This work of semi-fiction contains graphic depictions of homosexual sex. If such depictions offend you, or you are not of a legal age to read such depictions, or such depictions are otherwise illegal in the place you reside, please leave immediately. If such depictions turn you on, however, happy wanking...
I moved to Atlanta when I was nineteen. I had grown up the Chicago area, but decided to take some time off after finishing my freshman year at Northwestern. I wanted to be on my own, away from home and somewhere warm. California seemed too far and Florida too hot, so I chose Atlanta for what seemed like a good balance. I felt like I needed some time to myself after what had been a pretty turbulent year for me. My transition from high school to college hadn't been smooth and I had gone through a nasty break-up with my girlfriend of three years. She dumped me for some guy she had met at her college out east, and did it so casually that you would have thought we had been together for three weeks, not three years. She told me to get over it when I started to cry on the phone with her. I told her I needed her and loved her and she told me I needed someone, but it wasn't her. She told me she had met a "real man" and was done with "boys" like me. That part hurt the worst: I was a boy getting dumped for a man. Fucking bitch.
So I moved to Atlanta to lick my wounds and clear my head. Little did I know how clear my head would get. I found a place to live near the Buckhead region and got a job waiting tables. The restaurant I worked in was decent, but not great. I didn't have enough experience to get into a real fine-dining place, but the money was pretty good and the rest of the staff was all young like me. I worked four nights a week and partied seven. It was just what I needed. There was one guy I worked with, Aaron, who was the best waiter there and kind of ran the show. He was always telling people what to do, and so the rest of the staff kind of thought he was a dick, but I got along with him and we sort of became friends. I say "sort of" because we never went out partying together, but we talked at work and he treated me better than he treated everyone else. One night he surprised me, asking me where I was going after work. I told him I usually went to a few bars on my way home. "What kind of bars do you like?" he asked me. Strange question, I thought. "The kind with alcohol, and lots of it," I told him. "I'll take you to a few of my favorite spots," he said, not so much inviting me as telling me I was going with him. I just shrugged and said okay. I was feeling like we were turning the corner to becoming good friends, and that made me happy. Aaron was the kind of man people gravitated towards and looked up to. He was a natural leader, and I liked the fact that he liked me. On the face of it we were total opposites: he was this chiseled, handsome black dude with short, tight hair and a wicked-looking goatee, and I was kind of a thin white boy with floppy hair and a face that wouldn't need a razor for a few years yet. He drove a bike and I walked to work, so later that evening I was holding on to him as we weaved in and out of the Atlanta traffic. I wasn't wild about motorcycles, but after a couple of stops and a few pops I was losing my fears. Towards the end of the night he told me he was taking me to his favorite spot. We headed out to what seemed like a seedier part of town, and went into this dark bar that didn't even have a sign out front. I got a strange vibe from the place, and as my eyes got used to the dark, I noticed that there were only men in the joint. "Is this a gay bar?" I asked, kind of naively. "More or less," he replied casually. "I just like the atmosphere." I just swallowed a few times and didn't say anything. Aaron laughed at my discomfort. "We can leave," he said. "It's just that I, um, I don't know...I've never been to a gay bar." "It's no big deal. Nobody bites here...unless you want them to," he added, smiling. "Come on, we'll head back to my place for a nightcap, then I'll take you home. I only live about ten minutes from here, that's why it's my usual last stop." We ordered up a couple of shots, 'just to be friendly,' he said, then headed out the door. By the time we got back to his place, I was feeling no pain. I apologized again about semi-freaking over the gay bar thing, but he laughed it off. "No sweat," he said, "my girlfriend freaked the first time I took her there, too." "You have a girlfriend?" I asked, surprised. "I thought..." "Sure, here's her picture," he said, handing me a framed photo. "Southern blondes love their dark meat," he added, laughing. The photo was of Aaron and this really hot blonde arm in arm, laughing and holding drinks. I immediately relaxed. I don't know why I had acted so paranoid. At the same time I felt a little disappointed that he must not have been hitting on me. That made me feel odd. "Let's go up to my room and have a drink," Aaron said. "I