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Derek's Black Adventure Part – 6
Time appeared to be standing still. The Chinese restaurant had an authentic look about it, and the food was okay but not excellent. Derek was talking bullshit, when Travis abruptly interrupted him.
"Do you know what I do? - I mean, the kind of shit I pull?" – Travis asked Derek.
"I don't care what you do."
"You should." Travis said.
"Don't tell me that you're a cop."
"Yeah, I am detective `dickey' – put your hands where I can see them." Travis replied laughing.
"No asshole, I am not a cop. I am a sex buff for pleasure and sometimes profit..."
"What the fuck does that have to do with me?"
"Jesus, cool it and just listen."
"Okay"
Travis moved my hand under the table and placed it between his legs. I could feel the colossal bulge in his crotch. It doesn't take much to set me off. My balls started shifting in my pants and my cock began rising to the occasion.
"You can have that, anytime you are hungry for nutt. Only, you have to work with me, before you can have it."
"Work!!! What kind of work? I ain't ripping off a mini mart."
"Nobody said anything about robbing. Shit, you white whores must think all niggas steal."
"No, chill, I was just pulling. What's up? Is it sex?"
"Exactly."
"Oh Jesus, you're a pimp and you want me for a fuckin whore." Nope, I don't want to do that"
"I am not a pimp, Derek. I want you to hook with me, NOT for me."
"I'm not sure I get it. What are we talking about here? You mean sharing cock?"
"Yup - The next time, I hook up with a dude for sex; I want you to be there with me. I have been looking for someone who was white, hot and could deliver."
"Am I the faggot who gets fucked?"
"Yup, if that's what the dude wants, otherwise he gets fucked by me. Either of us can suck him off; but that will be mostly your job."
"I can do that. Okay, sure. – This is cool? Right?
"It's sweet" – replied Travis.
Nothing more significant was said that evening about getting together for a gang-bang fucking session. I figured that Travis was shoveling bull shit my way.
That night getting to sleep took a while. I kept thinking about Josiah. His cock was perfect. Josiah had a nasty verbal way about him, but I liked that. One never had to guess what Josiah was thinking, because he would tell you straight out.
Travis was blacker and his dick was bigger. However, there was guess work with him. He had a mystique about him. Undeniably, he was a lot of man and I wanted him. My crotch would become moist when he touched me.
It was Tuesday; I was at work and just returning from lunch. That's when I got a text from Travis. It was straight forward and read. –
"Hey bro, meet me in the lobby of the Tableau Hotel, on Commodore Street at 7:00pm. Dress sharp and really cool - no rags - no regrets"
The Tableau is an expensive hotel and no doubt, the best in town. I have been past it, but never inside. The place is too classy and rich for me. "Why the hell was I going there?" I asked myself.
I spent mucho time getting ready. I emptied myself out `till my hole was drive thru clear like the Holland tunnel. I showered, trimmed my beard, washed my hair and scrubbed my body to perfection. If Travis was lining up what I suspected, I wanted to be ready.
I rummaged through my closet trying to find something classy to wear. I had an Armani Collezioni, dark blue blazer, with beige pants, light blue shirt and soft cotton jock underwear by Raoul. I laid out the clothes on the bed. "Fuck, I thought, "this is sweet".
When I was fully dressed, I checked myself up and down in the full length mirror. I liked what I saw. I added a gold chain, around my neck, for a youthful touch. It wasn't `crappy' ghetto gold. It was the real thing. A gift, I received from a grateful man when I was only seventeen. I said to myself almost boasting – "Holy shit Derek, you clean up really well." No crap. I was not a cheap looking date. I was $$ hot.
The hotel was definitely `pricy' and I needed to fit in with the ambiance. I figured that Travis was a master of something and I wanted to go along for the ride in style.
When I arrived at the hotel, a doorman greeted me.
