"So," Big said, as he placed me on the edge of his bed, both of us stark naked. "Tell me about this Jim character." I thought about it for a second as Big spread my thighs apart and placed his cockhead at the tip of my ass.
"He's a friend, neighbor, you know."
Big pushed me down against the bed and lifted my legs high in the air. I looked up and grew rock hard as I saw Big place himself between my legs, just how he liked it. He was a thick man, muscular, not skinny, just...proud, muscular, thick.
"You should invite him over," he said, and slammed his eight-incher into me. I moaned and let Big have his way with me.
"Maybe," I moaned, and then the thrusting stopped.
"That wasn't a question,"
"I'll call him right now, after.."
"Now."
Big pulled out. "My cellphone's in the living room."
"So go get it."
"Yes, master."
I got up and walked to the living room, stark naked. It was always an experience walking around naked in this house. I had spent a lot of time inside it with Big's son, and I never walked around naked. Now, I did it all the time, well, whenever Big called me over to use me, as he liked to call it. Bare feet hit tile as I treaded over to the high table where I left my cell. I rung up Jim, feeling slightly vulnerable yet exhilarated in my nakedness.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jim."
"Hey, Damian, how's it going?"
Before I could answer, I felt Big's presence behind me, slapping my ass cheek.
"Oh, fun, listen, I was going to call you to.."
And then it slipped in, and Big whispered "breeding time" into my ears.
"Damian, you okay?"
"MMMMhhh, yeah, I'm okay," I breathed out as Big's dick slid into my ass. "Listen, I wanted to..invite you to Big's house, he's interested in meeting you."
"Sure, I'll be right over, what's the address?"
I gave him the address with a thick cock inside me.
"See you in a bit," he said, and hung up.
Within a few seconds, Big was spluttering inside me.
"Good job," he said, slapping his hand hard on my ass. "Now, go clean yourself up."
Big pulled out of my ass and I headed straight for the shower to wipe off the sweat.
As I showered, I reflected on the last few weeks. It had been amazing, being Big's personal sex toy, and to be honest, I couldn't help but feel a little threatened that I was going to bring Jim into the picture. I waved it off, laughing. After I was finished rubbing myself down, I stepped out of the shower and saw that Big had walked outside to the lawn. The doorbell rang, and I hastily tied my towel around my waist.
I opened the door, and Jim was there. T-shirt, shorts, sandals, just like I had been once, not too long ago. "That was fast."
"I was in the neighborhood," Jim said, as I shook his hand.
"Come on in, then."
I closed the door behind him. "Big house," he said, amazed at the size of the house. "Well, things can be pretty big around here," I said.
"Oh, a sexual joke. Classy."
"You're about to get to see me get not so classy."
We walked outside to the lawn, where Big was sitting back on a lawn chair, wearing shorts and nothing else, sipping on a beer. His thick muscular body baking in the sun got me incredibly hard, and a sudden twist in motion from Jim let me know that Big had his attention as well.
"You must be Jim," Big said, lazily shaking Jim's hand.
"Yes, sir."
"Not bad, not bad at all, both of you pull up seats."
So we did.
We shared a few beers, manly men, discussing sports. I had forgotten all about my towel already and was sitting in the buff. It was almost unusual, but highly entertaining.
"I can't wait for next fall to start up," Jim said. "The summer without football is always tough."
"Yeah," Big said. "Have to find a way to pass the time. Like, sex?"
"Is that what you two do to pass the time?" Jim asked.
Big laughed. "Yes, you could say I have a bit of an appetite for guys in their 20s," he said, rubbing his shorts where I knew a tasty treat was hidden. "And I need to satisfy my needs with some people, isn't that right, Damian?"
"Yes, master," I said, and got on my hands and knees to Big's feet. I took them in my hands and started giving him a foot massage. Soon after this, Big unzipped his shorts, and let lose his big sausage, nodding at me. I stood up and obediently stood up.I pulled down on Big's shorts a little bit, and slowly took him in his entirety, my tongue licking the veiny underside of his shaft as I went down. Over me, I heard him take another swig of his beer. "So, Jim, tell me more about yourself, you said you knew a certain Vince?"
"Yes," Jim replied.
"Tall, black guy, around my age, maybe a bit younger?"
"Yeah, do you know him?"
"Of course, we were in the army together, same unit."
"I did not know that, he had mentioned he was in the army, though," Jim said, as I took another slurp of cock.
"Haven't seen him in ages, how is he?"
