Toxic Dick

There’s always that one dude that you know you shouldn’t fuck with. He’s a walking red flag, but you can’t help it. He calls, and you go running. He needs money, and you give it. He pulls his dick out, and you offer both holes.

Y’all argue and fight and makeup. Just to rinse and repeat that shit. Yeah, that ninja is toxic as fuck. For some reason, you can’t walk away. Maybe it’s because he’s fine as shit. Or is it because he can fuck like an angel? Toxic mother fucker!

I shouldn’t have answered the phone when I saw his name pop up. I had sworn to myself that I was done playing these stupid ass games with Marcus. I promised myself two months ago, when I turned 26 years old that I was done with childish men. Marcus was the boyfriend who never was. We had a situationship for the books.

I met him one weekend at the Texas State Fair. He was tall and ripe with muscles. He was dark chocolate, just the way I love my men. The dude had swag like no other. He could have been a damn model. He kept his hair cut low and wavy. His goatee was always trimmed to perfection. Marcus was 25 years old, and he had a spell on me.

I was with my friends, and we were laughing about some stupid shit we saw on Tik Tok. I wasn’t paying any attention to my surroundings and ran into Marcus. Aside from his staggering height, the first thing I noticed was his beautiful smile. If I had been a chick, I would have been pregnant right then and there.

I remember looking him up and down quickly and being impressed with his fashion. I apologized and walked by him. I turned and looked back, and he was checking me out. He had a lustful look in his eyes. I knew my ass was calling him.

I’m on the shorter side. What I lack in height is what I make up for in all my other features. My ass is round and thick. I have an equally thick 8-inch dick with heavy balls. My thighs bulge out. I’m what the elders would describe as a Coke shape. I’m butter brown with some fat lips and pretty eyes. My ancestors blessed me in all the best ways possible.

Marcus made sure he ran into me again that night. We exchanged numbers, and that same night, he dicked me down. I had never been fucked like that before. We moved fast, hot, and heavy. Just as quickly as we flamed, we burned out. Now, two years later, I still can’t walk away fully.

I glanced over at my phone. It was now 1 am, and this fucker still had not arrived. I knew I shouldn’t have taken his call. He always fucked with my head. Just as I got up and began to turn off the lights, I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was him.

I opened the door with an attitude. Every intention I had to blow up vanished as soon as I saw his face. He stood there smiling at me. He was wearing some sweatpants and a hoodie and smelling so fucking good.

“Damn, bae, you gonna let me in,” he asked as he pushed up against me.

His scent was so overpowering that I felt my knees get weak. Quickly, I got my bearings and moved out of the way. He stepped into my apartment and took a seat on the sofa.

“So, what did you need to talk about that couldn’t wait until morning?” I asked him as I closed the door. “Oh, my bad; it is morning.”

I sat on the loveseat across from him. He leaned back on my sofa and spread his legs. He licked his lips and smiled at me.

“So, you not gonna even speak to me first? Just attitude right out the gate.”

“Marcus, I’m not in the mood for your games tonight. It’s late as fuck. You had me up all night waiting and shit.”

Frustrated, he said, “Didn’t nobody tell you to stay up. You could’ve gone to bed, bruh.”

As I squinted my eyes, I uttered, “Bruh?” I stood up and walked to the door. “Time for you to leave.”

He jumped up off the sofa and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder, and he whispered, “Trent, I’m sorry. You know you, my baby, still. I just got a little upset because you acted like you didn’t want to see me.”

He kissed my neck, and all my anger washed away once again. I just wanted to be right there in his arms.

“I love you, boy,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck and ear. “Do you still love me?’

“Yeah,” I uttered softly.

His dick started to grow. I could feel it pressing up against my ass. Marcus began to hump me just a little bit. His hand ran down my chest and stomach. Just as he was nearing my dick, I pulled away from him. I turned to face him.

“Marcus, seriously, why are you here?”

He rolled his eyes in frustration.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but we agreed that the last time was the last time.”

He fired back, “Naw, you agreed to that shit. I didn’t agree to anything. You always have and will be my number one.”

“Right until your number two becomes number one,” I screamed.

“I’m trying, Trent.”

“Trying harder ni***!”

“Damn, so that’s how you feel? I ain’t trying hard enough,” he asked with a hint of confusion and shock.

Defeatedly, I replied, “Don’t do that. You know you don’t. I put in all the work. Shit isn’t fair at all.”

He held his hand out. I hesitated for a moment, and then I held my hand out. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a warm and loving embrace.

“I came here tonight to tell you I wanted to give us another chance. I promise to do right. I know I say this shit every time, but I mean it this time. I swear I do. I’m changed, baby. I wanna hold you and love you tonight.”

There was a part of me that felt he was lying, and there was another part that felt he was being honest and vulnerable with me. I pulled away from his embrace and walked towards the bedroom. As you can tell, I chose the latter.

I stopped and looked back over my shoulder. “You coming or nah?”

He smiled, pulled his hoodie off, and followed me to the bedroom.

When he entered the bedroom, I was already naked. I sat at the foot of the bed, waiting for him. He quickly stripped off his remaining clothes. I briefly admired his naked body. Particularly I admired his long throbbing dick. Marcus' dick had to be about 10 inches long. He was a fucking stereotype, but he was my stereotype.

He walked over and pulled me into a hot and steamy kiss. I leaned forward, putting myself on my hands and knees and presenting my ass to him.

“Damn, I missed you, boy,” he said as he massaged my ass with his strong hands.

He slowly ran his fingers over my aching hole. Then he placed his dick along my crack and teased it with its heaviness. I let him overpower me with his touches. My body responded to him so well. He was familiar with me and all my places.