"Good evening, sir"
"Good evening," I replied
Travis was already there and standing in the lobby. He looked like a GQ model. He appeared dynamic and tight as thunder. Then he walked towards me with a sexy stroll.
"Damn but you look fine." Travis said
"Well, you said to dress and no rags"
"Yes sir...mighty hot" repeated Travis.
"You will do just fine. Here's what I see now, when I look at you Derek.
You are warm to the point of being hot. Also outgoing, and accepting of degrading words. Not to leave out, you are a fuckin attractive dude.
You take care of your appearance and no doubt, spend a lot of money on clothes. There are two aspects of your personality: there's a side that is masculine and headstrong – and a hungry side that needs feeding, that only bros like me can satisfy."
"In other words, Derek, you can be an everyday slut with cool cloth, but sex is the thing you really want. – "How am I doing so far?"
"Okay, I suppose, why the speech?"
"I'm not trying to impress you bro. I am just talking black. You're a player brother. And that's the spirit. I know cocksuckers". Travis said.
"Ah, c'mon now, what you know, is the right things to say. Cool it with the alphabet, what's up?"
"That's right, I do. - I look, I choose, and then I fuck the ones who really want it. That's the way it works with queers"
"Hump, you think so – huh?"
"I got you, didn't I?"
"Yes" – but I'm easy."
"Point well taken, damn straight cocksucker, I own your fat ass. Your hole is my dumping ground. – He told me.
I had to admit, when he spoke, everything was acceptable. He was an obscene dude and good at manipulating me.
Travis was husky, with a an actor's face and striking lips that I wanted to suck into my mouth, every time I looked at him. My want, was to lick his body starting at his feet clear up to his butt hole. That's where I wanted to bury my face. Motherfucker, he was hot.
"What are we doing in this place anyway? I asked Travis."
"C'mon, we are going upstairs to have sex with a couple of patrons, who asked for a black and a white dude. – that's us, he said to me."
"Suppose, I don't like them."
"You don't have to like them. You just have to get them off using your mouth or your butt."
"Fuck, no problem, if you can do it - I can do it, and probably better." I said to Travis.
"I seriously doubt that amateur boy, but c'mon." - "If it's not a good play, we'll leave."
The elevator was empty on the ride up to the 9th floor. Travis whispered in my ear, just as the car stopped and the door opened. "I'll piss in your mouth later, Derek."
"Okay," was all I managed to say.
Travis looked for 911, which was a suite of rooms at the end of the hall. He tapped on the door. An older white man opened the door and said, "You must be Travis" – come in.
Then he looked at me and said – "You're Erick?"
No, I'm Derek.
"Okay then, Derek. Say, you're hot – you're both hot."
There was a second man in the room also. He was acceptable and looked tight in his clothes. The dude was medium height and black. A very appealing black, to be sure. They were CEO board chairmen with major corporations. There was a convention at the hotel. It was self-evident why we were there. They wanted sex.
Both were polished men and had pretty solid bodies. There was silver in their hair and bulges in their crotch. One guy was white and the other dude was black. I thought that was conveniently planned. I didn't much care about any stupid plan. I just wanted the black guy.
Travis kissed the white dude. His name was Larry. The black bro was Roderick and he began feeling Travis's butt. They both seemed to head first for Travis.
I wasted no time. I took off my clothes and got in between the three of them. Like falling leaves, everyone's clothes came off and lay in strewed out piles on the floor.
Roderick began kissing the breath out of me and sticking his tongue into my mouth. He had a fat black cock that he was pushing into my stomach. I held his cock in my hand and played with his black nuts. Roderick had big balls resting between two husky thighs, and he turned me on immediately.
I slid to the floor and began smelling his crotch. He opened his legs and said. - "You like that, huh?"
"God yes, open your legs and let me smell those nuts and lick out your butt hole," I begged.
"Yeah ho boy, that's the kind of faggot, I like. Eat me" He said
I began, as usual, making a pig out of myself. Roderick moaned and pushed his butt deeper on to my face and I tongue fucked the hell out of his gamey hole.