don't want to wake up my roommate. He works days, and sleeps downstairs, so we hardly see each other. We communicate by messages on our doors." We headed up the stairs to his room, which was more like a suite. He had a bedroom with a wet bar and a sitting room with a small couch and chairs that led to his own bathroom. "What a great set-up," I commented, accepting another vodka on the rocks. Christ, we were really pounding them tonight. I was glad I was off the next couple of days. "Yeah, I even have a weight-room," he said, opening what I thought was a closet door. It was a small room, but still had enough space for a bench-press, a stack of free weights and a rowing machine. Aaron walked in, stripped off his shirt and laid down on the bench. "Spot me," he said. I followed him in and dutifully stood by his head as he effortlessly did about ten reps with what looked like about a hundred and fifty pounds. His chest was ripped and started to glisten a little as he finished. I noticed his great build with a little jealousy and a little something else, not sure what that something else could be. "Your turn," he grunted, getting up. "I don't think so. I'm not much of a work-out guy." "Take your shirt off and lay down," he ordered me, like I hadn't said a word. I figured, what the hell? It's obvious I'm kinda skinny; so he'll see I'm not in as great of shape as he, so what? I took off my shirt and laid down, disconcerted by the fact that I kind of liked laying down on his sweaty bench. I lifted the bar and did about three reps and tried to put it back. "One more," he ordered, again sounding a little gruff. I tried to comply, but my arms were shaking, and I would have dropped the bar had he not helped me put it back in its cradle. Then he casually took off his pants and sat in his rowing machine. I could barely swallow, he looked so hot in his CK briefs, pumping away with his arms and legs. I was also starting to feel a little panicky that he would tell me to take off my pants; I had gone cowboy to work. I silently cursed myself for not having done laundry. Of course he got up and right on cue said, "Take off your pants and hop in." I started to stammer, "I, uh, I don't feel like it..." He walked right up to me and undid my belt. I was so surprised I couldn't move. He undid the clasp and my pants fell to my ankles. I stood there with burning cheeks, and the fact that I was blushing made me blush even more. "Nothing to be ashamed of," he smirked, and I couldn't tell if he meant my size or the fact that I was a little more than soft. He went to a closet door and lifted something off the handle. "Here, put this on." He tossed me a jockstrap. I somewhat reluctantly started to put it on. It felt a little crusty. I was bent over, lifting it up when he walked by and smacked my ass cheek, and not playfully, either. "Move it," he said. His whole attitude had changed from this easy-going party boy into some kind of drill sergeant. And what was worse was I was kind of enjoying it, and responding to it. He made me row until my arms and legs were weak, then told me to come with him. We went into his sitting room and he motioned me to sit on the couch. He went back into his bedroom and came back a minute later with a joint. "Reward time," he said, sitting down next to me. We smoked for a few minutes in silence, and I started to feel totally relaxed. The fact that I was wearing nothing but a borrowed jock and this handsome black stud whom I had only known for a few weeks was wearing only boxer-briefs and we were sitting together on a couch with our sweaty shoulders touching didn't seem the least bit strange to me. I felt a slight discomfort as my buzz came on, because I knew how horny dope got me and if I got a hard-on it would be pretty obvious. I was thinking hazily about how I could put my pants back on casually, when Aaron spoke. "Want to feel something really cool?" he asked. "Uh, sure," I stammered, wondering what I had just agreed to. "Turn around," he told me. I sat forward on the couch and turned my back to him. I felt him sit up, then felt his fingertips lightly on my back. He traced patterns all over my back, alternating between totally relaxing me and making me jump when his butterfly caresses would brush my sides. I could have sat there for hours. "Now do me," he said, turning away from me. I turned around and started to trace my fingers all over his back. It was a perfect v-shape and so smooth it felt like velvet. I kept swallowing hard because I was completely turned on, and I was both hoping and afraid that Aaron was going to make a move on me. What the fuck was I doing practically naked running my fingers over some guys back, and getting hot in the process? What the fuck was wrong with me? My cock was tenting in the jockstrap and I knew Aaron would see it the second he turned around. Part of me was freaking out, but part of me wanted more to happen. Aaron seemed to read my thoughts. "So you're telling me you