I moaned loudly when his tongue invaded my ear. My hand trembled, and my toes curled. He was more passionate than I could ever remember. I wondered briefly if he had learned new skills from another while we were on break.

Those thoughts quickly faded when his tongue entered my ass. My cheeks began to shake and bounce as his tongue fucked me to heaven’s gates. My moans grew louder, and my dick throbbed underneath me. I fought the urge to touch myself.

He pressed the tip of his dick on my hole, and I wiggled my ass. He was trying to tease me, but I wanted to be fucked. I arched my back and slid backward, and the head of his dick slid in with perfect ease. My ass welcomed him home. I lay flat on my stomach. He laid on my back and gave me what I had been missing.

We were off to the races. He started to fuck me with long, deep, and languid strokes. His fat balls tapped at my taint. My moans grew louder, and he pulled my head back and forced his tongue down my throat.

He picked up his pace and began to fuck me harder and faster. The sound of his balls slapping away at me danced in my ears. I was at his mercy and pleasure. I could never grow tired of the way he fucked me.

He pulled me on my knees and back to the edge of the bed. His pounding became fiercer. My ass cheeks clapped, and sweat ran down my back.

I took over and began to throw my ass back on him. He stood still and let me fuck myself the way I wanted. I worked every muscle in my ass.

“Fuck I missed this ass, baby. I missed the way you fuck my dick.”

“Fuck that dick so fucking good.”

“Show me how good my dick is, baby. Show me what it do for you.”

I started bouncing back harder and faster. My balls were swinging in the wind, and my dick was constantly brushing against the sheets. Marcus began to let out moans that turned me on even more.

He quickly took back over and started plowing me hard and fast. He was giving me quick, short strokes. My hole was feeling so damn good. Pleasure ran through my entire body.

He rolled me over so that I was on top, and I began to ride the fuck out of him. I bounced on him for all he was worth. My dick was slapping my stomach with brute force. My ass slamming into his thighs made such loud erotic noises. I grabbed my dick and stroked it as I continued to bounce up and down on him.

He pulled me down into a kiss, and he started to thrust up into me. He grabbed my ass cheeks and just straight fucked me. He made my ass wet. I started leaking from my hole. His dick became covered in my cream.

We rolled once again, and I was on my back. I pulled my legs back, and he went to town. We both were moaning and groaning. The room smelled like pure sex and nastiness.

Marcus put me back in doggie and started fucking me with slow strokes. My toes curled, and I gripped the stained sheets. Sheets that were stained with the cream from my ass. My hole throbbed around his dick. He wrapped me in his strong arms and continued to slow fuck me.

He picked up his pace and started beating my guts in. I knew that meant he was reaching his climax. He didn’t ask where I wanted it. He already knew. It was his job to know. He let out a mighty roar and flooded my insides with his cum. I grabbed my dick and tugged on it three or four times, and cum erupted from me.

He slowly pulled out of my tender hole. He kissed me once more and walked to the bathroom. I admired his beautiful chocolate ass as he walked away. His phone got a text message.

It was late as fuck, so I was worried it was important. I found his phone in his sweatpants on the floor. I grabbed it, intending to take it to him. However, I couldn’t miss the message on his locked screen.

Bae 2: I’m sorry I was trippin' earlier. You can come back if your mom won’t let you stay the night. I’ll keep your spot warm. Love you boo!

Anger ran through my body. I quickly calmed myself down. I knew who Marcus was, and yet again, I had let him fool me and dick me down.

He entered the bedroom smiling. His fat ass dick was swinging and still hard. Fuck he looked good. He saw me holding his phone and stopped smiling.

“Bae number 2 sent a text. Bitch said he keeping your spot warm,” I firmly stated.

Shocked, he asked, “You went through my phone? That’s fucked up. I thought you trusted me.”

I handed him his phone. He slowly took it from me. He looked shocked I wasn’t reacting as I would have usually acted. My past reactions were not so graceful.

“He don’t mean anything. You know that, right? You are my number one, Trent. “

I chuckled, “Boy, stop. We fucked. You got what you wanted—a piece of ass and somewhere to sleep. Go to him. I need to wash my sheets and get your scent out of here.”

“Damn! Just like that? You kickin' me out and my scent? You actin like you got another ni*** comin' here.”

I didn’t respond. I just started removing the sheets off my bed. He stood there waiting for me to say something.

He yelled, “What the fuck, Trent? You got another dude? You got another dude, and you let me come over and fuck you!”

Startled, I responded, “Why you mad? We both got what we wanted. I have proof you ain’t changed. You got some of the best ass in Texas. You get to lay your head somewhere and probably fuck again, and I have a guy I have been dating and you just made it easy to gone let him be my boyfriend. Everybody wins.”

I walked past him with my sheets out of the room. He followed behind me.

“Fuck all that. End it with old dude. Imma end it with all these freaks. You and I work on us, okay? Ain’t nobody else about to be gettin' up in you. You mine, Trent. I love you. You my number one. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that,’ he pleaded.

I turned around and faced him. For the first time, he was the one who looked hurt.

I said, “Prove it. Call all of them right now and, end it, and block them. Then I’ll consider breaking things off with my man.”

He walked up to me. His dick touched my dick. I looked up into his eyes, and he looked down at mine.

Sweetly he said, “I fucking love you, boy!”

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started kissing me with love and passion. Like I said, rinse and fucking repeat. I shouldn’t have entertained Marcus. For some reason, I couldn’t let him go. Even now, I still can’t let him go. Toxic as fuck!

 

                                                                    THE END 

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