The following story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situations between males. "Eight In The Booty Hole" Copyright © 2017 Emile Ochoa.
Eight In The Booty Hole by: Emile Ochoa
He wanted to know what it felt like to get head from a guy. I wanted to know what his dick tasted like. Ever since I'd seen it the week before, when he was at my apartment, I wanted it in my mouth. I knew I could get him to do more since I'd already convinced him to show it to me. All it took was a couple of Playboy magazines, a back rub, and a closed bedroom door. I had him down to his boxers in no time. He was willing though. He wanted to get to know me better, he said so.
I was in my first year at college. Sadir was younger than me; not by much, but he was still in high school. Both of us are brown skin boys. Sadir was 5'8, athletic built, toned body, with a shaved down hair cut. He had a smooth, round ass, and a thick, cut, eight inch dick. He had nice balls too and trimmed pubes.
He definitely had a real nice body. I wasn't as toned or as built, but I had a nice, slender build; seven inch, uncut, dick, and round, medium sized ass. I was 5'10 with a short, fade hair style, and a tribal tattoo on the small of my back. I was also an experienced dick lover and I loved dick.
We were in his living room, on the floor. I was giving him another massage. Now that he was back from playing basketball, showered, and home alone, it was happening. I had him face down on the floor, straddling him just below his booty, rubbing his shoulders and down his back to his waist repeatedly. It wasn't enough though, not for me; not for him. I wanted more especially since his beautiful, round ass was right there under the stretched thin, cotton, black fabric of his boxer briefs. Each cheek was a fleshy blackberry on its own. It got my duck twitching.
His tight, toned, body was almost too much to stand, but my lust was too strong to ignore. I needed to quench my thirst. I offered him my full body service, rub down package. He accepted after asking what it included. Everything, I told him; neck, shoulders, arms, back, booty, chest... and legs. He got the idea. I got to work.
I slowly and methodically broke him down one body part at a time. Sadir moaned softly with every touch and gentle squeeze. My dick grew harder with every pass over his smooth, toned, brown body. I took my time with him because I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to enjoy him. After all, the build up to the prize was as important as the prize itself, if not more. It was a sensual and sexually charged, unspoken foreplay and it was the pathway to that dick. I took the path. I wanted that dick.
I slid my hands down his back and over his booty. He didn't flinch. He didn't object. I rubbed his ass cheeks deep, squeezing and releasing them like a cat softening up a pillow to sleep on. I was far from tired though. Sadir moaned softly again. He didn't flinch or object, not even when I said I couldn't go deeper because his underwear was in the way. I slid my hands from the bottom of his ass up to the elastic waistband. I tugged on it and paused.
"Okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he spoke softly. I had him.
I put my left hand inside the waistband and teased the top of his booty a little with a slow rub across the lowest part of his lower back from left, to right, to left, and right. I pulled his underwear away from his body a bit more and slipped my right hand inside, over his left ass cheek; that waiting, succulent piece of flesh that begged for attention.
His ass was mine for the touching and taking. I touched and I took. I adjusted and slid both hands under the fabric through each leg opening. I had octopus fingers. They spread over every inch of his cheeks, in every way and direction. I snaked my hands around the sides of his ass, headed up toward his hips. Hmm, hmm, hmm, so firm and well defined. They were a good representation of the rest of his body and truth be told, hips don't lie.
The tips of my fingers made their way to the crevices between the front of his waist and hips and the carpet. He squirmed upward as I inched my fingers further underneath him. It wasn't enough to reach his dick, but it wasn't about reaching it. Not yet. I wanted to tease him some more first. I wanted him to relinquish his body to me and he would because the onslaught of sensual touch felt too good, especially after I slid his underwear down to fully expose his booty and really rub him down.
"Turn over," I told him. "I'll do your chest," I raised his boxer briefs back up to cover his booty.
Sadir didn't hesitate. He turned over, flat on his back. His dick was semi hard, laying pressed against his body. Damn, not even fully hard and it was still something to behold. I moved over to his side and started in on his chest. I rubbed him intentionally, making his nipples stiffen up.
I meticulously played with them. His facial expression reflected the
intensifying pleasure he felt. I smiled because it was good, but he ain't feel nothing yet. It was good to feel good, but it was better to feel great. His dick alone was good. My mouth on that dick would be great.
I went down his abs, rolling over his tight, burgeoning six pack, down around his hips, over the front and the sides of his thighs to his inner thighs. I rubbed him hard and with a clear objective. The more I did it, the more reckless I got with the positioning of my hands, purposefully brushing against his balls and dick. Sadir was motionless, quiet, and let me keep being... reckless.