never had sex with a guy before?" he asked, matter-of-factly and totally out of the blue. "I...um...no." "No what? No, that's not what you're saying, or no, you never have?" "I mean no, I had a girlfriend all through high school, but I guess I played a little 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' when I was a kid." "Did you like it?" "I don't know...I was a kid, it didn't mean anything." He stood up and pulled off his briefs. His semi-hard cock bounced in front of my face. Then he sat back down next to me, completely naked. I tried not to look at his cock, but I couldn't help myself. I felt the red creeping back into my cheeks. He laughed at me again. "But I guess now that you're grown up it would mean something." I didn't say anything, I was having too much trouble swallowing. I couldn't stop staring at his cock, which he was now lazily holding from the base. I felt like I was hypnotized. It seemed huge and I wanted to touch it. I wanted to feel the veins and the velvety head. His skin was a lighter black, and his cock was lighter still, though the head looked more reddish-brown. Slowly, as if in a dream, I reached out to touch it. He slapped my hand away and looked at me sternly. "Did I tell you you could touch my cock?" I blushed even harder, then thought ridiculously, 'Oh, no...now he probably thinks I'm some kind of fag!' I started to get up, then he laughed and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back down next to him. He slapped my face, only a little softer than he had slapped my ass, and then started kissing me. He pushed me back into the couch as he kissed me, pinning me while rubbing his hands over my body. These were no longer soft touches, but more like squeezes and pulls. He twisted my nipples, making me moan, and pinched at my stomach and thighs, kneading me, almost hurting me but at the same time kissing me so wonderfully that I completely submitted to him. He squeezed my hard cock and said, "I guess this tells you all you need to know." I nodded stupidly. My heart was pounding and butterflies spun in my gut. THAT told me something; even the first time I kissed my girlfriend I didn't feel butterflies. He slapped my face again and told me to stand up. I wanted to tell him to stop hitting me, but I was absurdly afraid of offending him. I stood up and he said, "Now take off my roommate's jockstrap and smell it." I blinked a few times and said, "Your roommate's...? He slapped my ass hard. "Do it!" I quickly removed the jock and held it to my face, inhaling deeply. I was naked, embarrassed and hard as hell. "How does it smell?" he asked. "I don't know, really...kind of musky and sweaty, I guess." "Do you like it?" My bouncing cock gave me away. "Yeah, I guess so." He laughed at me. "That's our cum rag. Every time one of us jacks off, we use that to wipe up the cum. Then we hang it on each other's door so the other guy can sniff it when he's jacking." That was so twisted and sexy I didn't know what to say. He slapped my ass and told me to sit down. "Smell it some more," he ordered me. I obediently sniffed at the dirty jock, getting higher and hornier in the process. "You can feel my cock while you sniff that," he added. I immediately reached over with my right hand and held the hot, pulsing member. It felt wonderful to touch. It was thick and long, long enough that I could only hold half of it in my hand. It had a reverse bend to it, the kind that allows you to take a piss with no problem, even completely hard. It was so awesome to feel that it made me jealous to think of my cock by comparison. He smacked the back of my head. "I'm letting you smell my cum rag and touch my cock, and you don't even say thank you?" "Uh, thank you," I mumbled. Smack. "You look at me and talk in complete sentences." I stared at him for a second, then some other part of me took over. "Thank you for letting me smell your cum rug and touch your cock, sir." "That's better. Now get between my legs. God, I love breaking in skinny white guys." I got down on my knees, still holding the dirty jock to my face, then took hold of his cock again. "Now what do you want?" "I would really love to suck your cock, sir." He shook his head. "First you have to practice taking my load." I had no idea what he meant. "How do I do that, sir?" "We pretend you've been sucking my cock for the past half hour or so. Then I tell you I'm ready to cum. You jack my cock in front of your open mouth, thanking me for letting you suck it, and begging me to cum in your mouth. Got it?" "Yes, sir. I think so." "Put that cum rag around your neck, just in case you spill some." I obeyed, looping one of the leg holes over my head. "Good. Let's try it." He sat back and raised his hips. "Oh yeah, cocksucker, you got me close. I'm getting ready to shoot." I opened my mouth and started to stroke his cock, almost touching it to my lips. The smell alone was driving me wild; I could barely wait to actually taste it. "Thank you so much