My 13th anniversary present to Scott...
Part 1
Scott and I have been together, officially, for 13 years. Over the years, It's gotten harder and harder to buy gifts for him, as he makes enough money to buy pretty much whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. Of the two of us, he is the more introverted one. He is very shy and doesn't make new friends easily. I, on the other hand, rarely meet a stranger. Sexually, he tends to be more of the top, and me more the bottom, although he's actually more versatile than I am. He's just better at being a top than me- although I'm practicing to pick up the slack, so to speak. Physically, we are opposites, he is hairy and athletic with a close-cropped beard, and I am thin and smooth with no real facial hair to speak of. (This, I believe is why we don't have more three-ways than we have. We are just attracted to different types.) The guys who are attracted to him, rarely are attracted to me, and vice versa. But finding a guy who was attracted only to Scott wasn't difficult.
We have had a couple of three-ways in the past, the last one was sort of a friendship with benefits that fizzled out a few years ago. He was a very attractive black man named Jason, and we both had sex with him, but it became clear that he and Scott were more into each other than me. I actually started to enjoy watching them have sex before we lost contact. The last three years have been pretty slow -- sexually speaking. Which brings me to my latest idea for an anniversary present for Scott.
I know that he has a weakness for well-endowed black men, especially bottoming for them. I keep hoping that he would find a nice black man to help take care of this need, but for whatever reason, he doesn't ever seem to connect with one. So, I took it upon myself to find one for him. This was my anniversary gift to him.
Cruising online, I began looking for black guys that would be interested in topping my boyfriend while I watched. After only a few online conversations, I found a guy who was both well hung, and found hairy guys attractive. He liked the idea of fucking my partner while I watched. Since he was coming from out of town, I invited him to stay at our house for the weekend of our anniversary.
On our anniversary, I made dinner early, and then took a shower with Scott. While in the shower I told him I had a special gift for him, but he was going to have be squeaky clean, inside and out to get it. I helped him shower gave him an enema to clean out his bowels. Afterwards, I wrapped him up in a towel and laid him on our large ottoman in our T.V. room, along with a couple of towels and a big bottle of lube. I put on a white t-shirt and a pair of jockey shorts and called Mark, Scott's anniversary present. He arrived a few minutes later, and after our initial hello's, I took him upstairs to meet Scott. I introduced them and went downstairs to fix everyone a drink. When I got back with the cocktails, they were talking politely and Mark had taken off his shirt and shoes, but still had his jeans on.
We had our drinks and kept talking for few minutes more, before I told Scott "Happy Anniversary!" and helped Mark out of his pants. Scott was already hard under his towel, and Marks 9 inch cock was rapidly swelling in his shorts. Scott gave me one last look, I smiled and nodded and he reached for Marks waistband and released his big black cock. I sat back on the sofa and watched as Mark pulled off the towel and grabbed the back of Scott's head with one of his big muscular hands. Scott grabbed marks hardening erection and dove in, mouth open wide. It was better than I imagined, seeing him swallow that large dark piece of meat all the way to the base, before coming up for air, and diving in again. My own cock was now pressing tightly against my underwear.
After about 10 minutes of Mark slowly forcing Scott's head down over his erection, he pulled Scott off, and forced him on all fours, ass in the air. He bent down, and for the next 10 minutes he gave Scott a rimming like I'd never seen, forcing his tongue all the way up Scotts hole. Scott let out a series of low, loud moans every time his ass was invaded by Marks wet tongue.
Mark flipped him over, and grabbed the bottle of lube on the floor. He stepped around to the side, where Scott could reach him. He handed him the bottle of lube, and Scott quickly began slathering it all up and down the length of Mark's enormous cock. Mark held out his hand as Scott squeezed some lube onto it. Mark hoisted Scott's furry legs over his shoulders and began to work the lube into his ass. He slowly worked in a finger, then two, then three fingers, stretching Scotts hole in preparation for his big black dick.
As I watched from my perch on the sofa, Mark leaned in, lifting Scott's ass off the ottoman and pointed his thick black cock at his quivering hole. Although his muscles were flexing he gently slid the first two of his nine inches into Scott. Scott moaned, and asked him for more. Mark began to work his cock into Scott's ass, slowly in and out. Each time forcing another inch or so inside, until finally he was balls deep in Scotts ass, his wiry pubic hair rubbing against Scotts hairy balls. Scott was literally dripping by this time.
Once Mark was sure he was ready, he began pounding Scott's ass with his massive piece of meat. Each thrust ending with a hard slap of flesh on flesh. Scott had reached down and was spreading his asscheeks apart to help accommodate Marks thick dark tool. It was better than any porn movie, watching this man pound away at my boyfriend's ass. Mark turned Scott on his side, facing me, and put one leg down, keeping the other on his shoulder. This gave him even more leverage, and he was able to bury even more of his rock hard cock inside Scott. Scott laid there, legs spread wide, eyes closed as I watched.
I don't know how long this lasted, but after a good long while Mark began to groan and he reached down to stroke Scotts dripping hard on. With a shudder he began to unload what must have been a bucket of cum up Scotts ass, all the while stroking Scott to an orgasm that sent streams of cum over the edge of the ottoman and onto the floor and sofa.
By this time I had begun stroking my own hard on, in rhythm to Marks pounding. Once I saw Scott shoot his load across the room, I let loose my own flood of cum all over his hairy chest as he lied there trying to catch his breath.
Mark finally slid his softening cock out of Scotts dripping ass. Scott rolled onto his back, and I grabbed a towel and cleaned both of them off. I started the shower for them, but before I could back out, Mark and Scott were there behind me. We all three showered together. Afterwards, I made us another drink and re-joined them in the T.V. room, where they were already making plans for the rest of the weekend. After a quick kiss, Scott made sure I knew I would be there to watch it all.