I liked teasing him. He liked it too. I could tell from the way his dick twitched. I was merciless. Mercy was for the weak. He wasn't weak, not even close. I stopped touching him just as easily as I started. My dick was wet from precome and awkwardly stuffed in my boxer briefs, under the black jeans I had on with my grey colored, black and red, screen printed tee.
"You're done," I told him.
"That's it?" He asked.
"What else is there?" I said smugly, but I didn't give him a chance to answer because I went in on the side of his thighs again. "Hold on," I told him as I repositioned myself between his legs.
I lifted his left leg up and over my head as I squirmed my body into place. Both our legs were spread apart, bent at the knees. We were faced each other. I pulled his body toward mine. He scooted closer. His legs overlapped my hips on either side of me. From where I sat and the way he was positioned, I could easily stretch and reach his neck, shoulders, chest, arms, stomach, and his hips, upper inner thigh, hip joint and... his big ass, black package.
Thinking about it made me drool. Touching him so seductively made my dick drool. I slid my hands down his body again to the front of his hips. His dick and balls were perfectly boxed in between my out stretched palms, in between both thumbs and index fingers.
"How's that?" I asked. "Where do you want me to do next?"
"Everywhere," he licked his lips. "Anywhere you want."
He said it. I did it. I rubbed his hips from the sides inward, slowly inching closer to his dick. My hands crept closer... and closer... and closer, until I was rubbing either side of it. He didn't flinch. He didn't object. He just stayed still, his eyes closed, his body relaxed, and waiting for it. He willingly put his body in my hands and I willingly put my hand on his dick.
He licked his lips again, parted them and let out a small sigh. Why? Because my left hand was gently squeezing and rubbing his balls while the other one massaged that dick from base to tip. He slipped his fingers inside his shorts and tickled his dick head as I caressed his thigh again.
"I'm wet," he tapped his index finger to his thumb.
The thin, string of clear liquid stretched between them. He rubbed his fingers together and wiped them on his underwear. My heart beat faster. I asked him if he wanted me to stop. No, he told me and licked his lips again.
"Are you wet a lot?" I asked him. He reached in, grabbed his dick and squeezed upward. He looked down.
"I can't tell," he glanced at me.
"Let me check," I said. Sadir took his hand away.
I lowered the front of his underwear, peeling them down enough to expose the head and about an inch of shaft. I reached my right hand around it and took hold of it. Upward motion. Gentle squeeze. Big glob of precome. I tapped his piss hole and smeared his gooey liquid over his dick head.
"Yeah, you really wet," I teased him. I was playing with his dick. He was watching me play with his dick. I swallowed so hard I heard the gulp on my ear. "So, you want something? You want to know what it's like?"
"What what's like?" He stared at me.
"Hand," I jerked him a little. "Or head," I licked my lips. "Choose."
"Whatever you want to do," he said. I smirked, still teasing him and drawing it out.
"Pick one."
"Head," he looked at me with a shrug.
"You want head from me?"
"Yeah," he said. I was really getting turned on. My dick was so hard.
"Tell me," I teased him and myself.
"I want to know what it's like getting head from you."
I stroked his dick some before bending down and licking the head. Then I swallowed it. I took his mushroom tip whole into the warm vacuum of my mouth. My head bobbed up and down a few times and then I stopped.
"Mhmm, why you stop?"
"You want more? You want me to keep going?"
"Yeah," he swallowed. His throat rolled with the gulp.
"Okay."
I pulled his underwear down. His dick was right there. His balls were freed from their cover. I played with them as I went down on him again. I took the head in, then slid my tongue along the underside of his swollen shaft as my mouth enveloped the rest of that big dick.
I bobbed up and down slowly at first, but once I found my rhythm on his size, I went faster, holding him in my mouth in a tight lip seal. I even inhaled through my mouth and forced all the air out through my nose to make sure there was nothing but dick, tongue, and cheek in the space. Sadir's big dick filled it plenty.
"Mhmm," he moaned. I kept on sucking him off. "Mhmm," he moaned again. I sucked him off more.
He wanted to know what it felt like to get head from a guy. I wanted to know what his dick felt like. Ever since I'd seen it the week before when he was at my apartment, I wanted it. I wanted to suck it and now that I had, I wanted to sit on it. I took my mouth away, wiped it off some, and stared. His dick was hard and wet. I could still taste his tangy precome swirling around with my spit. I swallowed.
"You want to fuck some pussy now, don't you?" I asked while I stroked him. "I bet you want fuck some pussy now. Too bad there ain't no girls around. It's a shame to waste this big dick though. What do you think?"
"I don't have any ideas; I don't know somebody else with a willing pussy."
"I know somebody," I was smug. I bent down and sucked on his dick again, slobbering on it to the point that I gagged from going down so fast, hard, and deep. "No girl could handle this big dick anyway."