for letting me suck your beautiful cock, sir. Please cum in my mouth now. I want to taste your mancream. Please fill my mouth with your cum. Please. I want to be your cum rag." I could hardly believe the words that were coming from my mouth; even harder to believe was that I actually meant them. "Did you used to eat pussy before you were a fag?" "Yes, sir. I ate my girlfriend's pussy a lot." "Did you ever want to eat it as much as you want to suck my cock right now?" "No, sir. Never. I use to eat her out to just to get her horny enough to fuck. I want to suck your cock right now just to make you feel good so you'll let me keep doing it." It was true; I really wanted to suck his cock. I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't deny it, either. "Good answer, bitch. Now kiss and lick all over my cock and tell me how much you love it. You don't get to put it in your mouth until I'm convinced you're a total cock-worshipping faggot. Now get to it." "Yes, sir. Thank you for letting me kiss and lick your cock. I can't wait to feel it in my mouth. It feels so powerful in my hand. Please stick it in my faggot mouth and let me worship it with my tongue." "Not bad, cunt. You're getting me a little hot. Go ahead and swirl your tongue around the head. I'll shove it in when I feel like it." "Thank you so much, sir!" Now I felt like a total pussy; I was actually grateful to him that he was going to use my mouth. What was happening to me? I didn't have long to think about it as I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to swirl my tongue all over it. The feeling was incredible. I had never been so horny and happy in my life. The taste of his cockhead was pure sex and the feel of it in my mouth had my own cock dripping. I understood all at once that I was a complete slave to his cock and would do anything for it, anything he wanted. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure. The more he used me and degraded me, the more sexually satisfied I would be. Suddenly he leaned forward and grabbed the top of my head. He pulled my head forward by my hair, slowly pushing his cock into my mouth. I was moaning in grateful ecstasy, loving the feel and tasted of his monster cock filling my mouth. Then he stopped and pulled all the way out. He slapped my face hard. "Look at me when I feed you cock," he said. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Please feed me your cock again." He pushed his cock back into my mouth. I looked at him gratefully, but as he got to my throat I gagged a little and involuntarily shut my eyes. He pulled his cock out and again slapped my face. "You either do this right, or you don't get to taste my cock, understand?" I started to feel a little panicky. What if he takes it away, and doesn't let me suck it anymore? I couldn't believe I felt that way, but I did. What had happened to me? He slapped me twice, and laughed softly. "From the first time I saw you, I knew I'd have you like this. You're a born cocksucker who just needed to find out. Come here, I want to show you something." He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up. I followed him to the bathroom, where he had a full-length mirror on the door. He slapped me and told me to kneel down. He grabbed my hair and turned my face to show me the red marks on my cheek. "How does it make you feel when I slap you, cunt?" "I don't know...kind of like I deserve it, for being a stupid bitch. And sort of like you should slap me because I'm your pussy now." "That's very good. You're learning. Now watch this. Open your mouth." He slapped me as I complied, then he stuck his cock in my open mouth. "Make my cock feel real good and watch yourself turn into a cocksucking faggot." I did as I was told, sucking his cock for all I was worth and watching myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe how obscene I looked, on my knees naked, with a raging hard-on and a huge black cock distorting my face. My eyes were kind of glassy, and the look on my face was pure ecstasy. He pulled out of my mouth and yanked my head back by my hair. He spit three times in my face. "Now use my dickhead to rub my spit all over your face, and tell yourself what you think of my cock." It just kept getting better. He was humiliating me and making me do things I wanted to do. I took his cock and used the head to smear his spit all over my faggot face. "Mmm, I love this cock so much," I told my reflection. "I love how powerful it is and how good it feels in my mouth. I love the slurping, sucking noises I make with it. Best of all I love the taste, especially when I get a little precum. I can't wait to take a giant load and have to swallow all of it." He laughed. "Won't be long for that, pussy. Want me to help you make me shoot?" "Oh, thank you, sir. That would be wonderful, if it means I get to take your load sooner." "Sure thing, cocksucker. I want to cum pretty soon so I can start tearing into your ass. I'm looking forward to