Trawling the hook-up site, our attention was drawn to a profile of a guy about 5 miles away. For a start, he was in our age group, very ripped, but he was also of colour, and neither of us had been with a black guy, though I admit it was one of my favourite fantasies. We exchanged pics. We sent cock and bum pictures, we had a big black cock by return, laid way across his left thigh, and oozing. Another pic had spunk running down into his bush. He said he was a total top. The only problem was that Cornel couldn't host and had no means of travel. Further discussions, and we found out that he lives with his boyfriend, but doesn't get enough sex, Too tempting to miss out on, I offered to pick him up and drop him back. He replied that his partner was on late shifts the following week, so we exchanged numbers. On Saturday, he texted, saying he'd like to meet up Monday about 7.30, and gave us the address.
He was exactly as shown on the profile, a rarity, as we were finding out. He was tall, over 6'0" and lean. All he wore was a faded Metallica T-shirt and jogging shorts. The outline of his penis ran down the left leg. I stroked his thigh as we drove along, watching the weapon grow, and salivating. My hand slipped up the leg of his shorts and found a dick I had trouble getting my fingers round. I had to adjust myself and concentrate on driving. I didn't know whether I wanted to be fucked, or watch Louis taking it. Arriving home, I was delighted to see Louis in an Addicted jockstrap, with his dick out the side, gently massaging it. I made out with Louis, inviting Cornel to join in. He took my T-shirt and tore it from my back. Far from being angry, the display of dominance turned me on. Louis and I had slipped onto the carpet, into a sixty-nine, with Louis on top. Cornel pulled his cheeks apart, and rimmed him, the spat on his own cock. Knowing what was going to happen, I held Louis and supported him as the weapon pushed inside. Louis screamed. Tears rolled down his face as his inner sanctum was invaded. There was nothing else I could do, but hold him as Cornel sunk his tool to the max, and began pumping. Slowly, Louis recovered and started to enjoy it. He was rolled over and Cornel carried on, without missing a beat, with Louis's leg high in the air. I wanted to jerk myself, but thought there may be more to come. Unexpectedly, Louis shot his load, a river of semen soaking into his pubes. Cornel fucked harder, then roared with relief as he filled Louis's bowels, holding it there until it softened. No kissing or foreplay, just pure animal sex, but it blew my mind. Eventually, Cornel said "Hi", and apologised for being so rough, blaming me for getting him worked up on the way. "Give me half an hour to recover, and I'll fuck you as well". We cracked open a beer, and I sneaked to the bedroom to lube myself in preparation. No one got dressed. We watched in amazement as Cornel played with his length, coaxing it into life. We went to bed, with Louis following with his phone. Cornel lay on the bed, and I bit my lip and slowly eased myself down until I was completely embedded. I rested my hands on his chest, and waited for the pain to go, then moved up and down an inch or two, until I could take more. We rolled over into his favoured missionary position, and he took control. Louis was filming the whole thing. On his fingers and toes, his body glistened with sweat as he banged into me. After 15 minutes of hammering, he told me to toss myself. I fist-pumped my dick as he went even harder and deeper, giving me his second load. My cum splattered all over the place. Recovering, he said "Wow!, you boys are brilliant, thanks for a great time". He dressed, I slipped some shorts on and took him home. We're gonna see him again on Thursday, but this time, we'll be prepared for the onslaught.
Through the week, we played the recording of me being fucked several times, and said we'd show Don and Toby next time we saw them. Thursday evening came, and I tooted the horn outside Cornel's apartment. He came out wearing an Adidas tracksuit. Getting into the car, we had our first kiss, his snake-like tongue worming into my mouth. We had both already lubed, and practiced with a dildo before I went to get him, and now I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. On the journey, I stroked his muscular thigh a couple of times, but kept my hand well away from his penis. I wanted the action to last. Indoors, a naked Louis, was lying on the bed, stroking his tool, and watching the video for the umpteenth time. Cornel's demeanor was completely different. "Hi, lover boy, you up for some fun?", and he kissed Louis deeply while shedding his tracksuit. We climbed on the bed and he nestled between us, kissing us both in turn until we were solid as rocks. I shimmied down the bed and swallowed what I could of his member, making myself gag. His low hangers had already risen a little, so I told Louis to get on all fours. Cornel told me to do the same. Louis and I held hands as the fuck machine went to work, pushing into me first, then over to Louis, and back, spending a couple of minutes on each one before changing. 20 minutes later, we turned onto our backs and he carried on, controlling the pace, Louis and I tossed ourselves, but Cornel slapped our hands away, and said "Later". Imperceptibly, his pace increased. "OK, now", and he began to fuck hard. Louis's and my spunk flew into the air as Cornel pulled out and blasted over both of us, puddles of cum running off us. He collapsed between us, kissing again, saying it should have been like tat the first time, Louis said he didn't care as both were brilliant.
We dressed, had coffee and chilled a while. He said he was a labourer on a building site, but his libido was so high that he often had to go to the Portaloo for a wank. His partner, who is happy to have sex once a week, works the late shift every other week, so we arranged to see him Monday week. In the meantime, there's Don and Toby, when we want to share our love. Louis sent Don the video on WhatsApp.
