His was the main force behind that fucking. He was the third party, and the one with more freedom. He was sweating from head to toes. Cary moved in and took one of his nipples in his mouth, sucking it as he continued to push forth and back.

When he felt the grip of William's hand on his thigh, Anton started to pull back. His cock slid out easily and William moved to the other side of Fred, Fred's cock popping out, still hard as a rock. William's chest went up and down fast. He started to laugh out loud after a few seconds of that.

"Goddamnit. Jesus Christ.“ He was all wet in sweat too. They all were. The room felt hot all over. Their male bodies having produced the heat that kept the cold of the rain out. Anton sat down over his feet and watched as William put a finger up his loose hole. "I'm gonna feel this for a week.“

"Or more, baby.“ Cary moved over Fred and laid on top of William. The two started making out.

Fred sat down on the bed. "Did you like it?“

Anton felt as if he had run a marathon. "Hell yeah.“ He managed to say with a big smile. His cock was still hard, his balls full. He needed to cum. He could feel it was coming soon and he needed that release.

Fred moved over to him and held him in his arms. Their lips touched and Anton closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around that white body. Their tongues meet halfway and they tasted like sex and cigarettes. His hand went down Fred's warm body, grabbing that white ass hard. He felt Fred doing the same to him. Here they were, after sharing a bed for months now, sharing other bodies among themselves. Fred backed away, licking his lips, watching him intentively. Under the other man's green eyes, Anton felt himself melting. It was a nice feeling that warmed him up all over. He reached back, touching Fred's face, pulling him in into a sweet kiss. No tongue, but their lips touched longer than usual and when he backed away, his lips felt wet. His love still tasting at the tip of his tongue.

Cary pulled Fred from his shoulder and the two fell down on the bed, Fred being held tight by Cary.

"You have to promise us, Mr. Castro, that you will not steal our friend away. Fred is our dearest one. Our big brother. We will be helpless without him.“

William was laughing too, looking at Fred as if he was looking at a figure worthy of all his love and devotion. Anton wanted to know that Fred. He wanted to unlock those feelings and have him all to himself. He nodded.

"I promise.“

Cary had a cheeky smile for him.

"Good.“ He kissed Fred's head. "Take care of him. Fred is a special one.“

"Ow, you stop now.“ Fred untangled himself from Cary's arms and rolled to the side. "What you going on about, hm, cat?“ He leaned in and playfully kissed Cary's lips.

"I am just making sure I'll get your cock up here once a month at least.“ He winked at Anton.

Fred was getting up. He pulled Cary by the legs until he was at the edge of the bed, his legs up Fred's shoulders. Fred's cock slid in so easily and Cary offered hardly any resistance. He purred again, rolling his eyes while a hand reached and grabbed on to Fred's chest.

"Come here.“ Anton heard William calling. He was on his hands and knees over the bed. „I want to feel just your cock now.“

Fred smiled at him, one hand going over Cary's chest, pinning his lover down to the bed as he started to move his hips. Anton got up and stood behind William. He didn't need more vaseline to his cock. William's hole welcomed him in with just a single push. He had a hand on William's lower back, looking down as he watching his black girth being swallowed by that white ass.

William let out a loud groan. The sound of Elvis' voice rolled in, mixing with the sound of moans that the four of them were producing. A loud band of male on male sex. Neither William nor Cary wanted it gently. Between thrusts, they would beg and order more. "Harder, faster, make me cum.“

At some point, William leaned in and started kissing Cary's mouth. On the position they were, their kiss was upside down. They made out while Fred and Anton looked at each other. Their chests and abs flexing whenever they pushed their cocks deep into their friends.

Fred was the first to cum. He grabbed hard into Cary's thigh, making Cary scream in pleasure. Fred's voice contorted. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, grunts slipping through the clenched teeth as he shoved his cock as deep as he could inside of Cary.

Seeing that, it was no wonder that it all started to happen at the same time. William grunted loud. He let out soft moans and loud cries and soon Anton felt it on his cock as that hole started to clench on him. It was too much, his cock was being milked hard by those warm muscles. His fingers grabbed tight to that white ass and he too filled William's hole of his seed. He moaned hard and fell exhausted on top of William, his heavy body making William lay on the bed under him. The two of them breathing hard.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed Cary had his own load spread over his chest and even his face. Fred had fallen to the other side, breathing heavily too with a lazy smile on his face. He always smiled after he came.

Anton slipped out of William's hole and rolled to the side. His cock was finally starting to get soft. He grinned and looked up at Fred. He kissed his lover's cheek, his nose against that face. He could smell the faint cologne under the warm sweat. With his eyes closed, he let that smell feel him up.

The words slipped out of him. He had no way of holding them back.

"I love you, F.“