"Lick it clean, get it all."
"Oh god yes, I mumbled panting as I bathed him with my tongue.
The white dude, Larry was on his knees and trying to get Travis monster black meat into his mouth. Travis held him by his head and gently fucked his face. Larry choked and gagged. He couldn't handle it. There was too much cock on Travis.
Larry sprawled on top of me and started sucking my cock. I am not as big as Travis, so he could get most of it into his mouth. He was a hungry bastard and sucked me tight and hard. He was really good and wanted dick.
Larry lifted my legs in the air and ran his tongue across my balls and aimed for my hole. He sucked my hole in a strange way. He would lick and spit, and then draw the spit back into his mouth. At one point, he wiped my ass with his nose. It was wild.
Roderick crawled on top of my chest and put his cock into my mouth.
Travis was licking Larry's butt hole and opening him up with his fingers. I knew what Travis was planning next for Larry, and I wished it was happening to me, Travis had the cock I wanted to swallow, but it was not for me this time.
Roderick started fooling around with Travis's butt. It was okay until he stuck him with a couple of fingers. I could tell that Travis didn't like that, but said nothing at first.
"Finally he said, "If you want to fuck, fuck Derek. He's the white ho. I only top, but Derek can take both of you." Travis announced to them.
That broke the silence and suddenly nasty words began to flow.
"So the white slut is the bottom ho, and my nigga bro is the top fucker, huh – said Roderick. "Don't shit me man. You nigger fucker is a ho too. I sees it."
Travis, being strong, flipped Roderick on his back, lifted his legs in the air and began licking his butt. Roderick loved this action. A black man eating out another black man. How much hotter can anything get?
Travis would spit and finger fuck him opening up Roderick's hole. I knew what he was up to. Travis did the same thing to me the first time we met.
"Here's what you gonna see, motherfucker, said Travis. That gold band on your finger doesn't fool me nigger. It don't mean shit. You want to get fucked. You want this black piece of meat sunk deep into your black hole brother. Can't shit me motherfucker. I am as black as you and I ain't no fool.
Roderick groaned as Travis worked his cock into him. Roderick wanted Travis to fuck him, but he couldn't take it all. It takes practice to handle a man like Travis. Only a slut like me, can make a black cock like that disappear.
Never the less, Travis wanted to fuck Roderick, and thought sure it would happen.
"Shit, bro, that's a fuckin tar pole, you got there. Get off." Said Roderick. "You're too big."
"C'mon whitey, Roderick said to me. You fuck me instead."
Travis pulled out of Roderick's butt cheeks, and I mounted him.
I slid in easily because Roderick was open from being rammed by the cock master. I banged away with a slow steady rhythm inside his black hole, but I didn't cum.
I must have had the right size cock to hit his prostate. He was leaking precum like a bastard. As it dripped from the tip of his black wet cock, I would wipe it with my finger and eat it. It tasted sweet like black berry juice.
Travis's mouth went to Larry's nuts and he slurped his hole.
I knew that Travis wanted to fuck and since Roderick couldn't handle him, he went for Larry's butt. I could see it coming.
He didn't get very far however, and the conversation changed.
"I wanted to fuck your black ass Travis, not whitey over here, but since you only top, I can do Derek instead."
"No, it's all right, forget about whitey. You can fuck me, I'm here for anything you want sir." said Travis being rather polite.
"Don't fret mate, I'll take Derek's butt. I want to fuck that whore anyway. Okay?" Larry said, sounding a bit Australian.
"Sure it's okay. That's why Derek is here. Fuck him, suck him off or have him take your loads in his mouth. He is the hottest white slut around here. He's my cunt boy, said Travis.
Larry worked his cock into my hole and began fucking me. I rose to meet every jab and the boss was getting the ride of his life. He was fucking me with a smile on his face. He was getting what he wanted.