"Nope, nobody can."
"I could handle it. You wanna try fucking my pussy? It's tight, it's available and this dick is in need of a soft, warm, tight hole."
"Sure," he breathed hard; so I sucked his dick hard some more.
"Yeah?" I asked him when I stopped. He said yeah.
I moved from under him and got to my knees. I undid my belt, opened my jeans, unzipped, and slid them down along with my dark green boxer briefs while Sadir looked on. My dick, hard as a long rock, poked straight out. It dripped precome. The head was covered in it. I was ripe with its smell. I pulled my clothes off and tossed them aside, took my sneakers off, leaving my ankle socks and tee shirt on. Sadir lowered his underwear more.
I crawled to him, threw a leg over top, and straddled him. His dick was up and pressed against my ass cheeks. I spit in my hand and rubbed his dick, spit again and wet my hole. I lifted up off of him and touched the head to my ripe spot and pushed down it. His dick head went in. I felt it open my hole. He pushed up to shove his dick in. I fell forward from the sudden thrust, and put my hands on his chest.
Sadir held me to steady me. I slowly slid back and down on his dick. Inch by wet inch it slowly slipped deeper inside my booty hole. My hole stretched open as it was invaded by his meat. It stretched open even more as I drove my ass further down on it. I already swallowed the head, feeling it pop my inner ring, then ooh, shaft and more shaft, until the only thing not up inside me was his balls.
My legs were folded under me on either side of him. I leaned back and grinded down on him, came up and slid back down his eight inches. I did it until I was fully impaled and bull riding. Slow and steady might win the race, but deep grinding and rolling hips devour eight inch dick and my booty was starving for it.
Sadir was into it. He huffed and moaned. I put his hands against my chest and held them there as I bounced up and down on him, making sure my booty hole got served. I abused myself for a while before I let Sadir take over. He pounded it with fast thrust. He held me by the waist and had his ass up off the floor some so he could drive the full length of his cut, swollen meat deep inside my hole.
"Ugh," I moaned and breathed hard. I huffed as he pushed in hard, causing me to lose balance. I reached back, arching my back, pushing my booty back, and really stretched my hole. I gripped my legs to hold tight on the ride of my life. "Ugh," I groaned.
Sadir fucked me ferociously. My ass cheeks bounced every time he slammed his body against me, driving his dick in me with the full force of a guy who hadn't fucked good in a while. I won't lie though, his dick hurt, but fuck if it didn't feel good at the same time. I had dick before, but not like that and not from him.
"Go on your knees," he told me.
I slid off his dick and turned over. I got on my hands and knees. I wanted him to take me from behind and go deep, deep inside. Resisting that truth was futile. He got behind me, teased my hole with that mushroom head and then drove it in. He gripped my waist and yanked me back on it and then began fucking me again.
He was my brahma bull. I was his Bahama mama. He tore into me with purpose. He fucked like he wanted to break me. I wasn't complaining. I wanted him to drill me like I really was a girl with a welcoming pussy.
"It's all yours," I said and huffed... panted, and "mhmm," groaned.
Sadir worked me over doggy style. His swollen dick rubbed my booty hole walls vigorously. He wasn't sorry about making me clench and flinch when he hit it hard. It just made him fuck me faster and more. He bent over me, resting against my back some. He wrapped his arms around my body and held tight. I muffled my groans as our bodies heated up more; as Sadir drove his meat in me; as my body broke beneath him.
"Ugh!" I groaned louder. He drove deeper. "Ugh!" I got louder. He got faster. "Ugh!" I yelled out and flinched. Sadir pulled up, yanked me by the waist and rammed me. He. Rammed. Me.
Our bodies slapped together loudly. His slams raised me up from the floor. The squishing sounds coming from behind me meant only one thing; my hole was going rabid and foaming at the mouth. There was a blend of booty hole juice, big, wet dick, and a fuck so mean that I expected Sadir to turn green. He was already smashing it. He wasn't tired, he wasn't still. I didn't object.
I took it like a man, like a Rikers Island inmate with nothing but a big dick guy, time, and opportunity. This was the most opportune time to get that big dick guy and I got him good.
"Ugh," I groaned again when Sadir slammed into me hard.
He leaned in and wrapped his arms around my body again. He was doing me rabbit fast and rapist hard and I took every minute of it. He dominated my hole, bullying it like it'd never been beat before, and I loved every minute of it. I wanted to know what his dick felt like and I found out. Sadir squeezed my body. He bashed my booty hole. He huffed and puffed and blew his load.
Sadir came inside me, creaming my insides with his spilling baby batter. Each spurt lunged out and landed, coating my hole good. My dick throbbed between my legs. He breathed hard on top of me. My balls were swollen and aching. I needed to come, but...
The End
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