This is an erotic fiction story about a gay black muscleman with emphasis on muscle worship and domination with consensual and nonconsensual sex. If this is not your thing or you are under legal age of consent, please stop now.
This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.
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Davon White, Superstud
EPILOGUE
As I opened my eyes, I stretched my massive arms and then rolled over to look at my bed partner. Jamal was so gorgeous. Big muscular hunk, any gay man's dream, and he was all mine. Very gently, I pulled the sheet off his muscular body, and then slid down to his crotch. I just admired his beautiful black prick for a moment before taking it in my mouth. Jesus, I loved doing this for Jamal. And this is the way a guy needs to wake up, with his lover's mouth wrapped around his prick. I knew while I was in prison that Jamal missed me. Hell, he mentioned it often even though I talked to him once or twice a day on the phone. He really couldn't handle the running of the business by himself, and I was so dense that I thought that was the only reason he missed me. What he finally admitted to me was that he has been in love with me ever since we were fucking each other as teenagers. He was just being very patient and waiting for me to notice. That patience ran out when he picked me up on the day I was released from Maryland Correctional'. Of course, he picked me up in a limo, but I'd barely closed the door when he was kissing me madly and unfastening my pants. Three minutes later he had my growing prick in his mouth. Hell, I couldn't say no to Jamal even if I believed that friends don't fuck friends' because he is gorgeous. He's also a top; a real dominant stud. But, damn, does he ever know how to give a blowjob. But it wasn't just the blow job because Jamal just wouldn't stop. After he blew me, he climbed on and fucked himself on my cock, right there in the back of the limo. By the time we finally arrived in Baltimore an hour and a half later, he was trying to blow me again. So, I have a lover and I'm monogamous now. Well, almost anyway. No more rapes, which is probably a good thing, since that should keep me out of jail. Jamal and I both tend to be Alphas, so we have some pretty rough sex between us, but, as lovers, we share, and I actually bottom sometimes. But we also bring in a twink sometimes for a threesome, so we can really let loose and be as rowdy as we want. At my insistence they were usually cute white teenagers. I mean, I'd really got hooked on fucking white ass while I was in prison. Occasionally we'd bring in two boys so we can get long, drawn out blowjobs while lying back on the bed necking with each other. And let me tell you, there ain't anything quite like kissing your lover while you're each getting blown, or while you're both plowing into tight little teenage asses. So, I was happy, and I was in love. We spread out from the drug business into real estate and were doing very well so we had unlimited funds and being Boss wasn't particularly strenuous. I already told you that my penthouse was a palace, and with Jamal next to me in bed every night it was damn near perfect. Believe it or not, it was even better than being in prison.
THE END
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