"Take that, you whore." Larry mumbled
I groaned, however, there was no excitement in it for me. He could not fuck like Travis or Josiah. But I took it like he was fantastic.
Getting fucked by Larry was easy. It was like getting screwed waiting at a bus stop; but he loved it, and that was what mattered.
It wasn't long before his legs tightened and I knew he was about to blow. He let out a long `aguhhhhh – fuck!!!', and shot into my bowels. He pumped away and fell on top of me exhausted. Slowly his cock softened and slipped out of me.
Larry climbed off me, said nothing, and disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear the water running.
"I'm next, said Roderick. Gimme some of that white ho pussy. Sheet, I will tear that bootie up. I'll fuck this slut like black on rice."
Roderick bent me over doggy style and held me against his crotch. He pushed his black dick into me with no trouble at all. All the time he was fucking me, he was talking. This was the part I really enjoyed.
"I'll fuck you royal, you queer cocksucker. I'm gonna fill your bootie with a load of custard and watch the milk run out of your trashy hole. I should make you eat it too. Do ya wanta eat my stuff?
"I will, if that's what you what." I replied
"Yeah, got gotta eat this shit." He said to me, and kept on talking.
"Damn, but you a decent ho. fuckin fine and pretty too. I'm tappin this bootie. It's round, and hard. No soft shit here. You, the real thing, a pretty bad ass slut."
Roderick was fucking me long and hard, working me into different positions. Finally he began to drip sweat, breath harder and tighten. I knew he was about to blow. I squeezed tighter to hold his cock inside me.
"Shit, shit, shit...fucking ho, motherfucker...take it – take it – take it. Damn."
Roderick dumped a load of hot cum from his baseball nuts deep inside me. His load mixed with gooey cum Larry had put there and I was pretty wet and sloppy. He never mentioned me eating anything. I was thankful for that, Yuck.
Roderick got off me, and like Larry, went to take a shower.
All this time Travis was lying on the bed stretched out with is hands in back of his head just watching me get fucked.
"How about you Travis. Do you want to get off? I asked him
"Hell no, you're all fucked out. We'll have our own party later." Travis replied.
"Good. - I just want to get cleaned up and get the hell out of here. I'm not putting designer underwear on without first washing my butt." I mumbled.
Larry said the tub was available. We went into the bathroom together.
"Push that cum shit out of you." said Travis, sitting me on the toilet. "That's my fuckin hole for later."
I flushed away a river of sin. Then we got into the hot tub together.
When we were dressed again and ready to leave, Roderick handed Travis a guest card to the dining room.
"Here gentlemen, have dinner in the hotel's main dining room. Order anything you want, including drinks, wine, anything at all. Then hand this card to the cashier. The dinner is on me, including the tip. You need not spend a cent.
Larry put some folded bills into Travis jacket pocket and said, "Thanks men – good time."
We hadn't eaten since lunch, so I welcomed the dinner ticket. Besides, I don't get to have first class dinners very often.
On the way down in the elevator, Travis checked the bills that Larry had given him. Travis handed me half of the bills. It was five one hundred dollar bills.
"For you Derek. You earned it. I also have five hundred. We did pretty well for a couple hours of our time. "Not too shabby, huh?"
"Holy shit – that was easy. They must have spent $500. A piece" I said to Travis
"Yeah, but it's not unusual for high profile men like that. They will charge something phony as a convention expense and get it all back"
"Phony cocksuckers," I mumbled. "And they called me a slut."
"Well, careful what you call that kettle."
"Oh shut up. Don't start" I said in a friendly manner.
Travis squeezed my arm a little and winked at me. Then he whispered, "It's okay baby, it's cool. You're my slut."
"Yeah, I guess I was at that.
I was on cloud nine as we walked together into the dining room.
"Party of two please. By the window, if possible"
"Right this way gentlemen."
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