seeing the look on your face when I stuff my big black pole up into you. If I cum now I'll be able to pound away for a good hour." I must have looked scared, because he laughed as he slapped my face. "You didn't think you were going to get away with just sucking me off, did you?" "I don't know, I guess I didn't think about it. Will it hurt much, sir?" "If I do it right, it will. But that doesn't matter, does it? The only thing that counts is you doing everything you can to make my cock happy. If you do a really good job, I'll even let you suck another load out of me after I blow one into your ass. How does that sound?" I thought about it for a couple of minutes as he rubbed his cockhead all over my face and stuck it in and out of my mouth. I looked into the mirror and was amazed at the sight of a cocksucking faggot worshiping another man's tool. I felt my own cock swell as I considered what I was doing and what I had become. "I want to do whatever you want me to do. I'll do anything for you as long as you promise to feed me as many of your loads as you can, and let me use my faggot mouth to worship your cock." "I thought so, bitch. Fuck, you are getting me hot. I knew you'd turn out to be a cunt, but I didn't know that you would be this hot right from the start. Let's work a nice load into your mouth, so I can start abusing your pussy like you deserve." The thought of what he was going to do to me had me whimpering a little, as he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and started to jack his cock from the base with his other. He kept about half his cock in my mouth, sometimes pushing in a little further as he beat it faster and faster. He was smacking my lips with his hand as he jacked off in my mouth, and I was getting so delirious that I was trying to mumble 'thank you, thank you' for the way he was treating me. The combination of what he was doing to himself and to me was getting him close to the edge, because his knees were bending further and his legs bowing out as his cock stiffened in my mouth. I had to get on my hands and knees so I could lower myself to keep his cock in my mouth as his knees bent further and he pounded away furiously on his cock, abusing my poor mouth in the process. I was thinking how powerful he was and how I loved being used by him when he started to moan loudly and shake all over. He pulled my head back and told me to look at him and to beg for it. "Please cum in my faggot mouth, Aaron. I'll do anything for your load. I love being a pussy faggot sucking on your big black cock. I can't wait to give you my ass so you can show me what I cunt I am for you. Cum in my mouth now so you can pound my bitch ass like I deserve." I was licking and sucking his cockhead as I was begging for his cum. I couldn't believe what a faggot I had become so quickly, and I was completely turned on by it. "Here it comes, bitch. You got a big one brewing now. Oh, yeah, your sweet faggot mouth is gonna taste it now. Oh, fuck, bitch, here it comes now. Just the head in your mouth, cunt. We need lots of room for this. Oh fuckyeshereitis yesyesyes..." As I looked up at him and his eyes rolled back, I thought he must have gone over the edge and started pissing. My cum always came in spurts, even when the first shot was a long one. His first shot was one long stream that practically filled my mouth. I knew it wasn't piss right away because of how thick it was, but I was totally amazed. I swallowed it all in one gulp and Aaron pulled my hair roughly. "Keep it in your mouth, cunt," he snarled at me, as he shot four more long spurts into my mouth. By the time he was finished I had swallowed one mouthful and had my mouth completely filled again by the rest of his thick cum. I was delirious as he squeezed the last of his orgasm to the tip of his cock and slowly painted my face with it. "Show me," he said, slapping my faggot face after he had coated it. I opened my mouth wide, and he smiled. "That's a fucking mouthful. Good thing you swallowed the first shot, or you might have spilled some. Look in the mirror. Show yourself what a cum-guzzling slut you are." I stared at my abused face and was amazed by the milky white load filling my mouth. I was so turned on; I couldn't wait for him to let me swallow it down. He had other ideas, though. He reached into the bathroom and brought out a clear glass. "Spit it all into this," he told me. I was a little disappointed, but did as I was told. Then I got even more turned on as he pushed his still-hard cock into the glass and swirled it around. He produced his cum-coated cock and let me lick it and suck it clean. "Thank you, sir. This is so awesome. I can't believe you're letting me have all this cum. Thank you so much." I was slobbering and sucking and licking as he continued to pull his spit-and-cum-coated cock from my mouth, swirl it in the cum-filled glass and then stick it back in my mouth. When we had finished about half the glass, he told me to sit on