"He's fine, working hard." Jim replied as Big's balls touched my lower lip.
"Are you and him lovers?"
"Off and on, we're a bit open, though."
"Interesting," Big replied, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer. "What's your favorite position?"
"He gets on the edge of the bed, and pounds me almost with my legs back over my head," Jim said.
"Interesting, I love fucking active bottoms. Damian's a bit passive."
"I am sure he can be passionate, too."
"He can, but, I think we should try your position in a bit, Jim. What do you think, Damian?" Big said, and pulled my head away from his cock. "Whatever you please, master," I said, licking up his cockhead.
"Good, I think you should get your towel and wait at your house," Big commanded, slapping me in the face with his dick. "I'm going to have some fun with Jim here."
"Yes, master, I said," still furiously horny. I smiled at Jim, a bit miffed, but I knew better than to cross him. Maybe this would open up more opportunities, plus, I had already been inside Jim. I went back inside and quickly changed.
I drove home, with a raging erection through my shorts and no way to get rid of it. Texting while driving was plenty bad, but driving while horny was just as bad. The only relief I got was a few pulls of my cock at red lights, but eventually, I made the trip back from suburbia, to the city, to my apartment complex, parking in the garage and managing to snag an open spot. Lucky for the weekend. I got out of the car and walked to my apartment, but as I was walking by Jim's apartment, I saw a man knocking at his door. This man was about Big's age, black, muscular, handsome, sporting a black sports bag.
"Excuse me, are you looking for Jim?" I asked.
The man turned to me and nodded. "Yeah, know him?"
"Yeah, he's a friend, he's out right now."
"Aw, man. I was hoping he'd be here, I have to take a piss."
"That's why you have to see him?"
"Not exactly, I just had my day off today and decided to catch up on some business with Jim. And then I forgot to take a piss before I took the drive out here."
"You could use my restroom, if you want, if you're a friend of Jim's you're a friend of mine. My name's Damian, by the way."
"Hi, Damian, I'm Vince. I do feel terrible for asking for that."
"Nonsense, I've been stuck in a similar position, and who knows when Jim's going to be back."
"Thank you, then. Lead the way!"
We walked down one long stretch of hallway, then another, and finally arrived at my door.
"You'll have to excuse the mess, I haven't taken my time to clean up," I said, opening up the door to my apartment.
"Don't sweat it, now get out of my way!" he said, laughing as he shouldered past me into my bathroom. I plopped down on my couch to watch TV, some ESPN, while Vince finished, and then I heard the door open.
He came out of the restroom, and plopped himself down on the couch, his bag at his feet.
"Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Some water would be fine. It'll be awhile before Jim comes back, you said?"
"I figure it'll be awhile before Jim comes back."
"Then yeah, I'll take a cup of water, or a brew if you got it."
"Any preference?"
"If you offer me Natty Light I will leave your apartment."
"Deal."
I came back with two beers, and handed one to Vince just as a newsflash hit the screen, a press conference to break the usual summer lull before the NFL started dominating the airwaves.
---oh, man, I can't believe he's coming back from retirement!"
Vince nodded at the screen, where an aging and media-hungry wide receiver had just made the announcement that he would be coming back to play. I shrugged.
"Might as well get him on my fantasy team. He tends to do the best when people expect him to fail."
"Football man?"
"Both kinds."
"Not bad, man. What teams?"
The conversation then turned to more sports, and I kicked off my sandals, getting comfortable.
I looked down at the bag and I saw something green sticking out, a green cap.
"So, you didn't tell me," I said, somehow managing to make my beer can into the nearby wastebasket in a high arc bucket. "What did you need to see Jim for?"
"Some stuff, nothing major."
"Sounds illegal."
Vince let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, it's none of that, don't worry. Look."
He reached down and opened up his bag, deftly hiding the green bottle/cap, and showing me a laptop and some files.
"I see," I said, accidentally brushing his pants' leg with my leg.
"Wonder if there's anything else on TV. Mind if I change it?"
"Go right ahead, Vince."
He reached for the remote next to my right leg, and after flipping to another channel, he left his hand there, a large presence on my thigh, very subtly squeezing. I made no motion to remove it from there.
"Strong legs, if a little soft, Damian."
"I've been trying to work out. My calves are better."
He reached down and felt them up, squeezing a little bit harder, before returning his hand over my inner thigh. We sat in silence, watching TV, and then I felt his hand creep up, to my crotch area. I made no motion to stop it, and we continued watching the television, just as I felt his fingers trace the outline of my hard-on through my shorts.
"It seems something you saw turned you on, Damian."
"Maybe."
He smiled, changed the channel, and continued stroking my cock.
I reached out my hand to his own pants and felt his crotch area up, feeling something very thick and hard underneath his workout pants. Like a hunk of sausage. "Man, what do you have underneath here?"
"It's what I was going to drop off at Jim's earlier."
"Why not drop it off here?"
"That was cheesy."
I suddenly decided to stop being so submissive. I needed that cock.
"I don't care, pull down your pants and let me see your cock."
He raised an eyebrow at me, but then complied, pulling down his pants and boxers. His thick cock jutted out, a black sausage, waiting for me.
"Shoes and shirt off, too," I said, and Vince complied. Once they were off, I got to admiring him. Rippling ebony muscle all throughout, but my focus was on one thing. I fell to my knees in front of him, pushing his duffel bag out of the way.
"I am going to suck you now," I said. I took one lick up his shaft, savoring the black muscle, 7 and then some inches of meat. Big's was slightly bigger, but Vince's was a little thicker, and I felt it as it stretched out my cheeks and slid into the back of my throat. I held it there, looked up at him, and then slid it back out of my mouth. I kissed his balls, and then took another savory lick up his shaft, flicking my tongue at his cockhead, and then swallowed his cock whole again, savoring everything. I slurped up and down for awhile, and then pulled out, kissing his shaft.
I reached in the duffel bag and fished out the green bottle. I held it up to him.
"Lubricant, huh?"
"Fuckbuddies."
"Now you have one more," I said, lathering up his thick cock generously.
"No condom?"
"I'm clean. And I know Jim is clean, too," I said, before stripping down to nothing.
"Get over here, then," he commanded. I didn't need to be told twice. I got on the couch, spread my legs, and then positioned myself over his cock. I slid it in very slowly, letting my ass get used to a new thickness, and then I plopped down. I grunted in pain as my ass was invaded by that thick ebony sausage. Vince slapped my ass and I straddled him harder, sliding him in and out of my ass, but never fully out. Just to the tip, and then back down, the lubricant making it easier for his cock to glide inside of me. He started growing silent, his cock inside me making his body putty to my hands. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and he moaned out – "I love it when my bottoms are active."
"Mmmh," I said, clenching my thighs and sliding up and down, and then I stopped. He looked at me in confusion and then in pleasure as I slowly slid him out of me one time and plopped out of him. "Now let's come to my room, and you can fuck me there."
He didn't waste time after following me obediently into my room. He pushed my shoulders down on the bed and for the second time in one day, a cock was in me. Vince didn't last long.
Not long at all.
"Aaahhh!" he said, letting out one large pump of cum. I clenched my thighs tighter, absorbing the other bursts of seed. It was too much for my own cock, Big, then Vince, and I hadn't gotten...and then I went off, sending out a burst of cum into my mattress. Well, four bursts. Expecting him to get off like Big did, I kind of braced myself for it, but Vince stayed in, he flipped me on my side and then we embraced passionately, his cock still in me for the time being. Eventually it softened enough to pull it out, and Vince slid out gently before returning to his embrace.
"First time with a black man?"
I nodded. "Second guy I've been fucked by, too."
"Enjoy it?"
"A lot. Do you enjoy fucking guys?"
"I enjoy it. I love fucking women, but there's something about doing it with guys that is crazy fun. Specially when they have asses like yours," and he rubbed my ass to underscore the point.
" Been doing it for years."
"Multiple partners?"
"Oh yeah, but I'm always making sure they're clean. Trust me, I'll know."
"Speaking of clean, do you think you can wash off your cock? I want to suck you off again." I said, giving his still-engorged cock a tug.
"And then I get to fuck you again?"
"You bet."
"Good," he said, kissing me deeply. "I'm really liking being in that ass of yours."
He stood up to go to the restroom to clean himself off. I laid back in my bed, sweating, but content.
I was set to relax when the doorbell rang. That was concerning. The sun was setting and the `no soliciting' sign scared away all but the most obstinate of salesmen. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to the door. "Hey Vince, someone's at the door, I'm going to go get it."
I didn't even bother checking the peek-hole thing, I just opened the door wide, ready to surprise the person on the other side in my half-naked annoyance and then –
"Sandy?"
"Damian?"