the floor and to give him an extra-sloppy blowjob. He held the glass up to my mouth and let me drink it all down. There was still so much cum in the glass that it took me three swallows to get it all. I was stoned out of my mind on cock and cock-juice, and still I wanted more. Fuck! I had become a total cockslave, and loved it. I started to lick and suck his cock with the taste of his cum still filling my mouth. "Really sloppy now, cunt. Let the juices drip all over your pussy stick and down to your ass. The sloppier you are, the more lube gets to your ass." I started moaning and slobbering all over his cock. My spit and the remnants of his cum were dripping down my chin, dropping down to my crotch and slowly oozing down to my fuckhole. "All right, bitch," he said, after I worked on his cock for fifteen minutes or so, "get up on the couch and pull your knees up to your head." I sat back on the couch and scooted my ass forward so it was hanging over the edge. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled them up towards my head. Aaron stood over me, slowly rubbing my spit and his cum all over his cock. He spit in his hand and added that to the mix, looking down on me hungrily. "I am going to fuck you into a total pussy, you know that?" "Oh, Aaron, your cock is so big. I'm a little scared. I know I have to take it if I ever want to suck you again, but I've never been fucked before." "I told you that you would love sucking on my big black pole, and you liked it even more than I thought. Now I'm telling you that you're gonna love getting fucked, too. By the time we're done, you won't be able to decide where you want it more, you fucking cocksucking whore." With that he knelt down and began to rub his cockhead up and down my ass-crack, pausing to push at my hole every once in a while. Each time he pushed I felt my hole give a little more, until I couldn't take it anymore. "Please, sir," I begged, "use my hole how you want. I want your big cock up in me. Give it to me, please." He laughed at me and began to spank my ass. "I want this nice and red so it hurts inside and out," he said. He continued to slap my ass until the stings brought tears to my eyes, then he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up a little and slapped me hard in the face. He let my hair go and I fell back, feeling like I was his total abused slut. I couldn't wait for him to take me all the way. God, he was so powerful and dominating. He began to push harder into me, and I felt my hole stretching. It was painful, but I knew he didn't care and that turned me on even more. I felt kind of a pop, and he was smiling at me. "You got the head, here comes the rest, bitch. Gonna fuck you real nice, now." I felt his monster pole sliding up into me, and the sensation was incredible. It hurt so bad that I was moaning and groaning, turning my head from side to side. "Please," was all I could say, and barely that. I began to feel another sensation, kind of like I had to piss and cum at the same time, and the feeling was between pain and pleasure. "You got it all now, cunt. I'm balls deep in your ass. How does that big black cock feel up in you?" He didn't give me time to answer, he just slowly pulled out and then slowly pushed in. He would pull out just so the head of his cock was still in me, then push all the way to the base, making me groan loudly. After about ten minutes the pain was completely gone, the feeling of submitting and being filled the only one left. "Look at you, cunt. You're taking cock up your ass like you've been doing it your whole life. You were meant to be a pussyboy, you know that? Now quit you're moaning and thank me for this." He shoved hard and held himself deep in me. "Oh, Aaron," I said, my eyes half-lidded, the iron-taste of cum making my mouth feel thick, "thank you so much for giving me your cock and showing me what a pussy I am. Fuck me hard now and use my ass to make your cock feel good." He slapped my face and stood up, pulling out of me with a plop. "Suck on it some more, bitch," he said. "Right out of my pussy? Oh, god, thank you for this," I said, leaning forward to take his hot, dirty cock in my mouth. It felt so nasty to be sucking and slurping on his dick that had just been pounding in and out of my ass. I felt like a total cunt, and couldn't wait for him to fuck me again. It didn't take long for me to get my wish; after a few minutes of letting me suck on his beautiful meat, he pulled out, slapped my face and told me to stand up. "Now turn around and lean over the back of the couch," he said. I did as I was told, arching my back a little to give him full access to my boypussy. He began to spank my ass hard, alternating cheeks and occasionally slapping my crack. He was really giving it to me good, and, little bitch that I had become, I was thanking him in between whimpering and crying. "Ow! Oh, thank you, sir, uhh uhh uhh, please, ow, please oh, uh, spank my ass, sir. Ahhh, fuck, ow, uh, thank you." After a few minutes of treating me like his bitch-boy, he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock deep into me. My ass-cheeks burned and his cock felt like it was splitting me. I moaned in agonized pleasure as he began to slowly long-dick me, this time pulling all the way out and letting my ass-lips partially close before forcing his steely rod back all the way to the base. I was making high-pitched grunts like you'd hear watching pro female tennis players. "Uh-UHH, oh fuck, uh-UHH, uh-UHH..." "Take that cock, bitch. Take it all. Little pussyboy didn't even know how much he loved cock 'til I showed him. Say thank you, cunt." "Uh, ow, thank you, oh god, thank you for giving me your, ow, oh, your beautiful black pole. Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me, uh, oh god, please fuck me hard..." Aaron continued to slam his cock into me, practically lifting me off my feet as roughly forced his huge meat all the way to the base. The feeling was so intense that I was practically choking, and the noises coming from behind me were an obscene mixture of grunts, slurping sounds and flesh-smacking. His powerful cock was really hurting me, and I was getting even more turned on by the thought that he knew he was hurting me and was enjoying himself even more because of it. After almost twenty minutes of pounding had gone on, with no end in sight, I started to cry. It started as little whimpering, but as his savage thrusts continued to assault my poor ass I began to hit the back of the couch and beg for mercy. "Oh, please, Aaron! Can we stop for a minute? Please, sir? Please? Ow, ow, oh..." He pulled out suddenly, and I felt immediate relief, but strangely empty as well. "Go lay on the bed on you stomach," he commanded. I walked across the room, feeling my ass sway as I did so. I felt like a bitch who had just been fucked, and it was making me walk funny. Kind of girlish and sexy, I thought. I got turned on, imagining what a pussy Aaron had turned me into. Suddenly he was right behind me, and WHACK! He smacked my ass hard and shoved me forward onto the bed. He slapped my burning ass for a few minutes, then lay down on top of me. "Break time is over, bitch," he said, shoving his cock back up into me. I shuddered under him, my whole body shaking in pain and pleasure as he began to pound away again. After only five minutes or so, he started panting hard and growling/groaning into my ear. I felt his cock grow and expand in my ass, then with a loud grunt he came in another large stream, holding his cock deep in me as it shot. He pulled back once, then went balls deep again with another spurt. He repeated the pull-back/shoot routine about six times, until his cock and balls were drained. Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and dripping sweat. A few minutes later he rolled off me onto his back. I groaned as his half-hard cock slid out of my ass. "Clean it," was all he said. I leaned down and took his nasty beautiful cock by the base and began to lick it like an ice cream cone. I continued to lick and suck until all the come and ass-juice were gone. By the time I was finished he was completely hard again, so I went to my knees between his legs and started a serious love-making blowjob. "Just can't get enough of that black dick, can you slut? I guess I turned you out pretty good." "I can't believe how in love I am with this cock," I told him. "My ass and jaw are so sore right now, but all I want is to make your cock feel good. Can I keep sucking it now, please? I want to suck another load out of your balls, if I can. Will that be all right?" I asked, kissing and licking the huge mushroom head, the taste and smell making my head swim. "Sure, bitch, go for it. Three times is usually my limit for one session, but we'll see how I feel after I give you another load. Speaking of loads, you're not letting that come drip out of your ass, are you?" "No, sir. I'm squeezing my ass tight so I don't lose any of it." "Get up here and sit on my cock so you can enjoy cleaning it off again." I did as I was told, leaning on his chest as he lined his cockhead up with my dripping hole. I sat down slowly, feeling my insides go squishy as his monster pole once again invaded my ass. When I was seated all the way to the base he held me in place and throbbed his cock a few times. Then he slowly lifted my hips and held my ass in place over his cock as his previous load oozed out and coated his prick. "There you go, bitch. Nice and dirty, just how you love it. Now get busy." Get busy, I did, sucking his fat cock for another half hour, until I was rewarded by another thick load. I swallowed that load as he shot, sucking and slurping all the come from his dick, jacking myself madly as I did. After I finished, Aaron pulled me up next to him and we fell asleep for a few hours. We were both ready for more action, and Aaron continued my education in making his cock feel good.
End part 1 phellater@hotmail.com