It was my ex, the one that had dumped me not that long ago, well, several months had passed before she amicably dumped me for bullshit reasons. Standing there, short shorts, grey hoodie, no doubt she was on her way from or on her way back from the gym.
"Am I interrupting something important?"
I thought about telling her there was a handsome black man in the bathroom, but I decided against it and shook my head.
"Come on in," I said, and pointed her at the couch.
"Thanks, I won't stay long, I just came from the gym and, well, I always drive by here. I wanted to stop by and talk and...have you been working out?"
I laughed, "Yeah, a little bit."
"Oh, well, anyway," she said, kicking off her sandals, "I wanted to apologize. Why I dumped you."
"Yyyeahh, touchy subject, but go on," I said, sitting down next to her.
"I was wrong to dismiss bisexuality just like that. It was just, I guess the way I was brought up and how wrong it was, I never gave you a chance."
"Sandy, I don't think you gave yourself a chance to understand it. I'm doing that right now, actually, I've been exploring more and more of that side of me."
"Still into girls?"
"Of course I am! I can't resist them. But there is something to be said for man on man action."
"How...how is that like?"
"Well...it's different. It's just as satisfying, but it has that edge of being `taboo'"
She placed her hand on mine.
"Well...I would like to know more about this. I want to be supportive and...I'll admit it. I'm curious."
The door to the bathroom suddenly creaked open, and Sandy jumped. "Who's there?"
"A friend that's been helping me explore my curiosity."
Her face looked to the door for a second and then turned back to me. "Alright, I'm not going to judge. Who is it?"
"A friend of a friend. Vince, you can come out!"
Fortunately, Vince came out with a towel wrapped around his muscular midsection, otherwise the size of his dick might have scared Sandy off. He pulled up a chair in front of the coffee table and sat down. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. "Hello, I'm Vince." He stretched his hand out and Sandy took it, and then found her words. "I'm uh...I'm Sandy. I'm Damian's ex. Nice to meet you too."
"I couldn't help but overhear, but, I take it bisexuality is something new to you, Sandy?" he asked her, his voice a rich baritone with no hint of condescension or malice.
"Yeah, it's just, I don't know. I know when I was younger I found some of the yaoi magazines, the boy on boy things kind of cute, but as I got older it didn't make sense."
"That's perfectly normal. I felt the same way, but one particular stint in the army and I decided to explore things further. You said you wanted to know more, right?"
She nodded, nervously.
"Then why don't you tell me what you're curious about, exactly, maybe we can demonstrate."
"I uh...really, you'd do that?"
"Yep!" I said, and Vince pushed down his towel just a little bit, to show a glimpse of a growing ebony bulge.
"Can I see you both naked first?"
"I'm shy," I said.
"I've seen you naked many times before, Damian."
"True that."
I undressed, and then Vince slowly unveiled his masculinity. Sandy's eyes widened when she saw Vince's engorged member. Like I mentioned earlier, she'd be surprised how much I could take of that inside of me. I still preferred Big's, though.
"Can you two like...make out with each other?"
Vince nodded, and I sauntered over to him and started kissing him deeply. Kissing men was still something I wasn't awfully committed too. Everything else was kosher, but kissing was still something I preferred a woman's soft lips too. Before long, I broke the kiss and saw Sandy had her rosy cheeks flustered. She was turned on. A tinge of nostalgia swept over me as I curly my hand around Vince's member and looked at her. Her golden locks, falling careless to the side of her hair, her cherubic face, blue eyes, sweet lips.
"Looks like your ex is enjoying this, Damian. Sandy, is there anything else you'd like us to do?"
"I uh..can..Damian suck your cock?"
"He sure can. It's not his first time doing that today."
I sat down, rocked back on my knees and slid Vince's sword down my gullet, moving off to the side so Sandy could see the full spectacle – My tongue sliding up, taking a quick swab at the cockhead, my lips puckering up, my hand closing around my lips, and then the downward motion, slow and savory. My peripheral view gave me a glimpse of Sandy rubbing her thigh with one hand and pinching her other thigh with the other. I kept up my motion, and Vince managed to whisper out.
"I'm ready to come, Sandy, what should your ex do?"
"I want him to take a facial."
I let the ebony cock slide out of my mouth and looked at her. "Only if you get naked first."
I thought she would deny but she took a deep breath and quickly undressed, showing off a glistening pussy, erect nipples, moist lips. I was so incredibly hard, too.
"Now, I can take the facial," I said, and started jacking Vince off furiously. He grabbed my head, grunted loudly, and then spilled his seed on my cheeks and open mouth, three bursts, narrowly missing my eye.
I swallowed a gulp of cum and then turned to face Sandy. "How does it taste?"
"It tastes like nothing, like mine."
"I'd...I want to try."
"Good, you can suck him off,"
"What? You heard me. Vince, she wants to try your cock."
"What about you?"
I leaned in and kissed her deeply, sliding two fingers into her wetness. I broke the kiss.
"Turn over, get on your hands and knees."
She nodded and bot on the carpet on all fours, in the open area by the coffee table. Her ass and toes were facing me, and I slid into her well-lubricated pussy from behind.
"Oh, God, I missed that cock so much!" she moaned as Vince made his way over to Sandy's face and knelt down. "Have you ever had black cock, Sandy?"
"No, just white and brown," she moaned.
"Seeing other guys since we split?"
"I...yeah,"
"Good, so you're experienced. Start sucking."
Like a magnet, she fell on Vince's cock, taking his semi-hard entirety in one gulp. A sudden twist of emotion and I saw he had gotten hard again, slowly guiding in and out of Sandy's mouth.
"She's good at this, Damian."
"I...know," I said, slamming harder, and harder, and harder. Vince really manhandled Sandy's mouth, I could see his thick cock sliding in and out and in and... "Oh, mmmmmhmmm" I moaned, and filled Sandy's wetness with my own, three thrusts, and then I heard loud, audible gasps, slurps, and Vince's quiet, guttural moan as Sandy swallowed his seed.
We collapsed on each other, fondling our bodies, caressing, a brown, black, pink mass of twisting bodies.
"God, I missed you," I breathed out as I kissed Sandy passionately, my fingers deep inside her, weaving my cum and her moistness together while Vince groped my ass and Sandy held a firm grip on the man's thick cock.
"I missed you too," Sandy said, turning and rolling so that she was laying down in front of me, her lips very close to my spent cock. "And I missed this," she said, kissing my cock and then gently taking it in her mouth. I was hard again, almost instantly as her lips and moist tongue caressed my shaft. I closed my eyes and let her begin to suck, gently, softly, lovingly. I opened my eyes and saw Vince reaching for the black bag he had left under the coffee table. He looked at me as if to ask permission, and I nodded. I thought he was heading for me as he pulled the tube of lubricant. "Sandy," he asked. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
With a mouthful of cock, she shook her head.
"First time for everything, don't you think?"
No response, but then...a slow nod. I had taken Sandy's cherry, but she was always too afraid to try anal. Vince settled behind her and squirted a very generous glob of lubricant on his hand.
"I want you to try and relax, Sandy, just suck on that cock slowly and take deep breaths."
She obeyed, and I brushed her hair with my hand to the side, she looked up at me. What was in those eyes? Love? Lust? Both?
Vince started kneading my ex girlfriend's ass and then slowly introduced a finger at the tip of her ass, she winced and tensed up, but kept her composure. He began coating the area with lubricant, coating his cock with lubricant, stroking it as he, like Big had done for me not too long ago. Before long, she had relaxed, and was enjoying the deep fingering and the cock in her mouth. Then it happened, Vince pulled his finger out, and positioned himself behind Sandy, and in one slow motion, he placed his bulging cockhead on Sandy's rear. "Now, just relax," he said, and guided himself in, very slowly, and Sandy moaned in pain. "Just let yourself get used to it, oh man, Sandy, you're tighter than your boyfriend." She moaned, a more pleasurable grunt this time, and Vince began slowly easing in and out of her while she sucked my cock.
I got to see Vince's look of intense concentration as he slid in and out of Sandy, his veiny cock pulsing, pounding very gently. His hand reached down and began fingering her en sync with his own thrusts. It was so unbelievably hot. "Don't cum yet, Damian," Vince commanded, sensing my sudden tension. "I want her to cum first."
It didn't take long for her to do so, in a moan that turned into a high pitched squeal. It set Vince and me thrusting deep into her and filling her with out seed, a long, drawn out release. Sandy swallowed gulps of my cum before letting my cock slip out of her mouth.
Vince pulled out slowly, and gave Sandy a slap on the rump for good measure.
"I'm spent, you two. I think I'm going to head on home. We'll be seeing each other around."
We nodded, and Vince dressed in front of us, exiting soon after.
"Well, that was a ride," I said, laughing. Sandy laughed. "I think I like you being bisexual. Any other stories you want to share?"
"Oh, you have no idea."